#i'm calm you're calm everything is sweet n rosy

[stardustneeko]

you guys seemed to like that Starshipping x ItaFushi crossover a lot so allow me to elaborate on why i originally found it fitting:

(Kenjaku Yubel might be controversial, but that monk outfit sure looks cool on him)

[neocrias]

Two worlds apart

synopsis: After having some strange dreams about other dimensions, you take off on a journey to explore the nearby forest. What you hadn't expected was falling asleep next to a fairy circle and waking up to a very peculiar - and handsome - nymph close to you.

pairings: jun x reader

wc: 6k

aus: sweet as possible; star-crossed lovers

warnings: cursing; reader is referred to as a girl

Light...There's so much light. And a breeze, too. So soft, passing through your hair. Everything is so calm and apparentely good, but there's something missing and a strange feeling in your chest rises as you take a deep breath. Finally, a heat covers the light from where you laid, and all you can see is the pair of rosy cheeks, plump lips and a glowing skin hovering on top of you. That's when your heart fills up entirely: there's nothing to miss now. He's here.

You stand up in a hurry, feeling your heart pounding as a droplet of sweat runs down your temple. Your hand runs to your chest, sensing it rising and falling rapidly as you scan the dark room around you, getting each second more familiar with the well-known bedroom.

– Not this again… – You run your hands over your face, trying to recover from the fright that the dream so realistically gave you. An emptiness spreads through your body as quickly as the cold night and the small cottage seems smaller than it ever was. You look around, your eyes getting used to the darkness as the silhouettes of the furniture become clearer. – I need water.

You get up, looking for the simple kitchen beyond the walls of the small room. The ancient wood creaking under your feet as you tried vehemently to ignore the involuntary pain in your heart. Why do I always feel so bad after these dreams?

Why do I miss so much something that I don't know what is?

The water you were pouring into your glass almost overflows in the midst of your drowsiness and agitated state of mind, causing you to take a few steps back. Your head lifts again to the kitchen sink, looking beyond it and through the window that surrounded it. The impression of seeing a bright light amidst the darkness of the forest startles you for a few seconds, but the vision soon dissipates, leaving only a darkness too frightening to stare at for long. "Enough, this has to stop."

–And how's life as a reclusive hermit? – Ahrin, your best friend, asks over the phone, her voice slightly shaken by the audio.

– I don't know… I guess normal. – You answer, monotonously, popping another snack into your mouth as you absent-mindedly watch the TV on some uninteresting channel. – To tell you the truth, I've been having some strange dreams. I don't know if they're memories of when I used to come here as a child, but they always make me feel a bit sentimental.

– Girl… what if you're being haunted by your dead grandmother? What if she doesn't want you there? – Ahrin's voice is laced with humor and you let out a muffled laugh.

– I guess if my grandmother didn't want me here she wouldn't have left me this cottage in her will, would she? – You scoff, rolling your eyes.

– Yeah, so I think you're going crazy with the solitude and all the bush and forest around you. – She concludes. – “The Shining” ass type of thing. Please don't kill your wife and child.

– It's always so comforting to talk to you, Ahrin. – You ironize with a scoff. – I don't know… these dreams have been disturbing me too much, I always wake up with the feeling that something is missing. It's like I'm suffering. Ahrin, do you believe in…

But a loud noise suddenly interrupts you, making you look straight at the bookcase behind the television.

– Y/n…? Are you still there?

– I'll call you back, Ahrin. – You answer, hanging up. Getting up, you notice that a book from the last shelf has fallen onto the cottage's shag carpet, and you roll your eyes at yet another of the strange occurrences this house has provided you with.

Your life in the city used to be very stressful. The exhausting routine of working for a large company took all your time. And that's why, when your distant and reclusive grandmother passed away, leaving you the cottage where she had lived for most of her life as her only inheritance, you thought it was a great idea to take a few months off for yourself, quitting your job and living off small savings while taking some time to rebuild your life bit by bit.

However, life in isolation in the small cottage on the edge of the forest also had some stresses on a psychological level. At first, everything seemed perfect, but over time, constant signs began to terrify you: things falling, doors and windows opening and the repeated dreams - every night, they revealed themselves to you as something new, comforting you among the lights and breezes, until you spotted that mysterious figure with an undefined face and woke up, panting and with a feeling of enormous emptiness. Of course you tried to rationalize these events, but you couldn't help letting your superstitious mind take you to darker places, and at times you could swear you were being haunted by some kind of ghost or otherworldly creature.

Life without people was also a challenge: although you hated the crowded spaces of the city, and always refused to go out to big parties or restaurants full of people, being absolutely sure that you would love being able to be alone for a few months in the chalet, now this reality was turning against you, and the loneliness was starting to show. Talking to yourself was good, and a very common habit of yours, but sometimes you felt like you really needed someone by your side to listen to you, if only for a few moments. The loneliness was so widespread that last week you found an injured bird in your yard and didn't think twice about naming it, caring for it for days and crying tears when you had to return it to the wild. "I could have kept it a little longer."

Putting away your daydreams, you stood to pick up the book and return it to its original place, but something about the title startles you, giving you a very strange feeling: Fairies and Other Magical Beings, the letters say in spaced golden graphs across the thick green velvet cover.

As you looked at the book, a scene flashed through your mind.

– Grandma, what are fairies? – You asked as you looked curiously at the book on the top of the shelf. Your feet stretched as far as they could towards the curious artifact, but you still couldn't reach it.

– Ah, dear, fairies are very interesting creatures. They live in the forest and are very tiny. – Your grandmother's rough hand ran through your hair, messing it up a little. – But don't confuse them with the nymphs: they also live in the forest, but they are responsible for the elements of nature. There are the water nymphs, like the ondines, the air nymphs, like the sylphs…

– And the sylphs live in the forest behind your house! – You asked, excited by the subject.

– Of course they do. – Your grandmother's smile gradually grew, forming wrinkles around her eyes.

A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered this moment that had been stored in the back of your mind for so long. Your grandmother's smile, always a symbol of sweetness and affection for you, took on a sinister air of mystery as you remembered that day - as if she knew something you didn't, and was proud of it.

You shake the thoughts away, staring at the book in your hands for a while before opening it and scanning the chapters fiercely. Fairies. Sylphs. Elves. Elementals. Forests. Potions. Circles. Magic.

– Shit, am I being haunted by a… fairy?

– Okay, recap this for me, please… Do you think you have a fairy living with you? – Ahrin's voice resounded with laughter through the cell phone line.

– Yeah… A nymph, to be precise. – You answer, focused on carefully removing the fragrant apple pie from the oven. – They live in places like this, isolated forests. It's quite common, in fact, for people to see these apparitions in rural towns, really. Just google it.

– Yeah, yeah, it's all the same. Girl, are you okay? Do you want me to come and visit you? – Ahrin asks, starting to sound a little more worried and cautious. You roll your eyes at your friend's tone, knowing that you really were sounding a bit crazy with all that talk of magical creatures. For a few moments, you regret having told anyone about these daydreams: maybe you really were going mad because of the solitude in the cottage. Maybe that warm pie in your hands was another sign that you were crazy.

Thinking to yourself, you roll your eyes, frustrated at having let yourself go so far.

– Actually, there is a slight difference, but I won't bother you with that. – You finally reply. – I have to go, I'm busy in the kitchen.

With an “okay, bye” rather suspicious, Ahrin hangs up the call, and all that's left is the tortuous silence and the incredible smell of your baking. Tempted to eat the pie, you control yourself, leaving it cautiously on the small kitchen table.

– Now let's see if I'm right or going completely mad. – You whisper to yourself, staring at the pie with your arms crossed and a sudden, strange feeling that you're being watched.

Shrugging, you walk to the bedroom, ready to sort out some things on your laptop.

– No. fucking. way. – The words come slowly out of your mouth. – So it's true.

The half-empty pie tin stares at you with overwhelming irony. The leftover pieces of pie, cut in an imprecise and rounded way, no longer looked as tasty and lively as they did when they were first taken out of the oven: now, they looked almost stale. And absolutely devoured, in your own home, by someone who hadn't been you. But that was the least of it, of course.

You run to the bookshelf in the living room, placing your hands on the famous greenish book, endlessly searching through its pages without any kind of calm or order, almost making a few tears in the process.

“Fairies and nymphs usually accept gifts from humans, as long as they have been left willingly. Some of their favorites are baskets of fresh fruit, freshly-baked pies, pretty flowers or nectar juices. Be careful, though, because once a food or drink is touched by a magical creature, its fruitful and vital energy is taken away, and the food will no longer do anyone any good. Never consume the remains of a fairy or nymph.”

Your eyes go from the book to the rotten-looking pie, making you frown a little. You decide that the best thing you can do now is throw the pie away, being careful not to touch it any more than necessary.

Okay. Now you know what's been plaguing you for the last few months, but how do you stop it? How do you stop the dreams and get that crazy nymph out of your cottage?

“A good way to communicate with the fairies is to go to the places where they live: forests, fields and flowerbeds are good examples. Leaving offerings such as those mentioned above can arouse gratitude in these little creatures, thus guaranteeing you friends and companions who can help you when needed.”

– Good. – You sighed, dropping the book on the nearest table as you prepared in the kitchen to fill a basket with all the fruit, flowers and baked goods you could find in the little cottage. – Now I have to go into the middle of the forest to feed these creatures in exchange for a little peace. It's the height of it.

You looked up unconsciously, as if asking some greater force to help you. With the cloudy, cold weather outside, the urge to stay at home was great: but you had to do it. If it was going to guarantee you at least one peaceful night's sleep, without those strange dreams and the feeling of loss, then it was worth it.

A shiver ran down your spine as you surveyed the empty cottage one last time before closing the front door behind you.

The book, still open on the table, illustrated a very important last paragraph, which your haste had prevented you from reading:

“Be very careful with fairy circles. In dense woods or forests, it is common to find mushrooms planted in a circular shape, almost on purpose. These are actually powerful portals to the world of fairies and nymphs: and as tempting as it may seem to travel to another dimension, the ethereal world of nymphs holds far more magic than a human heart can bear. Never enter a fairy circle.”

You don't know exactly how many minutes have passed since you entered the dense forest, but the thin mist doesn't leave you much sunlight to guide you. It's the first time since you moved into the cottage that you've risked walking alone through the forest which, despite being isolated, still seemed full of dangers. You vaguely remembered walking among these same trees in early childhood, but you understood that a child's mind finds these natural mysteries much more enchanting than the troubled mind of a lonely young adult.

The cold wasn't tearing, but it was a little uncomfortable. The warmth permeated your skin without burning, but left an ominous reminder that it was all around you, and the air you inhaled went deep into your lungs.

You didn't have to go that far to deliver a basket to a bunch of hypothetical nymphs, but you wanted to make sure you wouldn't be bothered by any more strange beings - whatever they might be. So, when you reach a clearing after a long walk, you decide that's where you're going to stop and sit down to rest for a while.

– Okay, here are the fruits. – You grumble, holding out the basket to the empty space in front of you. – They're not very fresh, because it's not the season, but…

You shrug, feeling a sudden tiredness take over your body.

– Now, please, please, – you plead, putting your hands together in prayer. – Take these strange dreams away from me. I can't stand it any longer. There's something, here, – and your index finger travels to your chest, pressing lightly – that hurts every time I wake up.

But before you could complain any more about how uncomfortable it was, your eyes began to get heavier and heavier, along with your limbs. Of course, your rational side wouldn't let you sleep in the middle of the forest, but it didn't seem to be working, as if there was some kind of trance moving you towards it. Yes, leaning a little and lying down on the damp grass seemed the right thing to do. Naturally, that forest was calling you, and you could swear you heard a soft voice moaning some kind of deep incantation, guiding you as your eyes closed softly. And just like that, you fell asleep.

Without even realizing how many mushrooms surrounded you.

Light… lots of light. And sparkles through the light green trees, as if everything was shimmering. The slight rustle of leaves above you calmed you down. Everything seemed perfect, even the slight warmth of the sunlight above. It's when your eyes open a little wider that this light is dimmed, and all you can see are rosy cheeks and plump lips, hovering above you as your heartbeat increases.

"It's happening again, another one of those dreams that messes with me,” you think.

But as soon as you blink your eyes hard, hoping to wake up, you are faced with a new sight as soon as you open them wide: a pair of eyes. Brown. Dark. Deep under the light flutter of curious eyelashes.

You let out an exclamation of surprise and the air around you seems to speed up. The breeze, once calm, becomes desperate along with the pair of eyes above. The leaves around the clearing begin to fly around you and you finally sit down on the ground where you were lying before.

Your eyes search for the person you had never seen before, even though he appeared in all your dreams with his mysterious and unrevealed face. Your heart beats harder than ever and you bring one of your hands to your chest to try to stop the feeling that closes your throat.

But there was no one in the clearing apart from you - and, of course, the leaves flying wildly around you.

– I think she can see me. – A sweet, unsure voice practically whispers next to you, but there's no owner for that familiar yet distinctive sound.

– Stop being a coward, Jun. – A second voice joins the conversation, a little harsher. Your eyes scan the clearing, but there's no one there. A sense of dread runs through your body, chills running up your spine as you feel your head getting more and more airborne and your blood freezing.

– Who's there? – You take the initiative to ask, your voice shaking in the process. The flying of the leaves slows down for a few seconds, limiting itself to a few smoother glides.

– I don't think she can see us now. – The same second voice comments, and you quickly turn in the direction you felt the sound come from. To your surprise, the sudden movement of your torso brings you face to face with a new sight: a man.

You almost scream with shock, but something inside you stops you, and you find yourself completely dazzled by the sight: a young man with fine features, platinum hair and flowing white clothes was watching you carefully, leaning over your figure as you sat on the ground. Your eyes met and you finally understood. It was him. The boy who appeared in your dreams.

The rosy cheeks, the lips. It was all recognizable to you. His face was centimeters apart, but you couldn't feel his breath on you, and for a few seconds it seemed too unreal. Almost as if it was just that - a dream. Translucent and bright.

His eyes flickered in your direction a few times, but you just watched him in silence. For some reason, the apparition didn't disconcert you: on the contrary, you felt calmer than you had in months. Your heart still beats heavily, and something like nervousness didn't leave your chest. Something inside you told you that this was an important moment, but you didn't understand why.

– Who are you?

– You shouldn't be here.

You say in unison. The boy hesitates a little, unsure, and it's almost as if he's afraid to address you.

You look around. The leaves in the clearing have stopped fluttering and the wind no longer blows hard. Now, only a light breeze hung around, caressing your cheeks and hair.

– Where am I? – You asked emphatically, looking out at the unusually bright and ethereal clearing.

– In the realm of the fairies. A place highly unsuitable for humans. – The same harsh voice you heard earlier utters, and a dark figure beside you catches your eye, making you turn to face the new person in the clearing.

Another young man materialized in front of you. This one, also with delicate and beautiful features, but dressed entirely in black, with sharper eyes and a wry smile on his face. You feel like you know him, but you've never seen him before.

– We need to take you back. – The one in front of you says again, in a disappointed tone.

– So you're the ones living in my house? – You ask acquisitively and the two young men exchange guilty glances. The one in white arches his eyebrows, but the one in black just shrugs, unconcerned.

– You're the one who took me there, so… – The black one says, nonchalantly. – And Jun is just plain stupid.

– Sicheng… – The one in white warns, reproaching him.

– Jun… – The other imitates his tone, mocking his friend.

– Jun? – The name escapes your lips before you can think, and it sounds like a question. For a second, the name seemed strangely familiar, but now you couldn't understand where the knowledge came from.

– That'd be me. – He replies, gently, giving you a cautious smile. The young man extends his hand towards you and you accept it. As soon as your hands touch, a warmth spreads through your body and a shiver runs down your spine. There is no roughness in Jun's hand, and his touch is so soft that you hardly feel it.

You finally stand up, coming face to face with the boy. It's only then that you notice a subtle movement behind Jun's back, and you lean a little to see what it is.

Wings. Yes, he's a fairy.

– Air nymph. – Sicheng interrupts your thoughts, waving one of his hands in front of you to snap you out of your trance. – There is a difference.

You're startled - especially at the possibility of that strange being reading your thoughts.

– Sorry, it's involuntary. – He explains himself, again interfering in your thinking. – And also hella funny. – Jun arches his eyebrows at him, incredulous and impatient.

– Let's get you out of here. – Jun gently changes the subject. – Don't worry about him.

– Why do you appear in my dreams? – You pluck up the courage to ask. You didn't want to leave without answers.

Jun's eyes widen and an expression of surprise takes over his face. Sicheng follows him, looking extremely curious about the situation.

– For God's sake, Jun… What have you done? – Sicheng asked, turning to his alleged friend. Your eyes turn to the two boys alternately, trying to get some clue as to what was going on - and what they didn't want to tell you.

– What are you talking about? You were the first to interact directly with her! A human. – And Jun's tone was a mixture of accusation and forced contempt, trying to reproach Sicheng, who was unfazed.

– In my defense, it was her who interacted directly with me.

– I didn't do any of that! – You defend yourself, seeing the two pairs of dark eyes turn in your direction. Sicheng grinned mischievously arching one eyebrow in your direction.

– Are you sure about that, cutie? – He asks, crossing his arms over his chest. You don't lose confidence, but you begin to wonder if you haven't actually interacted with a fairy in recent months, even indirectly.

And only then, paying attention to Sicheng's smug posture, do you realize that he doesn't have a pair of translucent wings floating behind him.

So he's not a nymph…?

– Touché. – He jokes before you can vocalize your feelings. The boy then uncrosses his arms, tilting his head a little before surrounding himself in a black smoke that gradually grew around him. From head to toe, feathers appear on his body as his form shrinks in size.

The transformation before your eyes makes you open your mouth in shock, but it all starts to make a little more sense when the man in front of you takes the form of a bird. And not just any bird: the crow you helped recover from an injury weeks ago.

Sicheng, in his bird form, displays some of his feathers ironically, and you finally understand the familiarity you felt towards him before. A feeling of naivety passes through you, unsettling you a little.

The little crow bends down towards you and, as his last act of cockiness, he takes off into the forest, without waiting for your reaction to his big revelation.

– Show-off. – Jun complains, watching the bird fly away.

– So, what do I do to stop you from haunting my house? – You ask, now alone with the nymph Jun. He turns, giving you a slightly affected look.

– That won't happen again. – He mutters and you can see a slight blush rising to his cheeks. – Now I'm going to get you out of here, come on. I'll explain on the way.

You shrug, and although it didn't seem like the safest thing in the world to walk behind a nymph through a strange, shimmering version of the forest you knew, there didn't seem to be many other options either.

– How did I end up here? – You begin, after a few seconds of silence. Your incessant questions didn't seem to affect Jun, who remained patient and focused on the trail in front of him.

– The fairy circle. – He replied, unapproachable. – The wheel-shaped mushrooms, basically.

– Ah… – You start to remember some of the blurs and how a sudden sleepiness came over you when you entered that part of the forest. – And can't we go back and get out?

– The entrance door is not the same as the exit in the fairy world. –Jun turns and smiles sideways.

Your heart squeezes at the nymph's smile, but you don't understand why. It was the same feeling as always with all those dreams, and you feel the urge to keep asking him questions until you finally understand what strange connection you had with him, or what kind of spell he was putting on you.

You are stopped, however, when you notice the familiarity of the place around you. A small stone path, a garden neatly planted under the blue sky and not interrupted by the green of the dense forest that surrounded it: this was it! Your house! The cottage!

As much as the idea of getting out of that world excited you, something dark flashed across your face in a matter of seconds: if you got home now, you would never have the answer to your questions, and you would never be able to confront Jun about his constant appearances in your dreams.

– We're here. – You exclaim dejectedly. Squinting your eyes slightly, the cottage seems strange. The colors are more vibrant, the paint chips that had faded at the edges of the wooden walls were now impeccably painted, the vines that used to climb up around the house were no longer there, and a soft yellow light was coming from inside the cottage, which emitted a thin smoke from the chimney that you were sure you hadn't left on.

– The fairy world is a parallel dimension to the human world. – Jun begins to explain as he notices your strangeness. – Many things are very similar, even the same, but they are just deformed projections of what you have. They are irreconcilable. – He lowers his head slightly, hiding his face so that you don't see him, but you notice his sad countenance.

– It's strange… Why do I feel like we've already met? – You have the urge to touch him, and the words are out of your mouth before you know it. Jun arches an eyebrow in your direction, waiting for some explanation of what you've just said, but nothing comes. Even you don't understand what's going through your head, and maybe that's just the effect of the shimmering translucence of this perfect, complicated world.

– I've been to your cottage a few times. – He begins, looking embarrassed. Jun takes the lead, walking to go around the house and continue on your way. – It's subtle, but sometimes what we do here in our world can affect yours a little, and vice versa.

– So you were the one who knocked things over! – You exclaim excitedly, picking up your pace to walk alongside Jun. Strangely enough, even the nymph's gait was light, and he often moved and you could barely notice much effort on his part, as if he barely weighted anything.

A shy smile grows on his lips, and he tries yet once again to hide his face from you in a shy manner. Jun scratches the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable at having been caught, but you're willing to find out more. You lean in his direction, trying to get a glance of his eyes, but Jun just suddenly stops in his tracks, almost bumping into you at the sudden proximity. Looking right into his eyes, and standing so close to the nymph, a strange sensation passes through you, and it's as if you've overlapped the image of a much younger Jun in front of you.

You blink, trying to dispel the strange image, and all that remains are the familiar features of the boy in front of you. A shiver runs down your spine, and suddenly you feel an absolute but unfounded certainty that this was not your first time in the fairy world.

Jun lets out a mirthless laugh, having no idea what had been going on in your mind for the last second, and turns away from you, keeping walking smoothly and determinedly through the bright forest.

– Speaking of which, that pie was great. – The boy murmurs, almost inaudibly, but you hear perfectly. His lips move into a smile, which precedes a laugh.

–I knew I wasn't going crazy! – Jun follows your laughter, seemingly amused by your reaction. – How can you touch things from the human world?

You're curious again, and this time Jun seems a little more willing to answer you.

– As I said, the things here are copies of your world. – He shrugs his shoulders. – If you have a pie there, the pie appears here, especially if you make it with the intention of giving it to a nymph. It takes a bit of energy on our part, but we can access your world a little more easily than the other way around.

You make a sound of confirmation, understanding a little about the boy's explanation.

– Can you… watch us? – You ask, curious. Jun blushes at the implication of your speech, and nods slightly. His confirmation also makes you a little shy, and you begin to wonder how much Jun has seen of you in your daily affairs.

– I didn't mean to scare you. – Jun begins, sounding apologetic. – With the things falling and all. I guess I just ended up being a bit too curious, and clumsy too. I'm sorry.

He lets out a shy laugh and you follow him.

– No problem. – You raise your arm and lightly touch the boy's hand in a gesture of consolation. The touch sends shivers through your body when you come into contact with Jun's soft, delicate skin. Again, an image flashes through your head, along with a very strong sense of longing and tenderness.

All of a sudden, you realize that you can't leave the fairies' world. At least not without the answers you seek.

Jun seems to feel something similar, and slowly walks away, watching your facial expression with his eyes, searching for anything different. He tries to act normal, but it's clear that the spark between the two of you has reached him too, in ways you can't understand.

– Why do I dream about you, Jun? – You ask almost in a whisper. The trees around you have become denser along the way without you noticing, and now the world around you seems darker than it has ever been. The pronunciation of his name on your lips affected him, and you can tell by his wide eyes. The nymph stops in front of you and seems to question whether or not he should answer your question. He hesitates a few times, opening his mouth to speak and then closing it.

A soft breeze circulates, and you feel a little calmer. However, this doesn't stop your heart from beating uncontrollably fast. A dark shadow passes across the sky, startling you and Jun, who swallows dryly.

– I don't know much about human dreams. – He replies at last, focused on looking at the sky.

You realize he's lying, and are ready to question him once again when the same dark shadow passes over you, stopping behind Jun at an impressive speed, transforming into the human version of Sicheng you had met earlier and interrupting the conversation.

– I see you've finally arrived. – Sicheng explains, stopping beside Jun with his calculated gait, but not at all as light and subtle as the nymph's. – The portal to go back.

You squint your eyes, trying to understand what is so special about that dark part of the forest. Sicheng notices your gaze, and moves a little away from the two of you to show you with a wave of his arm something behind the dark trees in a clearing that had gone unnoticed by you.

Tombstones. Rocks. Stone angels. A cemetery.

The image wouldn't terrify you so much in the world you come from, but something about seeing that place right there, hidden in the middle of the forest, surrounded by such a sparkling and beautiful reality was unsettling on an inexplicable level. The pounding in your heart became a strong squeeze and a pain that you couldn't tell where it was coming from.

– A source of life as a gateway. – Sicheng explains. - And a den of death as the exit door. – He clicks his tongue, seemingly displeased by the morbidity of the place.

But you weren't ready to leave yet. You needed to understand what it was you had been feeling for so many months. You needed more time with Jun. You needed to see him and feel again that strange sensation that had been troubling you. You couldn't leave without understanding him.

Why was his presence so familiar? Why did his smile hurt you? Why did your heart beat so fast when he approached? What were you feeling?

– When a nymph loves a human, that person is condemned to a deep connection with them. – Sicheng said, without looking anywhere in particular. – Come on, it's time she knew.

– Sicheng, don't… – Jun warns, and for the first time his voice sounds less soft and more serious.

But the shapeshifter doesn't listen to his colleague and comes dangerously close to you.

– Thoughts, strange physical responses, dreams… – He lists, searching your eyes for every reaction. – That tightness in your chest, you know? All courtesy of our loverboy here. – He points at Jun, who knits his eyebrows together, disturbed.

Your gaze alternates between the two boys, and now they seem a little taller than before. Without you noticing his approach, Sicheng appears at your side and pushes you. He doesn't use enough force to knock you down, but only to make you unbalanced, tumbling to the side and finally into the gloomy clearing of the cemetery.

Just as you stabilize yourself, you're invaded by a sharp headache. The last thing you see around you is the despair in Jun's eyes before the memories flood back.

– My grandmother told me about you… You're a fairy! Look at your wings!

– I'm a nymph, to be precise.

– Ah, it's all the same!

– Actually, there is a slight difference, but I won't bother you with that…

Jun's smile lit up the clearing, and the cemetery no longer seemed as sinister as when you had accidentally wandered into it.

It turns out that childhood comes with a gift: curiosity. And spending the vacations at your grandmother's cottage on the edge of the forest after hearing thousands of stories about magical creatures definitely helped to feed it. When you got lost, you cried desperately, but you didn't expect another boy to appear: a boy with wings and a kind smile.

– Can we be friends? – You asked, raising your pinky finger towards Jun. He didn't seem to understand exactly what you meant, so you gently brought his hand up to yours, showing him how to cross fingers together. – There, now we'll be friends forever!

The memory causes a tear to involuntarily run down his cheek, and Jun seems to understand exactly what was going through your head, because his gaze goes exactly to the gravestone where you first met, more than ten years ago.

But that wasn't the only memory that flashed before his eyes.

– And then he broke up with me! – You finished explaining the story to Jun, who nodded calmly. You hid your head a little more between Jun's outstretched legs in the forest grass, feeling him stroke your hair with the greatest delicacy in the world while you tried to hide the tears forming in your eyes from him.

Jun placed his hand lightly on your cheek, turning your face so that you were facing him. Lying there on the grass, watching Jun above you and the blue sky that hung imposingly above him, none of your problems in the human world seemed to matter. Only he mattered, and now you understood why, at sixteen, every boyfriend you'd ever had had dumped you: you only had eyes for one.

The nymph leans over you, and the warm touch of the sun is overshadowed by Jun's equally warm closeness. You felt a refreshing breeze around you both, and some fallen leaves circled you in a slow dance in the wind before Jun's lips finally touched yours, transforming the whole world you had known until then into something new and far more beautiful.

The crying was now more aggressive, and you were sobbing. Your hands went to your lips, unable to bear the weight of the memory. In the midst of your confusion, Jun had approached you unbeknownst to you, and rested both hands on your cheeks, wrapping them around it tenderly.

– How could I have forgotten you after so many years? – The thought tortured you. There were so many memories with Jun, at so many different stages of your life, that now it finally made sense to feel the absolute emptiness you had felt over the last few months.

A large part of your life had been erased, but not your love for him.

Jun brought your bodies closer, sticking your foreheads together while he breathed irregularly, his eyes closed. You enjoyed the closeness for a few moments, trying to force your mind never to forget that moment, even though it already seemed to slip through your fingers like sand.

Finally, the nymph sighed deeply and brought your lips together with a ferocity that was unlike his usual delicacy. It was a desperate, thirsty, longing kiss. If you hadn't remembered Jun for all those years, and had still suffered his absence, you couldn't even bear to think how much Jun had had to be alone with the memories of both of you. His hands wrapped around your waist, gluing your bodies together in sync. Your hands squeezed the back of Jun's neck tightly, as if he was going to disappear in that instant and you needed to prevent him from doing it so.

The kiss was something new for you, but at the same time it was painfully familiar, and you could taste his tears between the two of you. Jun finally separated them, still holding you close, squeezing you for fear that you would leave.

– I missed you so much.

– So why did you let me go? Why did you make me forget you?

– I didn't… I…

– Humans and nymphs can't be together, Y/n… – Sicheng interrupted, also entering the cemetery. His words didn't say anything absurd, but you felt them like a knife in your chest.

It didn't matter. It would be different with you two. You and Jun could work together: you were born for each other.

A rebellious feeling overwhelmed you, and you knew that now that you finally had your love back, you wouldn't give it up.

But Jun's taciturn gaze, which never left his face, was affected by his friend's harsh words. You felt that he didn't think the same way as you, and that killed you inside.

– I had to do it. – He whispered so that only you could hear. – I couldn't take you out of your world, and I didn't want you to suffer… The distance helped, but when I realized that you'd gone back to the cottage, and were now living there… I couldn't keep my distance any longer. I was wrong and selfish. I never imagined that you would dream of me.

– No, I don't mind. – You exclaim, full of fervor. Deep down, there's a small part of you that understands that this was the best thing to do for both of you, but you didn't want to let him go for anything, especially not after spending so many years without Jun. – I'm not going back. I want to stay with you.

But Jun just held your trembling hand into his, gently bringing it to his lips and placing a chaste kiss there, without taking his eyes off yours.

– I'll leave you two alone. You know what you have to do. – You heard Sicheng's voice behind Jun, and the young man suddenly turned into a crow, flying away.

– Please. – You beg, letting the tears run free down your cheeks. Jun's grip on your hand tightens and his eyebrows draw together in an expression of deep pain. The nymph nods quietly, very subtly, and you feel your heart grow lighter.

– I love you. – Jun says in an incisive whisper, meeting your eyes in reaffirmation. He moves closer again, planting a kiss on your lips that is much calmer and more restrained than the last one, lingering for a few seconds next to you. – And I need you to live.

A push on your shoulder shoves you away, and you feel yourself fall. Your eyes widen as you take one last look at Jun, noticing the bright tears falling from his eyes, a mixture of guilt and pain

And then, darkness.

Light… there's a lot of light. An uncomfortable, painful, cold light.

– Oh my God! – A voice exclaims as you open your eyes with difficulty, feeling your whole body ache. – She's here!

Sounds of leaves rustling on the ground and flying through the air in a spiral around you wake you up, and the pain of the recent farewell attacks you again.

Two hands find you, gently holding your shoulders. For a few seconds, your heart stops beating in futile hope. When you look ahead, however, it is Ahrin's face that stares back at you in shock.

Your friend begins to cry, hugging you tightly. She drops the lantern she was holding to the ground, leaving the forest around you dark again, but not dark enough for you not to notice the circle of mushrooms surrounding you. The darkness, however, doesn't last long, and many other lantern lights appear, with hooded people approaching the two of you in the midst of the storm that was wetting everything around you.

– What are you doing here? How did you get here so quickly? Who are these people? – You ask, still holding your best friend who is bursting into tears.

– Quickly? Y/n, I haven't been able to talk to you for over two months. You've disappeared.

Your alleged disappearance into the human world had caused quite a stir. Although you had spent little less than a day in the fairy world, time had flown by much faster in your world, and it was only then that you understood why Jun had made such a point of keeping you away, even if it hurt both of you.

Living with him would mean giving up everything you've known so far - which you would do, for him - but God only knows what long-term effects the fairy world would have on a human. At least those were the thoughts that comforted you when you remembered Jun.

Since then, you've never dreamt of him again. Even if you wanted to, and even if you tried. You were afraid of forgetting him again, so you tried to communicate in every way.

– Fine, we'll try again tomorrow… – You huffed, letting your shoulders slump in disappointment as you looked at the dining room table. The apple pie seemed to stare back at you, completely untouched.

[rispwr]

Stranded - JK - ONESHOT

Pairings : bestfriend!jk x bestfriend!reader

contents : kissing? and a lil bit of bickering that's probably it

genre : fluffff

context : You and your bestfriend reunites again after a long year of you two not talking decided to go on a trip, and he forgets to get gas, get's stranded on the road,due, failing to reach the gas station, Leaving unsaid words be spoken.

(basically he confesses to you)

"are you okay??" he asks me worriedly, patting my back, trying to calm me down.

"you're telling me, we fucking drove for hours and hours with literally fucking 4-5 bars and forgot to get fucking gas?" i snapped

"well i'm sorry?? what's done is done y/n. let's just wait for the people i called to come, i called already. plus you were so noisy that i even forgot to get gas" he replied trying to assure me

"oh so it's my fault no-" Before i could utter another word, he stepped closer, closing the distance in an instant. His hand cupped the side of my face, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek, sending a shiver down my spine.

There was a brief moment where time seemed to stop, and then he leaned in.

His lips met mine with a sudden, undeniable force, cutting off whatever i was about to say.

The kiss was firm, insistent, and full of a longing that had been building up between us for far too long.

The pressure of his lips was both surprising and electrifying, as if he was pouring every unspoken word, every pent-up emotion, into that one, searing kiss.

For a heartbeat, i was too stunned to react, my mind spinning as the world narrowed down to just the two of us.

But then, the shock gave way to something deeper, something primal and undeniable.

my hands, which had been resting at my sides, found their way up to his shoulders, gripping them as i kissed him back with equal fervor.

The intensity of the kiss grew, a desperate need fueling the way our lips moved together, as if we were trying to make up for all the lost time.

His other hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer, and i responded by pressing myself against him, our bodies fitting together as naturally as if they had been made for each other.

The kiss was a dance of give and take—his lips commanding and mine's responding with a passion that matched his.

The heat between us was palpable, our mouths exploring, tasting, and claiming each other in a way that left them both breathless. my heart was pounding in her chest, each beat echoing the rhythm of their shared desire.

When we finally broke apart, it was only because we had to, both of us gasping for air, our foreheads resting against each other.

our breaths were ragged, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. But the look in our eyes said everything that needed to be said—our connection was undeniable, and there was no going back.

"shhh. just relax baby" his sweet and gentle voice whispered to me making me slightly pull away from the hug and rest my back on my seat.

there was a brief of silence before he spoke.

"i like you y/n" he said, making me shock quite a bit.

"i mean no- i love you" he adds, holding my hand looking into my eyes.

"you like me?" i ask maintaining eye contact.

"no. i love you" he replies, looking down trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"reallyyyy??" i asked, my voice breaking down in awe, as tears stream in my eyes.

"why are you crying??" he cups my face, his thumb gently caressing my cheek "cuz you love me" i replied, hugging him tightly

"so much" he whispers in my ear, tightening his hug on me.

"you're so cute omygod" he chuckles, making me flustered.

"i don't wanna be just your friend y/n, i wanna be more than that. I want you to have my kids in the future, be my wife, my bestfriend, my girlfriend, partner in crime, be forever mine y/n," he holds my hand looking at my in the eyes, his other hand cupping my cheeks, his thumb caressing my cheek.

"have a house with you, cook pancakes and bake with you, have wine dates, car rides but not like this again. i love you so much" he added.

"i-i don't know what to say kook.." i cried

"it's fine love. just tell me when you're ready." he assured me

"yes i do kook. i wanna have your babies, be your wife, be yours, be your bestfriend, be the bonnie to your clyde. i'm ready for everything with you kook." i spit out

"i wanna be yours.." i added, giving him a peck on the lips.

suddenly an unfamilliar voice squeals in awe "aweeee, you guys are so cute ackk" said. we turn to look at the open window seeing the tool guy holding a gas pump ready to put gas in our car, watching us.

"omg congratulations!!" the man squeals in awe.

"oh! how long have you been standing there sir?" jungkook asks.

"i was enjoying watching you both. SO CUTEE!!" the man replied. "so can i pump gas now?" he added switching his tone into serious, making me and jungkook burst into laughter.

[mschoiyuki]

Forever With You

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

tw : angst to fluff. slow burn. SFW

wc : 7.2k

a/n : Modern AU. Everyone alive. Lack of communication. Law is clueless.

request by anon : arranged marriage with Law where you actually do love him but he doesn't know that.

Hi sweet anon, I don’t know you want this as a full angst or angst to fluff. I hope this is what you want, and I hope you like it.

I'm sorry for any grammar errors.

It's best to read this while listening to :

❆ Katy Perry - Wide Awake

❆ Taylor Swift - Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

Enjoy ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

"Law, you're single right?" Doflamingo taps his fingers on his desk.

Law gives his unamused look and sighs, "I'm busy and you called me to come here to ask that stupid things?"

"Here. Go meet her at 1 PM at Dressrosa Hotel. She is your soon wife to be." Doflamingo throw a folder contains photos and all information about you in front of Law.

Law take a deep breath and clench his fist, "Like I said, I'm busy and I don't want to get married. No, I'm not interested in it. Go ask someone else." Law stands and ready to leave Doflamingo's office.

"You know I don't take NO as answers, right my cute nephew? Everything has been settled, the date, the venue, everything. You just need to meet her once before the marriage day." Doflamingo scrunch his eyebrows, "1 PM at Dressrosa Hotel. Takes the folder with you and off you go." Doflamingo puts his leg on the desk and sips his wine.

"Can't you just ask someone else? Like I said-" Law ruffles hir hair in frustation.

"You remember who makes you as a hospital director, right? And you remember with whose money that you could went abroad for collage for your doctors degrees, right?" Doflamingo interrupted Law before he can finish his words, swirling his wine glass.

"Like I said, I don't takes NO as answers. And you need, no, you MUST marry her, because I need their money. No matter what. End of discussion. You can go now." Doflamingo smirks and continue sipping his wine.

Law abruptly stands and storm off without saying any words. Doflamingo peer from his glasses, "Rosi, your son didn't take the files with him. And make sure he meets with the girl."

Rosinante shakes his head and take the folder with him, following Law to try persuade him to meet the girl. He spotted Law walks in to the lift, he runs and call for Law, "Law! Wait for me!!" Rosinante almost fell over in front of the lift and Law immediately push the hold button to let him in.

"I know why you are here." Law lets out a defeated sighs.

"Just go this once, Law. You know what will happen if you defy Doffy. Plus it's not a bad things if you're married, someone will take care of you. Hey, look. She's pretty too." Rosinante open the folder and tries his best to persuade Law, "Just go there for a moment, maybe talk a little? It will be so damn awkward at the wedding day if you ignore her, right?"

"I can take care of myself." Law grumbles, when the lift reach his destination floor, Law quickly get off. But Rosinante still follows Law closely, making Law more irritated than before . "Fine! Fine! I'll go! Happy now?" Law turns his heel to face Rosinante and takes the folder from him.

"Are you sure you want to marry him, Y/N?" Your father, Dragon asks. Being the only daughter of his, he seems reluctant to let you marry with someone from Doflamingo Family.

"Yes, father. 100% sure." You can't help the smiles that form on your face. Dragon not sure why are you so happy to get married even though you never meet your husband to be.

"You do know why Doflamingo wants you to marry his nephew, right? He just wants our money to invest for his hospital business." Dragon still persuade you to consider about this marriage again.

"I know, father. I have a lot of money. You can use my money for the investment, don't worry about it. Also some of my friends works at there, so let's just say I help them." You try to calm your father down.

"It's not about money, Y/N. You're my only daughter and I'm not that cold hearted to let you marry with someone you don't know. I just want you to marry someone you truly love, I just want my daughter to be happy." He may looks cold at the outside, but your father is just a softie to his sons and daughter.

"It's okay, father. Really. If anything happens I'll take care of it myself. Don't worry, okay?"

"But-"

"Ah! Look at the time! I have to go to meet my soon husband to be. Bye, dad!" You cut him off and dash out from his office almost bumps into Sabo at the door, "Oops. Sorry brother number 2." You laugh and kiss his cheek and run off again. "Hey! Where are you going, Nee-chan?" Sabo tries to catch you. "Off to meet the love of my life! Byeee~" You dodge him and stick your tongue out. Sabo glance at his father who shakes his head and sighs.

You nervously wait for Law at the restaurant, rubbing your thumbs together trying to calm down and keep your cool demeanor. When you sees a unique white spotted hat, you stands ready to welcomes Law, you reach your hand out to shake his hand, “Hi, I’m Y/N. Daughter of Monkey D. Dragon.”

Law reach your hand, “Trafalgar Law.”

You both sits down and order some lunch. You try to do a small talks with Law, but he just answer it short and sharp like he doesn't has any interest with you, he also doesn't ask you questions. You bites your inner lip and gives Law a sheepish smile, and eating in silence.

After done with lunch, Law offers to drive you to your house. You happily accept it because it's mean spending more time with him. But sadly silence fall over inside the car.

When you reach your house you ask Law if he want to come in for a cup of tea, he decline saying that he needs to go back to hospital. “Oh. Okay. See you next time then.” You smiles and Law just nods and leave.

You sigh and walk inside your house when your phone rings, your best friend Nami calls. “Hey, how’s your date?” She giggles. “Umm. It’s good maybe? I don’t know. I think he doesn’t like me, maybe because this is an arranged marriage. Or maybe he already has someone he loves?” You can feel the tears are swelling because of your negative thoughts.

“I don’t think he has someone he likes. Luffy never mentioned anything about that.” When Nami didn’t hear your response, “Come on! Don’t be sad. Let’s go out now. You need your bachelorette party.”

When Law arrive at his office, his two friends pestering him asking him about his marriage.

“Is it true that you’re going to marry the only daughter of Dragon? The conglomerate??” Penguin excitedly pestering him.

“Yeah. Got no choice.” Law lets out a long sighs.

“When’s the wedding? So we’re are groomsmen then? Can’t believe you’re getting married.” Sachi squeals.

“Shut up! Get back to works!”

Both Sachi and Penguin scurrying off before they get a taste of their friend wrath, “Can’t wait for the big day! We need to throw you a bachelor party! We will invite the others!” Penguin shouts from the door.

“Don’t shouts in the hospital!” Law massages his back of neck, he can feels his blood pressure is rising. He can’t believe he has to married in less than a week.

Both of you decided just invite your family and close friends to the wedding party. Luffy can’t believe you married his friend, but still happy for you because this means Law becomes his family too now.

After exchanging vows and rings, the wedding officiant announce, “You may kiss your bride now.” Law hesitate but decided to just gives you a quick kiss so this whole party can be over. "And now I announce you husband and wife." You smile happily now that both of you are officially a married couple now, but Law just keep his stoic looks until the end. But he still does his duty, he stays at your side while you both greet the guests.

After the party ends, you both goes back to your new home. "We need to talk, Y/N-ya." For the first time he talks to you first so you got excited, "Yeah. Of course. I'll prepare some tea." Law quickly cut you off, "Don't bother. I'll be quick."

Law sits and gesture you to sit too, "I'll sleep at the guest room. It's not like we married because of love so I don't think it's appropriate for us to sleep at the same room. You can take the master bedroom." You widen your eyes with his statement, "But, I lo-" Law cuts you off, "Let me talk first so we can finish this quickly, because I have an early surgery schedule tomorrow."

"If you need someone to accompany you to your events, just tell me. I'll try to fit my schedules. You also don't have to do any wife duties to me, house chores and marital duties. I think that's all for me. Then I'll excuse myself first." Law stands and leave you dumbfounded.

You can feel something is stabbing your chest, his words really hurts. "Then tell me just one thing." You speak louder so Law can hear you, Law turn his body to face you. "Do you have someone you love? If you have one you should tell me, because I don't want to be the third party here." You clasp your hands praying that he doesn't has one.

Law gives his deadpan look on you wondering why you ask this kind of question, "No. I'm not interested in that kind of things."

“Hmm. Then if you want me to follow your rules, I want you to fulfill my requests.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to spend your days off with me, for a date. At least we have to show other people we are married couple.”

Law considers your offers, “Okay. Fine. Anything else?”

"That’s all for now. Thank you. Good night. Have a good rest, Law." You feel relieve after hearing his answer. At least you still have a chance with him. "Let's take this slowly then. Hopefully one day we can share the same bed or even he will open up to me and loves me." You thought to yourself and gets ready for bed.

Even though Law said to not do any wife’s duties, you still want to act like one. You are his legal wife, you love him, just some small acts won't hurt right?

You know that as a doctor, Law schedules will be so packed. Sometimes he will come home at dawn and when you're coming home from work he's already goes to hospital. It's so rare to see him at home.

So you decide to give him a visit at hospital, bringing his favorite food. You thought that at least he will be happy to see you. No. He's not. You can see his scowl face as if he don't want you to be here. He grabs your wrist and drag you in to his office, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm bringing you lunch, your favorite. Onigiri. Because I know you hardly get times to eat so I made something simple." You handed the lunch bag to him.

Law just stares at you with his cold grey eyes and sighs, "We have canteen here. I can eat whenever I have time. Though I already told you to not do your wife duties?"

You clench the bag, "And I told you we have to act like married couple? What kind of wife that never visits her husband?" You sighs, "It's almost three weeks that we never meet each other even at home you know? I try to stay awake to wait for you comes home so I can greet you. I told you I want a date on your day off. But you never have a day off. At least this is the only way I can see my husband face." You put down the lunch bag at his table, "If you don't want it you can give it to your friends. Bet they will love it."

You quickly leave his office trying to blinks away the tears. You thought that he will chase you and gives his apology, but none. He doesn't come out from his office. "Why would I thought he will do that? Pathetic."

"Y/N! Hey!" You turn your head to the source of voice that calling you, "Hey! Marco! Chopper! You guys are on break?" You hugs both of them, they are your brothers best friends so you've known them for quite a long time too. "Yeah, we are on break now. You good, Y/N?" Marco stare intently at you. "What? I'm good. Come on, I'll treat you guys foods and sweets." You quickly dismiss Marco concern, you don't want him to suspect anything.

"Are you coming to visit your husband, Y/N?" Chopper asking with mouth full of cotton candy. "Yes, I just met him before I bumped into you guys."

"He's a busy man. Being the top surgeon and also the head of this hospital." Marco propped his head on his hand.

"Yeah, I know that." You try not making eye contact with him, because he will know something's wrong and he definitely going to tell Ace about it.

You're going back home after after saying goodbye to Marco and Chopper. "Am I being to harsh with him? Well, like Marco said, Law is busy after all. I'll try to apologize to him tomorrow." Maybe you should be more patient with him, maybe you should be more considerate with him.

When you wake up and getting ready for work, Law comes out from his bedroom, "Hey, it's my day off today." Law scratch the back of his neck. Your eyes widen, "Soo.... You mean we can go on a date today?"

"Yeah. As my token of apology for not taking a day off. But if you're busy then we can move it to next time."

"Oh no no. I'm free today." You call your assistant to move your schedules for the next days. "So, where are we going today?" Your face beaming with anticipation.

"Where ever you want to go. It's up to you."

You decide to just grab a lunch, nothing fancy just a leisure lunch and goes to coffeeshop. Then everything change when you suddenly get a text from Ace.

"Oh my God... Ace, Sabo and Luffy wants to come over tonight. They said they want to have a sleepover at our house." You can see Law face turns slightly annoyed, "Then we should go home now, I have to move my things from my room to yours."

Law starts move everything, and staged it to make it like both of you are really together, sleeping, eating, everything. He needs to make it perfect in front of your brothers, because he knows how troublesome they are.

The three of them arrive right on when the chef done cooking for dinner. As soon you open the door Luffy jumps on Law, hugging him so tightly it annoys Law so much. Ace and Sabo give you a big hugs and just nods at Law.

"So, what's with the sudden visit and sleepover? You guys do know that I'm married right?" You chuckles while enjoying the dinner.

"Nothing, we just miss you, sis." Ace gives his suspicious stare to Law.

Ah... Marco must has said something to him.

After dinner and chatting with the guys at living room, you and Law decide to sleep because you both need to work tomorrow.

Law gets his pillow and blanket to sleep at a couch on your room, "Just sleep here. It's uncomfortable sleeping there. You need a good sleep." You plea at Law, honestly you're nervous mess because this is the first time you will share a bed with Law.

"No, I'm good. You can sleep at the bed."

"It's not like I'm going to do anything to you. If you don't want to sleep here then I'll sleep at the living room. Your choice." You start to picking up your pillow and blanket.

"Fine. Fine." Law let out a defeated sighs and strides to your bed, you smile and scoot over to make a room for him. He sleep at the edge of the bed, his back on you. You smile happily to be this close with him, this is enough for now. Maybe this is a good start, first date, first time sleeping together. You're content with it.

Law blink and open his eyes slowly to get rid of the sleepiness, he feels something warm on his chest. He looks down and find you sleeping peacefully in his embrace. He grunts and slowly lets you go, trying to not wake you up, "How the hell is this happened?" he get off from the bed and get ready to work.

You wake up when you hear rustling voice, "Morning. You want breakfast? I can make onigiri for you."

Law glance at his watch and he still has time for breakfast, and your brothers also still here, "Sounds good."

You happily making onigiri for him, and Law sits waiting for you while reading the newspaper with coffee. The brothers coming out because they smells something delicious, so you also make the onigiri for them.

After you pack the onigiri for Law, you walk him to the door to send him off. "I'm going now. Thanks for the onigiri."

"Wait." You tug his collar and pull him down and you capture his lips softly. Law's eyes widened with your sudden kiss, maybe because your brothers are looking. He slither his hand on your waist and kiss you back. You pulls away and graze his lips for a moment, not wanting this moment to be over. "Have a safe trip and good day, darling." Law's ear getting red with how you calls him, "Yeah, you too." Law murmur and he goes off to work.

You giggle thinking about your second kiss and how he kissed you back. Maybe this is a good sign. When you turn back to the dining room and see Ace and Sabo grinning like idiots while Sabo close Luffy's eyes, your smiles drop, "Now you three should go back to your own house. Shoo!" Ace and Sabo make any kind of excuses to stay at your house a little longer.

This means you can spend another nights with Law, but you afraid that he will be uncomfortable. So Law just tries to adjust the new routine, sleeping at your room, waking up with you in his arms for a week. Law feels like this can be a little dangerous for him, because every time he wakes up and see you in his arm there's something tingling in his heart. Something he can't describe with his knowledge. The feeling of your bare skin on his hands, your warmth, your steady breathe that makes him so in peace.

This is so wrong. Sleeping together, waking up with you. This is all wrong. This has to stop.

When your brothers all go back to their home, Law moves again to his room. He's back to the old him. Going to work or coming back to home when you're already go to work or even asleep. For the first two days you thought his schedule is packed, but it goes until two weeks, you never see Law at home at all, you even try to go to his hospital yet you also can't meet him. Is Law either busy or trying to avoid you.

The third week, Sabo text you saying, there will be a gala dinner for charity so you should come too with Law, because Law's hospital and Sabo company are the sponsors.

You wait at Law office for all day to ambush him, you need to ask him why he never coming home and he also need to attend the gala tonight. But you decide to not ask him about that to not spoiled the mood later.

Law startle when he sees you at his office. "Long time no see, darling. We need to attend the gala tonight. You should go home to prepare." You give him a sweet smile but taste bitter for you. "Yeah, I know. You can go home first, I still need to finish my last appointment for today." Law walks to his desk without sparing you a glance. You sighs, "Fine. I'll wait at home, we need to go there together."

When you're done with your make up and hair, you hear Law's coming home. He also starts prepare for the gala. You go to his room and knock, "Law, can you help me button up the backside?" Then you see Law already on his suit, looking so damn handsome like the day you two got married. "Yeah, sure." Law thoughts he will only help you a few buttons, but when your back turn to him, Law's breath hitched when he sees your bare back. He carefully to not touch your skin, but he feels the urge to touch you. He lightly graze your skin as he buttons up your dress, making you goosebumps and shudder with his touch. "All done." Law's hand still linger for a seconds near your neck, feeling reluctant to let it go. "Oh. Thanks. I'm done, we can go now." Law nods and walks out of his room to get the car started.

After greetings all the guests together with Law, now you both goes separate ways talking with business partner or colleagues. But then when you talking with one of the potential investor, he begins become a little bit flirty and that makes you uncomfortable. You try to endure it because he might be put his money on the hospital or Sabo's company.

You jolt when you feel a hand slither on your waist and grip it tightly, when you look at the hand owner turns out it's your husband hand and that's make you feel relieve and safe. "Are you done talking with my wife? Because we need to talks to the others. If you need anything else you can contact her secretary. Let's go, honey. Then, pardon us. Enjoy your night." Law's hand still on your waist and he leads you to the other people. You look up at him, "Thank you, Law." But he doesn't says anything back.

"Y/N!" You hear a familiar voice calling you, when you turn your head and see the red hair man, you unintentionally slips away from Law's grip and you walk to him and hug him, "Shanks! Long time no see! How you've been?" You’ve known Shanks for quite a long time too, just like Marco. Shanks often visits Luffy when he was just a kid.

When you slips away from Law's grip, he feels a stinging pain in his heart. Law follows you and stand at your side when you chats with Shanks. Law never sees you so happy before, laughing with another man. As time goes by Law watch you still talking with Shanks like Law doesn't exist at your side, it's irritated him more. But he doesn’t knows why.

“Honey, can we go back now? I have an earlier surgery tomorrow.” Law intentionally puts his hand on your waist again and tug you closer to his side.

“Oh yeah. Sure.” You find it strange with Law’s behavior tonight. At first he saved you from that man, that’s normal. Maybe because he saw you feel uncomfortable. But this? With Shanks? He should knows who Shanks is. You say goodbye to Shanks and Law leads you until inside the car.

Another strange behavior from Law is he drives so fast. He never drives more than the maximum speed. “Law, are you okay?” You ask him with concerns but he doesn’t answer you, and it’s makes you worry more.

When you both reached home, Law immediately get off from the car and storm off inside the house and you follow suit.

As soon as you close the door and calls him again he push you to the wall, pinned both of your hand above your head with his left hand, his right hand grabs your neck tugging your hair a little and Law kiss you aggressively. He shoved his tongue in and slide his right hand to your waist pulling you closer to him.

The third kiss with Law leaves you breathless, hot, but you can feel his anger in it. When he pulls away, he quickly moves to your neck and shoulder blade, leaving bite marks. You whimper and says his name meekly, “Law…”

Law shoot his eyes open, pulls away from you and stare you wide-eyed. Your red lipstick is all smudged on your chin, Law sure he also has your lipstick smudged on his lips. Yet you looks so beautiful even you are in mess. He wants to kiss you again but when your lips graze each other, there's something snap in Law's brain. And he stop before he can kiss you again.

Law release your hand and takes a step back, "Sorry." That's all he says and he runs off, he hurriedly get inside the car and left you.

As for you, you still trying to process everything that happened. The kiss, his sorry, and he left you just like this. You even can't ask him what is he sorry for, you even can't stop him from leaving. Everything happen so fast.

You try to call him but doesn't pick it up. You try all night but none. You try to reach him for a week but he can't be find, you try to ask his father but Rosinante doesn't know anything about it. You try to go to hospital and even wait all day at his office but Law not coming up. This is drive you insane.

A week without any news from Law, it's makes you tired mentally and physically but you don't want to give up before you can get the answer from Law. The last retort is you ask his close friends, Sachi and Penguin. You even threaten them. Turns out Law is staying at their place. They give you the address and you rush to go there.

You rings the bell and when Law open the door, he doesn't expect you to be here. Law immediately close the door, but you held your hand between the door to prevent it close. In result Law hurt your hand pretty bad from how hard he slams the door.

Law shocks with how careless you are and he instinctively brings you in. He sits you down and checks your hand is there any broken bone or anything, he massage your hand to ease the pain.

"So, can we talk now?" You stare at Law, you can see how tired he is from his face, it's not like you are any better than him. But he still refuse to talk, so you just sighs and continue to ask him, "Why did you do that? And why you left me? You didn't calls me or texts me. Just tell me the reason, don't leave me hanging like that. I hate it."

Still nothing, Law doesn't looks at you nor even answer you. You yank your hand and hiss at your throbbing hand, Law look at you but he quickly avert his eyes.

It's hurt like hell. Not your hand, but your heart. "I love you, Law." You whispers the words while trying to hold back your tears. "I love you." You repeat it again now more clearly. "I love you." And now you can't hold back the tears anymore. Law just stay silent, but he turn his head to look at you. He didn't says it back, instead he says. "No, you don't. This marriage is not true. We married because Doflamingo arranged it. And I'm truly sorry that you had to involve with it."

"I love you, Law." You try to reach his hand, but Law dodge it. "Go home, Y/N-ya. I think we need to separate ourselves to think more clearly."

"What do you mean? My mind have always been clear, Law." You wipe your tears, "Do you love me, Law?"

Law clench his both hands and stare at you, he can't say anything. It feels like something stuck at his throat, so he just turn his head averting his gaze.

"I'm happy with you, Law. Even if it's just for two months I'm really happy." You close your eyes and take a deep breath, "But, if you don't love me and you are suffering because of me, because of this marriage, then let's divorce. My lawyer will prepare all the papers. And don't worry about Doflamingo, I'll handle him."

You stand up and walk to Law, you reach his face and turn his head to looks at you. "Thank you for the happiest memories you gave me, Law. I love you." You leans in and stop at his lips, instead his lips you kiss his cheek for the last time. Because you don't want your last kiss with Law is a farewell kiss, let the last kiss with Law was the hot passionate kiss he gave you.

You caress his cheek and smile at Law, "You are free now, Law." Then you walk out of the apartment. You enter the lift and make a call, "Sabo, please pick me up." You crouch down and you can't hold back your tears anymore, you sobs while calling Sabo.

Sabo tries to drives faster to pick you, it's really hurt his heart hearing his beloved sister crying like that. When he arrive he immediately takes you into the car. "Take me to your place, Sabo. I don't want to go home. Please." You still sobs and clutching your arms tightly, leans your head to the window.

Sabo lets you sleep at the guest room, he prepare everything you needs. "Can you tell me why you are there, sis? What happened to you? Who did this to you?" Sabo sit at the edge of the bed and hold your hand to calm you down. Being the closest siblings with Sabo, you tell him everything and you cry again remembering how painful today's event were.

"Promise me, Sabo. Don't tell Luffy about this. They are friends. I don't want to ruin their friendship." You try to convince Sabo to keep silent about this matter.

"Then why you did that? Why you have to divorce him?" Sabo still can't understand why.

"If he can be free from this suffering then I'll do anything for him, Sabo." You give him a sad smile.

"Then what about you? You don't care with your own happiness?"

"If Law is happy to be free, then I'm happy too, Sabo."

Sabo grip your hand tightly, "Then what's your plan after this?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll go to Switzerland to clear my minds. I don't have any confidence what will I become if I stay here." You really want to stop crying but the tears just rolls down on it's own. Sabo hugs your for comforting you, "So, when you are gonna go?" You hiccups and wipe your tears, "Tomorrow."

Law lays on his bed and stare blankly at his wedding ring on his finger. He takes it off, "I'm free? From what? Doflamingo? You?" Free. But he feels empty inside. There's something wrong with this freedom you gave him, but he doesn't know what's wrong with it. Law tries to sleep but his eyes won't shut. He can't sleep, every times he close his eyes, your face appears at his mind. Your crying face haunts him, Law can felt his heart clench when he saw your tears, Law wants to wipe away your tears, but he can't, he doesn't has the right for that. Does Law feels guilty to shove you away? Or he just pitying you?

Law not sure if he feels guilty or pity. But he won't denied that the first time he saw you two years ago in the crowd you were so mesmerizing. When he knew that you are his marriage partner he was so torn, should he be happy or sad? Will you be happy with him? And why did you agreed to marry him? Do you even love him?

But when you said you love him numerous times, he can't believe it. There's no way you love him. Did Doflamingo tricked you? Law keep tossing around thinking about everything that had happened today, "I should go home tomorrow to get new clean clothes. I have to wait when you're not at home then." Law sighs and his eyes feel heavy now with the sleepiness creep in.

When Law arrive at your house, he see Sabo's car outside. Law walks in and Sabo stare at him with anger, "You are really stupid, you know that? I really want to punch you right now but I try to hold back for the sake of my sister that loves you so much. You don't deserve her." Sabo walk past Law and leave him there.

Law lets out dry chuckles, "Yeah, I don't deserve her." Law thought that you are resting at your room, but there's soemthing not feels right at this house. It's feels empty, like nobody is at home right now. Law's guts tell him to check on you, so he walks to your room and knocks. But there's no answer, so he open it. Law's eyes widen when he see your empty room, "So this is it, huh?" Law close the door and starts gather his things, before he leave he looks back one more time. Remembering some moments he spent with you in this house.

You sits at the lounge waiting for your boarding time, looking at your diamond ring, you rub it and take it off, "Funny how this beautiful ring is not from him. Must be someone else pick our wedding rings." You chuckles, trying to hold back your tears behind your sunglass. When you hear the announcement for your flight, you get up and put your ring into the champagne glass.

That night Rosinante come to visit Law at Sachi and Penguin place, "Are you seriously getting divorce with Y/N? Why, Law?"

"Because this marriage is not real from the beginning. Doflamingo already got what he wants. So there's nothing wrong if we divorce."

Rosinante sighs, "Do you hear yourself right now, Law? Your words don't match your face you know. Don't lie to yourself."

"Lie about what? I'm not lying." Law furrow his eyebrows.

"Law, do you love her?" Rosinante ask him bluntly, "See. you even can't say no to it. I saw how you both looks at each other, Law. You look at her with eyes full of love. Think and ask yourself again, Law. Do you love her or not. She came to me asked about you in panic, you know." Rosinante rise and pat Law's shoulder. "It's not too late, Law."

Rosinante’s word lingers at Law’s brain, he stares at his phone thinking is this the right thing to do? Law close his eyes and takes a deep breath, then he push the call button, “Hey, Sabo. This is Law. Can we meet up now? There’s something I need to ask you.”

“What do you want, Law?” Sabo crossed his arms.

“I need to know where is Y/N-ya. And I know you must know where she is right now.”

“And why do you think I’ll tell you that?”

“Because I want to make it right this time.” Law stare directly at Sabo, and it’s make Sabo soften, he tells Law where you are right now.

“Thanks. I owe you.” Law rises from his seat and ready to leave but Sabo tells something to him and that makes Law more sure about his decision.

You strolls around Lake Lungern, enjoying the view and fresh air. Hoping this new environment can heal your broken heart. Yet your mind still wanders to Law. What’s he doing now, does he has surgery today, does he eat yet. You chuckle and shake your head, you flew thousands miles from him yet you still can’t forget about him.

When you look ahead, you see something familiar. A tall man with a white fluffy spotted hat. You squint your eyes, thinking maybe you’re hallucinating now because you just thought about him. Strange… That white fluffy spotted hat coming closer to you until that man stop his tracks a few feet from you.

“Hey.” Law stands awkwardly in front of you.

“This is not real.” You look up at him, blinking away your hallucination. But that man still standing in front of you, "It's real. It’s me, Y/N-ya.”

“What are you doing here? How did you-”

“I asked Sabo.” Law cut you off, “I’m here to take my wife back.”

You can’t believe with what just he said, “Wife?? I already told my lawyer to take care of the divorce papers. You are free now, Law. You can do whatever you want."

"Yes, and since I can do whatever I want then I'm here to take what's mine."

"You are so selfish, Law." You walk past him. You have a mixed feeling about Law sudden appearance. Just when you decided to let him go and yet here he is, spouting nonsense.

Law follow you and stands in front of you again to stop you walks away, trying to convince you that he is serious about this, "I know I'm selfish, and I'm sorry that I hurt you. Can we go somewhere else so we can talk?"

You close your eyes and sighs, "Do you have a place to stay?" Law shake his head. "Follow me."

You walk to a small cottage near the lake, Law follows you in and he put his bag down. "Coffee?" You walk to the kitchen but Law grab your wrist, "That can wait, let's talk first." Law lead you to the couch sits with you.

"Did Doflamingo threatened you to do this? I told you I'll handle him. You don't have to worry about the funds or anything, Law. Just lives freely." You furrow your eyebrows and ready to unleash your rage to Doflamingo later after this.

"No, Y/N-ya. He didn't threatened me or anything. I did this is on my own will." Law take your hand and rub your back of hand and he realize you don't wear your wedding ring anymore, "I know this is too late, but I really wish I still can make it right."

"What do you mean, Law?"

Law take a deep breathe, "I believe we saw each others at Luffy's birthday party two years ago. I mean we didn't talk to each other that time, but I saw you, and I... I felt something that time, but I just brushed it off. Until we met again at the hotel for the marriage thing. To be honest when I saw you as my wife to be, I'm afraid that you won't like me, because this is arranged marriage after all and we never talk before. Until you said that you love me, I still can't believe it."

This is the first time that you hear Law talking this much, and he shows you his vulnerable side to you, "How did you know we saw each other at Luffy's birthday party two years ago?"

"Sabo told me. He also said that you pestering him asking about me that night. Is that true, Y/N-ya?"

"Yeah..." You murmur and look down at your hand that Law still grip.

"I'm sorry, Y/N-ya. I shouldn't had push you away like that. Can we start over again? Is it too late, Y/N-ya?" Law lifts your face to look at him.

Tears begin threatened to fall at the corner of your eyes, you can't believe this day will come. You just nod and the tears fall down, Law hugs you tightly and kiss your temple, and you cry in his embrace.

When you wake up you feel a heavy arm hugging your body from behind, a head nuzzle at the crook of your neck. This feel surreal, from today onwards you will waking up with Law at your side everyday. Law stir awake and he peppered kisses on your shoulder and neck, "Morning, my wife." He says between the kisses. "Gosh. His morning voice is so sexy."

You giggle and turn around to face him, "Morning, husband." You kiss his lips and Law smile against your lips, spending a lazy morning with you under the sheets, feet’s entangled with each other and snuggles is like a dream come true for him.

“Do you remember the kiss you gave me when we got home from the gala dinner?” You propped yourself on Law’s chest and tracing his heart tattoo that you see for the first time.

Law furrow his eyebrows, thinking for a moment, "Yeah... Why??"

"Are you jealous when I talked with Shanks?" You grin at him. "No." Law flick your forehead gently. Your grins widened and you tease him again, "Ah... You are jealous." Law ears turned red, he grabs your arm and waist and flip you on your back, you laugh and Law bites your neck and laps it with his tongue, he suck it to make a red color appear on your skin making you whimper, "You're mine. I don't like it when you get close with other men." Law kiss your forehead and he grab your hand to get off from the bed, "Come on, let's go out and eat breakfast before we stroll around the lake." Well, turns out he quite a possessive man, you try to hold your smile.

Law intertwined his hand with you as both of you strolls around the lake, "Where is your wedding ring, Y/N?" You're taken aback with his sudden question and you stop on your track. You almost forgot that you didn't wear the ring anymore, "Umm. At the champagne glass on the lounge?" You stare at Law with apologetic look, "Well, since we will get divorce so I took it off and left it there. And I know you're not the one that chose our wedding ring. So... Yeah..."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm not the one that chose those rings. That's why this time I choose it myself." Law brings a box from his pocket and he open it. There are two wedding rings in it, a pretty diamond ring that really suits you. You gasps when he open it, Law takes your ring and brings up your hand, "Let's start over again, Y/N. Stay with me forever." Law slips the ring onto your finger and he kiss your knuckles.

You can't hold back your happy tears, you take Law's ring and you slips it onto his finger, "You stuck with me, darling." You giggles and tip toeing to kiss Law.

Law grabs your waist and pulls you close without leaving a gap between you, and he deepen the kiss. When he pulls away, he caress your cheek, "I love you, Y/N."

"Takes you long enough to say it. I love you too, Law." You smile and kiss him again, you can feel Law smiles on your lips.

You don't need Law to kneels to propose you, this is more than enough for you, all that matter is Law asking you to marry him again on his own will.

Both you and Law just stroll around the lake and the village, hand in hand and so in love. Enjoying your honeymoon.

dividers by : @saradika-graphics

[thepenguinwriter]

Can you do Rosie x Gender Neutral! Reader finding out the reader is fallen angel? Romantic of course! Also, if it's not to much to ask could you make the reader masculine presenting? Thank you and have a wonderful day!

`` 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ``

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬' 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 : 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 (𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐮𝐧)

When Alastor brought with him the Princess of Hell to visit, you were certainly honored and happy to meet her. Your partner seemed to feel the same, and you got along quite well.

However, things soon turned awkward when she started talking about her own girlfriend. Another one, just like you.

Hearing her talk about how betrayed she felt, you couldn't look Rosie in the eyes, even trough her encouraging words.

'Actions speak the truth', she said. By all means, it should have calmed your nerves. But ever since that faithful meeting, it was all you thought about. The overwhelming guilt was starting to crush you, and it was then that you knew. You needed to confess everything.

°• ~♡~ •°

As you sat before your partner, taking sips of your warm tea, you couldn't help but feel bitter. You didn't want to ruin that sweet smile of hers, not now.. but if you waited more, the guilt would only get worse until you couldn't take it anymore.

You cleared your throat, clearing some dust off your black pants and fixing your tie. "Rosie?" You spoke up. "We need to talk."

The overlord's empty gaze focused fully on you, that same wide smile on her face. "What is it, darling?" She asked you.

You took a deep breath. "I.. I have something to confess," you began. "I haven't been entirely honest with you."

Your trembling hands clutched onto the fabric of your pants under the table. You didn't know how she'd react. Would she throw you out, leave you? No, surely not. She wasn't that cruel. Still, for some reason, you were more anxious than when they cast you down from Heaven in the first place.

"I'm not a sinner. I'm not from Hell, either. I.." you trailed off, finding it hard to speak. You didn't dare look up at her, missing her expression which was filled with a mix of concern and surprise.

"I am an angel. No, I.. I was an angel. They cast me down here as punishment. They deemed me dangerous and not suited for the Pearly Gates." You closed your eyes, trying to stop the tears that were rapidly forming. "I'm sorry I haven't told you yet.. I feel horrible..-"

Your words were cut off when you felt a pair of delicate arms wrap around you. Your breath hitched in your throat. "Y... You're not mad..?"

"Of course not," her voice soothed you into silence again. "I wish you'd told me sooner.. but, now I know. That's all that matters."

Your frown quickly evaporated, replaced instead by a big, grateful grin. You got up from your seat, pulling the overlord close to yourself and putting your arms around her. "I love you so much."

Her fingers trailed down your suit, her touch gentle as a feather. "I love you too, hun. This doesn't change that fact."

A/N: Rosie's back! I hope this satisfies you, dear! I've taken a little break from writing but I hope that's not too noticeable here :,D thank you so much for requesting!!

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Dating Pedri González Would Include...

Dating this guy is being in a roller coaster, in a good way

You met him on a clothing shop, casually walking with your girl friend when he walked behind you and tripped causing him to step on your back heel pulling your shoe out.

"Puta madre, joder, I'm so sorry"

"...They were white"

"I'll buy you new ones"

"Nah, don't worry. I'll just give them a wash and all good"

The moment you smiled at him and not yelled at his face for his mistake, he fell for you.

You knew who he was but you also knew he was just another normal human being who was really good playing your favorite sport and outside the pitch he was just Pedro.

But still commented he should always be careful, look around and not only on the pitch with a smile on

"You know me?" He asked as you laughed lightly

"But you're also funny" You laughed "Kind of forgot who you are?" He shook his head still amazed by you

"Pedro González" He shyly said as you smiled

"Y/N Y/L/N" And with that you left

He searched up for you everywhere.

TikTok, Twitter, Instagram... You name it, he searched for you and he found you.

@ pedri asked to follow you

You smiled and accepted him

And ever since that day, he texted you daily, he found ways to connect with you, a friendship was born and later on, your relationship.

The amount of love this man has for you it's not countable.

He often uses Lightyear's phrase when you ask him how much he loves you: To the infinity and beyond

He's just deeply in love with you.

Talked about you to his parents.

And when you finally met them they instantly loved you. Rosy was happy she got you as the daughter she never had. And Fernando was happy his son was happy and in good hands.

Going to his matches with the 8 on your back, supporting him.

Having inside home dates and them being the best ones ever.

He L-O-V-E-S spoiling you.

He would gift you a bracelette with P.G8 in your three months anniversary, since that day you've never taken it off.

You on the other hand give him a black bracelette too with your initial and a football ball. He only takes it off when he plays.

Your parents love him and he loves them.

Whlist driving he would definitely have his hands with yours or on your thigh

Singing at the top of your lungs while he drives. Also being the DJ, often playing Quevedo, Rosalía and Taylor Swift

Car rides towards nowhere, just driving the two of you during midnight for late night McDonald's or the ones where you go to the beach or a little 2 days vacation.

Talking about driving.

He would and would not like to teach you how to drive.

He would because you look absolutely gorgeous in, with and doing everything. And he also would want you to drive him around sometimes. And he wouldn't because he loves driving you around and also he's afraid for the three of your lives. Your, his and his cars.

Either way, after lots of begging, he would accept.

Teaching you should be both a really good and bad memory together, laughing, spending good time with each other and at the same time he's shitting himself for both of your lives

"LOOK AT THE ROAD!" "I'M LOOKING!"

Fights like every other couple, but you both eventually calm down for a while and fix the problem.

He can get jealous, if he's feeling intimidated. Quickly showing everyone, who you belonged to. But he trusts you with his life.

You trust him too, but get jealous as well and mostly when there are some girls who ignore your existence and just shamessly flirt with him.

You can't believe their audacity.

You also know he doesn't have eyes for any other girl but you. He has let you know that and doesn't mind reminding you who he belongs to sometimes.

With sweet words, acts and you know...

He lives for making you happy.

"Pap-I mean... Pepi"

"Y/N"

You are best friends and lovers at the same time.

Everyone loves your relationship.

INSIDE JOKES

You could be out with the team or family

When Fer (mostly) says something and it reminds you both to something, expect you both crying in laughter and face fully red not being able to explain yourselves.

Fer hates when that happens but secretly he loves the fact his brother found his person.

His hand is in yours all the time.

He just loves grabbing your hand in his. Playing with your fingers calms him down.

Meanwhile you, play with his ring to calm yourself down.

You also love leaning into his chest, it's just so big, perfect and strong that you wanna lay there for the rest of your lives.

He would try and help you with homework but the second he saw the amount of calculations, laws and unknown words he got up.

"You get into it, I'll make you some food amd cheer for you"

He would share his food with you, surprising everyone in his house. Especially Fer

You looked at his plate and pocked his bicep a few times making him look at you "¿Qué pasa?" "Your chips look better than mine, can I have one?" He smiled kissing you softly "Las que quieras, bonita" He grabbed two "Venga, here comes the airplane"

When Fer tried it wasn't the same result tho

"Heyheyhey, what do you think you're doing?" "Grabbing a chip?" "No"

You would be the type of private but not secret couple.

Definitely being seen around sometimes, mostly in his car.

But no one knew your private life since all of your social medias were private.

His true fans, love you and love the fact you make their golden boy happy.

The guys teasing him as they see Pedri being whipped.

But they were happy for him that he found you.

He's happy that he found you. And he wants to have you by his side forever.

And you want him forever too.

Who knew a stranger in a clothing shop who pulled your shoe out would end up being the love of your life?

Expect a relationship full of love, laughs and joy.

So, like I said in the beggining. Dating Pedri is to put roller coaster mode on, in the best way possible.

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[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 13. Shimmering Icicles [C3]

Pairing: Turpin x fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader & Third, Turpin

Setting: Turpin’s house

Continuation of: Prompt 4. Sharing, Prompt 6. Out Of Care

A/N:As promised! Here's today's fic - hope you'll love it 🤭 We're starting to get mighty warm in this one 👀 I mean, it is wintertime over here so I certainly don't mind 🤭🙈 I'm also so beyond ready to get a little break tbh - it's been nonstop of everything for the past few weeks (the last three days being super hectic with the writing as you know) and I'd love to curl up with a good book or longer fic and just take a moment to exist but I'm also super happy about all the writing I've gotten done so far this month 😂 I hope you're all having a wonderful time and that December keeps on giving all the good stuff 🥰❤

Tags/TW’s: Mutual Secret Pining, Wishing For Forgiveness, Cuddling Close In Sleep, Masturbation, Bathtub Pleasure, Unwilling/Unplanned Voyeurism, Virgin Reader, Sexual Desperation, Struggling With Emotions & New Sensations, Wishing For More, Yielding For Another's Benefit

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 2.9k+

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⩤• You •⩥

Your body hummed with warmth, a calmness seemed sturdily wrapped around you as you awoke to the steadily growing light of dawn sifting through your closed eyelids. It was late morning and you couldn’t quite make yourself fully wake up. The dream of Richard returning to you in the middle of the night made you force yourself to remain on the borderline to wakefulness — the encompassing warmth did little to help sleep leave.

A flexing hand at your hip jolted your senses. You drew a quiet gasp as your eyes popped open in a rush. A pale chest dusted with grey hair filled your vision, the steady thumping of a heart beneath your ear rousing you further. You were curled up against Richard, his arm under your head and wrapped around your back. It wasn’t a dream .

You tried to remain utterly still, endeavouring to relax your muscles to fain sleep. Never had you laid so close. Never had he held you tightly. Never had you heard his heartbeat before or felt his steady breaths under your palm as his chest rose and sank. He was warm, soft yet sturdy — but that you already knew. How I missed you, darling … It was really a strange thing, though. Given everything, how had you fallen in love with the stoic man and felt as if he was missing from you when he wasn’t around? When did that really happen?

Richard hummed and tensed his arm for a second before his breaths turned deep and steady once more. You gently tilted your head back. His face was a wondrous thing to look at. Especially in that moment; his hard lines softened by sleep, the tension in his jaw gone for the time being, and his often scrunched eyebrows softly curved in relaxation. Your fingers tingled to reach up and drag down the curve of his hooked nose, to stroke those cheeks with the slight tint of rosy warmth and grey stubble.

You refrained. Instead, you cuddled closer, closing your eyes and pretending to be asleep. You wanted to remain there for as long as possible, a lacking in your heart you hadn’t known about suddenly felt filled with his closeness. Despite everything, he had come back and whatever discussion was to be had could wait. Your eternity rested in his hands, his words, but surely forever could spare another minute…

⩤• Turpin •⩥

He dared not move. The sun shone through the curtains, the day having since long begun. Yet he lay absolutely still, like a dead man in a casket. He kept his breaths deep and slow, every muscle relaxed and softened. Your warmth invaded his skin, your scent filled his nose, your soft breaths filled his ears with a sweet whooshing sound so low he could barely hear it but the warmth it fanned over his bare chest in intervals could not be missed.

Perhaps I perished in sleep and have reached— no, I must be very much alive, with my sweet wife cuddled close. The muddled and unfamiliar sensations within him were difficult to pinpoint — there were so many of them and all quite elusive to correctly term in their newness. His rigid cock was an easier matter to understand, you felt like perfection against him — despite the nightdress keeping your soft skin from his. This is not a time for my desperate need. I may very well be on the brink of never gaining such a gift from her, I cannot jeopardize this moment or the future beyond it.

He drew a deeper breath, gently moving his muscles to give you the chance to move away before ever knowing he was awake and aware of how the two of you lay so maddeningly close. But you didn’t move, nothing about your state changed and a mixture of relief and sorrow flooded him. He wished you awoke and remained cuddled against him willingly, what one did in sleep one had little control over and if you did not wake and made the active choice to remain close to him the moment meant that much less.

He sneaked his arm free before abandoning the warmth to shrug on his robe. When he glanced at you over his shoulder, your arm lay stretched over the mattress where he had been a moment ago but other than that nothing had changed. Asleep… Perhaps that is the only time I deserve your closeness, when you offer it unknowingly. The thought stabbed at his usually cold heart, his aching cock demanding to enter your warmth and find its sweet release, his skin itched to be connected with yours, and above all he wished for you to look him in the eye while offering your forgiveness.

None of it was granted, of course. He merely left the bedroom with a final glance at your sleeping form before heading to the bathroom. His movements were hurried, the constant pressure to go back and wake you, kiss you, press you down into the mattress with his own body while offering you all the pleasure he could was agonizingly unbearable.

He filled the tub with steaming water and shrugged out of his robe and underpants before sinking into the water with a deep groan. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes he tried to resist the urges coursing through his veins with the image of you in the bed as a constant stoker to the fire within him. It all mixed with his anger, his hurt, his wish for forgiveness, and the uncontrollable warmth you seemed to thaw his entire heart with.

His cock jerked as a memory flashed of you smiling widely at him, eyes all twinkly and warm when looking upon him. “Fucking hell and damnation,” he huffed out in a near snarl. “She’ll be the death of me, I swear it.” His hand found his cock and grabbed it harshly, squeezing the throbbing length with almost too much force as the need to come to the thoughts of you looking at him with warmth turned overwhelming.

He stroked himself, the water rippled at the motion as he spread his legs wider to relieve the pressure on his balls. “ Fuck ,” he hissed as he upped the pace, thinking of your hands on him, your lips against his skin, forgiveness and words of want tumbling out of your alluring mouth as he stroked himself harder. “Y/n— oh, fuck — ” he groaned while his balls drew up, his spine stiffening at the pending release he so desperately needed if he were to have the slightest chance at keeping a somewhat clear head later.

His hips bucked against his hand, and nearly painful pleasure built higher and higher as he gripped his cock harder — needing the pain to keep him from roaring out. “Y/n, my — haaa — sweet wife, oh fuck — ” He bit down on his lip, hissing a breath out between his teeth as he tensed all over. “Yes, yes, oh fuck -, Y/n—” His sentence got cut, his entire body turned stiff, and his eyes flew open at the sound of a gasp.

You stood in the doorway, your eyes wide, your hand over your agape mouth, the other still grasped the doorknob with with-knuckled force. “You-, you called my name,” you whispered while your cheeks turned scarlet, your entire throat rosy in a manner that only had his pleasure rising higher while your eyes seemed to look all over him in the clear bath, his hands still gripping his aching cock on the cusps of release.

It all happened in mere seconds, his lust-addled brain too caught in pleasure to fully register what was happening. “Oh my god!” you shrieked and his eyes found yours bound to his hand grasping his bulging length, he was still holding it tightly and the pressure along with your agonizingly alluring look of embarrassment and innocence tipped him over the edge before he could stop himself.

Red hot pleasure erupted within him as his cock pulsed, the water closest to it turning muddled with his cum while he gasped and groaned at the relief, his hips automatically jerking at the sensation while he tried to stop himself from completely unravelling while your intent gaze fanned the flames of his pleasure with your look of horror, intrigue, shame, and longing, all mixed into one delicious cocktail of purity to be ravaged. He couldn’t help it, you were the one woman he wished to be his and only his for all time — past, present, and future.

But this, the situation you were now in, had never been on his list of wants for your introduction to his naked anatomy. He always wished to go slow with you, make you feel safe in his proximity and closeness — make you curious, not frightened. Fucking hell , he thought while the five seconds after his climax passed in a breath-snagging stillness. Then you turned and slammed the door shut behind you with a bang so hard it rattled the walls. Dread seeped into his bones while his entire body deflated in the warm water. He feared all was lost now, seeing your reaction to him calling your name in the midst of manhandling his own cock. His body turned heavy and the sweetness of ejaculating to the thoughts of you did nothing to ease the stiffness in his shoulders.

⩤• You •⩥

You panted, your chest seemed nearly to explode as you tried to stop the raging of your pounding heart. You leaned against the door, a door you shouldn’t have entered despite hearing your name called. I thought he heard my steps, oh god, oh god, I thought— You hid your face behind your hands, your entire body felt on edge and there was a burning warmth forcing your entire body to tense as you couldn’t rid yourself of the magnificent view you had just witnessed. A primal urge. A deep-seated need. An indisputable sensation of something frighteningly new yet wholly wanted by your body.

Your skin was far too hot, your legs too shaky. The sound of Richard leaving the tub and water dripping on the tiles forced you to jolt away from the door. You couldn’t stop the feelings of him holding you close in the morning from mixing with whatever maddening sensation seeing him in such a state while nearly moaning your name made you feel now. It was too much, yet your body felt deprived of something at the same time.

Your back hit the hallway wall, your breaths in hot pants while the thin nightdress felt suffocatingly warm in the chilly house. Your eyes were glued to the door before you, your mind running rampant with the thought of your husband naked on the other side — and the length of him, the force of his hand, the look of pleasurable pain contorting his features just before his eyes had snapped to your face. The way his hips had jerked and he’d groaned, the depth of the sound wrecked you while you stood on trembling legs, frozen to the spot with only the wall for support.

Hope bloomed somewhere deep within you. Hope that he would forgive you, that he still wanted you, that he still wished to be with you despite the harsh words he’d spoken about your selfishness three days ago. You quenched a sobbed breath as your entire body confused you with the mixture of all the emotions running rampant within you. It was too much and you felt as if you were wound too tight, too tense and too loose at the same time — unable to untangle your feelings and thoughts while your body ached, thrummed, tensed, shook, all of it at the same time.

Your core ached far beyond anything else. A foreign sensation of coiling warmth your fingers seemed to itch to relieve. The view of Richard in the tub coming to the forefront, the sound of your name leaving his thin lips in such a darkly needy manner. You drew a shivering breath while trying to find your equilibrium. You couldn’t stay there, Richard would soon be done in the bathroom and you couldn’t face him when you were such a sordid mess.

After a few strained steps, you managed to get to the bedroom and slammed the door shut just as you heard the bathroom door open. You ran for the bed, diving in under the covers, and curled up in a ball of tension. What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel — Your thought was cut short when the door opened slowly, the tiniest of creaking from its hinges the only indication before Richard’s footsteps echoed out. He was moving closer, each thud echoed in your core with trepidation and shame filling your blood.

“Y/n?” he asked in a deep rumble, his voice thicker than usual. You curled up further, fully hidden under the cover. You didn’t know what else to do but to hide, despite the way you’d missed him while he was gone and how happy you had felt when you noticed him wake up a mere half an hour ago but not moving away from you.

“You should not have seen that,” he said after a short moment, his steps echoing out again — drawing closer once more as he rounded the bed. “I have done my utmost to wait, shield you from my needs to allow yours to dictate the pace we move in. Why would you enter the bathroom in such a manner?” he asked, from the sound of it he stood right by your side and his voice was thick with something dark you couldn’t quite name. “I-, I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice meek and strained with the confusing sensations tightening your body. “You called my name,” you continued quietly while listening to his rough breathing. A small whimper escaped you as your mind flashed with the way he’d said it, with such need and want. You never knew your name could sound so wondrous, so delectable, so lusty.

“Are you frightened of me?” he asked, his voice a caress of a rumble. “No.” “Why are you hiding, then?” You drew a deep, shuddering breath. “I-, I’m ashamed.” “Ashamed?” “Yes…” Because I feel like I’ll burst into flames if I look at you, and I looked at you when I shouldn’t have looked at you. And I’m frightened, and, and, and confused— “Why? Tell me,” Richard demanded. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t word what you were feeling, it was a mess and foreign to you. So, you remained quiet under the cover.

A long moment passed in silence, but you felt his presence. It only made you curl up further, your thighs pressing together in an attempt to relieve whatever ache had steadily built at the apex of them. You’d felt a shadow of the sensation before, after having wed Richard and lived with him for a few weeks. He’d been dressed splendidly, seated in the parlour with a book and his legs crossed leisurely. He’d looked magnificent, the afternoon sun had shone behind him and the grey in his hair had nearly glowed from the warm light. Is this that same feeling, only stronger?

“Wife,” Richard said steadily, “answer me.” “No, I-, I cannot,” you whispered, your throat tight. “Do you wish to be alone?” he then asked, dejection hidden in his voice. Did you? Did you want him to leave? “Yes… No…” If you leave now, maybe you’ll leave completely again. I don’t want that… “I shall leave you alone, I will remain in my office,” he said in a cold manner. His voice dark and deep, it sent goosebumps along your skin and the memory of how harshly he’d spoken to you three days ago surfaced. It made you cool slightly, your mind distracted from the images of seeing him in the tub.

His footsteps receded. The sound of the door knob being turned came and your heart jolted. You threw the cover off, your breaths turning rushed, and found his eyes staring at you — no emotions in them. As if he’d turned them off. “Don’t leave me again,” you said. “I took everything down, and I’m so sorry for what I did,” you continued while trying to keep the conflicting emotions and sensations at bay. On one hand, you wished to launch yourself at him and make him take away the ache, on the other you were terrified of the way he looked at you. Blandly. Blankly. 

You looked away, not able to hold the connection. Your eyes went to the window, shimmering icicles hung from the roof and the sparkles were beautiful as the sun shone on the clear ice. Perhaps those icicles were to be the only sparkle this Christmas. It tore a sigh from you, a pitiful sound really. Yet, still, you found yourself thinking that if he needed a Christmas that wasn’t all that Christmasy then you’d accept that, and deal with it — for him. Perhaps him saying your name during such a time as in the tub meant there was a chance for more between the two of you. 

His rushed footsteps filled the room, and you hadn’t time enough to turn your head before his warm hands cradled your cheeks and stormy eyes of grey held yours unwaveringly. “You… are apologizing, to me?” he asked, a low sound of disbelief. “ I should be the one to ask for your forgiveness, Y/n.” You couldn’t say anything, his eyes held you mesmerized and there was not a single thought in your head beyond wanting to kiss the lips confessing to wanting your forgiveness and lifting the blame from you.

“Wife, sweet wife,” he exhaled in a rush while his thumbs stroked your cheeks. The rainbow-coloured sparkles of the icicles danced around him and all you could do was hold his gaze as your body went taunt and hot from the way he looked at you.

…To Be Continued…

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A/N: Well, that was a fun fic 🤭 This is really turning into something quite delicious and I do have plans for at least 2 more parts of this story so stay tuned for that in the near future - hopefully not too far off in the future (yes, yes, I'm itching to write more for Turpin - as usual 😂)

Q: What's that one thing that bothers you with the holidays? 👀 A: For me, it's the mania regarding gifts. Like, yes, I love to give and receive gifts but I think there's a bit too much of a buying spree every year rather than an actual thought behind the gifts. I'd rather have one well-thought-out gift than ten random ones 🤷

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[Dec:2023]

[just-my-type-x]

Can you do a imagine about Brad caressing the reader's hair?

Sweet Dreams

Slight smut, fluff

Hi, hello, long time so see. I missed u guys like crazy and it's nice to finally take a break and write what i like, not school stuff haha. So since this is a simple imagine, i would love to add a lil bit of something else to the imagine, so i hope it's fine with y'all ♥️

I wake up shocked, running my hands over my face, sighing loudly. I let myself calm down after remembering every scene of me and Brad kissing on his couch, how he cupped my face gently with his hands, soft lips brushing over mine. I shake my head and get up from the bed, heading to the bathroom. I wash my face and stare at my rosy cheeks.

"I need to let it go, we're friends. That was weird, come on, y/n, come back to your senses.", i tell myself in the mirror and finish my morning routine, heading over to my closet to find an outfit for today. If the dream wasn't enough, i get to spend at least ten hours with Brad today. Also with the boys and their girlfriends, but right now, he's my problem. He's having a game night at his place and since I'm their best friend, i obviously got to fill in Brad's blank spot and I'm also helping him with small preparations for tonight.

I arrive at his place an hour later, getting a huge bag of snacks from my trunk. I get inside without knocking, Brad expecting me already. I'm greeted by Jack, who wiggles his tail around like a helicopter and jumping on my legs to be pet. I manage to pet his head a few times, careful not to drop anything on him.

"Hey, Jack, come here", Brad calls for Jack, throwing him his favorite toy. I smile at the two of them and head towards the kitchen, where Brad's waiting for me. I put the bag on the counter and dodge his hug. "What was that about?", he frowns and i look away from him.

"Nothing.", i shrug my shoulders, unpacking the snacks.

"Are you sure?", he comes by my side and scans my face. I try my best not to look at him, because i feel slightly affected by the dream i had. It was alarming enough that i found it cute and sweet, and seeing Brad right after these intrusive thoughts, it doesn't end up well for me.

"Yeah", i not absently and hand him the juice bottle without looking at him. He scoffs, but takes the bottle and puts it in the fridge.

"I don't believe you. Did something happen?", he comes back by my side and his hand wraps around my wrist, gently. I look at the embrace, but i slowly take my arm away, moving to the counter tops to sort the chips and candy.

"Nothing happened. You're just paranoid.", i chuckle, but my face is straight. I hear him sigh and i turn around to grab more bags, but he's standing right behind me, arms crossed at his chest. I lock eyes with Brad for a moment and i can feel them burn from his stare. I look away and try to pass him, but he stops me by snaking an arm around my waist. My cheeks start burning from the intimate way of him behaving right in this moment. He pulls me back towards him, my back pressed against his chest, while his other arm wraps around my upper half.

"You don't even look me in my eyes, something's up and you're not leaving until you tell me what's up.", Brad says softly and he tightens his embrace on me. I roll my eyes and try to move, but the little friction between us makes my mind go wild, as he pulls me tighter on him." Na-ah, you didn't tell me what's going on. Why are you ignoring my presence? ", his voice gets more serious and i sigh

"If you let me go"

"no chance", he giggles and i smile. I shake my head because of my thought and i think twice if I should tell him about my dream or not. We've been friends for a lifetime and i don't want things to get weird between us, but i also know that Brad has told me a lot of personal stuff before. And everything is better than sitting like this for hours. Because he would stay like this for hours.

"Fine, but you'll have to promise me not to look at me differently.", i wait for him to nod his head behind me. "I had a dream last night. And it was about you", i bite my lip in frustration and awkwardness. Brad lets go of me and i turn around to talk to him normally. His smile is wide, arms crossed at his chest, waiting for more. "And we were on your couch, making out.", i close my eyes when saying the sentence, brushing a hand over my face. I feel awkward and Brad's laughter doesn't help much.

"Is this why you were avoiding me?", Brad's amused voice makes me slightly angry, but i try to push that away.

"Mhm", i nod and walk away, heading to the couch that i dreamt about, sitting on it and sighing frustrated. I don't know what makes me so frustrated. The fact that i expected him to be weirded out or that i expected him to somehow sympathise with my dream? Or maybe that in reality he found it funny. Brad follows me on the couch, still giggling once in a while. "You can stop now", i say and lean on the back of the couch.

"I'm sorry. It's just funny to hear you say something like that", he tries to keep his composure, but fails when we lock eyes, an amused figure appearing. I roll my eyes and take out my phone. "What are you doing?"

"Texting the group to let them know the host is getting murdered and the game night postponed", i don't raise my eyes at him, but he's quick to take my phone away and toss it on the other couch.

"I'm sorry, ok? I just- i was never prepared for something like that.", Brad looks at me, scanning my face once again, his stare lingering more on my lips. I do the same with him, shaking my head when our eyes meet again.

"Yeah, weird", i repeat and cross my arms at my chest.

"Can you, uhm, tell me about this dream? I know it helps talking about this", he smirks and i roll my eyes, smiling.

"You just want to know if you were a good kisser", i laugh and he does too.

"Maybe"

"Ok, fine, the hardest part happened, it's not like we can't joke about this, right?", i say and i turn on the side to face Brad properly. He comes closer, giving me all his attention. "We were right here and we were drinking some of your gin. Somehow we were celebrating your drink coming out and we had the whole family over and friends. After they left, I stayed behind to help you clean, just like always, and we started drinking afterwards. And it got to a point where we were talking about such serious stuff like future and families, having kids, and you were playing with hair while i was telling you my point of views. We got closer after that and we kissed.", i finish my story, looking back at Brad after realising i stared at a blank spot the whole time, reliving my dream. A sad smirk is on his face and i feel my face warmer than usual. We stay in silence for a few seconds and i feel uneasy all of a sudden. I look somewhere else and Brad straightens his voice.

"You left the most important part out. Was I good?", he tries to joke, but the vibe between us switched.

"Obviously. Way above my imagination", i get up from the couch and widen my eyes when playing back what i have just said.

"Imagination? You've thought about us kissing before?", Brad's smirk comes back to his face. I'm speechless and i just fall back on the couch, resting my head in my hands.

"No? I mean, screw it, maybe i did. Once, or twice. I was curious", i take a pillow and bury my face in it. I keep saying stuff that should've never come out. Brad chuckles at my reaction and i hit him with the pillow. He overreact and "screams" in pain, attacking me with two other pillows.

We go like this for a few minutes, almost falling behind the couch a few times. We both exhale and inhale frenetically like we've come back from jogging, not a pillow fight. Brad checks the time and we both agree on setting up the table and the games for tonight, the drinks and the food.

He takes out a bottle of Ten Legs Gin and puts it in the middle of the table, next to other alcoholic drinks. Brad winks at me and i roll my eyes, flipping him off. I arrange the snack corner and i walk over to one of his shelves to take out another board game. He waits for me to look at him.

"We should actually celebrate the coming out of our gin. We didn't do that yet", his smile is wide and beautiful.

"Bradley, come on.", i smile at his childish behaviour of mocking my dream. "All done", i sit next to him on his couch and wait for our friends to show up.

"I'm serious", he looks at me, carefully looking for a change in my behaviour and facial expressions. I turn on my side once again and decide to look at him the same way he looks at me. I feel like something's stuck in my throat and I'm unable to say anything. He moves his hand and, unsure of his actions, entangled his fingers in my hair, playing with it, twisting small parts of my hair with his fingers. "This feels nice. Shouldn't have done it just in your dream", we both chuckle. He draws his attention back to the soft strand of hair, taking in the moment.

"Enjoying it?", i ask, my voice cracking.

"Very much", he meets my eyes and we hold each other's stare for a moment, before both of us leaning in. We press our lips together, the softness of his lips taking me by surprise. We back away only to deepen the kiss even more, his lips crashing on mine. He bites my bottom lip, a quiet moan escaping my lips. "Mm, i liked that", we smile into the kiss and i ask for permission, licking his bottom lip. His hands grab my hair, pulling at it very gently, while my hands stay on both sides of his neck, pulling him even closer. I fall back on the couch and he's quick to hover over me, his hands sneakily getting under my sweater. I bite his lip, smiling.

"Bradley", i sigh heavily and smirk at his swollen lips. He does the same and we get up, straightening our clothes.

"Sorry, yeah, they should be here any moment.", Brad chuckles and looks at me one more time before pecking my lips again.

.

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After a few hours, the group leaves and Brad and i are left with the rest of the cleaning, after they helped us pick up the most of it. Checking the time, I'm shocked at how fast time flew by while we had fun. It's close to 3AM and all of a sudden i feel really tired. I drop the last two bottles of juice in the trash can.

"That was the last one. I'm heading home now", i tell Brad, who was already in his bedroom, getting ready for bed.

"There's no way you're leaving right now. You drank and you don't have any reasons to leave. I still have your pj's here.", he disappears in his bedroom, only to come back a few seconds later with it. He hands ir to me and i immediately leave to take a shower and hop in my pj's.

I head to the guest room as Brad gives Jack some food before bed, but he stops me, curious about my actions.

"Where do you want me to sleep, then?", i rub an eye, the lack of sleep getting a hold on me

"In my bedroom?", Brad's voice is playful and a smirk appears across my face.

"If you insist", i change the direction and walk in Brad's room, him following close behind, switching off the lights. We get under the blanket, Brad pulling me into his arms, facing him. His hand gets on top of my head, caressing it gently. "I'm not responsible for my actions if you keeo doing this. I might fall in love", i say, yawning

"Good, because i might fall in love too.", he kisses my forehead and keeps caressing the top of my head, twirling strands of hair every now and then. "I'm so happy this day happened", i can feel his smile on my forehead. I smile too and i squeeze him tighter, inhaling his fresh scent.

"Me too, I'm glad you felt the same.", i place a small kiss on his neck, goosebumps forming on that portion. His hand falls on the length of my hair, patting it gently and playing with it with his fingers.

"How about we go somewhere nice tomorrow?", he asks, his voice cracking in a whisper because of the tiredness.

"I would love to", his hand feels heavy on my head, meaning his close to falling asleep. I reach for his jaw and kiss him goodnight. "Sweet dreams, Bradley", i smile at his murmur of sweet dreams and close my eyes, wishing to wake up in his arms every day from now on.

[sweetdreamsbuck]

for your sleepover: “just open the god damn gift already!” + keeping warm by the fire w/ lee bodecker.

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you're all i want for christmas

lee bodecker x f!reader

warnings: fluff, smut, worshipping each other by the fire <3. just my favorite sheriff in love with Princess, as usual. lee calls reader the usual princess, pretty girl. reader uses baby, sheriff, and daddy. oral (m receiving). unprotected p in v (wrap it your life isn't fiction).

prompt: just open the god damn gift already! listen to 'You're All I Want For Christmas' by Al Martino while reading xx

join in on my holiday season & 1k + sleepover!

a/n: (any body type can be read in my fics. i never explicitly say so, but i always write my men for the strong beefy characters they are; they can handle anything and everything, and do so with desire and great ease. i also deserve to be thrown around like i weigh 2 pounds so i always write them with this in mind🖤)

i'm super sick right now and this was not edited, all mistakes are my own.

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Wrapped in a blanket and leaning back against the couch, perched quietly on the soft carpet of your living room was how you found Lee— a sight hard to resist getting lost in for a moment when he looked so damn inviting. You only found him like this when he needed to calm his nerves after especially frustrating days at the station; staring off into the glow of the small fireplace looking for nothing but the soft song and dance of the flames. A sweet picture you mentally took note of and filed into the last place of your mind that wasn't yet overrun with thoughts of your Sheriff.

Shuffling a bit as he heard the jingle of your keys, you spotted him immediately when you walked through the front door, the new checkered pajama flannels you'd bought him peaking out of the blanket.

His eyes lit up, watching and waiting with such animated delight as you removed your heavy coat and gloves. His face immediately softening, the scowl he usually wore long forgotten as his arms reached for you the second you were done undressing. Pulling your back against his tired frame, he sighed into the familiar comfort of your hair while pressing a kiss into the back of your head, continuing to peacefully watch the fire with you now in between his legs.

You'd never seen him look so radiant— the holiday season always took a lot out of Lee, crime seeming to grow stupid as the colder times of the year rolled around. But Christmas time was always your special time— a time where the two of you, work stress and frustrations aside, showered each other in gifts the short weeks leading up to the holiday.

Neither of you were particularly religious, not necessarily celebrating any of the booming holidays that littered the special month. It didn't really matter, your love was holy, something sacred meant to be worshipped and revered for days and nights no calendar could ever highlight. That love was worth celebrating enough.

And how could you not watch his usually stern face admire the fire— or the way his rosy cheeks reflected the soft lights of the Christmas tree nestled just a few feet away? He felt you staring but he'd never object to it; you always made him feel like something worth admiring, something no ornament or star sitting prettily on the top of a tree could ever understand. He loved your attention and longed for the small moments like this that left you both reveling in your love for each other through each and every season.

Dropping a soft kiss to his cheek, you rest your head back against his shoulder, watching the way his face crinkled as it broke out into a smile. Not wanting to rupture the serene air just yet, his eyes leave the fire and turn towards you, taking in the way your eyes reflect the adoration shone in the twinkle of his bright blues. "I love you," he hums, "ya have a good day, princess?"

"Mmmm was okay," distracted, you're looking at the way the lights of the room bounce around the features of his face as if they didn't know where they wanted to be most. It was something that made you think 'oh, I get it. I never know where to look at him first'.

"I got something for you Lee... a little something different from the other nights. Wait here?" you whisper into the peaceful air of the room while your pointer traces down the line between his brows and to the tip of his nose; the smell of burning wood, the aftershave and cologne that Lee wore practically baking off of him, filling your senses and making it difficult to ever leave his embrace. His arms circle around you even tighter, a low whine pressed into the back of your neck telling you he wasn't planning on letting you go anytime soon.

You giggle, turning around in his arms to find his sweet face. Taking his chin in your hand you brush over the dimple sitting perfectly in the center of his jaw and try again, "Promise it'll be worth your while, baby. Just give me a minute to get it ready." Dropping a kiss to his dimple like he always likes, a soft blush spreads along his cherubic cheeks.

"Fine, Princess. Hurry back 'fore I change my mind. Wanna give ya mine too..." he quickly speaks against your temple, landing a soft slap to the back of your thighs as you quickly rushed off of the floor.

Going to your room, you hear him dramatically let out a low growl in only a way he could make seem so pained and real, but so animated and theatrical that you can't help but feel your heart swell with laughter. Frantically stripping your clothes, you scramble through your closet looking for the black box holding the new lingerie and garter set you'd bought for him. Lingerie was expensive, but you'd spend five paychecks on Lee if that's what you needed to give him a well-deserved surprise.

Throwing on the dark red lace set, you quickly slide into your sheer black knee highs and clasp the fastens from the garter tightly into them. Spraying some more perfume into the points of your neck and inner wrists, you shake the roots of your hair a bit, and move to apply a coat of Lee's favorite lipstick. You pull on the matching satin robe over the new set and slip into black stilettos, all but prancing out of the room.

The way his eyes rake over your body the second you stepped into the room was gift enough, the light from the fireplace only amplifying his quick change in demeanor that much more as he groaned out a string of rushed profanities. Crawling was not an action you ever thought you'd see your big man take part in, but his angelic princess— dressed in his favorite color, practically entrancing him with a song singing 'ravish me, I'm yours to unravel'— was all it took.

Mesmerized by the sway of your hips and the swish of the satin dancing along your thighs; catching the light in a way that made you glow sinfully; he couldn't help but fall to his hands and knees in reverence, ignoring the gift meant for you and the blanket that once sat on his lap— slowly crawling towards what he saw as promise of divine bliss after the terrible week he'd been having. The curve of your matte cherry lip in contrast with the shimmer of your skin and the playful gleam in your eye had a fire stirring in his soul that rivaled the fervor and heat of the one currently housed in the small walls of the room.

Taking the sight of you in, he couldn't help but slide his rough palms up the backs of your legs; feeling the expanse of the sheer stockings hugging your skin as he squeezed and caressed; an aching in his core longing to feel so tightly worn by you just like the garments clinging to you.

The longing— felt in his smooth cheeks brushing against your shins and calves as he left kisses up and down the sheer fabric of your legs, desperately trying to cover every inch and freckle with his devotion for you. It didn't take long for him to get himself worked up. Honestly, all it took was you stepping through the front door. But your now intoxicating smirk— taunting him in the indifference you wore as you brushed your fingers softly through the hairs at the top of his head— all while he vied for your attention, was driving him wild.

If you weren't the most all-consuming wonder to be placed in his life.

And it didn't take long for you to get that familiar tingle ripping through your core, seeing the usually brooding sheriff now between your legs and on his knees for you set a scorching heat through your veins. It felt good to be reminded of this kind of power; Lee was many things and held many titles in your life. But if it was one thing you were always sure of, this man lived to worship you.

Tugging him softly away from your legs by his hair, you make your way back over to where he was originally resting, nodding your head with a soft hum for him to follow you. Giggling lightly to yourself, he quickly scrambles to follow after you while he ignores the almost painful throb of the quickly growing bulge in his pajama bottoms. He places himself back against the couch, his legs open and inviting for you to slink yourself into, his wide eyes never leaving you for a second waiting to see what you'll do next.

Grabbing for his shoulder you pull yourself down onto his lap, sliding your legs to softly land on either side of him. You take his jaw in your hand while bringing his face forward to leave light kisses to the sides of his mouth, moving around the planes and curves of his face— soft moans and sweet hums following the path of your kiss filled with promise of the love you wished to drown him in.

After a few minutes of the sweet torture of your touch and the frustration in how you pushed his hands away from you every time he grabbed for you, you could tell he was growing impatient. He never let you take control and this was exactly why. You enjoyed making him squirm too much, the power getting to your head and bringing him to a point so saccharine, his whimpers and cries so glorious just before he snapped. It only took the smallest of teasing from you to turn him into a whining man. He absolutely loved it; the way your fingers traced circles into the lower half of his soft belly; the way your lips never could find just one favorite spot on the edge of his lips or the base of his jaw; the way your breath surrounded him in a freezing warmth only you could comfort him with.

"C'mon princess, stop teasin' me..." his dark drawl whined out into the soft palm of your hand. His favorite place to nuzzle his face into, currently brushing against the plump skin of his face. "These goddamn fingers..." he huffs out.

Nuzzling your nose across his plump lips, you hum out a quick 'no', continuing with your light kisses and brushes of your fingertips along his body. A small 'please' fills the room, a sound so sweet, you never knew he could make it. But to hear it fall from his plump pink lips— it was one you knew you'd be dreaming about for many nights.

"Let me play with you a bit before I let you have your fun, Sheriff..." Leaving a few kisses up the side of his face to the shell of his ear left him shivering, your soft breath reminding him of what you felt like ghosting along other parts of him whenever he let you do what you wanted.

"You're gon' be the death of me princess... c'mon pretty girl..." he pleads again, desperation more apparent than the last few tries. You continue with the soft movement of your fingers and lips, now trailing and tracing down the smooth lines of his neck to the skin of his chest. Slowly undoing each button of his flannel, you leave a wet kiss after popping each one. Feeling Lee's muscles tense under each one rouses soft hums to leave your lips, the light huffs of air causing him to squirm.

Trailing your pointer down his soft stomach, he places his lips on the skin of your upper sternum, pressing soft kisses to try and distract himself from the chill of your touch. Toying at the band of his pants, you drag your finger along the outline of his hard cock through his soft flannels.

He lets out a hiss, his eyes squeezing shut as you leisurely begin palming him. "Mmm a few more minutes Lee... s'part of your gift. And you have to give me your gift first before I let—"

"Jus' open the goddamn gift already so I can unwrap mine!" he barks out throwing his gift for you into your arms, a soft whine slipping through the cracks of his frustration that did not go unmissed by you. Smirking softly to yourself, you stop your hand just as it makes its way down the outline of his cock.

Sending him a disapproving look through the shake of your head and soft tut of your lips, he swallows hard, signs of an apology in the gleam of his blue eyes. You knew he loved that look you'd give him, as rare as you gave it; it was a look that always made his breath stutter and his eyes to fight from shuttering closed.

Pulling the loose fitting satin tighter to you so that it's clinging to each bump and curve, his eyes can't help but follow each and every movement the fabric makes, not wanting to miss a second of this heaven sitting so prettily in the throne of his lap. Lee always made you feel like your figure was something worth marveling— a body he longed for so much. His favorite work of art, his very own statue adorned in a thin veil of silk and desire— the satin bow surrounding it now bunching and pulling tauntingly while the slit on the side inches up higher.

It wasn't until the slit finally inched too high, the top of your thigh poking out revealing the red lace garter and its intricate pattern, teasing Lee that much further. His eyes shut tight, a stuttered 'oh fuck me' leaving through his parted lips as he tries to contain the urge to fuck you into the living room floor before you told him to.

Seeing the squirm of his body turn to pained desperation, you finally indulge in one of his requests and open his box. You shimmy down his legs slightly, just so you can open the box without suffocating his space any more than necessary.

A key sat nestled in green tissue paper, a picture of a gorgeous two floor ranch covered in snow resting in the back of the small box. It was the key to that new house they were building along the woods of town. He hadn't stopped talking about it for months, going on and on about how he knew it would be just perfect for the two of you to move into to start a life together. He included a small card bare except for a few words written in his messy handwriting 'a castle for my princess'.

"Please say yes," he whispers. His nerves suddenly showing themself after watching you stare at the words on the card for longer than he'd liked.

"Say yes to what, Daddy?" you try to tease, your excitement betraying you, squeaking through a bright smile and manifesting itself into hurried and breathy words as your body lunges towards his. You slowly start to grind your hips on his, his hard cock twitching at the contact.

Groaning, he wraps his strong arms tighter around your soft frame, fighting a smile while taking in the soft glow emanating from your skin due to the heat of the moment and the low light dancing all around the room. "Fuck me... ya not playin' fair, princess..."

"Yes of course yes. I want this life with you Le—" he abruptly cuts you off smashing his lips against yours, his hands clawing their way up your thighs as he toys with the lace and stockings adorning them. You continue trailing your hands over the expanse of his body, feeling the tight muscles of his arms and thighs and back up the length of his soft belly and chest. Moving towards his shoulders, you put your hands through the sleeves of his unbuttoned flannel scratching lightly at the skin of his arms as you push it down his body.

He shivers in response, his arms tightening around your waist as you move your lips down his neck, your hands finding their way to the extremely hard cock in his pants. "Can't wait to feel these devilish fingers every day fo' the rest of my life. Ya make me feel so good, princess. Always make Daddy feel so loved, ya know that?"

You moan into his mouth as your hand works on his thick cock, the throb matching the beat of your heart pulsing through you, faster and rhythmically as you watch him come undone. You felt your body flush in a tingly warmth at the thought— it was extremely filthy to think of, the way your bodies always were so in tune with each other’s— making you clench around nothing as a wave of arousal grew and made the wet patch in your lace underwear grow darker.

"Gonna put a ring on that pretty lil hand—oh fuck! That's the next step princess. Gotta do it right, gonna make it the easiest yes shit— of your life," he moaned out, the pumping of your fist and the gleam of your wide eyes driving him crazy. Pushing his shoulders back against the couch, you trail your lips down his body as your hands massage the muscles of his thick legs, your fingers reaching the top of his pants and tugging, a silent ask in your eyes as they meet his fluttering ones to lift his hips up, shimmying them off and down his legs.

Taking him into your fist, you gather spit and lean to drip it on him, wanting to get him a bit more worked up before you take him into your mouth. The second your spit met his dick, he moans, the sight— one he loved to watch yet seeming too much in the overwhelming development of the night. You place a few wet kisses to his inner thighs, soft hums leave his lips as you feel him melt into your touch. Working your way up his thighs, you place a hard kiss on his almost-purple head, twisting your hand at the base of his cock as you begin your steady rhythm again, he twitches in your hand as you move your lips around him in little kisses, covering wherever your hand has just moved and twisted around him.

With one final kiss to his head, you take him in your mouth, your tongue moving under him teasingly as you start to feel spit lining the base of your lips and length of his cock. Moving your head down further, you relax your jaw and start bobbing your head, your tongue picking up speed in its movement and obscene sucking sounds begin to fill the air as you hollow your cheeks and take as much of him as you can.

His eyes never leave your body, pressed up against the length of his legs as your ass pokes up proudly in the air, your lips encasing him like you were made for him. The air filled with noises of your ministrations and the sighs and moans of a desperate Lee. Taking his heavy balls in your hand, warm and soft, is what does him in. His hips betraying his hard working restraint thus far and thrusting into your mouth, your throat constricting around him as you lowly gag. He grabs fistfuls onto the back of the couch, his cock throbbing in time with the heavy racing of his heart and panting of his breath.

"Shit princess— need'ya to stop, I won't survive that pretty lil mouth if ya keep that up," he breathes out, soft moans and whimpers littering his words and causing you to giggle slightly around him. He shudders and reluctantly pushes your mouth off of him and pulls you up for a quick kiss.

Lee leans you back against the soft carpet, his eyes and hands traveling over every inch of skin they can find as he drinks in the sight of this gift you’ve given him. He hovers over you, gently stroking his hand down the side of your face and neck, mesmerized by the way the fire and Christmas tree lights catch you in the most beautiful light. He slowly starts untying the robe, excitement swimming in his eyes once he sees sight of the dark red strap of your bra poking out. He nudges the robe open with his nose, his lips immediately peppering kisses as your skin revealed more and more of itself to him while he finished taking off the satin. "What I ever do without ya? Gon’ worship you ‘til the day I die princess. Fuckin’ made to be loved by me, ya know that?”

You smile softly at him, your hand meeting the side of his face as he begins placing kisses everywhere he can, starting with the skin of your palm and inner wrist, moving his way down your arm to your chest and starting all over again with the other hand. He stayed like this for a while, slowly showering your body with his love and lips, his eyes closed in honor of the overwhelming feelings he had for you. In between his soft kisses, he mumbled words of his love and how you made him feel, most of which went missed by your ears but your heart felt them all the same. An intimate moment of just Lee and the skin of your body.

Once his lips met the skin of your stomach, he moved slower, not wanting a centimeter of skin to go missing from the caress of his kiss. "Here's what's gonna happen pretty girl, you're gonna keep this gorgeous lil set on while I take you apart. Once I'm satisfied with how fucked out ya look, I get to remove it. Deal?" he whispers into the crotch of your panty, his nose brushing past the wet spot and moaning at the thought of your sweet pussy. "Gonna make you feel good princess, need'ya to feel as good as ya make me feel."

You whimper and nod your head, his lips teasing around that sensitive spot on your left thigh that leaves you squirming and trying to push his lips a little higher. You feel him smirk into your skin, placing a playful bite there until he works his lips around the skin, sucking and leaving his mark like he loves doing. Pulling back to admire your figure once more, his eyes find yours and a smile breaks out all the way behind his eyes. "So fuckin' beautiful," he breathes out, "so pretty and all mine."

He knows what he's doing to you, trying to tease you in the way you were playing with him earlier. But he means every word, every accented syllable of his low drawl, expressing his love for you with such pained sincerity— your need for him growing stronger by the second. Until you can't handle his love and adoration for you, causing you to quickly push him to his back, sliding your panties to the side and sinking down on him. His eyes shut tightly at the unexpected movement coupled with the warmth and wetness of your walls, sucking him in immediately and stretching around him in such a short amount of time. You both groan loudly, the welcomed stretch feeling painful but in the most pleasureful way.

“Oh fuck— come on princess, that’s it, use me. Such a good girl. Take what ya need" he moans out, the swivel of your hips pulling him into a trance, the way your body worked itself on top of him, pulling him in again and again and again as you speed your movements up.

"You feel like fuckin' heaven. Shit, you're the best gift I ever got." His words encourage you to roll your hips harder, pulling his back up off the floor so he was sitting up a bit, the new angle pulling him in impossibly deeper. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you clench around him, gripping him like a wet fist and pulling a strangled moan from his lips. Your movements continue even as your legs and muscles grow tired, Lee sensing your struggle as your legs start to shake from the quickly approaching high and from your movement becoming a bit faltering. As your nails dig deeper into the skin of his shoulders, he takes the soft whines leaving from your lips and the way your legs circle tightly around his waist as sign to finally take over.

"Alright, lemme take care of ya now. Daddy's got you. Been doin' so perfect for me princess," he whispers into the skin of your neck as he plants his feet on the ground, thrusting his hips up off of the floor, using the bottom of the couch as leverage to stay seated upright, this angle feeling all too good to leave just yet. You whimper into the side of his head as his hand meets your clit, rubbing circles into your sensitive nub the way you love. All while he continues thrusting up into you harder and harder, his lips never leave your skin, words of how beautiful you look on top of him tumbling quickly out of his mouth, unaware if he even knows he's doing it. As soon as your body starts trembling and your thighs start shaking around him, he knows you're close and moves his hand down to your hips, firmly holding you you him and as pounds into you with all his strength. The weight of him somehow heightened from this angle of him being under you while you cling to him like a rag doll.

He couldn't get enough of you coming apart from him like this. Even through the excitement of your high, the way your eyes shut tight and your lips parted panting and filling the air with your sweet moans, how your pussy pulled him in tighter even as you were in the depths of your pleasured release, fluttering around him and needing him closer, he couldn't ever shake the feeling of you coming undone from pleasure he gave you.

Working you through the fade of your high, he moved you to your back, moving your legs up a bit higher around his waist and slowly rolled his hips in and out, in and out.

The torturous drag of his dick as his strong body held you to the floor and tightly around him, the weight of his rough thrusts as he pounded into you, his strong thick thighs and hips pinning you to the carpet and forcing you to feel every vein and ridge of his hard cock— it was heaven. A moment both of you never wished to end and desperately needed more of.

He felt too good, the weight of his cock driving deep inside you as you clenched around him fogging your mind and filling it with only thoughts of Lee and the way only he could make you feel. You tried to open your mouth to tell him how good he makes you feel, how perfect he fits inside you, how much you love him, but you can't find the words. His cock roughly pushing deeper and harder into you than you thought before, his powerful thrusts knocking you into the inebriated sobriety of Lee and how he makes you feel.

A deep breathy chuckle pulls you out of your daze, Lee catching on to how you've been trying to form a sentence but incoherent mumbles are all that seem to tumble out of your lips through moans and pants of heavy breathing. You grow shy hearing that he'd caught you and turn to move your head away from his sight, trying to hide your face into the skin of his warm chest as if he wasn't currently railing you like his life depended on it.

He moves his hand to quickly grip your throat, a bit of pressure behind his hold but only adding to the intoxicating lull he had pulled you under, "Uh uh, don't hide that pretty face from me, wanna see you while you take daddy's cock. Don't grow shy on me now, ya were made for all of me, princess. Love when you go dumb 'round my cock."

You whine, his words sending you towards another high, the tightening of the muscles in your lower belly pulling and growing intense, you know you won't last long. Lee feels his; long overdue but holding off to make sure you felt good before he gives a load to you; his breathing growing into harsh pants and gasps for air, his legs starting to shake as his hips stutter in their powerful thrusts. He moves your legs from around his waist and places them over his shoulders, the new angle making it hard not to cum in you right then and there, but the whine you let out as he pushes back into you makes it worth the torture. The new angle causes his heavy balls to repeatedly slap into the skin of your ass as he continues to work you towards and through your high.

You try and keep your eyes open to watch as he reaches his high but your lids betray you as they keep fluttering closed, the way his pleasure soars through your body igniting every nerve in tiny little explosions of tingles and the tightening of muscles. As he leans his body weight down on top of you, folding you in half and caging you between the soft carpet and his love, his lips find themselves attached to the skin of your leg. Moving his lips between the skin of your knee and muscles of your inner thighs, watching your body underneath him as his hand moves back to your clit, sending you into a sea of white hot pleasure as stars cloud your vision.

You tighten a hold around his broad shoulders, pulling his body down harder on top of yours as your body trembles and shakes through your second release. He says something to you, over and over, chanting, but you can't hear anything. The sound of the blood rushing in your ears and the way your heart thumped loudly in your chest adding to the strength of your orgasmic haze.

He thrusts into you ferociously a few more times, the snap of his hips matching the mewls and cries falling from your drool clad lips. Spilling his load into you, you feel his body go slack, his strong legs shaking as white hot ropes of cum shoot into you, slipping out around you both as he fills you up.

"Oh princess, you gotta long night ahead of you..."

[lee-aveyourmark]

darling, darling

∘.∙°. masterlist

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom x reader

Genre: tooth-rotting fluff

Warnings: mentions of food, knives, appetite, body weight

Wordcount: 922

A/N: I seriously don't have a synopsis for this, but my insides were melting the entire time I was writing so :)

"Babe? I'm home!"

The corners of your lips instinctively turn upwards upon recognition of the familiarly gentle voice. There's a flutter in your chest at the word 'home', and you try to calm your excitement while finishing cutting up the rest of the apple lying between your hands.

However, all sense of control flies out the window when you feel two warm hands wrap around your hips and a chin rest on your shoulder.

"I missed you."

The words are muffled into your hair, and you feel him breathe in the scent of your shampoo. There your body goes again, lips curving up and heart fervently thumping against your own accord.

You set the knife down, now no longer as bothered by the incomplete task. Wiping your hands dry on a gingham towel next to the chopping board, you're certain that you don't care about cutting up some apple anymore when a longing kiss is placed on your cheek.

You turn around, still in Dokyeom's hold, and raise a hand to cup his right cheek while the other hand gingerly wraps around his left forearm.

"And I missed you too my handsome handsome boy. Even if it's only been 5 days."

He leans into your touch, pressing another kiss into your cool palm that offsets the rising heat of his cheeks at your verbal adoration.

"Handsome?"

You nod, your right hand drifting downwards to finger at the collar of the denim button-up that adorned his broad shoulders.

"Handsome handsome. Your outfit, your hair, your mole," the same hand reaches up again to lightly tap the tiny dot embellishing his caramel visage, "your smile, your heart," now your hand's splayed out on his chest, "handsome handsome."

Dokyeom doesn't say thank you. Instead, he leans in and connects his lips with yours in a soft kiss, tasting the sweet apple that you'd been munching on before he arrived.

His lips press further onto yours with a certain firmness that makes you think he's set on stealing your breath away as a hand snakes through your hair and behind your head, guiding you closer towards him. You might just let him do so if the lack of oxygen didn't catch up to you so quickly, forcing you to pull away. Although, there's a part of you that doesn't mind feeling the burn of Dokyeom's fervour as you lick your lips at the sight of his rosy ones.

"So, where did you wanna go today?"

He mimics your action, tongue flicking out to savour the nectar that you left on his lips, before humming a tone of consideration.

"I don't exactly feel like going anywhere today."

You tilt your head in confusion, relishing the way his fingers stroke your hair.

"Everything okay? You'd normally jump at the opportunity to go outside when the weather is as nice as today."

"Yeah, I think I'm just feeling a little tired because of recent promotions. Might have to stay at home and rest."

It's your turn to hum, this time with an understanding tone. The recent reduced appetite and drop in weight didn't go unnoticed by you, but Dokyeom reassured you that the same thing happens with each era of promotions. You only sighed in response, choosing to make him home-cooked meals whenever you could instead of picking a fight with his company over how Seventeen was forced to train and prepare strenuously for each comeback.

"What would you like to do then, my handsome handsome boy?"

You already know what he's going to say. Dokyeom's emotions are more often than not an open book, and whenever you're around he tends to wears his heart on his sleeve. From the way he once became choked up when watching a grandmother and her granddaughter cross the street while holding hands, to the radiant delight that lit across his face when you bought him the dessert he'd been showing you pictures of for days, Dokyeom's raw and unadulterated expressions constantly remind you of why you fell for him. And currently, the weariness that paints his visage in a heavy tone tells you all that you need to know, leading you to place your index finger over his lips to place your bet.

"Wait, let me guess. You want to watch The 100th Love With You for the umpteenth time and eat pepperoni pizza?" You butt in before he says a word. Pride blooms in your chest all warm and fuzzy when you watch a shy smile spread across his face before he ducks his head down to look at your feet encaged between his.

"And then, you'll probably shed more than a few tears before telling me that you love me."

He's buried his head in your neck now, quiet chuckles of embarrassment shaking his frame and tickling your skin. But, no verbal opposition against your comment comes out from his mouth.

You gingerly lift his head to lock eyes with him once more, adoring the rosiness of his ears and the slight falter in his gaze at your effortless ease in predicting his thoughts. Nothing but pure fondness for Dokyeom fills your heart when you lean in with the intent to kiss him. The movement of your head stops just before your lips brush against his, and you meet him at a distance where you can feel his breath fan over your cheeks and notice the flecks of hazelnut within his irises.

"And I will still wipe your tears away each time and remind you that I love you too."

[heenuna]

「 🖤 」 ：springtime flow⠀「3/3」

genre: fluffy smut ⠀(☞ ಠ_ಠ)☞18+ only!

pairing: reader x heeseung

warnings: first time, unprotected sex

part one

part two

you and hee spend the rest of the evening in the bath. the soft foam feels like a warm, fluffy blanket, sheltering from all problems at once. this small room turns into a kind of cocoon, a barrier that closes you from such a boring, unfilled reality.

only your hugs are real right now.

heeseung slowly runs his hands over the foam and plays with it while you just hug him from behind. your palms are constantly stroking his stomach, and it even seems that you can feel how hard his pulse is pounding right under your fingers. is this little angel even real?

“why did you fall in love with me?”

you break out of the captivity of your own dreams with lightning speed and, looking at heeseung, freeze. his eyes, now so calm, deep brown color, look directly at you, and you can catch a lively, almost childish curiosity.

“i don't have a specific reason, i just fell in love with you.”

“but there still must be a moment when you realized it like oh, it looks like I'm in love? ”

his question makes you think, and you fall back into the pool of your own memory, trying to find the best fragment of your life. and you successfully do it.

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it's raining again outside the window. fussy cars go back and forth, back and forth. autumn has fallen on the city again, as it does every year. when will the fog appear outside the window again?

you sit in a warm, dark classroom and stare at the ceiling somewhere, not wanting to see your friends, enemies, or teachers around you.

silence.

silence is what you miss so much, and what you crave so much.

but alas, the bell is ringing, which means that it's time for you to open your eyes and face the reality from which it is impossible to escape. sadly.

students enter the classroom one by one, and you lazily examine each of them. all the familiar, such boring faces. the teacher comes next, you don't remember him anymore, but it doesn't matter. someone else comes in after him.

someone new. a stranger.

you squint a little to get a better look at him: a tall, thin, somewhat tired boy. black hair is a little curly, most likely due to humidity. lips of a pleasant, natural color, brown eyes..

when he looks up at you with his eyes, it seems to you that the planet is tearing the galaxy apart with its own explosion. a warm look, so summery and kind, makes your whole skin goosebumps, and you freeze.

«hello, i'm lee heeseung, it's very nice to meet you!»

the whole world stops around you, the planet stops rotating.

you're falling in love. irrevocably.

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“y/n?”

his voice pulls you out of your memories again, and you look up at him, smiling, “indeed, i remember very well the day when you first appeared here.”

he widens his eyes somewhat in surprise and smiles at you, pursing his lips once again, “did you fall in love with me on the first day we met?”

you nod and he, putting a gentle smile, leans towards you. his arms wrap around your neck again, and your own ones - around his waist, as he sits on your lap and smiles wider, looking into the farthest corners of your eyes, “i love you.”

his voice is barely audible, it's almost a whisper. just as you're about to answer him something, he comes closer and kisses your lips, so innocently and slowly. damn.

you gently kiss him back, smiling through the kiss. it tastes so sweet, you think it's made of syrup. hot water, foam, the pleasant heaviness of his body. is this a dream? if so, then you definitely don't want to wake up.

a slow kiss develops into something more and soon you feel your boy sigh heavily, and you pull away, kissing his nose, “is everything okay?”

he nods quickly, smiling, while his fingers play lazily with your already wet hair, “yes, i'm just not used to hot kisses yet..”

his cheeks, rosy and soft, spread into a more gentle smile, and you almost moan with happiness, stroking his sides.

“i am the happiest woman because i have you.”

“i love you..” hee whispers this spell again, just before your "ritual", and you can't help but rejoice, because additional kisses are wonderful. you squeeze him tighter in your arms, and he holds you in his, and you kiss selflessly, and eternity sweeps past you. or maybe you are eternity?

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the rest of the night is no less wonderful: you quickly move from a warm bath under a warm blanket and, after cuddling a little, fall asleep. your hands, tightly clenched around his body, do not loosen their grip for a minute, and you periodically smile through your dreams, feeling the beating of his heart right in front of yours.

hee isn't sleeping. he hears you snuffling softly, how you breathe, and he can't believe that this is happening to him. just a day ago, he was lying in his bed, hugging the blanket and thinking about how nice it would be to feel the warmth of someone else's body, to feel someone else's arms hugging him. and so, it became a reality.

he can't close his eyes, his heart continues to beat faster, and he exhales, deciding to slowly turn to face you. due to natural clumsiness, it doesn't come out as gracefully as he planned, so you wake up while he tries to do everything as unobtrusively as possible.

“baby?”

the sound of your voice, so hoarse from sleep, makes him freeze and turn his head to you. he can barely see your silhouette in the dark, but now that you are no longer sleeping, he can calmly turn to you and hug you with both hands like he hugs a blanket, “sorry, i wanted to turn over on the other side..”

he says every word very quietly, and you nod, smiling. your arms wrap around him again and you kiss his forehead, burying your nose in his soft hair, “okay, kitten.”

that's probably the last thing you can say and what he can hear tonight. you two fall asleep drowning in your dreams.

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morning comes uncomfortably fast. birds begin to sing softly outside the window, the sun slowly rises, accurately throwing its rays directly into the windows. one of these sunny babies falls on heeseung's face and he wakes up, blinking. the blanket warms pleasantly, the room smells of something fir and fresh, but the air itself is warm. your boy's eyes fall on you, sleeping.

your eyelashes tremble from time to time through sleep, and you smile. what are you dreaming about? hee doesn't know, and doesn't really want to know, he just enjoys having you around. you have such beautiful hair..

suddenly, heeseung realizes one thing: you are not wearing pajamas. his cheeks are flushed with blush and he shyly lifts the blanket to make sure of it. yes, the way his naked, slightly hard cock greets him makes it clear without any unnecessary explanations. but it also means...

he turns back to you and slowly lifts the blanket to see how smoothly the lines of your body look. beautiful breasts, beautiful belly, beautiful hips.. everything about you is beautiful, and heeseung feels a sharp, big, unrestrained craving to touch you, kiss you wherever possible. you're so incredible, and only his.

he smiles to himself and lowers your blanket to fix his bangs. it's fluffy and falls a little on his eyes, so he just pulls it back, exposing his forehead. now it doesn't matter to him whether he looks disheveled or not, all his thoughts are occupied with is you.

heeseung lifts the blanket again before slowly putting it aside. the room is warm enough, and you, sleeping, do not notice the temperature difference, so your boy, pleased with his trick, awkwardly hovers over you and looks around again. what should he kiss first?

his stomach is a little tense with excitement, because today, this morning, he will probably stop being a virgin, and you will be the one who will teach him everything. just the thought of such an intimate, loving, flint-strong connection makes hee bite his lower lip and lower his eyes lower, to your chest. it looks so soft that somewhere deep in his head there is an instinctive desire to take one of the nipples in his mouth and suck, but he just quietly swallows the accumulated saliva and continues to explore you.

your relaxed stomach, slightly heaving from breathing, soft thighs, between which he would so like to be.. his thoughts float faster than his actions, but it's too early to relax. it is necessary to show what he can and what he is capable of.

heeseung turns his eyes back to your sleeping face and, after making sure that you are asleep, sinks down to your chest. he is overcome with shame, and he already wants to stop, but damn, the ideas are so delusional that they are attractive. he doesn't back down, and his lips gently lay on the skin around your chest, starting to slowly cover it with kisses. hee is afraid to wake you up, so every action is neat and gentle, however, the closer he gets to the tempting bump, the more impatient he becomes.

and so, his lips close and he begins to suck slowly, enjoying. his other hand gently rests on your ribs, and he closes his eyes. the feeling of something long forgotten, something like deja vu, covers him, and he quickly runs his tongue, closes his lips harder, spends again, as if expecting something.

he doesn't immediately realize that something is ruffling his hair, and only when he briefly opens his eyes to check on you, he sees your gaze, but so warm. in the blink of an eye, he releases your nipple from his mouth, his scared expression makes you smile wider. he's so cute.

"is it time to breastfeed a baby?”

your question turns his cheeks red, and he looks away, biting his already slightly swollen lips. he doesn't know what to say and how to explain himself, but does he need it? your hand, already squeezing his thigh, brings him back to reality, and he looks at you again, pursing his lips guiltily.

“i'm sorry for touching you without permission..”

“i'm not angry, i just didn't expect that you could love my breasts so much,” you gently stroke his skin and then adjust the pillows to sit down and lean on them with your back. heeseung doesn't move, watching your movements.

“i am.. i'm sorry..”

“kitten, come here, i like that your mouth is so warm.”

you beckon him to you with your hand, and he obediently lies down on his stomach so that now his head is right in front of your chest. again. the nipple he has been working on for so long is slightly reddish, and this makes it look even more attractive. heeseung swallows noisily, waiting for permission.

you like to keep him waiting. you like how his curls get tangled between your fingers, how you massage his head, and he reaches out to you like a kitten, demanding more touches. after a few moments, he gathers courage and, closing his eyes, reaches for another nipple, covers it with his lips again and begins to suck slowly, without haste.

his soft, warm lips feel great, and you could give anything in the world if only this moment would not end. the way his eyebrows slightly frown when he sucks harder, the way his hips slowly move along your thigh, smearing his juices, the way he wraps both hands around you without letting go, everything about him feels magical. 

when he pulls away from, you just smile and run your fingers over his face, making him to put his cheeks under your touches. his cock, already hot and dripping, slides along your skin, and you feel his precum running down on the sheets. he's so horny.

“do you like it, baby?”

he just nods, kissing the tips of your fingers while you run your lips and cheeks over his, trying to catch any, even the smallest touch. heeseung is confused, and he would really like to somehow influence you, so, gathering the will and attitude, he opens his eyes a little. his seductive, hot gaze from under half-closed eyelids excites you. is he even real?

his lips open and he, smiling, squeezes you in his arms, “y/n, i really want you. please, come on..”

he doesn't have time to finish, because you don't waste time and push him to the side so that he falls on his back. in surprise, he opens his eyes and stares at you while you climb on top of him and bend down to his face, smiling. your face is so close, just a few millimeters away.

“i want you so much, baby,” you whisper before covering his lips with yours. your kiss stops time, the movement of the planet, and heeseung responds as best he can - clumsily, but very much in love. your tongues are intertwined, and hee cannot restrain a satisfied moan when the head of his penis passes over your body again.

the hot touch of lips, palms and bodies leads both him and you into some inexplicable delight, and he opens from you to throw off a high moan from his lips. his body is trembling in excitement and he can barely hold on not to cum right here and now.

“do you want it that much?” your hand gently runs along his chest to his stomach, teasingly slowly drawing different patterns on every centimeter. heeseung just nods quickly, and his hips move forward. already a red, expiring penis is trembling over the stomach, demanding attention, and you know that there will be no delays today.

your hand gently covers his base and he moans again. someone else's touch feels completely different, it is different, unusual and unpredictable. you swipe up and down a couple of times, smearing the liquid along the length, and then you get up on your knees to settle right over it and put the head to your entrance.

his eyes widen with the realization of the actual proximity of the moment he has been fantasizing about for so long. his body tightens and he bites his lip, looking up at you, “i need to put on a condom.”

you just shake your head and laugh, smiling at him, “nope, this is your first time, we can do it without protection, but then - yes, we will use condoms every time.”

heeseung nods and stretches out his hands to you to put his palms on your warm thighs and stroke them, “thank you for loving me.”

“i love you so much that I can't describe it.”

“and i love you, y/n.”

you smile once again and, nodding, begin to slowly descend down his length, trying to do everything slowly so that he can feel every moment with all his cells. and you manage to do it.

as soon as his head is inside you, he squeezes your hips and a muffled moan breaks from his lips. you are so warm, moist, pleasant, nothing in this world can compare to you, and hee does not lie to himself when he thinks that this is almost the brightest moment of his life. the way you hold him by the waist; the way your walls squeeze him; everything is perfect.

you completely sink down on it and sigh with satisfaction. the feeling of fullness is maddening, and you immediately start moving. his member fits perfectly inside, it's the right size and thickness, and you can't wait for you to cum together.

the measured pace forces heeseung to squeeze his fingers harder and start trying to move with you in the same rhythm, raising and lowering his hips towards you. his head is in a viscous, sweet fog, the room is filled with loud moans, there is not enough air.

however, the faster you move, the more heeseung feels the approach of orgasm, and the more it upsets him. to cum so quickly seems like a crime. his nerves, already sensitive, threaten to spoil the whole impression from second to second, so when you go down, he forces you to freeze in this position with an effort of his hands. you look down in surprise at his flushed face.

“is something wrong?”

“i'm close. let's wait a bit until it goes down.”

he's so cute when he tries to seem like a pro in front of you. you smile playfully, take his hands from your hips and start moving again, slower than before, “hush, kitten, don't worry, even if you finish before me, we still won't stop.”

heeseung moans again, squeezing the sheet between his fingers, and nods in complete obedience. what a good boy. you stroke his cheek with your fingers, and your rhythm is restored. you can feel with your walls how much he is trembling inside you, and you rejoice in it so much. his first orgasm is yours. and he's all yours.

a couple of thrusts, and he strains even harder, his body is covered with heat and he almost suffocates, pronouncing your name like a mantra, “i'm g-gonna.. cum..”

you also feel how close you are, and therefore you lower your free hand down to your clitoris, starting to drive quite quickly, in circular movements, along the very middle. the room is filled with your moans, it seems that it is unbearable. an increase in speed, a couple more finger movements, his satisfied groan, and you crumble into a billion star fragments.

you feel how he fills you from the inside with a hot, viscous substance, and you swear that you would like to keep this feeling of fullness and warmth with you forever, which your no longer virgin boy gave you today. you would like to give him the world, but alas, all you can do is cover his entire length with your moisture and relax, sinking to his chest.

his heart is pounding furiously, and you feel that it wants to break out, to you. tired, but no less in love, you cover his chest with small, barely perceptible kisses, and he wraps his arms around you, continuing to slowly push inside you, wanting to prolong this moment, make it endless.

"damn, it was so great, I love you, hee."

your praise only softens him more, and he smiles like a contented kitten. his cute, soft cheeks blur and he snuggles closer, finally opening his eyes. they are full of love, gratitude and some unearthly joy, and you are really glad to be the source of these feelings.

“today is my happiest day of my life. i love you so much, y/n.”

“and i love you, kitten.”

with a little effort, you crawl closer to his face and, placing your elbows on both sides of his head, bend over and kiss him. you kiss like you've never kissed anyone before. like you'll never kiss anyone else.

your kiss is not just a touch. this is the node connecting you. this is what makes you one.

this is your seal, with which you confirm the unity of your eternities.

forever.

[minkmousesworld]

Your beloved ones are excited when your first time happens, but you are ready to help them feel better.

⌞ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ⌝

Consummation: the action of making a marriage or relationship complete by having sexual intercourse.

𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢: Omegaverse AU

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: comforting, crying, first time, pet names (my love)

⚠ mention of breeding & loss of virginity, praise kink (receiving)

ω! Tanjirou Kamado, ω! Zenitsu Agatsuma

Tanjirou feels his whole body tense, turning into a taut thread when you hover over him; and although he understands that everything that is happening should probably be a "sweet moment" where you kiss and engage in gentle mating, but it's... hard.

It's hard for him to take a deep breath and let himself look like he's not excited just because he feels your breath so close. Too close.

His heart beats too hard when you lift his hips slightly. You haven't even undressed, but he already feels that everything that is happening is too hot, too exciting. His head is too dizzy.

Tanjirou is so wet and hot, and absolutely can not keep the trembling in his body when he feels your fingers touch his T-shirt and gently rise up, lifting the fabric. Slow touches to his stomach, then to his chest, until the T-shirt is almost at his neck, exposing his body.

Tanjirou takes a deep breath again, feeling like he's starting to cry a little.

"Um?.. N-no, I'm... fine," Tanjirou looked up at you with a misty, soft gaze. With a dusty blush and heavy breathing, smelling slightly scared, nervous, but sweet and submissive. "It's just—"

You gently held his hands, intertwining your fingers with his, and Tanjirou broke off on the word, watching this. After a couple of deep breaths, he bowed his head to hands, purring happily, feeling his body relax from the warmth.

"Thank you, [Y/n]," he whispered to you with a happy smile, closing his eyes. "I love you"

It feels like his heart is about to melt.

"Let's continue if you're... r-ready... my love"

Zenitsu kisses nervously, awkwardly, clings to your shoulders, twitching restlessly under you, and when you gently touch his neck with your lips, he makes a quiet squeak, squeezing the fabric of your clothes even more tightly.

His heart is beating so fast that he is sure that he will now lose consciousness from hyperventilation. The touch burns, leaves faint traces on the skin, and Zenitsu throws his leg over your hip, pressing you closer.

Everything is spinning too fast, everything is too hot. When you put him on his back, gently touching his hips, Zenitsu sobs and squints, trying to calm down. But his body is too sensitive, and when you touch his skin, previously hidden behind shorts, run your fingers along thighs, leaving invisible traces, Zenitsu feels even more full, more tense.

The body reacts with a shiver of pleasure, but the mind knows what these touches mean; Zenitsu can only give in to the desire to cross his ankles to cover himself. But you just continue the warm touch, smelling so sweet and soothing...

... Even when you start talking to him, Zenitsu does not immediately respond, absorbed in the sensation of your touch and oversaturated with feelings to immediately respond to you.

"W-wah?" looking up at you with a wet look, Zenitsu fell silent, considering your words. "I'm... f-fine! It's just... um... excit-ting"

His legs are easily put on his side to sit closer and look at his face; Zenitsu does not even react, continuing to lie down and whine slightly. He is so rosy, overexcited and tearful, slightly drooling, and when you touch his cheek, he blinks sleepily.

"You're so w-warm, [Y/n]," he whispers to you, looking lovingly into your eyes. "I love you so much... I'm so lucky to have you. I'm the happiest omega—"

He doesn't immediately understand when he starts crying, but he snuggles even closer when you hug him. You smell so soothing, loving, and Zenitsu feels that he will cry again, but he only clings to you and breathes deeply, closing his eyes, allowing his mind to drown in the sensations.

"I'm fine... We can continue," Zenitsu patted you on the back, purring slightly. "Just need some time"

[tommydarlings]

I Can't Help Falling In Love With You | t.h

A/N: Okay, wow. Tbh, I'm really proud of this and I hope you like it as much as I do! :) (when this flops, then I'm gonna slide down the suislide :D) anyway, enjoy! :) ily,liz <3

pairing: mob!tom x mob!reader

warnings: smut (fem + male receiving) swearing, unprotected sex, daddy-kink, blowjob, choking, violent actions

w/c: 5.1k (omg)

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: The leader of the London Mafia is the devil in person and you would do everything you can to end him, wouldn't you?

masterlist || taglist || requests ( in my masterlist)

"I'm not gonna talk to him father!" I yelled at my dad.

"Why?! It's strictly about business anyway!" he yelled back at me. "I'm sorry father, but I'm not gonna talk to the devil in disguise" i said in a slightly calmer voice. "It's just for a few minutes and it's strictly about the mob, okay? He won't hurt you or something" my dad answerd. After a while of thinking about it, I agreed.

"Just for a few minutes and not more" i said quietly.

"yes, thank you y/n" i just nodded with my head before I made my way into the huge conference room where the devil should be.

I hate this man. I could kill him. The problem is… he could kill me too… in seconds.

Thomas Stanley motherfucking Holland.

And now I should go to him and try to make a deal with him, that's gonna be fun. Probably we can't even start to talk about the deal because we're just gonna argue. Like usual.

I opened the door and didn't even looked up to look if he was here yet-

"Well hello darling"

Fuck.

"Hello Thomas" I said with a fake smile.

"I already told that you can call me Tom babygirl" he said.

"And I already told you that you should stop calling me these nicknames because I don't like them" I told him. "Well guess what baby, I don't give a single shit about it" he said with a wide smile.

I just scoffed and shook my head before I sat down on one of the chairs in the room. Tom sat down on the chair at the exact opposite of me.

"So, let's talk about the deal, okay?"

"Okay" Tom nodded.

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1 week later, after we finally finished the deal, I could relax and went into the library in our mansion. Most of the time I don't even have time to read, but when I got time then I use it and read a few pages of my favorite books. It's something that kinda brings me back into the real world and calms me down quickly. So I don't want to get disturbed.

But of course something- no, someone had to disturb me.

"Hello darling" thomas said as he entered the library with both of his hands in the pockets of his black coat.

"What do you want Holland" I spat back angrily.

"Honestly? You"

I was frozen for a second. It's not that I like him or anything, like i already said, I absolutely hate this man, but he is attractive, i can't deny that. No women can deny that.

"Cat caught your tongue babydoll?" he whispered quietly in my ear from behind. Of course I had to stay infront of the bookshelf with my back to him right now.

"Hmm?" he said in my ear again while I was still pretty frozen.

"get the fuck out of my way Tom" I said with a slightly nervous voice. Suddenly he put both of his arms on my shoulders and slowly traced his fingertips down my arms. I literally started to shiver as he said that,

"pretty little thing" he whisper right in my ear and left a gently peck on the side of my neck. Then he put both of his hands in mine and slowly rubbed this thumb over my hand.

And I let him. I fucking let him.

"I know that you like it baby, I know it" he whispered in the back of my neck before he started to leave kisses at the side of my neck. He was so gentle and soft. His lips were so warm and they felt so fucking good, wait what-

"Okay, stop" I said as I turned around and pushed him away.

"That's sad, it looked like you really enjoyed it darling" he said while he slowly approached me again. As he took the first step forward, I took one backwards but then I remembered that my back is already against the shelf.

Well fuck.

As he stood infront of me, he put both of his hands next to my head and leaned really close. Our noses were nearly touching.

"You don't have to lie to me princess, you know? And when you really wanna test me, then I dare you to do that, we both know that I'm gonna win babydoll" he whispered quietly while he looked me deep in the eyes.

"You may be a Holland, but don't forget that I'm a y/l/n honey" I told him while I held eye contact.

"Cause you exactly know what I'm capable of, you already saw me fighting and taking your men down easily" I added.

"And you exactly know what I'm capable of babygirl"

"Oh please, you are just as weak as your men are Holland" I said with a quick laugh.

"I'm not talking about fighting love" he said with a tiny smirk.

"About what then champ?" I said with a little smile on my face.

"You know what I'm the best at?" he said as he slowly leaned closer so his mouth was hovering over my ear.

"What" I asked before I rolled my eyes.

"Punishments" he whispered.

And as soon as he said that my smile faded and I was frozen… again.

"I knew you would be quiet as soon as I said that. Have you ever got punished before? You know like, did you ever got a few good spanks and a few edges-"

"shut up Thomas" I spat quietly at him.

"You get turned on from the thought of me spanking you and edging you until you beg me to stop, don't you?"

"I-I, n-no i-I don't" I stuttered.

"Don't lie to me princess" he said while he looked me in my eyes again.

"I don't" I said while I looked down at my feet. "Can you say that while you look me in the eyes?" he asked.

I looked him in the eyes, but I couldn't get a single word out.

"That's what I thought" he said before he put both of his hands back in his pockets again and went to the door.

"Where a-are you g-going?" Why did I asked that?!

"I'm gonna go back to work, if you need someone that makes you scream and cry at same time, and I don't mean that in a painful way, then you know where I am" he said before he opened the door and left.

"God please help me" I quietly prayed before I left the library too and went to the gym.

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"Tom, let me through" I said in a pretty calm voice.

"No" he answered with a tiny smirk.

"Thomas please! I have to be in the meeting like, right now!" I raised my voice at him.

"And?" he asked while he looked down at me. Sadly I'm shorter than him. "And?! When my dad finds out that you are keeping me up here then you. are. dead, holland." he lightly chuckled before he spoke up,

"That would be a shame wouldn't it?" he said with a wide grin while slowly raced his hand and stroked my cheek with his knuckles. "Tom stop" I told him angrily. "You are so sweet when you're angry, you know?"

"Fuck. off" I whispered while I looked him deep in the eyes. That was the last thing i said to him before I pushed him angrily away and stormed through the door.

"Where the fuck where you y/n?" my dad asked with a slightly aggressive voice. I didn't knew which kind of lie I should tell him, so I told him the truth.

"Tom distracted me" I said while I took a seat. "Tom Holland?" he said while he looked at me. "Of course the holland boy dad, who else?" I spat. "Not in that tone young lady" he spat back angrily before he sat down in his own chair and scoffed before he started to talk about some mob business shit while I held back my tears.

It's not that I hate this life, or the mob, it's just that I would love when someone would give me some love.

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"Thomas, I already told you that it was a mistake" I yelled at him. "But this mistake could have killed you" he yelled back at me. I looked him deep in the eyes before I quietly said,

"Why do you even care?"

He just stared at me with an open mouth and slightly wide eyes. He looked at me like he just got caught stealing something. "I-I don't care about you or anything, i-i could have been dead too, a-and w-when you would have been i-in trouble, t-then I wouldn't have hesitate to save MY ass"

Slowly, a smile made it's way to my face before I spoke up again,

"You're lying" I whispered.

"I d-don't lie'' he said quietly. "You do, because every time when you lie, you stutter thomas" he slowly approached me. Probably a habit of him. As he stood right infront of me, he looked me right into the eyes. He basically looked me right into the soul before he said,

"I didn't lied and I don't care about you. When you would get killed, then I would stand next to your corpse and would be sad that I didn't killed you" he slowly said.

And as he said that, I just thought one thing,

Don't fucking cry now y/n, you already know that nobody loves you.

I exactly knew that he hates me, just like I hate him, but I would have never said something that cruel to him. But of course I couldn't stop the tears they were threatening to spill. I looked down at my feet before I quickly wiped the tear away.

"Are you cryi-"

"I hate you" I said before he could finish his sentence. The last thing I saw before I stormed out of the big conference room, was a guilty look painted on Tom's face.

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I sat silently in my bedroom and thought about a few things,

'I can't', 'I can't fucking like him', 'I can't fucking love him', 'It's impossible'. I thought the entire time. We are enemies since the second we saw each other. We hate each other. We have to, we don't have another option. Why am I even thinking about that? He hates me and I should hate him. But I can't. It's not that I adore this man and would do anything for him, I would just sacrifice my life for him-

Fuck.

I'm head over heels for him.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door.

"Come in" I said. Suddenly Tom came in, wearing a tight white button up shirt and dark blue dress pants. He looked so unbelievably hot but at the same time he was my enemy. I thought about his messy hair and rosy cheeks and red lips, they look so fucking soft, I would love to kiss them and touch his body-

"You good y/n?" he asked as he sat down next to me on the bed. And of course he had to spread his legs and fold his hands.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine" I answered quickly. God I'm so done.

"I wanted to apologize for what I said earlier, so… I'm sorry"

Did he just seriously apologized? Wow.

"It's okay, you were right" I said with a tiny but sad laugh. "You were right" he suddenly said. "What do you mean?" I said while I looked at him. Tom got up and stood now infront me.

"I do care about you"

"What?"

"You were right, I lied. I really care about y/n, and I'm sorry that I treated you that way"

"Seriously?" I got up now too and stood right infront of him. He just nodded quickly before he said,

"yes, uhm, that's it, I'm gonna go now, by dollface" he said with a tiny smirk before he left the room.

"fuck off" I laughed while I made my way downstairs.

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"I hate work" I quietly whispered to myself while I buried my head in my hands desperately. Suddenly the door opened and Tom walked in. "Get out of here" he said without any sign of kindness. "What?" I asked with a laugh. "I think you heard me princess, out. of. here" I stood up from my chair and scoffed before I walked over to him.

"No" I said with a tiny grin.

"No?, darling I'm in charge here, okay?, so you're gonna walk out of this room and let me do my work that I have to do, alright?" he said pretty seriously. I shaked my head with a smile painted on my face. "I don't wanna drag out of the room y/n, c'mon" he said with a hint of anger in his voice but I shaked my head and he scoffed. "Why can't you just listen for once." Out of nowhere he grabbed my throat and pressed me against the wall behind me. "You're gonna listen to me" he whispered before he went on,

"When I tell you to do something, then your gonna do it, don't you?" he asked while he looked at me. That went right to my pussy.

"And what are you gonna do when I don't want to do what you say?" of course y/n y/l/n tried to push his buttons. "Then it's gonna get a big big mess babygirl" he smiled. He fucking smiled.

"A bloody mess?" I asked with a grin. "No, no, not a bloody mess but a wet mess" he whispered.

"fuck you" I whispered. "oh yes, I'm gonna do that" he said before he crashed his lips on mine harshly. He put both of his hands on my cheeks while I opened his button up shirt and pulled it off of his body. Just a few seconds later he pulled my shirt off and threw it to the side. "You're eager, aren't you?" I asked while he put his pants off. God his body is a masterpiece.

"Shut up" he said while I put my pants and bra off. "Make me" I said. He looked me in the eyes with a tiny smirk before he picked me up and laid me down onto the table. He went down on his knees infront of me and pulled my panties down my legs before he started to give tiny kitten licks to my already wet pussy.

"Fuuuuck" I whispered before he started to really eat me out. "Fuck daddy" I cried out. "Say that again" Tom said before he sucked on my clit and flicked his tongue over it afterwards. "Oh my God, please daddy" I cried out even louder. He flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue so fast and good that I came quickly.

"FUCK, your gonna make me cum" I said quietly while I arched my back. But after he made me cum, he didn't stopped. He went on with flicking the tip of his tongue quickly over my sensitive clit. I started to wiggle away from him but he grabbed my legs and put me back in place again. "Shh, just a little bit more" he whispered. Suddenly he spit right on my pussy and collected the spit with two fingers before he shoved his wet fingers into my pussy. "Oh my g-god, please" I stuttered out.

He started to pump his finger faster and faster and after a few seconds he found the spot that made me go crazy. "Ahhh fuck daddy please, please, please" I screamed.

"Come for me doll, come for daddy" he said while he looked me in the eyes. You heard right. He looked me in the eyes while he ate. me. out.

"FUCK" I yelled as I came for the second time on his tongue and fingers. After he cleaned me up, he stood up and looked at me.

"You're gonna be a good girl and take my cock?" he asked. "Yes Daddy" I answered back quietly. "Good girl" he whispered in my ear before he pulled his boxer down and started to enter me. "oh fuck" I quickly cursed before he started to ram into me mercilessly.

"So fucking tight, such a good girl, just for me, right?" I just nodded with my head before my eyes rolled into the back of my head quickly. Suddenly he put his hand on my throat again and lightly choked me. And fuck was that good.

"Feels so good d-daddy" I whispered. He put the thumb of his other hand on my clit and started to rub it quickly.

"OH MY GOD" I cried out really loud. "Take it, take it, take it" tom spat quietly. "I'm gonna cum daddy" I told him. He went even faster, with his cock and his thumb. And then my orgasm washed me while I screamed as loud as I could while tears were running down my cheeks.Tom shut his eyes tightly and let out a tiny 'fuck' after he came. But I couldn't even notice more before I blacked out.

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I woke up in my bed, but I could remember exactly what happened yesterday in the conference room. The worst thing is, I still like, no, love this man. How? I honestly don't know. He just makes me… weak.

I threw my work clothes on and went downstairs into the conference room to see if my father was there but the only person that was in the room was the one and only Tom of course.

"Oh, hello darling" he said politely.

"Hello?" I said but it kinda sounded more like a question. "Are you okay?" he asked me. I just nodded with my head before I made my way to the door again but Tom's hand on my wrist stopped me immediately. "Can we talk?" he suddenly said pretty shy. I just nodded again while I turned around to face him and leaned back against the door. "What's up" I said. What the fuck y/n?! Why would you say 'what's up'? You exactly know what happened yesterday and you can't change it. Neither of you can. What you two didn't knew is that neither of you too wanted to change it.

"Can we maybe talk about last night?" he suddenly said. "Yeah, yeah of course, what about last night?" I asked quietly. "I-I, fuck, I don't know how to say that-" but before he could finish his sentence, I interrupted him,

"You think it was a mistake and you asked me to forget it and to not mention it ever again because you hate me and that was just a stupid one night stand thing for you" I told him. He just stared at me for multiple seconds before he opened his mouth and spoke up,

"No"

"What do you mean with 'no'?"

"y/n, I know how I treated you and how rude and cruel I am to you, but that what we did last night wasn't a damn one night stand" he said calmly. "What was it then to you?" I asked him.

"What was it to you?" he asked me back. I had to swallow before I answered,

"I don't think that it meant the same to you as it meant to me" I said quietly while I looked at him. He let out a tiny laugh before he said,

"It meant a lot to me" hold on what did he just said?!

"What, s-seriously?" I asked with already glassy eyes. I just dreamed right?

"Y/n, when I told you that I would save my ass and that I would be happy when you would be dead, then I didn't meant that at all. I care about you, a lot actually and I would rather sacrifice my ass to save yours" he said with a tiny laugh.

I slowly approached him and asked,

"You are not lying?"

"I'm not lying"

As soon as he said I leaned forward gave him a tiny peck to test if he really wants that, and yes he does, he leaned forward and kissed me properly on the lips while he put of his hands softly on my waist and I put my hands on his shoulders. He slowly started to walk forward so that i had to walk backwards and backed me up against the wall, at first I thought that we are gonna the same thing like last night but he just put one of his hands on my cheek and looked me deep in the eyes.

"I really like you y/n"

"I really like you too"

He kissed my forehead gently before we went on with our little make out session.

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"Tom, no!" I yelled at him. "Why not?!" he yelled back loudly. "Because, when my dad is gonna catch us in the conference room then we are both dead and you know that!" I screamed at my boyfriend.

Tom wanted to make out in the conference room, that my father is probably gonna enter soon. "Who gives a fuck about him" he yelled back at me. "Tom, how do you think my dad will look at us when he sees us not sliding each other's throats!, What do you think is he gonna do huh?!"

"But we are together y/n, we are in a relationship and we are fucking adults so we are allowed to do that! We love each other!"

"In this world is no place for love Thomas!"

Silent.

I instantly regret what I said. I looked at him and I could already see tears building up in his eyes.

"So you don't love me?" he asked quietly and unsure. "No! That not what I meant. Tom, it's just that this world wasn't made for love, okay? I know that we love each other, you love me and I love you, so so so much tommy but this world that we are living in is dangerous, okay?" I told him before I slowly approached him. I put my hands in his hands and gave him a small but gentle peck on the cheek.

"I love you" I whispered.

"I l-love you too darling" he said quietly.

"I'm so sorry for what I said, I hope you forgive me" I said while I laid my head on his chest. He is always so warm and caring and gentle with me.

"Yeah baby, I forgive you" he said with a tiny smile on his gorgeous face. "Thank you" I answered before I pecked his nose. "I'm gonna take a shower" I said quietly while I looked him deep in the eyes. "Mind if I join?" he asked with a smirk. "Not at all… " I slowly leaned forward to whisper in his ear and said,

"daddy"

Before I could even blink, he threw me over the shoulder and made his way to the bathroom.

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"Fuuuuck babygirl, you take me so well" he whispered while I tried to take his entire member in my mouth. And fuck was that hard because he was so big. Suddenly he started to thrust his hips and I gagged loudly. "You can take it kitten, I know you can" he spat quitely. Tears were rolling down my cheeks as I gagged around him, but It was so fucking hot and rough Tom is the best thing you can get. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" he said while he shut his eyes. After he came, I swallowed everything and then I stood up and we got out of the shower. He grabbed the back of my neck tightly and turned me around. Our noses touched while he looked me deep in the eyes. "You're mine, understand?" I nodded with my head quickly before he spoke up again,

"That was a great shower don't you thing doll" he said with a huge grin on his face after he let my neck go slowly. I just rolled my eyes before I started to dry my body with my towel. But before I could take my brush to brush through my hair and get the knots out, tom took the brush from my hand and started to gently brush my hair while he stood behind me just in a Calvin klein boxer and grey sweatpants. He gently brushed through them while I watched him in the mirror infront of me. "Mhhmm" I moaned with a tiny smile written on my face. "Don't moan or I'm gonna take you right against the counter princess" he slowly whispered into my ear while he still brushed gently through my hair. "sorry… daddy" he just scoffed before he gave me the 'warning gaze'. I started to laugh and he put the brush aside to grab the lotion. "Are you laughing at me?" he asked with 'fake shook' on his face. "Sorry bubu, your just so sweet" I said between laughter. "You're even sweeter my love" he answered as he applied some lotion on my back and slowly rubbed it in. "That feels good baby, thank you" I said. "No, thank you" he told me while he looked in the mirror where our eyes met. "For what?" I asked with a tiny smile. "For being the best girlfriend ever" he whispered before he gave me a small peck on my temple. I smile before I answerd,

"I love you so damn much Tommy" he rubbed his hands slowly over my shoulders before he spoke up,

"I love you too princess" I used to hate this name, but now I love it.

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I sat in my room, crying silently on my bed all alone. To have a dad that is just focused on the mob and basically didn't gives a single shit about his own daughter Is hard and it fucking hurts. But luckily i got a caring boyfriend that should be here any minute-

"Hey babygirl, what's wrong?" he asked as he came into the bedroom. "Is it your dad again?" he added after a while. I just nodded with my head before I started to let more sob's out. "No, no, no, you know that I don't like it when you cry princess" he said as he sat down next to me and pulled me into his chest. He hold me tightly in his arms before I spoke up,

"I'm s-sorry" he just looked at me before he said,

"For what?" I looked at him briefly before I looked down at my lap again. "For i-interrupting you t-tommy"

"No, no, there's nothing to be sorry about, okay? I love you and I'm gonna be here for you, you understand?" I nodded with my head quickly before I looked him deep in the eyes. Suddenly he pulled me on his lap so that I straddled him and laid both of his hands on my hips. We both looked at each other's lips briefly before I slowly leaned in and captured his soft lips in a gentle kiss. "I" kiss. "love" kiss. "you" kiss. "so" kiss. "much" kiss. I laughed at him before I kissed his forehead gently and said,

"I love you too so much"

"Can we cuddle?" I added. Tom laughed before he answered,

"Of course darling, anything for you"

I laid down while Tom laid behind me and he threw his hand around me and pulled me into him. "Good night Tommy" I whispered. "Good night baby" he whispered back before we both fell into a deep but wonderful sleep.

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It was the worst day of your life. Tom was kneeling on the ground, I stood behind him and my father stood infront of us with his gun pointed at me while I had my gun against Tom's temple. Yes, you heard right. Tom's fucking temple.

"Kill him y/n, prove your father that you are strong enough to lead the mob, just like me princessa" my father told me while tears started to build up in my eyes. My father found out about Tom's and my relationship. He went crazy, he freaked out and yelled at us and went absolutely mad. I saw a lot sides from my father already, but not this one. And it kinda made me shit my pants. He demanded me to shoot Thomas so I could prove to him that Tom would be a bad influence for me and the mob. The things is that I would rather die that kill my own fucking boyfriend. Only problem, my father doesn't care.

"You k-know that i-i can't father" I whispered while tears were rolling down my cheeks. "Just do it y/n, it's okay, we had a great time didn't we?" Tom slightly laughed but then I could hear him sob. My father just laughed before he spoke up,

"That's no love that you little kids have, that's just some random bullshit, shoot him" he answered with a laugh. Tom swallowed and I couldn't stop the tears. We both couldn't. "I love you princess, so much" Tom whispered quietly. I just shaked my head while I let sob's out and looked at my dad again. "I don't give a-a fuck a-about the m-mob anymore, I love t-Tom and when you c-can't accept t-that then I'm really sorry" I quietly said. My dad laughed before he said,

"Wait, what do you mean with 'then I'm really sorry' y/n?" he asked.

"I love Thomas, and I fucking hate you" I said before I shot my father in his right shoulder. Tom closed his eyes tightly but when I put both of my hands in his cheeks he opened them again. "Are you okay?" Tom asked me quickly. I nodded with my head before I hugged him tightly. "I'm so sorry baby" I shaked my head quickly and answered,

"No, I'm sorry"

"No, you shouldn't be, I'm supposed to protect you, to protect you from situations like that doll, but I didn't and I'm so sorry" he said quietly. "It's okay Tommy, I love you" "I love you too" he said before we shared a loving kiss. After that, Tom and i got up and went to my father who was laying desperately on the ground.

"Fuck you daddy" I told him.

"Why p-princess, w-why" he weakly asked. Before I could response, Tom spoke up,

"By the way, your daughter calls me daddy too" he said with a wink. And those were the last words my father heard. The best last words even in my opinion. I laughed at my boyfriend before he picked me up and ran towards the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" I asked between laughter. "Oh, I'm just gonna make you beg, scream and cry, okay?" he asked. And as soon as I heard these words I was screwed.

"Yes daddy"

"Good girl"

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AFTERTASTE PART SEVEN

Pairing: Archie Andrews X Reader

Summary: In which two best friends since childhood test whether sex and friendship can co-exist without causing conflict. Including OC's Flick and Cherry, a bisexual and lesbian in a sapphic relationship who are best friends of Y/N.

Song: Dream Boy by Waterparks

Warnings: swearing

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Y/F and Y/M Robins were far from perfect parents. Y/F had the mental age of a toddler at times, and being an estate agent who always has to go the extra mile- he often wasn't home when his wife needed him the most. Y/M, on the other end of things, had been a stay at home mum until Y/N turned 16 last summer, and now she helped with all the administrative work for Mayor McCoy. She was a maternal creature which, coupled with her brilliant sarcasm, made for some explosive conversations. The two met on the first day of university and got married a week after the last.

When Y/M first found out she was pregnant with little Y/S Robins, the two realised they wanted a quiet bubble of a town to raise their children and grow up with them. But it wasn't until their second daughter was about to turn seven until they found their forever home in the quaint town of Riverdale. Ten years passing before their eyes, and the picturesque place didn't seen all that anymore.

Jason Blossom's death had nothing to do with the short gunshot sounding over the waves of Sweetwater River, the noise which woke Y/N from her sweet unmemorable dreams every few nights. The summer days rolled into early August without anyone caring, Y/N spending most of them at Cheryl's side listening intently to her past adventures with her brother. Betty threw herself into an internship at a publication house; Flick and Cherry had volunteered at a summer camp, and Archie was helping his dad out more and more with constructions job.

Although it hadn't been the start to the relationship Y/N had hoped for- the nervous giggles and hand holding, short and sweet kisses on late night walks followed by poetry worthy cuddling. There was a magnificent silver lining as Archie's muscles gained definition, and he suited the sweaty builder look far too well.

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"Earth to my gorgeous queen? Y/N/N?" Cheryl quizzed her friend, who currently resided at the poolside of Thornehill Manor. Her mind was off on a glorious tangent about her rendezvous in the kitchen at two in the morning. Fixing herself a glass of water, when Archie slips his hand into her pyjama shorts, his other around her mouth muffling her needy moans.

The red headed beauty shoved her y/h/c friend playfully, warm skin sweaty under her pale touch. Y/N blinked innocently and sent her an apologetic smile, "What?"

"I asked if you've thought about dating anyone else since Clayton?" The fiery ginger girl enquired with her usual upbeat tone.

Cheryl knew she had a unique quality about her which made it almost impossible for Y/N to lie to her face. The y/h/c girl scrunched up her nose, hiding the smile the idea of Archie Andrews brought to her face. 'Yes. We started off as fuck buddies but never actually fucked. Then I drunkenly asked him to be my boyfriend, now a month later I think we may genuinely work out.'

"Maybe." Y/N bit her bottom lip, listening to her friend's squeal as she squeezed her sun tanned arm.

"I knew it! You have this euphoric glow you only get when someone else makes you climax." The redhead affirmed confidently, watching the Robins girl's eyes bug out before hitting her arm, "Y/N/N, you know your secret's safe with me."

"Fine." She sighed and took a sip of her fruity cocktail, "It started off as just fooling around, honestly I just needed to let off some steam after everything. I knew he was into the kinds of things I was, I mean he used to tease me about it non stop. And it was good, so good I stopped being a pussy and asked him to be my boyfriend."

"Holy freaking hell!" The Blossom girl grinned with excitement, "Dare I ask, who is it?"

Y/N deadpanned at her friend, "Guess."

"Please don't tell me it's that muscular oaf Reggie, he's pretty but there's not exactly much going on upstairs." Cheryl tapped her temples and rolled her eyes at the thought.

"Nope."

The ginger thought for a moment, consulting her liquid courage and splashing her feet around the waters edge, "It's Archie."

All it took was a side-eyed glance at the y/h/c girl's blooming rosy cheeks to know she definitely wasn't wrong. Y/N severely lacked the ability to lie, even if her tone held conviction, her features were far too expressive and told the truth all on their own. It's not like they were hiding it from anyone, but the past four weeks had gone far too quickly without any moments to spare for the world around them. They slept together each night, the majority of that time not actually spent sleeping, but they hadn't been given the chance yet to explore more romantic avenues.

"It's fucking Archie Andrews- you're fucking Archie Andrews and don't you dare deny it." Cheryl gawked in her gorgeous white and nude bikini, watching as her friend lay back against the hot marble slabs which encased the large pool with the largest grin adorning her plump lips.

"We haven't had sex yet, so technically you aren't completely correct." Y/N winked but carried on before the girl exploded with a hundred questions and could never be turned off, "Trust me, I want to, and I'm sure he does too. But you know, it's his first time, I want it to be perfect for him."

"Y/N/N, you really love him, don't you?" Cheryl gagged to begin with, but she found it sweet in truth. She wanted someone to hold, who would hold her right back just as tight for no other reason than needing to.

Y/N sat back up and paddled her feet, "You have no idea, Cher."

Arch 🧡

That new post should be illegal

Tiger 💛

Ooo

I like this reaction

Maybe I should post more

Like this one

Cheryl pushed me in the pool

And I may have had a drink

Or three

Arch 🧡

Well that's sexy

I swear nobody looks good like that how on earth

You're a goddess

But also

How's she holding up?

Tiger 💛

🥺😇

Broken

But she's strong yk

You coming over for dinner?

Arch 🧡

Yeah Y/D invited my dad too

Need me to pick you up from Cheryl's?

Tiger 💛

Awe cute we love a bromance, and it's all good my mommas coming now anyways :))

Hours had elapsed far too fast and soon the summer heat simmered into cool waves of wind brushing over sun kissed skin. Cheryl's arms were clasped around the blonde's shoulders in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much, Y/N/N, I don't know what I'd do without you!" The Blossom girl professed with sparkling eyes and a brilliant smile.

Y/N beamed up at her, fingers carding through her damp y/h/c hair as she looked over her shoulder to see her mum pulling into the driveway, "You don't need to thank me, Cher, friends look after each other. Message me if you need me, okay?"

Cheryl promised she would and the two teen girls hugged goodbye, with Y/N soon heading home- listening to her mother gossip about Hal and Alice's screaming match last night, Y/N loved her inability to keep her mouth shut sometimes.

"Mom," The y/h/c stopped her mid sentence and received a side eyed glance in response, "I need to tell you something and you're totally not allowed to freak out while you're driving."

Y/M's eyes widened and her grip tightened around the steering wheel, her daughters very rarely confided in her. While she knew her youngest was safe in her promiscuity, neither of Y/M Robins' girls ever shared their secrets so for the most part she took finding out into her own hands.

"Honey," The forty four year old's calm tone was hardly comforting to the teenager, "if this is about you and Archie fooling around, your father and I figured that out a long time ago, like so long ago. Who do you think does your laundry? When your underwear starting looking like dental floss, we caught on pretty quickly."

Y/N felt like a deer in headlights, "Mum, what the hell?" Her cheeks heated to an inhuman temperature.

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, as long as you're being safe and he's-"

"For the second time today, and I can't believe I'm saying this to you, but I am not having sex with Archie Andrews!" Y/N's high pitched voice sounded through the car. It truly was a blessing and a curse to have such open minded parents in situations like this. She thought about telling her mother the truth, but Y/M was a blabber mouth as well as a gossip, so Y/N chose to withhold certain pieces of information.

The Robins matriarch dropped the subject but didn't forget about her daughter's tone, and continued to ramble on about how odd she found Penelope Blossom and the whole Blossom family in general. "Like why on Earth is Rose in a wooden wheelchair? They know it's the twenty first century, right?"

As expected, the Robins household was once again filled with warm laughter and copious amounts of food. The topic of Jason was skimmed over, and Y/S found herself away from the dinner table. The eldest Robins sibling was currently pleading with Alice as she began shoving all of Polly's belongings in the boot of Hal's car. She couldn't comprehend life without her best friend, not after losing Jason. They were meant to be going travelling together for a year- working the worst jobs and staying up all night to watch the sun rise in different countries. But instead, Y/S's eyes were blinded by tears as she screamed down the street at the speeding car, with Polly Cooper taken out of her life indefinitely.

Y/N was oblivious to the dark inner workings of the Cooper clan, Betty's knowledge about her and Archie unbeknownst to the loved up teens. She'd spent every second not occupied by her internship trying to justify the romantic act as a fleeting moment of loneliness fuelled by alcohol. She wrote in her diary ideas on how she could win Archie back over, not knowing it was in fact, too late. Betty found herself hopelessly in love with the boy next door, unfortunately for her, the girl across the road was the only one his mind found.

Archie and Y/N washed up while their parents resided to the living room with three glasses and a bottle of white wine. The short girl turned the tap off after placing the last utensil on the draining board, flicking her sudsy hands at the boy's face. "What the-"

She didn't give him a chance to finish that thought, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his torso- planting a kiss onto his lips, then cheeks, then forehead. The two fell entranced by each other, planting pecks across nape of her neck and top of his head.

"Son," Fred's voice called out from the next room and the two immediately pulled apart, hearts beating in their ears, "we're going in a minute."

"Alright." He replied, placing his girlfriend on the floor once more.

"I wish you'd stay." Y/N pouted childishly, she meant the words entirely but hated feeling overbearing. Her life had been turned upside down this summer, it started off with her unable to fall asleep with another person next to her- now Archie's chest was her most comfortable pillow and is arms were the warmest blanket.

"Tomorrow night instead, Princess? I promised my dad I'd spend more time with him before senior year." The boy reasoned, holding her close and unknowingly feeling the exact same way, he adored holding her by her waist and pulling her close under the duvet.

"Monopoly night at yours?" She grinned and he nodded back in reply, the two sharing a final kiss in the kitchen before walking into the hallway.

Y/N felt at ease as she wished the two a goodnight and headed up to bed. She took off her tea dress and replaced it with Archie's bulldog t-shirt, managing to reach the same length on her thighs as her dress did.

Arch 🧡

I can still smell your perfume on my sheets

Tiger 💛

Marking my territory obviously x

Arch 🧡

I love it

Hope you sleep well baby x

Tiger 💛

Call me that tomorrow and we won't be sleeping so you better rest up tonight x

Arch 🧡

Whatever you say, baby x

Tiger 💛

Goodnight x

Arch 🧡

Night princess x

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Rin thirst headcanons nobody asked for

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a/n: n/sfw!! totally random headcanons i started writing bc i was t h i r s t y. enjoy <3 im sorry i was so chaotic, my mind no worky!! ><

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hear me out. he’s usually the one that initiates everything, but sometimes he enjoys if you take the matter into your own hands... literally. he loves when you stroke his cock softly, just to tease him; he’s gonna whine and moan quietly, gasping when you fasten the pace, gripping the sheets so hard he almost rips them apart.

his hips are jerking into your hand to get even more friction, his eyes tear up due to the pleasure he’s getting; his tail wraps itself onto your other wrist mindlessly, urging you to let him cum.

He's trying not to let out any sounds, so he covers his mouth with his hand; you, however, take his hand away from his mouth and encourage him to moan even more, "I wanna hear you, Rin. I wanna know if what I'm doing it's okay. Please."

once your hand gets covered with his cum (and boy ITS A LOT), his hips jerk a few more times until he recovers. his tail unwraps and he apologizes to you with rosy cheeks; he kisses you on the lips gently as a thank you afterwards.

now, the sight of him inserting his dick into your pussy is so lovely; whether you notice it or not, he’s always looking how it disappears within your sweet, wet pussy. when you clench on him when he inserts it, oh god you’re about to witness the most beautiful face expressions you’ve ever seen.

It's like.. he's almost hypnotized. His face is calm, slightly adored with a blush, yet it has that dark vibe; his eyebrows furrow together, as his lips part a little. He then places his hands on the bed and pushes his hips further inside you - yet, his eyes jerk from your cunt to your face, at which he looks almost drunk-like; his very much own twists in pleasure. His eyes furrow again, but this time he looks into your eyes; his gaze is so intense that when you look closely enough you can see his pupils dilating. Rin hisses and moans, biting his bottom lip and drawing blood by accident. His eyes close and he grunts once he feels like he's balls deep inside you.

he hisses every time you clench on him, and I'm not even making it up. his dick is so sensitive (or so he thinks) that he can’t think properly; the way your walls hug him so tightly drives him insane. he’s about to sob when he feels like he’s gonna cum, Rin completely loses himself and his thrusts become erratic, yet faster at the same time; he just needs that sweet release and he’ll do ANYTHING to get it.

Going a little back to the jacking off headcanons. He gets horny at random times of the day, usually in the evening when he has his free time. You two could cuddle and watch a movie, then suddenly he's nuzzling his head into your chest or kissing your neck; "I'm sorry, I've been holding myself back all day... I know you're tired, but please, just today okay? I'll make it up to you, I promise." Then nuzzles his cheek into yours softly. He does feel bad whenever his horny brain starts acting up, but if he says that he'll make it up... He will. And twice as much.

Speaking about making up, he’s gonna try to scare you with his teeth. Not literally, but he’ll tease you by biting your coochie a little. not painfully, it’s more for shits and giggles if he’s in the mood. he’ll bite you here and there, especially your sensitive clit; the feeling of his massive teeth is surely different than normal, human ones. he likes to use hit tongue too, and believe me he can flicker that fucking tongue so fast against your pearl to the point that he’s disappointed you came so fast.

on days that he feels more gentle and less like teasing you, he’s gonna press tiny kisses on your exposed cunt. he ALWAYS finishes oral with the final kiss on your pubic crease and then lies on you with his head on your chest, so you can play with his hair. good boy deserves a reward, doesn’t he?

it’s always so cute how he gets horny. he tends to stick to you a lot, and if he’s desperate in public, he’ll take advantage every time if you happen to stay in front of him, so he can press his hardness against your ass. Rin in general gets really subby and leans to your touch, even if it's just you touching his face like caressing his cheek. Speaking about cheeks! They get that rosy color, his behavior changes too - he appears tired to others, but.. he isn’t tired by any means. He WANTS to get tired. His eyes seem heavy and somewhat half-lidded, and his tail is “for some reason” always near you, teasing you with its tip, sometimes even sneaking under your shirt and drawing invisible patterns on your back.

literally, he’s just looking at you like:

don't judge him, he’s just horny.

jokes aside, he has really pretty balls. will I elaborate on this one? no. why? everyone considers “pretty” differently, so I leave this one for your own imagination. 

we’ve talked about his tail, but let's talk about his pointy ears. they’re sensitive too, but not as much as the tail. Rin loves ear massages, but usually, you end up with him rubbing his thighs in shame. He feels guilty for being aroused, since all you wanted to do was to get rid of the stress he had, but oh well.

this man. THIS MAN. SIT ON HIS FACE. in fact, not only there. he’ll eat you out like a starving man. he likes having you on top of him and watching you bounce on his dick; he’s gonna play with your tits, knead them, kiss them, whatever he’s able to do, really, especially if he’s lying on his back - he’s addicted to that sight and often encourages you to ride him, considering that you can have your own pace as well. that was the longest sentence ever, anyway.

cuddlefuck? cuddlefuck. just casually doing nothing and suddenly he’s kissing all over you and trying to tease you through your panties.

here I present you me thirsting:

do you see his fucking back? these m u s c l e s? Kato's fucking testing me BUT HERE I GO.

If he notices you simping over his back? oh baby he’s gonna tease you so bad. mostly for shits and giggles, but he WILL take his hoodies/shirts off just to flex. he enjoys if you run your hands down his back when he’s shirtless. if you have acrylic nails, oh boy scratch his back anytime. he LOVES the feeling of acrylics.

wash his back?? massage his shoulders?? he’s GONE. sleeps instantly but you have an occasion to touch that muscles all you want.

okay but.. him showering?? how water droplets run down his back?? I am DECEASED

not really into fucking in the shower cus he’s afraid he might slip, (that’s probably happened already...) but petting? teasing your pussy? his hands slowly moving upwards and playing with your nipples while he stands behind you? you don’t have to ask twice. in fact, not at all. showering with him never ends up with either of you being actually clean.

he’s tried to tease your slit with his tail once. you ended up laughing your ass off because instead of getting more turned on, you started to laugh because it tickled you. Rin? eMBARRASSED. almost started crying with his dick rock hard.

[miss-smutty]

Immortal Chapter 3

A/N- My first OC and I'm super excited for it and this story! Hope you love her ☺️

Summary- Thor learns more about his mystery love interest

Word count- 1,952k

Pairing- Thor x OC

18+ Only!

Posted: 21st June 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @longlostinanotherworld @mostly-marvel-musings @darklydeliciousdesires

Part 1. Part 2.

The last thing Aria remembered before her vision pooled with bright lights and stars, was a car heading straight towards her. She felt the impact, her body flown through the air and crashing back to the ground with a sickening thud. She expected to hear her bones fracture into pieces with the impact of the car, to see her life flash in front of her eyes as she floated through the air. The world around her paused, time going incredibly slow, the speed causing the wind to blow her hair around the curve of her jaw in slow motion. She'd expected to feel the rough tar of the road, peeling away her skin as she landed in a heap, to feel tiny fragments of gravel imbedded in her soft and malleable flesh.

When none of that came though, she wasn't overly surprised. Instead of feeling excruciating pain, she revelled in the feeling of flying, enjoying the moment while it lasted until she was pulled back to earth and ultimately, back to reality. The reality of knowing the look on people's faces as she stood unharmed after a brutal collision that should've left her for dead.

Aria kept her eyes screwed shut, willing herself to just disappear and not have to deal with the backlash. The accident drawing unwanted and dangerous attention to her, attention she'd worked so hard to avoid. I mean she'd run away from her Prince Charming just to avoid this sort of attention, it was kind of ironic really.

Aria slowly opened one of her eyes, her vision blurred and glassy, there were people around her. Lots of faces she didn't recognise, hazy shapes all merging together until her eyes settled on one familiar face. Thor.

His distinct features standing out through the obscurity of her vision. Piercing sky blue eyes shone brightly, until that was all she could see. Eyes so clear she could see straight into his soul, a soul so pure it made her eyes sting. Thor's story playing through her mind like a movie, she blinked repeatedly willing it to stop, wrinkling her eyes tightly shut again.

"Everybody move out of the way, give her space. MOVE!" Thor bellowed over Aria, the crowd dispersing at once with his all commanding tone. He crouched down beside her, giving her body the once over, gulping deeply at the feel of her curves under his touch. Shaking his head while trying to ignore the unwanted thoughts that so helplessly followed. Wondering morbidly if it would be the second and last time he would be able to feel that magnetic pull he felt when their bodies touched.

Aria's tense muscles relaxed at the feel of Thor's hands smoothing down her legs and arms, checking for broken bones he was never going to find. A gasp left her lips when he lifted her T-shirt up just above her belly button, his fingers prodding gently at the softness of her flesh. It took all she had not to giggle, as his fingers tickled against her bare midriff.

Thor continued kneeding his hands softly around her precious torso, more than sure he would find something life threatening. Knowing there was absolutely no way a Midgardian could escape a collision like that with absolutely no lasting scars. His brow furrowed with suprise at finding absolutely no broken bones. Not even one. Even more surprising he found no cuts or bruises, not even a graze.

Aria lay before him, a vision of perfectness, her dark as night hair blanketing her defined features. She bent her hour glass curves, bringing her knees up to her chest. Thor's eyes widened, drawn to the definition of her hips and the swell of her backside in the tight black jeans she wore. He reached forward to stroke the silky hair away from her face, anxious to see her flawless skin and the rosy pink flush of her cheeks.

Aria's eye's fluttered open when she felt Thor's cold fingers brush against her clammy cheek. She recognised the painful look of anguish in his expressive blue eyes, the worry set deep within them.

"I'm ok, help me up please." She stuttered, trying to raise her head from the ground, twisting her body around. Thor's arms immediately reached out, cushioning his large hand behind her head.

"I don't think that's wise, you've been flung about five metres down the street. You need medical assistance. How are you even…" 

"Thor I'm fine, just dizzy. Help me stand please." Aria stopped him mid-sentence, desperate to get out of there before the ambulances arrived, not knowing how she was meant to explain how she was completely fine after being hit by a fast moving car and thrown at speed for quite a distance. The car alone should've broken bones and left her with internal bleeding and that's before she shattered onto the ground five metres down the street. She shouldn't even be alive, never mind perfectly capable of walking away unharmed.

Thor gave in and helped her to her feet, hooking his arms underneath hers and pulling her up gently. Aria's legs buckled when she stood but Thor was there to catch her and hold her steady, the bulk of him stood behind her as he waited for her to find her feet. 

Shaking loose from his grasp, squirming free, she turned to bolt but not before his thick fingers wrapped around her wrist. Aria's heart sank when she realised she wasn't getting away from his restraint, not then and maybe not ever. Thor wasn't about to lose her again, not after she was nearly taken from him for good.

The crowd of people that had gathered around to witness the miracle, the deception of logic, begin whispering between themselves. Sounds of astonishment filled the air at the spectacle before them. Thor pulled Aria against his chest, wrapping his arms around her back in an embrace. The warmth of his body was comforting for her,

the familiarity of his heartbeat thrumming against her ear. The sounds around them melting away as they held each other on the sidewalk, as they became lost in each other once more they heard the faint signs of cheering.

Aria let herself smile, she let herself be happy in the moment if for only a minute before the cheering and whistling was drowned out by the sound of approaching sirens. Thor noticed the visible panic on her face as she pulled back from him, searching the streets for a place to hide. 

If he knew anything after seeing that look in her eyes, that terrible look of fear in her emerald green, Doe eyes, he knew he would do absolutely anything to protect her. Thor knew it the first time he ever laid eyes on Aria, he would always do everything within his power to keep her safe.

Without a moment's hesitation he pulled Aria by the hand, taking her with him as he ran down the street. Glancing at her through his peripheral and taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her next to him, the feel of her fingers wrapped tightly around his hand as she gave her trust to him. The wind blowing through her shoulder length hair as they ran and realising that he hadn't needed to slow his pace so she could keep up. She was running at the exact same speed as him, running along side him effortlessly as they dodged the obstacles in their paths. Aria was just as agile, just as strong and with the exact same level of reflexes as Thor.

If Aria wasn't in a state of panic she would have enjoyed the feeling of running alongside Thor, to finally not have to hold back any longer. It was a big deal for her to put her trust in anybody let alone somebody she had just met but she didn't have much choice. She needed to get out of there and fast. 

They turned the corner together, down a narrower street lined with trash cans and through an even smaller alley.

With no where else to go, they stopped at the end of the alleyway, a metal gate blocking their way. Closed in with no where to escape but luckily no one to escape from. Thor leant one hand against the sturdy gate, studying Aria closely. Waiting with bated breath to see whether she would need to catch her breath, instead she looked up at him bright eyed, crinkling her nose in the cutest way. Then he heard the most glorious sound he has ever heard, like sweet music to his ears. 

Aria couldn't help herself, she looked up at the god of Thunder, a look of confusion etched on his chiselled face and she laughed. Not a cute little girly giggle either but a full belly laugh, holding on to her knees as she struggled to breath through it. The truth was, she hadn't felt that exhilarated in years, running away from danger usually wasn't so exciting for her but having a tall, strong, literal God by her side made her feel invincible. Cheating death also added to the thrill, to that untouchable feeling. She knew it wouldn't last long, it never does, but she would enjoy it while it lasted.

"Why are you laughing?" Thor couldn't hide the amusement in his voice from the warm feeling it gave him seeing Aria laugh.

"The look on… People's faces." She struggled to get out between laughing. Her pink cheeks turning red, her head feeling light from lack of air. "On your face." Her chest rattled as she finally started calming down.

"Yes, although it wasn't funny at the time, I can see why it would make you laugh." He leaned his body against the gate. The sound making Aria jump, goosebumps travelling up her arms as her ears pricked, the laughter dissipated. 

"Relax, it's just me." He soothed, taking note of how easily she startled. Not only eyes like a doe but the behaviour too. "So you're unbreakable, you have no trouble keeping up with my speed and your stamina almost matches mine. That's without even mentioning the feeling I get when I'm near you." 

The uneasy feeling came, as she knew it would. She was deluded to think she would automatically begin to trust. To forget about the way people had used and hurt her in the past. So much so that she'd built a giant wall, locked her heart up and thrown away the key. Luckily Thor had his own hammer to knock down that wall and nothing would stop him finding that key.

"So what are you saying Thor?" She didn't hide the annoyance in her voice. Resting her back against the brick wall and slumping down to the ground.

"I want to get to know you, to figure out why we're quite clearly connected in some way. I don't even know your name?" 

"My name is Aria and I don't know what I am. I've spent my lifetime trying to figure it out. And I don't know, ok?" Aria sniffs.

"It's ok, I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you Aria. What about your parents?" 

"I don't know my parents, they probably realised what a freak I am and sent me away." 

"I can help you." Thor pushes back from the gate and slides himself down next to her. "We're similar. And you can not deny the connection we have." He nudges her with his elbow, willing her to look at him just as the sound of footfall echoed down the alley towards them. They both turned their heads at the same time, in the direction of the noise. The footsteps drawing closer.