#i think after that he would be comfortable with letting you test drive his given name maybe

[tricitymonsters]

Totally understand where anon was coming from and that there are cultural boundaries, but just to clarify, even in deep romance Mori still wouldn’t want to be called Kaito even in private by MC?

I do think there's a point where it becomes appropriate and more comfortable for mori but it's a Really Far Down the Line thing. Like I know he's not really the type to set heavy weight on marriage but I think he has to really trust MC is there for the long haul and is committed to putting in the work a really long term relationship needs. I also think it would probably be after MC has the opportunity to meet his family too. Mori chronically tries to keep ALLLL his emotional baggage and conflict out of his day to day life so it will be a long journey to the point where he feels that open with MC but I do think it could happen, especially with an MC who's patient and hits it off with his dad when they finally meet him. So not a Marriage Only thing but it definitely requires a significant milestone in commitment.

[springwitch26]

flowers and firsts (melissa schemmenti x fem!reader)

summary: being the gracious friend you are, you offer to share your weed with melissa and jacob for a fun friday night at their place. when jacob goes to bed, things get heated between you and your favorite coworker.

warnings: smut (18+), consensual high sex, recreational marijuana use (be responsible), strap-ons, praise kink, vibrators, soft melissa, stoner reader, attempts at comedy (it's a fun fic guys), mario kart 8 GONE SEXUAL

notes: happy 4/20. this wasn't requested, but my OCD is beating the fuck out of me rn and writing it brought me comfort. let me know what you think. much love from your favorite slutty stoner 💚

"i know kids are curious, but eighth grade is a bit early to try weed, right?" jacob bounced his leg anxiously as he raised the question to his friends in the teachers' lounge. one of his students had just been suspended for bringing marijuana to school, and jacob was characteristically worried about the kid.

"i started in tenth grade, but teenagers are growin' up younger and younger these days," melissa responded. barbara raised her eyebrows in shock, and melissa reacted with an amused half-smile. "like trouble over here. when was your first time, hon?"

you tried to ignore the innuendo as melissa invited you into the conversation. you had been hired to teach the third grade a few months ago. you and melissa had a rapport from the first moment you walked into the lounge. every time you were in a room together, you made each other laugh. melissa made you feel at ease in your new workplace, and you felt lucky to have her.

because you both got along so well, ava often paired you up for team-building exercises and combined-class activities. the two of you weren't exactly close friends yet, but you had chemistry. that much was obvious to everyone at abbott.

"tenth grade for me, too," you answered between sips of your morning coffee. "a friend and i did it in the bathroom before art class. good memories."

"what, did you have some kinda fancy vape pen?" melissa cocked an eyebrow at you.

"i wouldn't call it fancy, but yeah, we mostly smoked carts," you explained. "bought 'em from the upperclassmen in the parking lot before school. i'm pretty sure they weren't pure weed, though. we had to be smoking battery acid, or plastic or something."

"god, your generation is weird. smokin' chemicals out of a flash drive," melissa said, gesturing wildly to convey her amazement. "the first time i got high was in detention. my buddy steve would sneak in and bring us cigarettes and blunts. they all looked the same, so we played russian roulette with it. now everybody walks around with those neon devices in their pockets."

"i can't tell if you're being serious or if you're referencing the breakfast club," you giggled, nudging the redhead's shoulder jokingly as you sat down next to her.

"ha ha, very funny, little miss," melissa deadpanned. you had asked her to stop calling you "kid" a few weeks ago. she respected your wishes by coming up with all sorts of endearing synonyms to call you instead. "what about you, jacob? you used to vape—ever experimented with mary jane?"

"or mark john?" you added. melissa snorted and gave you a playful swat on the arm.

"no, actually, i haven't," jacob said, rolling his eyes at your quip. "i didn't have many friends in high school or college, and after that i had to be drug tested regularly for teachers without borders. i never got the chance."

"well, if you ever feel like trying something new, i have plenty to share," you offered. "can't have you over at my place, though; every time i bring guests around, my crazy neighbor thinks they're cia operatives."

everyone in the room except melissa gave you a shocked look. barbara looked especially aghast, her brightly painted lips curled into an 'o' shape.

"damn, i thought janine was the only after-school stoner here. what a pleasant surprise!" ava broke the silence.

"i suppose i would partake given one of those weed pens you mentioned," jacob said to you. "the only thing i've been vaping lately is air, and it gets stale after a while."

"oh no, i haven't used a cart since high school," you clarified. "if you're smoking with me, you're smoking. don't worry, it's easy. just like vaping, but better in every way."

"first of all, no smoke circle is happening under my roof without me." melissa chimed in, looking at you with a silent question in her eyes. you nodded—of course you wanted her there. "and second, where do you even get the weed? if you buy the legal stuff from new york or massachusetts, you're not bringin' it to my house."

"i wouldn't dream of it," you affirmed. "i only smoke authentic philly weed. don't worry about it; i got a guy."

---

that friday night, you showed up on melissa's doorstep wearing a casual t-shirt dress, with a tote bag full of goodies slung over your shoulder. jacob was the one to answer the door.

"hey! come on in, melissa's making pizza," he said cheerfully, a bit jittery with anticipation.

you followed jacob inside and found melissa leaning over the kitchen island, smiling fondly at you. she was wearing sweatpants and a loose-fitting striped shirt, with her hair loose and a bit messy from cooking. she looked radiant and comfortable.

"you know, the pizza will taste better if we smoke before dinner," you proposed.

"bold of you to assume my pizza could taste any better," melissa joked back.

"i'm game," jacob said. "i want the full marijuana experience."

"in that case, help me set up," you said to the history teacher. "i want you to see how everything works."

you laid the contents of your tote bag out on the island countertop: a ziploc baggie full of flower, a little purple grinder, a holographic pink bowl, and a yellow lighter with white flowers on it.

"jacob, this is a grinder," you said, uncapping the grinder and opening the ziploc bag. "we're gonna use it to break up the flower into little pieces."

"oh wow, that is... pungent," jacob remarked. he watched as you ground up the weed, then handed the pink glass bowl to him.

"and this is a bowl, or a pipe if you're lame," you said. "you wanna do the honors?"

jacob grinned and reached into the grinder, bouncing excitedly on his heels. you put a hand on his shoulder to steady him. he filled the bowl, looking to you for approval several times while he did it.

"awesome, we're ready," you said. melissa placed her pizza in the oven and joined the circle.

"let's take it out on the patio," melissa suggested.

she led you and jacob out to the patio, a small ledge overlooking the city with three chairs conveniently set up in a tight circle. it was 7pm and the sun had just begun its descent, casting philadelphia in an orange glow.

the three of you sat down. you held the bowl up to your lips and moved to light it, but melissa snatched the lighter from your hand. she leaned in and held the flame to the bowl, her face inches from yours. you tried to concentrate on the task at hand, rather than her painted lips or her vivid green eyes dancing all over you.

you took a long inhale of the smoke and blew it up toward the sky. melissa plucked the bowl out of your hand and took a hit. she held the smoke in her lungs for an impressive amount of time for someone who didn't smoke regularly. she passed the still-lit bowl to jacob.

as soon as jacob took his hit, you knew it was gonna hurt. he overestimated his own lung capacity, and he didn't even finish blowing the smoke out before he was coughing.

"happens to everybody, pal," melissa patted jacob's back to ease his pain.

"ugh!" jacob sputtered between coughs. "why didn't you guys tell me smoking hurts?"

---

several rotations later, the three of you were high. well, you and melissa were high; jacob was outright fried. not altogether unexpected, but funny as hell.

when melissa's pizza was done, you all resolved to eat outside so you could watch the sunset together.

"this is heavenly, mel," you moaned after a delicious bite of the pizza.

"ha!" jacob exclaimed, and you and melissa turned to him, confused. meeting melissa's gaze, he threw his arms up in the air—like he expected her to understand what he meant by that one noise. "she stole two syllables from your name. you can't just take syllables, y/n. they're not yours."

"since when do you care about private property rights?" you quipped back before turning your attention to melissa. "i'm serious though. this pizza is sooo good. like last-meal-on-death-row good."

"keep talkin' sweet like that, and you can call me whatever you want," melissa replied with a wink, sending a flood of warmth to your face.

"what were we talking about? just now?" jacob chimed in, his eyes wide and darting every which way.

"... i actually don't know," you said with a giggle. you tried to remember, you really did. but you could feel melissa's eyes on you, and you heard her words echoing in your head. and it was hard to focus on anything else.

"short term memory loss! add that to the list of things you guys didn't warn me about," jacob scoffed.

"jacob, eat your damn pizza," melissa cut in. a peaceful smile graced her lips as she stared out at the city skyline, now a twilight blue in the absence of the sun. "i've missed this feeling, everythin' all fuzzy and light. how are you holding up, lovebug?"

your heart fluttered at the endearing name. melissa, it seemed, wore her heart on her sleeve when she was high—judging by the adoring way she gazed at you while she awaited your response. maybe the weed was messing with your head, but you swore she'd never looked so beautiful.

her eyes lacked any trace of the fire you were used to seeing (though they were quite red). for once, she wasn't on guard. her plump lips curled around her wine glass as she took a sip of merlot, vocalizing her sensual appreciation with a hum.

her long auburn hair was tucked behind her ears, resting on her shoulders in loose waves instead of her preferred meticulous curls. you wanted to run your fingers through her locks, feel their softness and smell her shampoo.

entranced by the redhead, you forgot she had asked you a question. melissa tapped your knee in reminder.

"i feel perfect," was your soft reply. you were beaming brightly before the sentence even finished. rather than sitting in a chair, you felt like you were floating on a cloud. the colors of melissa's patio and the sky blended together in a beautiful, swirling mosaic. the sounds of the city were clear and pleasant as philly wound down for the night. "i'm so happy."

"glad to hear it, sunshine. but i'm pretty sure jacob is asleep," melissa chuckled and patted the man's shoulder. he didn't stir, remaining slumped and conked out in his chair. "he's been losin' sleep over the kid who got suspended. bending over backwards trying to keep 'em on track."

"oh gosh," you said sympathetically before patting jacob a bit more firmly than melissa had. "jacob, hey. c'mon, it's time for bed. get up, go get cozy."

your words were slurred and hushed, but they seemed to pierce the veil of jacob's slumber as he awoke with a start.

melissa stood behind jacob's chair, gently rocking it back and forth to bring him back to the conscious world.

"can't go to bed, we just started," jacob grumbled, but his eyes were still closed. he was dangerously close to falling asleep again.

"from the looks of it, you're either gonna spend the night sleepin' in this chair or in your bed, so get up," melissa said resolutely.

"yeah, and besides, there's always next time," you assured jacob as he stretched and groaned his way into an upright position. you made eye contact with melissa, and this time you winked.

---

after helping jacob into bed (his motor skills really deteriorated when he got high) and smoking another bowl together, you and melissa were ready to continue your night.

"alright, sweetheart, it's down to you and me," melissa said, sitting down next to you on the couch. "what do you wanna do?" you pondered the question, looking around the room for inspiration.

"oh my god, you have a nintendo switch?" you asked excitedly, gesturing to the black tablet plugged in next to the cable box.

"that's jacob's. he showed me one of the games on there—animal crossing, i think it was. i don't get it. why play a game if you can't win?"

"alright, i know what we have to do now," you said, walking over to jacob's game cabinet and pulling out mario kart 8. holding the case up for melissa to see, you grinned. "four races. whoever wins gets whatever she wants from the other."

you were distantly aware of the implications, but you were too high to reconsider what you'd proposed.

you figured melissa would want something from your thoroughly decorated classroom if she won. if you won, you'd ask her to make you a custom pizza.

"you have no idea what you just started, hon," melissa said with a confident smirk.

"may the best woman win."

---

how the hell was she so good at everything?

melissa had needed some time to warm up to the switch controls, complaining about how the little red rectangle was too small to hold comfortably. but she was a quick learner with skilled fingers, and soon she was absolutely demolishing you.

it also didn't help that your coordination escaped you when you were high. you had driven off of too many ledges to count.

"two wins in a row for luigi," melissa bragged as she crossed the finish line of the third race. "hope you're ready to give me whatever i want, princess. don't think i forgot about our bet."

"daisy won the first race," you pointed out calmly. "i can still bring it back. but you know what this last race has to be?"

"what?"

"rainbow road. it's the perfect final showdown course," you explained, navigating to the course with your controller.

"get ready to be mine for a night," melissa said lowly. god, you knew she was talking about the bet, but she knew damn well what she was doing. by this point your panties were almost uncomfortably wet.

you leaned into her unconsciously as the race countdown began. you both held your controllers tight, almost shoulder to shoulder.

3...

2... (you push down the gas pedal button)

1...

GO!!!

daisy took off with a boost of speed thanks to your timing. luigi had a false start as his engine blew out. you cheered, and melissa cursed.

"how the fuck do you do that?" she asked, exasperated.

"play the game!" you demanded without looking away from the screen.

the competition was intense. you and melissa weaved around curves, nearly fell off the road, passed and bumped each other. neither one of you spoke until lap 3.

coming up on one of the last turns of the last lap, your hands jerked and you swerved. reacting on instinct, you bent your arms dramatically in the other direction to overcorrect.

melissa's arm bumped into yours, sending your controller flying out of your hands.

"hey!" you said, thinking she was cheating.

"hey yourself," she said, her eyes still fixed on the screen.

if she was gonna play dirty, so were you. you thrust your arm forward to grab her controller. but she saw you coming from a mile away. effortlessly, she shifted the controller into her left hand alone and held it up and out of your reach.

desperately competitive (and stupid high), you launched yourself toward the controller. you'd stop at nothing to get even. before you could snatch it out of her grasp, though, your balance faltered. you fell out of your position and started to fall backwards off the couch.

melissa dropped the controller and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you back up before you could hurt yourself. there was only one problem with this heroic act.

you were in her lap now.

her hands remained clasped at the small of your back, and your balance shifted forward. you put your arms out for stability, and wrapped them around her neck.

"careful, don't hurt your pretty head," melissa cooed. the two of you stared at each other for a moment. she surged forward and pressed her lips to yours.

if sitting outside with her felt like floating, kissing her and feeling her body against yours felt like riding the ocean waves. but unlike the atlantic, she was warm. you relaxed into her warmth as her tongue licked into your mouth.

you felt her tongue everywhere. in response to her, you gave a few tentative kitten licks. she moaned, she moaned, and pulled back before giving you one last kiss on the lips.

she stared at you with heated eyes for a while before switching her focus to the tv.

"look, baby," she said smugly while gesturing to the tv screen, where luigi was driving victory laps after placing first on rainbow road. "i won. you remember what that means?"

it was a fair question, considering how many conversations you forgot happened tonight. still, you nodded shyly and bit your lip.

"smart girl," melissa praised. "can you guess what i want from you?"

you shook your head no with a frown. melissa beamed and kissed you on the forehead. then she leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"i wanna touch you everywhere. i wanna hear your pretty voice moan my name and see your face scrunch up when you come. i want you to feel me all over you, and i want you to spend the rest of your life craving that feeling," melissa said her piece all at once, as if revealing a long-buried secret to you and herself.

you swallowed.

"would you let me do that?"

you nodded, pressing your forehead against hers.

"i need to hear you say it," she said softly, so softly you almost missed it.

"i want you, melissa. i have since the day we met."

that was all the confirmation melissa needed to attack your face and neck with kisses.

"sorry, let me just," melissa said as she pulled away abruptly and reached for the tv remote. she changed it to cable mode and navigated to the jazz music channel. "there we go, perfect."

"you're ridiculous," you giggled upon seeing melissa's proud face.

"honey," she leaned in to nip at your ear before whispering, "watch your mouth. you wanna be on my good side tonight, trust me."

you shuddered and wiggled in her lap, aching for her touch. a slow grin spread across her face and her hands found your legs, running up your thighs and lightly dragging her nails along your skin. they soon made their way up your waist to your breasts, cupping and squeezing them. melissa even took two fingernails and circled your nipples teasingly, to which you squeaked.

"do you know how many times i thought about havin' you like this?" melissa whispered. her voice was sweet like molasses and flowed right through you. you could feel your nipples tingling where her fingers had been, swimming in a bubble of desire. "in my lap, all whiny and squirmy."

she pinched your nipple and you keened. you held your breath as her hands once again traveled to your thighs, making a beeline for your core.

"and now i got my angel in my arms," she said, gently spreading your legs for better access. you sucked in a breath and trembled when her palm caressed you through your panties. "but i gotta say, even in my imagination you were never this wet for me."

she punctuated the sentence by pressing her pointer finger on your clit through the fabric, drawing tiny circles. you gasped and hid your face in her neck. the high made every touch feel like it rippled through your whole body. the world felt like it had been knocked off its axis, and melissa was your new center of gravity.

"aw, don't be embarrassed, babygirl. it's cute you're so sensitive," melissa soothed, easing you out of the crook of her neck to face her again. she trailed her fingers down to swirl around your wetness under your panties. "let me take care of you, yeah?"

---

a few minutes later, you were spread out on melissa's bed, naked save for your (now useless) panties. she'd practically carried you to her room as you were baked and horny and unable to walk straight.

in spite of your writhing and needy whines, the redhead took her time to savor you. she kissed every inch of your torso before she even considered taking your panties off, mumbling sweet nothings between love bites.

when she finally pulled away to admire her work, the view did not disappoint. you were panting and covered in melissa's marks, and god, you were her favorite piece of art ever created. all hers.

"alright, sweet girl, i know," she cooed as you continued to plead for her touch with your best pout and puppy eyes. unable to resist you, melissa hooked two fingers in the waistband of your panties. "i'm gonna slip these off ya, okay? there, down they go."

melissa discreetly tucked the saturated material into her pocket. not as a trophy or proof of her conquest; rather, a token from the first of many magical nights with her girl. she would treasure it.

she wasted no time getting situated between your legs so she was face-to-face with your pussy. she inhaled deeply, basking in the heady aroma of your arousal. you overwhelmed her senses. everything she saw, everything she smelled, everything she felt, everything she thought—it was all one big, bottomless pool of you. and there was only one sense left for you to conquer.

the first drag of her tongue up your slit set you ablaze, flames licking from your core all the way to your extremities and your head. she let out a small noise of appreciation, and you felt it more than you heard it.

"you taste like fuckin' heaven," melissa rumbled between determined licks through your folds. her comment reminded you of the pizza, and you found yourself amused at how much things had changed in just a few hours.

"last-meal-on-death-row good?" you joked, and melissa seized the moment of levity to latch onto your clit. you cried out before remembering jacob was sleeping in the next room. you clapped a hand over your mouth.

"mhmmmmm," she moaned in agreement, and the vibrations on your bundle felt incredible. "but if you're still crackin' jokes, i'm not doin' my job."

with that, she shut you up completely. her tongue poked at your clit between harsh sucks. your back arched and melissa changed her strategy, prodding at your entrance with her tongue while her fingers took over on your clit. when her tongue penetrated you, you bit down on your hand to keep from screaming.

"i said i wanna hear you, remember?" melissa pulled out to chastise you.

"but jacob—" you managed.

"is passed out. he's dead to the world. now sing for me, angel," melissa's tongue dove back into your weeping cunt and lapped at your walls. you wailed her name.

"oh, mel, right—ahhh—there!" you mewled as her tongue teased your most sensitive spot. now that she'd located her target, melissa changed her play once again. two fingers replaced her tongue and crooked into your g-spot while her mouth returned to your clit. "close..."

melissa nodded her permission, her mouth busy with your button. with another hard roll of your clit between her lips and drive of her fingers into your sweet spot, you fell apart. you moaned and cried unbidden as she worked you through your orgasm, which felt twice as powerful thanks to the intoxication factor. your body shook in the grip of seemingly endless waves of heat.

your climax eventually died down and you squirmed away from melissa's touch. your mouth opened in dismay when instead of staying by your side, she stood up and disappeared into her closet.

after a short while, the older woman reappeared by your side. she was now nude and sporting a long, girthy strap-on. she placed a few other items on the nightstand, but you couldn't tear your eyes away from the thick faux cock. unless it was to look at her gorgeous tits, which swung with her every move. she was a goddess.

"okay, sweets, i'm gonna spell this out nice and slow because i know your brain is a little messy right now," she said as she crawled on top of you. "i'm gonna fuck you with my strap. and i know it's so big, but i have this to help you take it."

melissa reached over to the nightstand and retrieved a green mini wand vibrator. her intentions were clear, and you gulped. the redhead peppered kisses all over your face in reassurance.

"now relax, little love. let me in," melissa instructed as the wand buzzed to life. she smeared your wetness around your clit with her fingers, then pulled back its hood to position the vibrator tightly against your nub. even the lowest setting was a shock at such a direct angle.

while you were distracted trying to adjust to the clitoral stimulation, melissa aligned the tip of the dildo with your entrance and pushed in. you both groaned, and you felt yourself stretch around the toy. melissa turned up the vibrations on your clit as she progressed to being fully seated inside you.

"that's a good girl, so brave," melissa cooed. you thrashed underneath her, the sensations overstimulating you. the pain of the intrusion staved off a powerful orgasm from the wand vibrator.

again, you wondered if the drugs were messing with your mind—the dildo felt indistinguishable from a part of mel's body, and you were full to the brim of her.

as she began to rock her hips back and forth, you saw her bite her lip. you assumed that the strap had some kind of clit attachment for her based on the telltale signs of pleasure.

melissa built up a steady rhythm and drank in your pathetic sounds of pleasure. her tits swung in your face with every thrust, and you made a mental note to give them proper attention next time. with another tactical increase to the wand's speed, you felt yourself approaching the edge once more.

"you gettin' close? yeah, i can tell. feels too good to hide it, huh bunny?" that was a new one. you clenched at her words and she set the wand to its maximum power, rubbing it up and down on your clit. your vision went white and you spun out of reality as you came. "that's my girl. good little princess, coming so hard for me."

with a few more thrusts, melissa also came to a release. she shuddered and shimmied her hips at random while she rode it out. as soon as she recovered, she turned off the green wand and relieved you. next, she eased herself out of and off of you.

with a chaste peck to your lips, she sat upright and reached for the nightstand. she smiled at your fucked-out expression as she laid out the pajamas she'd picked out for you.

you watched in awe as she took off the strap and put on her own sleep clothes. her red hair was wild from the night's activities and glowed like a warm hearth against the white backdrop of her walls.

in your state, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with melissa and fall asleep. but she insisted that you get ready for bed so that you'd be comfortable through the night. she guided you into the bathroom and gave you a new toothbrush to use.

returning to the bedroom, you found a silky green nightgown with flowers on it waiting on the bed for you. given your exhausted and intoxicated state, melissa had to help you into it. neither of you minded. as a reward for your cooperation, she gave you a kiss.

the two of you snuggled into bed, tucked in together with you curled up against her chest. the tides of slumber lapped at your feet.

"g'night, lovebug," melissa whispered as you drifted off. "sleep well. see you in the morning."

and tomorrow would be the first of a lifetime of tomorrows waking up in her arms.

[onlyjaeyun]

I can’t stop thinking about angry sex with jake because someone was jealous and attention starved (real) but then reviving the warmest and softest aftercare, like him holding you close to his chest and playing with your hair and calling you his princess with his thick accent after saying and calling you the most vile and loathsome words imaginable to man. GAH DAMN IM SO DOWN BAD 🫠

-🗝️

URGH YES!!! (deffo not my best and barely any dialogue but mostly bc i have a similar full length fic in the making so stay tuned!🎀🧸)

— cw: jealousy, possessiveness, sugarcoated degradation, slight mean dom!jake, name calling but super cute aftercare

It's so not like Jake to lash out or go absolutely crazy because of his jealousy because he's confident and trusts you, yet some people just like to test their luck and after the two of you hadn't seen each other in a while because you both got busier at work, he's been on the edge already and this particular night out was just the last push.

But he can't help himself. Not only has he missed everything about you, he also just had to watch the way one guy after the other asked for your number or to dance with you, suddenly turning one of his best friend's birthday party into an event he wished would have gotten cancelled.

Jake tries his very best to stay calm and composed but by the time you politely reject the fourth guy within ten minutes, he's made up his mind. He has to take you home and claim what belongs to him, there's absolutely no other way for him to get over these heavy feelings in his veins and to his luck, you're more than just happy to oblige.

To you, the drive home is comfortable and quiet, your shared playlist running quietly in the background as you enjoy the coolness of the perfect summer night, not realising your boyfriend's been tolding onto the steering wheel like his life depends on it.

By the time you get home, however, jaeyun is quick to let you know exactly how he feels. Gently pushes you against the wall in the hallway, pretty hand firmly wrapped around your neck as he presses his whole body against yours and you finally take notice of the bulge in his pants.

But you're not given the time to actually process it all, as jake pulls you into a sloppy kiss, sucking on your tongue and harshly biting your bottom lip until you're too weak to keep the strength in your legs and he actually doesn't stop you from falling onto your knees.

Jake's quick to unbotton his pants and gently tap the leaking tip of his cock against your cheeks and your pretty lips, his eyes hooded and dark as they watch the way you don't hesitate to wrap your fingers around his big cock and give his angey tip a quick kitten lick.

"Don't tease me, baby", Jake finally speaks uftee keeping quiet for over thirty minutes and you whimper as soon ss you hear his voice, "i'm not in the mood for more teasing. let me fuck that pretty face of yours yeah?"

Spends a good amount of time thrusting his cock into your pretty mouth, makes sure you take it all becaude he knowd you can, you're his good girl after, yet gives you the time to gasp for air every time you gently tap against his wrist.

Jaeyun's never been one to go too rough on you in bef but after gicing it a few tries both of you have started enjoying it to the fullest, establishing lines and rules, setting boundaries and quickly clearing out any questions to make sure it all goes smoothly.

And that's why he doesn't hesitate to push your face into the mattres, flipping your stupidly short skirt over your ass and revealing your pretty cunt to his hungry eyes, yet not wasting any more time on foreplay. Usually Jake never passes the opportunity to bury his face in your pussy but he can't take it anymore.

Every pore in his body is screaming for the feeling of your tight walls hugging his thick cock in ways only you've managed to make him feel, and before your fucked out brain can even handle every touch of his, you let out a loud gasp at the sudden stretch from his thick tip.

"J-Jaeyun", you whisper and reach around yourself to hold onto his wrist, only for him to take both of yours into one of his big hands and hold them against your lower back.

"You can take it, pretty girl", he hisses and pushes another inch inside of your pretty cunt, trying his very best to stay calm because even if he's mad, jake would never want you to be in actual pain, "gotta fuck and fill this pretty pussy up or I'm going to go crazy."

And that's when you manage to realise that this is not your usual boyfriend but a version you're rather not so used to, yet definitely take liking in whenever he does appear. Jake might not like his own jealous side, but you've come to love it because not a night like this has passed where he didn't fuck you to sleep from how eager and angry he was.

This one is definitely not an exception. His thrusts are harssh and fast, pretty hands roaming your body and roughly groping every bit of flesh they find as he lands spank after spank on your sore cheeks, pushing you deeper and deeper into the sweet haze of your pleasure. His deep grunts and guttural moans quickly meet your high pitched and breathy ones in the thick air of your shared bedroom and if it wasn't for the way he was pounding you into the mattress, you would have paid much more attention to his sweet noises.

Jake loses himself in the feeling of your tight cunt, profanities and promises falling past his swollen lips as he talks about all the things he wanted to do to yoj with those fuckers watching, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as soon as he feels you clenching harder around him because of his possessive words.

You have absolutely no idea how long he fucks you or how many times you cum before he does but by the time he finally pulls you flat up against his sweat covered chest, hand wrapped around your throat and hips quickly snapping up to fuck himself deeper inside of you, you're almost completely gone.

He cums with a loud, raspy moan if your name and three thick spurts of his cum coating the inside of your cunt in the prettiesg shades of white, leaving him absolutely breathless and finally ridden of all those negative feelings.

but he wouldn't be your jake if he didn't run you a bath and massaged your back afterwards, littering your whole body in kisses and praising you for doing so well and taking everything he's given you like the good girl you are. derinitely wakes you up to make up for his lack of head from earlier and also because he can't go to sleep without your cum coating his tongue, promising to go easy on you only for you to feel even more sore by the time you finally fall asleep in his strong arms 🥺

[fandoms-in-law]

Ophelia's Son: Addams Visiting

Author's note: I'm not going to let Cleopatra actually visit Hawkins. I'm pretty sure the Party would immediately kill her. Also I do have more ideas to play with in this world so I'm not saying it's over forever, just for now.

Summary: A storm is forecast for Hawkins so what better time for the Addams Family to come and visit

Continuing on from Ophelia's Son Smoking What Will Grow and Abigail

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There was a storm due. Steve had been debating since hearing about it whether he should invite everyone over for a sleepover or just prepare to drive through the storm fetching anyone who got upset. Robin and Eddie had already invited themselves over and had been laughing together about his worrying.

The knock at the door stopped the laughter and had them all glancing to the closet he’d stored the nail bat in. Steve chuckled at the realisation they’d all done it and went to answer the door without grabbing it.

“Hello, um, Aunt Morticia and everyone. Come in. I didn’t know you were visiting.” Steve blinked at the half dozen people stood on his doorstep, including the giant carrying all the suitcases.

“Good lad, Steve. We saw the weather forecast and simply had to come.” Gomez greeted, shaking his hand rapidly before he’d held it out. “Lurch will bring everything in but you’ve got some wonderfully ominous woods Wednesday was begging to explore on the drive through. Hope you don’t mind us arriving then going out for a walk immediately.”

“In a storm?” Eddie asked, sceptically.

Morticia beamed at him, “Of course. What better weather. And the moon is full too which is wonderful for the skin when it spears through.”

“We’ll prepare rooms for you all while you explore then.” Steve agreed easily, letting Lurch past.

He would definitely need more blankets if the party needed comfort through the storm now, but extra company wasn’t a bad thing at all.

/\

Morticia had been close to frowning as she took in the Harrington house, but forced a smile for Steve, saying, “Oh it’s got a Je ne sais quoi about it, charmingly but far too bland.”

“Tish! That’s French!” Gomez stumbled out of his chair ceasing her arm to start ravishing it.

After a moment of watching this Steve looked away a little awkwardly, “Um, I’ve set up spare rooms for you. Yours is top of the stairs, second to the right. If you want privacy or, you know.”

“Much obliged,” Gomez agreed, now carrying Morticia up the stairs, kissing the back of her neck when he could. “We’ll talk later.”

“Steve, remind me never to speak anything other than English around any and all Addams’s from now on.” Robin asked after they’d heard the door shut. Granmama’s insistence that they’re in love over some Russian made a lot more sense if that was Gomez’s reaction to French. She did not want to test if it applied to other people speaking foreign languages or not.

Steve glanced at her, smirking, “I might be suffocating you if you do. Just to avoid whatever love dust is.” He snickered to hear Eddie’s yelp as he’d been finishing off the rooms somehow.

“Glad we agree.” She nodded briskly, “Now how are we going to make the kids witness that so they’ll stop trying to set us up?”

“I’ve got some French cook books I think,” He said after a moment, deciding to ignore the possibility of it occurring that night or just because of the kids nosiness about his relatives now, "Could do a family dinner.”

“Perfect.”

In the reactions of his Aunt and Uncle Steve had momentarily forgotten that there were also two kids staying with him. Granted they’d both quickly gone to entertain themselves and each other but he was usually more alert over anyone younger given his kids likelihood to get into deadly situations.

He was reminded of them by Pugsley coming through frowning. “Cousin Steve, you don’t have any tunnels yet.”

“No Pugsley, I’ve not found any.” He answered mostly hoping he wasn’t about to be told about Upside Down tunnels again. Having it happen once with Dustin was beyond enough/

“We’ll start making them now.” Wednesday offered, climbing out of the closet, cuddling a headless doll and his nail-bat. “Any pipes to avoid?”

Steve reached to take the nail-bat back, sighing, “Try the office for house plans cause I don’t know.”

“Thank you.” Robin shared a glance at him as the kids ran off. Neither had to speak to know they were both wondering if kids really were just looking for ways to die all the time and how neither of them had done that.

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The storm passed without any of the Party asking for comfort beyond radio confirmation everyone was okay and Steve now wished it was still going.

Gomez had declared after breakfast that it was time he got Steve acquainted with Zen Yogi and flipped into a headstand.

“That will hurt my flowers. Are there any other poses?” Steve asked, hand going to his hair and the sunflowers that he’d kept growing through the few experiments they’d done since the first one.

“Well, yes, but this is the most important one to master.” Gomez genially explained, somewhere he’d gotten a newspaper to read and had pulled a cigar out of his pocket, already lit somehow. “At least try it once. It’s wonderful for inner strength building.”

Eddie laughed, “Steve does need to work on his core muscles.”

“Nope, no more jokes like that.” Steve knelt, eyes narrowed as he worried over the flowers he was increasingly fond of. “If it damages my flowers, I’m stopping.”

He had done a few headstands before but not often so took a moment to get stable, during which Morticia clapped her hands together with a joyful noise, “Wonderful and if I may say, I’m thrilled to see such variety of plants growing. Ophelia always stayed so limited with daisies when there are much more delightful plants.”

Her warm tone had something in Steve relaxing, a worry they’d dislike or judge him over the flowers dissolving. “It’s become an experiment for the kids, testing what will grow. I’m pretty sure Dustin has theories over what should grow well in brains as well as what soil type my head it.”

“Gardeners?” Morticia sounded pleasantly surprised about the experiments. “Oh I wish I’d known. I’d have brought Cleopatra with us. She is a dear vine.”

“Maybe if you visit again you could bring her.” Steve decided not to question a plant being spoken about like a person. After all some of the ones growing on his head definitely felt like that to him now.

He came out of the headstand when the conversation seemed to have ended, immediately checking the hallway mirror to see if the plants and flowers were okay. Seeing they were he relaxed and moved to curl up between Robin and Eddie for the rest of the afternoon.

[sp0o0kylights]

[gasps] number 10 you had me at steddissy!!

Fun Facts about Patchworks, it and Chokechain where the two fics I was like "I'm not gonna post these until theyre complete theyre so close!!" and then posted parts of anyway lmao. Patchworks ended up needing a bit more than Chokechain did to finish it out but she's close.

This one also hasn't gotten The Red Pen of death Editing yet.

Snippet:

"I can't fucking belive this." Robin hisses, and Steve just sighs. 

"How are you still mad?"

"How!? How could I be mad that after struggling with my sexuality; fighting it with tears and--and constant doubt for years, you just threw up once and that was it!"

She drops her voice as deep as it'll go, mocking Steve's own. "Guess I'm queer now, let me get my coffee." 

"That's a horrible impression of me."

"Accurate you mean." Robin mutters darkly. "For the record I don't think you're fine by the way, I think you're repressing it." 

"I'm not repressing anything Robin, I told you I'm comfortable liking both." 

"Not the queerness, dingus, the reaction to the queerness!" 

"I think you're just mad I'm better at being gay than you." 

Robin gapes, mouth swimming through the movements without a sound. 

Oh, he's really pissed her off, and Steve delights in that too, in a way only siblings and soulmates can. 

"Better than me!?" She finally sputters, and Steve settles his hip against the counter, hands crossing smugly over his chest.

"Yes." 

"You--you!" Robin's shaking a finger at him, and if steam could have come from her ears they would have. 

Steve doesn't fight his grin.

"Talking," she says finally, slamming a stack of VHS's on the counter opposite him, and God is he thankful that Family Video is dead for this conversation, "is one thing. Let's see you actually back it up, hotshot.” 

"By what? Hanging out with Munson?" Steve challenges back.

"Yes." Robin spits immediately. "We've all seen how you flirt. I want to see you put all those terrible flirting skills that we know don't work outside of high-school to the test!" 

"I told you Robin, I was bombing on purpose at Scoops." He warns, as he warms up to the challenge.

Hanging out with Eddie will be easy. 

Sprinkling a little light flirting on top?

A total cakewalk. 

"I don't believe you." Robin says with narrowed eyes. 

"Just watch." Steve tells her smugly.

The nice thing about it all? 

Steve barely has to wait a few hours before he can prove himself right.

Eddie trots in as if the universe had given him his cue, coming up to the counter with one of his wilder grins.

"Minion!" He crows, and Steve rolls his eyes in response. 

"Munson." He greets back, but makes sure to lean across the counter, curling his body towards Eddie. 

Predictably, Eddie gets right up in his face. 

"How goes the droll and drab life of retail?" 

"Not terrible." Steve catches Robin's eye, and has to suppress any hint of smugness. 

'Celebrate after you make the play!' Steve thinks in his coach's voice, and he settle himself in for the game. 

"Say Eds," he says, and watches the way the nickname grabs the older teens attention, "you still selling weed?" 

"Not to your freshman, I do keep my promises." A palm goes over Eddie's heart, face full of roughish charm.

Hook.

"Nah I was thinking for myself. My parents are home for the month and they're driving me up a tree."

A truth, though given they were close to their next departure their attention was off Steve and onto more important things. 

Like getting into the right hair salon, or making sure they rubbed shoulders with this or that person. 

"Think we could smoke at your place?" Steve dips even closer into Eddie's space, delights at how wide those doe eyes of his can grow. "I'm happy to pay." 

Line.

"Sure, absolutely, uh, man." Eddie says, and Steve doesn't hold back the grin as he watches him fumble. 

"Thanks." He beams, before reaching out to pretend to brush something off of Eddie's jacket. "You're a lifesaver." 

"Sure am!" Eddie outright squeaks, and over his shoulder Steve can see Robin gawk at the two of them.

"Certified life guard Eddie, that's me!" 

"Oh," Steve grins. "Certified. You'll have to show me how to do CPR sometime." 

"Yeah, Eddie says, before abruptly wrenching himself out of Steve's space, face fire engine red. "I can show you when we uh, hang out. To smoke. What uh, day do you...?" 

His voice goes higher in question, and Steve gives him his best slow 'I'm charmed' smile. 

"Tonight? After work?”

"Tonight!" Eddie says, before he starts dancing back, waving finger guns at Steve. "My place! Be there or be square!" 

"Well I'd hate to be square." Steve replies, giving a lazy wave as Eddie crashes backwards into the door, spins around with a curse and half falls, half tumbles his way out. 

Sinker.

Steve turns a victorious look on Robin.

"He didn't even rent a movie." He preens, while Robin tracks the absolute disaster that is Eddie trying to drive his van away. 

"Oh my God." She says, wide eyes meeting his too smug ones. "I'd say that was smooth but that was the farthest thing from it." 

"Hey, I was smooth. We're only judging me, not my dance partners." He counters. 

"Oh? Certified?" Robin mocks him once again, clenching her hands under his chin before dropping them in disgust. "I can't believe that worked, everyone knows you were a lifeguard for years!" 

"I'm just that charming." 

"More like Eddie's that far gone." She says with a dismissive snort. "He has it bad for you.” 

"I dunno," Steve drawls, resting his chin on the back of his hand. "You're just as bad the second you think a girls flirting with you." 

The offended gasp Robin lets out has Steve cackling immediately. 

"You take that back!" She howls, winging a wet rag at him. 

Steve jumps back, still laughing. 

"Steven Harrington you take that back!" 

"I promised not to tell lies Rob," He gasps, as she whips the towel at him again. 

He reaches out a hand, catching the towel easily. “I can’t take it back!” 

Robin shrieks, and soon enough they're both laughing and wrestling over the towel, all thoughts of the weird dance Steve, Eddie and Chrissy were doing, forgotten.

[thatone-brightstar]

The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 9: You catch more bears with honey

Words: 5k

Summary: Who knew Chicago could be so small?

a/n: Please read! I normally only add warnings for like smut, but I don't want to trigger anyone; so listen please, trigger warning: mention of suicide attempt in flashbacks and panic attacks. You have been warned.

Other than that, thank you for sticking around thus far, commenting is always appreciated and if you ever need a friend to talk to, don't hesitate to reach out ❤️‍🩹

Carmy despised many things. The sensation of burning his tongue when he tasted something in a rush, and the hard pressure over his chest every time he opened Mikey’s accounting books, were just a few. But gatherings organized by his family were definitely above everything else, especially when he had no other choice but to attend. He could think of ten things off the top of his head that he’d rather be doing on his off day than drive to his sister’s house in the suburbs and spend a whole fucking afternoon with people he didn’t give a shit about. Yet for whatever reason, instead of spending his Sunday doing something he enjoyed -like going up to the coast or testing his lungs’ capacity to hold in air while he out you out-, instead he was stuck cutting up fruit for a punch Sugar insisted that he take.

He could have easily avoided the whole situation if he had kept his fucking mouth shut, but when he let your name casually slip on one of their spontaneous conversations and she had heard it, he knew she was going to pester him until she got any sort of answer. 

“Who’s that?” She asked and he could hear the grin in her voice.

“Uhh..” ‘Shit’.

“Bear, are you seeing someone?”

He had contemplated the question for a second, because he didn’t really know. He never asked you out officially -he didn’t have the words or know what to say- he just wasn’t built like that. And with everything going on in both your lives, he didn’t have much time to contemplate it. Besides, you had been ‘going out’ for a couple months already, and it wasn’t like you seemed bothered by the lack of a label, either. 

“Yeah… I-I am.” He spoke, the words falling comfortably around him. 

That was enough of an answer for her to insist on bringing you around for one of Pete’s Nephew’s Birthday party -or some shit like that. He was glad that Nat wanted to meet you, and under any other circumstances he would have obliged, but god did he hate that shit and the simple thought of being around screeching children made his skin crawl.

“Don’t add strawberries to the punch. Remember Pete’s allergic.” Nat called through the phone as he finished thinly slicing the oranges. “I don’t want him to end up in the ER like that one fourth of July party.” 

Carmy snickered into the phone that rested on his shoulder. “I told ‘em that shit had berries in it, his dumbass wouldn’t listen.” He grumbled.

“Well what did you expect? You idiots had him taking shots ‘till he was cross-eyed! He was lucky the alcohol made him puke ‘em out...”

“Yeah… that was a fun party.” He joked, earning an incoherent groan from his sister. “Fine... I won’t add berries.”

“Thank you. Alright I’ll see you in a few.” She said, mumbling a quick ‘Love you’ before hanging up.

By the time he was done saving the diced fruit into the containers, Carmy heard his front door open and your soft steps advance deeper down the hall. He enjoyed how quickly you had gotten comfortable going in and out of his apartment, particularly after he had given you your own set of keys. ‘That way you won’t have to wait at the gallery when I’m runnin’ late’ He had said in the most nonchalant way, though his insides felt like shutting down at the idea of your rejection. Your thank you came in the form of a heartwarming candlelit dinner, complete with an entree and dessert- that he had unknowingly bought- and that you hoped expressed all your gratitude. He had to bite his tongue many times that night because it was the only way to avoid a ‘Fuck, I love you’ to slip past his lips.

“Hey, hun.” You called, dropping the box of cupcakes you insisted on bringing and leaning up to peck his lips.

“You know you don’t have to take anything, right?”

“And show up empty handed? Do you not know me at all, Berzatto?” You joked, popping a piece of pineapple into your mouth before he sealed the container. “Besides, they’re cupcakes, that shit’s like catnip for kids.”

He snickered lowly as you took a seat on the barstool across from him.

“D’you need help with anything?”

“Nah, I’m good Love, thanks.” He said and you shuffled in your seat trying to ignore the flutter in your chest that the simple word caused. You wondered if there would ever be a time where his sweet words wouldn’t pull such a reaction from you, ‘hopefully never’ you thought.

“So, what should I expect?” You asked him.

“What’do you mean?”

“Yeah, y’know any weird uncles to stay away from…”

“I mean, my uncle Jimmy’s kinda iffy but that’s about it.”

With a soft smile you asked “You got an uncle named Jimmy?” 

“Why, is that weird?”

“No, just… very Italian of you.” You said with a laugh.

“Shut up” He half laughed. “He’s more of a family friend… but y’know, everyone’s an uncle.”

“No, yeah I get it, same” you laughed. “Okay, so just your uncle Jimmy, then?”

“Oh and Pete. He’s not weird, just a nerd, but you’ll probably get along fine.” He grinded then sniggered harder when you playfully pushed his shoulder.

He quickly got dressed while you skipped through the few channels available on his TV. Then once he was ready, although just physically, you helped him with the fruit containers while he carried the gallon of punch and your cupcakes down to the first floor.

The car ride was spent on raking your nails mindlessly along his arm as he asked about your paintings and the classes you gave to the few kids who didn’t go away for the summer. You also talked about the upcoming function and how you weren’t sure of the theme you wanted for your paintings yet. Between that and the classes, you didn’t have much time to use the workshop in the back, but you made good use of the extra hour you sometimes stayed while waiting for him.

In turn, Carmy told you about Marcus’ new desserts and how proud he was that the team was starting to come together after so long. You remembered Syd calling you a few weeks before, excited that Tina had finally called her chef and a fondness spread through you at how things were finally turning for both of them. For everyone really.

The closer you got to the destination, the more your nerves bubbled in your stomach. Your foot bounced anxiously in the passenger seat of Richie’s car, making the box of cupcakes that rested on your lap rustle with your movements. Your insides were a worried mess as you nibbled on your thumbnail with eyes glued on the road and a thousand thoughts racing per minute. Carmy took his hand from the steering wheel and placed it gently over your bouncing knee, trying to calm you, but it only transformed your thoughts into words that spilled from your parted lips.

“What if she hates me?”

“She's not gonna hate you.” He reassured.

“How do you know that?!”

“Because she's been buggin’ me about you for the past two weeks.” Carmy groaned in a faux exasperated tone. 

“Sorry, I’m just really nervous. I’ve never met anyone’s family before.” You said, threading your fingers tightly through his.

“Yeah? It’s going to be fine, trust me.” He assured and reached your joined hands up to kiss the back of yours. He wanted to admit that this too was a first for him, but you were nervous enough as it was and he didn’t want to burden you with his own anxieties. 

You reached Sugar’s house around noon, the bustling sound of feral children penetrated the closed windows of the car even as he parked half a block away. You both sat in the silence for a couple minutes, basking in the few moments of peace left.

“I hate this shit too,” Carmy said while opening your door. “but we’ll be an hour or two, max. Just to get Sugar off my ass.”

“What, you don’t wanna parade me around like arm candy?” You teased to hide your obvious tenseness.

“Trust me babe, if I could, I’d keep you all to myself…” He mumbled with a sigh against your temple before placing a kiss on it and rounding the car to take out the stuff from the back.

The first thing you were met with after crossing the threshold was the heavy smell of smoked sausages. Toasted bread and the sweetness of caramelized onion filtered through your nostrils as you made your way deeper into the room. The excess sounds of laughter from the living room mixed with the distant screaming was slightly overwhelming, but you were soon grounded by Carmy’s strong arm around your waist, guiding you to where you assumed the smell came from.

“Bear!” The tall woman greeted once she spotted her brother, taking off the oven mitts and walking to his side to hug over his shoulders.

You stood a bit awkwardly to the side, before she pulled away from him and looked at you with a smile.

“Hi, I’m Nat.” She introduced herself after a few seconds where no one spoke. You took her outstretched hand with a nervous chuckle and introduced yourself.

“Shit- right, sorry. This is my sister Nat, Nat this is my -uh- girlfriend.” His words came out rushed, afraid that once they were out you’d refuse them. But all he saw were glowing eyes and blushed cheeks pushed up from your smile.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, well by name at least.” Sugar said, eyes raking over her brother in scrutiny. “I saw you at the restaurant once, right?”

Your palms grew sweaty at the memory, how you had stupidly believed Richie and how you had thought that the woman in front of you was Carmy’s wife. Now that you stood closer and could find traces of his face scattered around hers, you wanted to slap yourself for ever believing such an idiotic lie.

“Yeah, I worked there for a couple months.” You responded, placing the box of cupcakes over her kitchen island, where she began flipping the hotdog buns she had pulled from the oven.

“And what do you do now?”

“She’s an artist.” Carmy answered for you, a proudness evident on his light features as he turned to you with a ghost of a smile.

“I give painting classes to kids. And also do some work on the side.” You specified.

“That’s pretty cool. You must be used to all of this, then.” Natalie said, signaling to some kids that ran past the doorway playing tag.

You laughed in agreement, the nervousness dissipating the more you interacted with her. While Carmy mixed the punch, you helped her buttering the buns and placing a sausage in each one, all throughout a scattered conversation. 

“I’m gonna take these to Pete.” She said, taking the tray of hotdogs and thanking you for the help. “Bear, once you're done, put the punch out on the patio, will you? And try not to spike it with anything!” Natalie yelled from the door.

“It was one time!” He yelled back, a smile hidden behind his words. “It was just once…” He muttered softly to you.

“I believe you…” You assured with a teasing smile. “So… girlfriend, huh?”

He gave you one of those looks that made your insides quiver, the kind that  had you all flustered and throwing the dishes into the murky water when you still worked at the beef. Carmen shrugged and looked back down at the punch with a soft smile.

“I thought it was a good time…”He  whispered. “A-are you okay… with it?”

He looked at you again. Crystal eyes gave a clear view to his swirling emotions and for a brief moment, you finally understood why they say that the eyes are windows to the soul. 

“Yeah. I’m really okay with it. ” You whispered back and despite your hectic surroundings, his glowing features proved that he had heard your every word.

“Good, good.” He rambled, clearing his throat.

“Carmen, my boy!” 

You both turned to the entrance, where a man with slicked back hair and thick aviator glasses walked towards Carmy, arms stretched out.

“Haven’t seen you since you roofied my kid’s party!” His chuckle boomed as he hugged Carmy, one hand clapping hard over his back.

“Jesus, why is everyone rememberin’ that today all of a sudden?” Carmy joked. “And it was Xanax, okay? I’m not a fuckin’ perv…”

“I’ll forget it when you do somethin’ worse, alright? Wow…” He said, turning to you. “You’re new.”

You whispered a nervous ‘Hi’ to who Carmy introduced as Cicero, or his uncle Jimmy, the man taking you by the shoulders and placing a soft kiss on each cheek. Before you knew it, you were surrounded by a group of people greeting your boyfriend, all with a different topic and speaking over each other's words. He navigated easily around them, as if the action was almost routinary, though the hard grip he had around your hand gave away how anxious the situation really made him feel. 

They were asking you questions too, flinging them in your direction, hoping you’d catch the bait. ‘How’d you meet?!’, ‘How long have you been together?’, ‘I’m glad he finally has a girlfriend, we were startin’ to think he was gay!’. The last one earned an uproar of laughter from the group and distracted them enough that you could pull yourself away from the hoard. Carmy wasn’t so lucky, one of his aunts had her arm looped through his, holding him in place. You shot him an apologetic look as you took the punch and hauled it out the back door, mouthing a ‘Sorry’ with a shrug and a smile.

You placed the glass cylinder on the long white table that rested on the grass, surrounded by platters of fruit and some already cooked hotdogs. The noise was a bit higher than inside, but the soft breeze of the summer afternoon helped calm the slow growing headache.

“The wolf pack got to you, huh?” Natalie asked, placing another tray of cooked dogs then standing beside you.

“Yeah.. I guess.”

“I think they just got all excited cause they’ve never seen him with anyone…” She turned to look at her brother through the glass door, with a certain softness that one only reserves for someone who you’ve seen grow up.

You turned too, he was listening intently to a short woman speak, hands clasped behind his back and nodding politely to her conversation. The crowd had dispersed and you were glad that he didn’t have to be stuck in the whirlpool of taunts from his family anymore.

“Haven’t really seen him outside that stupid place in a while...” She spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. “Did he… tell you about Mikey?”

You let a few seconds pass before answering “He kinda mentioned him, once.”

Nat nodded slowly, eyes fixed on the playing children around you. “Well, I’m glad he at least has someone to talk to. God knows he won't even take my calls.” 

She smiled down at you, a soft tint around the rim of her eyes and the button of her nose. It was surprising how similar they looked, even in their sadness, their facial expressions mirrored each other’s well. You wondered if Mikey looked anything like them, sharing the same sandy blonde hair and the saddest of blue eyes.

She then sniffed softly and cleared her throat. “Drink?” She filled up the plastic cup with the orange liquid once you nodded.

“Babe, look! someone gave Jack a plane!” A tall man shouted towards Natalie, while shaking the controller in her direction. “Come see!”

“I gotta go make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone-” She grumbled to you, making you laugh, then took her cup and began walking towards him. “You’re doing great, babe!”

You stood leaning on the side of the table, sipping on your drink and observing your surroundings. You watched how Nat’s husband wrapped his arms around her and tried teaching her how to steer the model plane. Then, how in a fit of laughter it came plummeting down and almost crashed into the ground before it rose back up again. You silently giggled from afar at their actions and how happy they seemed.

“You left me alone to die in there.” You felt Carmy’s sultry breath fan the side of your face, then his arm fall softly over your shoulders.

“Hmm, you seemed pretty comfortable to me…” 

“Yeah, right.” He sniggered.

“Your uncle Jimmy seems nice…”

“Yeah.. just never borrow money from him..” Carmy mumbled and before you could ask what he meant, he cleared his throat and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “D’you wanna get outta here?”

You looked up to glistening eyes and bit your lip to hide your smile. “What did you have in mind?”

He shrugged looking around the open space and taking your cup before raising it to his lips. “Dunno. I just know that you look really fuckin’ hot in those jeans and it’s driving me insane.” 

Your breath got caught in your throat at his blunt response, the smile on your face curving into a more mischievous one and you looked around wondering if his family would even notice your absence. 

“Okay. ” You whispered up at him and his brows raised in surprise. “I’ll, uhm just use the bathroom and meet you by the car” Then you stepped up on your toes and kissed the curve of his lips. 

As you made your way past the kitchen and along the hallway that harbored the open bathroom door, you saw an array of picture frames decorating the cream colored walls. You took your time admiring each one, a fondness blossoming inside your chest as you spotted the familiar pair of eyes and wild hair. The frames were in timeline order and even though there weren’t many pictures, it was nice to see the siblings slowly growing up. You recognized two of the three in one of the images, which seemed to have been  taken on Christmas morning. The third, an older boy with raven hair, was the one you could only assume as Michael. He looked different than what you imagined he would, but all three shared the same beaming smile.

It wasn’t until you reached the end of the hall that the fondness you felt in your chest turned into heavy bricks, plummeting into the ground and ripping a hole through the floor. You recognized the older dark pair of tired eyes staring back at you, how could you not? You had seen them many times before in the nightmares that you foolishly tried to escape. But it was too much of a coincidence and there was no way that Chicago could be that small. Yet the picture could not be clearer. 

In front of the less rundown restaurant that you had come to love, stood a younger Carmy, maybe in his late teens, with his arm falling loosely over his older brother- a man whose face you had not known before, but could now unmistakably identify as the one who you had run into that unfaithful night on the bridge. 

Your body shattered in sudden waves of cold sweats and you weren’t sure how long you had been standing in the middle of the hallway, gawking at the picture. Your hand held a tight grip  on  your stomach as the other hovered over the erratic beating of your chest, trying but failing to calm it down. The same adrenaline laced thought kept running in circles around your head ‘Chicago can’t be that small. It’s just a similar face.’ But no matter how hard you tried to kid  yourself, you knew deep down that it was him. 

The burning pressure began to grow and you used the last bit of strength left to move your legs from where they stood frozen on the floor, into the entrance of the bathroom and shutting the door with an impolite slam. It was then that the memories fell too heavy, pushing you down to level the floor and crushing your chest into an uncountable number of pieces. The bustling sounds of the party seemed too far away, clouded by the static ringing in your ears and by the sound of your own shallow breaths. You could feel the panic attack slowly inching closer to you, the corners of your vision bled dark and made the yellow lights in the bathroom swirl into watercolors that turned white and gray everything around you. You tried the stupid breathing exercises again, but every exhale left with a chest shaking cry that you had to silence with the flesh of your palm. 

The static in your ears now turned into rushing water and the overwhelming screech of tires and metal crashing against thick concrete. You were cold again, harsh pins and needles poked at the skin of your bare feet with every step on the fresh snow. You were cold and numb. Hot tears streamed from your eyes, burning a trail down your frostbitten cheeks and salting your trembling lips. You were angry again, cold and angry and numb all at once, feeling your fingertips glide over the freezing metal railing of the bridge. Clouds of hot air left your lungs in shaky breaths as your aching bones gripped tightly and your feet climbed up between the rails that separated you from endless nothing. 

Then finally, as your legs swung over the metal and you sat with your feet hanging over the dark water, you felt… nothing. It was as if all the pain that had been compressing your chest over the past months had suddenly evaporated. There was no lying boyfriend, no sickly grandmother or frustrated career. Just you, the icy barrier nipping at the back of your thighs through your leggings and the thousands of twinkling stars that had never looked brighter in the light polluted sky. You could lastly enjoy the silence you had so desperately tried to find during the months where your life seemed to fall apart. It was there, right in front of you, if you were only so brave to take the small leap and reach out to touch it.

A voice called your name from a distance, trying to break past the thick mirage that replayed in an endless loop. A soft blow vibrated against your back and the muffled voice called again with no response. It was as if you were trapped in a snow globe, cursed to relive the haunting memory of your own demise. Not even the constant vibration of the discarded phone resting beside you on the tiles could pull you out of your head.

‘You don’t wanna do that…’ A deep voice called from behind you. ‘You don’t wanna do that.’

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Carmy knew something was wrong when after twenty minutes of waiting by the car, you never came out or answered his calls. He asked his sister if she had seen you and when she answered ‘no’, his worry increased. His first thought was to search deep into the hallway and could hear you behind the bathroom door, soft whimpers that were barely audible through the outside noise, but still present. With his heart in his throat, he was able to push the unlocked door open just enough for his sister to slip past the narrow space and find you curled against it, eyes glued to the wall in front of you but completely dissociated.

Natalie crouched down towards you in a hurry, wrapping her hands over your tear stained cheeks and pulling your blank face up to help your eyes focus on hers.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Look at me-” She urged. 

Only a soft ‘I knew him..’ fell over and over from your lips.

“Breathe, hun, you gotta breathe, okay?” Her voice was neutral, but the slight tremble in her hands gave away the thin panic.

“Your brother-” You finally said, swallowing the dryness that invaded your throat. “I-I knew him he- I-”

The words felt heavy over your tongue, head still clouded with the visions of a memory that you thought buried six feet deep. You could feel the loose soil around it pile inside your mouth as the words unearthed themselves.

“it’s okay, yes Carmy’s outside-”

“No, Mikey! T-that night, on-on the bridge when I… He was there, he-” You took a deep breath and screwed your eyes shut. “I-I was gonna jump and he-” A soft cry replaced your words, then you felt Natalie’s arms circle your back and press you hard against her.

The force of your cries were muffled by her shirt, staining the soft fabric with your snot and makeup, but she didn’t seem to care.  You still couldn’t understand it. It felt like a cruel joke orchestrated by whoever the fuck was in charge of existece, to make you believe that you could finally leave all your horrible mistakes in the past - to let you grace happiness with the tips of your fingers- only to have reality slap you in the face and beat you back down to the ground.

The pressure of her hug grounded you back to your body and helped create a tempo for your erratic breathing, until soft sniffles were all that was left of your breakdown. Her soft strokes on the back of your head comforted you in a way you didn’t know, in a way that only an older sister could.

You felt Carmy’s soft knocks vibrate on the door and a slight panic bubbled again.

“You can’t tell him! He’s gonna hate me, you can’t-” You whispered in a rush.

“Shh, it’s okay, it’s okay..” She hummed. “I’m not gonna tell him, okay? I won’t. But you’ll have to eventually. He has the right to know.” 

“I know, I know. I will, I promise, but I can’t right now. I just- I can’t…”

She nodded in understanding and pulled her arms from you, letting you push yourself onto wobbly knees and make your way to the sink, where you tried to clean up as best as you could. After washing away the remnants of salty mascara streaks on your cheeks and drying your face, you turned to Natalie still sniffing back a few tears.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

She only nodded slowly with a forced tight smile and raked her fingers through her hair in a gesture that reminded you heavily of her brother.

“I’m gonna -uh- stay here. A little longer.”

With a soft ‘Okay’ in her direction and a heavy heart, you turned to exit. 

Carmy quickly pushed himself off the hallway wall where he patiently waited for you, a heavy look of worry concealed under his creased brow.

“A-are you okay? Do I take you to the ER or somethin’...” He rambled as soon as he spotted you, reaching up to rub warmth into your cold arms. “Jesus, you’re freezing. Is everything alright?”

“Y-yeah. I didn’t mean to freak you out, I'm sorry.” And you truly meant it, but he couldn’t grasp on to what degree. “I just got really overwhelmed-”

“Hey, no- it’s okay, don’t apologize.” He wrapped his strong arms around your shaking frame and whispered “I knew this was a shitty idea…” Into your hair.

You shakily inhaled the familiar scent of his aftershave and cigarettes, the voice in your head taunting you to ‘Enjoy it while you can, after you tell him, he won’t even want to look at you’ and a fresh batch of tears threatened to burst out.

“Where.. where’s Sugar?”

“She said she needed the bathroom.” You mumbled into his shirt.

“Okay…C’mon, let’s get you home.” 

All you could do was nod and trail behind him, hand locked tightly into his. The party had moved to the patio, where a chorus of voices sang Happy Birthday, oblivious to your escape. You had underestimated the time you spent in the bathroom because what had felt like only a couple of minutes to you, was actually long enough for the sun to start setting over the skyline by the time Carmy turned on the car and began the drive back. 

Your forehead spent the whole ride home pressed to the window, hoping that your skin absorbed some of the coldness and reduced the pounding between your brows. Carmy’s hand never left your leg and you didn’t look in his direction, scared to see the hardened  expression that loomed over his features when he was deep in his head. You felt guilty. To see the poor man in torturing thought, trying to figure out what it was that could have made you spiral in such a way. You only spoke when you asked him to drop you off at your building and he made no effort to contradict your choice, despite heavily wanting to.

You only threw  an empty smile and a kiss on his cheek, accompanied by a soft ‘good night’ before rapidly exiting the car and disappearing behind the hard wooden doors. Carmy felt confused and worried, above anything else and couldn’t shake the sensation off his shoulders as he reached his eerily silent apartment without you.

The stairs to your floor had  never felt more difficult to climb, and when you finally dragged yourself through your door and spotted your grandfather resting on the couch, the dam that had only slightly cracked in Natalie’s bathroom, finally broke. You flung yourself to his side and cried until the back of your throat felt raw and stung with the waves of your shuddering breaths. He held you close without question, rubbing your back rhythmically and humming one of the lullabies he’d sing to calm you down as a child.

You didn’t know if you cried out of guilt, anger or fear. Or if maybe it was a mixture of it all, but it didn’t matter. Because the only image that swam infinitely in your head was the menacing memory of the frostbitten skin on your cheeks and the -until today- unknown man that had pulled you off the State Street Bridge’s edge. 

Chapter 10.

Taglist: @pearlstiare @teteminne, @beebslebobs, @harrysmatcha, @yum-yahgurt and that’s it lmao

[ohtobeleah]

Hi Leah! For strictly scandalous can you please do…..Drunkenly hitting on Bob at the bar with everyone. Like it’s making him such a wreck. But he knows he can’t do anything because his morals physically won’t let him.

“Hangman—please, you gotta take your sister home before I crack and end up taking her home myself!” Bob was practically ripping his own hair out in sexual frustration.

“Yeah, okay—“ Bob remembers Jake sighing in defeat, his night had been cut short by your drunken antics. Downing the rest of his beer before he stood. Making a direct path your way through the crowded bar—pushing people side to side before he was slumping you over his shoulder. “Come on you horny bitch, let’s get you outta here before Robert here ruins his tighty whities”

“But it’s not midnight yet!” You huffed over your brother's shoulder as he carried you out of the bar. It was New Year’s Eve. You’d all been out celebrating yet another year that the entire squadron had lived through together. A team united in blood sweat and compassion.

“Yeah well for you it’s midnight enough—“

That’s what led Bob to this moment, he’s got his tighty whities around his ankles. His jeans too, he couldn’t waist a second kicking them off as he slouched back on his couch—vigorously jerking himself off to the thoughts of everything you’d said to him in what he could only assume was a drunken haze. Come the first of January, which would be in approximately four minutes—you’d forget ever having tried to get Bob to take you home. But the memory would serve Bob well for now as he pumped himself to the thought of you.

“I think I’d really like it if you and I got outta here a little earlier—“ You had whispered in his ear earlier that night after only two vanilla and rhubarb cocktails. He could smell the spirits lacing your breath and knew instantly he couldn’t. Not when you were inebriated. “You know, I have a thing for this weapons system officer who always stops by my shop before and after his flights.” The comments started early on and were on all accounts quite vanilla. But they still had Bob in a flurry—stroking himself senseless as he let himself moan your name and think about everything he’d do to you if he’d just given in and taken you back to his.

“Like what you see?” Bob had been staring at you all night, the dress you’d been wearing was beautiful and classy but he wanted nothing more than to rip it off your body. His first tightened a little more as he slowly his rhythm down a tad. Not wanting to get to his destination too quickly. “Wanna see a little more?” You’d started to lift your dress a little higher so Bob could see more of your thigh. He’d panicked and gripped your wrist, stopping you from exposing yourself. The giggle you’d let escape told him you knew what you were doing. Taunting him. “You’re looking awfully flushed there Robert—wanna go down to the beach and cool off?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, stop this—now.” Bob was trying his darndest. His mother had raised a true southern gentleman. He never swore he never drank. And he certainly never taken a girl he liked home to fuck her brains out before he’d taken her out on a real date no matter how much she was trying to make him crack. You were testing his limits though. “You’re doing things to me—“ Bob remembers whispering through gritted teeth as he felt his jeans getting too tight for comfort. The way your teeth sunk into your bottom teeth made his chest hurt. They were heart palpitations surely. “I’m going insane here, please—“

“Would it drive you crazy to know I’ve been fucking myself to the thought of you almost every night since I was transferred here?” It did in fact drive him crazy, but what made Bob lose his goddamn mind was when he’d lost sight of you for all of five seconds before you were taking his hand and placing a balled up bunch of black lace in his hand. “Here, hold these will you? I don’t need them anymore.” Pumping himself as he sighed in relief, Bob remembered that you’d given him your panties. He’d pocketed them in a hurry—so nervous someone had seen what you had done as he looked around, losing you in the process.

“Ohhh god yess—Y/n, baby—please.” Bob's chest rumbled as he continued working himself over in the dark of his living room. Wishing his hand was you. He’d thought about how you might feel, if you’d take control or let Bob do the work. Either way he wouldn’t mind, just as long as he got to call you his.

“Touch me?” You had asked as you sat beside Bob at one of the booths. He’d thought maybe some food would do you good. Confiscating your last drink in favor of something hot and carb loaded. “Please Bob, wanna feel your hands on me.” Spreading your legs under the table, you helped guide Bob's hand between your legs. His finger softly trailed up your thigh—landing dangerously close to your core. “Go on, touch me baby.” That was the moment you had him, Bob was about to crack, take you home and fuck you senseless but he couldn’t. He couldn’t do that knowing how much you’d regret it in the morning. This was all alcohol—it had to be. “I’m so wet just thinking about how you’d feel inside me.”

“You don’t know how bad I want you.” Bob growled against your lips before he pressed his lips against yours. Remembering the sensation that ignited the moment you two connected. Like electricity coursing through his veins. “But I can’t—you regret it.”

“The only thing I regret is not dragging you off to the bathroom and sucking you off right now.” Nope, nope that was it—Bob was on his feet making a Beeline for your brother the second you’d said that because he knew that you weren’t joking. You had those fuck me eyes everyone’s told him you gave him on a regular basis that he’d never noticed before.

Now here he was, jerking himself off because Rober Floyd couldn’t make a move. His phone rang beside him. Your face lit up the dark living room. Before he could even register what he was doing. Bob was answering on speaker.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“I wanted you to hear me say your name when I cum.” You were quick to explain as you moaned through the speaker. Bob pumped his fist against his slicked up cock as fast as he could. Too hard to think about the consequences they may come tomorrow. “Bob—! Oh Bob baby I’m so fucking close!” Holding your vibrator to your throbbing pussy. Legs splayed out as you bucked your hips against the intense vibrations. “Shit!! I’m gonna need you to tell me I can come for you Bob, please—please tell me I can come for you.” Was this phone sex? Was that what was happening right now? Or was Bob having a wet dream because he couldn’t tell. Either way? He wanted to play along.

“Oh you can cum for me any time, pretty girl.” Bob's drawl was way too prominent, a little more confident in the comfort of the darkness in his own living room. “God you sound so good moaning my name, shit—!” He was seconds away from release, trying to hold back his orgasm as Bob heard you yelp on the other side of the line.

“Ohhhh Bob I’m coming I’m coming I’m coming—!! Ahhhh fuck!”

“Oh I’m with you baby ahhhh—ohhhh ohhh yess!!” In respective houses, you came together. Bob all over his stomach as you laid there pulsing around your vibratory in a horny daze. Silence had never felt so loud as you collected your thoughts, Bob too.

“Hey Bob?”

“Yeah—?”

“Come over?”

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#strictlyscandalous // Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd

[clearlydiamondz]

The Game

 Erik!Stevens X Black!Reader

Part Eight

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Erik, the most popular person at  Texas Southern University, has his heart set on a particular girl.

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Erik shook horrid at the envelope that he held in his hands. “Well, the letter ain’t gonna open itself.” Ms. Whitney said with her hands crossed as Erik looked at her. 

“What if it says I’m not accepted?” he asked her as she sighed putting the cigarette she was smoking in the ashtray and grabbing her shoulders. 

“I highly doubt that. You are one of the smartest boys in this building. You have a story that’ll make a grown man cry. They’ll be a fool not to let you in.” she said then stepped back. “Now open up the letter.” 

He slowly opened it, flipping it so he could read it. “To Erik Stevens, it is with great HONOR TO OFFER YOU A FULL RIDE-” he couldn’t even get the full sentence out before he jumped in the air in excitement. 

“Now would you look at that?” 

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“Come on babe, we gotta go,” he said grabbing the keys off the counter as she kept refreshing the grades for her Aerodynamics class. 

“No, I need to check it before we leave just in case I have to email my professor,” she said still staring at her computer screen.

“Babe... you have A’s in all your other classes, I’m sure this will be no different,” he said grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. 

“Ooh, it’s posted. I got an 89.9%?” she said in confusion. 

“Oh, here we go.”

“He really couldn’t round it up?” she rolled her eyes looking to see what she got on her test. “I got a perfect 100! Do you think it’ll be rounded?” she looked up at him as he sighed. 

“I’ve known that Mr. Phillip has given rounded grades after he finalizes all of the grades to the students that deserve it.” he comforted her. She shut her computer and grabbed it. She stood up with a pout. “Don’t let this ruin our road trip,” he said walking behind her and smacking her ass, then grabbing a hand full. 

The two of them walked to the car that was packed with their things for their trip to Memphis Tennessee.

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It was late when they arrived, about one in the morning. They were on the outskirts of Memphis. Her father had a good fair amount of farmland behind his house where he had chickens, a rooster, some goats, and some horses. They were as country as they could get. Finally, the eight-hour drive was finished. She stepped out of the passenger seat looking at her father standing on his front porch as she waved. 

“Is that my sugar bear?” he said walking down the porch as she ran to him.

“Hey Daddy..” she hugged him as he hugged her back. 

“You don’t know how much I missed you,” he said kissing her forehead. He looked behind her seeing Erik walking behind her as she stepped aside. 

“Erik, this is my daddy Eugene. Daddy, this is my boyfriend Erik.” she introduced the two as Erik reached out his hand for him to shake. 

“It’s an honor to meet you, sir.” Erik smiled showing off his dimples. Eugene looked him up and down before shaking his hands back. 

“How ya doing?” he gripped Erik's hand, a tad bit harder than he should have. Erik being Erik gave him the same energy. 

“Well let me help y’all bring this stuff inside the house, I know y’all are tired,” he said walking to Erik’s trunk to grab their things. 

After the two of them got settled into her old room, Eugene stood outside her door as he crossed his arms. 

“I hope y’all are ready to help me out on the farm too. A couple of people down at the church want to buy some eggs off of me, and the horses need to be fed,” he replied as (Y/N) chuckled. 

“Seems to me you might not have a pair of boots Erik but I got me a pair of boots in the closet that ain’t never been worn. We look bout that same size,” he said looking him up and down. “I got Erik an air mattress. It’s right there in the closet now,” he said pointing towards the closet. Both Erik and (Y/N) looked at him confused. 

“My bed is big enough for the both of us. You did not have to do that,” she said walking over to the closet and seeing a twin bed. “And the bed ain’t even big enough for him,” she said bringing it out. Her dad looked between the two before saying, 

“Well, he can sleep in the bed and-”

“We are both sleeping in my bed.” 

“(Y/M/N).”

“Daddy.“ she followed his tone. She looked at him as he stared back at her. Erik wasn’t even going to fight this battle. Mainly because her pop looked like he always kept a rifle underneath the bed. 

Spoiler Alert: He does. 

“Y’all keep this bedroom door open.” That was all he said. “Goodnight y’all.” he left the door wide open before going across the hall to his room. He shut his door locking it before (Y/N) went to the door to close it. 

“I thought he said to leave it open,” Erik said sitting on the bed and taking his jacket off. 

“I’m grown,” she said before taking off her shoes and looking around her room. 

“Dang, he really didn’t change anything.” she laughed as she walked to her dresser to see some old stuff she left behind. 

“I see.” he chuckled looking around the green-painted room with childish posters everywhere. He saw a few NASA posters, a pillow, and stuff around. “You ain’t tell me I’ll be working on the farm,” he said getting undressed. “Low key a little excited.” 

“Yeah, we might be able to even ride the horses too,” she said going through her bags to find some night clothes. 

“And how about seeing your mother?” she asked her as she sighed. 

“I’m really not trying to see her for the next few days. She actually doesn’t know I’m in town. She thinks I’m getting here on Saturday.” she replied stripping out of her clothes as Erik sighed. 

“Babe...”

“Listen once you meet my mother, you’ll understand,” she said before she turned around. “Plus, there is so little that I know about your family,” she said sitting on his lap as he chuckled. 

“I know, it’s just my family really isn’t great. Or have a good dynamic,” he said to her. She scoffed looking around. 

“The only good dynamic I have is with my daddy and both my grandma. Maybe a few cousins,” she replied. If only he had that. 

“Trust me, I’ll tell you all about them one day.” 

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The rooster in the front yard woke the both of them up. It was about the break of dawn, and a little bit of sunlight went through her white blinds. She lifted the knitted quilt her father’s mom made for her a few years back. “Fucking hell, that is loud,” Erik grunted as she laughed sitting up. 

“Yeah, he’s our alarm clock.” she got out of bed, turning on the light that was on her bed table. She walked to her closet grabbing her old pair of cowgirl boots and some old jeans she had in the closet. 

“You were not playing when you said y’all were country.” he chuckled sitting up in the bed, that statement made her laugh. 

“Aye, I gave you a choice and you bought your lil happy self up here.” she reminded him. He grabbed her waist pulling her towards himself. 

“Yeah and? I’ll do it again.” she laughed as he kissed her on the chest, then on her lips. The kiss got a little more heated as his hands trailed up her nightgown and her hands gripped his dreads. It was interrupted by a knock on the door. 

“Rise and shine y’all. Time to get to movin’ now! And I thought I told y’all to leave this door open!” he yelled through the door as she rolled her eyes. 

“The A.C. is on, it probably shut when we’re sleeping!” she yelled back as she smirked at him. 

“I got these boots out here. I’ll be waiting on the back porch!” they heard him walk away as he pinched her side slightly. 

“He ain’t believed none of that. Now he gonna get on my ass.” 

“Not you being afraid of my daddy.” she laughed slipping on her jeans under her nightgown. “He ain’t gonna do nothing.”

“Ion believe it.”

After the two of them got dressed, the two walked out to the porch to see her father putting bird seeds in the birdhouse. “Sugar bear, go ahead and go out to the coup and get some eggs for breakfast. Erik, I need ya help back in the stables.” her father instructed him. She looked between the two, warning both of them to behave with just her looks before placing a kiss on Erik’s cheek then her father’s, grabbing a basket to collect the eggs. She walked in the opposite direction as the two of them stared at her. 

“This way. I know Houston has horses, have you seen one in real life?” he asked him as Erik winced. 

“To be honest. I haven’t.” 

“Yeah, most city folk haven’t. She might just gotta teach you how to ride,” he said opening the stable gates.

“I’d like that.”

“Go ahead and grab that wagon and place the hay on it so we can feed the horses,” he said to Erik as he nodded. After grabbing the hay and going to the stables to feed the horses, the two of them held a small talk about Oakland, what he was in school for, and his future plans. 

“Now listen Erik-” Eugene turned to look at him. “So far from what I can tell, you are a respectable young fellow, and I trust my daughter’s judgment because she is far from a fool.” he started as Erik nodded. 

“But man to man, I need to know that my daughter is being taken care of and protected out there in Houston. If something happens to her, I’m all the way in Tennessee. I can’t get to her. And even then I’m getting up in age. My ability to protect her will get harder as she grows older.”

“Sir, her safety is nothing you have to worry about as long as she’s with me. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure she’s straight.” Erik said. He meant every word he said. Whether it was her physical being or mental being. 

“Mhmm, how about financially. I see you drove one of them nice cars out here. You know how to make responsible financial decisions?” he asked as Erik nodded. 

“That car was bought in full with the money I saved sir.”

“You can afford a car like that yet you are a college student. It cost me an arm, leg, a kidney, and a bit of blood to buy that car she drives now. So how do you make that money?” Erik got quiet. He didn’t really make money the legal way, especially for a dude in college, but before his father passed away, he had a bank account set up for him once he turned 18 for college. With the full ride to college, that money was used for anything. He got himself an apartment, bought himself a car, and put the rest in his savings. That didn’t stop him from selling from time to time. Maybe it was just the street mentality that he could never have enough money. 

“Well, my father left me a pretty good inheritance once I turned 18,” he replied. Eugene looked him in the eyes squinting. 

“Now I can tell you ain’t lying but I can tell that ain’t the whole truth either.”

“I also sell on the side,” he whispered as her father nodded. 

“Aye, look. A man gotta do what a man gotta do to provide for himself. I appreciate you being honest.” her father said. “But, that’s a dangerous game you playing. Especially being a black man, son. If my daughter is in that car with you-” Erik cuts him off.

“I have never and will never put her in that kind of jeopardy. That was already considered, sir.”  Eugene got quiet before nodding. “With this college degree, and everything I’ve saved, I’ll be able to quit and get a job that not only I enjoy but it provides enough that she won’t ever need nothing,” he said looking at the coup to see her placing eggs in the basket. 

“And how do you know my daughter is the one that you’ll be taking care of for life?”

Erik thought for a moment. He was never asked this question by any parent of the girls he dated. Mostly because he was never the ‘take home to mom and dad’ kind. It was funny that (Y/N) was the only one. 

“Honestly, I can’t say,” he said truthfully. “But I know the love I have for your daughter is something I can’t take advantage of. When I’m around here, all I feel is happiness. My whole mood is based on her emotions. If she’s upset, I’m upset. If she’s happy, I’m happy. She’s mad, I’m mad.” he replied as his father nodded in improvement. 

“I do know that she’s the type of person that people will take advantage of mostly because she wants to see the good in everybody,” he said as Eugene nodded in agreement. 

“Yeah, she’s always had that problem ever since she was wearing pigtails and bows.”

“And that’s how I feel about her. She’s an intelligent woman with a head on her shoulders, and I love she sees the good in people. People nowadays take advantage of it, and I wouldn’t want no one to damage her because of it.” Erik said truthfully. “I just have this.. need to want to protect her all the time, be the one to defend her when someone feels like they can say whatever they want to her.” her father chuckled before scratching his beard. 

“Well son, this statement gonna be put up to the test with her mother.” 

“Is that so?” he asked as he nodded crossing his arms across his chest. 

“My Patricia. My first and only love.” he chuckled. “Was beautiful. Still is beautiful if you ask me, but boy her attitude made her the ugliest thing on this Earth,” he said with a face of disgust, then he looked at Erik. “That stays between the two of us.” 

“Loud and clear.”

“I dealt with that for 20 years. Married her when I was only 20. Had sugar bear when we were 26. Got divorced when she was around... 13 or 14. Just the way she talked to me but the way she spoke to our daughter is what made me divorce her.” he said shaking her head. 

“It was that bad?”

“Whatever you are thinking, 20 times worse. When that judge told sugar bear that she could stay with me, I ain’t never seen her that happy. Her mother hated both of us because of it. Now she did find the lord, good for her.” he said sarcastically. “Up until college, she tried to get her mother’s attention. Doing extra sports, church choir, and volunteering at different places. But her mother ignored it, didn’t stop her from bragging about it though.” he said.

“It makes sense,” Erik said to himself. Overachiever, the stress to get all A’s, never had a sip of liquor up until that party? 

“How about your family? I’m sure they’d rather have you home for the holidays,” he said as Erik sighed looking down then back at him. 

“Yeah.. that’s the thing. Don’t really have much to go back home to,” he said as Eugene raised his eyebrows. “My father died when I was 12. We didn’t have close family members, my mother left me with him when I was only a few days old. Ever since he passed, I was put in foster care.” he said as Eugene’s face turned to pity. 

Erik hated it. A reason why he didn’t tell people, the only people who really know Travis and Jakeen. 

“Damn... I’m sorry son,” he said grabbing his shoulder. “She never told me that.”

“That’s the thing. She doesn’t know.” 

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

(Y/N) was in the kitchen making omelets with some of the eggs she gathered this morning. Erik was sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop looking over his test grades in approval. “You were not wrong when you said the internet connection was horrible,” he said as she chuckled. 

“I warned you,” she said sipping her orange juice and leaning on the counter. He stood up walking over to her as she smirked at him. 

“Ooh. Erik Stevens, you look like a real country boy. I like this.” she teased him as he rolled his eyes playfully. She wasn’t lying though. She always had a thing for country boys, but Erik was that one city boy that stole her heart. Seeing him with the boots and the long white shirt with the jeans, and the fitted cap had her feeling in some kind of way.

“Really?” he grabbed her hand pulling her closer to him as he kissed his neck. 

“You real bold doing this while my dad can come in here any minute you know,” she whispered as he continued. He was going to say something but a knock at the front door pulled them apart. Her dad came into the kitchen and she looked at him confused. 

“It’s still early in the morning. Who is that?” she asked him. 

“That’s ya mother,” he responded as her attitude shifted. 

“Wait you told her we were here Dad!” she asked walking across the kitchen to where he was. “I told you not to say anything!” 

“She doesn’t know you’re here yet. She’s just coming by to pick up a couple of eggs,” he said grabbing the rest of the basket. She looked at Erik with an ‘Are you serious look before he walked to the door opening it. 

“Finally, you answered the door.” The two of them hid in the kitchen. “Jesus Eugene when was the last time you cleaned this place.” 

“It’s nice to see you too Pat. Here are your eggs.” 

“Ugh in this place is a mess. You really need to clean up in here.”

“Pat I really don’t have time for the company so you should go.”

“Don’t be rude. And when was the last time you talked to your daughter? I have a feeling she’s lying about bringing that boy from-” She stopped when she walked into the kitchen and saw the two of them there. (Y/N) scratched her forehead in annoyance as Erik sat there waving at her... like an idiot.

“Oh.. well excuse the hell outta me.” she placed the basket of eggs on the counter. “You must be Erin.” 

“It’s Erik.” she looked him up and down, squinting her eyes at her daughter. If (Y/N) wasn’t mistaken, it almost seemed as if she was surprised. 

“So what? You didn’t let your mother know you were in town already.” 

“Ma we got in literally at one this morning. I haven’t even had time to take a shower yet.”

“Yeah. I can see that. I wonder how you get a man like this looking like that.” she looked up, not trying to let her anger get control over her. “See how emotional she gets. Can’t tell her anything without her getting pissed off. I don’t see how you do it.” she walked over to Erik shaking his head. 

“I’m Patricia. It’s nice to meet you,” she said pulling him in for an awkward hug. He patted her back before nodding. 

“It’s nice to meet you too.” he forced himself to say. For him, it was the complete opposite of nice. If this was anyone else talking to her like this it would be different, but (Y/N) warned him that it was going to happen, and to stay on his best behavior. So, that’s what he had to do. 

“So since you guys are here, y’all can head over to the church and help set up for the Christmas service once y’all are dressed. Erik can-”

“Sorry, we can’t. We already have plans.” (Y/N) said leaning on the counter. Her mother looked at her in shock before saying, 

“You can just push your plans aside for the day. The church needs y’all help and-”

“Oh we can’t. We have plans today.” (Y/N) cut her off. Her mother looked shocked at the decline in the offer, well not really an offer to them more like the demand. 

“Well you can just cancel that and-”

“We’re not canceling.” That was all she said. Pat looked back at Eugene as he looked up at the ceiling. “Plus, we are on vacation. We are not trying to go set up chairs and tables at the church,” she responded looking back at her mother. 

“Okay... but the church needed volunteers and I already told them you were coming. I would hate for you to let them down like that.” her mother attempted to convince her. Erik had no choice but to interject. 

“How did you tell them that we were coming if you didn’t even know we were here yet?” he asked. Eugene looked at him a little surprised that he would question her. Pat looked at him in shock, then in anger before sighing. 

“Look. The church needs help and-”

“Well, what is CJ doing? I’m sure he and his girlfriend would love to help down at the church,” she said tilting her head to the side a little. Eugene looked at his daughter in shock. 

“He actually said that he couldn’t today. Something about going live on Steam for something. I don’t know! Look, you need to come down to the church. End of discussion.” she said grabbing her basket of eggs. “When did you start questioning what the Lord wants you to do?”

“I’m sure he’s not upset that I’m not going to the church to set up chairs and tables on our vacation,” she responded back. Her mother just sat there staring at her, wanting to say some more other things but she didn’t say anything. 

“Eugene can I talk to you outside for a minute.” Was all her mother said before stepping out of the kitchen? Her father walked outside with her as she turned to look at Erik. 

“I thought I told you-”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t going to sit there and let her lie to you like that. That’s wild she just lied and didn’t think twice about it,” he said shaking his head as she raised an eyebrow at him. 

“See, I told you that-” he stopped her from finishing her sentence when she kissed her on the lips. Smiling into the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands traced down to her hips. 

“Stop saying you told me so. I WANT to be here with you,” he told her. “I want to get to know your family,” he whispered to her as she grabbed his hand. 

“Hmm, so why don’t you tell me about your family?” she asked him as he sighed letting her go. “Awe c’mon Stevens. I know everything about you except your family. I know for a fact they would want you home but your spending it with me.” she followed close behind him as he turned around grabbing her hands. 

“It’s. complicated (Y/N),” he whispered with both of their hands to his mouth as she playfully rolled her eyes. 

“I am the last person you wanna talk about complicated. Did you not just see my mother?” she pointed to the door with a chuckle. She saw the look on his face and it was nothing but a joke. He was serious. “Erik there is nothing that you have to hide from me. If I’m with you, I want to know all about you. The pretty and the ugly my love.” she said touching his cheek. He grabbed her wrist before kissing the palm of her hand. She grabbed his hand walking out to the back porch where the swing sat. She dragged him to it as they both sat down she grabbed his hand and sighed. 

“I just want you to know... no other person knows about this. Only Travis and Jakeen,” he told her as she slowly nodded. He cleared his throat before speaking, 

“I never... knew my mother. She left when I was a couple of weeks old, and it was just me and my dad,” he told her. Her eyes widen in shock as she grabbed his hand. “My dad was found dead in our apartment one night. I came in from playing basketball with my friends, opened the door, and-” He didn’t finish that sentence as he looked off into the distance. 

“Erik..” Was all she could say. “Oh, Erik... I am so, so sorry.” 

“Man don’t be like that. It happened years ago and I don’t want you feeling bad,” he told her. She looked at him confused, speechless. She wasn’t going to lie, she thought his parents were some well-off folks considering the lifestyle Erik has. His car, his apartment, the way he spoils her. This was the last thing she could and would think of. 

“No. Erik. I am sorry. That is something you should not push to the side.” she said touching his cheek. “That’s a huge part of who you are...”

“Yeah, but I don’t want it to be. If and when I do tell people they look at me the way you just did,” he said to her. 

“Look..” she sighed then smiled at him. “I’m happy that you felt comfortable enough with me to tell me this. I know it must have been hard for you to tell me. I appreciate this, I appreciate you.” she said looking him up and down. He noticed her stares before saying,

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“It’s just, after everything that I know about you plus this makes me admire you so much more,” she told him. 

The statement made Erik think. “I ain’t know you admired me.” he chuckled. 

“Erik Stevens, are you blushing?” she teased him as he glared at her. “But of course I do. You kinda pushed me to stand up for myself,” she told him matter of factly. “But despite everything you’ve gone through, look at the man you’ve became.” 

He smiled at her as she smiled back at him. He kissed her on the forehead, then placed a kiss on her lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he pulled her closer by the waist. 

He pulled apart looking into her eyes, then kissed below her ear. He swiftly whispered in her ear, “I love you.” she pulled away, a grin appearing on her face. 

“I love you too Stevens.”

 ___________________________

(Y/N) knew that she would eventually have to go home and visit her mother’s side of the family. She had a few cousins and Uncles that she was excited to see, but some of her family, she was dreading to see. Filled with mostly older females, they tend to be very conservative and very religious. Growing up, she was always walking on eggshells not to say something horrible. As she got older and realized how much better she could be, their opinions of her didn’t matter... and they hated that. 

Erik opened the door for her and got out, looking at the two-story house that she once lived in. She saw a bunch of cars, immediately realizing that it was family coming to help her mother cook. “Are you sure about this Erik? We can stay at pops house and go out tonight?” she asked him one last time. He shook his head knowing how important it was for him to be there with her. 

“I’ve told you this a million times. I don’t mind,” he said grabbing her face as she pouted. She was scared that her family would scare him away, but for Erik, it was the complete opposite. She nodded as he shut the door behind her grabbing her hand. They walked up to the porch and she opened the door to see the living room filled with her younger cousins. As soon as the door opened, their faces lit up when they saw her. 

“(Y/N)!” they yelled as they ran to her. Her face lit up as they damn near tackled her to the ground trying to get a hug out of her. 

“Woah, how are y’all?” she said catching her balance again as they all started talking about school, their new jobs, and new college applications. 

“Who’s that?” the youngest of them, Kaliyah only being 6 years old with her two front teeth missing, said pointing to Erik. 

“This is my boyfriend, Erik. Erik this is Kaliyah, Zion, Gabriella, and man-man,” she said introducing them as he smiled his toothy grin at them. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” They looked at him confused. 

“Yeah you ain’t from around here are you?” Gabby said giggling as (Y/N) laughed. 

“It’s that noticeable?” he asked looking between the two of them as they all nodded.

“You stand out like a sore thumb but look my man-” Zion wrapped his arm around Erik’s shoulder, him being the more sociable one. “You gotta teach me how you get your muscles like that my man, I’m struggling,” he said pointing towards his arms. It was his first year of high school, with it being Gabriella and Man-man’s last year.

“You got an extra two hours of your day to hit the gym?” Erik asked him making Zion wince. 

“And you lost me.” he unraveled his arms as Erik laughed. “But aye look, it was nice meeting you though,” he said walking back into the room. (Y/N) was going to ask them about the college applications but her mother walked into the room. 

“You know you are about an hour late right? If I tell you to be here at a certain time I expect you to be here at that certain time.” she nagged her as Gabriella rolled her eyes, even though Pat couldn’t see her. 

“That was my fault. My car got-”

“You don’t have to defend her.” she cuts him off.  (Y/N) looked at Erik with a warning face before he tried to defend her again but he stopped when he saw her face. 

“His car got stuck in the mud because of the rain. Daddy was trying to help him out,” she said taking off her jacket and hanging it on the rack reaching out for his jacket to hang. Before her mother could say anything else, she cuts her off by asking, 

“Where is everyone at?” her mom squinted her eyes at her, obviously in annoyance as she pointed to the door of the kitchen. 

“They are all in here cooking like they are supposed to,” she said, throwing shade toward her daughter a bit but all (Y/N) did was ignore her as she grabbed Erik’s hand, leading him to the kitchen. She opened the door as everyone saw her, greeting her. She introduced Erik to all of them, some of her cousins that were around her age goggled at him. A little shocked by how good-looking he was. 

Her aunties, Caroline and Ester, looked at their sister Pam with a shocked look. Before you came, they talked about how much they disapproved of you attending college. Unlike your other cousins, you didn’t want to work at the church only making $10 an hour. You didn’t want to marry a man inside the church, knowing their true intentions. Saying they were men of God, but sneakily looking at the young adults around her age.

She remembers like yesterday when her mother and she got into a huge argument about (Y/N) wanting to go to college instead of staying here and marrying Brother Ron. 

“How could you do this? Brother Ron already wants to court you and I don’t see anything wrong with him. He’s a man of god, a minister, and-”

“He’s 10 years old than me first of all. And if that’s the case, why is he talking about getting me while I’m a minor.” she snapped at her mom. “I’m going to school.”

“Now you listen here, I don’t know what little friends been putting in your head girl but you ain’t going to no damn college!” her mother yelled at her. Pat made her way to her ex-husband’s house after finding out her daughter got accepted to TSU. 

“You can’t tell me where I can and cannot go! I literally got a dance scholarship full ride and you’re telling me I’m-”

“I’m telling your fast ass you don’t belong in no damn college! All that’s gonna end up are you pregnant with a baby daddy that doesn’t want nothing to do with you!” she yelled as Eugene stood in the middle of them. 

“Patricia, are you really arguing with her about going to college? You need to be proud.” her father defended her as she scoffed at Eugene. 

“Proud? Proud that she doesn’t want to be in the church. You are a young lady, what the hell do you belong in a college for? I have not been to college and I am doing perfectly fine.” she snapped at her as Eugene nodded. 

“Oh I see, your jealous.” he laughed at her as Patricia snapped back at her. 

“Jealous? By the time I was her age, I was married and pregnant with her. Tell me what I got to be jealous of?” she smirked crossing her arms over her chess. 

“Yet you’re divorced and that said child not wanting anything to do with you.” she snapped back. That alone made her mother slap her across the face as Eugene grabbed her arm. 

“That’s it, Pat. You gotta get the hell up outta here!” her father snapped. 

“So (Y/N), how has that school stuff been going?” her Auntie Ester asked cutting the collard greens as Erik and her pulled up a chair to the table to sit. 

“It’s going good. I’m graduating within a few months which is exciting,” she said looking up at her mom. Her mother’s eye twitched at the word graduation. 

“Aw well, that’s nice. So when you move down back here what are your plans. You know the church will welcome you back.” her Aunt Caroline asked cutting up some onions. Both Erik and (Y/N) looked confused as she said, 

“Um, I don’t plan on coming back to live. Maybe to visit, but with my degree, there is nothing here for me,” she mentioned as the entire kitchen got quiet. 

“But (Y/N), aren’t you marrying Brother Ron. He’s not going to separate himself from the church for some silly degree.” her cousin Yolanda asked laughing. Now Erik was on full alert. 

“Marry who?” (Y/N) and Erik said at the same time. Erik was more of a question while (Y/N) said it with pure venom. She looked at her mom before chuckling. 

“Yeah I’m not marrying anybody any time soon and I’m most definitely not marrying no Brother Ron with his perverted self.” she rolled her eyes as they gasped. 

“You are one disrespectful little girl you know that?” her mother snapped at her as she rolled her eyes. “Now I let you go to the damn school, I let you get a taste of this boy but you need a man of God. You are coming back to Tennessee  (Y/N) end of discussion.” she snapped at her as  (Y/N) laughed. Her mother was surprised at the laughter before  (Y/N) stood up grabbing Erik’s hand. 

“Yeah okay. We’ll see,” she said walking past them as her mother followed. 

“You get back here (Y/N)!”

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Everyday pt.16

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13, pt14, pt15, pt17, pt18

A/n credits to "every day" by david levithan

Day 6023

Even before I open my eyes, I like Vic. Biologically female, gendered male. Living within the definition of his own truth, just like me. He knows who he wants to be. Most people our age don’t have to do that. They stay within the realm of the easy. If you want to live within the definition of your own truth, you have to choose to go through the initially painful and ultimately comforting process of finding it.

It’s supposed to be a busy day for Vic. There’s a history test and a math test. There’s band practice, which is the thing he looks forward to the most in the day. There’s a date with a girl named Dawn.

I get up. I get dressed. I get my keys and get in my car.

But when I get to the place where I should turn off for school, I keep driving.

It’s just over a three-hour drive to Hanni I’ve emailed to let her know Vic and I are coming. I didn’t give her time to reply, or to say no.

On the drive, I access pieces of Vic’s history. There are few things harder than being born into the wrong body. I had to deal with it a lot when I was growing up, but only for a day. Before I became so adaptable—so acquiescent to the way my life worked—I would resist some of the transitions. I loved having long hair, and would resent it when I woke up to find my long hair was gone. There were days I felt like a girl and days I felt like a boy, and those days wouldn’t always correspond with the body I was in. I still believed everyone when they said I had to be one or the other. Nobody was telling me a different story, and I was too young to think for myself. I had yet to learn that when it came to gender, I was both and neither.

It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it. You feel it’s something between you and the body. You feel it’s a battle you will never win … and yet you fight it day after day, and it wears you down. Even if you try to ignore it, the energy it takes to ignore it will exhaust you.

Vic was lucky in the parents he was given. They didn’t care if he wanted to wear jeans instead of skirts, or play with trucks instead of dolls. It was only as he grew older, into his teens, that it gave them some pause. They knew that their daughter liked girls. But it took a while for him to articulate—even to himself—that he liked them as a boy. That he was meant to be a boy, or at least to live as a boy, to live in the blur between a boyish girl and a girlish boy.

His father, a quiet man, understood and supported him in a quiet way. His mother took it harder. She respected Vic’s desire to be who he needed to be, but at the same time had a difficult time giving up the fact of having a daughter for the fact of having a son. Some of Vic’s friends understood, even at thirteen and fourteen. Others were freaked out—the girls more than the boys. To the boys, Vic had always been the tagalong, the nonsexual friend. This didn’t change that.

Dawn was always there in the background. They’d gone to school together since kindergarten, friendly without ever really becoming friends. When they got to high school, Vic was hanging out with the kids who furiously scribbled poems into their notebooks and let them lie there, while Dawn was with the kids who would submit their poems to the literary magazine the minute they were finished. The public girl, running for class treasurer and joining the debate club, and the private boy, the sidekick on 7-Eleven runs. Vic never would have noticed Dawn, never would have thought it was a possibility, if Dawn hadn’t noticed him first.

But Dawn did notice him. He was the corner that her eye always strayed toward. When she closed her eyes to go to sleep, it was thoughts of him that would lead her into her dreams. She had no idea what she was attracted to—the boyish girl, the girlish boy—and eventually she decided it didn’t really matter. She was attracted to Vic. And Vic had no idea she existed. Not in that way.

Finally, as Dawn would later recount to Vic, it became unbearable. They had plenty of mutual friends who could have done reconnaissance, but Dawn felt that if she was going to risk it, she was going to risk it firsthand. So one day when she saw Vic piling in with some of the other guys for a 7-Eleven run, she jumped into her car and followed them. As she’d hoped, Vic decided to hang out in front while his friends played in the aisles. Dawn walked over and said hello. Vic didn’t understand at first why Dawn was talking to him, or why she seemed so nervous, but then he slowly realized what was happening, and that he wanted it to happen, too. When the chime of the front door marked his friends’ exit, he waved them off and stayed with Dawn, who didn’t even remember to pretend she needed something from the store. Dawn would have talked there for hours; it was Vic who suggested they go get coffee, and it all went from there.

There had been ups and downs since, but the heart of it remained: When Dawn looked at Vic, she saw Vic exactly as he wanted to be seen. Whereas Vic’s parents couldn’t help seeing who he used to be, and so many friends and strangers couldn’t help seeing who he didn’t want to be anymore, Dawn only saw him. Call it a blur if you want, but Dawn didn’t see a blur. She saw a very distinct, very clear person.

As I sift through these memories, as I put together this story, I feel such gratitude and such longing—not Vic’s, but my own. This is what I want from Hanni. This is what I want to give Hanni.

But how can I make her look past the blur, if I’m a body she’ll never really see, in a life she’ll never really be able to hold?

I arrive the period before lunch and park in my usual spot.

By now, I know which class Hanni is in. So I wait outside the door for the bell to ring. When it does, she’s in the middle of a crowd, talking to her friend Yeeun. She doesn’t see me; she doesn’t even look up. I have to follow behind her for a ways, not knowing whether I’m the ghost of her past, present, or future. Finally, she and Yeeun head in different directions, and I can talk to her alone.

“Hey,” I say.

And it’s there—a moment’s hesitation before she turns. But then she does, and I see that recognition again.

“Hey,” she says. “You’re here. Why am I not surprised?”

This isn’t exactly the welcome I was hoping for, but it’s a welcome I understand. When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.

“Lunch?” I ask.

“Sure,” she says. “But I really have to get back after.”

I tell her that’s okay.

We’re silent as we walk. When I’m not focused on Hanni, I can sense that people are looking at her differently. Some positive, but more negative.

She sees me noticing.

“Apparently, I’m now a metalhead slut,” she says. “According to some sources, I’ve even slept with members of Metallica. It’s kind of funny, but also kind of not.” She looks me over. “You, however, are something completely different. I don’t even know what I’m dealing with today.”

“My name’s Vic. I’m a biological female, but my gender is male.”

Hanni sighs. “I don’t even know what that means.”

I start to explain, but she cuts me off.

“Let’s just wait until we’re off school grounds, okay? Why don’t you walk behind me for a while. I think it’ll just make things easier.”

I have no choice but to follow.

We head to a diner where the average age of the customers is ninety-four, and applesauce seems to be the most popular item on the menu. Not exactly a high school hangout.

Once we’ve sat down and ordered, I ask her more about the aftermath of the previous day.

“I can’t say Minji seems that upset,” she says. “And there’s no shortage of girls who want to comfort her. It’s pathetic. Yeeun’s been awesome. I swear, there should be an occupation called Friendship PR—Yeeun would be ace at that. She’s getting my half of the story out there.”

“Which is?”

“Which is that Minji’s a jerk. And that the metalhead and I weren’t doing anything besides talking.”

The first part is irrefutable, but even to me, the second part sounds weak.

“I’m sorry it had to all go down like that,” I say.

“It could’ve been worse. And we have to stop apologizing to each other. Every sentence can’t start with ‘I’m sorry.’ ”

There’s such resignation in her voice, but I can’t tell what she’s actually resigned herself to.

“So you’re a girl who’s a boy?” she says.

“Something like that.” I sense she doesn’t want to get into it.

“And how far did you drive?”

“Three hours.”

“And what are you missing?”

“A couple of tests. A date with my girlfriend.”

“Do you think that’s fair?”

I’m stuck for a second. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“Look,” Hanni says, “I’m happy you’ve come all this way. Really, I am. But I didn’t get much sleep last night, and I’m cranky as hell, and this morning when I got your email, I just thought: Is all of this really fair? Not to me or to you. But to these … people whose lives you’re kidnapping.”

“Hanni, I’m always careful—”

“I know you are. And I know it’s just a day. But what if something completely unexpected was supposed to happen today? What if her girlfriend is planning this huge surprise party for her? What if her lab partner is going to fail out of class if she’s not there to help? What if—I don’t know. What if there’s this huge accident, and she’s supposed to be nearby to pull a baby to safety?”

“I know,” I tell her. “But what if I’m the one that something is supposed to happen to? What if I’m supposed to be here, and if I’m not, the world will go the wrong direction? In some infinitesimal but important way.”

“But shouldn’t her life come above yours?”

“Why?”

“Because you’re just the guest.”

I know this is true, but it’s shocking to hear her say it. She immediately moves to soften what sounds like an accusation.

“I’m not saying you’re any less important. You know I’m not. Right now, you are the person I love the most in the entire world.”

“Really?”

“What do you mean, really?”

“Yesterday you said you didn’t love me.”

“I was talking about the metalhead. Not you.”

Our food arrives, but Hanni just stabs the ketchup with her French fries.

“I love you, too, you know,” I say.

“I know,” she tells me. But she doesn’t seem any happier.

“We’re going to get through this. Every relationship has a hard part at the beginning. This is our hard part. It’s not like a puzzle piece where there’s an instant fit. With relationships, you have to shape the pieces on each end before they go perfectly together.”

“And your piece changes shape every day.”

“Only physically.”

“I know.” She finally eats one of the fries. “I guess I need to work on my piece more. There’s too much going on. And you being here—that adds to the too much.”

“I’ll go,” I say. “After lunch.”

“It’s not that I want you to. I just think I need you to.”

“I understand,” I say. And I do.

“Good.” She smiles. “Now, tell me about this date you’re going on tonight. If I don’t get to be with you, I want to know who does.”

I’ve texted Dawn to tell her I’m not in school, but the date is still on. We’re meeting for dinner after she’s done with field-hockey practice.

I get back to Vic’s house at the usual time he’d come back home from school. Safe in my room, I feel the usual set of predate jitters. I see that Vic has a large selection of ties in his closet, leading me to believe that he likes wearing them. So I put together a dapper outfit—maybe a little too dapper, but if what I’ve accessed about Dawn is true, I know she’ll appreciate it.

I whittle away the hours online. There’s no new email from Hanni, and there are eight new emails from Haruto, none of which I open. Then I go to Vic’s playlists and listen to some of the songs he’s listened to the most. I often find new music this way.

Finally, it’s a little before six and I’m out the door. It’s almost strange how much I’m looking forward to this. I want to be a part of something that works, no matter what the challenge.

Dawn does not disappoint. She loves the way Vic looks, using the word debonair instead of dapper. She is full of news of the day, and full of questions about what I’ve been up to. This is a delicate area—I don’t want him to be caught in a lie later on—so I tell her I simply had the impulse to take the day off. No tests, no hallways, just driving to somewhere I’ve never been before … as long as I was back in time for her. She fully supports this decision, and doesn’t even ask why I didn’t invite her along. This is, I hope, how Vic will remember the day.

I have to access rapid-fire in order to follow all Dawn’s reference points, but even still, it’s a good time. Vic’s memory of her is absolutely correct—she sees him so precisely, so wonderfully, so offhandedly. She doesn’t broadcast her understanding at all. It’s just there.

I know their situation is different from ours. I know I am not Vic, just as Hanni is not Dawn. But part of me wants to make the analogy. Part of me wants us to transcend in the same way. Part of me wants love to be that strong, that powerful.

Both Vic and Dawn have their own cars, but at Dawn’s request, Vic follows her home, just so he can walk her to the door and they can have a proper goodnight kiss. I think this is sweet, and go along, walking hand in hand with Dawn up the front steps. I have no idea if her parents are home, but if she doesn’t care, neither do I. We get to the screen door and then hang there for a moment, like a courting couple from the 1950s. Then Dawn leans over and kisses me hard, and I kiss her back hard, and it’s not the door we’re propelled toward but the bushes. She’s pushing me back into the darkness, and I am taking all of her in, and it’s so intense that I lose my mind, or lose track of Vic’s mind so that I’m in my own mind completely, and I am kissing her and feeling it and out of my mouth comes the word Hanni. At first I don’t think Dawn’s heard it, but she pulls back for a second and asks me what I just said, and I tell her it’s like the song—doesn’t she know the song?—and I’ve always wondered what that word meant, but this is what it is, this is what it feels like, and Dawn says she has no idea what song I’m talking about, but it doesn’t matter, she’s used to my quirks by now, and I tell her I’ll play it for her later, but in the meantime, there’s this and this and this. We are covered in leaves, and my tie is caught on a branch, but it’s just so full of life that we don’t mind. We don’t mind any of it.

That night there’s an email from Hanni.

Yn,

Today was awkward, but I think that’s because it feels like a very awkward time. It isn’t about you, and it isn’t about love. It’s about everything crashing together at once. I think you know what I mean.

Let’s try again. But I don’t think it can be at school. I think that’s too much for me. Let’s meet after. Somewhere with no traces of the rest of my life. Only us.

I’m having a hard time imagining how, but I want these pieces to fit.

Love,

H

[renee-writer]

The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 20

AO3

“Not until you have confronted him.”

 

“Jamie, your hand…”

 

“Isn’t  going to get any more broken. I promise, if I punch him, I will do it with my right.”

 

She finds herself chuckling. Unimaginable in this situation. It is Jamie and their mutual confessions. That he loves her as she does him, that gives her the strength and good humor to deal with a cheating Frank.

 

“Alright.” Instead of the hospital, she drives towards the university where her husband is.

 

He never saw the ambush coming. That is how cocky he was. Even after being confronted by Fraser’s daughter, he doesn’t believe anything will happen.

 

So, he is sitting at his desk grading papers when the door opens and his wife and Fraser come in.

 

“I thank you to keep your hands off of my niece!”

 

He jumps to his feet. “ I don’t know what your daughter told you…”

 

“The truth, that is what she told me.”

 

His eyes turn to Claire. He sees anger and something else, relief he realizes.

 

“Is she the first?” Her arms cross and she glares at him.

 

“She isn’t anything.” Jamie starts forth until Claire’s hand stills him.

 

“He isn’t worth it.”

 

That is when Frank knows it is over. It isn’t just her words. It is the way her hand on his arm, relaxes him.

 

“She’s right. I would suggest that you don’t say that to my sister, her mam. No amount of restraint,” he turns and smiles at Claire, “will keep her from you were you to refer to Janet as nothing.”

 

“Agree,” Claire says, “you didn’t answer my question. Is Janet the first that you have been with?”

 

“This conversation is better had with just us.”

 

“I imagine you would think so but, you’re not making the rules. You know what, it doesn’t matter. It should, I guess but it doesn’t. We are done.  Willa finding you snogging Janet was just the final nail in this coffin.”

 

“Claire, I can change.”

 

“No, you can’t. We got together because I was to stubborn to fight for what I really wanted,” a quick look to Fraser, “it was inappropriate then. I being your student. I don’t  know why you married me. You should have just moved from student to student. That is what you really want, after all.”

 

“I wanted to settle down and have children.”

 

“When we couldn’t, is that when you started prowling again?”

 

He really wishes Fraser would leave. The man stands like a wall beside Claire, his eyes never leaving him. It is making him uneasy.

 

“I needed to know it wasn’t  me. If I could get anyone pregnant…”

 

She lets out a noise that has Fraser’s steely glance leaving him as he turns to her.  “Claire?”

 

She reaches for him, seeking comfort. He touches her arm, steading her. 

 

“I’m alright,” to him, back to Frank, “Thank God you are sterile. There would be how many little Frank’s running around, you utter fool!” her voice, so calm before, rises, “It isn’t just pregnancy, having unprotected sex could have given you something . Something you could pass on to me!”

 

“I was tested. I am no fool, Claire.”

 

“Debatable.” Fraser drily says.

 

“Indeed,” Claire agrees, “Do as you wish, Frank. I am done. Just stay away from Janet. I will move out. The flat was never my style, to begin with. As with most things in our sham of a marriage, that was all you,”  She starts to turn, “One other thing, I don’t care where you sleep tonight as long as it isn’t there.”

 

“You are welcome at Lallybroch, Claire.” He says before looking at Randall to see his reaction.

 

“Thank you, Jamie. That is sweet of you. I believe that is the perfect solution. Let Frank have his sad one room flat.”

 

They turn and start to walk out once more. This time Jamie turns back. “I shall try to keep Jenny’s rage on Janet but watch your back.” He has no intention of trying to stop her from whatever she has planned for him. In fact, he hopes she deals with him. But, he needn’t know that.

 

“Claire, we need to talk alone.”

 

“No Frank, I believe communication through our lawyers is best from now on.”

Frank sinks back into his chair when they leave, head in his hands. He has been cheating since their first year of marriage. She was just to busy with school and then her career to notice. That and obviously not over Fraser. Bloody Fraser and his child! Things could have continued on if it wasn’t for them.

 

As a tenured professor, his reputation is everything. A wife with her own professional career, it was perfect. One reason he chose her. Now it is all gone. Fraser is freed from his own shackles. Claire will choose him.

 

He slams his fist down on the desk in frustration.

[wingsdreamt]

steeleidolon​:

A sensitive soul. Kunsel grins because he knows it to be true in so many ways. Zack is anything but fragile; his sensibilities are ever so slightly askew from what one might consider to be the Midgar standard. Greatly askew in many ways, comparatively, but not at all delicate. Even with everything they have seen and done, Zack still nourishes the drive to make the big dumb rock they all share just a little bit better.

Even now. Every little bit counts.

How can he not laugh to answer such enthusiasm?

He grins until his cheeks ache with the warmth of it. They ache more than the tapers punching through old teardrop-shaped scar tissue and through cartilage alike. Zack must have given Haley all of the requisite details in order for her to feel comfortable piercing both ears so extensively all at once. Most cases, a piercer of her clear caliber would have the temerity to say ‘no’ to such a request. SOLDIERs heal quickly, quickly enough for flesh to stick to the outsides of the hollow needles, soft popping more felt than heard as the delicate twist of smooth metal prevents the tunnels from collapsing around the bore.

A little painful. Nothing they cannot handle. Nothing they do not experience on a regimented basis when under the microscope of Science’s eye, with the tests and monitoring, blood draws and physical fitness assessments quarter after quarter, deployment after deployment, as regular as anything. At least this prodding nets a reward more tangible than queasiness and existential questioning.

His cheeks still ache, joining a pang of something warm in his chest as he looks in the mirror, looks to Zack taking his place on the pumped-down chair.

With a glance aside and a perked brow at the notion of a photo, Kunsel pauses, squints…and again relents his assent, nodding with a guffaw-chuckle. They have walked through hell, through fire and fury. They have subsisted with nothing. By the Company’s understanding, they do not even own themselves.

But they have this. What they have right now is good. Good enough to acknowledge. Good enough to keep, to protect. Something unshakable.

“Yep. Got him. He’s not going anywhere.”

Like his grasp on Zack’s hand, fingers threaded as he kneels beside the chair, out of the walking path. Haley can use his shoulder for an elbow brace if she needs, if Zack’s lobes prove to be as stubborn as he is sometimes.

Maybe it can be forgiven if Kunsel channels some of the almost-giddy squeeze somewhere behind his breastbone into the press of palms and knead-rub of thumb to thumb joint. It does absolutely nothing to alleviate the slant of a smile on his face - or the warmth lambent in his eyes, unguarded and unabashed.

“I dunno, man, I think you might wear gold better than I do.”

It’s good.

It’s better because of who it came from, because it is bold, proud. Connection. Another flourish in the language they’ve developed without need of words.

Seated in the chair, Zack diligently directs all his abundant reserves of energy into remaining stock-still as Haley moves in close with needle in hand.  

An equally wide grin splits his face. Zack is not unaware. They are so deeply entrenched in each other's idiosyncrasies he finds it impossible to imagine reaching out without the other reaching back. Clasping hands, dancing in the rain, lead and follow, hunting and running. No darkness he cannot face, no unknown he is scared to walk, no idea too insane to try when Kunsel has his back. 

In other cases too, like now, when Kunsel is holding his hand. Warmth, trapped between their palms and interlaced fingers, serves complement to the heat crawling across his cheeks. 

They aren’t alone; they have an audience. Probably for the best. He does not know what he would do if  there were no buffers preventing honesty that aches to flee its cage. That grin, the tender mirth lighting Kunsel’s eyes, might pull him into a crash landing if he lets it. Needles piercing skin are hardly more than a pinprick of discomfort in comparison. 

“And you’re worth your weight in it, so where does– ow – that leave me?” An accessory to his crimes and all that. Inseparable. A connection. Zack squeezes back with his unfaltering grin and squinting wince. Gold, precious and conductive, can be shared between them. 

Haley circles around to the other side of the chair. She offers no commentary as she works, but it’s clear from the smirk on her face that she’s still thoroughly entertained by the two idiots in their element. Within a few minutes, the last stud has been settled in place. “Normally I’d relay care instructions at this point, but…” Haley shrugs helplessly as she stands back and moves her remaining tools away for proper disposal. Watching SOLDIERs heal from an injury that would have taken a normal person a month or more remains a novelty she may never grow truly accustomed to. “Well. Keep them clean and I can’t imagine you’ll run into many problems.”

“Mmn…You mean there are people who just leave ‘em in all the time?” Zack’s face scrunches, soured, and Haley laughs as Zack’s power of imagination causes him to recoil further.

“You don’t want to know. Now, you boys wanted a photo, right?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Zack wastes no time jumping off the chair (and pulling Kunsel bodily along with him) to find a reasonably modest wall to stand in front of. He stops a couple steps away from the nearby wall with his fingers tugging along the neck of Kunsel’s shirt to pull him close. His other hand delves into his pocket. “Oh– here’s my PHS. Just double-tap the lock and it’ll pull up the camera.”

Butting his head against Kunsel’s, Zack smiles wide for the photo.

[june-babys-world]

calculated risks pt.1

p.s Italics is rue narrating

Also I've never written a fic before so I feel like this is bad ahah  

part two - https://wanda-bucky-steve.tumblr.com/post/677085233269653504/calculated-risks-pt2

part three - https://wanda-bucky-steve.tumblr.com/post/677109601624276992/calculated-risks-pt3

part four- https://wanda-bucky-steve.tumblr.com/post/677121598719983617/calculated-risks-pt4

part five- https://wanda-bucky-steve.tumblr.com/post/677219365993742336/calculated-risks-pt5

fez x reader 

‘my dad and Nate had a fight last night’  

‘shit really?’ rue said as she exhales the pull of her joint  

‘yeah, I don’t even know what it was about I just heard screaming so I went to see what the noise was and my dad had pinned Nate to the ground and Nate was just, god I don’t even know he was just Crying hitting his head on the ground and my dad was just sat there staring in shock until he got up and walked over to me and just said close your door sweetheart don’t worry about it then went into his office’ as y/n said this she looked up at the dark sky filled with stars wishing she could stop existing or at least be a different person

‘what did you do’ asked rue

‘I closed my door, Nate was throwing shit and screaming, I don’t know it really scared me’

‘man, I don’t even know what to say, I’m way to high for this right now’ rue exhaled slowly sinking further into the grass and closing her glazed over eyes  

‘okay’ y/n whispered with tears falling from her eyes gazing to her side to see the only friend she had in this world oblivious to what was really happening behind closed doors.  

Looking back to that day I wish I had been sober, or at least less high so I could have comforted her or shit I don’t know I could have given her a hug and said that everything would be okay even if neither of us believed it… y/n was one of my best friends, she was always there for me no matter what and she never judged me for doing drugs, she said she kind of got it, she understood why I would do them at least, now that I think about it, she understood cause her life was so fucked up sometimes she wished that she could escape like I did, but her dad would go psycho if he found out and she was on the track team so she had like random drugs tests to make sure they weren’t using steroids or some shit, she told me once that she could never do drugs and forget for a little while like I could but she could control every little detail of her life, she said she had to be perfect. y/n didn’t have many friends and her family didn’t care as long as she did well on track and had good grades you know kept up the image of the perfect Jacobs family, so no one really noticed when she stopped being herself… I would have if I wasn’t high, I know I would have.  

‘lets go, get in the car’ Nate yelled from the front door as y/n was sat at the kitchen counter pushing around her breakfast  

‘what? Why? Dad always drives me to school’

‘yeah well he said I had to so get in the fucking car’  

y/n would never say this to anyone because of their families image but Nate scared her and not in the sense that younger sisters are scared of their older brother cause they think they’ll tease them or playfully hit them, no y/n was scared that Nate would really hurt her, there had been times where y/n though Nate was actually going to kill her, so she always did as he said and she avoided him but if she had to spend time with him like today she would sit in the car silently, speak only when spoken to and pray that today wouldn’t be the day he lost his temper.  

‘hey, can we hang out after school I don’t wanna be in my house right now’ I said while looking through my locker from my history text book

‘yeah, I need to go get some more pills though, you can come with’ rue had these sunglasses on today I guess cause she doesn’t want people to see that she’s high or maybe it’s because she’s not high and the light hurts her eyes I don’t know  

‘um, I don’t know if I wanna be around some sketchy dealer that gonna like hold me at gun point and force me to do heroin’  

‘bro, you watch way to many of those murder documentaries, he’s chill I promise, no guns and no heroin’ rue says while smiling at me amused  

‘okay if you promise I guess’ I say unsure while walking towards my class telling rue ill meet her by our bikes at the end of the day  

‘how do you ride your bike high? I feel like I already fall off and I’m sober’ I say laughing which makes my bike swerve  

‘I mean I have a rule now that I can bike high cause I kept crashing and shit’

‘really?’ I say trying to hold in my laughter as we park our bikes outside a random store

‘yeah, didn’t I tell you about that time I rode my bike straight into a garage door’  

‘rue that’s so stupid’ I say laughing while walking into the store looking at the drinks

‘I was high, that not stupid’

‘one could argue that getting on the bike in the first place was the stupid thing to do’

‘really? Getting on the bike not takin’ the drugs’ a new voice joins in smiling at us  

‘no she doesn’t do drugs! We were talking about a movie about a girl who rides bikes while high, its one of those indie ones you know, super weird storyline, really heart felt though’ I’m shitting myself thinking that some shop keeper has just heard us saying that rue does drugs, I mean a lot of people know that she does drugs, Nate knows but he’s never told my parents cause quite frankly he’s doesn’t care about my life, sometimes I think he hopes rue will get me hooked on some drug and ill OD and die then his life would be slightly better, its sad to think but I’m just thankful he doesn’t tell my dad or id never be able to see rue again and she like one of my only friends other than Lexi.  

‘yo, y/n chill that’s fez the guy I’m literally buying the drugs from’ rue says gasping for breath laughing.

‘oh, well’ the sentence dies from my mouth as I speak not knowing what to say or what to think, this guy doesn’t look like a drug dealer, I was imaging this massive old man with tattoos everywhere and like gold teeth, but this guys is young he can’t be that much older than us, in fact he looks sweet as he gives me a small smile while talking to rue, I give him a small smile back while blushing and looking down and my dirty air forces cursing myself for staring a second too long.  

‘y/n wait here I won’t be long then we can go do something okay?’

‘okay’ I whisper while nodding feeling nervous to be left alone with a new person, I’ve never been good at meeting new people that probably why my only friends are rue and Lexi who I’ve known since kindergarten so I’ve never really had to make friends  

‘hey you that girl on Rues phone, that picture of you with cake all over yo face’ he says smiling like he’s remembering the photo

‘oh yeah, that was my birthday cake’

‘word’ he says nodding slowly ‘so you got a name?’

‘yeah’

‘you gonna tell me it?’

‘yeah’

‘shit ma, this is a new level of hard to get for real’

‘oh no I wasn’t, I mean I, um, y/n, my name, that’s my name, my name is y/n’ I’m now bright red feeling like I want to cry, how am I such an idiot god why cant I speak  

‘sorry’ I whisper while hanging my head low

‘nah you good don’t worry, I’m fez’  

‘hi’ I again whisper, god y/n talk normally  

‘hi, you want a coke I just got a new case in’

‘oh I don’t do drugs’

‘shit you funny, nah like a can of coke the drink ma’

‘oh yeah obviously, sorry, um yeah okay thank you’

He turns around and gets two coke from behind the counter handing me one and jumping up to sit upon the counter in the shop  

‘I’m sorry, I don’t really meet new people or talk to people really, I only talk to rue and lexi and I’ve know both of them since I was like a baby so its easy’

‘its okay, I mean I’m kinda surprised we haven’t met sooner like I’ve never seen you at parties or anything’

‘yeah that’s not really my scene’  

‘shit, you one of them good girls aren’t you?’

‘no I’m not’ I say slightly offended, I’m not some stuck up prissy good girl I just follow the rules

‘you so are’ says rue as she emerges from behind one of the refrigerator doors  

‘no I’m not I’m just calculated in my risk taking’ I say defensively  

‘yeah name one risk you’ve ever taken’ challenges rue smugly  

‘I never wear a helmet on my bike, oh and I got a B on my history paper last week’ I say proudly thinking I’ve proven my point  

‘wow y/n you cute’ says fez chuckling making me blush profusely  

What y/n didn’t know was that even though she didn’t think she was a good girl from this point on that label became less and less accurate, her risks became less calculated and she finally started to let go of always trying to be perfect and there was only one person to blame, fez and maybe a little me as well cause lets be honest she’s best friends with a drug addict.  

[notnctu]

jaehyun: the charming

━ welcome home to housemating smut series :)

☆ click the link above to read background info about this housemate!

☆ GENRE: smut, pwp ☆ DETAILS: fem!reader, college!au, housemate!au ☆ WARNINGS: explicit language, nicknames, dirty talking, possessiveness, rough sex, praise kink, oral (giving and receiving), spitting, choking, unprotected (wrap up yall!!) ☆ WC: 4.1k ☆ SYNOPSIS: A harmless game of Truth Or Dare with your housemates reveals Jaehyun’s true desires and has him eyeing you the entire night.

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: this is the only part for jaehyun ! sorry for the long wait,, i started this during my writing hiatus and did not have much motivation to finish it since its been really difficult to write smut lately :/ regardless, i hope you can leave me some feedback if you liked it <3 doyoung’s part will be the next in the series once i get to it !

“If you could kiss anyone in this room right now, who would it be?” Johnny beckons his drink to Jaehyun, who blinks at him with knitted eyebrows and a quizzical expression.

It’s one of those rare nights where all your housemates are home and Doyoung is actually out of his room to participate in everyone’s foolishness. All six of you sit comfortably in the living room as the fifth round of Truth or Dare commences. 

You share the large couch with Jaemin and Haechan, sandwiching you in between them happily. Doyoung, Jaehyun and Johnny are seated in their own respective chairs that circle the tiny coffee table in the center. 

And if your housemates could be any more distracting, Jaehyun sits laid-back without a shirt on and grey sweatpants that fit loosely on his legs, manspreading as if he has all the space in the world. His soft hair falls messily around his face from constantly running his hands through it and his abs flex without him needing to do much.

It’s hard not to stare, but no one in the room calls you out for doing so. They’ve all stared at you plenty enough times on other occasions, so it would be hard for any of them to give you a counterargument. Jaehyun simply looks good enough to devour, and he can say the same for you as he steals sly glances your way.

Every subtle connection of smoldering eye contact sends a thrill down your core, and the smirk paired with his dotted dimple has you swooning for him over and over. Jaehyun knows every way to drive you wild without needing to say or touch you.

It’s unbelievable how that man has only allowed you to see his intimacy once with the way he whistles whenever you walk down the stairs in a cute outfit or how often he compliments your butt just for the pure satisfaction of you having one. Despite having the highest body count in the entire house, he has great self control and never comes off as being too needy. 

And every time he is needy, he already has another girl in his room to satisfy him. So, this never gave you another opportunity to sleep with him as much as you wanted to. If you weren’t so bashful, you might’ve had enough courage to just walk into his room and ask. 

Nonetheless, here you both are: sitting across from each other during a slowly escalating game of Truth or Dare and eyeing each other every chance you can get.

“Shouldn’t you ask y/n that question?” Jaehyun mumbles, finding Johnny’s question rather ridiculous since the ratio in the room is 1 girl to 5 guys and finds no curiosity to know how bad of a kisser the rest of his housemates are. “I think you’d rather know her answer than mine.”

You clear your throat when every attention is drawn toward you, expecting you to give a truthful response when it isn’t even your turn. “What if I didn’t pick truth?”

“You want a dare?” Jaemin rests a hand on your bare thigh and turns delightfully toward you with a dark mischievous gleam in his eye.

Gulping, you try your best to diffuse the situation. “It’s not my turn.” 

“I’ll give my turn to you.” Jaehyun smiles and proceeds to gesture toward you to speak.

Bewildered, you’re looking to Doyoung to protest about such unfair grounds of switching the rules. However, he doesn’t say a word, shrugging it off like it’s not a big deal. “You’re all unbelievable.” You scoff sarcastically.

“C’mon, it’s just a friendly game. Everyone wants you to go.” Haechan clicks his tongue out of impatience, the anticipation practically suffocating the whole house.

“Ask me when it’s my turn.” You stand your ground and send Jaehyun a quick glare. 

The tension drops instantly from the stiff atmosphere. Haechan’s groan erupts beside you as he sits back against the couch with his arms crossed. 

“Okay, buttercup. I’ll answer Johnny’s ridiculous question, but know that I have a good one for you.” Jaehyun leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees with his hands clasped together loosely. “I’d kiss y/n.” 

Your breath hitches, but no one else is actually surprised by his answer. “Yeah, I’d kiss y/n too if this was my selection pool.” Doyoung remarks with a roll in his eyes.

“I mean,” Jaehyun sits back coolly in his chair, hands stretched behind his head and every muscle flexed in view. Every movement has your mouth watering at his impressive body on display. “Even if we were playing with other people, I’d still choose y/n.” A dimple smile causes your heart to beat rapidly.

Johnny scoffs, “if we circled up all your flings, you’d still choose y/n?” 

Jaehyun ponders the hypothetical for a second, but his eyes land back on yours and every hesitation disappears. “Yeah. She has the softest lips.” He says, very matter of fact.

Your fingers unconsciously graze against your lips briefly, before you clear your throat and shake away the power of his arousing words. “Okay, okay. Let’s move on?” 

“Okay, y/n. Truth or Dare?” Jaehyun picks this open opportunity to bring the attention back to you. Your housemates wait patiently for your choice, with eyebrows raised in the thick tension that this simple game has built up.

With shifty eyes and a dry throat, you mutter. “Dare.” 

There is a notable sparkle in Jaehyun’s dark lustful orbs. “I dare you to kiss the person that you think is the hottest in this room.” 

“Well, it would be difficult to kiss myself.” Rolling your eyes, the edge in your tone is enough to make the rest of them snicker. 

“I’m done after this round. It’s always the weirdest twists whenever we play games like this together.” Doyoung crosses his arms, throwing a small fit at the request. 

Johnny smirks, “because you know y/n wouldn’t kiss you?” 

Doyoung’s mouth opens to protest, but he falls short of a defensive response. He takes his defeat and slumps back against the chair, pouty and grumpy. “Just get it over with and kiss Jaehyun.” 

With a turn of events, you get up from your spot on the couch. Jaehyun follows your every move, your stare never leaving his own. Like a lost puppy, you lead him into thinking the kiss would be for him. However, you lean forward and hold Doyoung’s chin gently, planting a soft kiss on the equally shocked boy. 

“I think Doyoung is the hottest because he treats me with the most chivalry.” The sweetness that taints your mocking words has Doyoung turning red and Jaehyun turning into stone. The charming smile that lights up your darkest parts is gone, and Jaehyun blinks back at you with a tight jaw. 

Jaemin and Haechan read the room too well, excusing themselves before the tension reaches its peak. Doyoung gulps, glancing between you and Jaehyun, and awkwardly makes his way back to his room. Johnny chuckles at the abrupt end of the night, patting Jaehyun’s shoulder lightly before also heading up to bed. 

Every next move is crucial. With your weight barred on your left leg, you cross your arms with as much attitude as you can to push Jaehyun’s buttons further. “Jaehyun, if you really wanted a kiss, you could just ask me without wasting a turn.”

“Where’s the fun in that, buttercup? You clearly like testing your limits.” His voice drops at the end of his sentence. Jaehyun stands up, approaching you slowly. “But if you want my attention, you could just ask me without trying to make me jealous.”

His boldness catches you off guard, leaving you a bit speechless to formulate a proper explanation. Your hesitation gets caught in your throat when Jaehyun lightly places his hand on your waist. “It’s late, we should probably get to bed.” His raspy baritone cadence rumbles your chest.

Fingers graze his arm softly, but he pulls away before you can get a hold of him. “Are you actually going to sleep?”

Jaehyun walks to the bottom of the staircase, motioning you to walk first. “No, I’ll be up thinking about you.” A smirk finishes his sensual taunt and you cautiously head up the stairs. 

He follows directly after you and a whistle escapes his lips. “Have I given you your daily ass compliment yet?”

“Got one this morning.” With each step, Jaehyun is quick to match. 

“Well, you look amazing everyday.” He meets you at the top of the steps and when you’re ready to part back into your room, he stops you. “Where’s my kiss goodnight, baby?” 

You can’t possibly count the numerous times you’ve rolled your eyes being around him. “In my room, if you dare wish to enter.” Though your statement was clearly sarcastic, Jaehyun raises an questionable eyebrow. 

“I’ll only come if you let me in.” His innocent eyes do not match his sinister tone and his hidden innuendos. 

“I guess I always go into your room, it would be nice to have a change.” Taking his hand, you lead him down the hallway. The doors of your other housemates are oddly closed, but you figured they wanted some privacy. His warm hand feels rough against your palm and your heart drums as you two inch closer to your bedroom.

Jaehyun gently closes your door and examines your room as if he’s never been inside. “Don’t be a stranger.” You say, dropping his hand and sitting at the edge of your bed.

“Do you leave your underwear drawer open for all your friends to see?” He snickers, his pinky holding your special red lace panties up in the air. Your eyes go wide as you quickly yank the material out of his possession and shove the cabinet closed.

“I wouldn’t have figured you were the nosey type.” You grumble, but he takes this close proximity to pull you into his bare chest. His firm hand gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“It was quite obviously on display.” His dark whisper sends a chill down your spine and butterflies to swirl in the pit of your core. The faint smell of his body wash suffocates you all around and his sultry stare has you melting in his hands. It is so difficult to resist him, you want everything that is Jung Jaehyun.

Your words are quite possibly caught in your throat, but the hesitation does not show in your expression. Lightly, your fingertips trace the outline of his biceps and his dark stare follows every drag. Admittedly, Jaehyun will find any excuse to grab your attention. Call him possessive for no good reason, but something inside him bubbles with envy whenever your other housemates even leave a lingering stare.

Although he’s not the type to be vocal about it, his facial expressions speak volumes. May it be his competitive nature, but he can’t let the others have you. You have unknowingly become off-limits to the rest, but frankly, you don’t care all too much. Your prize is already in front of you.

“Are you going to kiss me or do I have to wait all night again?” With every will, you try your best to control the nervous tremble in your bold rhetorical question.

Jaehyun wastes no more time; soft lips crash into your own and you feel like you’re floating. Only he can make you feel this way. Hands in hair, the tug on his fresh locks has him moaning through the kiss. Jaehyun loses himself in you, rubbing his semi-hard cock against your thigh and gripping your ass harshly in his hand.

Every drip of saliva is swapped in the mess of your connected mouths and you’re reminded of how rough this man enjoys to be. Your knees buckle at the thought of him and Jaehyun is quick to hold you up, placing you strategically at the end of your bed. 

Pulling away, he stands in front of you with the largest dick print against his sweatpants, along with a small wet spot. There are no bashful words exchanged as the room is filled with heavy breathing and sultry looks. Jaehyun guides your hand to his waistband, silently waiting for you to free him.

Looking up at your beautiful boy, the neediness of release almost ruins his perfect charming look. Hair is tousled wildly across his eyes and his bottom lip escapes underneath the top row of his pearly teeth. He just looks so fucked out already, you can’t imagine how much he was holding back earlier.

You pull down enough of his pants for his dick to spring up right in front of you, not expecting the lack of underwear. Your small gasp cause him to chuckle, pushing the back of your head forward toward his hard cock. “Surprised?”

“You weren’t wearing underwear the entire night?” You question him as your hands cup his balls. A sharp intake of breath is his only response before he can compose himself. 

Through gritted teeth, Jaehyun stutters, “Like you were?” He throws his head back when your warm tongue flicks against his throbbing red tip. Every vein in his arm and neck pops on display as he grabs a hold of your hair.

“You wouldn’t know.” You snicker, running your tongue up and down his shaft. Jaehyun looks back down at your piercing eyes and his dick right above your cheek.

A smirk grows devilishly, “I’m about to find out.” Pushing your shoulder back gently, your back lands comfortably on the mattress. Your heart is racing as Jaehyun gets down on his knees, situating himself in between your open legs.

“May I?” He asks, warm hands on your inner thighs as he patiently waits for your answer.

“Yes.” Jaehyun pulls your shorts down to reveal your favorite comfort cotton panties that have faded from their original color. Naturally, you grow embarrassed and quickly slap your legs closed before Jaehyun can process. 

He blinks at you questionably, quite taken aback by the abrupt motion. “Are you okay?”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t completely expecting to sleep with anyone tonight. I’m not quite prepared down there.” Your gaze drops and you anxiously fist your sheets in your sweaty hands.

Jaehyun nods, understanding your implications. “I don’t care about those things. You are…” landing a quick peck on your bare knee, he rubs reassuring circles with his thumb. “.... the prettiest baby ever. And if you’d let me, buttercup, I want to make you feel good.” 

He has always been suave with his words, as if he knows the handbook to get butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Slowly, your legs open back up before him and the slightest groan rumbles from his throat.

The wet patch on your panties is hard to ignore and he’s mesmerized, to say the least. He peels down your underwear and uses his thumb to spread your lips. Leaning forward, Jaehyun lightly licks at your erect clit and your twitch in response is enough to feed into his ego. 

He dives hungrily, eating you out until your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back is arching off of the bed. He flattens his tongue against you, pushing in and out of your dripping hole in a rhythmic motion. His nose is deep in your skin, intoxicated by your arousal, and his eyes are drinking up your uncontrollable reactions.

It’s as if electricity shocks through your lower half. The pleasure that comes with every lick and sweet suckle has you panting for more. His name echoes from your tender lips while Jaehyun inserts two fingers to stretch you out. The initial ache subsides into an indescribable pleasure; it’s the feeling of being full of anything mixing with the sensitivity of tongue against clit that has you practically on the verge of release. 

Jaehyun isn’t going to give it to you that easily. The moment your moans grow bolder, your legs begin to shake, your hand putting a little more pressure on his head, he pulls away and gets up. A desperate sigh crushes your chest as the build up leads to dissatisfaction. Jaehyun wipes his chin with the back of his hand, his two fingers glistening before being shoved into your own mouth. 

“That’s my good girl, give yourself a taste.” His hot words cause you to flood a bit more, the feeling of wetness pooling at your core. However, you two toy each other with no end as he is provoked by the way your tongue sensually swirls around his digits and how your hips keep squirming closer to the edge. “How badly do you want to get fucked?”

His firm hand holds your moving hips into the bed and you’re aching to be filled with his dick. He’s so hard that it slaps against his abdomen, red tip and spewing precum. Nonetheless, his self restraint is quite strong as he notices the defeat in your expression. Enough teasing, your body wants him endlessly. 

“Jaehyun, I want you to give me all that you got.” At the end of your request, he enters you slowly with a breathy moan. The stretch is much more than his two fingers, causing you to squirm and wiggle. Inch by inch, Jaehyun fills you to your brim and pauses for you to adjust to his size. 

“Fuck, it’s been awhile since we’ve slept together. I almost forgot how tight you are.” How could this man possibly smile with so much innocence while saying such foul things? The next action causes you to go a bit dizzy as he spits down at your clit and rubs it lovingly with his thumb. You practically see stars on your mundane ceiling. 

He starts moving his hips, deep long thrusts pulling out to only sharply fill you up again. Jaehyun is relentless as every thrust forward has you moving more and more up the bed. Your legs are pressed against your chest, folding you over to hit your sweet spot. When his tip grazes upon the greatest feeling ever, your grip on the sheets grows tighter and he’s smirking at how your mouth hangs open in pure ecstasy and shock.

“You’re so good at taking my cock.” He pants, moving faster than before. “My baby hasn’t been fucked properly in a while, has she?”

You’re at a loss for words at every drag and push. Regardless of you wanting to speak, no words seem to make its way out. Jaehyun narrows his eyes at you, dark grin and a menacing taunt in his low voice. A chuckle begins his sentence, “I know… it’s hard to talk when you feel so good right, buttercup? I can feel you getting more excited down there.”

Placing your legs around his waist, he leans down over you. His sneaky hand travels up your torso, giving your boobs a light squeeze through your shirt. Then, he wraps his hand around your neck gently and carefully, only applying enough pressure to drive you wild. 

He breaks his rhythm, reverting back to the previous slow pace. Something about the way you feel around him, hot and tight, needy and wet. Jaehyun just loves how your body reacts.

The feeling of soreness occupies your lower half and you’re more than certain it’s going to be rough tomorrow morning. Every thrust is agonizing, yet powerful enough to be felt in your guts. Jaehyun never fails to leave an impression.

Through your moans, you manage to stutter out his name. “Please, harder.” Jaehyun picks you up, hands supporting your butt and pressing your back against your door. Placing your legs down, you’re standing up right facing him with a confused expression at the change of location.

For a brief moment, his lustful glare is warm and friendly. It’s the same look that greets you in the car when he drives you two to campus. It’s the one he often looks at you with across the dinner table, usually accompanied with his robust laughter. Jaehyun looks at you as if he’s only ever seen you.

However, his next words are far from romantic and his hand finds its way to your throat, pinning you up against the cold door. “I want them to hear how good I fuck you.” Them. The rest of your housemates. Knowing that the house is far from soundproof, Jaehyun wants everyone to know how enthusiastic he makes you feel. 

“But--” As you begin to protest, he drives his hips up and nestles into you. His free hand grips your waist steadily as he barely pulls out, fucking you deeper until you feel him at the pit of your stomach. There is no ability to hold back your pleasure, moans just naturally fill the room and bounce off every wall.

“Cum for me, I know you’re close.” Jaehyun has no intentions to stop, the feeling of both releases being at the tip of your tongues. “Be the good girl that you are and cum for me.”

The small bubble inside of you is ready to burst. Jaehyun sucks on his fingers to coat them with saliva and reaches down to stroke at your clit. Like a switch, your internal light bulb explodes and every spark of electricity fuels your every vein. 

Your orgasm electrifies you, causing every limb to shake uncontrollably and sporadically. Jaehyun keeps thrusting up, helping you ride out the intensity of your high. 

“There you go, baby.” A small kiss on your shoulder, he pulls out and the emptiness is felt immediately. Getting on your knees, you take his cock in your mouth to help him finish. He rests his fists on the door, hovering over you as his abs flex beautifully under the fluorescent light. Hollowing out your cheeks, your throat invites him deeper and this causes him to mindlessly thrust into your mouth. 

Jaehyun sounds breathy above you, whining about how close he is to cumming. Silence in the room has been replaced with his heavy pants and soft groans, the sound of suckling and slick saliva droning out anything else.

“Fuck, y/n.” He says, as he holds your cheek in his palm and maintains eye contact with you through his brown locks. The view of his dick being swallowed up in your mouth is more than enough to drive him to his edge, strings of cum coating the back of your throat from his release. The saltiness immediately hits your palette.

Jaehyun tosses his head back until the satisfaction dissipates. Slowly pulling himself out, he moves quickly to find you a tissue. For a moment, neither one of you speak as he silently dresses himself and you wipe the remaining spit off of your lips.

He helps you up from the floor, lightly dusting off your bare knees for you. And he says something to break the slightly awkward atmosphere, “are you kicking me out like you do with the rest of your hookups?” Jaehyun laughs, wide smile and dimples deep in his soft cheeks. The glow in his skin radiates in the dimness, he’s a sight that’s too difficult to look away from.

“Did you want to stay?” Tossing on a pair of fresh underwear and pajama shorts, you have a vague memory of Jaehyun holding you after your first fuck together. 

Though Jaehyun is your friend before anything else, he responds like every other hookup unsure about the next steps. He shrugs, turning around and tapping his back for you to hop on. “I’ll take you to the bathroom to wash up.” 

Jumping on his back and wrapping your arms around his neck, he carries you down the hall to the shared bathroom. “You didn’t exactly answer my question.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, knowing how embarrassed you are going to be the next morning when facing the rest of your housemates.

“I know you’re just going to come into my room anyways, right?” He sets you down and the door to the bathroom swings open to reveal an equally surprised Haechan. 

“Shit, you two scared me.” The dramatic boy rests a hand on his chest to calm his startled heart. “You might want to air out the bathroom before doing anything in there.” Jaehyun and Haechan share a laugh as you groan, irritated by the putrid fumes that cursed the poorly ventilated bathroom.

“You’re so gross.” You say, punching Haechan jokingly on the arm.

“Says you.” Haechan pauses to poke at Jaehyun’s bare chest, “and you. We are never playing Truth or Dare ever again.” 

“Don’t hate the players, hate the game bro.” Jaehyun snickers.

Haechan pays no more attention to the two of you, back turned and hurrying into his dark room. “I do hate the game now!” He yells in a whisper, shutting his door to end the conversation. You sigh out of relief that Haechan didn’t press for more details or jokes.

Housemates, you never know what adventures you’d run into with them. Nonetheless, you don’t mind and getting to see a shirtless Jaehyun parade around the house is always a treat.

[ohxthexenvyx]

Friends | Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

Summary: After a really bad day, you see your "best friend" Eddie and breakdown. This event leads to many feelings being shared.

Word count: 828

Warnings: bullying, angst, crying, comfort, fluff, caring Eddie(serious damage<3)

Authors Note: This is my first time writing a Eddie Munson one shot so please be nice and I hope at least on person enjoys this.

It was a long, awful day today, and all you wanted to do was cry. All you could think about was how much you missed Eddie. You hadn't seen him all day due to him skipping your Math class that you had together. It was only lunch and your day was already so bad, and it didn't get any better when you realized Eddie didn't come to lunch due to a deal he was making with someone. Later on into the day, it just getting worse and you couldn't explain why.

At the end of the day, you felt miserable, almost like you could break. That was until you saw Eddie waiting outside his van with what almost was an apologetic smile. And you did break. You walked up to him and just started bawling your eyes out in his arms.

"Woah! Okay so I assume today was a bad day. Would you like to talk about it now or later, out of the public eye?" Eddie said worried about you, you then looked up and realized you indeed were in the public eye, and man was the public eye cruel. Looks of disgust and amusement filled the crowds of students. You then left Eddie's arms and rushed to the passenger seat, where you sat with your head and hands between your legs.

Eddie made his way to the driver's seat and began driving. All he wanted to do was get you home so you could feel a little better. "I'm sorry I wasn't there today," Eddie apologized and parked his van in his driveway. He then got out and made his way to your side. He opened your door, and all you wanted to was hug him, so you did. He reciprocated the hug and began to move his hand in soothing motions on your back. "I really am sorry." He said, showing his sincerity. "Can we go in now?" You said, sounding absolutely miserable, "Yeah let's go in," he responded, leading you to his room.

When you got in you laid down on his bed ignoring the weird stains on his sheets. "It was really that bad, huh?" Eddie said as he sat on the other side of his bed. "Bad? Yeah it was really awful. Everything thing just went wrong?" You began to break down again. "Sh, sh, it's okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." Eddie said as he scooted over to you and hugged you. "No, I do want to tell you. I just- it was awful today. First, I woke up to my mom yelling at me for something I didn't even do. Then when I finally got to school, I tripped on a rock and everyone laughed at me. And then I got to Math class, where I usually get to see you and be relieved of my stress, but you weren't there. And- And then later, I saw someone had written the word 'freak' on my locker and normally that doesn't bother me but after all that went on today, it hurt to hear that and everyone was laughing again. I thought I might see you at lunch but you weren't there. And I- I just didn't want to be there anymore but I had too, and it didn't help that I completely failed a test that I studied so hard. And- And I just missed you." You said at this point you're out of breath and just overall really tired. "Oh. Oh. I'm so sorry I really messed up, huh? I should've there you." Eddie said overwhelmed by all the information he was just given. "I promise I won't skip math class ever again." You laughed at his choice of words, but also you felt loved. "Yeah, I know it's really out of the blue, but we're friends right?" You said catching Eddie off guard causing him to sit up. "Of course we're friends, idiot. Where is this coming from anyways?" Eddie questioned worried at why you were all of a sudden questioning your friendship. You rushed to sit up as well worried that what you were about to say might end everything between you two. "Well it's just that I care about you and- and I want to be with you, but I don't think you like me back." Eddie was stunned. "And you probably don't, and I could totally just leave right now if you-" You rushed out, but before you could finish, you were quickly shut up by a pair of extremely soft and eager lips. It wasn't what you expected, but you quickly reciprocated the kiss and soon you were laying back down with Eddie hovering over you. "Of course I like you. I might even love you." He said quietly.

"I love you too more than anything." You said too tired to say anything else. And before you even knew it you were both asleep in each other's arms.

[selfcarecap]

Late Night Car Confessions [p.p]

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Title says it all - You confess something to Peter, in his car, late at night. Stuff happens. If you know what I mean :) Ok let’s go. (poisjuhdjgsi)

Warning: Swearing, smut, because who would I be if there wasn’t smut, awkwardness but that’s a given when Peter’s in it and I’m writing it, mentions of tasting like fast food while you’re kissing?lmao

Word Count: 2.4k

-this is a repost of an old fic- (like seriously, one of my very first fics 😭)

‘PASSED!!!!!!!!!!’ The text reads.

A big smile spreads on your face as your whole body suddenly becomes giddy with excitement for your best friend.

‘That’s amazing!! Congrats!!!’ You text back, not noticing the teacher calling your name.

“Would you like to share what you’re so excited about with the class?” He asks sternly, many heads turning around to look at you.

“Peter just passed his driving test!” Usually you would’ve just apologised and then been quiet, but the teacher quite likes Peter and breaks out into a shameful smile.

“That’s great, but now please put your phone away.” He continues with the lesson.

Ned gives you a thumbs up with a teeth-revealing smile.

‘I wanna take you out tonight’ Peter texts again.

Your heart starts beating rapidly - take you out...?

‘I mean just drive somewhere to celebrate just because now I can, well, drive, May’s making me come to classes for the rest of the day so I’ll see u soon’

*

You and Peter get your favourite takeaway after he picks you up in May’s car that she allowed him to borrow.

He takes you to some shopping centre’s car park to the top floor, miles away from home. You’re not sure if it’s legal because it’s already closed and he managed to manoeuvre the car through some dodgy back entrance, but the view over New York is more than worth it.

“I like that song.” You comment as Ed Sheeran’s new song plays on the radio.

“Me too.” He nods.

A comfortable silence falls over the two of you as Peter focuses on the song, waiting for a specific lyrics.

Yeah, you look stunning, dear

Peter sings along to the song pointing at you and you can’t help but laugh at his cheesiness. Although you know he probably doesn’t mean it and he’s just making this whole crush-type-of-thing you have on him harder.

You finish your meal as the song plays on and soon Peter’s talking about it again.

“I think it’s great. You know he’s like, just be who you are, don’t try to fit in if that’s not who you are, and live your truth and I think that’s really, really cool.”

Suddenly you feel really weird.

Peter’s so kind-hearted and is the type of person you want to be yourself around, he makes you feel accepted.

And yet, you’re keeping your biggest secret from him, when it involves him the most.

You clear your throat, wiping your hands on a tissue.

“Uh yeah, there’s something, about ... living my truth... Something, I guess, I’m scared to admit but... I can’t really live anymore without at least - saying it.”

Peter turns the music down slightly and sets the rest of his food between the two chairs of the car, listening intently and turning to you completely, but you stay still for another few seconds.

“Peter?”

“Uh-huh?”

“I um... I uh... I like you. As, you know, more than just a friend...”

You dare to look at him and he’s frozen. He still has food in his mouth and has stopped chewing.

“I just... I’m sorry it’s okay if you don’t feel the same, it’s just I have these feelings... and I couldn’t hide them anymore...”

You feel the tears forming in your eyes as you look at anything but Peter, and soon wet is flowing past your cheeks across your face.

“I’m just, I’ll get over you, it’s fine, I’m just... Um, fuck...” You try and laugh it off, rubbing the tears away from your eyes.

“I like you too.” You hear from beside you, your vision still blurry from crying.

“You don’t have to say that just because you feel bad, just give me a few weeks and I’ll be fine again.”

“No I mean it,” he says firmly “I just still had food in my mouth and I know you don’t like when people talk when there’s food in their mouth.”

Stop being so damn cute, Parker.

“I would’ve said it earlier. I was actually planning on telling you today, you know I felt confident with having passed the test and stuff. But I figured if you didn’t feel the same it would be awkward ‘cause we’re like halfway across the city and away from home. There’s a reason Ned isn’t here, even though he’s been dying to have me drive him somewhere as soon as I get my license as the first in our friend group. But I wanted to be alone with you.”

“Really?” You tears are fully gone now, though you still can’t quite believe what Peter’s saying.

“Of course. I’ve... I’ve liked you for a while.”

“Me too.”

“Ca-can I kiss you?” He asks.

You lean over the console and grip the top of the seat behind him, close your eyes, and then your lips are on his.

It’s just a peck but it lasts for a few seconds while the music plays softly in the background.

Drove for hours last night and we made it nowhere

I see stars in your eyes when we’re halfway there

Cause with my arms around you there’s no need to care

You pull back with a deep breath and slowly open your eyes.

Both of you can’t suppress small laughs and after a few moments your hand snakes around his head to gently grip his neck and then you’re kissing again.

This time he’s the one who pulls back breathless.

“You taste like fries.” He smiles.

“So do you.” It’s only a little gross but you take your apple juice anyway, take a sip and hope you don’t taste of fast food anymore and Peter copies your action.

“Can you kiss me again?”

You peck his lips again. And again and again. You’re about to deepen the kiss when you hear the cracking of some paper underneath you and you realise the hem of your shirt is soaked in ketchup.

“Ew”

“Oh, shit- do you wanna take it off?”

You glare at him playfully, “At least properly take me out first.”

“If you want you can have my shirt? Actually, I should have a spare in my bag.”

He reaches to the back seat and pulls a brown shirt out of his bag, some science pun you can’t bring yourself to try and understand right now. There’s other things on your mind.

“Thanks, Peter.”

Before you can even say anything he looks to his left so he won’t see you changing.

Maybe, just maybe, you wish he would look, but you know he’s too much of a gentleman to do that.

You manoeuvre the ketchup stained shirt over your head without getting any sauce on your face or hair.

When you’ve changed into Peter’s shirt you tell him he can look again.

He gulps when he sees you in his shirt.

“I think you’re gonna have to keep that. It’s never gonna look nearly as good on me now that I’ve seen you in it.”

“I’d like that. I smell like you now.”

You quickly pack the remaining food in the paper bag and away from you and lean in to Peter completely, kissing him again, more intense this time.

After a few minutes of making out you take your hand and move it to his thigh, only in an attempt to get more comfortable but he tenses up as soon as you touch him.

Though you notice it’s not negative at all.

He relaxes when your hand stays only above his knee and his hand comes to touch your side, pulling you closer by the waist. Your hand moves up his leg automatically and your thumb starts stroking his inner thigh and his leg twitches.

“You should stop that if…” You retrieve your hand quickly, worried you’ve made him uncomfortable.

“I wouldn’t wanna make a mess of the car or my pants..” You smirk at the fact that he’s open to doing something sexual and making a mess is his only concern.

Peter still looks like he wants to rip all your clothes off. You move over him and his seat a little clumsily to open his door and get out of the car. He follows as you guide him in front of the car by his hand.

“What are we doing?”

You press him to the hood of the car and lower yourself to your knees, that should answer his question.

“What if someone comes?”

“Don’t worry Peter, you’re gonna be the only one who comes.” He rolls his eyes at your dry humour but quickly becomes a nervous wreck again as your hands smooth over the already semi-hard bulge under his jeans.

“Relax, Peter.”

You open his belt and unzip his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers just enough to free his cock.

“This okay?”

“Fuck, o-of course.” He mumbles as you start stroking him.

He completely hardens almost immediately and you spit into your hand and go back to his dick, as you press an experimental kiss to the tip.

He curses from above you as you try out more, swirling your tongue around the already leaking head, as your hand continues twisting around the length of him.

You hear his continuous groaning, trying to keep quiet which only makes you more eager to make him feel good, as you do your best to take more of him.

You take the hand that’s not jerking him off and support yourself against his thigh, gripping it firmly as you start bobbing your head up and down him as far as you can take, your mouth replacing your hand which is now touching his balls gently.

Judging by the sounds he’s making and how his abs flex, you’re really good for someone who’s doing this for the first time. That, or Peter’s just really into you. Or maybe both.

You notice he’s been holding back, hands on the hood of the car behind him and you can feel the muscles around his hips and thighs clenching, trying hard not to buck against you.

Sliding one of your hands to take his, he intertwines your fingers; you furrow your brows at his innocent action and place his hand in your hair on top of your head urging him to be less careful and give in to the pleasure fully, be more rough. You want to give him the full experience.

Your eyes lock as you look up at him expectantly, his cock still in your mouth and Peter really has to hold back not to explode right there and then.

“Te- Tell me if it gets too much.” He says before his hips start bucking into you involuntarily, his cock thrusting into your mouth and somehow he still manages to make the action gentle and loving.

His hand on your head urges you forward to meet his thrusts halfway and soon he’s moaning above you again. His grip in your hair tightens and you look up to see him staring down at you, slightly squinting out of pleasure.

A few more thrusts with his cock stuffed down your throat and he spills his saltiness into your mouth with one last snap of his hips.

When his movements stop you pull your mouth off with a pop and stroke his thigh before packing him back into his boxers while he’s still breathless, a string of spit and cum between your mouth and him.

You’re still eager to show him you swallowed all as you stick out your tongue for him and he grins sheepishly.

“That was a nice view to cum to.“ You turn your head to look at the view behind you, high up above the night-light lit city.

You turn back to him with a smile to see him still looking at you, referring to you with the view.

You tsk at his cheesiness and playfully roll your eyes as he pulls you up again, immediately turning your body to cage you between him and the car, his arms firmly on the hood behind you, a nearly feral look in his eyes all of a sudden.

He grips your thighs and hoists you up so you’re now lying on the hood of the car as his fingers pull up the hem of your - his - shirt and he starts trailing kisses along your belly working to kiss further and further down.

You shoot up suddenly after hearing some steps in the distance. “Peter, I think I heard someone.”

He looks somewhere into the distance behind the car and his eyes go wide as he sees a security guard with a torch coming your direction.

”Get in the car, get in the car get in the car!“ He urges and you’re not sure if he realises he does it, but he slaps your ass multiple times as he makes you quickly get back into your side of the car, after seeing the security guard quite close now.

He starts the motor just as quick but looks at you expectantly before he actually accelerates.

”Drive, Peter!“

”Get on your seatbelt!“

You scoff but quickly do as he says, smiling.

”I didn’t get my license for nothing.“

He speeds through the city (as fast as the law will allow at least) until you’re at a nearly empty car park in front of some supermarket, this time legally.

”That was close.“ You both look at each other and burst out laughing finally, giving in to the adrenaline of the situation of nearly being caught.

You’re both breathless by the time you’re finished laughing and Peter looks back at you again, still smiling while he looks at your hair.

”You.. you look really sexy with your hair messy.“

”Yeah well it’s messy thanks to you.“ You open the mirror above your head and try smoothing down the flyaways you got from Peter gripping your hair.

”Did I hurt you?“

”Not at all, I enjoyed it.“ You grin over at him shyly when an idea seems to strike him.

”Well I still have to return the favour, don’t I? I have a feeling you’re gonna enjoy that, too.“ He leans over to push your car seat backwards as he climbs to the floor, situating himself in front of you as you spread your legs for him...

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Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Naughty Wolf (m)

Wolf!Baji x Red Riding Hood!Reader

18+ fic minors dni

Red Riding Hood is a title given to those with the duty of delivering food, crops, livestock, etc. to the wolves in exchange for the protection of the village. But what if you met one of those wolves?

CW: Sexual Content, biting, hair pulling

Word Count: 15,010 (yeesh haha)

A/N: I haven't written anything in a loooong time haha. Also forgive my smut scenes they aren't my forte when it comes to writing. English is also not my first language so have mercy if I made any mistake haha. And lastly @kazutoraholic here's the result of that little thirst post you had about Wolf!Baji hahaha hope you enjoy this too.

In a map of a far away kingdom, there is a dense forest that not many have travelled to. There have been so many sightings of large monsters and predators out for prey. Beasts so strong even the strongest knights cannot defeat. Said beasts has been observed to only reside in the forest not wandering outside so they just left it be. But in the middle of said forest resides a quaint village. As most would assume how could this village survive in such an environment where beasts of great magnitude reside? Well they don’t. They’ve enlisted the help of the “wolves” of the area whom have taken the responsibility of protecting the villagers from outside intruders from entering the village.

Mighty generous some would say but alas, their services are not for free. They have demanded to be provided some crops and livestock from the village every two weeks. And that’s where Red Riding Hoods enter. They are responsible of dropping off said supplies at a certain drop off inside the forest. Red Riding Hoods must be able to easily navigate through the dense forest for faster delivery of the supplies. They don a red hood as an indicator that they are allies to the wolves so as to not to mistakenly attack them.

One of those Red Riding Hoods happens to be your grandmother. She would be leaving for quite a while and come back with great stories of her adventures through the forest. It could be as great as catching sight of the mightily beasts or as mundane as finding a rare herb, you soaked it all up earning you a great curiosity what’s beyond those dense forest. She even mentioned coming across a wolf pup who wouldn’t let her go until she gave him some food. You both laughed at the story while also telling you not to tell anyone and it’ll be your little secret. She emphasized how the wolves are very private creatures and doesn’t really like interacting with humans. She brings life and wonder of what’s beyond the forest and not just a habitat of dangerous beasts.

But one day, your grandmother never made it home. She disappeared. She never came back from delivering the supplies. There’s a rule where once a Red Riding Hood haven’t returned in a week, they are presumed dead and a new Red Riding Hood is titled. A rule some would say is absurd, but considering how dangerous the forest is it seemed to make sense. And most cases where Red Riding Hoods not returning, they either end up found dead or still missing.

Your grandmother’s disappearance could be enough to drive you away from the forest, but you still have hope that she’s still out there. So you resorted to ways where you could go into the forest without trouble. Become a Red Riding Hood.

The only knowledge you have of the forest is your grandmother’s stories which does give information but not enough to get you to be a master navigator. SO you spent the rest of your teenage years studying about navigating and studying the on the forest that is available. After years and years of studying, you finally find yourself fit to be a Red Riding Hood. Teachers and Professors are willing to put in a good word for you when you applied to be a Red Riding Hood. And after going through a tedious process of paperwork and testing, you finally did it. You are now a Red Riding Hood. You may be doing it because you want closure on your grandmother’s disappearance, but you still felt that childlike giddiness now that you’re just like your amazing grandmother.

And here you are at the village gates waiting for the gates to open to enter the forest. Nervous and excited, that’s what you are. You’ve always been a curious little bean, so seeing more of the forest beyond just illustrations and books is beyond exciting. But you’re also nervous because who wouldn’t be when the most dangerous forest in the kingdom is right there where wild beasts could maul you anytime. So yeah, nervous and excited. To calm your nerves, you resorted to count the supplies and double…well triple check in this case.

“Nervous?” a man in knight uniform approached you.

“Atsushi! Yes. Seeing the forest up close like this is…”you looked up and took a view of the forest “pretty intimidating”

“Ah I told you Akkun is fine. Might as well get familiar with each other since I’ll be escorting you to the gates from now on. And if it’s any consolation, this is my first time being near the forest too.”

You chuckled at his nervous face when gazing at the forest which you can definitely relate too. Knowing someone else might relate to you comforted you a little.

“Welp! Off I go then!” you said cheerfully trying to ignore your nerves.

“Take care okay. And thank you for your service to the village.”

“An honor to serve the village. See ya!” you said before taking off.

You’ve been travelling for two days and you came to one conclusion. You were definitely being followed. You don’t really have any evidence you were being followed but you can just feel it. You barely slept last night, but at least you’re already at the drop off point. So you quickly did your tasks so you can travel back home already and hopefully not get mauled by a beast.

Just as you were thinking of that, you heard leaves from a branch rustle. Your face paled and your body was paralyzed. ‘Not on my first day please not on my first day” you pleaded with your eyes closed. You slowly opened your eyes and turned your head towards the direction of the rustle.

You came into eye contact with a guy. No wait, uh, he has dog or maybe was it wolf ears. He must probably one of the wolves. But when learning about the wolves you assumed they would look more…wolf-like and not human-like.

“Hey.” The guy? Dog? Wolf? Said trying to get your attention

“Uhm, can I- can I help you?” you hoped you said that loud enough for him to hear you still were shocked of what you came across.

“Ya got food on ya?”he asked and stepping out from the bush.

“Yea, I just locked it in the drop off point.”

He looked at the drop off point and looked back at you. “That’s great! But what I mean is a spare food you guys have a lot of those right?” he said with somewhat an excited look on his eyes. You even caught a glimpse of his wagging tail behind him.

“Well the food on me is for me while I travel.” You explained while patting your bag.

“Aww. How about a bite then?” he asked stepping near your bag and sniffing a little which caused him to drool a bit.

“No can do, sorry”

“A nibble then?” he asked crouching down next to your bag and looking up at you giving you the puppy eyes. You almost cooed out loud because admittedly he looked cute looking like that. You shook your head “N-no” you faltered.

As you said that, his face turned into a frown and his ears started to droop down. ‘Oh no not the ears, not the ears! Hhnnggg those cute ears and those fluffy hair aagghh!’You sighed and reached for your bag “Alright, fine”

“Hell yeah!” he stood up and took the sandwich you handed him with bright eyes. It isn’t a problem really; you made extra the amount of food for your travels to gauge how much you’ll need for next time. As the guy devoured the sandwich, you started to observe him. Long dark hair one of the noticeable trait of his after his ears. Sharp canines which he made great use of while eating, and amber eyes which were now looking at you. ‘Oh’ how long have you been staring at him? You felt yourself blush at the thought of getting caught but brushed it off.

“So, I hope you enjoyed it!”you tried making conversation

The guy gave you a smile that showed off his canines. “Definitely! It was just as good as your grandmother’s haha.” He said while patting his tummy.

“Wait-huh? My grandmother’s?”

“Was she not your grandmother? There used to be a nice old lady who gave me food all the time when she goes here.”

‘Could it be?!’

“A-are you by chance talking about my grandmother?!” you asked enthusiastically getting close to him in the process…well maybe too close judging by the fact that he stepped back a little.

“Yes…” he said now the one thinking you’re strange

“H-h-how do you know my grandmother and I were related?” your thoughts were going a mile a minute that turning those thoughts into words is a bit of a struggle.

“Well, you both smelled similar.”

“Eh?”

“Your scent.”

You stared at him before backing away and covering yourself “Have you been sniffing me?!”

“Wha- I was sniffing your bag I just got a whiff of you!”

“And how were you able to do that?!”

“I’m a wolf!”

“Oh” you realized feeling a little bit dumb. But at least you got a confirmation of what he is.

The guy in front of you sighed and said “Why don’t we start over. I’m Baji Keisuke, one of the wolves defending you village from the forest a pleasure to meet you.” He held out his hand for you to shake, which you accepted. “Gotta say, didn’t expect for you guys to change the Red Riding Hood so soon.”

Feeling like some tension was taken off, you decided to be friendly. “What can I say, I guess I impressed the village head with my top notch navigating skills.” you giggled at your faux arrogance which also earned the now named Baji a chuckle.

“So… you knew my grandmother?”

“I knew her as that nice lady with good food, other than that I don’t really remember much, was just a pup after all.”

Ah, you remember now. You recall your grandmother telling you stories about a wolf pup always bothering her until he gets food. With how he acted earlier, you definitely can connect the dots now.

“So how is she? Haven’t seen her for a long time.”

At that you felt yourself get sad for a bit. “I was hoping you would know something about it actually.”

He raised his brow at that statement “What do you mean?”

You looked at him before saying “She…she went missing. Here in the forest.”

“Oh. I see.” He said while looking down having a guess on what happened

“Don’t look so down, I still have hope that she’s still somewhere out there!” you declared full of confidence, you were determined to get to the bottom of your grandmother’s disappearance and Baji could sense that.

“Mind if I join you in that little quest of yours?”

You looked at him in surprise and delight you grabbed his hands and looked at him with bright eyes “Really?! You would do that?” you asked brimming with gratefulness.

Baji blushed a little bit at the sudden contact and proximity but you were just so excited to get help from someone that has a connection to your grandmother outside of the village that you failed to notice his flustered face. “Of course. Consider that as payment from the snack you gave me.”

“Oh you don’t have to worry about that.”

He smiled at you at that “Still, I would love to help you. She’s been a part of my childhood too albeit not as much as yours.”

“Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you!” you said while continuously bowing.

“H-hey save your thanks for later once we actually made progress.”

“Oh r-right, ehehe”

“You better get going. You’ve got quite a long journey back home.”

“That’s true. I’ll take my leave then! It was very nice to meet you!”

As you were about to leave you felt him tug at your sleeve prompting you to look at him “Hey what do you say I escort you back to your village?”

“Really?” you asked though you find it hard to say no to a little extra protection from the forest’s dangers “Would that be ok?”

“Of course! Besides I like you!” he declared which made you blush heavily “No-wait uh, that didn’t come out right. What I was trying to say is that uh, your grandmother talks about from time to time so I kind of got an idea of what you were like so yea.” He let out a nervous laugh and though ‘The hell was that explanation, did it even make sense???’

“W-well I’ll be in your care then!” you tried to change the subject since this conversation is making you more and more flustered.

“Right!” he gave you a mock salute and went off to lead the way.

Through your journey, the sunset came about you. Baji stepped forward and held his hand towards the setting sun. He seemed to be gauging something before saying “We got a an hour or so before the sun completely sets. Let’s settle right here and set up camp.”

“Ok ok, I’ll grab some firewood not far from here.”

“Hmm, got a tent with you? I can set it up while you’re gathering.”

“Yes! Yes I do.” You answered handing it to him “Thank you very much.”

“Not a problem. Off you go now make sure to gather enough before dark.”

“I’ll be right back then.” Just as you said that, Baji noticed something move in his peripherals.

Finding firewood wasn’t that difficult and you find yourself content with the amount you have gathered. As you were finishing up, you heard a rustle to your right. “Ah Baji you didn’t have to come here I was…just…” it wasn’t Baji. And judging by the fact that this creature was eyeing you up as its next meal, it was safe to assume that it wasn’t gonna be as friendly as Baji was.

You tried to keep steady so as to not provoke the creature, but that didn’t matter since it started to approach you sizing you up. You’ve had training where you were taught how to defend yourself from these beasts and escape quickly but facing off with the real deal like this caused you to have a mental block.

You tried slowly reaching for your weapon—which is a measly knife—but it’ll have to do. But even the smallest of movements is enough to provoke it and was now charging at you in full speed. You were about to run but in the blink of an eye the beast’s head was crushed. And right on top of that crushed head is Baji’s foot. You were about to approach him but then he started stomping on the beast’s head flattening it to the ground. He then went towards its body and started to slash at it with his claws that you didn’t notice until now. He slashed and diced until all that’s left was just minced meat.

He took out what looked to be a handkerchief and wiped his face and hands before turning to face you. What he saw wasn’t exactly pleasant. You had a pale face with your trembling hands in front of you. He hopes he didn’t scare you too much, but what he did was necessary lest the creature go limping without its head. He took cautious steps towards you and you seemed to be rooted where you stand.

Who wouldn’t be intimidated at such a display? You knew it was necessary for both your survival but that was just too much for you to handle right now. On your first day no less. When you noticed Baji stepping towards you, you didn’t know what to do so you just stayed there. You were so lost in thought that you were surprised when you felt warmth around your hands. You looked down and saw him holding your hands. It was so big and warm and so…comforting.

Baji held your hands tenderly trying to calm you down. Once he felt your hands stop trembling, he asked you softly. “You doing ok now?”

His deep voice was enough to ground you to reality and be at the moment. “Oh I’ll….I’ll be fine. Just trying to process everything really.” Seeing one of the said protectors of your village in action is a lot, add on the fact that you were just in grave danger it’s a lot to take in. And he understood that.

“Why don’t we head back to the camp and rest there for a while then?”

So that’s what you two did. Seated by the campfire while you both stare at the bonfire, both of you not really knowing how to break the ice. You decided and went for it though so blurted out “That was impressive.”

“What is?”

“You overpowering something thrice your size. Didn’t even had a chance against you, you just stepped on it like a small bug.”

“It’s technically our job to get rid of those guys fast and efficiently.”

“Was mincing it really necessary? I mean you destroyed it’s head surely it must’ve died by then.”

“It’s mostly just a precaution really. That thing found us quite near our camp so I didn’t wanna take any chances.”

“I see.” As soon as you said that silence overcame the two of you once again. It wasn’t a comfortable silence nor was it an awkward silence. Just silence.

Baji got tired of it though. He looked at his surroundings before letting out a grunt as he stands up. “Come on, I wanna show you something. It’s not far from here.” He said as he offered you a hand to help you up.

You let him lead the way. You two walked for about two to three minutes until you ended up in a grass field where he stopped in his tracks. Was this the place, there isn’t much to see around here.

Baji suddenly bolted and ran through the fields in different patterns. You looked at him incredulously wondering what the hell he was doing. Before you could ponder on what purpose of his running was, you suddenly see a trail of gold light following after him. It didn’t take long for you to realize “Fireflies!”

They looked oh so beautiful with the moonlit night. As beautiful as they are your attention was on something completely different. Seeing Baji jumping and hopping around somehow made your heart skip a beat. ‘I don’t know maybe it’s his handsome mug?’

“Hey! Come on run with me!” Didn’t have to tell you twice. For the next ten minutes all you two did was run around while also trying to catch fireflies and letting them go not long after. It’s a cute activity except when Baji started to catch them with his mouth asking if it makes him glow. Which you firmly said no and proceeded to scold him, except it happened more than once so now you’re chasing after him to free those poor fireflies.

You managed to tackle him down but when you looked at him there was nothing in his mouth anymore. So here you are lying on top of him. You blushed at your position and quickly got off him for you to then lie down beside him. He was still laughing from the experience doing his best to calm his laughter down. You two are now staring at the stars while lying down and surrounded by fireflies.

“Beautiful place isn’t it?”

“Yeah” you sighed in contentment

“The forest is a scary place. It’s full of dangers and predators ready to pounce on its prey. But at the same time it can also be beautiful. It’s little wonders like these that give life to the forest. What you experienced earlier is a terrifying experience, but I ask you not to let that incident define how you view this place after all, it is my home. And maybe…your grandmother’s too.”

You sat up from your position and turned to look at him. “Thank you.” You chuckled after saying that “How much did I thank you just for today?”

“Don’t know wasn’t really keeping count. Besides,” he sat up “nothing wrong with being grateful.”

“We should take our rest; we still have quite a lot of land to travel through tomorrow. Especially you, you just went berserk just earlier.”

“Are you kidding I could easily take one of those guys again right now with ease.”

“Don’t jinx us.”

“Hahaha my bad, my bad,”

Your two day trip was shortened to a day and a half. And now the village walls is in your view already.

“Woah! Thanks for the help and of course for escorting me all the way here.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. Managing to trek through these forests to the drop off point in only two days is commendable. You’re a Red Riding Hood for a good reason.”

“Oh come on you’re making me blush from those praise.” You muttered while holding your cheeks.

“Oh you got a thing for praises then?”

“What?”

“Huh?”

Baji cleared his throat and said “Well uh looks like we’ll be seeing each other quite often huh.”

“Oh yeah yeah.”

“Until next time then?”

“Of course!” you answered quite enthusiastically

“Save me some snacks for next time then!” he waved at you before disappearing in the forest.

A very interesting first day you must admit.

You’re currently at your home taking your rest until the next excursion in the forest. You’re gonna have to set a routine and a new lifestyle so you can get used to your new job. As you’re taking your rest, your mind started to wander to that wolf you just met. He’s very energetic but you had a feeling you haven’t gotten the full experience just yet.

Now that you think about it, was it normal for wolves to escort Red Riding Hoods? It would make sense since they’re carrying something that the wolves need but that doesn’t explain the continuous disappearances of them. Maybe it happens occasionally. When you were studying, you haven’t come across any accounts that states they’ve been escorted by a wolf before. The only explanation you could think of is that since wolves are private creatures they don’t want them talking about how they are. Well the best way to find answers is to ask someone who’s been a Red Riding Hood before.

“Who did what now?” the man in front of you asked, shock written all over his face.

“A wolf escorted me home and I was wondering if that were normal for us.”

“Y-you came across a wolf?” he asked still in disbelief. He then stood up instantly “Do you realize what this means?! No one has seen any of the wolves for decades now!” The man then started to mutter and spouting details you couldn’t really make out so you just slowly backed away. Well now you know it’s definitely not normal. He was probably just helping you out cause he was familiar with your grandmother…and the food, can’t forget about that.

After all that deliberation here you are again nearing the drop off point to of course drop off the crops and livestock. You’re sat beside a large tree near it taking a little bit of rest before travelling back home again. When you felt well rested enough, you reached for your bag to take off only to find out it’s not there. Well that’s worrisome, but said worries were set aside when you heard someone clear their throat from above you.

“Looking for this?~” Baji asked while holding out the bag as he sits on a tree branch.

“Baji! Come on give it back!” he lowered the bag to you but pulled it out of your reach went you went to grab for it which made you chuckle. You tried to grab it from him multiple times jumping up and down. “Hardi har har Baji, now give it back or else I won’t be able to give you your snacks.” You persuaded which surprisingly worked on him as he jumped down from the tree branch.

He held out the bag to you but went to a sprint before you could grab it. “Catch me first! Hahaha” run after him you did. You figured that he wasn’t running in his top speed as you were able to easily catch up to him. No way were you able to outrun a wolf and you weren’t exactly the fastest either. Just as you thought you were close to him, he jumped up and onto a tree.

He turned to you and held his hand out “Upsy daisy!”

That caught you off guard “I’m not exactly a tree climber.”

“Don’t worry I got you!” he smiled at you with that wide smile where his sharp canines were on display. With such a charming smile, you couldn’t bring yourself to say no so you took his outstretched hand. You were much surprised when he was able to lift you up with just one hand.

He then handed the bag to you and climbed up higher and reached his hand out again. “We’re going higher?”

“Yeah I wanna show you something”

“How will we get down?”

“I’ll carry you down.”

You gave this a thought if it would be a good idea. You concluded that seeing the forest from a bird’s eye view can be very helpful especially in travelling. “Alright then.”

The higher you two get, the tighter the grip you had on Baji. He couldn’t help but silently smile at the thought that you trusted him in such a situation. Not long after, you two were at the top of the tree where the view of the large dense forest came to greet you. “Wow!” you gawked at the view while Baji basked in viewing the wonder in your eyes. “Look! I can see a little glimpse of the village’s gate from here!” you exclaimed pointing at its direction.

“They are pretty tall.” He acknowledged

You continued to sightsee and take in the large display of trees. You were taken out of your attention when you heard howling. You turned to Baji whose back was on you. You saw his flattened ears on his head, so you adjusted yourself to look at him and confirmed that it’s him who’s howling. “What are you doing?” you asked curiously

He turned to you and gave you a smirk. And that view got you blushing, his smirk along with the wind blowing his hair back with the large forest as the backdrop. After giving you the reassuring smirk, he continued to howl towards the forest for a few more seconds before pausing, waiting for something. Suddenly you heard howling coming from different directions of the forest.

Baji barked out laughter when he heard them. “THOSE ARE MY PALS!” he declared proudly. “You wanna meet them someday?”

“Can I?!?!” you asked excitedly. The idea of getting to know more about him and his friendships excited you.

You realize that your spot right now is a nice place to eat. So you fetched the food that you prepared for him. You decided to cook two servings of stir fried noodles since you figured that this man most likely had a gigantic stomach judging by the fact with how he devoured your sandwich last time.

Baji being the ever vigilant wolf that he is, smelt the food you took out and quickly sat beside you waiting to be handed the delicious smelling food. You even caught a glimpse of his wagging tail.

You held out the container to him but quickly pulled it back as he went to grab for it laughing at his pouty face paired with droopy ears. “Payback time.” He went and grabbed for it again but you managed to swipe it away from his reach. He tried again and again until your entire arm was outstretched while he was leaning on you as he tried to reach the container. It didn’t take long for you two to realize that he was basically hugging you with both his hands stretched out to reach the container and you in between his arms.

Both of you were quick to separate and sat there a little embarrassed flushing at the thought of how close you two were. “Here” you placed the container on his lap.

“Th-thanks”

A few moments has passed and you heard him starting to eat. Baji thinks that it’s delicious! It even reminded him of a certain food he loves back home but his mind is currently at how close they were earlier. You felt warm he could cuddle you all day just stay in your arms basking in its warmth. “Do you like it?”

“Mmfff!” He answered while also nodding his head. “We have something similar back home too!”

“Glad you enjoyed it. So uh,” you looked down from the tree “How exactly are we gonna get down?”

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll just carry you down.” He offered you his back “Just hang on to me and I’ll do the climbing down.

You appreciated that he was willing to do something like that but the thought of hanging on his back at such a height makes you scared that you’ll accidentally let go of him.

Baji sensed the anxiety you were currently having and thought of something else. “Th-then how about hanging from my front then.”

“Huh?”

“You clearly didn’t like the first idea and this is the only alternative I can think of.”

That was quite a smooth move whether it was his intention or not didn’t matter. Nevertheless clinging or basically hugging him until you get down didn’t seem like a bad idea. And you like being in his arms from earlier.

“That’ll do then.”

“Alright! Come on over here then.” He opened his arms with a wide smile trying to hide his fluster.

As you two got into position, both of you couldn’t help but focus on the breathing that’s right next to your ears. You give a pretty tight hug too. He lifted your thighs and guided them to wrap around his waist. The position was admittedly quite suggestive but he didn’t have any complaints and as he’s observed it seemed to be ok with you too. “Hang on tight.” He said as he started his descent.

As he was descending, you couldn’t help but pay attention to the breathing and grunts coming from him. You felt shame for thinking such thoughts so you just focused on the wind in your hair as he jumps from branch to branch and in no time at all you’re both back to the ground.

Once your feet were on the ground, you leaned back from your embrace with Baji. You still had your arms on his shoulders and his hands on your waist with you two just looking at each other. You caught a movement from his head and saw a caterpillar on his hair which made you giggle.

“What?” he asked concerned if he somehow looked silly.

“Nothing you just got a friendly guy hanging on you.” You reached for the caterpillar and let it crawl to your hand. As you wait for it to get to your hand, you felt how soft Baji’s hair actually was. You only assumed when since it looked like it, but getting to feel it it’s even softer than you expected.

The whole time Baji was just admiring you since he didn’t usually get a close look at you so he’s making the most out of this situation. He watched you place said caterpillar on a nearby bush letting it go in its merry way.

After that little encounter, you both agreed to start your journey back to the village. And thus another delivery as a Red Riding Hood has finished.

The both of you developed a routine where every time you are to do your duties, he would meet you at the drop off point, eat whatever you had prepared for him, and then show you a part of the forest he believes you would like. He never failed to bring a smile on your face when touring you through the forest. Then he’ll be on his way when you’re near the village. You’ve had this steady lifestyle for months until one day…

You were waiting for Baji because you just know that he’s on his way to get his precious snack. Your relaxed stated was disrupted when you smelt something burning. ‘That’s not good’ you thought It definitely wasn’t the smell of burning bonfire. You immediately rushed towards the direction of the burning hoping that it wasn’t the start of a forest fire.

Arriving at the scene, you were relieved it wasn’t a forest fire, but that relief was short lived because what you saw was somehow just as bad. There Baji was holding down a beast which is burning. “BAJI?!”

Your call made him turn to look at you. The sight of you made him widen his eyes in surprise “Stay back! I’ll handle this!” he said as he smacked the beast with a flaming torch before jumping away. He grabbed you in a hug and hid behind a tree where you only heard the flames getting bigger before silence.

You tried to look behind the tree but Baji only tightened his hold on you. The sound of something blowing up then overwhelmed you as you buried you head in his chest. A few more moments after that, Baji then loosened his hold on you. Once again you tried looking behind the tree only to find ashes everywhere. Nothing in the surrounding seemed to be burnt; the only evidence of there being a fire was the ashes and a missing patch of grass.

Before Baji could say anything, you smacked him upside the head. “What were you thinking?!?! You could’ve started something disastrous doing something like that!”

“But I didn’t~” he said before letting out a nervous laugh.

You went up real close to his face and said “You better NOT do this again or no more snacks for you!”

“Yes ma’am!”

You sighed and decided to take his word on it for now. “What even drove you to burning that beast?” you asked rubbing your temples

When you looked at him, he was guiltily looking down at his lap his ears droopy too, a clear sign of his guilt “I was hungry.” He said while in a pout.

“Come again?”

“I was hungryyyy” he whined “I easily get riled up when I’m hungry. That beast just attacked me at the wrong time.”

You sighed again not wanting to explore the topic any further. You took out a handkerchief and proceeded to wipe at his face “Look at you, you’re covered in soot.”

“So are you.”

“You know a place where we can wash up?”

Baji was silent for a moment trying to think of any. After a few moments, his face lighted up “I remember, there’s a river near hear with a small waterfall. I remember taking a bath there once.”

“Let’s head there then. Besides, a meal is much better after a bath after all.”

It wasn’t that long of a walk until you two came about the river he was talking about. The water in the river was crystal clear and the breeze around the area was refreshing thanks to the waterfall. You dipped your hand in the water to gauge its temperature which was just right it’s cold enough to be refreshing but not too cold that you’ll freeze. Maybe a little dip won’t hurt.

Unbeknownst to you, while you were observing the river, Baji was already shedding his clothes and was now running towards the river taking a dive. Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard a splash near you. You instinctively tried to cover yourself from being splashed. It doesn’t take a genius to deduct what was the source of that splash. “Baji!”

Baji resurfaced from the water and pushed his hair back all while laughing at your reaction “My bad, my bad.”

“You have to be mindful of others…around…you…” you drawled out after seeing Baji’s shirtless figure. Thank goodness for the sun’s reflection on the water or you would’ve gotten a full frontal view.

“You like the view?” he said with a big smirk on his face while also raising his eyebrow fascinated at how you were ogling him.

You were quick to turn your back to him to prevent yourself from staring. “Wh-why yes, this river is wonderful.”

“Not exactly what I’m referring to.” He teased

“Oh would you just shut it.” You blurted out in frustration. You were flushing so hard right now; you can’t bring yourself to face him like this.

“Oh well, it’s your decision to not take a dip. I mean it would be a shame for you not to experience the very cool river.” He sarcastically said while swimming over to the waterfall and washing his hair thoroughly through it. “ Ahh~ feels like I’m washing my problems away.”

You tried your best to remain firm but you find yourself turning to look at him curious as to what he was doing. And the sight of him washing his hair underneath a waterfall was such an enticing sight that you wanted to join him right then and there, but you were still embarrassed. You haven’t been naked in front of anyone, but the thought of being naked in front of Baji didn’t really bother you, you just felt shy.

Baji finished washing his hair before turning to look at you again. When he saw you still rooted in place, he swam over to you. “Come on take a dip, the water’s great. And weren’t you the one who said that a meal is much better after a bath?”

Few moments has passed of you just pondering the situation before answering “T-turn around.”

“Huh?” he asked in disbelief

“I said turn around. Don’t really feel comfortable being watched while getting naked.”

“Oh, OH right right! Uhh ok!” you heard a few splashes before you turned around to make sure. And there he is, his back turned to you—goodness even his back is such an eye candy.

You quickly make work of your clothes before taking a dip. In Baji’s opinion, the sound of your clothes rustling is much worse for him instead of just outright watching you get naked. Imagination is a powerful yet troublesome thing.

The soft sound of the water rippling as you stepped into the water rang in Baji’s ears refraining himself to look at your direction. “You should give the waterfall a try. It’ll also speed up the process if need be.”

Step under the waterfall you did. And to quote what Baji said, it really does feel like all your worries were being washed away. Baji then went back to washing himself once he was sure that you were settled nicely. Him minding his own business was quickly thrown to the side when he heard you let out a squeal. He quickly turned to look at you and he low-key regretted it. The sight of you and your pretty figure with water running down your body was more than enough to rile him up even more. He wanted to pounce on you right then and there. He clenched both his hands and his jaw trying to maintain what little is left of his self-control. But try as he might, he can’t make himself to look away from you his eyes stayed glued to you and you only, he was starting to have tunnel vision.

That tree branch sure did surprise you, now you felt silly for reacting such a way. You brushed that little incident off and went back to washing yourself which was paused the instant you felt an intense gaze on you. You turned to look at Baji since he’s the only person you knew who could be looking at you.

“Eep!” you squealed—yet again—out of embarrassment, not wanting to see his reaction to how you look so you quickly swan to the other side of the waterfall where he couldn’t or vaguely see you.

The second squeal you let out was enough for him to break out of his aroused stupor. Now with only concern in his mind, he swam near the waterfall but didn’t cross it. “Hey you ok in there?”

“Y-yeah!”

“Why’d you squeal earlier then?”

“You were looking at me earlier and I was embarrassed!”

There was a pause from his side “S-sorry about that I didn’t mean to. I was just concerned. Are you ok by the way?” he asked. You can hear the worry laced in his voice, and he did apologize so you decided to let it go.

“O-o that I was just-uh” you paused a little embarrassed to admit “A branch brushed my leg and I was startled. N-nothing to be concerned about.”

“That’s good.”

There was a pause once again. You only stared at each other’s figure albeit being distorted from the waterfall between you. “You’re beautiful.” Baji blurted out

“Huh?” you blushed at the sudden confession.

“I’m sorry, you were so irresistible to me I couldn’t help but stare I-I…” you saw his figure hold his face in his hands as if in shame “You’re a grown woman, surely you have an idea on what I’m feeling right now.”

You didn’t really have any words, you were speechless. But that’s not to say you disliked the knowledge that he saw you that way. In fact, it excited you. You reached out your hand to his side and took hold of his hands which were still holding his face. “No need to feel ashamed, I’m flattered actually.” You said as you then cupped his cheeks “Besides, you weren’t the only one staring.”

That admittance caused Baji to tense up. The thought of you looking at him the same way as he was looking at you was enough to rile him up again only this time, you were only a step away from him with you touching him. Once again he clenched his fists and jaw to maintain what’s left of his self control “Stop that. You don’t know what you’re doing.” He said with a slight tremble at his voice due to him trying to keep himself in place.

“What if I do know what I’m doing?” right now at this moment, you wanted to be as close to him as possible let him hold you close and do whatever he wants.

You felt some sort of vibration on your hands on his cheek. Was he growling? “You sure know how to rile a man up.” You heard him say through clenched teeth.

You realized you’ve made him wait long enough. You pulled your hands away from him and stepped back further in the waterfall to make room for him. “Come on over, must be lonely out there on your own.”

At first Baji was worried that he scared you off when you pulled you hands away, but you inviting him over excited him even more that he just knows how dilated his pupils were. Good thing the water was above the waist too or you would’ve gotten a view of his tail wagging aggressively.

You watched as he slowly stepped through the waterfall between you and seeing him all wet with some of his hair sticking to his in his naked glory brought you to arousal already.

Baji could say the same too. The sight of you all wet shyly covering yourself out of shyness from him was too much for him that he ended up caging you between his arms and the wall.

You two were close, too close with just a few inches between you as he pinned you. And yet it wasn’t close enough to your liking so you decided to fix that yourself. You threw your arms around his neck and brought your lips together with his which he gladly reciprocated. You felt how he was still trying to be gentle on you so you decided to rile him up. In the middle of your kiss, you gave his lips a long lick making him suck said tongue in turn. He then went to focus on your lips again sucking and biting which made you moan. Said moan turned Baji on even more as he shoved you further into the wall and dove to your neck giving it a hard bite pulling yet again another moan from you. The bite was hard but not hard enough to break skin yet hard enough to leave a mark that’ll be there for days. He gave the bite mark a lick before trailing butterfly kisses from your neck all the way up to your ear.

“I should’ve warned you earlier.” He said kissing your ear “I bite” he then proceeded to nibble at your ear while his hands were now roaming all over you feeling you up.

You didn’t want to be the only receiving end, so you proceeded to feel him up as well. You hands going to places you’ve always been curious about. First being his hair. You ran your hands repeatedly through his hair feeling how soft it is despite being wet. The next is his back; you’ve wanted to feel it ever since you caught sight of it earlier. You traced your hands on every muscle you could feel on his back starting from his shoulder blades and lower. You couldn’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when he’s thrusting into you. Third is his ears. You’ve always wondered if they were sensitive since it always seem to react to the tiniest bit of sound that not even you could pick up. You gave it a tentative touch and watch it twitch. You played with it for a while until you felt Baji’s nibbling to go harder.

Baji pulled away from your ear and dove for your lips making out with you as you both felt each other up. You were indulging in Baji’s kisses too much that you didn’t notice his hands going for your chest until he started playing with you nipples, pinching and twisting it while also squeezing your breast from time to time. The whole time he was doing so, you’ve been whimpering at the sensation. Baji was quick to put your breasts into his mouth sucking and nipping. As he does so, you started to feel something hard between your legs.

Naturally, you went and grabbed for it giving him slow strokes which earned a growl from him. A very welcome surprise for you, so you gladly kept doing it while his bites on your chests grow harder and harder. Eventually, Baji had enough of it. He grabbed your hand that was busy and pinned it to the wall next to you as he buried his face to your neck. “Careful now.” He growled

“Careful of what? I’ll welcome anything you have to offer, Baji.”

He gave you a tender look before going to kiss you again. As he was kissing, his free hand snaked down to your private parts and began to rub at it. Your moans from the action were swallowed by Baji as he kept kissing you. “You’re quite wet already aren’t you.” He said in between kisses.

“You sure it’s not just the water?” you teased

“Why don’t we find out ourselves.” He said with his signature smirk while inserted a finger in you making you gasp in surprise which he took advantage of tasting every bit of you through the kiss. Baji started to pull his finger in and out of you feeling your very slippery walls.

“I don’t know, it seems to me that the wetness is from you not the river.”

You didn’t even bother to answer, only focusing the feeling of Baji’s finger in you. You waited in anticipation as a second finger went up in you pulling a loud moan from you.

“Was two fingers too much for you, babe?” he swirled his fingers in you that made you squirm against him. “How are you going to handle me then?”

“B-baji please!” you pleaded as you looked at him with glossy eyes.

Baji would’ve loved to tease you more, but the sight of you begging and being putty under his hands is the straw that broke the camel’s back. He pulled out his fingers from you and grabbed your legs to lift you up against the wall. While in this position, you can feel his tip rubbing against you. Baji not wanting a moment to go to waste, entered you waiting for you to signal him to enter more until he is fully sheathed within you.

For a while you two stayed like that, basking in this very intimate embrace until you get used to the feeling of him in you. Once you felt ready, you called out to him.

“Keisuke”

“Hmm?”

“Take me.”

Baji gave your lips a peck “Anything my lady wants.”

He then pulled out from you leaving only the tip before slamming back in you. The act caused you to moan and squirm against him spurring him on even more to do it again. The first few moments he gave you slow and heavy thrusts but over time his hips started to move faster and faster leaving you a moaning mess against him. You can hear him growling and snarling as kept thrusting into you bringing you bliss every time. Baji only seemed to get turned on even more as he make love to you. The combination your sounds the feeling of your body against him and the feeling of your insides was driving him over the edge.

He dove for the space between your neck and shoulders and bit you his primal instincts taking over. The feeling of him biting you caused you to grab hold of his hair as you clenched around him.

In turn, the feeling of you clenching around him and pulling his hair only caused him to bite even harder. The act making you clench around him again. And thus it became a cycle throughout your session with his thrusts only growing harder as you two came near your climax. All you could hear was his muffled grunting and growling against your neck, his mouth still occupied by biting you. Not long after the familiar feeling of climax came upon you.

“Keisuke please! I-I”

He paid no attention to your words as kept his pace steady already knowing what’s going on. It didn’t take long until he heard you moan out his name out loud and feeling you cream all over him. He paused for a bit letting you take a breather. He went for a kiss making out with you before continuing to thrust in you again. You let him have his way with you as he chased after his high. A minute or so has passed of him just thrusting up to you until you hear his stuttering moan before feeling him pull out and rubbing himself before shooting out his load. You mimicked his action from earlier and gave him a kiss after his orgasm.

He let you down from your position before pulling you into a hug which you gladly returned. Being in his embrace after such an intimate endeavour felt romantic for you for some reason.

“How are you?” he asked as he strokes your head with so much tenderness you just wanted to melt into him.

“Amazing. I don’t know how else to word it.”

“I wasn’t too rough on you was I?” he asked looking at your bit marks in concern.

You noticed where his gaze was before smiling at him. “I would’ve smacked you upside the head if I didn’t like anything what you were doing. And I told you I’ll take everything you had to offer.”

“That’s good to hear.” He sighed in relief before kissing you. Said kiss started off innocent but eventually grew in fervor where he was now nibbling at your lips.

“B-baji?”

He pulled away and asked you “I know it’s too much to ask of you, but can you handle one more for me?” while caressing your waist.

“H-huh? Already?!” you gaped at him in surprise

“I told you, you’re irresistible to me. And I’ll only do it If you’re ok with it.” He emphasized

You were tired and winded from your first round, but the thought of a second round only aroused you despite what your body feels. You were definitely lying to yourself if you told yourself you didn’t want more.

As an answer to him, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around him again which he swiftly caught. “I’ll be in your care.

Baji definitely lit up hearing your answer. He gave you a deep kiss and said “I promise I’ll take good care for you the whole time.”

And just like that you were once again overwhelmed by the sounds of waterfall, your moans and his grunts inside the shallow cavern from behind the waterfall.

Just as he promised, he took good care of you drying you off, and dressing you up before cuddling you in a soft patch of grass beneath the shade of a tree. His arms felt so warm around you that you couldn’t help but fall asleep.

When you awoke, you realize you were lying down on his lap. The view that greeted you was Baji eating his serving of stir fried noodles. He swallowed the food in his mouth before speaking “Hope you don’t mind me eating while you slept. After all that I got hungry.”

“It’s ok you don’t have to worry about it.” You said as you slowly sat up “Besides better that than waking up to you burning yet another beast. And whose fault was it I was this tired?” you teased

Baji only laughed at your teasing before holding your chin and guiding you to him to give you a kiss. “I’d gladly do all it again if I’m being totally honest.”

You looked at him and said “No one is exactly stopping you.”

He went near your ear and whispered “Is that an invitation?”

You playfully pushed him away “Not right now you doofus.” You said chuckling.

Baji scooped you into his arms and onto his lap hugging you tight “I just wanna gobble you up all day.” He said nuzzling his face on your neck before looking up and giving you another kiss. After having a taste of you he just couldn’t get enough. He wanted to go back for more and more. Baji’s feelings were translated into the kiss where he continued to deepen it while also beginning to nibble on your lips.

You knew where this was going you wanted more of him too, but unfortunately you decided against it tapping on his shoulder before pulling away saliva still connecting you both. You wiped your lips before speaking “Very tempting really, but we should rest. We still have the journey back.”

Baji’s face turned into a pout before burying his face in your neck again his droopy ear tickling your cheek. The sight was too adorable you couldn’t help but pet said soft looking ears. Baji hummed in content as his ears perked up again, taking pleasure in your attention. “Come on, Baji up we go. We still have to set up camp before nightfall.” You coerced while patting his back.

He let out a low whine before standing up picking you up with him which made you giggle while giving him a kiss on the cheek. Once your camp was set up, you two settled for the night, lying down next to each other. It didn’t take long before you’re all over each other again. Both of you agreed not to go further than kissing tonight, after all you still need energy to go home. Who knows how long you two were kissing until you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. Baji holding you close and you holding his fluffy tail.

As you enter the village gates, Akkun happily greeted you “Welcome back! I hope it’s been a safe jou- WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!” he looked you over in concern

“What’s wrong?”

“Look at your neck! You’ve got bites on you! You have to go to a medic right away!” he frantically said while pushing you to a carriage that was supposed to drive you home.

Oh goodness gracious. Baji’s bite marks didn’t even occur to you. You stepped away from his pushy hands and tried to reason with him “C-calm down Akkun. This isn’t anything fatal; otherwise I would’ve been rushing here. It didn’t even break skin, look just bruised.”

Akkun only looked at you in disbelief “A-are you sure sure? Those look pretty gnarly. Might be safer to get it looked over.”

“I’ll be fiiine~ It’s just some troublesome creature that didn’t let go until he was satisfied.” You said looking back at you and Baji’s intimacy. He really didn’t let you go until he was satisfied. You only chuckled at the memory.

“Sorry if I’m a little bit pushy, but are you sureyou don’t want that looked over?”

“I’m sure. It’ll disappear in a few days.” You then remembered how hard Baji was biting you and concluded that a few days might be too short “…maybe.”

You opened the carriage door before turning to the knight “Thanks for the concern Akkun, but I’ll be fine.” You said before boarding.

“Take good care of yourself. I wouldn’t want the reason for a new Red Riding Hood to be appointed because the last one died.” He jokingly said before closing the carriage door and signalling the driver that everything’s ready.

Akkun watched as the vehicle went off still a little bit concerned. Just then a knight came near him and said “I sense that our little Red Riding Hood has been having fun in the forest.”

Akkun gawked at the statement before giving said knight a light punch to the stomach “Get your head out of the gutter, Makoto!” he scolded one of his subordinates.

“I don’t recall any creature that can give such a bite and not break skin.” A knight with glasses stated.

“Not you too, Yamagishi! Takuya help me out here!” Akkun turned to the person who seemed sane along with him in their little team.

Takuya only turned to him and shrugged “I’m somewhat of a biter myself and those looked familiar to me.”

Akkun gave up, these three can be stupid in their own way at times, even more stupid than Yamagishi.

Seasons come and go faster than we realize and before you knew it, winter is upon the land. Since winter is a very harsh weather for travel, Red Riding Hoods are only required to deliver supplies once a month. As much as you’re happy at the little break from your job, you can’t help but be sad too. Seeing Baji less brought your spirits a little down, but a job is a job and you must see through it if you wanna live comfortably.

So here you are the lone red in a backdrop of a harsh white, like blood in snow. It’s not supposed to be there. You hope that thought coming to your mind is not some kind of bad omen.

Sadly fate followed through with that omen. You being the only red thing among the snow, you are very noticeable and a winter beast has been eyeing you for a while now. You noticed that someone or something has been following you, but you assumed that it was just Baji, but when he didn’t turn up you figured that it wasn’t him and now you’re extra vigilant.

As much as you would’ve loved to run, doing so in such a situation can only provoke what’s been following you into chasing you so you did your best not to make any sudden moves.

You were too focused on not spurring whatever’s been following you that you didn’t notice that you’ve already arrived at your destination. You make quick work of locking in the supplies in the drop off point since you suspected that whatever is following you is after the food.

Just as you were locking up, you heard a loud roar which likely came from the beast that’s now making a beeline towards the place containing the food. You tried to jump out of its way but it was still able to reach you and pushed you out of the way quite harshly. You ended but getting scratched by its claws but at least you landed on the soft snow.

You looked at the beast trying to claw at the container, but failing to get it to open. You took that opportunity to run away and put some distance between you and it. The beast having found the container futile, decided to go after the running prey. Just as you think you have lost the beast, you heard it coming near you. So you continued to run away trying to think of a way to shake it off you tail. You were so lost in thought that you didn’t see the branches that you ran into it. You were quick to get up but wasn’t able to run away since your red cloak got caught. You tried to make quick work on it, but you noticed that the beast is gaining on you. You pulled as hard as you could to your cloak that when it was free you stumbled back and hit your head to a nearby tree.

Now feeling a little dizzy, your run was slowed and a little wobbly. You eventually ran into a dead end. The wall didn’t seem to be too high; you know it’s within your abilities to climb it. But with your dizzy state, you were seeing double and that climbing said wall can result to even more injury.

You looked back and saw the beast slowly coming towards you. All you could do was close your eyes and hope that it won’t be painful. And so you waited…

And waited…

Until warmth envelopes you. You didn’t know what’s going on but you welcomed said warmth. It reminded you of the warmth Baji provided whenever he held you close to him. Oh how you so badly wanted him to be here right now.

You opened your eyes and was greeted by red against white. It was the blood of the beast flowing down onto the snow. You processed that someone was holding you and you were greeted by the comforting dark locks and amber gaze of Baji. He looks at you in guilt as if blaming himself of what just happened. You couldn’t stand the look of him bearing the sins of a mindless beast.

You reached out your hand to cup his cheek and gave him a grateful smile. “Baji, thank you. You saved me you have nothing to be guilty about.”

Baji tightened his hold on you and kissed your forehead. “I know, I just felt responsible since you’re very special to me and I want to protect everything that’s special to me.” Baji leaned down and pecked your lips “You’re one of my treasures. I can’t bear to lose you.” He said his eyes on the verge of tears.

“And I’m still here thanks to you. You protected your treasure.” You returned his kiss before hugging him “Baji, I’m tired. Can I go to sleep?”

“Not yet, we have to get you looked over.” He said worry laced in his voice as he gently stroke your head as if trying to push your dizziness away.

“I’ll be in your care.”

You didn’t remember much that happened after. All you could recall was the cold wind against you as Baji rushed through the forest, the sight of a cave above you along with a lilac haired man with matching ears before everything went to black.

Once Baji is sure that you’re settled, he put on his coat and started to head out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the guy tending your wounds asked.

“Don’t stop me, Mitsuya. That beast’s body is still intact; I’ll go finish it off.”

Mitsuya stood up from beside you and took hs coat. “No you won’t, I’ll handle it. You watch over your precious. She’d be more comforted if she saw a familiar face when she wakes up.”

Baji clenched his fist, his eyes full of vengeance. “I’ll destroy every bit of that beast. I’d make its soul suffer if I could.” He muttered in clenched teeth his rage leaking out.

Mitsuya knew that Baji being in this state will only be bad for him in the end, so he decided to slap some sense into him. Mitsuya grabbed hold of Baji’s face and made him turn to your sleeping state “Look at her! You want to leave her here just so you could satiate your hunger for revenge?! You already killed the thing, she’s already in a safe state now go take care of her. I’ll handle the beast’s body.”

The sight of your peaceful face was enough to soften Baji’s intense anger and admittedly he really didn’t want to leave you here. If he could he would stay with you forever to protect you from ever being harmed again.

Mitsuya sensed that Baji has calmed down and let go of his face. “I’ll be off now. Take care ok?”

Baji only gave out a nod before kneeling down next to you. Mitsuya smiled at the sight of this Baji not having seen it often. But he’s glad that he has someone special that he can be himself with. No wonder he’s been in a good mood lately. And like that he’s off to the forest to leave the two be.

Morning came, and you roused from your slumber taking comfort in the warmth next to you. It was so familiar that you’re sure that it was who you thought it was. You looked up and saw Baji’s sleeping face his hair cascading across his face that he looked to ethereal. You wish you could burn the image into your mind. He’s as handsome as ever. You lifted your hand and slowly pushed the stray hairs on his face to behind his ears, but the action caused him to stir awake.

You waited for him to open his eyes, before flashing him a big smile “Sorry for waking you.”

Baji stayed silent just looking at you before his eyes widened and sat up quickly and leaning on to you. “Y-you’re awake?! Are you feeling ok, you feel anything unusual, hungry, thirsty?” he bombarded you with questions in concern.

Before you could respond, he dove for the bag right next to him and pulled out a canteen and handed it to you. Now that you’re looking at it, you did felt thirsty so you gladly took it and took a big gulp sighing in relief after quenching you thirst. Baji took the canteen from you as you were finished and handed you a container filled with food which you gladly devoured.

Baji only watched you closely trying to see if there’s anything to be concerned about. So far, you’ve been fine but he couldn’t help but worry after yesterday’s display. “How’s the cut on your arm?”

“Hmm?” you swallowed the food still in your mouth and felt around the bandaged wound. “It feels just fine. It’s like it’s never been there in the first place.”

Baji smiled at the information and gently grabbed your arm. He started to remove the bandages causing you to pull your arm in surprise “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” He held out his hand waiting for you to place your arm there. You trust Baji so you gave your arm to him.

He continued to remove the bandage and you were expecting to see a nasty wound, but what greeted you was your clean smooth skin which caused you to stare at your arm incredulously. Baji chuckled at your surprised face finding it cute. “A friend of mine patched you up. He’s no medic, but he’s very well prepared for situations like these.” He explained while caressing your healed arm. “He had an ointment on him that medics back home created made from herbs found in the forest. With a forest so big, there are a lot of things unexplored.” He looked up at you “It would seem that your village hasn’t discovered such a thing just yet.”

“That’s amazing!” you said still looking at your completely healed arm.

“I’d teach you to make it if I could, but sadly medicine isn’t a field I’m very knowledgeable with.”

“Then how about your friend? I wish I could’ve met him too.”

Baji chuckled “He doesn’t know how to make it too. He only carries it around because the rest of us can be muscleheads sometimes.”

“Well I get to learn it someday.” You said leaning into him as he hugged you “It would be a great asset to our village.” The thought of your village made you realize something. “How long was I out?” you asked concern written in your eyes.

“You’ve been out for a day. Why, is something wrong?”

“I-I have to get back home quickly!” you said quickly standing causing your vision to swirl. You wobbled but Baji caught you.

“H-hey calm down. Why in such a rush?”

“I have to get home quick!”

“W-why you shouldn’t even be moving too much. The ointment may have healed you but your body is still recovering from healing external wounds. You can’t be out and about right now especially in this cold weather.”

The reminder of the season caused you to shiver, suddenly feeling the cold. Baji tightened his hug when he felt you shiver. “I have to go home.” You said

“That sounded like there was an ‘or else’ was supposed to follow it.”

“I have to go home or… or I’ll be declared dead.” Baji tensed at that statement.

Baji pulled away from you to look at you but still close enough to hold you. “You’ll be declared dead?” he stared at the distance trying to figure it out but came to no reasonable reason “Why?”

“Being a Red Riding Hood is a dangerous job. We’re aware of what we’re getting into. They have a rule set in place where once a Red Riding Hood has not returned in the designated time, they will be declared dead.” You looked at Baji to see his reaction and he is infuriated. You could see his jaw clenching and his body tense ever since you started to explain the situation.

“Why don’t they send out a search party to look for missing Red Riding Hoods? Surely some of them only got lost.”

“Think about it Baji, you yourself are very familiar with the dangers of the forest. Do you think that those who went missing only got lost?”

“Then how about your grandmother, do you believe she’s dead too just because people who are too lazy to look for them declared that they’re dead?” he raised his voice which caused you to flinch a bit. He reached for your hand and you let him “I’m sorry, but you yourself have experienced the loss of someone out here. You still have hope to find your grandmother remember?” he reassured recalling one of your first conversations.

The rule has always been stupid in your eyes, but after years of studying of being a Red Riding Hood, they must have somehow buried that thought deep in you. Brainwashing you into thinking that said rule is a reasonable one. But thinking about it more, said rule is the reason you’re not with your grandmother anymore.

Too much emotion was going through you that you held on to Baji for comfort. In fact, it was too comforting that you ended up falling asleep in his arms. Baji gave the crown of your head a kiss before laying you back down and letting you rest. You need all the rest you can get because he just knows that you’ll insist on getting home once you wake up. He might even just carry you all the way there.

By the time you woke up, it was already evening. You smelled something good and saw Baji roasting something over the fire.

“Well rested?” he asked when he noticed you sit up.

“Like I could run a marathon!”

Baji sweatdropped and tried to reason “M-maybe not to that extent.”

“Well I technically have to run for a long time until I get home.”

“No need for that, I’ll just carry you. You can just enjoy the ride.” He said with a smirk no doubt confident in his abilities.

You chuckled at him “You know, when you say it like that something else comes to my mind you know.” You said blush slowly forming on your cheeks.

There was a slight pause as Baji processed what you just said just staring at you with wide eyes. He then smirked and said “There you are again riling me up.”

“Do you not like it?” you asked teasingly returning the smirk

“Never said such a thing.” He said as he took out whatever he was roasting off the fire.

You stood up and walked over to him not playing around. You lifted your leg over him and sat on his lap facing him. “Getting bold now are we.” He said his smirk growing bigger anticipating what will happen next.

“Are you still taking me for a ride?” you felt up his chest lacing your voice with a sultry tone trying to get him in the mood.

Baji placed his hands at your waist caressing it and occasionally wandering down to your butt. “In what context.” He teased

“You know…ride you.” You went close to him and gave his lips a kitten lick.

“I’m gonna need you to be more specific, darling.” He said before diving into your neck licking you there before giving you the first hickey of the night while also giving your butt a light smack.

“Please Baji! If you don’t take me right now I won’t be feeding you for the next month!”

“You treat me as if I’m some food motivated animal.” He said kissing you

“You sure act like it sometimes.” You responded in between his kisses.

Baji pulled away and looked at you with very dilated pupils. “Oh really? Then…” he lifted you up from where he was sitting and laid you down on your makeshift bed in the cave. “how about I eat you up. You’ll be my delicious meal for tonight.”

He went in to kiss you and took comfort of his tongue intertwined with yours. He indulged himself on your lips for a few more minutes before working to undress you and himself. Not long after, you two were passionately making out in the nude his hair cascading around you acting as sort of like a curtain, your only privacy.

Baji then slowly trailed kisses down to your neck where he placed a few more hickeys before proceeding to your chest. He took hold of it appreciating the feel of it against his hands before suckling on your nipples alternating between the two. After a few bite marks were given to your chest, he gave your tummy kisses.

You gasped when you felt Baji’s breath near your private parts. He adjusted himself and made room to slowly spread your legs. Guess you really were is meal, he looked starved when he caught sight of your glistening folds. Baji sat up and took a hair tie from his clothes and tied his hair back “Gotta make sure nothing gets in the way of my feast.” He placed your legs over his shoulders, held you down and gave your thighs a few bite marks.

Moans came out of your mouth as you felt his tongue give you a long lick tasting. Oh how he loved hearing those sounds knowing that he was the one to cause those. Baji gave her repeated licks savouring the taste of her burning it to his mind because he couldn’t get enough of it.

Baji was relentless, his tongue overwhelming you with sensations completely new to you. His pliant tongue a completely different experience from his thrusts back when you two were behind that waterfall. He was precise and you felt him everywhere, well it felt like it because the feel of him is the only thing you could feel and focus on.

After spending a while tasting your wetness, indulging himself in your taste. He figured he has tasted you enough that he should pay attention to your needs now. But you’d have to disagree as just his curious exploring was pleasurable as it is. Baji went to look for that bundle of nerves, and as soon as he came in contact with it, he felt you squirm away. Baji took hold of your legs on his shoulders and pulled you back and pinning you down. Now you’re a squirming and moaning mess underneath the mercy of his tongue. The stimulation was too much as you tried to squirm away once again but his tight grip on you prevented you from moving even a single inch from him.

The cave you two were in was filled with your moans and his slurping echoing across it which brought you an ounce of embarrassment and arousal. Just hearing those sounds excited you more, there’s something primalin the act of doing it in a cave, the thought bringing you excitement.

You felt around you trying to look for leverage to hold on to ground yourself from these sensations, but you settled at grabbing his hair and pulling occasionally. Since you couldn’t do anything but receive Baji’s actions, you were curious as to what he looked like and so you propped yourself on your elbows and peeked. What greeted you were Baji’s amber eyes staring at you intensely. The sight of Baji staring at you as he ate you out caused more wetness to gush out of you thoroughly aroused at the thought that he’s been watching you from the start.

Baji has been watching you, anticipating every single reaction he pulls out from you. He must know everything about you and how like to be pleasured, learning every single thing that brings you pleasure and excitement and exploiting them. Maybe even take advantage of it for the next time you get intimate. Everything about you just drives him crazy. He was in a daze he couldn’t stop and before he knew it a loud moan greeted his ears as fluids gushed out from you. He licked off every single drop off you clean before sitting up and licking his lips. He admired you and your limp and heavy breathing form, taking pride at his work.

As you were trying to catch your breath, you felt Baji lean over your figure and placed a kiss on your lips. Soon you felt something prodding at your entrance, but not right now. Not just yet. You sat up and pushed Baji into a sitting position with you leaning close to his face.

“That can wait. I have a different plan for now.” You said as you reached your hand behind his head and pulled his hair tie off his hair. You showed the object to Baji before using it to tie your hair back “Gotta make sure nothing gets in the way.” You quoted Baji from earlier which earned a chuckle from him.

You started to mimic how he went down on you. First kissing his neck and also leaving your little hickey before going down to his chest licking and tasting him. You took your time at his abdomen admiring it while also teasing him making him think that you’ll finally go down on him only to lick upwards again. You gave in after hearing him growl. You looked at him and his size seemed to lean on the bigger side. You weren’t sure if you could take all of him in your mouth, but might as well try.

You gave his tip a kiss and a lick before putting it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around just his tip. Trying to tease him more, you licked from the base of his cock all the way up slowly and flicking your tongue as you got to the tip. That seemed to be what caused Baji to snap. He grabbed you by the hair and shoved himself in your mouth. You giggled at his desperation before you started bobbing your head up and down your tongue still working in action.

Baji moaned loudly, throwing his head back as he indulged in the feeling of your mouth sucking him off. But he wasn’t one to pass up the sight of you and your face stuffed with his cock. He looked down and the sight almost made him come. He would’ve been done for if you were looking at him. Baji was quick to pull you away from him and kissing you. All the while kissing you, he pushed you down and hovered over you just appreciating in your beauty.

You could never tire of the view you have above you right now. Dishevelled hair around you both, his glistening lips, and the warm light of the bonfire made him appear even more sexier. It’s like everything around you was adjusting to you and Baji. Nothing else mattered except this moment between you two.

“Be a good girl for me and lie on your stomach, would you.”

Anything for him. You repositioned yourself and waited for Baji to make a move. You felt him kiss the small of your back his loose hair tickling you and made you squirm a little causing your butt to brush up to something hard.

Baji chuckled “Eager now, are we.” Ah, looks like he mistook it. No matter, you’ll both feel good later on anyway.

Baji’s hands explored your smooth back appreciating the feel of it against his hands and how you react to his every single touch whether it be a slight twitch or a whimper out of you, it excites him even more.

He leaned down to your ear “You ready?”

Once he saw you nod in response, he bit at your neck whilst inserting himself inside you. The feeling of each other’s closeness had you two letting out hot breaths, calming yourselves and letting you adjust to him. When you gave him the go ahead, he started ramming his hips into you. He couldn’t help himself from ravaging you, he’s been holding himself back ever since from the start.

You felt him lean down and felt his chest come into contact with your back as he continued to thrust into you. His pace started to quicken even more so you grabbed the nearest thing to you as leverage which happened to be Baji’s coat.

As soon as he saw you clutching at his coat, it sent him into overdrive standing on his knees and elevating your hips and holding your head down. He gave your butt a few smacks then proceeding to drive his hips into you once again. Baji pulled your hair up causing you to be on all fours.

“Look at you taking me so well.” He moaned out biting your neck once again “This is the third time I’ve been in you, right? You took me so well all times. Made me feel real good I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.” He said between grunts.

Just as he said those words, he felt you clench at him “A-ahn~ you r-really do like praises huh.”

“You remember that? When I brought you back for the first time. You liked it when I sang you praises. Guess it carries over here too huh. Agh!” your insides clenched at him again. He grabbed your chin and made you face him “Driving me crazy here.” He kissed your lips tongue never failing to explore you.

After a few minutes of you two going at it, you eventually arrived at your climax which had you plop down on the makeshift bed ass still up. Baji rubbed himself a few more times before covering your back in white letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

Your back covered in his cum aroused him again; it makes him want to cover you with even more. But he knows he can’t, you still have to rest for tomorrow’s journey. He leaned down at your shoulder and bit down as his last ditch effort to satiate his current hunger, but sadly it only turned him on even more as he heard you moan in response to his bite.

You can tell that Baji is still raring to go but is holding himself back. “Keisuke,” you called in a breathy voice still trying to catch your breath “What’s stopping you?”

“Tomorrow, you need rest for tomorrow.” He kissed you again finding your dazed look to be irresistible.

“I thought you offered to carry me all the way home.” You teased

“I did say that.”

“And speaking of rides,” You sat up and sat on his lap, your cunt sliding against his already semi hard cock “I haven’t gotten my ride for tonight.”

Baji relented, grabbing your waist and guiding you to hover over his cock. “Do as you please.�� He said with a smirk licking your collarbone.

Slowly, you sank yourself onto him with Baji’s arms stiff on your waist restraining himself from just slamming you down on him. It’s your ride, you do as you please. But goodness you sure are a good way to train his self-control because you keep testing him. By the time he’s fully in you, you caught sight of his knitted brows and a few droplets of sweat on his forehead.

You decide to spare him and slowly bounced yourself on him with Baji groaning in pleasure in response. You felt his hand on your waist go tighter. You can tell that he wants more, but you decide to just go at your pace going slowly. You low-key anticipate the impending rough treatment of you when he gets fed up with your ‘teasing’.

It didn’t take long before he’s biting on your neck and is now the one bouncing you on his cock. Baji laid on his back and continued to thrust up into you. You were glad he took initiative in this situation because you weren’t sure if your thighs could hold you up any longer considering his treatment of you in your first round.

Soon enough, you billowed out a moan your body twitching ever so slightly before collapsing on his chest. Baji pulled out of you and closed your thighs together and thrusted in there instead. The feeling of your soft lower lips and thighs rubbing him was what brought him to his second climax of the night. He felt you slowly dozing off on him. He pulled the blanket over the two of you before repositioning you into a much more comfortable sleeping position. He made sure to clean up the both of you before going to sleep himself.

You were woken up with Baji shaking you. When you woke up you were already dressed. “Time to go.”

You yawned and stretched before getting up preparing to leave. Travelling through the forest on a wolf’s perspective is a very new experience. You can’t help but close your eyes in bliss as you felt the wind in your hair blowing against you from the speed Baji was running. You vaguely remember this feeling when you were still injured after he saved you from the beast. You’re just happy you get to experience it again more clearly.

Baji suddenly came to a stop and when you looked ahead there are the gates of your village. On a normal circumstance you’d be happy at the sight of your home, but right now you’re only filled with dread. The gate lock was adorned with a red ribbon.

You hopped off Baji and approached said ribbon. “We’re too late.”

“What?! But you still have the rest of the day to return!”

“I know. They sure are quick to claim my death. Guess that’s that then.”

“You’re just gonna let them do that?!”

“Baji, once the ribbon is set there’s no way they’ll let me in anymore. It’s another one of those stupid rules. I’m not welcome here anymore.”

After all the work you did for them, they’re gonna dispose of you just like that??? Hell no, fuck those bastards, you’re not going back there. “You still have another place you’re welcome to go home to.”

Baji held his hand out to you “Come home with me. You’re more than welcome there. The pack would love you!”

You immediately took his hand. “If I’m being totally honest, I would prefer to be with you rather than stay in a place where not a lot cares about me. I missed you a lot when I couldn’t see you.”

Baji pulled you in for a hug and kissed you. “You’ve always been in my mind too. Now we don’t have to be apart anymore. We can be together whenever we want, wherever we want.”

“Let’s go to your home then.”

“Our home.” He corrected

“Yes, our home.”

And with that the two of you ran into the forest ready to start a new chapter in your lives where a new companion is by their side.