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you love it when simon gets all soft when he stays home for too long, a layer of fat covering up his otherwise hardened muscles, all because you give him proper meals with lots of nutrition everyday!
simon doesn’t mind your adoration at all. in fact, he loves it — loves the way you just lay your head on his soft tummy and feel it rise and fall with every breath he takes, your cheek squishing against his skin. he also loves it when you are nibbling on his bulky arms, sometimes even gnawing on his pecs. he teases you for latching onto his chest like that, just staring at him with those pretty eyes while he scratches you scalp. what are you, a cat? your impulsive thoughts always win when you see him, and he doesn’t mind them at all.
“need to start goin’ to gym, love. gettin’ to soft here.” he grumbled under his breath, though you quickly hushed him with a kiss, pulling away with a pout. he got the message right away.
#i mean i'd do anything to nibble this man's chest#ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#cod x reader#call of duty#rurufic
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hiiii jade!!!! could i please request something with peter with reader who’s maybe put on some weight recently and is insecure about it?? (totally not self indulgent at all) i totally get it if you’re not comfortable writing that stuff though so no pressure
hi lovely! ty for requesting. fem, 1k
cw for negative weight talk/ weight gain
Everybody gains weight during the holidays, you think, tracing your figure in the mirror. Though it's not strictly holiday season yet, it's edging toward the end of the year. Maybe my new year's resolution should be losing a few pounds.
There's a thunk of the bedroom window being yanked open and footsteps across the floor. You tense until your hear Peter panting for breath, likely having swung to you at high speed, or fresh from a fight with an usurped criminal.
You rush back into your t-shirt, knowing exactly what path he'll walk. He barrels into the bathroom, sees you at the mirror and smiles so wide his cheeks look fit to burst. "Hey," he says, peeling the suit off and exposing his boxers to you without shame, "hey hey hey. Can I persuade you in with me?" He nods toward the shower.
"Not this time, Pete."
"Too bad," he laments.
You look away as he strips out of his underwear. The shower turns on and he takes you by the hips to move you out of his way with a murmured apology, near lost to the drum of the spray. Peter has moments where he doesn't know his own strength, but the majority of the time he treats you like you're something precious.
"Stay in here!" he demands as he pulls the curtain shut.
"I'm not going anywhere." You close the toilet and sit on the lid. "Tough day protecting the people?"
"Apart from tripping into a deceptively large pothole, it was fine. Why won't you come in here with me? I wanna rub your shoulders."
"You want me to wash your hair."
"Exactly. So get naked and get in here. Don't make me beg."
You really don't want to, and you're not going to, but it's not a big problem. Peter doesn't truly mind, he just loves you. "What do you mean, deceptively big? Like, knee height? Higher?"
"Mid thigh, I'd say. The people of New York are never gonna let me live it down. One guy was recording me and said he was gonna put it on YouTube for the ad money."
"Anything else?"
He gives you the rundown, describing what perps he faced and an older man he helped use an ATM machine. You hum distractedly, pinching at the fat where it spreads on your thigh, sitting down as you are.
He sticks his face through the curtain gap, hair slicked to his cheeks. "What're you doing?"
"You told me to stay, so I'm staying."
He's nervous for a split second, glancing back into the shower as though there's an answer there waiting for him before angling himself toward you fully, his naked chest dripping and shining in the bathroom light. "Okay, fine, we need to talk about something. But I want you to know that you forced my hand here. Okay?"
"Okay." You nibble the inside of your lip, used to his theatrics. "What have I done?"
"It's not something you've done. It's something you are. I can't even say it. I," —he pulls the curtain in front of his face, moves it aside again– "just need to tell you. Lately it's like you don't even realise how beautiful you are and I'm tired of it. You're radiant. Like, glowing."
Your recent internal debate must show on your face, that doubt, because he gives you a steadying smile. "Really, really beautiful," he says more seriously.
It's easy to smile at him. "Thank you, Pete." You scoop his suit off of the floor. "I'll go scrub the tetanus out of this in the kitchen sink."
"Wait–"
He can't just get out with suds in his hair, giving you the perfect escape plan. You have ten minutes to yourself filling the sink with soapy water and steeping the fabric before he's out of the bedroom in pyjamas, trousers tucked into his socks and hair damp from ferocious towel scrubbing. "You're such a– such a– thing," he decides. "I'm telling you you're beautiful and you walk off so you don't have to hear it? What's wrong with you?" His voice slips into a kinder register. "You do know you're pretty, right? I'm not just saying it to say it."
"I'm just feeling icky," you confide.
"About what?"
You want to tell him, you find. "You know how I've gained weight?"
He doesn't need any more explanation. Peter knows you've gained weight, you've mentioned it to him, and it's visual, and he can likely tell whenever he decides to flex his strength. "What, and you think that makes you less pretty?" He puts a damp hand behind your neck to bring you forward. "Seriously?"
"Yeah, a little."
He kisses you. His nose bumps your nose, his lips crushed to your as he holds you in place. Despite this, it isn't an overly rough connection. It's definitely not shy. "You're beautiful," he says in the space between your lips.
"It doesn't suit me–"
"It does. It really fucking suits you. Have you seen yourself? You couldn't look better."
"Even when I was thinner?"
"You look just as perfect then as you did now." His intensity fades and he encourages you back enough to see your face, his thumb rubbing a short line into your neck. His brows are furrowed, dark eyes darker for it. "Weight isn't a factor."
"No, but you have to say that."
"I don't. Not really. I'm sure there are a thousand shitty guys who'd tell you something different, but I'm not– I love you, the whole you. I like you like this." He grins. "Which should be obvious."
You tsk at him, to his delight, his laughter boyish as he buries his face in your neck with a hug, kissing a messy circle up and into the soft line of your jaw. You trap him there without thinking, chin hooked down, squirming as he blows hot air into your skin.
"I've been putting it on too," he says. "It's happy weight."
"It's not happy weight for you, Pete, it's just more muscle."
"It makes you happy, doesn't it?" he jokes, smiling and kissing and hugging you all at once. "Just like it does on you for me."
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Exciting// -John 'Price'Soap' MacTavish//John Price NSFW
Based on a request:
Hello!!!I i hope the spots for kinktober are still available. I'd like to request Wax play with Soap or aftercare with Price if that's not taken. Thank you 😊💐💞💞 --- F!Reader, MDNI, smut, 18+, wax!play, aftercare, pain!kink, use of safe word --- A/N: Double feature because why not,? These are two completely different fics but in one post :)
Soap:
"Wax play?" you ask him to see if you head right. "Yes, but it's not like I'll burn yer, it'll be more for fun, to add something new to our sex life." He had already bought the right stuff for it too. "And again, remember your safe word will always be at hand, so what do you say, my love?" You think of it for a minute, looking around the dungeon of toys he and you loved. "And if I don't like it?" You turn back to him. "The immediate moment you say your safe word, I'll clean it off and we won't ever and I mean ever try it." He reassures. You nod, "Okay." You accept and smile.
Later in the night, you lay in bed, already recovering from an orgasm. He turns the candle on, kisses on your collar bone and looks at you. "My love, are you ready?" His calloused hands caressed the spot that you agreed on. The warm wax falls onto your skin, you whimper and he stops. "R/N?" He wipes the wax with care. "More," you look touching his hand. A smirk on him, the pleasure this pain caused you, leaving you wanting more. He lets the red wax fall, you whimper and look at him, he leans down and kisses the areas around it. "Such a good girl," he whispers and lets the wax drip down. "Johnny~" you squirm, he smirks and nibbles on the reddened skin.
A/N: there was more but my head is a mess, sorry --- Price:
He was in the middle of spreading your already abused cunt when you cried to him. He swore it was because you were already overstimulated, his goal. "Stop, John, please...please...it hurts," you tried to push him away. He kept going until he heard it, "Green, babe, green, please...stop....green," you cried. He immediately stopped all and apologised multiple times. "My love," he couldn't bring himself to touch you. Never had you cried and used the word. The thought of him actually hurting you in what was supposed to be fun, what a damned day this is. He rushes to the water and towels, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeats to you and himself. Sits himself against the headboard and brings you to his arms, a small frame of yours compared to him. "Does it hurt?" he kisses your shoulder and then wipes the tears and sweat off.
You nod, not being able to form any other word due to the exhaustion. "Oh, my love," he holds you close and rubs your back. In that moment he swore not to touch you for a good month or two. You are the most precious thing this man can have and knowing you cried your safeword out, is not an ideal moment for him. The lukewarm water gives your sore throat some comfort, he looks at you, frown in his mouth. The bite marks, bruises and his cum that dripped from your inner thighs were all kissed or cleaned by him. His husky voice whispering sweet nothing to you. Promising tomorrow to be a day to spoil his little princess. "And then, we'll get you all your favourite snacks, extra cuddles and even more hugs than you could ever ask for. Anything my love wants I'll get, okay?" his voice gentle, and soft even when speaking to you. One simple nod and he smiles, "Good, you deserve it all," he kisses your temple and makes sure your head is resting on his chest.
A/N: I think this is okay, but be honest if it isn't.
Tags: @airghostlyfox
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Hey, big update on me and Rah-Rah (my goblin crush) :
I followed you and Jen-Jen's advice to the letter, including the little tease the night before the party and MAN you could tell that fired her up. Usually I'd say that outside of special events, her clothing is "conservative" for Goblin standards, but she went all out on her cosplay for the party. We were dressed up as our characters and she was just... wow. I mean, I know goblins get a rep for being nasty little gremlins with an ugly cute thing going on. But Rah-Rah that night? She was gorgeous, drop-dead gorgeous. I wish I could have kissed her on the spot and just embraced her. Anyway I kinda kept the teasing game on for a bit longer at the party, we danced a bit together and started chatting about what we were gonna do after the party. She actually brought up going back to my place! Said something about "catching up on that show we were watching".
Yeah, right, she was doing everything she could to not rub herself in front of me and she was blushing like mad. I told her I had a surprise home actually, and that she'd have to wait and see what I had "cooked up". I think she started drooling a bit and she kinda just stared at me with her big ol goblin eyes for a second, making some kinda weird gargling sound. Now normally at the party that would've been about the time when we were supposed to do a LARP event with everyone else, but she went ahead and let our DM know that we had some "personal business" back home to attend to. She was fuck horny at this point so I think our DM friend kinda knew what she meant by that, lol.
Anyways she practically jumps into my arms and asks me if I can carry her back to my house, I gently remind her that we carpooled to the party so we're gonna have to take the bus and she starts pawing at my chest saying she "didn't mind the long walk". So basically the whole I was carrying her (no biggie, she's basically as heavy as a toddler) she used that as an excuse to nibble me and fool around with me as much as she could without literally tearing my clothes off on in the middle of the street. I get home and you can smell the feast I had prepared for her from the door. At this point, she was drooling and drooled on my keys as I took them out of my pocket. I open the door and she can see the living room table splayed out with all the food.
She straight up leaped from my arms to the table and started gorging herself on all the stuff I had there. She's so distracted by the food that she doesn't see me go to the kitchen and get the turkey in the oven. I hear a loud burp a few minutes later and I see she already finished off all the food I had on the table. She's about to say something when the oven dings. I think her nipples got hard from that. Anyway, she does me the immense favor of not busting my oven open and waits for me to finish the "Piece of resistance". I work my magic on it (you don't work at your uncle's barn for years without picking up some of that good old-fashioned cooking) and reveal it to her. I think her brain short-circuited for a second because she was drooling, moaning, and crying all at the same time. Then something crazy happens. She actually asked me to split it with her! It's not that she's running out of space, believe me. She just wanted to enjoy it with me! It was the first time I had ever seen her take her time with food. Usually, she'd gulp anything down in seconds (I once saw her work through a chocolate bar in exactly 3 seconds). Short of using a knife and fork she was practically eating like humans do. Not quite capable of eating half a turkey all on my own after the stuff I already ate at the party, I hand-feed her my leftovers. At that point she was basically fondling herself while I fed her, it was pretty hot.
Of course, at that point, she definitely wanted to properly fuck so I take her up to my bedroom when she stops me for a second. Two crazy things happened. First, she went to my bathroom to wash her face off from all the food stains on it, and then she dug into the little clothes hamper she brought for herself when she came over. She shows me a little two-piece bikini with great pride and puts it on. Apparently, it's one of the only outfits from her human days she can still wear as a goblin. She confesses that she wanted to ask me out a while ago but was afraid that she would mess it up if she tried to do it the human way. I'll skip the details of what happened in the bedroom but let's just say I hadn't had a fuck of that nature in many many years. Or ever, actually. Goblin sex is wild. So yeah. It was a good night. She's happy, I'm happy.
We called her parents and will do what we can to help her move in properly soon. I wanna make sure she can feel like herself with me, both as Rah-Rah the goblin and "Roxanne", her parent's little princess. Thanks for the advice, Hannah, and Jen-Jen. I would have never had the balls to do any of this if it wasn't for both of you. Rah-Rah says thanks too, and to give Jen-Jen a kiss for her. That's all from me, happy Halloween everyone.
Oh em gee! I did it! I’m the love doctor fer sure!
That is such a cute story, so in love with it. Love you hand feeding her. So hot! She’ll be a little fatty in no time! Hehe!
The only bad thing is that you didn’t write about the sex. Cause that was a lot of words for no sex. So I’ll do it for you!
I assume he had a sitting reverse cowgirl situation going on. She’s on your lob, big flappy goblin va Jay jay dripping lube on your dick like a soft serve machine. You have your hands on her buns, squeezing them as you life her up, and slide her down your pole!
Omg! So romantic! And she’s squealing and you’re just grunting like an ape going bam bam bam! Lifting her up, dropping her down. She feels like a toy in your hands, and she’s just getting pulled up and down meat mountain and doesn’t know which way iz up!
Mmmm hehe gooey!
Hehe
Anywho, I dunno.
Yeaaaaaaaaaa! Love love!
I’ll give Jen-Jen a biiiiiiig ol kiss! Congrats!
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ASL - how they sleep headcannons
an - been a long time since I posted, I haven't had ideas or more so I quit bc I stopped liking TR. but I started One Piece and I've wanted to start writing again. I just had this idea randomly and thought I'd get it out.
Portgas D. Ace
If you've seen the episodes of asl as kids you've seen them all sleep together
Ace is a mess
he'll hog the blanket and even so stick every limb out like its too warm
his leg is so far out of bed it's dangling off the side
he's gonna slap you in his sleep.
back of his hand straight to the nose
mumbles in his sleep, he has dreams of being a kid again with Sabo and Luffy and he'll say stuff like, "Luffy stop crying!"
I feel like he snores but not bad, maybe breathe a little loudly
I think his body heat goes down while he sleeps kinda like when you put out a fire
in the morning you'll most likely see a pillow and blanket just randomly on the floor
Sabo The Revolutionary
He lays on his tummy
he definitely sleeps sprawled out like Ace but he doesn't take up too much space
I see him after a hard day just flopping down and falling asleep easily right there fully clothed
hums in his sleep
I feel like between Ace and Luffy he was the only one who didn't snore and the others kept him up with how loud they were
he can sleep in broad daylight if he really felt like it
always sleeps with a smile
the type that needs some kind of pressure on his chest in order to sleep
so he'll cuddle a pillow, plush, bundled up blanket, you, anything
I think he kinda gets nightmares, he'll relive the day he "died" in his dreams and even dream of what Ace and Luffy's reactions were back then
crazy bed hair, his hair is too perfect looking for it not to be bad in the morning
100% could sleep with his hat on
Monkey D. Luffy
he snores like a fucking monster
foot in your face
he'll shout "GUM-GUM!"
he has fights with made up enemies or past enemies in his sleep and definitely would accidentally hit you
Nightmares of Ace's death or of his crew leaving/betraying him
If you brought it up he'll straight up ignore the question or say "what do you mean?"
blanket hog again
he definitely drools in his sleep bc sometimes he'll dream of eating Sanji's food
nibble on you or straight up bite into your arm
sleep talk, and walk
he's gonna walk into the kitchen and sleep eat man he can't get enough
also bed hair, I can see him waking up with a spikey mess of hair
sleeps in literally every position, starfish, back, belly, side
he'll go to sleep peacefully on his side and wake up upside down on the bed and fall off when he tries sitting up
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The gangster and his bunny - fun by the pool and a date
killing it again with the banner @kenkopanda-art
Pairing: Mafia!Levi x Reader
Words: 5.6K
Genre and tags: Romance, fluff, modern AU, mafia AU, Mafia Levi, smut, oral (male receiving), fingering, praising, dom Levi, dirty talk, gentle to rough, outdoor smut, riding Levi, date, cute, sweet, caring Levi, loving Levi.
Concept: Chapter 2 of my current Ao3 story. Thought I'd share it here due to the smut in it. You and Levi flirt, you give him head, he fingers you and then you ride him on his sunbed by the pool. Next part is about you both going on a cute date at a theme park.
Part 1 here
You lay on the sunbed next to Levi with a small smile as he gazed back at you with such adoration and fascination in his eyes. You hummed a laugh as you struggled to handle the attention. “Are you just going to stare at me all day?”
“Yes.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead. “You’re so pretty and wonderful. I can’t believe you’re here with me. It’s like I wished for my dream woman and you just appeared and slapped me.”
You leaned up and looked down at Levi. “About that slap.” You kissed his cheek a few times. “I’m sorry I hurt your handsome face.”
“All forgiven.”
You placed your hand on his hip and started massaging him. You used your other hand to play with his soft raven hair. You leaned down and kissed him as you felt so at peace. “Bear?”
“Yes, bunny?”
You smiled at him. “Can we do something fun together? Maybe a date?”
He dragged you onto him so you lay on him. “You can have anything you want.”
You blushed a little. “You sure I’m not some sugar baby?”
Levi stared at you and looked confused. “What? Why would someone do that to a baby?”
You laughed at how innocent he was. “Noo, no. A sugar baby is basically a woman who hangs around a sugar daddy. A sugar daddy is a rich man and he gets enjoyment out of spoiling the woman. He also gives her an allowance too. He pays off all her bills and just spoils her all the time.” You frowned a little. “Oh, but they don’t have sex…well, not usually. Basically, a sugar daddy showers a woman with gifts just to have her company.”
He hummed. “Are there romantic feelings involved?”
“No, it’s just an exchange really.”
Levi shook his head. “No, no you’re not a sugar baby. You’re my bunny. I want to spoil you, yes, but I also want to cuddle you, care for you, make you happy, adore you, worship you, kiss you and have sex with you.”
You kicked your legs and giggled. “Me too. I’m glad we have made this clear.”
“I’m glad too.”
You nibbled your lip. “What if me not knowing you was all a lie?” You tapped his chest a few times and gasped. “What if I was sent to you to woo you so then I can ruin you!”
Levi moaned. “Oh please bunny, ruin me.”
You blushed hard, then you started laughing. “You’re a funny man.”
Levi watched you lean down and bite his pec. “Ow.”
“Nom nom.”
He smiled a little when you bit him again and sucked on his skin. “You giving me a love bite?”
You pulled back and smiled. “Mine.”
Levi’s cheeks burned bright red. He hugged you close and whined. “Yes, yes I am yours.”
You hummed in thought. “So, you said you want to spoil me, right?”
“Right.”
You pulled back a little. “What if I wanted to go to Venice right now?”
“I’ll make a call right now and get the tickets booked.”
You stopped him from grabbing his phone. “Nooo! No, no.” You giggled. “I was just asking.”
He sighed. “So, you don’t?”
You sat up on his hips. “No. I don’t want you to spoil me. I mean, you’ve already bought me some clothes so I can hang out here with you for my week off.”
“I should spoil you more.”
You kissed down his body and slid down him. “I should spoil you.” You slowly ran your tongue up between his abs making him wiggle and moan at you. You looked up at him and tugged on his swim shorts. You kissed down his treasure trail to his pelvic bone. You looked up at him. “Let me worship you.”
Levi held your chin. “Don’t do what I think you’re going to do. I need to make sure my dick is spotless before you put it in your pretty mouth.”
You pouted at him. “But Levi, you’re always clean.”
He sighed as he gazed at you. “I guess I am.”
“Do you not like it?”
“Bunny, you’re very good at it.”
You squealed in delight and clapped your hands. “Good. I’m glad.” You pulled his shorts down and smiled at Levi’s cock springing free and fully erect. “Someone is horny.”
He sighed and relaxed when you pumped your hand on his cock. “Shit, bunny.”
You lay on your stomach and kissed along his dick. “So hard and hot, all for me.”
He hummed. “Yes. All for you.”
You licked the slit on the tip of his cock and moaned. “You have such an amazing cock. It’s so pretty, thick and big.” You kissed the top. “You know what? Best cock I’ve ever had.”
Levi blushed a strawberry red. “R-Really?”
“Yes.” You nodded as you tucked your hair behind your ear. You looked up at Levi through your lashes and saw he was melting under your touch and gaze. You smiled at him. “Sit back and relax, Bear.”
He relaxed a little. “Yes, bunny.”
You sucked on the tip and hummed a little. You sank your head down a little and moved up and down. You massaged your tongue against the tip as he grunted and wiggled. You ran your tongue on the underside of his tip making him shiver. You hummed sending a vibration through him. You looked up at Levi and smiled a little as he moaned in pleasure at your actions. You moved nice and slow or him so he could get used to feeling your mouth on him. You wanted him to melt and fully relax before you made him cum in pleasure.
You moved your head down more and took as much of his cock into your mouth as you could. You bopped your head up and down. You glanced up at Levi to see him lean his head back as he panted and moaned at you. You hummed to send more vibrations into his cock and making him buck a little into your mouth. You grabbed his thick thigh and looked up at him to let him know to take it slow with his actions.
Levi looked down at you as he blushed. “S-sorry.”
You winked at him and kept moving your head up and down on him. You massaged Levi’s thighs and hummed in delight. You focused on the tip to give him as much pleasure as possible. You sucked hard and moved a little faster for him. You locked eyes with Levi and gave him a loving gaze, but as soon as you did Levi came hard into your mouth.
Levi bucked and blushed hard. “Sh-shit!” He moaned. “I’m sorry.”
You pulled back and swallowed. “Mm, it’s okay.”
He tucked himself into his shorts and cupped your face. He pulled your chin down with his thumb and looked into your mouth. “Did you swallow?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He went white. “W-Why would you d-do that? It’s dirty.”
You giggled. “And you eating me out isn’t?”
He shook his head. “No, no it’s not. It’s an amazing experience for me and you taste nice.”
You licked your lips and moaned. “You tasted alright. You must be a very healthy guy.”
He nodded. “I am.”
You massaged your thighs and purred at him. “I want to eat you again.”
He put his hand over your mouth. “No, no. Give me a few minutes to get hard again, okay?”
You pouted a bit. “Okay.”
He grabbed your drink and offered it to you. “Drink.”
You downed some and hummed. “Thank you!” You giggled. “So…can I get kisses?”
“Yes.”
You put your drink down and crawled closer to Levi. You kissed the corner of his mouth and moaned. “Was I naughty for swallowing?”
“Yes.”
You kissed along to his earlobe and nibbled. “Maybe you should spank this naughty bunny.”
He blushed a little at your words. “Spank?”
You nodded and lay over his lap and giggled. “Do it.”
He massaged your bum and hummed in delight. “So soft. It’d be nice to see a cute bunny tail here.” He slapped your bum making you whine. “Naughty bunny for swallowing.”
You moaned when he spanked you again. “Forgive me, my bear.”
He massaged your plump bum cheek before slapping it again. “You going to do it again?”
You whimpered. “Maybe.”
He slapped you again. “Bunny?”
“Okay!”
He kissed your bum. “Good bunny.” He purred at you. “I should reward you.”
You sat up and smiled. “I don’t need anything.” You kissed him. “As long as you feel good.”
He spread his legs and yanked you against him so your back was against his chest. “Well, I want to reward you and spoil you.”
You leaned against him and giggled. “You already spoil me loads.”
He kissed your neck as he unclipped the back of your bikini bra. He slipped it off you and dropped it on the floor. He looked down and moaned at seeing your breasts free. He ran his hands up your body and began massaging the plump soft mounds. He sighed and nipped the crook of your neck as his hands moved. He smiled against your skin as you moaned. He pinched your peeks and sighed in happiness when you responded so perfectly.
He kissed the side of your ear. “Good bunny.” He released one of your breasts and moved his hand down your body. “Such a perfect bunny.”
You turned your head and smiled. “You going to keep messing with me, or are you going to touch me?”
He kissed you and hummed as he did. He pushed his hand past the band of your bottoms. He ran his fingers over you and felt how slick you were. He pulled back and frowned. “You’re wet already. Did sucking me and getting spanks do that?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
He ran his fingers more over you. “Open your legs for me.”
You put your legs over his thighs so your legs were open wide. “Yes, bear.”
He moaned. “Such a good bunny. You all wet for your bear?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
He slowly and teasingly pushed two fingers deep into your pussy. “You’re so wonderful, so perfect, so cute, so smart, so sweet. I adore you, bunny.” He nipped your ear as he pumped his fingers into you as he rubbed your g-spot and moved his thumb on your clit. He rolled your breast in his hand. “Such a good bunny.”
You panted and rocked your hips against Levi’s hand. “Bear.”
He tapped his forehead against the side of your head and whispered to you. “You going to cum for me?”
You whimpered and hummed. “Yes.”
“You feel so good, bunny.” He kissed the side of your head. “So hot, wet and your moans are like music to my ears. You’re perfect.” He purred at you. “So soft.”
You shivered under his touch. “Levi. Faster.” You grabbed his upper arms as his fingers fucked you faster. “Sh-shit. Yes.” You leaned your head back over his shoulder. You dug your nails into his skin as you felt your coil tighten. “I’m…Levi…ah!” You cried out and clenched Levi’s fingers over and over as you came. Your legs shook over his thighs.
Levi pulled his hand from you and licked them clean. “Mmm, you’re perfect.”
You moved your legs off his thighs before turning around and facing Levi. You panted at him as your legs shook. “More.” You straddled him. “I want to ride you.”
He gulped hard. “I want that too.”
You smiled and pulled his shorts down and freed him to see he was rock hard again. You nibbled your lip and hummed. “Perfect.”
He stopped you. “Condom.”
You jumped off Levi, yanked off your bottoms and ran to his supply in his bedroom and ran back to Levi. “Got one!”
He raised his brow. “One?”
You giggled. “You’re right, we are animals.” You tore the packet open and rolled the condom down on Levi’s penis. You straddled your lover and slammed him into your pussy. You moaned as you came at him roughly hitting your g-spot. “Sh-shit.” You squeezed him and smiled. “You feel so incredible.”
Levi panted as he gazed at you. “You’re the incredible one.”
You took his hands and placed them on your thighs. You smiled and gripped his shoulders and started moving up and down on him. “You want me to ride you?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
You moved a little faster. “You want your bunny to bounce?”
He moaned. “Yes.”
You bounced fast on his cock and enjoyed him slamming and rubbing your g-spot. You pushed one hand into his hair and massaged. You panted and sighed as you enjoyed the feeling of Levi filling you up over and over. “You feel so good.” You leaned your head back and yanked Levi’s head against your breasts. “Oh God, your cock is so deep inside me.”
Levi bit your breast hard before sucking and leaving a beautiful love bite on your skin. Levi gripped your thighs tightly as he helped you bounce on him. He moaned against your skin as he dragged his tongue over to your nipple. He nipped your nipple and sucked. He nipped a little making you cry out. He smiled against your skin. He released your breast and started nipping and sucking your other breast. He looked up at you as you whimpered and cried in pleasure. Levi admired you using him for your pleasure. Levi just wanted this for the rest of his life. He wanted you to take anything you wanted from him.
You tugged on Levi’s hair and pulled his head away from you. You looked down at Levi as you kept bouncing on him. You crashed your lips against Levi’s and tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. You smiled before pushing your tongue into his mouth. You both moaned as your tongues moved together. You dug your nails into his shoulder as you felt your coil tighten. You mewled as you felt the urge to come around Levi’s cock and try and milk him of everything he had.
Levi slammed you down onto his cock making you cum hard. He grunted as your pussy clenched his cock tightly and massaged him. He released your lips and panted as you moaned. “You look incredible when you cum.”
You panted and smiled at him. “I want you to fuck me hard. Please.”
He shifted a little. “Of course, my bunny.” He gripped your thighs and pounded his cock up and into you. “Like that bunny? You like that?”
You gripped the top of the sunbed and cried out. “Yes!” You closed your eyes and knitted your brows together. “Shit! Levi!”
Levi’s hips slapped loudly against yours as his cock rammed into you as fast as he could move his hips. He panted and stared at his dick plunging in and out of you, your sweet honey almost pouring out of you due to the pure pleasure Levi was giving you. He was hitting all the spots you needed to be touched. He loved seeing his penis disappear into you and then pull out of you. He was overwhelmed by the beauty that was your pussy accepting him. He adored you so much that he couldn’t explain his feelings. He’d never done anything like this before in his life, but with you it was incredible. You were incredible.
Levi yanked you down onto him. He rolled his cock around inside you so could feel every inch of him inside you. He smiled up at you as you shivered and hummed. “That feel good?”
You nodded and placed your hand on your pelvis. “You feel so good inside me. You’re so deep.” You rolled your hips with Levi. “Do I feel good?”
“Fuck yes, bunny.”
You panted and whimpered. “Cum for me, please. I need you to cum from my body.”
He moaned. “I’ll cum for you. Are you close?”
You nodded and knelt up a little. “Hard and fast again.”
He panted and nodded. “Okay, bunny.” He gripped your thighs hard again and rammed his cock in and out of you. “Good bunny.”
You screamed in pleasure. You gripped the sunbed hard as you felt pure euphoria being pounded into you. You locked eyes with Levi to see his brows were knitted together, his mouth slightly parted as he panted and moaned your name. You placed one hand on his chest as your legs shook hard. You whimpered and clenched Levi in delight. You’d never done anything rough like this before, but it was so incredible and Levi knew just how you wanted it.
You shook and came hard on top of Levi. You collapsed forwards onto Levi as your pussy massaged Levi’s cock. Your hearing went as your vision became spotty. You drooled a little on Levi’s chest as pleasure pumped through you with each snap of Levi’s hips and his cock pounding into you. Levi gripped your hips hand and came. He moaned your name as he kept fucking you roughly. He finally slammed you down onto him and panted as the last spurts of his cum came out.
Levi lay there panting as he kept his cock inside you. He moaned as your pussy twitched and fluttered around him. He called your name. “Are you okay?” He peeked at your face and shook you a little as he said your name. “Bunny?” He moved your hair from your face. “Hey, hey, hey, talk to me.”
You gulped hard. “Can’t…think…straight…”
He sighed. “You’re okay, thank fuck.”
You closed your eyes. “I’m okay. I live…here now…” You relaxed. “Can’t…move.”
Levi rubbed your back and gave you a squeeze. “Maybe I went too rough.”
“Shh.”
He hummed a laugh and shifted you off him. He lay you down on the bed and left you. “I’ll be right back.” He ran to his bathroom and cleaned up. He grabbed some bottoms for you and a shirt of his. He selected some snacks and a nice cold drink. He ran back to you and changed you carefully. He sat down and put the drinks and food down. “Bunny?”
You opened your eyes and smiled at him. “Hiiii bear.”
He hummed a laugh. “You want a snack?”
You nodded. “Help me up.”
He dragged your floppy body and sat you on his lap. “There. Ow, did you just bite me?”
“I’m eating my snack.”
He rubbed his pec. “Bad bunny.” He opened your drink and handed it over. “Drink.”
You sipped it and hummed in happiness. “Yummy.”
Levi tucked your hair behind your ear. “I’m so sorry.”
You looked at him. “For what?”
“For going too rough and hard with you.”
You giggled. “I asked for it.”
He pouted. “But you almost passed out.”
You kissed his cheek a few times. “I’m perfectly good Levi. I enjoyed myself. I had a mind-blowing orgasm. I’m perfectly fine.”
He nuzzled the crook of your neck. “Next time we just make love, okay?”
You blushed hard at his words. You liked hearing him say love. “Yes.” You downed your drink more. “Everything aches.”
“Sorry.”
You laughed. “It’s okay. I wanted it.” You kissed him and sighed through your nose. “You’re incredible.”
You giggled. “I want to ride you again.”
He held your face with one hand and wiggled. “No, bunny.”
You pouted. “Okay. I guess I need to rest.”
“Bunny? Can we have a serious talk?”
You nodded. “Sure.”
He blushed a little. “It’s about us. I umm…I don’t want you to think I see you as just a fun sex partner, okay? I don’t want this to just be about sex. I want to date. I want to spend time together. I want to have fun. I want romance.”
You smiled at him. “Well, how about we ban ourselves from sex or oral for three days?”
Levi whined a little. “But I love eating you.”
You giggled. “I know, but we have to see if this is more than sexual chemistry. There is no denying that we are great in bed together, but we need to be sure of the romantic connection.”
He smiled and nodded. “Deal.”
You kissed him and hummed. “Besides, I think I’m out of action down there for a whole day at least.”
Levi massaged your inner thigh. “Get better.”
You giggled. “I will.”
He held your chin and pulled you close. He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “I like you a lot.”
You blushed an adorable pink. “I like you too.”
He hugged you tightly. “I’m so happy.”
You slowly traced the wings tattoo on his neck. “This is so pretty.”
“Thank you.”
You looked at the back of his wrist and admired the sunflower on it. You kissed the flower and hummed. “Lovely.”
He smiled. “You really love my tattoos, don’t you?”
You nodded as you looked at them all and noticed three names. “Furlan, Isabel and Kuchel?”
He tapped the one on his heart. “Kuchel is my mother. She’s alive and well, it’s just she’s done so much for me and raised me by herself in a very poor area. She did everything she could for me. I keep her close.” He tapped his friends’ names. “I grew up with these two, but in the early days of being in a gang before the mafia, they were killed.” He smiled sadly. “I love them as if they are family.”
You kissed all three names. “My heart goes out to them.”
“That was sweet of you.”
You smiled at him. “There’s a lot more to you than meets the eye, huh?”
He hummed a laugh. “I guess.” He took your hand and kissed it. “You know almost everything about me. I told you most in the club the night we met.”
“We should visit a nice tea museum for you.”
He shook his head as he massaged your hand. “I don’t want to do something you don’t want to do. You’ll be bored.”
You frowned. “No, I won’t! I will have lots of fun and I’ll get to see you happy.”
“Okay, we’ll visit one, but we need to visit somewhere you really want.” He kissed you. “Tell me where you want to go. You want to go abroad? I can fly us anywhere.”
You shook your head. “I want to go to a theme park!” You smiled brightly at Levi. “Please?”
He smiled at you. “Anything you want, bunny.”
You jumped around in front of the theme park entrance as you felt excitement bubble away inside you. You turned to Levi as he walked towards you with his hands in his pockets and a soft happy gaze. You ran over to Levi and held his hands. “I’m so excited!”
He admired you in your cute shorts and summer top. “I can see.” He rubbed the back of his neck as he blushed. “Are you warm enough?”
You titled your head. “Yes?”
“If not, you can umm…you can wear my cardigan.” He gulped hard. “Only if you’re not warm enough.”
You smiled and held the edge of his cardigan. “I’m a bit cold.”
He lit up and pulled his green cardigan off and helped you into it. “There, all better.”
You smiled at him in his tight short sleeve shirt. “Will you be warm enough?”
“I run hot.” He offered his hand. “Hold my hand, okay? I don’t want to lose you here.”
You gripped his hand. “I’ll hold on all day.”
“Good bunny.”
You kissed Levi’s shoulder. “Bear.”
Levi blushed as he walked with you. He knew people were staring at him and knew exactly who he was and it worried him. He wanted to protect you and being with you was a risk to your safety. He jumped when you kissed his cheek. “I’m buying the tickets, okay?”
“Okay.”
He leaned on the counter and saw the woman looked a bit scared and turned on by seeing him. “Two platinum tickets.”
You gasped. “Bear, that’s too much.”
He shook his head. “It’s not, bunny.” He opened his wallet and flashed the cash he had. He handed the money over and took the tickets. “Thanks.” He pulled you into the park. “Take a look at the map.”
You giggled. “I don’t need a map. I looked it up before we came here.”
“You were that excited?”
You nodded. “Yes.”
He kissed the back of your hand. “Cute. So, what do you want to go on first?”
You pulled him along. “Best thing is to start from the back of the park and work our way forwards.”
“Smart.”
“Hope you don’t mind walking.”
He shook his head. “Not at all.” He looked down at your shoes. “Are you going to be okay? Are those shoes comfy enough?”
You nodded. “Yeah, they’ll be okay.”
He hummed in thought. “Let me know if they’re not.”
“I will.” You walked with Levi down a nice path through a wooded part to the back part of the massive park. You noticed there was a little dark spot out of view of others. “Come here.”
Levi stumbled into the spot when you yanked him into it. “What are you doing?”
You held his shirt and smiled. “A nice private spot for kisses. I suspect you’re the type who doesn’t like public displays of affection because you get a bit nervous.”
He blushed. “Maybe…”
You hummed. “But here we can’t be seen!” You tapped your lips. “Kiss.”
Levi pressed himself against you so you were squished between him and the wall. He kissed you and sighed through his nose as he calmed down. He held your waist and massaged you. “You’re so cute. My little bunny.”
You nibbled your lip. “Bear.”
He nuzzled his nose against yours. “Come on bunny, we have some rides to go on.”
You held his hand and ran with him along the path. “We’re going on the big ones!”
Levi gazed softly at you. “Alright.”
You stopped and looked at the big ride. “Ooow! Look at this one!”
Levi pulled you close against his body and looked at it and heard people screaming on it. “Interesting.” He looked at you to see how excited you were. He pulled you to the fast pass area and showed the tickets. He led you to the front of the ride and noticed no one complained about you both taking the front.
You sat down and smiled. “I’m surprised.”
Levi pushed down the overhead bars on you and clipped you in place. “Why?”
You leaned forwards and looked at Levi as he sat next to you. “Well, usually when you have a fast pass people glare at you and complain.”
Levi clipped his buckle and hummed. “I hate to break it to you, but they won’t because of me.”
You stared at Levi, then gasped when it clicked. “Oh yeah! You’re a scary gangster! I forget sometimes.” You giggled and smiled at the man checking the bars. You looked smiled when he looked a little scared. “Don’t mind the bear, he’s harmless! Bear? Don’t glare at the man doing his job.”
“Tch, sorry.”
You kicked your legs and hummed a song. “Can I hold your hand?”
“You scared?”
You shook your head and leaned so you could see Levi. “No, I just want to hold your hand.”
Levi reached over and held your hand. “Sure.” Levi sighed as the ride lifted up, then you went outside and moved around. He felt bored as it slowly clicked at going up. He frowned a little when you squeezed his hand hard. “Bunny?”
You nervously laughed. “High up.”
“You’re okay, bunny. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze.
“Okay.”
Levi tried to look over at you, but you’d pressed yourself against the seat. He looked ahead and kept a straight face as the ride dropped. His heart throbbed in his chest when he heard you screaming. He wanted to stop your fear and hurt whatever it was, but then your screams turned to laughter. He smiled a little as the ride went upside down making you laugh more in delight. He relaxed and enjoyed himself. He didn’t react much because he had lived a life of danger for so long, that a ride was not thrilling to him. However, you laughing and squealing in delight made him enjoy the ride.
You kicked your legs when the ride came to a stop. “That was fun!” You unclipped yourself from your seat and pushed the bars up. “Right Levi?”
Levi shoved the bars up and smiled a little. “Tch, yeah.”
You frowned. “You didn’t like it, did you?”
He climbed out and helped you along. “I enjoyed it.”
“You can say if you didn’t.”
He kissed the back of your hand. “I did.”
You hummed and walked with him to the photos. You stopped and saw you were laughing and Levi had a cute smile on his face. “You did.” You looked over at Levi. “You did enjoy yourself.”
He nodded. “Told you.”
You hugged his arm. “I’m so glad!”
He blushed a little as people stared at him and you. “Yeah.”
You pulled away. “S-Sorry. I shouldn’t be all over you.”
Levi stopped. “Tch.” He offered his arm. “It’s okay. Hug it.”
You stared at Levi as he started blushing. “Only if you’re okay with it.”
“Yes.”
You hugged his arm and held his hand. You hummed in happiness and smiled as you walked with Levi. “Thank you.”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck as he felt flustered. “Let’s get to the next ride, okay?”
You nodded and hummed a laugh. You went from ride to ride with Levi and felt he was enjoying himself more. You could see he was relaxing. You winced a little when your feet started hurting. You nibbled your lip as you covered up your pain. You limped a little and felt wetness in your shoes. You chewed on your lip more as you fought the pain.
You stumbled a little. “Ah.”
Levi stopped and looked down at you. “Bunny?”
You welled up and looked at him. “I’m sorry.”
He cupped your face. “What’s wrong?”
You sniffed. “My feet.”
Levi lifted you up like a bride and carried you to a sitting area for people to eat and drink near a shop. He knelt in front of you and pulled your shoes off. He stared at your socks to see blood on them. “Oh, bunny…”
You rubbed your tears away. “I’m sorry.”
He smiled and kissed your knees. “Don’t be sorry, okay?”
You nodded. “Okay.”
He smiled at you. “Wait here, okay? I’ll be right back. If anyone bothers you, just bark at them.”
You giggled as you rubbed your tears. “Yes.” You blew him a kiss and watched him go into the shop. You sniffed a little and saw a guy hurry over to you.
He stopped and smiled. “Hey, cutie. Someone like you shouldn’t be left all alone.”
You locked eyes with him. “Woof!”
“What the fuck?”
You started barking at him making him run off. You stuck your tongue out. “Weirdo.” You smiled as Levi returned to you. “I barked!”
Levi frowned. “Which fucker tried touching you?”
You smiled. “Feet.”
He sighed and knelt. “You’re right. Priorities, Levi.” He cleaned your feet with some water first. He pulled out a medkit and cleaned your wounds. He dried them before patching them up and binding your feet. He pulled on fresh socks and new trainers for you. He looked up at you. “How are they?”
“Comfy.”
“I’ll get you better ones soon.”
You shook your head. “I like them. Thank you so much.”
He handed you some pain meds and water. “Take them, okay? I don’t want you in pain.”
“Thank you.” You gasped after drinking. “I feel better.”
Levi smiled a little. “We should go home.”
You shook your head. “No, no. I want to stay.”
He hummed. “I’m worried about you.”
You pouted a little. “But we haven’t been to the arcade and there are cool prizes. There might be a cute cuddly toy.”
“You…you like soft things?”
“I do.”
He packed everything into the bag and offered his hand. “Can you walk?”
You nodded and took his hand. You walked with him and smiled as he watched you closely. “All good.”
“I’m glad.” He pulled you along to the arcade. “If you need to stop, just say. I can carry you.”
You giggled. “Maybe in a bit.”
“Okay.”
You looked around the place and chose different things to play on with Levi. You gasped when you saw a big cuddle bear. “Bear…”
Levi looked at you, then followed your line of sight to see the bear. He walked up to the stand. He paid and picked up the balls and threw them at the bottles. He threw them at such a force that the bottles went flying. “Tch, easy.” He grabbed the bear and handed it over. “Here.”
You hugged him and squealed. “That was amazing! You’re so strong and cool!”
He blushed a little. “Tch, thanks.”
You jumped up and down. “You’re the best!”
He walked with you. “Is there anything else you want?”
You shook your head and hummed a laugh. “This bear is perfect. Can we go home?”
“Sure.” He walked with you and felt jealous that you were cuddling the massive bear. “You shouldn’t hug that bear so much.”
You looked over at Levi. “How come?”
He blushed. “You’ll squeeze the stuffing from the neck area.”
You smiled a little knowing he was jealous of the bear. “You’re right. I should hug you tightly and not this bear.”
“Exactly.”
You put the bear in the back of the car and turned to Levi. You hugged him tightly and hugged. “Yeah, much better than a bear.”
Levi hugged you back. “Good. So, did you have fun today?”
You nodded. “Loved it.”
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lol since snom evolves with friendship at night, imagine if vil has a late night interview on tv and he brings snom, the interviewer host person kinda picks on snom vil being unhappy calls them out, and snom feeling how much vil loves her evolves into frosmoth on live tv
I wanted to make a one shot out of this hehehe read below...
Vil has had his fair share of interviews, he is well aware of the nature of some TV hosts. Some are amusing and pleasant while there are those who... want to point out and make fun of concepts they think don't make sense.
This one host was getting on his nerves, he was scheduled to bring his precious Snom (He named it Nieva) to the show for some inquiries.
Now you would think that the host would know how much he loves the little bug. So do his fans, but it seems that the host has some... opinions about his choice of picking Snom.
"Pray tell, what led you to pick this gelatin pincushion as a familiar, Mr. Schoenheit? Frankly, we thought you'd get something that's more on par with your handsome face! Did the school run out of good ones or what?"
The bastard grinned as if he told a joke, even if he did Vil didn't find it very amusing. Snom just innocently wriggles on his lap, occasionally nibbling on his knuckles a bit which felt cold but nice.
It was if she was trying to calm him down, maybe she was. Nieva was such a sweetheart. If only that host could see it too.
"Actually, I think my sweet little Nieva is beautiful in her own way. If you take a look at the magicam, you'd find that there are a lot of people who think she's pretty."
He holds Snom close to his chest as the little bug's beady eyes stare at the camera. The audience collectively "awws" at the sight.
He was hoping this would get the host to back off picking on Nieva. But apparently not, for this host is a stubborn, rotten potato.
"It's... something... I just don't think that the school did the appropriate necessities to give students something worthy of their image, yah know? I mean if it were me I'd rather have anything but a weak, little worm-"
Vil glares at the host while maintaining his signature smile, causing the man to freeze up and cut off his sentence.
He's not going to tolerate any disrespect to his familiar.
"With all due respect, it matters not what you think would suit my image. I myself am proud to show off my familiar and I wouldn't trade her for anything else... its as if you're implying that I'm some type of person who just adopts an animal for the sake of aesthetic and if they no longer suit me, I throw them away? Am I really such a villain to you?"
The host stammers and realized that if he doesn't answer correctly, what he said previously could be clipped and become headlines to ruin his career.
"A-Ah I apologize, slip of the tongue! I never meant that at all, Mr. Schoenheit!"
Vil smirked as he pressed his cheek against Nieva's cold body.
"It matters not to me if they see Nieva as weak or small. She gives me such joy and that's the sentiment that all pet lovers share no?"
People agree with his statement and began murmuring amongst themselves how they can relate to that.
Just then, the Snom started to glow that everyone had to shield their eye, including Vil and the host.
Vil panicked and thought that his Snom was going to attack the host but then he remembered what Phoebe said when he got his Pokemon partner for the first time.
"Did you know that Snom evolves through friendship? If she can feel how much you care about her then she will become inspired enough to evolve for you!"
"(Could this be it?)"
that thought rang in his head as the light fades and in place of the Snom is a large white moth.
With dazzling eyes and such soft fur that almost looks like a winter coat. But most importantly, the translucent wings twinkle like freshly fallen snow.
This was Nieva?
The crowd can't help but gasp in awe when they saw such a beautiful moth.
"W-what just happened?!" The host was shocked at what transpired.
"The one in charge of giving me my familiar mentioned that Snoms can change forms permanently if it knows you love it enough... I didn't expect my feelings towards Nieva would touch her heart so..."
The host was too stunned to reply, so he was ushered backstage and the co-host had to take over. Thankfully they were much nicer than that potato who looked down on Nieva.
The interview was a success and Vil has gotten more followers after that clip of evolution when live.
He smirks at his ever-growing follower count as he strokes his Nieva, now a Frosmoth, as she curled up on his lap.
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Chef Zemo AU! 👨🍳
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Part 4
Helmut wiped down the last of the tables. It was just him and Bucky left at the moment. It was closing time. Bucky counted up the money in the till as Zemo made sure every aspect of his restaurant was clean and tidy for tomorrow.
Once everything was accounted for Bucky went home and Zemo locked up. He tugged his coat around him a little tighter and and began the small journey to his home. However, something caught his eye and he stopped to take it in.
Across the square there was a man standing there, looking in his direction. He couldn't quite tell who it was, but he could take a pretty good guess. There had been rumours of the infamous Tony Stark arriving in Sokovia.
Helmut watched him for a moment before turning and leaving. He had no reason to dwell on it right now.
Zemo went home.
When he opens shop again in the morning, he doesn't see the man again. However, he does see you and Wanda walking, arms interlinked, the pair of you laughing and chatting.
He can't stop himself from looking at you.
Yesterday when he brought up how well you would fit in with Sokovia, he was hoping to maybe spark a slight idea into your head. The fact you were only visiting his country made him feel rather sad. To see you every day, chat with you at the bar, to see you smile, he wanted more of that.
Never before had someone been on his mind this much before.
You and Wanda walk out of sight.
Sam and Bucky enter to start their work day. Zemo goes into the kitchen to prepare for the day.
Wanda takes you to her favourite place, surprised it was even still open. A bowling alley. You chuckle as she drags you through the door and over to the desk.
"Pietro and I would come here all the time," she told you.
"Sounds like you two had a lot of fun."
"Oh, we did. Pietro used to work at Escorpión Morado. I would meet him outside and we would come here."
"Pietro used to work at the restaurant?"
You both are given a pair of bowling shoes each and you go sit down to out them on.
"Yeah, he used to tend the bar. It was his first job. He loved it."
"That explains why he's so good with drinks," you chuckle. Pietro had his own bar back home, often he would make you, Wanda and Natasha drinks on your nights out.
"He learned from the best."
You both stand up and go to your designated alley, thanking the staff for guiding you. Wanda puts your names into the system.
Wing woman
Y/N Zemo
"Wanda!"
She laughs as she confirms the names and stands up. You glare up at the monitor and then glare at her.
"You can scold me all you like, but in going to have you fall in love with that man of it's the last thing I do."
"Wanda, please be realistic about this."
Wanda picks up her preferred ball and steps up to the lane.
"I am," she says, pulling her arm back and lining up her ball.
"No you're not. You want to set me up with a man who lives in a completely different country to me. This is mean."
Wanda throws her ball.
"It's not mean. It's helping. Ever since you came back, I know he has been on your mind. I can tell by the way you talk about him that you like him. I know because it's the same way I talk about Vision. I know love when I see it, Y/N."
She takes another turn.
You sit there, watching her second ball glide down the lane and take out a few more pins, three still standing. The lane resets the pins for you as you swap places with Wanda.
"It's just a silly crush. It will go away."
Wanda resists rolling her eyes at you.
"Do you really think the only reason I came here with you is because I wanted to see my home? Don't get me wrong, I am over the moon to see Sokovia again, but I cane here for you."
You throw the ball and watch it go.
"Why is this so important to you?" You look at her as you grab a second ball.
"Because you never show interest in anyone and suddenly you do. I've been telling you from the start, you'll marry this man one day and you'll be happy with him. You'll be running Escorpión Morado together, you'll see."
You throw your second ball and say nothing to her. You only take down four pins in total. You go sit back down.
"He likes you too, you know. I've seen the way he looks at you. He wants to spend time with you, talk to you, be around you. He likes having you in his restaurant."
Wands stands to take her next turn.
"I like being there," you say, softly.
"Good, we shall go there after we're done here."
You don't even argue with her. You want to go. You want to see him. Wands knows this. You can see the way she looks at you that she knows.
Wanda ends up winning in the end, which does not surprise you if she and her brother spent so much time here when they were younger.
You walk arm in arm to the restaurant. There's a few people about, but it's not crazy busy.
Sam sees you enter and smoothly glides into the kitchen. Zemo is finishing up a dish as he enters. He looks up when sees Sam come over.
"What is it?" He asks, assuming another order.
"Y/N is here with their friend. Thought you might like to take this one," Sam grins.
Normally Zemo would just tell Sam to go back to work and stop messing about, but he knows he wants to see you. He had been thinking of you all morning. He wipes his hands and presents the dish to Sam, who takes it and goes out to serve it.
For a brief moment Zemo pauses and quickly fixes his hair and straightens his shirt. He steps out of the kitchen. Wanda and yourself were sitting at a table near the window.
He smiles when his eyes land on you.
Helmut holds his head high and walks over to your table. Your eyes catch his and you smile softly at him. Wanda is looking at you with a grin on her lips, but he isn't really paying attention to her. He can only look at you.
"How are you today?" He asks, lips curled into a handsome smile, dark eyes glistening with happiness.
"We're good, how are you today?"
"Doing better now my favourite customer is here. What can I get for you both?"
"Coffee?" You ask, nibbling at your lower lip shyly.
His smile was making you feel things.
"Coming up."
He leaves the table and you bury your face in your hands. Wands laughs from across the table.
"You are so in love with him!"
"I am," you admit.
The fact you admitted it makes Wanda smile. She was proud of you for confessing how you felt.
"Maybe there is a life for you out here," she says, deep in thought.
"You really think I should just up and move to another country, leaving you all behind and starting over here?" You look at her.
"Yes. Back home, sure, you have all your friends and your job. Out here, there's him. This man you can't stop thinking about."
You glance over to the bar. Zemo has poured you each a cup of coffee and is coming over. He smiles when he sees you looking at him. You thank him softly when he places the coffee down in front of you.
Before he can say anything, a customer entering the restaurant cat has his attention. Both Wanda and yourself turn to see who had come in.
This man felt like he demanded attention. His suit looked expensive and tailored. There was a presence about him that made him stand out among the other people in the restaurant.
"Who is that?" You hear Wanda ask.
Helmut gives an apologetic smile and excuses himself from you, approaching the man.
You watch him curiously.
"He seems important," Wanda whispers.
"Yeah."
You watch as they shake hands and talk. The stranger gestures to a table and Zemo leads him over to it. They sit down and they chat.
There is something about Helmut's expression that concerns you.
The stranger looks around the room, his eyes hidden by his sunglasses, but you can see the way his lips a pulled into a thing grimace.
You feel offended by his distaste in the establishment. Poor Helmut.
They sit there and chat for several minutes before he gets up and leaves. Helmut looks a little defeated as he stands up and looks over at your table. Upon seeing you looking at him, he smiles and makes his way back over.
"I'm sorry about that."
"Don't be. Who was that?" You ask, too curious not to know.
"His name is Tony Stark. Remember that new restaurant I was telling you about?" You nod at his question. "Well, he owns it. He was checking out his competition in the area."
"I don't like him," you say, not really intending to say that out loud.
Helmut chuckles softly.
"Neither do I."
"What did he say?" Wanda asks.
"That he wasn't worried if this place is considered the best in Novi Grad. My restaurant isn't a threat to his business."
You unconsciously clench your fists.
"Your restaurant is the nicest place here. He has no idea what he's talking about. He didn't even try your food."
Helmut grins at your comments.
"No he didn't. Though he intends to come back. I need to cook up something magnificent for his return."
"You can do it. Everything you cook is amazing, Helmut. A lot of care goes into your cooking."
His smile makes you giddy.
"Food tastes best when it's made for enjoyment and not just to satisfy hunger," you tell him, meaning every word of that.
Zemo swears his heart would beat out of his chest if it could. If he wasn't already swooned by you, he would have been now. You had no idea what kind of power you had over him.
"I am always glad to hear it."
Wanda looks between the pair of you and smiles. She quietly excuses herself to go use the bathroom. Neither one of you glance at her as she slips away.
Helmut sits at the table.
"How long do we have?" He asks.
"Wanda and I have a few days left yet. We're not leaving too soon."
"Good," he nods his head. "I'd like to see more of you."
"Really?" You ask, shocked by his words.
"Yes, really."
You smile. Your smile makes him smile. Oh, what he would do to see it every single day of his life. This man was utterly in love with you, but he would be fool to just blurt that out.
Plus, you weren't staying. He would have to say goodbye to you again.
"Maybe Wanda and I could pop back every day. When the coffee is this good, we would be silly not to come back," you drink the last drop from your cup.
"Ah, so it's my coffee you like?"
"The owner isn't so bad either," you say, unable to hold eye contact much longer.
The chuckle that escapes past his lips makes you tingle all over. It's so deep, yet so joyful and pure. A sense of pride washes over you for making him laugh.
"Sokovia will feel so empty when you're gone," he says, softly.
"I will miss it. I have missed it."
"I missed you, you know," he admits.
Your heart stutters. You don't get a chance to say anything as Wanda returns. Zemo is quick to change the topic of conversation, smoothly too.
"Can you cook?"
"Uh, I can cook to feed myself. Wanda is more of a chef than I am, but even she can't compare to your culinary skills."
Wanda was caught off-guard by your statement and Zemo was full of pride again. The more you complimented his cooking, the bigger his ego was inflating.
"Would you like to assist me for Stark's visit tomorrow?"
You stare at him, lips parted, mind whirling in confusion.
"You want my help?"
"Yes. I could teach you."
You glance at Wanda. She nods enthusiastically at you, winking.
"Alright, but please don't let me get in the way. I'd hate to be the reason things go wrong."
He leans forward, lips tugged into a grin.
"I trust you."
You smile softly, finding the table suddenly more interesting than before.
Wanda chuckles softly.
"While you do that I'll go see if my old family home is still there," she says, smiling.
"Are you sure?" You ask her.
"Of course I am."
You smile and turn back to Helmut.
"Then it's settled. We'll show Stark what he's up against."
Zemo smiled brightly.
Just you and him in the kitchen tomorrow. He was going to make every moment count. This might be the most amount of time he will get to spend with you while you're here.
Zemo gets up from his seat and grabs the two empty cups from the table.
"Another?"
Both of you nod.
Zemo goes to get more coffee. While he's gone, Wanda leans across the table and takes your hands into hers.
"Woo that man!"
You laugh.
"I mean it! One day you'll marry him and be the happiest person alive. Maybe you should seriously consider moving out here. I could help you. Maybe I'll find some places for you tomorrow."
"You don't have to do that."
"You're not saying no, though," she grins.
"You're right, I'm not." You glance over to the bar. "I really like him Wanda."
"I know, so let's do something about it."
You nod softly.
Zemo returns, this time with an extra cup. He sits down with you both and asks you to be at the restaurant first thing in the morning. You agree.
From tomorrow onward, you knew things would take a turn. Your life would literally be flipped upside down.
And you were happy to let it happen.
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Kinktober Headcannons
Warnings: NSFW and 18+ ONLY. Lots of references to having sex, specific references to PiV sex, oral sex (M receiving), breast and nipple play, mean talk during sex, also breeding kink, danger of getting caught kink, praise kink I think? Also looking after someone kink (I'm making these up at this point, right?). Please let me know if I missed anything.
Featuring: Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, Dave York, Max Lord and Javier Peña.
'Reader' Notes: The only time the reader is specifically gendered is with Pero and Dave (both female). Otherwise completely undescribed.
Author Notes: I typically don't write anything explicit when it comes to sex, but I had this idea with all the posting about Kinktober and while I'm not ready to dive in to a month of writing, I thought I'd do something fun and more spicy than my usual to mark the month starting.
Everything under the cut. Enjoy!
Oberyn Martell: What kink doesn’t he have? Oberyn is very in touch and very open with his sexuality. But more than anything, he loves making you feel good - in his own way, of course. Oberyn’s way happens to be trying every position, every technique, every bit of dirty talk he has to see what brings you the most satisfaction. He will deny himself pleasure until he knows you have had yours; Oberyn knows what he likes, knows his favourites and things he loves to hear. He wants to know what all those things are for you, wants to be able to do those things to you without having to ask what you need in the moment. He loves watching your head tip back in pure pleasure, watching your chest rise and fall ever faster, ripping gasps from your throat as you practically scream his name while a wave of ecstasy crashes through you. Feeling your racing heartbeat against his as your chests are pressed together, feeling your hot, fast, sharp breaths ghost across his face. There is nothing better, as far as Oberyn is concerned, than knowing all of your sounds, words, and physical reactions are because of him. If anything, knowing that he’s made you reach the peak of bliss is what pushes him there. Could he just ask you what you love? Yes; but where’s the fun in that?
Pero Tovar: Pero Tovar is a man whose breeding kink becomes blatantly obvious from the second you are married. He loves the idea of showing the world that you belong to him in every possible way. He has courted you, he has asked for your hand, he has married you. Now, as far as he is concerned there is only one thing left, and he was growling hungrily in your ear about filling you as soon as you were alone on your wedding night. He was beside himself in excitement when you told him the healer confirmed you were with child. That night he made love to you like a man possessed, babbling incessantly in both your tongue and his native Spanish about how amazing you were, how divine you were, how wonderful you were and how he could not have found a more perfect wife and mother of his child. He will protect you incessantly, he will care for you, he will love you and he will heap praise upon you and tell you how amazing and beautiful you are. This will get more and more intense as your belly swells with your child. Publicly, he can’t keep his hands off your belly once you start showing. Privately, his hands are all over your breasts, marvelling at how they have rounded and swollen too, pleasuring you by touching, stroking, nibbling, dragging his tongue along your nipples as much as you can comfortably allow when you are in the bedroom together. When you are closer to labour he is patient, slow, and devoted in his lovemaking, your comfort being his paramount concern. You are quite surprised at how reverent Pero has become toward you; you never doubted his love for you, but it’s like he feels honoured that you are having his child. He’ll be asking pretty soon after the baby is born if you want another.
Dave York: He is mean. So very, very mean. And not because he is degrading; he will praise you. But Dave will do this in his own way. Typically for Dave, he is harsh, blunt, and will not comfort you or cuddle you or make you feel better at the end of a bad day. It’s all about ‘you like that, you filthy thing?’ as he bends you over his desk. Or ‘you are so good for me, you dirty girl’ as you kneel underneath his desk as he leans back in his office chair. When he wants you, it’s ‘Office. Now.’ texts rather than romancing you. Or it’s a wrist grab as you’re walking to get a coffee from the office machine. A subtle stroke of your ass as he passes you at the photocopier. And then he’ll growl at you later as he buries himself inside of you; ‘You wore that skirt for me? You desperate little thing, begging for me to look at you. You can’t bear the thought going without me, can you?’. He loves it. And when you reply like a shrinking violet, whimpering an answer? There’s nothing better, as far as he’s concerned.
Max Lord: He wants to look after you. And he feels like you deserve it because you never demand or want or expect anything. It’s refreshing to have someone in his life who wants to be there, but also feels lucky to be there. You’ve told him before that you feel like the luckiest person on Earth to be Max’s someone, and he can’t quite wrap his head around it. You make him feel so incredibly loved, and while he loves you with everything he has, and you feel it, he also likes to show you. Max likes looking after you; paying your rent, buying you a beautiful outfit just because, ordering you fancy take out and a bottle of something vintage at the end of a hard day. He likes to know you are okay, he likes to know you are not worrying for anything, and he will make sure he is the one to provide it for you. That extends to the bedroom; he’ll book the classiest, most extravagant hotel he can find, lay you down on the California King, with the fluffiest pillows, softest duvet and cloud-like mattress, and you’ll be pleasured slowly, carefully, indulgently all night long.
Javier Peña: Javier Peña is not an exhibitionist, but he loves the thrill of knowing he might get caught. He’ll make some effort to not be seen immediately, but he’s also not trying very hard to hide. Sure he’s got you lying on his desk, ankles wrapped around his neck with the office door closed, but it’s not locked. There’s something addicting about it; who will walk in? What will they say? What will they do? It’s an act with a million possibilities and Javi cannot get enough. Storage closet at the embassy, door closed with a box propped against it, but not locked? Bathroom at a restaurant, his back to the door while you’re on your knees in front of him so it’s not seen immediately? Back of his car in a spot with no street lamp, but in a public car park, with the windows cracked open? In your apartment with the lights on, windows open, and door unlocked? Yes please, and have you got any more ideas? Javi loves the danger of someone maybe coming in and seeing something. It makes him that little bit louder, that little bit rougher, and whilst you are terrified of being caught, you can’t help but love what it does to him.
Tagging @max--phillips who has been amazingly encouraging and supportive of this!
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[SUMMARY: PREAPOCALYPSE. Negan lies to Lucinda about not being able to have children. She takes matters into her own hands and during a sexual encounter makes him finish inside her. (Inspired by Bridgerton series)
Smut
TW: rape/ non con
Negan and Lucinda
Negan and you had met almost a year ago. Being a manager at a supermarket he shopped at, he always made it a point to act like he had something to talk to the manager about. Eventually asking you out on a date, in time the two of you had become serious with each other.
"How does this look?" You asked Negan as you placed a small frame of seashells in the bathroom.
"Well...you sure gave the place a womans touch," his response making you laugh.
The two of you enjoyed dinner together and a movie at home. A commerical of a pregnant woman came up and it made you smile. Children was something you had already been thinking about with Negan. The conversation had never really been spoken of as you noticed Negan would react strangely to the topic.
"Negan...dont you ever think we're missing something?" The question instantly making him clear his throat, he knew where this conversation was going.
"Not at all, sweetheart. What could we be missing? We're fucking great."
"I know we're great...but I still think we can be greater." Remaing silent he took a sip of his beer making you sigh.
"Negan dont you want to have children?" The question making him choke on his drink.
"Lucinda..that's a conversation for another time."
"What other time, you cant just tell me if you want children or not?" With a serious expression he ignored your question watching the show, his reaction making you annoyed.
"Come on Negan. It's not like we will make one at this moment, you cant just answer the question?"
"Lucinda-"
"You never want to talk about this and it's not fair to me, this is something that we should've spoken about long ago."
"Lucinda!" He suddenly yelled as he stood up in frustration.
"Lucinda. I fucking cant." He looked away as you frowned in confusion.
"What do you mean you cant?" You looked up at him as he turned his back to you with his hands on his hips.
"Lucinda I cant get you pregnant."
"But....I dont understand.." you looked down puzzled. If Negan could not get you pregnant, why did he always pull out every time he had sex with you? What was the point in that.
"What's there not to understand?" He aggresivly turned back to you, clear frustration buried within him.
"I can't give you a damn baby. Now drop it."
Never had Negan spoken to you in such a way. It wasnt fair for him to drop something of this magnitude on to you and just want it dropped without conversation. Leaving you alone in the living room you still wondered how accurate what he said was. You could feel it in you, something did not sound right.
After giving him some time to cool off you approached the bedroom. He lay with one hand behind his head, his eyes on the tv.
"Come here." He unexpectedly spoke shutting the television off. Walking into the room, slowly he pulled you into bed beside him and began kissing you.
"I dont like arguing with you." His deep voice penetrated your ears as he kissed your neck. His hand roaming over your thighs as he nibbled on your ear lobe. Before you knew it both of your clothes were off and Negan was on top of you. Passionately thrusting into you, you moaned against his lips. Gripping tightly onto his back as he continued to move, you could hear him breathing heavily against you. Usually when Negan finished you were either on your back or your knees, today you insisted on trying something different. Knowing his body language and the sounds he'd make when he was close to cumming you waited beneath him as he slammed into you. Screaming against him Negan cursed to himself. It was obvious he was trying his best not to blow. Without him expecting it, you rolled yourself over on top of him and began to ride him. If Negan really couldnt have children you didnt see why your plan would be a problem at all. He looked down at the sight of you hopping on his cock, you noticed him begin to break a sweat.
"Lucinda-" he groaned and you knew this was it, he was about to cum.
"Lucinda...get off.." you felt his hands on your hips attempt to pull you off but the feel of you riding him faster weakened him. Negan turned as red as you had ever seen him as he moaned loudly. Squeezing his eyes shut and tightly grabbing onto your thighs his deep moans filled the room.
"Fuck-" you felt his hips uncontrollably jerk up against you as you slowed down. Throwing his head back, you stopped your movement until he weakly looked down at you.
"Shit....why did you do that?" He asked breathlessly as you remained still on top of him. You could still feel his cock throbbing inside you. The feeling was something you had never felt before and god did it feel amazing. But, the shocked expression in his eyes distracted you from completely enjoying it.
"What's wrong?" You whispered.
"Get up." He responded bluntly making you feel confused. Without saying a word you stood up and watched him put a towel around his waist and light a cigarette.
"Negan?"
"I'll go to the pharmacy and get you that fucking pill." He spoke in a dry tone as you covered yourself up with the blanket.
"What pill?"
"That morning after shit."
"Why would I need one?" You responded stepping close to him. Your question making him look at you at a loss for words.
"Negan....why would I need one? Unless.....unless-" you frowned as you came to realization that Negan had lied to you. Tears welling up in your eyes you looked away feeling shame.
"If you didnt want to have children with me you could've simply told me."
"No, Lucinda its not-" before he could finish you ran to the bathroom slamming the door shut. With a sigh of frustration Negan pulled up his pants and made his way to you. Knocking on the bathroom door, Negan called out for you. Regret in his voice as you remained silent wrapped in the covers sitting on the toilet.
"Lucinda open the door."
Wiping away a tear you could hear him taking a deep breath on the other side.
"Baby, it's not about you alright? It's not the way you're thinking-"
"Yes it is!" You suddenly opened the door yelling at him in frustration.
"Stop lying to me, I'm not a little girl. You dont want me to be the mother of your child and that's fine, that's how you feel." Negan frowned listening to you speak with the voice of a broken heart. You truly had no idea how this man felt about you.
"You think I wouldnt want to see you as the mother of my child?" Negan stepped close to you as you looked up at him.
"Look at me. What kind of a fucking father do I'd look like I'd be?" His words were filled with self disappointment and sadness. It crushed you as you realized that it was himself that he didnt believe in.
"You would be amazing." You whispered placing your hand on his chest.
"You dont even give yourself a chance, Negan." Looking down at you as he took in what you expressed, he pulled you close.
"You really think I could be a good dad?"
"The best," you smiled as you looked down at his lips.
"But...if you still want to get the pill. We can do that."
Negan felt conflicted, wanting to have a family with you but doubting himself ate him alive.
The next day Negan purchased the pill. Without saying anything of it you found it sitting at the dining table. You understood Negans way of feeling but boy did you wish you could change it. You wished you could make him see himself from your point of view. Negan stood at the kitchen doorway silently watching you stare at the pill packet in your hand. Not being able to hold himself back he unexpectedly rushed into the kitchen and pulled the packet out of your hand. Throwing it to the side, you gasped as Negan grabbed you and began to kiss you. Roughly he picked you up and sat you down on the counter. Moaning in excitment you felt him reach under your skirt and pull your underwear off. His kisses were intense as you heard the heavy buckle from his belt break open.
"Negan, what's gotten in to you?" You laughed as he kissed your neck. Negan was always a very sexual man but something seemed more aggresive in his nature today. You didnt mind it at all, you loved feeling wanted by him. The two of you moaned simultaneously at the feel of your bodies coming together as one. Negan did not hesitate and pumped into you hard.
"Oh my God-" you gasped wrapping your arms around him. His eyes intense, never taking them off yours.
"This what you want?" He moved aggresivly knocking down things off the counter with each thrust. Moaning and gasping against him you heard him mumble something to himself you couldn't make out. He was an animal, grunting against you but it only aroused you more.
Negan grabbed your neck by one hand and looked directly into your eyes.
"You want to have my baby?" He suddenly asked breathlessly as he held your face.
"Yes, Negan. Yes." You cried out when he bit down on his bottom lip and grunted with one last hard thrust. The look he had as he held onto you tightly making you take in every drop of him made your lips part. Another hard thrust making you squeal as he made you take all of him in. Furrowed brows as he concentrated on your expression, the thought of releasing himself in you unexpectedly turned him on.
Negan pulled out as you leaned back against the wall, the two of you attempting to catch your breath.
"Negan.." you whispered in shock.
"Are you sure...?" You asked before he took the pill that was thrown on the table and got compeltely rid of it. Never had Negan been so sure with what he wanted and he was sure he wanted it with you.
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The One Where [Y/N] [L/N] Can't Show Up To Her Toxic Family Dinner Alone, So She Turns To Her College Peer For Help.
Edited: 12-4-2020
Once your college professor dismissed the class as over you were quick to open your phone and check your messages. Once unmuted, it vibrated and chimed a dozen times bombarding you. Messages from your mother overflowed your notification bar. You just didn't have the energy to deal with it right now. With a scowl, you set your phone back to mute mode and harshly shoved it into your backpack.
"Everything all right?"
Your chemistry partner was pilling books back into his backpack when he asked you the imposing question. He zipped the bag close, stood up, and turned to you, giving you a concerned look as he slung his backpack on his shoulder.
"I'm fine."
"We've been partners for nearly a year, I think I know you enough to know when you're not fine."
Your eyes glanced up at the white-haired man before glancing back at your lap. Your chemistry partner, Natsuo Todoroki, was a nice young man. Natsuo was funny and kind, he noticed when you were having a bad day, and he'd try to ease your troubles. Maybe that was why you often found yourself studying your partner more than your notes. Normally you'd relish under the gaze and attention of your charming, pretty partner, but today wasn't just one of those days.
"It's stupid. Like, really stupid, and unimportant."
"If it's bothering you then it's not stupid. C'mon, I'll buy you lunch and you can tell me all about your problem."
You huffed as you stood up and pulled your bag over your shoulder. You followed Natsuo to the cafeteria, while he walked off to get and pay for your lunches, you found some empty seats. Your leg bounced as you waited for him to come back. The idea of opening up about something so personal made you anxious.
"It's Soba Saturday."
"Thanks."
Natsuo took a seat across from you and smiled as you took a bite out of the food. Happy that you were happy with your food, Natsou digs into his own.
"So partner' what's up?"
"As I said, it's really, really, stupid."
"You're obviously worked up over it, it can't be that stupid."
You let out a ragged sigh as you took a delicate bite out of your food. Embarrassed, your eyes avoided him once you swallowed and set the fork down. Natsuo had shared so much with you as a friend and confidant, you knew about his family, every nitty-gritty detail, but you opened so little in return.
"My mom texted me asking if I was bringing a date home for Christmas. My parents... They're pretentious and rich, you know? Marrying, and settling down, becoming a house mouse while my husband takes over the family business. That's the future they want for me."
You clenched your fists just getting aggravated thinking about it. The toxicity was hard and you were trying your best to escape it, but you could only flee so much when you were poor without your parents. Natsuo reached across the table and grabbed your hands, pulling them into his cold ones.
"I know if I show up alone my mom's gonna get in my business, then she'll try setting me up with rich men she thinks are suitable. I just- I can't do another family Christmas alone."
"I understand what you mean. I told you how my dad's a bastard, he's tried setting me and my sister up with suitable people before, never works out, just makes us hate him. I don't even wanna go home for Christmas this year, so... I have a proposition."
"I'd love to hear it."
"I'll go with you."
His voice came out quick and fast, almost making him sound nervous, but Natsuo didn't get nervous, it wasn't a Todoroki trait. You look up from your lap to his eyes. A small smile formed on your face as he proposed the statement. You let out a chuckle as a light blush brushed your face.
"You wanna be my date?"
"We don't have to go like that, we can fake date. Think about it, you need a rich, suitable guy to show up with you. You need me. Someone to convince your pretentious parents you're ready to settle down, and, I, can get out of my own family Christmas and obligations to see the bastard man."
"Fake dating... Fake dating and convincing my parents that we're in love. That's a lot to deal with, you're sure your up for it?"
"Yeah, you might say... We already have some chemistry together."
You laughed as that feeling bubbled up in your chest. That feeling you got whenever you were around your partner, your lab partner. It was stupid, so stupid. The idea of fake dating him bubbled you, even if it was fake, the idea that he got to be your boyfriend for an evening or two excited you.
"Okay, you dork, it's settled. You're my fake boyfriend."
Your leg bounced rigorously as the car drove on the road. You watched the road signs, anxiously noting how far away from your home you were each time a new one appeared. You lived a couple of hours out from the city you and Natsuo attended college in. Coming from a rich family, you and Natsuo probably would've attended the same social circles and school had you not grew up so far away.
Your thumb tapped away at your leg as Christmas music blared through the radio. Your whole body screamed anxious and distressed. Now that you've had time to brew and process the deal you and Natsuo made you regretted it. What were you thinking, taking your lab partner, who was also your crush, on an overnight trip as your fake boyfriend? It was just going to cause you trouble.
You had feelings for him and your family was toxic. The idea of letting him in was disturbing. It was your home where you grew up, the place you learned to hate yourself, the place that taught you to be closed off, and mean. He'll meet your mom, your dad, and your godawful siblings. He'll see how horrible your family is, and the idea of letting him see the environment you grew up in was so daunting.
What if he decided you were awful too? What if he changes lab partners?
"We're here."
"Great."
Your voice came out placid and tight. Your nervousness and exhaustion could be heard in your voice. Emotions brought out every time you saw your family, he mistook it as nerves brought on by the fear of fake dating.
"We should probably lie down some rules."
"Yeah, I've never fake dated before. I don’t know what you're uncomfortable with, but no kissing on the lips."
Natsuo pulled his keys out of the engine ignition and pocketed them while he lightly laughed at your proposed rule. Heat rose to your cheeks as his voice met your ears.
"We're supposed to convince them we're in love, but I can't kiss your lips?"
"I know it's silly, but to me it's romantic and I’d like to keep this professional. Besides, you still have my cheek, hand, nose, and forehead."
“I see your points, if it makes you feel more comfortable then lips are off-limits.”
You let out a relieved sigh. You weren't sure you'd handle kissing Natsuo. It was too personal, too romantic. The more you progressed on this endeavor the more you worried. Your parents were gonna know, they were gonna know.
"No kissing your lips, what about hand-holding?"
"We can hold hands, hug, anything a couple would do, just no sex or kissing."
"Two days, as a handholding loving boyfriend. Let's do this."
Natsuo got out of the car and while you zipped up your coat and fixed your scarf he rushed to the other side of the car and opened your door before you got the chance. His cold hand was on your hand pulling you out of the car, he smiled softly at you as he helped you out.
“Thanks, you didn't have to do that.”
“I wanted to, I'm your boyfriend after all.”
You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear as a light blush spread across your skin. Never had you been more thankful for the cold air for you had been able to play your pink cheeks off as an effect of the cold weather and not his words.
“You go in, I’ll get our bag.”
“You sure?”
You nibbled on your lip as Natsuo walked away from you. He turned to you with an ever-growing smile present as he winked.
“Yeah, I'm a good boyfriend aren't I?”
“The sweetest ever. See you inside.”
You made your way to the door and gave the heavy wooden door a hard knock. It wasn't long until one of the servants opened the door. The head butler, Godwin, opened the door and threw you a gracious smile before pulling you into a hug.
“Welcome back, [Y/N].”
In your time living here as a child, Godwin spent a lot of time with you. It was his job to watch over you and your siblings along with the other staff members when your parents were gone, which was often. He was the one who taught you to be kinder and nicer, more humble than your other siblings. He was the one who encouraged you to go to college despite your parents raising you to live in a world with their racist, sexist ideals.
“It’s good to see you, Godwin.”
Your mother came down the stairs with her overly expensive Christmas dress flowing with her. She looked like the average rich person trying to show off her money. Pearls, diamonds, and obvious plastic surgery. Your father followed behind her, adorning an expensive tailored suit and a matching tie, no doubt your mother's idea to make it seem like they had a perfect marriage to their guests when it, in fact, was not.
“Oh, [F/N], you're here!”
She walked up to you and awkwardly wrapped her arms around your body. It was weird and awkward. Your mother didn't like giving affection out to her children, or really anyone. Now that you were older, you didn't crave the attention from her. Your father didn't even attempt to greet you.
“I thought you said you were bringing a guest, Oh I knew you were lying. Lucky for you I thought ahead and arranged for one of your father's friends to come over as your date for the evening.”
“Mother, anyone friends with father is going to be way too old to be a date for me, besides that fact, I did bring a date.”
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed to ask your mother for help, I did give birth to you after all.”
She sneered her words at you. This was a classical move of your mothers because she gave birth to you then that must mean she knows you better than anyone else, she also used it in the stance that you owed it to her to do what she wanted.
“You’ll love him. He's the owner of a multimillion-dollar company, he's rich, and his wife just died! You’ve been single for so long, you need a man to take care of you”-
Your mother is cut off by the sound of Natsuo walking in with your bag and slamming the door shut, trying to keep the cold out. Considering it was an overnight trip, you thought sharing a bag might make you look more intimate and close.
“Sorry I took so long babe, I didn't zip the bag all the way closed and it opened on the ride here, I had to put everything back in it.”
“Mother, father, this is my boyfriend.”
Natsuo dropped your bag on the floor and shook your parent's hands starting with your father, and then your mother next, respectfully the way you shook hands with the rich. You supposed growing up as a Todoroki he had to learn these tricks and rules the same way you did.
“Natsuo Todoroki, nice to meet you, sir, ma’am.”
“Oh wow, Todoroki? Like the hero family Todoroki?”
“Yes, ma’am... Endeavor is my father.”
You could tell by Natsuo's stance that he was uncomfortable with the way your mother was asking about his social status and checking him out with a tight fake smile on her face.
“Yes, I remember now, I saw your family on the news. How did you snag this one [Y/N]? A Todoroki, I'm impressed, then again... He is the brother who chose not to follow the life of a hero.”
You both ignored your mother's catty comment as Natsuo grabbed your hand and pulled you against his side. He kissed your cheek, eliciting a light blush for the second time that day, however, your mother's focus was on your 'boyfriend', and his focus was on your mother.
“Feels more like I'm the one who snagged her.”
“Well, you must tell us how you met. Goodwin! Take their bag up to [Y/N]'s room!”
You rolled your eyes as she yells at the butler. You'd think after years of working for her she would've remembered his name, but she didn't.
“Godwin, we can take our bag up, we need to change into our dress clothes anyway. Mother, you really should remember the names of your staff.”
“They're just the help, details like their names don't matter. Ever since you went off to that school it's put silly ideas in your head. Natsuo don't be afraid to remind her who's boss, she might try to force those ridiculous relationship norms on you.”
The comment comes from your father who had been mostly silent throughout the whole conversation. The comment comes from your father and it didn't sit well with Natsuo. As your father laughs at what he said, Natsuo picks your bag up and chuckles at him.
“Oh, [Y/N] and I both know who the boss of this relationship is. [Y/N] attends more classes than me, so I always make sure the apartment is clean, and food is ready on the table for her. It's only fair, I wouldn't want her to think these ridiculous relationship norms where the woman cooks and cleans and the man provides is right.”
Before your father gets another word in edgewise, Natsuo pulls you along with him to the staircase, letting you guide him to your bedroom with appeased smiles on your faces. You pushed the door open and let Natsuo in before closing it and locking it. You flopped over on the bed, and he followed suit before taking a look at your room. It was the same as always, the way you left it after high school, never changing except for when little things got moved around for dusting and vacuuming by Godwin.
“So... What'd you think of my parents?”
“They’re... interesting?”
There were a wide variety of choice words Natsuo wanted to use. He did not like your parents, and it bothered him knowing that you grew up being raised with such ideals. Natsuo might have had a bastard for a father, his father might have hurt his mom, and his family in more ways than one, but his father never once told Fuyumi that she couldn't pursue her dreams. He never once told Fuyumi that she had to follow old gender norms, never once was Fuyumi taught to layover for a man.
"It's okay, you can say it. They're good awful."
"I didn't want to upset you or offend, but my father literally drove my mom insane, he gave her a mental illness and he's nice compared to them."
"Just wait until you meet my siblings."
You let out a laugh as your fingers played with the blanket on the bed. Your hands were so close. It was sweet to him, the sound of your voice. He'd never admit out loud, but he was so in love with you. Ever since he first laid eyes on you in chemistry class. Ever since you sat down next to him and introduced yourself, ever since you accidentally blew up your first experiment. Ever since you kept apologising for catching him on fire, you hadn't a clue who he was, or who his father was. You were normal with him. Every little thing you did lead up to his feelings for you. Every little thing you did added to the strong feelings had had, like a brick house.
To the naked eye, Natsuo was a desirable man. He was rich, filthy rich, and he had that Todoroki charm. Everyone wanted him for his status or his looks. They didn't know him, the real him, him with an abusive father and fucked up family. For all those reasons, Natsuo always thought that you wouldn't want to be with a boy like him. Someone who came from such a broken background, someone so weak, unable to stand up to his father. Guys like him never got the girl, at least not the girl that he wanted but Natsuo also never imagined that you came from a background similar to his. It was so ethereal and special to be here with you, to be the one you were opening up to, even if it was a fake relationship, Natsuo was trying desperately to shoot his shot.
"You're so strong, you know that? Your parents raised you with these unrealistic standards on how you should act, but you're in college, you're pursuing your dreams. You're amazing."
Natsuo's hand reached out and grabbed yours, his cold one in yours soliciting goosebumps and a little shiver. You quickly tried to pull your and out of his and stood up to make it look like you weren't trying to avoid skin contact with him.
"Thanks, Natsuo... You're amazing too, I mean hello, they way you subtly told my father to shove his marriage ideals? It was hilarious, he was not expecting that."
You looked away from Natsou to hide the blush in your cheeks, you were thankful for the way he stood up to your father for you. You could never have done that in a million years.
"Anyway, we should probably get dressed, and go down before my mother thinks we've started having sex. You can get dressed in here and I'll go to the bathroom, just knock when it's safe for me to come out."
You grabbed your dress out of the bag and scurried into the bathroom. You started with makeup, then you reapplied your deodorant. You were so nervous that your family would see right through your lie. After taking a few deep breaths you heard Natsuo's knock so you quickly unzipped your silk, baby blue dress and pulled it up to your body. Nervously, you popped your head out the door and bit your lip.
"Can you... Can you zip me up?"
"Sure!"
You let the door open more and pulled the front of your dress tight against your body, worried and nervous to be partially naked in front of him. Natsuo sauntered into the bathroom and zipped the back of your dress up. His cold hands glide up your back and then fell down on your hips. It made you shiver again before throwing him a grateful smile.
"Thanks."
"No problem, you look beautiful."
You looked in the mirror at the two of you together. This time as the blush rose to your cheeks you didn't have the cold to blame or the ability to turn around and hide your face.
"Ready to meet the rest of the snake nest?"
"I survived your parents, I think I can handle your siblings."
Arm in arm looped together you made your way downstairs and into the entertainment room with Natsuo. Your siblings were sitting on the couch, but once you walked in their eyes struck you. They heard you brought a date and they wanted to check him out. Their eyes glazed over him some of them in interest, some in disinterest. All judging.
"I heard you brought a boy, didn't believe it."
The comment comes from your older sister. Her voice was full of disdain and disinterest, undoubtedly ready to leave.
"Yeah, mother said you brought a boy, didn't think he'd be so hot."
Natsou coughs uncomfortably as you showed a tight, fake smile to your sister. You couldn't lie, it hurt that your younger sister would so blatantly flirt with your boyfriend upon meeting him, whether he be fake or not.
"Don't be such a slut, [Sisters Name]. That's your sister's boyfriend."
Your older brother scolded his youngest sister for her lustful behavior and she rolls her eyes before she crosses her arms in a pout. Your brother was the nicest out of all your siblings. He was nice to you and your siblings in his own way, protective of his younger siblings, constantly scolding and trying to keep you all in place. That didn't mean he couldn't be a snake, he could just tolerate you and your siblings more.
"Besides, he's not all that hot."
"Oh he totally is, it's seriously a wonder how [Y/N] got him."
You brought Natsuo over to the couch and sat down next to him. You even made sure to sit close to him, close enough so you could lean into each other like a cute couple.
"I think I prefer your parents."
His words whispered in your ear earning a light chuckle from you. Your sister, the younger one, evidently didn't like how close you both were. With a harsh glare, she rolled her eyes again.
"How did you even meet? Seriously, I wanna know why he would downgrade to someone like you."
Natsuo scratched the back of his head awkwardly and nervously He didn't understand why your siblings were so mean to you. His father was a bastard, that closed you off, that he could get. Despite that, he and his siblings never put each other down like they were doing.
"More like she downgraded to me. We met in school, lab partners. She had all the boys chasing for her in school, but somehow she chose me."
Your sister scoffed and this time you rolled your eyes. She always gave you such shit over the littlest things. You didn't have the energy for this, at least not sober. You whispered into Natsuo's ear softly.
"I need a drink, you want one? We'll need it to get through the evening."
"If your alcohol mixing skills are anything like your chemistry mixing skills, then no."
"Meanie, I'm a great chemist, I practically carry our grade."
Natsuo chuckled against your cheek, before pulling back and kissing it. Again, a blush adorned your cheek with no way to hide it. It was brief and quick, but his cold lips ghosted against your cheek. All you could do was abruptly stand up with a smile on your face.
"I'm gonna go find an alcoholic beverage. I'll be right back, play nice with him."
Natsuo watched helplessly as you walked off into the distance. He sat there quietly, patiently waiting for you to come back. Natsuo was such a cool, calm collected guy, but alone with your siblings, he felt nervous. Seeing the way they acted with you gave him a bad impression of them, but he has to play nice because he was your boyfriend.
"You know, an alcoholic drink does sound great."
Your older sister stood up from the couch and walked off in the same direction as you did, the kitchen presumably, to make herself a drink as well. Soon, your brother left the room as well, your little sister bit her lip as she watched your brother walk off in the direction of the bathroom. She was quick to stand and in the place you once held occupied.
"My sister said play nice, but I'd rather play rough."
She slid her hand over his thigh and inched it closer to his crotch while she smiled up at him, nibbling on her lip.
"What are you doing? I'm here with your sister, I'm her boyfriend."
"Ugh, what do you even see in her? She's not even pretty."
Before Natsou could reply, before he could defend you, your sister climbed across his lip and planted her lips against his. He wasn't kissing her back, but with her on top of him, her pressing her face against his, and her fingers deeply gripping his clothes it was difficult to get her off of him. He wasn't kissing back, he was trying to push her off but as you walked up with two margaritas in hand all you saw was your fake boyfriend kissing your sister.
It hurt. It shouldn't have, but it hurt. He wasn't yours, not really. He was just your lap partner, your friend. He wasn't your boyfriend, you were just fake dating. He wasn't yours. He wasn't yours, but it hurt to see your sister all over him. He wasn't yours, but for the night he was supposed to be. He wasn't yours but for the sake of your lie you did what any girl would do after finding her boyfriend cheating on her: You dumped your margarita down the skank.
"[Brothers Name] is right, you are a slut! And you- you-"
As your sister pulled herself off of Natsuo she looked up at you shocked with alcohol dripping down her body, you ignored her and turned your attention to Natsou. Your eyes were blurry but you had to will yourself not to cry.
"I don't need you here. You can just leave."
You didn't wait for Natsou to get up and leaves nor did you want for him to talk and explain anything to you. You simply took off in the direction of your bedroom, slamming the door behind you. Natsuo quickly jumped up on his feet and took off in the direction of your bedroom. He didn't knock, he didn't wait for permission, he just busted in and ran over to you.
"If you want to make out with my sister, that's fine. I get it, she's pretty, she's hot, she's better than me. She's everything you'd want, but you were supposed to be here with me! You were supposed to be here as my boyfriend! My parents were supposed to think we're in love. You were supposed to be mine, I don't care if it's fake, you cheated with my sister!"
The tears were leaking down your cheeks as you yelled at him. No words could pass Natsuo's lips, no matter how hard he tried. They couldn't. Seeing your tears, a product of him hurt. It hurt. He hurt you. He was trying his best to shoot his shot, he was trying to subtly woo you.
"Your sister came on to me, I tried pushing her away. She's really is a snake, you said it yourself!"
You still sniffled as you nodded at him. He was right, you had said that. He was right, she is a snake and this is exactly what she would do just to screw with your life.
"I'm sorry, your right. I shouldn't have acted like that, you're not actually mine. Natsuo, I do need you, I need you here."
"What if I wanted you to really be mine?"
You sniffling stopped as Natsuo took closer steps to you. He placed his hands on your cheeks and pulled your lips against his. This was different from earlier. The kiss wasn't quick, it was long. It was long and passionate, yet cold. Despite your shivers, you found yourself leaning into him, into the kiss.
"You- You can't do that, it's against the rules."
"Screw the rules. I just- I wish you needed me every night of the year, not just Christmas."
Natsuo ran his hands through his hair nervously. He thought speaking against your father and defending you against your sister was enough to get his point across. This idea of verbally speaking it, it scared him. This was uncharted territory for him.
"I want you [Y/N]. I want you every day of the year. I want to kiss you on the lips, I want to hold hands, I want dates and hugs. I want more than chemistry class and Christmas gatherings."
"Then you can have me! Have me every day of the year. Be mine, every day of the year. Take me on a date, hold my hand, kiss my lips!"
Natsuo pulled you against him and your face collided with his chest. You buried your face in his chest as your arms wrapped around his body and a smile formed.
"Let's not fake date, be my actual girlfriend."
You leaned up and left a quick chaste kiss on Natsuo's lips with a smile.
"I don't want anyone else to be my actual boyfriend, I suppose you might say we chemistry."
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Begin Again Part 3 (A, S, F)
Word count 7k
Idol!Jongho x Fem!Reader, Best friend!Hongjoong. Reader has serious body confidence issues due to an emotionally abusive past relationship but Jongho helps her recover. Y/N is struggling with the anxiety of being intimate due to feeling exposed because she still can’t imagine anyone finding her physically attractive.
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, both emotional and psychological, body shaming, anxiety issues. Oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex but reader is on oral contraception, very slight mention of manhandling and strength kink. Smut from the very beginning. In fact, most of this chapter is about Jongho and Y/N’s first time together.
Authour’s note: Reader is overweight but not as massive as she thinks she is. She has been conditioned through psychological abuse to believe she is very fat and unattractive. This is not intended to be the kind of story where reader becomes thin and is then happy and gets male attention (although, due to reader’s warped sense of self she does equate being thin with being happy). Even after losing some weight (for her own health and happiness) she is still somewhat overweight and curvy but the more important part is that she gets her confidence back and that is what makes her happier and more attractive.
Part 1 Part 2
Posted 9th February 2021
Soft moans left you as Jongho kissed your neck, biting lightly then swiping his tongue over the delicate skin where he'd just bitten. You were laying on his bed where you had been watching a film until Jongho's gentle touches turned into something more.
It had been months now since you had officially begun dating, after that night at the club. At the coffee shop you'd almost convinced yourself that he probably confessed because he'd been drinking but he promised to convince you otherwise, having seen the doubt on your face. You'd gone to bed that night hoping you were wrong and, true to his word, Jongho turned up at your apartment the next day for a real date.
Despite it having been months - and Jongho being the most amazing boyfriend - you'd not gone much further than kissing. Sometimes he would touch your chest over your clothes but you were still too insecure to be undressed in front of him. It wasn't that you didn't want to go further because you really, really did. Jongho's lips drove you crazy but something in your head just wasn't letting you progress in your relationship.
You sighed, frustrated, and Jongho pulled away to look at you.
"Y/N...it's fine. I told you I'll wait as long as you need. You don't need to rush this if you're not ready."
"I'm sorry, Jongho, you know I want to...I just...I can't get past this insecurity. It's like my brain can't accept that you'll still like me once you see me with my clothes off. I still can't see why you like me even with them on."
Your boyfriend looked at you sadly, his shoulders dropping slightly. It hurt him how you still thought of yourself.
"Y/N, you are so beautiful and one day I'm going to show you just how beautiful I think you are."
Despite him saying this kind of thing to you often, he could see that the message still wasn't getting through and wondered if there was something else bothering you.
"You know you're safe with me, right?" He said seriously.
"Of course, I do! It's not that."
Jongho was nothing like your ex but the damage he'd done meant that you were still having trouble trusting your new boyfriend. You trusted him to treat you well and be the wonderful person that he was...you just didn't trust that he'd still want you once you were naked in front of him. You genuinely worried that once he saw you like that he'd be disgusted and change his mind.
"Why don't we wind back the film and catch up on what we missed?" Jongho suggested.
He could see you were deep in thought but it didn't look like you were going to elaborate on your reply.
"Okay."
You gave him a small smile but it didn't reach your eyes. You watched the film distractedly, too busy hating yourself for not being able to move on from your past and feeling like a massive let down to Jongho.
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Some weeks later you were in the same situation except in your apartment now, Jongho on your comfy sofa with you sitting on his lap, facing him. When he first asked you'd resisted, sure your weight would make him too uncomfortable but when you voiced your concerns he'd cheekily replied with a wink,
"There's only one place you're making me uncomfortable."
Now you were straddling his lap you loved it. You could feel his strong thighs beneath you and his large hands on your hips. Your boyfriend's tongue explored your mouth once again and every now and then he would nibble on your bottom lip, eliciting quiet moans from you.
As he moved his lips along your jawline and down the soft skin of your neck, you started to feel that familiar tingling in your core and couldn't help but to grind against his crotch. His jeans were tight against the large bulge there and you smiled to yourself thinking back to his comment about you making him uncomfortable. You continued to grind against him and a louder moan slipped past your lips at the friction you felt.
Jongho took this as a positive sign and slowly moved his hands underneath the floaty top you were wearing. He always moved slowly so he could guage your reaction before going too far for you. You froze before quickly gathering yourself and pulling your top back down - the dark blonde man's hands already gone having felt you tense up.
Looking away from him you mumbled the apology you'd become used to giving and earning the usual sad look from Jongho because he kept telling you, you don't have to apologise for how you feel. Gently he moved you off his lap and onto the seat next to him but took your hands in his.
"Y/N...I'm not trying to rush you, I just really want to show you how beautiful I think you are...and how much I want you."
He sounded so sincere it made you feel even worse. You didn't want him to feel bad when he'd done nothing wrong.
"I know and I'm sorry. You're not making me feel pressured at all and I do want to do this but I can't get over the fear that you won't want me once you really see me."
"What do you mean?"
A confused look crossed Jongho's face as he waited for you to elaborate. You thought for a moment, trying to frame the words.
"Well...once you see what I look like underneath all this..." you said feebly gesturing to your clothes, "you won't want me anymore. I'll disgust you."
Jongho managed to look both astonished and incredulous at the same time.
"That's really what you think? That I'm so shallow I'd change my mind over your appearance?"
You looked away because the look he gave you now just made you feel ashamed.
"Haven't I told you enough times how beautiful I think you are?"
"I know I look better now I've lost some weight but - "
He let go of your hands suddenly and you felt the weight of your mistake in his absence.
"Don't you dare imply I only like you because you lost weight!"
He'd never got upset with you before but the hurt and anger in his voice was unmistakable.
You looked up cautiously not wanting to see the hurt in his eyes.
"The first time I saw you I thought you were the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen - that's why I was so shy around you. I couldn't have cared less what size you were. When you mentioned losing weight I saw that as my chance to get to know you alone. I didn't think you needed to change, I just wanted to spend time with you."
"Jongho, I - "
"You know, I don't have any problem waiting until you're ready and feel comfortable but what really hurts is that you think I could be anything like him."
The disdain in Jongho's tone as he mentioned your emotionally abusive ex was so obvious it made the vast difference between them strike you even more. They were polar opposites so why were you treating Jongho like he could be similar in any way? You sat, quietly ashamed while he continued.
"I think you look amazing but you are so much more to me than what you look like. How could you think I'd only care about that? Is that the kind of person you think I am?"
You looked up at your boyfriend without an answer. It was impossible to escape that you'd really hurt him but you didn't know how to make it better. You'd let your insecurities cloud your mind to the kind of man he was. It was him who was amazing and you'd made him feel like you didn't trust him at all.
"I'm sorry, Jongho...I just..."
You didn't have any other words so you just looked down at your hands while you wrung them unconsciously.
"I know your past treatment has really damaged how you feel about yourself...but I thought you knew I was better than that."
He paused just long enough to collect his keys and wallet before adding,
"I'm going to head home. I'll see you later."
You felt helpless to stop him as he walked out the door and quietly shut it behind him. The fact he'd shut it quietly was more like a slap in the face than if he'd slammed it - it showed how much more hurt he was than angry.
Tears bagan falling down your face as you sat motionless on the sofa. Jongho was so patient and understanding and you'd just stomped all over that. It was enough that your past was still hurting you; you couldn't allow it to hurt him, too.
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"Joong?"
"Hmm?"
"I don't know what to do."
"About what?"
It was Friday night, your weekly movie night with Hongjoong and your bright red-haired best friend was sitting beside you on the couch engrossed in the film you were supposed to be watching but you were having trouble concentrating. All you could think of was the last time you'd seen Jongho and how hurt he'd looked.
"I really hurt Jongho and I don't know how to make it better. Has he said anything to you."
"No, he doesn't really confide in any of us about personal stuff. What happened?"
You cleared your throat as Hongjoong looked at you, expectant.
"Well, we haven't been...intimate yet..."
You trailed off as the male's eyes widened slightly as he realised where the conversation was going. You looked away, somewhat embarrassed. You'd talked to Joong about sex before but not about your own sex-life - or lack-thereof.
"Oh. Right. Well, now I think about it I know you guys weren't doing anything at the dorm but I guess I just assumed you were doing it here at your place. Not that I really thought about it."
He quickly added the last part and you laughed despite your unease.
"Can I ask what that has to do with hurting him?"
You shifted uncomfortably because you knew it was unfair to have let your past affect how you thought of Jongho and you didn't want Hongjoong to judge you.
"It's not that I think he'd be nasty or anything...I'm just so scared that he won't feel the same about me once he sees me...naked."
Hongjoong fixed you with a look that somehow managed to both sympathise and disapprove at the same time.
"Y/N, Jongho isn't like that. You know he's not."
You looked down at your hands, feeling a bit ashamed of yourself.
"I do know but I can't seem to let go of the fear that he'll realise I'm not good enough."
You best friend sighed and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side.
"I do understand why you can't; your ex spent everyday making you feel worthless. But..." He shifted so he was looking you in the eye,
"I don't think you'll ever overcome it until you take that leap. Until you do it and see that you were worrying for nothing, that fear will just eat away at you. You've made so much progress with your confidence lately so I know you can do this."
"Believe me I want to." You said earnestly. "He's so fucking hot I just want to -"
"Hey!" Hongjoong startled you with a shout, "I do not want to know what you want to do to him. He's like my baby brother, I can't think of him doing that shit."
"Ah, yeah. Sorry."
"Seriously, though, Jongho really likes you and I can't imagine anything will change his mind. He doesn't vocalise his emotions much but I've seen the way he looks at you when he thinks we can't see. He adores you. He has done since he first saw you."
You were resolved now. He was right, it would never get better if you didn't take a chance. You were supposed to be seeing Jongho tomorrow night so you wouldn't have long to wait.
"You're right, Joong. Thank you. I'm just going to have to go for it."
"Well, look at it this way...if you saw Jongho naked and he's not...uh...as big as you imagined, would it change how you felt about him?"
You rolled your eyes.
"Of course not. To be honest, though," You lowered your voice slightly, "from what I've felt I don't think that will be a prob-"
"Stop it!" Hongjoong looked horrified but you couldn't help but laugh.
"Sorry, Joong. You did bring it up though."
********
The next day you decided to do everything you could to make yourself feel attractive and desirable; you waxed, shaved your legs, put on your best perfume and make up. When it came to clothes you didn't go all out as it was just a night in with Jongho but, earlier that day, you did spend some time shopping for a new matching bra and panties set. You didn't want to go slutty (yet) as it was going to be your first time with him but you still wanted it to be sexy. In the end you went for a pink with sexy lace detailing and cute, little bows. You weren't really sure what Jongho liked yet but you thought a bit of sexy and bit of cute would cover all bases.
You'd probably overthought all of it because you knew Jongho wasn't like your ex and he wouldn't be cruel but, in the back of your mind, you still had that fear that you would disgust him. It's what you'd come to think anyone would feel upon seeing you like that. You knew he was entitled to be upset with you when you voiced those fears to him, though, because it implied he was shallow. Thinking that he might care more about what size you were belittled his feelings for you.
You knew those feelings were there in everything he did. Hongjoong was right, Jongho didn't voice his emotions much but you could see how he felt about you in how caring he was. Often asking if you're feeling ok, making sure you're happy, making you laugh. He wasn't one for a lot of physical affection but he'd always wind his arm around you when out walking. If you were just watching tv he'd hold your hand or pull you in to his side. He seemed especially aware of when you were anxious like he was attuned to your emotions. He wasn't obvious about it but he would just take your hand and rub soothing circles over your skin with his thumb until you felt calmer.
When you really thought about just what an amazing boyfriend Jongho was, you could hardly believe you let your fear of rejection marr your relationship with him. You had to overcome it, though, because Jongho was just too precious to lose. You hadn't fully acknowledged it yet but you knew you were in love with him. Hopefully he felt the same about you.
The evening came and you and Jongho were watching a Netflix show you'd recently gotten in to, however, he could see that you weren't really concentrating. Observant of you, as always, he noticed your fidgeting hands and took them in his to calm you.
"What's wrong, Baby?"
What were you to say? 'I want to fuck you tonight but I'm not sure how to start things off’? You were never the one to start anything physical between the two of you, given that the nasty part of your brain loved to remind you that you might not be wanted.
"Nothing...I just wanted to do something but I'm not sure how to start."
That was a lie, really. You knew what to do, you just weren't sure how to summon up the courage.
A confused look flashed across your boyfriend's face at your very vague statement.
"What did you want to do?"
Summoning your courage you leant forward and pressed your lips to his. You felt his surprise for a second as he was always the initiator but it was only for a second - he eagerly returned the kiss from there on.
Jongho parted his lips slightly and swiped his tongue across your lower lip - an indication that he wanted to deepen it, to which you more than happily obliged.
As your tongues swirled around each other's you shifted on the couch to straddle his lap, just resting on his strong, thick thighs. This was another thing you'd never done, too worried your weight would be uncomfortable for him but you imagined if he was, he would let you know but he gave no sign of that. On the contrary, he seemed all too pleased to have you there, his hands grabbing your hips and pulling you further down into him.
As you continued to kiss you could feel the bulge in his jeans growing and gave an experimental thrust of your hips, earning a low moan from the man beneath you.
"Mmm, Baby what's gotten into you tonight?"
The way he looked up at you, his dark eyes curious but full of desire stirred a long-buried confidence from within you, resurrecting your dirtier side.
"Nothing...but I know what I'd like in me."
The best word to describe the look on Jongho's face was dumbstruck. This was absolutely not the kind of thing he expected to hear coming out of your mouth and, after taking a few seconds to recover, he cleared his throat.
"Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? You know I don't mind waiting until you're ready."
"I don't want to wait anymore. I want you."
Just then a horrible thought struck you - courtesy of the nasty part of your brain. What if he didn't mind waiting because he didn't like you that much?
"Unless you don't want to, of course."
Jongho rolled his eyes.
"Baby, I want to. So much. Just because I'm willing to wait until you're comfortable doesn't mean I'm not desperate to fuck you."
"Really?"
"You have no idea how much."
Feeling elated, you kissed him feverishly, your confidence renewed by his words. He returned the kiss just as enthusiastically, slipping his tongue in and making you go weak, like always.
You began grinding your hips against his clothed cock once more and Jongho moved his lips from your mouth to your neck, kissing along your smooth skin towards your shoulder, moving the fabric of your flimsy top and your bra strap aside when it got in his way. Both of you were getting pretty worked up at this point so he pulled away to whisper in your ear,
"Let's go into the bedroom."
A thrill of excitement ran through you at the meaning behind those words because, despite your insecurities about your body, you had fantasised about fucking Jongho for months now.
He led you into your bedroom by your hand - he hadn't been in here before as you'd never got to this point but, despite having not seen it, he didn't waste time looking around the room; his attention was solely on you as he headed straight for the bed. He sat you down on the side of your big bed and gently pushed you back - you got the hint and shuffled into the middle of your big bed with him following. You laid down and Jongho settled beside you, propping himself up on one arm and looking down at you, his eyes searched your face one last time for any signs you weren't sure about this. It wasn't your first time but it was your first time with him and the first time with anyone since your confidence and self-worth had become so damaged.
"Remember...if at any point you don't feel comfortable or change your mind...tell me and we can stop."
You placed your hands on either side of his face and smiled up at him - he was always thinking about you over himself. You didn't know how you'd got this lucky.
"I might not feel comfortable with myself but I am with you. I won't want to stop." You told him confidently and it was true; you knew he was going to look after you.
You pulled him down towards you so you could kiss him again - it had only been minutes since you last kissed but you needed his lips on yours again.
Jongho's soft lips pressed against yours gently at first but became more demanding as time went on and you kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm. The way your tongues swirled around each other felt somehow different this time - maybe because you both knew it was leading to more this time. Sometimes when you were kissing Jongho you felt you were both a bit reserved about it because you knew it wouldn't lead anywhere so why get yourselves that worked up? This time there was more passion, more desperation; you both wanted this so much. He wasn't rushing, though, he was taking his time and allowing you to feel comfortable before moving on to the next step.
Your boyfriend's lips left yours to travel down to your neck, kissing and sucking your delicate skin while you got your breath back from the long kissing session. While he did this, the hand that he had on the side of your neck slowly moved down your chest and under the flimsy top you wore. You couldn't help but tense up and he paused his hand's movement but you put your hand on top of his and moved it upwards, urging him to continue. As anxious as you were, you wanted him to carry on...to feel his hands on your body.
Jongho's fingers lightly ghosted over the part of your breast that wasn't covered by your bra and just this simple touch was enough to start the excitement building in you. You wanted more, you wanted to be free for him to touch your chest so you did the bravest thing you'd done in ages, you sat up and lifted your top right up over your head, throwing it somewhere on the floor. You felt exposed but Jongho smiled at you appreciatively. You didn't know but this reassured him in a big way. He was worried that, as he was always the one to initiate anything between you, he was pushing you forward quicker than you'd like but this small action let him know you wanted this, too, and that you trusted him to be exposed in front of him like this.
More confident now, the dark blonde straddled you on the bed and returned to kissing your neck, switching between soft kisses and licks to biting and sucking - wanting to mark you so everyone could see you were his. As he marked the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder a moan slipped past you at the sensation and you bit your hand to try and stifle it, embarrased at how easy it was for him to affect you like that.
"Don't." He said, gently pulling your hand away from your mouth, "I want to hear you. I want to hear how I'm making you feel."
You nodded and he went back to kissing you, slipping your bra straps off and moving down your chest, stopping to mark the top of one breast before reaching his hands behind to undo the clasp and removing the pretty bra completely. Instinctively your hands flew up to cover yourself but Jongho was quicker, grabbing your wrists and pinning them on each side of your head.
"What do you think you're doing?" He asked with a small smile on his face. "I want to be able to see my beautiful girlfriend's body."
You couldn't deny him, not when he was looking at you so sincerely. Like he really did think you were something worth looking at.
"I'm going to let go of you now and you are not going to cover yourself up." The authoritative tone in his voice only added to your arousal but he really made you shiver when he brought one of your hands up to his head and said lowly,
"If you really need to do something with your hands you can play with my hair. I like it."
Your fingers trailed through Jongho's soft hair as he leaned down and brushed his lips against your breast...almost at your nipple but just teasing around it. Next he placed a kiss on the hardened bud, softly but just enough to excite you and have your core clenching around nothing. When he finally latched on to your nipple and sucked hard a thrill shot straight to your core and you pulled on his hair, earning a low groan from him.
He continued sucking and nibbling while he pinched and twisted your other nipple, switching sides every now and then and really working you up. If he was trying to excite you so much that you started to forget about your insecurities, then it was working. You didn't even tense up as he began to kiss down your stomach, undoing your jeans as he went. It would be a lie to say your worries weren't still in the back of your mind but Jongho was making you feel so good, kissing everywhere - even the areas you thought were too big - like he wanted to love every single part of you.
Your head snapped up when he stopped and got up - anxieties all ready to bubble up to the surface - but he just smiled at you from the end of the bed as he pulled your jeans completely off and said,
"Don't worry, Baby...my mouth will be right back in a second."
You giggled and relaxed back as he discarded your jeans, watching him crawl back up the bed to you before kissing you passionately. You felt his gentle fingers stroke your folds over your panties and had a brief moment of embarassment upon realising he must be able to feel the dampness from how excited he'd already made you. It was only a brief moment, though, because the overriding feeling was an absolute desire for him to stop being gentle and slide his long fingers inside you already. There was no way he didn't know this because you began to squirm slightly and bring your legs together in an effort to get a little friction at least.
"Are you that impatient?" He whispered in your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin.
"I want you." You whimpered shyly; aware that he held all the power in this scenario but not minding one bit. If you had to define your temperament in bed, you would definitely be on the subby side.
"You can have whatever you want." He laughed affectionately, nibbling your earlobe before moving down to where you wanted him most.
Jongho slowly started to slide your damp panties down your legs and you felt like you just might explode. You were now wondering if he wasn't just going slow to make you feel more comfortable but instead wanted you to die from sexual frustration. You watched him impatiently as he finally took them off completely and he smirked. He was definitely teasing you and enjoying every minute of it.
His strong hands gripped your knees and parted your legs before positioning himself in between them but he wasn't done teasing yet. His soft lips ghosted over the delicate skin of your inner thighs right up to where they met your pussy. You could feel his breath tickle your folds as he hesitated, just admiring you and you whined loudly, partly because you felt too much on display but mostly because you needed some relief right now.
"Jongho!"
"Okay, okay. I'll stop teasing. Every single part of you is just so beautiful, even your pretty little pussy. I could just look at it all day"
You moaned again at his words and he dove straight in like he'd been waiting forever to do this, his hot tongue parting your wet folds and licking straight up from your core to your clit as his hands found their way around your thighs to pull you closer to him.
The moan that left you when his tongue finally touched you there was loud and erotic because he'd worked you up so much you'd become desperate for it - your clit so sensitive from anticipation that you imagined you'd cum embarrasingly quickly. In response to your obscene noises you felt the vibration of Jongho's low groan run through you - only adding to the sensations his tongue was providing.
As he lapped at your clit you couldn't help but grab his hair tightly, trying not to pull too hard but failing. He didn't seem to mind, though, he was getting more turned on by it if the grinding of his hips into the bed beneath him was anything to go by. Desperate for more you pulled him further in to you by his hair and he somehow knew what you wanted; he closed his lips around your clit and sucked hard. Another porn star-like moan escaped you; no one had ever made you feel quite this good before. He was almost taking your breath away with ther sheer pleasure his mouth was giving you.
Jongho's fingers dug in to your thighs as he pulled you impossibly close and alternated between licking and sucking but it was when he started to nibble at your clit that you came hard and loud, the waves of your orgasm flooding over you and drowning you in more pleasure than you'd ever felt before. It seemed to last forever as the dark blonde didn't stop, still lightly sucking to keep your high going. It wasn't until your legs were shaking and you were whimpering from overstimulation that he finally let go - not before a couple of kitten licks to your now unbearably sensitive bud.
Jongho crawled up the bed and reclined next to you, leaning on his elbow so he could look down at your blissfully fucked-out expression. He cupped your face with his hand and kissed your lips; you were still a little dazed but you enthusiastically kissed him back. His hand trailed to your breast, using his thumb to stroke your hard nipple and you squirmed a little as the feeling went straight back to your swollen clit. It was both excrutiating and incredibly pleasurable but too much for you to bear right now so you reluctantly took his hand and interlocked your fingers while you kissed instead.
Of course, he knew what you were doing and the smug look on his face confirmed that.
"Was it too much?" He inquired with fake innocence.
You shook your head and closed your eyes, still a little out of breath and he giggled at your still dazed state.
You laid quietly for a few moments, your boyfriend's hands stroking your skin, before deciding it was his turn. You got up and pulled on his shirt, indicating you wanted it off, he quickly complied and, once free of the clothing, you pushed him so he was laying flat on the bed. Straddling him you kissed his soft lips first, noting there was still a faint trace of you on them, before giving a little kitten lick to his top lip and moving down to his neck. As you kissed the skin around his collarbone he moaned lowly - clearly he enjoyed being kissed there as much as you did.
The noises coming from Jongho seemed to increase as you made your way down his toned chest and abs, running your warm hands over his smooth skin as you went. His body was so beautiful but, for once, you didn't feel inferior. The way he had treated you so far made you feel adored and even now, naked and exposed, he looked at you so appreciatively. The only thing you were feeling right now was amazement that someone this perfect could be yours.
As you reached the line of soft hair that went down from his belly button and disappeared into his jeans you felt excited to see what was underneath. You had a good idea that he was on the bigger side from the bulge you'd seen after some heated kissing sessions but you couldn't wait to see it for real so you started to unbutton his jeans. Jongho leaned up on his elbows, watching with anticipation as you unzipped him and took the waistband of his jeans and boxers in your hands. You looked up at him as you pulled them down, taking in his wide eyes and his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Part of you wanted to pay him back for the teasing while another wanted to draw out this moment of anticipation so you pulled down his clothing slowly, glancing up once or twice to see the slightly frustrated look cross his features. You smiled to yourself as you continued but the smile soon fell from your lips as you finally saw what Jongho had been hiding.
You felt your eyes widen as the smile dropped, your lips now open in awe. You knew he was going to be big but...fuck. Jongho wasn't just long, he was wide, too.
"Y/N?" His deep voice pulled you from your thoughts.
"Oh...uh...yeah?"
"You like what you're seeing?" He asked, looking more than a little smug.
"Yeah...but..."
"But what?" He teased.
"I just didn't expect you to be quite this...big."
Jongho giggled at your flustered expression. "You worried you're not gonna be able to take it all?" He said cockily.
"Oh no, I'm having it all." Your awe had faded and now you were getting excited again; you were desperate to see how he felt inside you.
Jongho groaned at your words and shimmied his jeans and boxers down past his hips while you took his length in your hand and slowly started to stroke up and down. He watched your hand moving as you gazed at him, not breaking eye contact as you lowered your head and gave his most sensitive spot a little lick. He groaned as you enveloped the head of his cock with your mouth, having to open wide to get it all in, then closed his eyes and threw his head back as you started to bob up and down.
His hands found their way to the back of your head - not pushing, just holding on as your head moved, intertwining his fingers with your hair. You could feel when he was getting more excited because his hand in your hair started to hold tighter, although it seemed like he was holding back slightly, trying not to hurt you.
You pulled off his dick, turning your attention to that most sensitive spot on the underside just under the head, flicking your tongue over it again and again. His hand in your hair shook slightly and he couldn't help but grab even tighter - you smiled and looked up at him teasingly. He almost growled but, surprisingly, pulled you off him completely. You didn't have time for your surprise to turn to worry, though, as he quickly said,
"If you carry on like that I'm gonna cum."
"That was sort of the point." You retorted playfully.
"I don't want to cum in your mouth just yet. Besides, tonight is for me to make you feel good and...show you how much I love you."
You heard the words but they didn't register fully as you were too busy worrying about him.
"But I want you to feel good, as well."
"Oh, I will," He replied confidently, "but I want to fuck you now and make you cum some more."
A shiver ran down your spine at his commanding tone. How could you refuse that kind of offer?
Jongho gently pushed you down so you were laying on your back, looking up at him in anticipation, the excitement was building inside you again. His strong hands spread your legs then placed himself in between them; he was looking at your pussy hungrily as it clenched around nothing but desperately wanting something to fill it. He leant forward and held himself over you with one hand while, with the other, he lightly started to stroke your wet folds with his fingertips. A shaky sigh left your lips and you closed your eyes, a little frustrated as your boyfriend seemed to be a master at teasing. You couldn't decide if you loved it or hated it because it drew the moment out and you knew it would feel a hundred times better once he finally entered you but god did you want his cock right now.
You opened your eyes again to see Jongho smirking down at you while he continued to stroke your folds - he was clearly loving the effect he had on you. You looked up at him with pleading eyes and he giggled but gave in to your unspoken request by sliding two fingers into your aching hole and curling them upwards to press on your sweet spot. You moaned loudly from the sudden relief - you were right...the teasing made it all the more rewarding now that he was touching you.
Your dark blonde boyfriend lowered his lips to yours and kissed you passionately, his tongue dancing with yours as you let him dominate the kiss. He pulled back slightly and sucked your bottom lip before gently nibbling it then pulling away completely. You chased after his lips, not wanting it to end so he gave in and kissed you some more, still sliding his fingers in and out of your wet hole.
When he pulled away again you let him because you knew there was much better to come and you wanted more than just his fingers inside you. Jongho knelt between your legs and replaced his fingers with his achingly hard member, sliding it up and down between your folds and collecting your juices to lubricate himself before lining up with your heated core. As he pushed his length inside you, you both groaned in unison. You could feel him going deeper and stretching your walls out as they hugged his cock tightly - you'd never been with anyone that big before and it felt exquisite.
"Shit, you're so tight." Jongho growled as he bottomed out in you.
"Maybe you're just - aah! - too big." You said playfully as he found your sweet spot again.
Now that he'd found the right spot, Jongho continued to thrust, hitting it every time. It was overwhelming and you could feel the tension building in you causing you to keep clenching around his cock even tighter. As he picked up his pace even more, Jongho grabbed your hips so he could fuck into you harder. He was gripping you so tight you imagined the bruises that would be there in the morning and it caused your orgasm to approach even faster - you'd always had a bit of a kink for being manhandled.
Soon enough the high crashed over you and you cried out wantonly while Jongho did his best to keep going but your walls were holding him so tight now he could barely move.
"Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good around my cock."
As your high ebbed away and you relaxed a little, Jongho began to fuck you again. Now your pussy was hyper sensitive you could feel every ridge and vein as he thrusted in and out and the lewd squelching noises of him fucking your own cum back into you. His harsh movements were causing your breasts to bounce and you had a tiny moment of embarrassment. You moved your arms to cover yourself again but instantly Jongho's strong hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them on either side of your head.
"I told you I wanna see you while I fuck you. Your tits look so beautiful bouncing as I slam my cock into you."
As if to confirm how much he liked it he bent his head down and took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. It felt so good you forgot all about being embarrassed and Jongho pinning you down while he fucked you was a bigger turn-on than you'd imagined. You hadn't told him but you loved how strong he was.
You could feel he was getting close to cumming by the way his hips began to stutter and his dick twitching inside you. You knew what you wanted but weren't sure if he wanted the same.
In a small voice you whispered, "Will you cum inside me?"
"God...I've been waiting so long for this. It was torture not being able to fuck you."
You took that as a yes.
Jongho's grunt increased as he neared and with a few more sloppy thrusts he came inside you, covering your tight walls in his creamy, white release.
He stayed inside you for a while, just getting his breath back. You gazed up at him wondering how he could be even hotter now that his hair was slightly sticking to his forehead with sweat.
Your boyfriend slowly pulled out of you and laid down beside you, drawing you into a hug and gently stroking your hair. It was quiet for a few minutes while you just enjoyed the sensation of being naked in his arms with nothing between you. Something was also playing on your mind, now that you remembered the words he spoke earlier but that you'd been to distracted to register at the time. After some time thinking you decided to just ask him.
"Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" He asked, bending his head down to kiss your hair.
"You said you wanted to show me how much you love me." Your voice was almost a whisper as the fear of being wrong gripped you but without a second's hesitation he replied,
"Of course I did. I love you. I know I haven't said it before tonight but it seemed like a good time to tell you."
You looked up at him, gazing back down at you with the most sincerity you'd ever seen in his beautiful, dark eyes.
"I love you, too, Jongho. I think I have done for months now."
"You are the most beautiful person in the world to me - inside and out. Don't ever forget that."
"How did I get so lucky to have you?"
"I am perfect, aren't I?" He joked. You rolled your eyes and playfully swatted at him.
"If you want to," he said, more serious now, "you can have me forever."
"Deal." You replied, snuggling back into his strong embrace.
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A Drunken Nightmare
An AU in which MC and Ethan slept together in Miami.(The morning after)
Probably the most smut I'll ever be able to write.
Warning: if you came here for smut you will be disappointed.
"A doctor who could make a difference in patient care"
"More then you already do?"
Salty air blew over the Celestial's front gate. Doctors that came to the conference were all drinking and dancing, without a care for the world. The loud dubstep beats roared from the speakers, people grinding eachother. All were there except two people.
All except a certain famous diagnostician and his rookie.
Casey Valentine and Ethan Ramsey were leaning against the railing of the balcony of their shared room, looking at Ethan's drunk colleagues rave though the night just beneath them. Casey was quietly observing an individual who had caught her eyes, a young male doctor probably a second year residency, he looked about her age. Young and energetic, he was talking to a woman and from the looks of it they both were flirting with each other. Casey had a humourless smile on her face, how lucky the doctor was, where as she was stuck in between a competition, half the interns hated her and some acted like she doesn't exist. Her own friends, Jackie and Landry were dead set on trying to take her no. 1 position. At least Elijah, Sienna and Bryce treated her like a human being.
Right beside her was the one and only Ethan Ramsey, the nightmare of interns, the cold man who keeps his emotions underground, the damn asshole who Casey was in love with.
Ethan's eyes subtly stared at Casey's curves, imaging how they would feel beneath his fingers. Of course she had to wear such a sinful dress which would only give him a teaser of what her curves were, but enough to get him exited.
If she she wasn't an intern, he would be tearing it down right now.
Ethan had to tear Casey away from the bar, or she would have drunk herself to death. The whole time while he was taking her back to their room, she was giggling and swaying back and forth. But she went quiet when they were inside.
"You're awfully quiet" Ethan stated, Casey looked at him, baffled "O-oh? Just thinking." She answered.
Ethan didn't bother asking what she was thinking about, he was frozen in place. It was the first time he looked at her properly after they returned to their room, her face was red and her mouth slightly parted, her eyes reflected the stars and her bangs were messy. But yet she looked so damn beautiful.
"What do you think Naveen would say if he knew at what levels we were going to get him treated?" She broke the silence.
"He would probably first laugh, and then say we are making fools of ourselves" He said giving her a half smile. "But if he survives this, it will all be worth it"
"What you did just then was very smart, we are finally making a big progress!" She said existedly. I love it when you make that face, Ethan thought. "You mean almost losing the team on the hands of a man who only cares about money?" He said staring into her eyes.
"No I didn't mean it like that!" She said flushed. Ethan smirked, he loved seeing the flustered look on her face.
"I know"
Both of them went quiet for a while, then he decided to break the silence, "What you saw tonight wasn't me, I don't gamble on anything".
He looked into her eyes," Medicine is a assembly of facts leading to a conclusion, once you know the rules and the disease you're working with, the risk should be minimal." He turned to face her."Your decisions are informed, and you choose the safest path. But that card game…I've never done anything like that before."
Casey turned and looked at him,"I don't know, it seemed like a pretty well-informed decision to me" she stated.
"Risking Naveen's treatment on a game? Having to hope I'd judged Declan's character enough to risk losing instead of using a winning hand?" He said furiously, "There were too many variables, I could have lost everything!"
"But you were right, your risk paid off" She smiled, he loved it when she smiled like that, it was when she was reassuring a patient that she will help them, and she damn well did.
"It did…and I'm only beginning to realise…" his eyes shined with desire.
"There are some things that are worth any risk"
Both of them looked at each other, and both knew what the other wanted.
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Casey groaned as sunlight interrupted her sleep, her whole body was hurting and for some reason her womanhood was hurting the most. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw the sun shining right outside of the glass wall that separated the bedroom from the balcony. She just had the best dream ever.
Ethan pushes her against the bedroom wall, his right knee between her legs. Their tongues desperately met, "Dr. Ramsey!" She gasped as she felt Ethan's hand opening the zip of her dress. "Ethan" he whispered in her ears and kissed on her neck, stoping momentarily to nibble on the sensitive spots.
Casey face heated up, even for a dream it felt too real. 'It would be better if It only was a dream' she thought.
As much as she hates to admit it, she can never be with Ethan. He was an attending, she was an intern. He was her boss, she was competing to be in his team. If they were a thing, his reputation would be affected she would be told that everything she 'achieved' was because she slept with her boss. Plus…
Ethan would never see her in that way.
To him she is a newbie, a nuisance, someone that likes to stick her head in other people's business.
Casey lay there quietly for a short while, then decided to get up. As soon as she pulled the cover away, a breeze chilled her bare chest. Casey flinched, wasn't she waring her dress from last night? Where'd it go?
Ethan's fingers touch Casey's core, only a thin layer of her pantie separating them. Casey pulls Ethan on top of her she herself lay on the bed, Ethan kisses the rise of her breasts. "Mmm…" Casey softly moans as she felt Ethan's fingers enter her. "Don't…stop"she said between her shaky breaths. "I don't think I can. I have been wanting this for a long time Casey" Ethan's lips brushes past Casey's breasts, then her stomach and slowly lower…
Casey's head was spinning, memories of last night were slowly returning back to her. She was horrified.
This can't happen! It can't!
Casey looked beside her to see a shirtless Ethan sleeping soundly, he looked so peaceful probably not having a clue what they have done.
Casey got up and quickly walked towards the bathroom with wobbly steps, her legs were hurting like hell. She quietly shut the door and glanced at the mirror.
Hickeys and bite marks everywhere. How was she even going to hide this?
Tears spilled from her eyes…'why am I crying? I wanted this' she thought. She broke down, this can't be happening, not today. She was supposed to be happy that they found a possible cure for Dr. Banerji, feel proud because Dr. Ramsey trusted her. Not guilt trip because she slept with her boss.
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Ethan's head was pounding relentless, he could only focus on Casey. Despite the raging party below them, the loud sound of waves crashing on the rocks…he could only hear Casey's voice. She was drunk talking and saying nonsensical things, but he was still encaptured by her voice. This is what shook him.
The unshakable Ethan Ramsey, the face that doctors from afar dreamt of meeting. He had only a decade's experience but yet he was one of the best doctors from around the world. He always thought that he cannot be distracted by anything or anyone. No one was truly able to crack his wall of ice, no matter how warm they were. And yet here she was, Casey Valentine an intern, clueless, novice, and trouble. She shattered the walls like they were a tower of cards, melted everything like she was the scorching sun in a summer afternoon, invaded his life like a skilled thief, and stayed as if she belongs here. Whenever he thought he knew her she would do something he least expected. She could even yell at him if she felt like he deserved it.
Never before had he been so head over heels for a woman.
But fate was against him, he was her attending, her boss, 10 years older than her. It was unprofessional, unethical, something he was against. But something he longed for. He could have anyone, but the one he wanted was out of his reach.
But yet here they are in a perfect setting. 10 floors above the ground, everyone was busy partying, they were alone, the party was so loud no one could hear them, he was drunk, she was even more drunk, if anything happens he can just blame it on the alcohol, both wanted the same thing.… Then why not have it?
Never before had Ethan broken his rules for anyone, but tonight he cannot resist any longer.
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Casey's sobs were abruptly interrupted when she heard something from outside the bathroom, she tentatively opened the door slightly to peek, Ethan was still asleep. She snatched her bag that lay right outside the door.
Casey has never had a shower this quick, she dried her hair begging to God that Ethan will still be asleep. And just like that she was out of the room. Her eyes felt prickly, she knew that she was about to cry. How can she not? Ethan will never look at her in the same way again. He will probably only see disappointment and a mistake.
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Ethan stirred in bed, trying to find a comfortable position. He let his hand fall off from the bed and hit the bedside table with a 'twack'. "Ouch!" His eyes abruptly opened, he immediately regretted it. Sunlight invaded his vision, and for a second he thought he was now blind. He sat up, making the sheet that was covered his taunt muscles now visible. He looked around confused, and suddenly remembered that he was in Miami. His head was killing him, he tried to recall last night's events.
'I and Casey got the formula from Nash, she went to drink at the open bar. I dragged her back into the room, we were talking…'
Then he remembered, her flustered face, her soft lips, her beautiful body…
Ethan went quiet, he knew this was coming. One way or another he was going to ruin everything. He didn't blame Casey, he couldn't.
It wasn't her fault.
It was his.
He cursed himself for being drunk, careless. Of course he would do something stupid the moment alcohol runs through his vains. He had a habit of drinking alone, the day he was drunk and alone with someone he did the unthinkable.
How many people already know? Were they too loud? Maybe they forgot to lock the door?
Ethan looked beside him to see the crumbled sheets in shape of a person, a place where Casey slept hours ago.
Does she hate him now?
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"ah, Casey! Hi."
Casey heard Ines's voice behind her. "Hello Ines" Casey greeted her enthusiastic resident trying her best to sound happy,"Already had breakfast?"
"No, but me and Zaid were just on the way" Ines said happily, "Talking about Zaid…where is he" Casey asked glancing around to find the grumpy doctor. "Oh, he went to the bathroom" Ines said as both of them walked towards the Dinning Hall.
"You sure spend a lot of time around him" Casey remarked. Ines blushs, "We-well he is my friend! I like spending time with him!"
"But is that all there is to it?" Casey smiled warmly towards Ines, completely forgetting about the events that happened this morning.
"We are just friends, that's all!" Ines mumbled looking at the floor like a guilty child. "Ines, you should make a move or something. You two look cute together" Casey said to the blushing doctor.
You still have a chance, unlike me…
"Do you think…he likes me?" Ines asked so quietly it was almost inaudible, "Of course! He is like a happy puppy when he's around you" Casey laughed.
"By the way, why are you wearing a full buttoned up shirt? Isn't it hot? Ines asked curiously.
"W-well you see…"
Both of them continued walking towards the Dinning Hall.
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Ethan quickly walked down the stairs, 'she should be in the dining hall right now'. He thought.
He came just in time to see her leave towards the elevator, "Rookie, wait!" He said loudly as he jogged towards her.
His chest tightened when he saw her face look at him in horror, the door to the elevator opened and she ran inside.
Ethan broke in a full fledged run, just as the door was about to close he smashed the elevator button. And the door opened again…
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Okay, so I usually don't send this kind of asks or prompts, because I don't have any wishes - I'm happy with whatever I get. But if you're up for it, I'd really love some HEAVY Tony-centric angst. Ship or no ship, whatever you prefer more, and sad end - or if you're not comfortable with that not more than a hopeful end. I just want you to crush my heart and make me cry. A lot. If that's nothing you want to write, that's okay, I love your writing anyway! Thank you for all your hc's and fics! :)
HELLO, FIRST OF ALL, I AM SORRY FOR TAKING THIS LONG AND SECOND OF ALL, THANK YOU FOR BEING WILLING TO WAIT.
I hope this quenches your thirst for angst! I’ll admit to not really? Writing angst that much? So I’m not sure how this holds up, but I hope it’s okay!
Loosely inspired by canon.
As a child, Tony comes to the realization that he is not meant to be loved.
His mother tries. Oh, God, she tries. She brushes his hair in the mornings, places bandages over his bloodied knees whenever he went to play out in the garden and inevitably fell due to an untied shoelace, but nothing--nothing--she does makes up for the way his father treats him, the way those barbed words wrapped themselves around his heart and lungs and squeeze until he could barely breathe.
See, dear old dad makes sure that his dissatisfaction with Tony makes itself apparent at every turn. Tony isn’t smart enough, he isn’t quick enough, he isn’t careful enough, he isn’t tough enough. He cries too much, clings too tightly to his mother, spends more days reading about King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table than brushing up on his advanced mathematics courses.
“You're useless,” he remembers his father sneering, smelling faintly of alcohol and cigar smoke, while he desperately bites his lower lip to stifle his sobs as he picked up the remains of his toy car on the floor, “spending your time on those things instead of studying. I don’t see why Maria bothers. I certainly wouldn’t.”
Clutching the scraps of metal to his chest, Tony runs out of the room as fast as his legs can carry him. He throws them in the trash, nearly retching up his entire lunch as he does so before going into his bedroom and curling up in his bed, buried under a ridiculous amount of blankets. He doesn’t know what to do to make his father happy short of running away and risking his life on the streets.
He doesn’t know what to do to make his father love him.
He keeps to himself at school. People don’t seek him out, and he doesn’t seek people out. He gets labelled as the “eccentric rich boy,” which is fine by him.
Except there’s this other kid, James Rhodes, around 3 years older, that won’t stop trying to get him to come out of his shell. It probably helps that they’re roommates, otherwise Tony would be giving him a wide, wide berth. As in, making detours to the other side of the campus kind of wide.
“C’mon.” Rhodes slides him a plate laden with a microwaved chocolate croissant. “Talk to me a little.”
Tony eyes the plate. He hesitantly reaches forward, like he’s afraid that Rhodes is going to snatch it away from him at the last second, before bringing it towards himself. He nibbles at the edges of the pleasantly warm croissant. “Why do you care so much?”
“Because you seem scared every time that I see you?” Rhodes answers. “Listen, Tony, you’re young. Younger than anyone else on this campus. I’m... worried, you know? You need someone looking out for you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter.”
“And I’m not trying to be one. I’m just saying that you’d be better off having someone who cares for you. I’m not going to swaddle you and put you in diapers.”
Tony wrinkles his nose. “You better not.”
Rhodes smiles at him. Tony finds himself smiling back.
It’s nice, having someone with him at school. He and Rhodes--or Rhodey, as he now calls him--are basically attached at the hip. They do anything and everything they can together. Tony has almost forgotten how it’s like to be this happy.
He tells Rhodey one day, tentatively excited, that he’s found this girl: Sunset Bain. She’s a brunette with hair all the way down to the middle of her back, she’s wicked smart with a rapier wit, and, most importantly, she doesn’t care that Tony’s a Stark.
“Stop growing up so fast,” Rhodey complains. “It’s making me feel old.”
“You’re 19.”
“I feel old.”
They go on dates--nice ones, but not expensive.
He has his first kiss with her. It’s quick and chaste, but he liked it. She doesn’t push him to go further, and for that he’s glad.
He holds her hand as they walk under the trees.
As it turns out, Sunset did a little snooping in his stuff when he’s distracted and made off with Stark company secrets right after they celebrated their 6th month together.
“Stupid boy,” his father snarls, slamming a hand down on his desk. Tony’s heard it all before, but that doesn’t mean it hurts any less. He doesn’t look up from the floor, hands clasped behind his back.
Tony croaks, “I didn’t--”
“Didn’t what? Didn’t think she’d take advantage of you? Did you actually think she loved you?”
Tony doesn’t respond. He doesn’t want to appear to be even more of an idiot, because, yes, he actually thought she loved him. She would whisper as much when they cuddled on the couch, anyway.
“Unbelievable,” Howard mutters, taking Tony’s silence as confirmation of that fact. “Get out. I have to deal with this mess that you made.”
Tony nods. “Yes, sir.”
He leaves, each step heavy. Everything after that is a blur. All he knows is that he left that room and he ended up back in his dorm, face down on the floor, sobbing his eyes out with a half-empty bottle of Vodka lying next to him.
His parents die at some point. Car accident.
He sobs into his pillow. He wishes--
He wishes he was in the car, too. At least he’d be with his mother.
Rhodey has been his anchor through all of this. He lets Tony ruin his shirts with his tears and his snot. He brings Tony coffee and cupcakes whenever he thought he could use some cheering up. Hell, he even offers to TP Sunset’s house--a tempting offer if he didn’t know that Rhodey would end up arrested for doing so.
Like most good things in his life, Rhodey ends up leaving to join the Air Force. Tony wishes he could be selfish enough to ask Rhodey to stay a little longer, but he doesn’t.
He gives him a hug and a pat on the back, and Rhodey is gone.
Rhodey tries to contact him. He calls, sends letters, e-mails, but Tony doesn’t reply.
He knows it’s self-sabotaging. He knows that it’ll end up ruining one of the rare positive relationships he’s ever had in his far too long-feeling life, but he doesn’t care.
He’s never deserved Rhodey’s love.
Tony is unsure if he should feel the glad the morning he wakes up and doesn’t see a missed call from Rhodes sitting in his inbox.
He drifts along in life. Stark Industries was handed over to Obadiah Stane, and Tony has no plans on taking it from him.
He drinks, orders takeout, spends his days on his phone or laptop. He’s rich enough that he doesn’t ever have to lift a finger to work in his life. It’s a boring--if safe--life.
Crossing the street one day, he literally runs into a guy: tall, broad shoulders, with pretty blond hair. He apologizes profusely, but the guy brushes it off, tugging him over to the other side when a car honks. “I’m Tiberius,” the guy says, holding a hand out.
Tony takes it. “I’m Tony.”
He falls in love with Tiberius fast and hard. It’s like Sunset, but a million times more intense. There’s just... something about the man that makes adrenaline pump in Tony’s veins and gives him a high that he has to spend hours shaking off afterwards.
Of course, he’s terrified. Rhodes isn’t going to be there if something goes wrong (and something usually does go wrong when he’s concerned).
Then Tiberius kisses him right before he leaves Tony’s apartment, and he melts.
“No one else could love you like I can, Tony,” Tiberius murmurs against his lips, the movie they were watching all but forgotten in the background.
Tony hums. He wraps his arms around Tiberius’ neck and draws him closer. Tiberius loves him. Maybe all of his insecurities were wrong.
“Ty,” Tony says in his best soothing voice. “Leave him alone. He didn’t know.” Tiberius is weirdly territorial. He won’t let anyone near Tony, man or woman, young or old.
“Like hell he didn’t.” Tiberius continues to glare at the trembling man in front of him. “I should knock his lights out.”
“Don’t.” Tony grabs onto Tiberius’ bicep and starts to pull him away. “C’mon, let’s just leave. We’re going to miss our reservation.”
Tiberius rips his arm from Tony’s hold. “Oh, so you’re siding with him? Maybe you should go on a date with him if you care about him that much!” He stomps away, leaving behind a scared, slightly frazzled Tony.
“I’m sorry about him,” Tony says to the man next to him, trying his best to put on an assuring smile. “He can get riled up.”
“It’s--it’s fine,” the man replies. “I should be the one apologizing to you. He’s... you’re going to be alright, right?”
“Of course I am,” Tony replies, confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
The man looks at him with pity.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Tiberius says, arms around Tony’s waist, kissing his neck. “I just love you so much.”
“Yeah.” Tony’s tone is empty. Tiberius has... well, he’s changed a lot. Tony thought that he was possessive before, but now he’s like a monster. All the woman did was wink at him and Tiberius yelled at her to the point where she was on the verge of tears.
He still loves Tiberius, though. He thinks he does. He’s not too sure. Tiberius loves him, though. He knows that.
Tiberius pauses. “Do you not love me anymore?”
“What?” Tony places his hands on Tiberius’ shoulders. “I do!”
“Why didn’t you say it back?”
Tony swallows. “I was... distracted.”
Tiberius narrows his eyes, gaze going steely. “Are you thinking about her?”
“Ty--”
“You are, aren’t you?”
“You’re being ridiculous--”
Tiberius’ hand moves up to the back of Tony’s neck, and Tony feels the ice cold grip of fear in his stomach. “Who else is going to love you if not for me, Tony? I’m the only one who can put up with you.”
Tony feels bile rise up the back of his throat. This isn’t healthy. This is far from it.
But if this is the kind of love that he deserves, then he’ll take it.
#Oh lordy what do I tag this with?#abuse tw#depression tw#alcohol tw#Hope those are fine. If anyone needs anything else tagged just say so!#justsomeoneunordinary
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Hallow : ch xv - CSSNS 2019
“The Goblin King was prepared to host the Darkness, stealing Fae women away to their corrupted lands underneath the ground as concubines. The Darkness chose another in his stead, but not before this selected vessel enacted a devastating attack in its vengeance, revealing its hatred & rage. The battle was a lesson the old kings had forgotten; never underestimate an opponent.
Many more lives were lost as they razed over any who dared defy The Goblin King’s will. Only the pure love of our rulers united in matrimony, breaking the Vorpal Dagger, sealed the darkness and the Goblin menace away. The light flourished under their fair rule, and the queen bore a child as pure as moon beams, swan feathers, and starlight. They lived happily ever after, and shall be written in history as Heroes for All Time.”
This is the history Princess Emma memorizes from the day she is born, paraded about and presented only with the highest protection. The palace is a cage she wishes to escape, desperately. Not careful what wishes she made, Emma discovers history is written by the victors - The Dark One has an entirely different version of the events that took place.
Read on AO3 here.
Rated E for explicit themes, Mature situations, and Fae fuckery.
Written for @cssns
Ch xv / ?? - In which their is a mutual admission of something more
The constants were now Killian finding her, and forgetting until it was too late. Maybe a day would come when even he would be forgotten, and the feelings for him that were so confusing and wonderful would fade.
"Please let go. I made a mistake, and I - stop looking at me like that. Stop it, I don't -"
"Emma."
"Don't. Just - you don't need to explain. Just let me go and we'll never speak of it again. Please."
Killian laughed, shaking his head and pulling her back closer to him, and Emma tried to fill her lungs with air, tried to not acknowledge that she had ruined their closeness with a misinterpretation.
His voice was a low rumble in her ear that made her feel like her bones were melting. "Next time, tell me first. That way I'm not surprised by the lovely woman kissing me, and I can kiss you as properly as you like."
There was no awkwardness this time, just soft movements that made her lose her footing, his smile from catching her and groan at her hands around his neck like nothing else. Her own moan shocked her, the way his tongue pushed against hers, the insistence of every move showing a neediness that equaled her own. When her teeth gently nibbled his bottom lip, the noise he made was pained and she pulled away in worry.
Emma should not have been surprised to see him change so quickly, she had seen his moods with the Darkness, seen his worry turn to empathy here, but this was different. His hair was disheveled, lips parted, his eyes were darker as they searched her face for something she had no words for.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I -"
"No. No, you did no such thing, love." Killian’s voice was low, huskier, and he left her on wobbly legs when he broke their embrace to sit in one of the garden chairs. "On the contrary, this is torturous and wonderful. We should stop before -"
Emma pressed against him, legs on either side of his own as she had seen in the rare tawdry romance novel in her personal library, kissing him again, seeking that same noise as he gripped her waist almost painfully. "We shouldn't do this, hmm?" she smirked against the corner of his mouth, listening to his breathing hitch when she pressed kisses or nipped along his jaw line. She could see his hard swallows in the taut lines of his neck, thrown back as he sucked in air.
Gently running her tongue over his pulse point made him whimper, his body trembling. Emma had never felt this in control of another in her life.
"No. We shouldn't, this is - I want -" Killian croaked, and she rose up to take his face in her hands. His eyes opened to meet hers, half lidded and dark, the previously unacknowledged plea there she recognized now as want.
"I've stopped," she murmured, running fingers through his hair, making it stick up further, to her amusement. Leaning to whisper in his ear with warm breath, she tucked a piece of his dark locks away before teasing. "Tell me what you want, won't you? You have had so much self control in every iteration of ourselves, and I find my resolve weakening further by the minute."
"Bad form," he mumbled, distracted. "It's not proper, we can't -"
"That's why you only tell me."
"I - I want to court you as traditionally as we can manage considering; I want to look at you and know that you see me, that I'm enough. I want to take you everywhere you've never been, and listen to your theories on constellations that aren't remotely true. I want to dance with you in markets, and on beaches, and in ballrooms, anywhere that I can spin you in some dress that you make wondrously beautiful. I want to sleep with you at night and not be worried when we wake up holding each other. I want to read by the ocean while you try to poison me with your hot chocolate creations, and know that you'll understand when I have to watch the thunderstorms that come through, even if I hate them. I want to see you smile at me every day even if it's with annoyance. I want to hold you like this, whether you kiss me or not, because holding you is a salvation that I am not worthy of."
Emma stared at him, silence falling as she registered with shock what he had laid at her feet.
Finally, she breathed out a sigh. "Killian, I-"
"I know."
"It sounds perfect. I would if this was - if we could - if I wasn't what I am - "
His face softened, pulling her so their foreheads touched. "You mean, if you weren't a princess, and I wasn't a ticking time bomb?" Emma laughed sadly for a moment, then curled herself into his chest. "If we were just Emma and Killian, spending their days in a seaside cabin."
"Watching the waves, and…" She breathed in, gathering bravery. "Maybe, just being a little bit in… Maybe caring about each other?"
"Yes. Caring about you a lot, Emma. I think that it's impossible after everything for me to not be… to not care for you. We're going to get you out, and you will have more allies. You’re so close to being ready to save your family."
"What about you, Killian? We'll find a way to destroy the Darkness and free you, I know it -"
"Emma, I looked for a way in the library. I don't think there is a way to free me. And that's OK, it's alright. When you get out of here, I'll be forced to take it back, and I won't feel anything for you. And you, you won't remember, it will be as if nothing happened."
"I don't want it to be like nothing happened. You and I make a hell of a team, but we're even more than that -"
"We will still make a hell of a team, and it's better this way. The Darkness will be vicious when it takes me back, and wilder than ever. It's been stronger every time I try to cage it, and it wants to hurt you. I can't risk that, and neither can you. You're kind, and beautiful, and so good - this can't work with the Darkness," he whispered as her fingers brushed against his skin just slightly. Emma tried to ignore the ache in her chest as they held each other, and wondered how much would go unspoken between them. Tracing letters across his chest under the buttons of his uniform, she lifted his hand to touch the top of her gown where the skin from her collarbone led down to her chest.
Killian pulled her hands away, kissing them pleadingly. "You must not engage a man with the indecency to hurt you… which I would. I cannot stand the thought, and you will be of my every thought if this continues further. Don't wound a man and send him limping to his grave, Swan."
"Always so dramatic." Emma rolled her eyes, ignoring his own annoyed huff. She put on an air that he had seen her use in the presence of her parents, stunted and overly polite. "I would despair to hurt you in any way, my good friend, and beloved Lieutenant. To wound you would be to wound myself, and how could I bear to see you fall to ruin and guilt for it? If you truly doubt and do not believe that I would find you under the layers of that thing , know that as you have always found me, I will always find you Killian." Standing, she adjusted her skirts and bodice. He caught her wrist as she turned to move away.
"Stop it. You know what that 'thing' does. You know what it can do, what it does to me and what it shows me. I can't escape it when it's in my head, and I'm trying just to stay afloat. I didn't realize how much I needed sleep or respite from its screeching and scratching until…" Letting her go, Emma slid away slightly, looking at him as he sat to place his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. "If I hurt you, I'd…"
Kneeling to cup his face in a clear breach of station, not caring for it regardless of in a dream or in reality, Emma stared up at him fiercely. "You're so much stronger than it, and getting stronger every day. Please, we'll find a way. I will find you, and you'll find me. I'll hear you if you call for me, Killian. You just have to fight it, for me and for you. You say you won't care, that you can't - You are not the Darkness, Killian. It does not define you, and I know who you are. You know who you are."
"You can't be sure." He shook his head, and if there were unspoken things between them, she could find the answers to her worries or how he felt in the blue that met her gaze. An ocean of meaning, all for her.
"I'm putting my faith in you. And Killian, please tell me you will try to find a way for me to remember, to remember any of this -"
"No, Isaac was clear that you won't. I'm so sorry darling. But Emma, if a part of you does, being with you like this, being free of the Darkness, it was one of the best parts of my life even if it wasn't real. I want you to know that."
"Killian, I can't lose this. I don't want to lose you or us."
"I will remember for you, and keep you safe. It's better that way."
"Better for who, Killian?" Emma whispered. He looked away, and she stood slowly. "I still remember pieces of the other dreams layered on each other, you know. They're hazy, but I won't let them slip away, because they are so important to me. You as a pirate, you as a ruler, watching you from my tower as you raced across the desert before climbing to me, and all the other strange incarnations of you searching, trying to save me again and again. There's something to be said about the man so determined to keep someone safe at their own expense, and wanting them to forget they ever cared at all. I only wish you saw yourself like I do."
"You see me through rose colored glasses, Princess. The eyes of someone who thinks the best while ignoring the worst." Standing and looking down at her, he lifted her to her feet. Emma tried to keep her expression passive, but anger and hurt lit behind her eyes.
"I'd never ignore anything to do with you," she began, Killian laughing as she tried to smile. "I’m a fan of every part of you."
He made a noise of protest, but she held up a finger. "The Darkness is not and has never been a part of you, but even in its presence where it sticks to your bones… I am still a fan of the you that’s there, fighting and finding yourself amongst the wreckage." Her hand snaked into his, fingers intertwining with his own. Pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, she let him wrap his arms around her.
"Emma…"
"What I mean to say is, if I must forget, treasure these moments for me. Keep them close." Pressing herself in closer to him, she listened to his heart beat. His chin dropped to press a kiss to her crown. "If I can't keep them, someone should. And if you should find yourself missing me, or trust yourself enough to allow the slimmest of chances, find a way to give them back to me."
After a long moment of silence, his face buried in her hair as they held each other tightly, he murmured quietly, "I will, I promised before and I promise again."
Emma felt the tears that had threatened before slide onto his uniform, her shoulders beginning to shake as he comforted her. The sound of Lilly's loud voice broke their moment.
"Hey! I am telling you that I need to talk to the princess and her lover boy, and I know we're in a curse -"
"Save it. This gets crazier by the minute, dark haired miniature of Maleficent. Let's see if my subconscious is leaking in here too, shall we?" Snow asked, dragging Lilly into the courtyard. She looked at the two of them in surprise, while Lilly simply grinned broadly. "Am I interrupting something Emma? Darkness?"
"Mom, his name is Killian," Emma began rubbing at her temples. "And this is Maleficent's daughter, Lilly. Also, yes, you both have interrupted an emotional reunion."
"It's important, Cruella has put you under a -" Lilly blurted out.
"A sleeping curse. Yes. She told us as much," Killian said, irritation leaking into his voice as he wiped away Emma's tears gently.
"Yes, well, I went to look at the bodies of the other Kitsune in the crypts. They're not dying from trying to break the spell, Cruella is sucking them dry. She has a lifetime supply of energy with the husks just walking around -"
"And Isaac knew. Aye, Lilly, we know -" Killian sighed, but her mother spoke up with a gasp.
"I didn't know that. That's awful. If I had but known, I could of -"
"Mom, hindsight in your case would have saved us a lot of grief, but there is literally no time to deal with every aspect of that right now. We would need eternities," Emma gritted out, and Lilly giggled. When Emma looked up, her mother was glaring.
"Well. I suppose that I should help you then. Princessa Lilly, Daughter, Dark One, let us go to the library and I will work with all of you to fix my accursed barrier. We may come up with something yet," Snow huffed.
"Killian, it's Killian Mom -"
Lilly's eyes went wide. "Oh, Your Majesty, my mother would - this would change everything, you have no idea -"
Queen Snow hooked the young woman by the elbow, leading her to the library. "We'll need a cloaking spell for if you choose a Dragon's form, but as long as you still have thunderstorms and fog..." She paused and called over her shoulder, "You two have five minutes and then will be in the library." She gave a firm nod, then continued on talking with Lilly.
"Leave her be, love." Killian shrugged, watching her mother walk away. "It's not everyday your mortal enemy is pursuing your only daughter."
Emma immediately pressed herself to Killian, the kiss lasting a small moment in time. She pulled away only slightly, and whispered against his lips as soft as she could.
"I love you. You don't have to say anything back, you don't have to repeat it for my benefit. I just needed to say it because it's true and I mean it. I love you, and I am cherishing every moment of this until it ends, and will continue with any part that remembers." Emma kissed him once more, then pulled away. He tensed, seemingly stunned as she refused to look at him. Swallowing hard with a heavy sadness, he looked down at the ground.
Emma took this as the answer it was, any emotional reaction to his non-reaction pushed away. Stretching and cracking her knuckles, she prepared herself, ending with a deep breath.
"Now, let's go help my mom so we can get out of here, and help everyone in this ridiculous mess."
He smiled at her, their fingers laced as she pulled him to the library.
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The creation of the spell with her mother, Lilly, and Killian’s help was surprisingly calm, each person serving to create a piece of the overlying structure that would allow cloaking and protection of the island from mortals, while also allowing the magic to reconnect with the elements it long sought to reach. Lilly's expertise lay in her species - as a Dragon she was able to connect their signature and the Kitsune's with a cloak that would hide them from prying eyes, or if they should venture outside of their island. A strong breeze, a sudden storm squall, or a deep blanket of fog would be all anyone saw instead.
Emma and her mother worked on the mechanics of it, the tedious process of webbing magic over an existing space, held in concentration and formed again and again like molding clay or sewing embroidery stitches. They bickered occasionally, the Queen wanting to press limitations into the lining in secret, minor charms that curbed power, slowed down slightly, or created elemental weakness, but Emma held her ground with Killian and Lilly's voices strong in opposition as well.
Killian gave suggestions on defense, and Emma's eye was drawn away from her work to her mother's consternation more than a few times. The flickers of his magic, untouched by the Darkness in this world, were a stunning shade of ocean colors ranging from bright cerulean to dark navy that bordered black. It moved liquidly; whereas her own magic seemed to be made of dust and light, his was like the crests of waves, or swirls of arching water that cast rippling shadows on the wall. He seemed relaxed, calmed by it more so than she had ever seen him when the Darkness moved its power through him in its jerking or static tendrils.
Even her mother was impressed with the defensive surround he created, a series of founts that flowed protection spells from various points and continued out into the sea, changing the current to turn away unwanted attention. It cycled around to be reused and rejuvenated as it moved through the island, splitting to spiral around the new barriers before meeting its start to begin again. It was as beautiful as it was functionally a masterpiece of magical workings.
"This is -" Emma gasped as she followed his notes, reading his spells that would control movement, flow of magic, weather tempering, invisibility, and more. "Killian this is masterful. I mean, it's just -"
"It is very well designed," her mother admitted, as if she was drinking something bitter. Emma smirked.
Killian laughed lightly, ears pinking at the tips. "I have had a long time to study magic, especially locked away -" He carded his hand through his hair. "I mean, I've read a lot of books and theory, since…"
Emma's mother sighed, and stood with a stretch. She finally turned and smiled her saccharine grin, playing decorum once more.
"Then maybe your imprisonment was for the best after all." Emma scowled, but Killian kissed her cheek, resting his arm around her with a soft smile.
He didn't look at her mother when he spoke. "I truly believe that it was."
Emma blushed, squeezing his hand.
With the spell done, Emma pressed it into her hand, leaving a scorch mark on her palm. The group sat in quiet, Lilly occasionally rubbing her head, wincing more as the time went on.
"Lilly, are you alright?" Emma asked, concerned.
Killian and her exchanged glances, his jaw setting in the way Emma knew now meant that he was upset.
Lilly lowered her eyes. "I think my body - I think I got hit in the head pretty good by Cruella when she cast the curse. I tried to protect you and Killian." She winced again. "I didn't do a great job. I haven't been able to protect you at all, Cruella has always beaten me."
Emma's eyes widened, and her mother shook her head in anger.
"You're alright though, you're safe somewhere, right?" Emma asked. Lilly shrugged, and Emma looked at Killian. "Surely there's something we can do. What if you bleed out, or you have a concussion -"
"We just have to hope that my parents or someone else finds me." Lilly fiddled with her fingers. "I think they put me in the crypts."
"Lilly, this is -"
"So if I disappear, or turn into a husk, please don't forget that I tried. I wanted to be a good friend to you Emma." Lilly approached as if she was shy, gently taking one of Emma's hands. "You were my first friend from outside this island, which might as well be the first true friend I ever had. I'm sorry I wasn't better."
Emma hugged Lilly fiercely, surprising the Dragon who stood stunned before returning it. When she pulled away, she wiped at her eyes, laughing slightly as Emma smiled at her softly.
"Why are you so good at this?" Lilly mock-whined.
Emma laughed, clasping Lilly's hands tighter. "Because, you are just that awful at it."
Lilly roared out a laugh, grinning ear to ear. Killian joined them, hand snaking around Emma's waist, the three of them enjoying their conversation until Lilly vanished mid sentence. Emma stuck up her chin in defiance, Killian rubbing at the webbing of her hand soothingly
"You know she'll be alright," he whispered, kissing her temple. Her mother glared, and Emma tried to feel any sort of sign that Lilly was safe, awake and alive to face whatever Cruella threw at them next, but nothing came.
Emma's mother coughed, and when neither Killian or Emma acknowledged it, coughed louder.
"Yes, Mom?" Emma asked, annoyance seeping into her tone. Her mother narrowed her eyes.
"I'd like some more time with you, to explain some things, as it were." Her dark brows pinched together, and she rubbed where they met with a sigh. "There's been some misconceptions and miscommunication -"
"Like how you turned a man into a tree and segregated an entire species for a political alliance with the Merfolk?" Emma asked, trying to not let venom ooze into her words.
"That's not - Emma -" her mother sputtered.
Emma instead turned further into Killian’s embrace, his body stiff from trying not to laugh, but also holding in his own quips.
"So, we just wait here for the dream Isaac created to end?" she whispered. He breathed out a puff of air he had been holding, nodding slightly. Her mother continued trying to explain, but Emma tuned her out. "And then what?"
Killian swallowed hard. "Then the nightmares will begin to soak into everything. You can't get lost in them, no matter how frightening they are." He gripped her hand, kissing her knuckles. Her mother's voice was growing louder. "You and I will face everything together."
"Any idea how much time we have left?" she asked.
He shook his head no, holding her closer.
"I want to spend time with my mom, and with you," she affirmed.
"I would be happy to oblige," Killian breathed out. "But you may need to spend the majority of it with your mother, because she is quite livid at the moment."
"Emma, are you listening to me!?" her mother asked, in an angry, but pleading tone. "You need to know this, you need to stop -"
"I'll see you after." Killian pulled away, throwing her an apologetic look. "Good luck, my love."
Emma watched him go, her heart fluttering like a bird at his soft endearment.
" Emma -"
"What! What is it, Mother? Do you have more bad judgements you rained down during war time to tell me? Another rightfully angry enemy of yours lurking somewhere, ready to get their long sought after revenge? Who else did you punish while serving as judge, jury, and jailer?" Emma snarled, whirling on her mother's surprised form. She felt drained, exhausted, and beyond frustrated with her mother's part in their current situation. "It's my turn for questions, and here's one: Why did you ever agree to be queen, knowing that you would be so terrible at it! Was it because you were put there to be killed? You didn't think you might actually have to rule effectively?"
Her mother gaped, silently, as Emma breathed heavily from her yelling. To her further annoyance she began to cry, and wished Killian had stayed if just to keep her from swaying or shaking.
"Emma…" her mother whispered, concerned. Emma's eyes snapped back to look at her mother's face, frowning at the tears mirrored there. "Please sit down. You - You look - Rest for a little while -"
"Don't you dare paint me as weak, Mother. Not after everything you have put me through." Emma felt herself start to shake harder. "Don't you dare ."
"I was just… I am just… I'm so sorry." Her mother moved forward, slowly, reaching for Emma tentatively.
"You should be," Emma said slowly, wary of her mother's apologies. They always came with a condition, a reason. Her mother sighed, and Emma braced herself.
"I know."
Emma blinked.
"You know? You know what?" Emma asked, shocked.
Her mother looked ashamed, tears openly flowing as she choked out words.
"We should have told you everything. We thought we were protecting you from a past you had no part in. I'm so sorry we failed you Emma. I am so proud of you, I am so profoundly in awe of the woman that you have become." Emma allowed her to come close, letting her run her own shaking fingers over the top of her forearms. Snow rested her hands there, staring at her with reddening eyes. "Forgive me for my many mistakes made in ignorance, anger, and youthful naivety, and forgive me for the consequences that rippled from them. Should we make it out of this terrible coup, I will review every punishment that we have doled out, and try to do better for all of us."
Emma swallowed hard, nodding through being unable to speak.
"I love you, my beautiful daughter. My little buttercup, my shining golden girl, made of sunrays and dawn's light," Snow whispered, wiping tears from Emma's face. "I - I should have done better. We should have done better and I hope to make it right with you."
Emma hugged her tightly, finally allowing herself to lean on her mother's frame, both of them wishing for this opportunity outside of this dream. Wiping snot from her nose after the long minutes of just sitting together, Emma cleared her throat to ask another question.
"I know you don't have much time with me left, but is there anything else I should know? Anything I should be aware of? Any advice or guidance?"
"Henry is trying to get to you. He is with his wife, and they can help you some. There is a secret Dwarven settlement in the mountains near the Baelfire Hold; we used it during the war as a safe place. If you get there, you will find friends."
"That's perfect. I hate that this will end with me not remembering it, but I'll tell Killian everything I can and -"
"Emma, before I disappear, I have to tell you what your grandfather did. If you do by chance remember, or at least someone does if we… What I mean to say is that I must play you as confessional as well as daughter. David should have told everyone, I should have, but David's family was… There was a reason you didn't know your uncle or your grandfather, or your great grandfather. They made choices that your father fought against. They did horrible, awful things that we had to reckon with - "
"That sounds familiar," Emma snapped. "What else has our family done that I will have to fix?"
"There's no fixing what they did, Emma. Those alive that know, they don't speak about it. We’ve wiped it from history in our shame, the few that seek vengeance cannot be reasoned with -"
"Mom, is this about the Goblins?" Emma asked, anxiously.
"Oh, Emma, it's about them and so much more. My family is not innocent in this either, the Whiteheart name bears its own stain. My father could have saved us from every bit of this, but refused out of fear. He should have saved them all, given them refuge when they needed it most, but David's father would have demanded retribution. I know this does not make sense yet, but I -"
Emma stared at the empty chair in front of her, the fireplace crackling the only sound in her mother's sudden departure.
"I love you Mom. I love you Dad. I love you, all of you waiting for me. Be safe, please, be alright."
Closing her eyes, Emma brought her knees to her chest, and let herself cry.
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Killian found Emma sitting in her room in the middle of its large bed, the curtained drapes tied up, and light streaming through the windows. Beyond the tall separated panes of glass were a field of wildflowers that led to the river the castle laid over, and the forest beyond of tall trees. Between them, a fireplace burned, filling the room with a warm glow and gentle heat, a basket of blankets and chaise set up in front. Tall bookshelves and a rolling ladder offset the bed, a large vanity between two doors on the far wall opposite the atrium entrance. The rightmost door was wide open, showing a large dressing area and the colors of multiple gowns hung within. The leftmost had soft blush marble peeking out of the barely ajar door, in what he assumed was a bath.
He joined her in the bed, her sigh of contentness when he held her like a breeze in the far pines.
"Is your mother…?" he whispered against her neck. She nodded, leaning back into him. "Are you alright?" Nodding once more, she nuzzled into him.
Her room looked barely lived in, absolutely pristine compared to what he knew of her, all except for the softness of the bed piled high with pillows, collections of lumpy blankets, soft furs, and sheets that felt like butter against his skin.
"No wonder you like sleeping so much," he chuckled.
Emma was quiet for a long time, until she moved and nibbled at his ear. He laughed for a moment, until she pulled at the lobe with her teeth harshly, sucking on it to soothe the burn. Turning fully in his lap, he breathed in air with a loud hiss.
"I've never had someone in my bedroom like this," she whispered, kissing down his neck. Killian felt heat shoot through his veins to the place he was doing his best to avoid thinking about. "I wish you would reconsider."
"I wish I could, love." He pushed hair away from her face, the gleam in her eye strange, malicious, and hostile. "Emma -"
"I know, I know puppy," she purred, voice deeper, raspier. She feigned embarrassment, covering her body with her hands as if she were nude. "Don't. Consider that this is make believe, consider that it's manufactured no matter how real it feels. Purity and all that."
Killian pushed her, throwing her off of him just as black began to replace the blonde on her scalp. "You! Where's Emma?" Not waiting for an answer he ran out of the room, hearing Emma laugh unnaturally, a cackle ripping from her throat.
"Where am I?" Emma’s voice echoed down the hallway, followed by the raucous laughter. "You said we shouldn't separate, we had to stay together!"
A scream ripped from deeper in the castle, and he raced toward it. Turning towards the ballroom, he slipped in a wet puddle, stumbling into a wall, making paintings crash to the ground. Blood. Bodies lay strewn everywhere in various stages of flight, all running from the direction he charged toward. He heard Emma's crying, throwing aside curtains to get to her. A small sword lay discarded in a gory mess, and he emerged into the dim light of the ball room wiping it clean, passing the thrones -
"You killed them! How could you, how could you, you monster!" Emma howled at him, running towards him and knocking the sword from his hand. Unprepared for the attack and stunned by Emma's blood stained hands and dress, she knocked him easily to the sticky floor.
"That's right, I ordered him to kill them, and the Dark One always does my bidding," Nil's voice drawled from nearby, and Emma had the Dagger, the completed Dagger that bore his name, raised over him. He pushed back against her wrists, her eyes wild as she tried to bring it down on him. "He gladly serves, loves the taste of the screams and begging for their lives. Go ahead and kill him, Emma. Try to make him suffer for what he's done."
"Emma, love, this is a nightmare - remember that, remember that we have to stay together," Killian gritted out. "I don't want to hurt you darling, please,"
"You don't want to hurt me? You abandon me, then you kill all the people I love; my parents, all of my friends, the court, - You are only Darkness! You're the Dark One, you killed them all, all of them! Nil is going to pull me into the dark, and you will help him - "
"No. No, Emma, I won't. I -" Killian flipped her, the dagger clattering to the side. She shrieked, struggling with all her might, and he held her wrists down. "Stop, Emma, just relax and give me a moment to explain -"
A blur of black hit him and he went flying, Nil scooping up the dagger as another version of himself tried to run him through with the sword he'd lost.
"Kill this imposter, Dark One. The princess and I will be waiting for you in my chambers." Killian saw the floor open into an abyss, Emma being pulled in by some unseen force as she tried to hold on. She looked at him in panic, her eyes wide at the sight of the two of them struggling.
Not worrying about hurting another version of himself made it easier to disarm the nightmarish doppelganger, and Killian ran towards Emma, catching her before she fell into the dark hole. Wrenching her upward, she threw her arms around him, the floor falling away around them into the pitch blackness.
"Listen, the next part, the next part of this dream is awful and I need you to find me as fast as you can. Please Killian, I can't be alone with him. I'll be in his bed chambers, tied down, you'll have to find me quickly. Please, please hurry. The things he will do, I can't go through that again." Emma sobbed, clinging to him.
"I'm not going to lose you. It's going to be okay, I -"
"Look out!" Emma pulled him to the side, but the blow struck him just the same, luckily only leaving a gash in his side. He hissed in a breath at the feeling of steel against his skin as the other him laughed, Emma's fingers slipping in his hand.
Emma's eyes were so wide, her face so full of terror as he clung to a rapidly declining edge. "Don't let go, please, don't drop me. I'm so scared." Above, the nightmare doppelganger approached menacingly, and Killian felt his side burning from strain. Looking down at her, he nodded.
"Together?" he asked, and she breathed in deeply, stilling herself.
"Together." She nodded.
He let go as the doppelganger swung his sword down, narrowly missing his fingers. They fell, Emma gripping his hand, then his shirt as she pressed herself against him, bracing herself for some untold torment.
"I won't let him hurt you," Killian whispered, gently stroking her hair. "I won't, Emma. I -"
Instead of falling into the bowels of the earth, he felt clawed hands wrench him away from Emma. She screamed his name, the sound of a splash echoing as he hit hard against wood, the night sky exploding behind his eyelids.
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When she did not fall into the bed that haunted her nightmares, Emma was shocked, but the cold water that doused her head to toe was an unwelcome relief as well. She struggled to the surface, aware of the creaking of wood, the ropes she was tangled in, and the boat that was pulling her upwards. Coughing she tried to gain her bearings, but as the net was tilted and she rolled out with the fresh catch, Emma realized that no one on board could help her. Blurred gray mists moved around the deck, the air ice cold around them. Voices from below were raised, the mists not paying her heed as she hiked up her sopping skirts, trying to find Killian.
Heading below, the ship extremely familiar to her, she heard his voice clearly.
"So they have demanded their own realm? After all of this? What did the Lady of Whitehart say, now that she is to rule -"
"Snow said yes. It's a wise move in the long run, they want it designed as a stronghold: One way in which means that is the only way out, upper Goblin hierarchy exclusively. Snow recognizes the advantage that gives us in the long run. A stronghold can easily turn into a prison, or a tomb." The other voice was distorted, tinny and soft in places. It reminded Emma of the records Anna had played for her once, the voices on the discs played too slow by her on purpose as a gag.
"And what other news?" Killian asked. Emma moved closer to the open cabin door, peering through and blinking at the sight. The cabin of the Jolly Roger was laid before her, but different than when she had ever seen it. It was organized, pristine, and in the middle of it Killian rocked on his heels as a misty Liam sat in a chair watching him. Liam swirled a glass in his see through hands, and sighed deeply at Killian’s question. The only thing that had faded color, as if a candle was placed behind paper, was Killian.
"David N'lan brings news that the Goblin scourge is attempting to recreate an ancient weapon, used to summon a terrible evil. If it's true -"
"It can't be. The war those creatures have started is the most evil thing we have ever faced. What could possibly be more -" Killian snapped in irritation. A misty messenger herald the color of milk moved by Emma, freezing her in its wake, but interrupting Killian’s diatribe.
"M'lords, urgent news from the Blackwater. A Goblin raid, slaughter, they're pillaging our lands, they're raiding the ladies school, I… I couldn't…" The man gave a deep sigh, and fell to the floor, his misty form fading into the cold air.
"Milah!" Killian hissed, Liam standing at once to check the man's pulse. He shook his head, his fists balled as his shoulders rose.
"Elsa, the women, Gods! I have to go, Killian stay here and -"
"Brother, you are the captain, you leaving will cause panic. I'll go, I'm faster and I have to check on Milah -"
"We'll both go. I know Elsa is capable, but I will bring her on board. Hell, I'll bring her entire damn castle on board if she is safe. I can't -"
"I'll have her send word to you. You have to stay Captain. You know you do." Killian clapped a hand on his brother’s back and Liam rose, turning to do the same.
"Get back here immediately once you confirm they are safe, Lieutenant. Do not risk any more bloodshed." Liam nodded, Killian returning the gesture. He moved quickly to where Emma was standing, oblivious of her. "And Lieutenant?"
"Yes, Captain?" Killian turned, looking at Liam. Liam faded, slowly melting away before her eyes.
"Be careful."
"Aye, Captain." Killian said, walking through her.
She gasped, feeling like she was falling from a great height, the world shifting as the wreckage of burning stone structures bloomed from what had been the cabin. Emma whirled around, spotting Killian running into a courtyard. Ice magic flew past him, freezing multiple Goblin targets into a wall like structure.
"Elsa! Where are -" Killian yelled, Elsa's mist like form appeared, shooting ice over structures that burned. Emma lost her breath at the visage, the heavy weight of grief suddenly renewed again. They had fought so hard to survive, and lost so much. The apparitions of Ingrid leading a carriage and two large horses into the space, and Anna jumping from inside and hooking them to the leads came next.
"We're okay, we're all okay Killian." Elsa grimaced, holding her concentration as she spoke, still pouring out ice magic from outstretched hands. "My parents are already evacuating the fjord, and we think Nemo has my brother at sea. We're going to try to blend in with the mortals in the north until this fighting calms. I'll send you and Liam a location when I can."
"Be safe. We love you, I'll tell Liam -"
Elsa interrupted him with a scoff. "I'll tell him, because I begged that idiot not to consign in this war, but here you both are! Go get Milah, tell her that she and the other ladies who are barricaded in the school should head north. We'll help them settle, but the Goblins don't fare well in the cold."
"I'll send her along shortly. Be well, soon to be sisters."
"Be careful!" Anna called from the carriage, and Ingrid gave a nod.
Emma was pulled forward into another shifting scene, as if attached by string. This was obviously not her nightmare, instead possibly a strange memory of Killian’s, but it made no sense. If it was a memory, it certainly wasn't nightmare material. There was nothing that made her feel frightened, no one being hurt, and he would find Milah holding down the lady's school. Unless…
A stone hallway rolled out in front of her, large wooden doors splintered as she walked through, pushed back furniture piled high against them. Killian’s voice echoed against the stone as he rushed down the hall searching for something, doors thrown open, some broken or ripped away from their jamb, others hanging by hinges. Fabric stuck in the splinters of a few; crinoline, lace, and taffeta ripped from gowns, red spattering both on the floor and on fabric. Emma’s breath caught.
"Milah! Where are you love?" Killian threw open a door that fell immediately aside off its bent hinges. The room was upturned as if a whirlwind had blown through. Glass crunched under his boots, books and stray paper littered the floor, the bed was a splintered and bowed beast that Feathers had burst from. Red pooled on parchment, loose on the floor, claw marks gauged deep into a canvas painting of blossoms. Killian made a choked noise, rushing from the room, Emma following as fast as her feet could carry her. Fire met them at the end of a corridor, and they raced through it, leaping out a window onto a parapet as beams crumbled behind them.
Goblin riders spurred horses below them while Emma followed close behind Killian, sliding down tile shingled roofs. Women screamed in the night carried over scaled shoulders, others in burlap bags, and others still were unconscious or dazed, too stunned to fight. Emma barely caught herself as they followed, racing on the stone walls and buttresses, Killian secure in his footing. It was as though he'd done this a thousand times, and maybe he had with how close this was to his home. They landed one after the other on solid ground, Emma stumbling as Killian leapt to catch a rider, pushing him off his horse. The Goblin tumbled from its mount, and Killian freed the woman who had been tied to the bridle at the front.
"Run, run and head north. Tell any other ladies you find to do the same. Be quick, and go!" She ran off with a nod, and he spurred his horse on, just as Emma managed to wrap her arms around his back. The jolt forward had her scrambling to grasp at him, his riding like a man chased by the devourer Gods of legend. He dispatched a Goblin seemingly for a weapon, and another to cut open a bag with his stolen halberd, a ginger haired woman falling free and thanking him while he continued his search.
Up ahead, Emma caught sight of Milah first, her bloodied head and dark hair bright in the moonlight. Time slowed around them. Killian raised the halberd, calling her name, chasing the Goblin pack. He threw the weapon with force, the portal opened up in the ground, horses rearing up as the Goblins grabbed their stolen treasures, jumping into the newly opened nothingness. The halberd sunk into the flank of a horse, the beast screaming madly as it flailed and kicked in agony. Killian barely avoided it while jumping from his mount to run towards the shrinking portal. Milah and her grinning capturer were among the last to jump, laughter falling away as Killian clawed at the dirt where they had been.
Emma stepped down from the horse as it brought her close to him, his screams and cries breaking her. She reached for him, but he spun to stalk towards her, pushing through her, and she fell again. Landing hard, wind rushed out of her mouth just as thunder boomed above her. Lightning lit the sky, and she could see Killian climbing up a rocky outcropping, another strike almost hitting him as rain pelted down.
Emma scrambled to follow, remembering his reaction to the violent thunderstorm at sea. Reaching the top, she could see movement on the summit of the mountain. A fire poured smoke, a figure chanting unintelligible words as lightning crackled. Below cannons fired on the cliff face, the Fae navy in its full regalia just like the pictures she had seen of that night - Oh Gods , that night - it was those few days that led to -
Killian climbed desperately towards the top, slipping and throwing himself forward in single-minded determination. He fought wind, avoided flying tree limbs and branches, found foot holds in rock that could not shelve coins as Emma tried to keep up. A slick boulder pointed skyward, his feet and hands finding purchase with difficulty, but he pulled himself up, reaching up as thunder sounded from exactly above them, his eyes shooting skyward. There was a pause where everything seemed to stop, the entire world going quiet for a single piece of a second.
Lightning struck the boulder, Killian slipping backward into a mud puddle, landing with a heavy thud. Emma gasped, the rain pouring sideways, another bolt illuminating his prone sprawl as something greater than thunder exploded above them with a force that blew Emma from her perch. She caught herself just barely, but felt the air shift. Looking up, she saw it.
The Goblin King had his hands raised to the sky, an opening above him that poured out a spout of pure jet blackness, dark even against the stormy night. It moved, sinewy snake-like tentacles stretching as it pulled down into a groping mass.
The Darkness.
Another bout of lightning flashing blinded Emma, but when she blinked it away the Darkness was gone. Turning, she saw Killian shift up on his elbows as it floated in front of him. Words began to whisper in her head, the voice old and withered. It spoke like birds flying into windows, the creak of leather against skin in punishment, insects being crushed, the dying bleats of an animal in pain - it overpowered her in its hideous sound, but she had to hear its words, its promises and lies.
"I can give you your vengeance… I can help you avenge your lost love, and deal out punishment for those who wronged you. I can make you stronger, better, more powerful than you ever dreamed. I can destroy anything that should stand in your way, anyone who dares to defy you. Give yourself to me, feel the euphoria of everything you seek, every impulse and every anger met with my unstoppable force."
"How?" Killian rasped out, his fingers outstretched.
"Let me choose you as my vessel. Let me give you immortal life. Let us do many terrible and wondrous things together. With you and I sharing your confines, we shall tear the world asunder with your vengeance."
"I will. I will give myself to you." Killian’s hand was engulfed by the blackness, sticky strands of it wrenching themselves down his arm as he howled.
"You were a fool, the one who used to be Killian Jones. You were weak, and worthless." Killian’s body rose, the black mass tearing at him, attacking his throat and eyes. Emma covered her mouth with both hands as she shook her head, his choked noises making her sick. She prayed for this nightmare to end, understanding why it was shown to her. He fell to the ground retching as the voice echoed, "Now you rise as the Dark One."
The sensation of a bug digging at her ear made her claw at her face. Killian did the same, the voice laughing as her senses felt overwhelmed, the urges of something unnatural pushing her in every direction, rage building and hatred growing with every breath. Killian let out a menacing growl, throwing himself up the boulder where he had slipped previously, his foot leaving a crushing imprint as he launched from it. The mountain top was so close and Emma pushed herself to catch up, trailing behind him by only a small distance.
At the summit of the mountain the Goblin King came into view, and Killian ran toward the smiling creature. A pulling feeling sucked the air from Emma's lungs, and she fell to her knees, watching as the King raised a glowing orange, newly forged Dagger to the sky. It steamed in the rain, Killian falling to his knees. The thing inside his head howled like a wild animal with its leg caught in a trap.
The Goblin King only laughed.
"You will do, I suppose. It should have been me, but that is why you come prepared." The King twittered again, stroking a finger along the blade as Killian’s name appeared. "If it can't be me, at least I control the one it is."
Emma felt nausea roil in her stomach. Killian's eyes darted toward where cannons fired from below, cracking against the mountain from the sea. His heart thundered in time with the storm.
"You and I shall have so much fun, pet," the Goblin King purred, holding the Dagger out in front of him like a talisman.
"Dark One. I command you to destroy the entire fleet below. Leave no survivors."
The words echoed, and the thing, the Darkness laughed in delight in the Goblin King’s voice, the sound awful in its menace. Killian took several steps toward the cliff and she stood to join him, surveying the ships below. Her hands touched his own but he did not notice or respond. Blood leaked through his shirt in full color, the wound on his side he sustained in the palace nightmare still there even here. Ripping at her skirt, she tied a few of the driest pieces she could around his shirt, pleased when they stayed.
Touching him had an additional effect. Now she could hear his voice, his pleading and begging to stop; that Liam was below, his brother, not his brother, anyone but his brother, his own life, not his brother's -
You already sold me your life, I've merely extended it. Sorry, Dearie.
This wasn't vengeance, this was not what he was promised, this was -
You said you wanted revenge, your blackheart spoke true and called for its vengeance. Vengeance you shall have. The Dagger will take everything else, carve away all your weaknesses. The Dark One has no time for shame or guilt unless it feeds our purpose.
The Dark One raised his hand, and fire rained from the sky, ships exploding one by one. Somehow she knew fire raged through Killian too, it burned everything but what it needed to ash. Darkness oozed into every barren space erasing all the qualities it deemed useless, all the qualities that wouldn't serve its purposes and the whims of its master.
Your brother died in pain, by your very hand. Milah will die tortured in ways that you cannot fathom. You have failed everyone. What do you feel?
Screams echoed as ships burned, the Dark One floating over the massacre and laughing as he crushed former brothers at arms together. The storm cleared, survivors being killed with sadistic glee by the madman under the Goblin King’s control. As the dawn broke, Emma was forced to move along with what once was Killian; through the wreckage of corpses, the air smoky with ash, and the littered debris. The water was red and thick with blood, just as the legends said.
I feel… nothing.
When the memory seemed to blur and she found herself again in the dark, Emma let herself cry from the sights she had seen. The entirety of knowing what had happened, from the emotions that she was forced to feel and the destruction, catalysts for so much bloodshed - it was too much. Killian appeared out of the gloom, and when he tried to comfort her, she flinched away.
"I'm sorry, I can't, I can't right now -" she sobbed, and he nodded.
"You don't have to be sorry. You don't have to even - I have no way of living with what I've done. I understand if you hate me. I hate me," Killian breathed out, looking at his hands. They trembled, but he slowly closed them, and smiled crookedly. "The worst part is that I enjoyed it. I enjoyed killing all those people. I enjoyed the power, and the destruction I could create. Every time it storms I remember that feeling in my veins and how good it felt, how addictive it was even as my brother lay dead below. I want it back, regardless of all the damage I did - "
"No. The Darkness wants that. You don't. You… I heard you begging for it to stop, I heard you screaming -"
"Are you sure? Are you sure I didn't? How can you be sure I still don't enjoy hurting and killing? It would be so easy to give myself in, to simply…" The bottom dropped out, his hand gripping her wrist tightly as she dangled. "Rip you apart."
Throwing her into the vast darkness, Emma fell screaming, landing on softness. She breathed out, hissing Killian’s name, knowing that they must have been separated. Moving to sit up, the bed creaked below her in the dark.
"No," Emma whispered, shaking her head. "No, no no -"
"Yes." Nil purred from somewhere in the dark.
Emma shrieked, throwing herself from the bed, banging around the room trying to find the escape. Yelling Killian’s name, a hand pulled her back to the bed by her damp hair, tightening the binds that haunted her nightmares.
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Out Of The Woods (1/?)
This multi chap fic has been one that I've wanted to write for a while. I'm hoping to connect a few loose ends, since my series is getting closer to the end. Don't worry, I still got a couple of fics left in me. I'd love to thank @xerxezra whose conversations with me are always inspirational. I'd also like to thank @dorkydisappointment whose writing got my creative juice flowing.
References to the woman in the journal is from What You Found Amongst The Pages.
In this fic the reader tries to uncover the mystery of the artist behind Zeta-7s portrait.
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Chapter 1: A Glimpse Of The Past
For some time, Rick had been looking forward to taking you here; to the middle of nowhere, in the northwest, where enormous pine trees lined the roads, and evergreens could be found as far as the eye could see. Initially, you weren't sure what you were expecting. A Bob Ross worthy getaway perhaps? Maybe, though unlike the paintings done on PBS, there were gas stations and convenience stores which broke the harmony of trees, roads, and sky; as few and far between they were.
The drive itself was fantastic, and the surrounding area was nice, though you had little to no cell phone reception. And since you couldn't pass the time exploring the weird parts of Reddit, you stared out the window while Zeta-7 sang along to silly travel tunes; the kind that kids would enjoy, but we're actually music recommendations from Tall Morty; another good Rick. You giggled when he sang ‘He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes’, but he didn't seem to mind, he was excited.
However, you were curious as to why Google maps couldn't find the address to the place you two were going to, but Rick seemed to know the directions. Honestly, as long as it wasn't like anything you'd saw in Gravity Falls, then it was going to be fine.
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“W-we're here.”
Nope. This couldn't be right. Jumping out of the passenger's seat, you were taken aback and a bit creeped out by the amount of moose statues and decorations which surrounded the place as though to protect it. Could they be part of the security system perhaps? And if they were, was it generally safe to even be here?
“We are? Really?”
“Y-you bet.”
Before your thoughts ran away with the idea, you turned towards him. “Rick, do you need any help with the luggage?”
Opening a portal, he stepped through carrying all the luggage, then reappeared in front of you a few seconds later. “No, it's - I already took care if it.”
It was just like him to be one step ahead of you. How unfair. “Rick, I could've helped you know. I'd hate for you to hurt yourself.”
“True,” he admitted matter of factly. “but if I didn't do it, then I couldn't d-do this.”
To which he then took your hand and pressed a soft kiss on it. “I-I needed to make sure you had a warm hand t-to hold. It's cooler out here th-then it is back home. ”
You gave him a playful shove in return, which made him laugh wholeheartedly before he went on explaining the brief history of this place all the while giving your hand a light squeeze.
The moose lodge, as it was named, looked more like a tacky cabin at the edge of the woods instead of the forgotten shack amidst a family of trees. It was located almost two hours away from the nearest town, and the easiest way to get there was by taking a single dirt road right off the state road twenty miles back; both of you agreed that using his portal gun would've been more convenient. The house itself used to belong to an old colleague of his, but Rick bought it a few decades ago and used it when he wanted to get away from the city, and think about life and so forth; as well as paint. Walking up the steps, he commented, “I-I know it's not much,” unlocking the front door with a moose-shaped key. “but I hope y-you'll like it.”
You really didn't want to tell him that the place looked like a tourist trap, but he stood there, waiting for your approval, nibbling on his bottom lip.
Oh, you didn't like the overwhelming amount of moose decorations, but you smiled nonetheless. “I'm sure I will. I mean, I guess I didn't know what I was expecting, but at least it will be peaceful. Right?”
“Th-that's right.”
Whatever opinions you held about the exterior design, the interior was a different story. When he opened the door, your senses were invaded by the scent of old paint and aged wood, with hints of pine and decades-old smoke. Following right after him, you gasped at the sight of the walls; each inch of wall space covered with paintings. There were scenes and landscapes, hidden figures in the brush, creatures you couldn't begin to describe, flowers, trees, and anything which had and might still be alive; his own private art gallery. With a few clicks on his phone, the curtains opened up, allowing the light to chase away the shadows.
And when the light settled on a particular painting, you walked past him, towards the furthest wall, nearest to the master bedroom, where a large painting hung above the fireplace; it was a portrait of him, done in the romanticism style. “Oh my God. Rick, that's…. did you paint that? I can't believe it, it's amazing.”
“N-n-no, I didn't paint th-that one, but I-I wish I did.”
You found it hard to believe because it captured his essence so perfectly. It was of his form illuminated by the mid-afternoon light, kneeling next to a flowerbed, holding an unopened rose, kissing it gently as though to bless it. His hands were covered in dirt, and his loose fitted, round-collared shirt allowed for a few chest hairs to peek out. As always, when he was around his plants, he was in this trance-like, reverent state; the quintessence of his being; peaceful and alluring in the fact that he didn't seem so broken. The closer you stood to this work of art, the more you felt as though you were staring at a historical figure rather than a throwback photo of your boyfriend.
The posture featured you'd seen him do on multiple occasions, when he took a moment to meditate, appreciating the beauty of life, and all once, you were envious of the one who got to see him this way, taking their sweet time, appreciating the inner beauty of this soft, tender, but complex man. It also reminded you that Zeta-7 had been young once, and handsome even though he thought otherwise. Touching your shoulder lightly, he sighed. “I-I know. Time hasn't been kind t-t-to me.”
“What are you talking about? You look great, but I can't believe this is the first time I'm seeing this. It's gorgeous.”
“Gee, that's - th-thank you.”
“When was this done? You look so young there.”
“Hohoho, not - not that young. It um - it was painted a-about thirty years ago, by a very good friend of-of mine.”
A good friend? Rick didn't have many good friends. “Were they an artist?” you wondered.
Scratching the back of his neck, he avoided your gaze. “While she'd never claim t-t-to be, I thought she was. I um - why don't y-you make yourself comfortable while I make us s-something t-to eat.”
She? You had many other questions you wanted to ask, but knowing him and how he changed the subject, it seemed that that was the end of that; for now. “Okay,” you acquiesced, determined to bring it up at the first opportunity. “but can I pick any room I want?”
“Out of the two bedrooms? Sure g-go ahead.”
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After a simple dinner, you two went for a walk. There was a slight chill in the air, but thankfully you had a sweater and a warm hand to hold as you two followed the trail. You were glad to find that you were in better shape than you had anticipated, but that's what adventuring with a mad scientist will do. Here and there he found mushrooms which he took note of to return for later, and at some point, you climbed a tree, much to his disbelief, and teased him to come after you; he did, but you received a scolding which he then after profusely apologized for.
Later, after returning, you delighted in a warm bath and thought it would be a good time to unpack. Rick had disappeared somewhere around this time, which made you wonder if he had an underground lab here. Casually, you walked past the living room, with no intention of stopping but that larger than life painting caught your eye again. Unlike the other paintings along the walls, there was no artist signature. Hmm, what a tease the artist must've been.
In comparison, Rick hadn't changed very much over the years, except for the wrinkles of course and well his hair used to be darker. Still, you couldn't help but stare at that painting, envious of this old friend of his he had mentioned. Who was she? Was she beautiful? Did she love him too?
You thought more about it as you unpacked your stuff in the small bedroom next to the art room. It wasn't so far fetched to believe that he could've had his fair share of lovers, but then you had yet to see any feminine influences about his house except for a few treasured belongings of his mother. There was the woman from his journal, but he never brought it up and you had never confessed to having invaded his privacy, so you still weren't at liberty to do so. How was it that after all this time, there was still this bloom of mystery about him? Well, because he was humble and reserved, and only shared information which wouldn't hurt him.
Oh well. You'd have to get over it someday, but was it so wrong to be jealous of someone you never met?
TBC
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