#idk... somethings just a little off but i did pass out minutes are finishing it so

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wait can u write about like katsuki and the readers son getting into an argument and when the reader tries to like console him he says something uncalled for or like touches them harshly (like shoving their arm away, nothing abusive) and it makes the reader all sad and when katsuki finds out he gets like super mad and defends his partner

idk what about it but im obsessed with dad katsuki right now

— My Wife; Your mother

AN: I'm sorry this request took so long, but thank you for being patient with me. I hope you enjoy, anon <3 Paring: Bakugo x f!reader wc: 1.4k

You hummed to yourself as you plated your son's favourite food— chicken alfredo. It was the weekend, which meant he did not have school today, but Katsuki was still at work, given that he did not have Saturdays off. You set the plate on the dining table and washed your hands in the sink, calling for your son to come downstairs.

"Fuyuto, lunch is ready!"

You waited a minute and sighed, assuming he was probably wearing his headset. You dried your hands and went upstairs to his room, knocking before opening the door. He was busy at his desk, clicking away on his keyboard with one hand busy with the mouse.

"Lunch's ready, Fuyuto. It's going to get cold." You reminded the teenager.

He lifted the headset off one ear and glanced at you before fixing his eyes on the monitor again, "I'm in an online game, ma. Just give me fifteen minutes!"

You raised your eyebrows and leaned against the doorframe, your arms crossed across your chest, looking at him with a look that said, 'We both know it's not going to be fifteen minutes.'

"Just fifteen minutes. I swear." He reassured.

"Don't forget. You had breakfast quite early, so don't skip lunch." You said, leaving him to his game.  

You made yourself a cup of tea and got busy with the new book you'd purchased last week. This was your favourite spot in the house. The sofa you currently sat on might be old, but it was still as comfortable as ever and held countless memories.

It had witnessed you and Katsuki move in together in your early twenties. The cushions sagged quite a bit from both of you cuddling on it. It had witnessed Katsuki's proposal for you to marry him while you were still sitting on it. It witnessed you caress your baby bump and the first time you held newborn Fuyuto in your arms. This sofa had watched your family grow, which was one of the many reasons why you refused to replace it.

You hadn't realised two hours had passed by when you remembered that Fuyuto still hadn't eaten. You put the book down and pinched the bridge of your nose. It wasn't that he disobeyed you. He tidied after himself, did well at school, had an organised schedule, and the only time he had for leisurely activities was the weekends, so you did not stop him from doing what he wanted to, but you grew concerned whenever he forgot his meals.

You got up and went to his room, determined to make him get up. You opened the door and frowned, "Fuyu. I believe it's been twelve ten minutes now."

"Wow." He replied absently from the bed, nose buried deep in a manga.

"I'm serious. Get up and eat." You said firmly.

"Tch, I'm not even hungry. I had two sandwiches for breakfast."

"Yes, and look at the time now."

"I'll eat with dad."

"If you don't come down for dinner, I'll personally-"

"Come and drag you down to dinner." He finished for you, giving you a cheeky smile. "Okay, ma. I get it."

You shook your head and went to your bedroom to fix your hair before Katsuki came. You'd just finished setting the dishes on the table and reheating the food when you heard the doorbell ring. You couldn't help but smile as you opened the door, knowing all too well who'd be behind it.

Katsuki stood there, still in his hero uniform, his eye mask brought up to his forehead, pushing hair out of his face. He gave you his usual wolfish grin and stepped inside, snaking a strong arm around you and pulling you into his chest. He leaned down and gave you a sweet little kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a few seconds too long, as if to say, 'I missed you.'

"Hey, sweetheart." He greeted at last, pulling away.

"Hi." You kissed his cheek and took off his eye mask, "How was work?"

"The usual," he replied, taking off his boots and neatly setting them on the shoe rack. "Not much action these days."

He stepped into the living room, catching a whiff of the aroma from the kitchen, "Mm, something smells good."

"Chicken alfredo." You smiled.

"Fuyu's faviroute, eh?" He caught you rolling your eyes at his words and raised a brow, "What was that?"

"It's his favourite, but he won't eat. He said he'd eat once you were home." You handed Katsuki his eye mask back and patted his arm. "Go get changed. I'll get him in the meantime."

You marched up the stairs and went straight for Fuyuto's room. The door was open just a crack, so you pushed it and stood at the entrance, "Your dad's home."

"Oh, okay." He replied, still in the same position as you previously left him. He still seemed to have no intentions of coming out of his room.

"I'm not here for an 'oh, okay.'" You scolded. "I've been begging you to eat since the afternoon, which I shouldn't have to be doing since you're almost a grown man."

"Well, then stop begging!" He yelled, looking up from the manga and giving you a glare.

Your eyes widened at him, a pang of hurt jabbing your chest at your own son, giving you a rage-filled glare. You took a step closer to his bed, "Fuyuto, I am your mother."

"I'm well aware."

"Fuyuto." You warned.

You could see a muscle in his jaw flicker as he stopped himself from firing back. Your shoulders sagged, and you exhaled slowly, gathering yourself. You gave him a small smile and gently took the manga out of his hands, placing a book bookmark between the pages. "Come on, meet Dad, have dinner and then do what you want. You have a whole other day off school, alright?"

You set the volume on his bedside table and turned to him to pat his hair. Except you did not get to pat his hair because your hand was shoved away before you could even touch him. You stood frozen in shock, your hand still mid-air.

You could see panic take over his eyes, the same colour as yours. He shifted uncomfortably, opening his mouth to say something but closing it again since he couldn't find the words.

"Fuyuto." An older, deeper voice called from the entrance and you both looked to see Katsuki. His lethal cardinal gaze was set on the teenager, his fists clenched tight with the veins protruding out.

"Did my eyes deceive me, or did you just fucking shove her hand?" Katsuki slowly stepped inside, and Fuyuto gulped, a sheen of sweat tricking down his temple.

"I didn't mean-"

"Don't give me that." Katsuki hissed, towering over Fuyuto's bed.

"I'm sorry, dad."

"The fuck are you apologising to me for? Do you realise whose hand you just shoved? My wife's. Your mother's. The same woman who carried you inside of her for nine months, and this is the shitty treatment you give her?"

Fuyuto's eyes remained on his sheets, too ashamed to say anything as Kasuki went on. "Yeah, she doesn't have to be caring about whether you eat or not because you're a grown-ass man, but she does because she's yer ma."

Katsuki continued to glower at him, "Apologise to her. Now."

Fuyuto lifted his eyes, almost unable to meet yours. You knew he regretted shoving your hand as soon as he'd done it, but you still waited for the apology. He got up from the bed and stood before you, almost as tall as his father.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, his voice cracking.

"That was hurtful, you know?" You said, putting a hand on your hip, observing his features overtaken by guilt. You lowered his head to your shoulder and patted his back lovingly. "I accept your apology."

"Thanks, ma." He whispered.

"Let's go downstairs." You kissed his cheek and left the room, leaving him with Katsuki.

Once you were out of earshot, Katsuki clapped a hand on his son's back and ruffled his hair. "That's not how you treat your mother." Saying these words felt odd to him, and he wondered if Masaru used to feel the same way as he did a few moments ago. It made him want to show up to his parents' place and give Mitsuki a hug.

"Or any woman." He added. "Got it?"

"Got it. Sorry, dad."

Katsuki smiled and briefly pressed Fuyuto's head to his chest before patting his back again, "Let's go then. She's waiting for us."

[always-just-red]

Oh I forgot to add 😭😭😭 be it fluff like jelly sylus but fluff maybe he trying to make the mc jelly too ? I’m going wild with ideas, I will be quiet

(Part 1 of ask) FINALLY finished this fic oh my goshhh I've loved it so much but writer's block was my constant companion for this one 🫠 Thanks for your patience!! Sy is jealous but I'm still pushing my 'Sylus is the softest man alive and would die before hurting MC' agenda, so I had to get a lil creative! Hope I've pulled it off idk 😭😭

Be Mine

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: Sylus is getting a little tired of sharing you with the other men in your life (and he doesn't mean Luke and Kieran 🙃)

Genre: lil bit of angst, comfort and fluff

Warnings/Additional tags: gn!reader, jealousy, other LIs mentioned, brief allusion to Raf's self-harm tendencies, cheating mentioned, some intimacy & kisses-- more soft than spicy!

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Sylus has spent centuries waiting for you, so he’s going to give you another minute.

Patience is not a virtue; it’s an old acquaintance he greets with a false smile whenever he’s forced to pass it on the street. Sometimes outside your building, whilst you’re chatting with a neighbour from the apartment above yours. Sometimes when you’re running late from a doctor’s appointment.

Patience has been cropping up a lot these days and gods, he’s sick of its face. Even now, it sits with him at this table for two as he sips at a glass that’s almost empty. There’s poetry in stalling, in savouring what’s left, especially as a waiter hovers anxiously nearby, anticipating the need for yet another refill (it would be the third).

Dregs of blood-red wine swirl with solemnity. Sylus is a patient man, a man who waits, but he doesn’t want to be. He wants the reward of it: the pot of gold at the end of that insipid rainbow. Hasn’t he waited enough?

He lifts his drink to his lips again.

“Sylus!”

They curve as he swallows the final drop.

“I’m so sorry,” you stammer, flinging yourself into the seat across from him so quickly that he’s cheated of the chance to rise and help you with your chair. “Sit back down,” you usher, because he had made a start on it, “really, Sy, I’m so, so sorry. Things at work just got crazy, and I—”

“You don’t have to explain, sweetie,” he smiles as he signals the waiter. He’ll have that refill, now, and he orders your favourite drink as you shrug off your coat and fumble with your bag, looking for something. “I’m more than familiar with the Association’s… dedication to a cause.”

You glance up with an amused smile. “We’re keeping you on your toes, huh?”

“Mmm. There is one hunter who’s proving to be a real thorn in my side.”

“You on top of that?”

“Most evenings, yes. Some mornings, too.”

You poke your tongue out at him. You’ve retrieved a compact mirror and you use it to study your dishevelled reflection. “Is everything all right at work?” he asks as you fuss over your hair.

“Yeah,” you puff. “Long story.”

“We have time.”

With a warmer smile, you stash your mirror away and sequester your bag by your feet. “You sure?” He gives you a look. “Fine,” you chuckle. “Basically, Xavier forgot to write up some reports. He’s been away on an ultra-secret, special mission or whatever—” you tap your nose conspiratorially— “which I didn’t just tell you, okay? But yeah, the reports weren’t done, and they were due tonight, so…”

Sylus raises an apathetic eyebrow. “He asked you to help?”

“Begged me, more like.”

Of course he did. The waiter arrives with your drinks and Sylus has never been gladder for a distraction. His mouth is full of pettiness, bitterness, so he drowns it with wine. You could have called. Texted. “So kitten’s been playing secretary, hmm?” he goads instead.

“That would imply kitten could keep track of time,” you pout, “so no. And speaking of playing a part—” you poke his nose— “you’re allowed to be mad at me. I should have called you. Texted. So let me have it, yeah? I feel bad enough already without you being all… perfect.”

You’re only teasing, but Sylus doesn’t feel perfect. He’s thinking about you working late with your partner, laughing at his jokes, poking him with your pen to keep him from falling asleep on his paperwork. He smirks, regardless. “What if I want you to feel bad?”

“Oh, gods,” you slump forwards, face-down on the table. “How long were you waiting?”

“Years.”

You fake cry into the tablecloth. “Don’t, Sy. Just tell me the truth. How bad was it?”

“Really, years,” he insists again, folding his arms on the table and sliding forwards, too. His chin is resting on his hands, and he blows at the top of your head. “Look.” Your face lifts so you can peer at him. He pinches his hair. “I’ve even gone grey, see?”

You sit up the tiniest bit more and your noses are almost brushing. “It looks nice,” you whisper.

“You think so?”

“Mmm. Suits you.”

Your eyes are every gem— every jewel in an illicit auction Sylus has to steal away from the rest of the world, because something that pretty just has to be his; it will find no worthier home than his hands. His devotion fills vaults. Aren’t they spilling with emeralds, rubies, sapphires, diamonds— those reckless imitations of your gaze? No-one else could deserve them, adore them like he does.

And they’ve nothing on the real thing.

Someone clears their throat and Sylus tracks the noise begrudgingly. The anxious waiter is back, clutching menus this time. You sit up fully, laughing to break the tension, and sure enough, Sylus feels less like hurling the man through the nearest window.

He’s still thinking about it though. He tells the waiter as much with a smile, and the menus are passed over with shaking hands. When Sylus says, “thank you,” it sounds like a bomb, ticking.

“Play nice,” you tut, once the waiter’s cleared the blast radius.

“Sweetie, when do I ever not play nice?”

You blink back at him disbelievingly. This should be good. “How about the time that you—?”

A familiar ringtone interrupts you, and your eyes widen in apology as you grab at your bag, rifling around for your phone. You find it— check the call and decline it— but relief is hiding, refusing to set foot on stage. Not yet, it confers to Sylus darkly, because it knows what comes next.

“Do you need to…?” he asks anyway.

“Nah, it was just Rafayel. Thanks, though.” You set the phone down. “Where was I?”

“You were about to tell me what a terribly bad man I am, sweetie.”

“Right!” you giggle. No, not yet. “So how about the time that you…” The phone rings again. You check it. Decline it. “How about the time that you—ugh!” It’s ringing again.

Sylus taps a finger on the table, impatiently patient. You can’t mute the wretched thing: the next call you miss would be a Wanderer, tearing through an orphanage or the like. It’s the reason you check, even when there’re no orphans at stake— just a pest of an artist with too much time on his hands.

Except… “Oh,” you say, glancing downwards, “it’s Zayne. I should probably—” Sylus gives a half-smile of blessing, but you weren’t waiting around for it— “hey, Zayne! I can’t talk right now, unless— Raf? What the hell? How did you get Zayne’s phone?”

You pull yours away from your ear as a string of whines come through:

“— ignore my calls, don’t even text me to ask what’s up, and then pick up his call right away? You hate me, right? Just say that you hate me, cutie.”

“I don’t hate you, Raf.” The phone is back to your ear. “I’m busy. Now seriously, how did you get— oh, hi, Zayne. Why is Raf…?” Sylus can hear a deeper voice answering your questions. “He’s at the—? Shit, is he okay? Ugh, tell him I can hear him. Tell him I know he’s not dying.”

You meet Sylus’s eyes as conflict erupts on the other end of the call. Sorry, you mouth as static filters through, interspersed with broken words and curses. The doctor’s voice prevails. “Yeah, Zayne,” you speak back to it. “I’ll call Thomas, get him to pick him up. Mmhmm? Oh!” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “I forgot, he’s at that stupid art thing. Look, maybe later, I can…”

The artist’s shrill tone is protesting.

“I know it’s my job, Raf!” you counter. “But gimme a break, please. If it was any other night, you know I’d be there. Of course I wanna be there! But I can’t—”

It’s just a slip of the tongue— words you don’t even realise you’re saying— but Sylus still feels his heart sink. He hates it. A heart is so difficult to argue with: it’s long gone before you can talk any sense into it. He stands from the table, those priceless eyes of yours pursuing him. When you tilt your head, he musters a smile, then a weak excuse: “I’m just stepping outside for a moment.”

You nod, a follow-up question on the tip of your tongue, but then there’s a voice in your ear again— two voices— and you’re you, so of course you listen.

…

Sylus waits on a bench outside the restaurant, closing his eyes as he waits for his heart to come back.

It’s only been a few minutes. He’s thinking about your eyes, your nose and lips— an inch from his— and how he should have closed that gap before it grew treacherous. Shouldn’t he be done with this? This… longing? You’re his. You’ve told him you’re his, over and over again, but he finds himself needing to hear it once more; the ghost of your voice is starting to lack persuasion.

He is yours without exception, but you? There’s always a caveat. I’m yours, Sylus. But only so long as the city is quiet. I’m yours, Sylus. Until someone else calls. The door to the restaurant opens— he can hear it— but he doesn’t open his eyes. He wants to pretend.

I’m yours, Sylus. No caveats. No exceptions.

“Sylus.”

He swallows the dread in his throat.

“I’m sorry,” you entreat softly. His eyes open, and you’re wearing your coat, holding your bag. “I have to run to the hospital— it’s this whole thing. Raf, like, passed out or something. He’s not been eating again. Zayne said when something like this keeps happening, it’s a sign that… yeah. He just… needs someone. And he hasn’t got anyone else, you know?”

“I understand.” You’re worried about your friend. That’s all it is.

Why can’t he believe that’s all it is?  

You come over and sink down on the bench beside him, looping your arm through his and giving it a reassuring squeeze. Don’t you know that he’s afraid? That a selfish, spiteful part of him wants to hide you— with the rest of his treasures— away from the light, so he can love you in the dark?

There’s a sigh as you lean against him, savouring his touch like the wine one swirls in a glass when their thoughts are elsewhere. It’s gone in a mouthful; you check your watch, and he hopes it’s bitter.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

No, he would rather be sweet for you, but look at you— making him lie. “I’m okay,” he says, and it doesn’t have a drop of conviction. He’s tired of philanthropy.

…

“What are you gonna do? Come on, tell us. Tell us! What are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know, Luke. Give me a second, okay? Jeez.”

You literally just got here. Your pace is brisk and the night air still clings to you— you shed a layer of it by peeling your arms out of your coat. Luke and Kieran are close behind, keeping to your heels like terriers hoping you’ll trip with a plateful of food. They’ll take even a crumb at this point.

“You gonna fight him?” Kieran nudges, but your lips stay tight.

“Oh, you’re so gonna fight him,” Luke takes away from the silence.

You don’t know what you’re going to do. You’ve reached a decadent lounge, lavished with black and gold, and you throw your coat over the arm of a chair before starting to wrestle off your combat boots. You’ve been off work for hours, but it doesn’t feel like it. One call-to-duty after another; first the hospital, now this.

Mephisto caws in greeting from a nearby perch. “I’m not gonna fight him,” you say as your second boot drops with a clunk. “I just need to—”

“Say no more,” Luke cuts you off. “We want in.”

With a tired sigh, you gaze up at the twins at last. Kieran is readying a fist: punching his hand softly, the beak of his mask low and threatening. Beside him, Luke swings a baseball bat over his shoulder. He didn’t have it a second ago. Where did he even—?

You put your hands on your hips. “You guys got a death wish or something?”

“Yes!” they enthuse together, nodding excitedly.

You haven’t got time to ask. Your focus drifts to Sylus’s bedroom door, where music is leaking with honeylike light. You can’t count the number of times you’ve fallen over that threshold, exhausted— always slightly broken. You want to crawl into cool silk sheets and a warmer embrace, but there’s one small problem.

The text that had brought you here, anxious and out of breath:

Boss is with someone.

“What’re you thinking?”

You’re closer to the door, now, and Luke’s whisper makes you jump. You spin, twisting the bat from his fingers and pushing him back until the tip is pressed to his throat. “Get back,” you hiss, before levelling the weapon at an encroaching Kieran, “both of you.”

Luke leaps behind his brother— swinging him between you for protection. The baseball bat stays hovering, and Luke peeks over Kieran’s shoulder, swatting at it like an indignant kitten.

“Stop it,” you scold, poking back at his hand and his masked face. “Begone!”

“Yes, boss!” Kieran goes to move, but Luke is holding him in place. He’s dragged backwards: a human shield until they can both scurry around the turn of a corridor.

You smile fondly. You forget, for just a moment, that you’re alone and full of uncertainty. The song in the next room lulls, at its inevitable end, and then you can’t forget. You’re stood in silence, staring at a door you’ve never had to knock before. Another song starts up.

Whatever this is, you can handle it.

You use the baseball bat to tap against the dark wood. “Sylus?” you call.

He makes you wait. You can hear him, moving around— unmistakably taking his time— but you don’t mind. You’re running scenarios through your head. Is he in on this, too? Or…?

He opens the door and oh, he definitely is. His silk robe hangs haphazardly over his figure, one side threatening to slip from his shoulder and the belt dangerously loose at the middle. A flush is tinting his face, spreading down through his neck, past his collarbone and lower, you think, but you’re trying not to look.

“Sweetie,” he purrs in the way that tells you he’s up to no good, “what a pleasant surprise.” His eyes flit downwards. “And you’re armed, too.”

There’s a breathlessness to the observation, and your ability to breathe briefly eludes you as well. His hair is damp and unkempt, his skin warm, his gaze hot. Is this a test? It feels like a test.

“Are you alone?” you snap, because he’s clearly put some thought into whatever it is, and you’re a good sport, so you’ll play along.

“No,” he says, but then: “You know you’re always with me in spirit, kitten. Even if not in—” another downwards glance— “body.”

“Sylus.”

“Mmm?”

“I’m going to ask you one more time.” You catch his chin with your free hand, forcing his gaze back to your face. “And I want a real answer.” He swallows thickly. “Are you alone?”

His submission is fragile. He lifts his hand, wraps his fingers around your wrist like a reminder of the fact. “Careful, sweetie.” His grip tightens as his voice drops. “Think about what you’re asking.”

“I know what I’m asking.” You snatch your hand free and step closer. “Get out of my way.”

Sylus narrows his eyes, but soon relaxes. He sweeps a hand through his hair, chuckling as he obeys— moving aside to let you past. You storm through, looking over every visible inch of his room. There’s nothing to see, of course. No clothes that aren’t yours pooled over the floor. No lover wrapped up in his bedsheets.

“Just what exactly are you looking for?” he asks smugly behind you.

“Save it, Sylus.” Your pretend patience is gone. “The twins told me everything.”

So you start searching more strenuously. You make your way over to his bed, baseball bat slung over your shoulder as you check behind the far side— even stooping to peek under it. You open the wardrobe. Nothing. Use the baseball bat to push back the curtains, letting in more blood-red moonlight. Nothing. You huff in frustration.

“You know, don’t you?” Sylus says quietly.

He’s leant against the doorway, arms crossed, and you spare him a glance. “Know what?”  

“That there’s no-one here.”

It sounds like defeat. “I’m taking this very seriously, actually,” you dismiss as you roll open the drawer of his bedside table, where no-one is hiding. You move on to even more absurd places: lifting flowers out of their vase to glance about inside it, peering into the horn of his vintage gramophone.

You’d hoped your antics would elicit at least a short laugh, or a scoff of amusement. There’s nothing, though, so you plonk onto the bed— defeated, yourself— and look to the man as you set your weapon down.

He looks back with an insincere smile. “How did you know?”

“That you weren’t really with someone? Because you’re you, Sylus. The key to a good prank?” Your fingers twinkle in the air beside your head. “Believability. Besides—” now a forefinger taps at your temple— “nothing gets past this.”

“Your ego?” he guesses with a smirk that is sincere, if nothing else.

“My brain, Sy.”

“Ah.”

Your ego— tsk. Your feet are dangling from the bed, playing with a slipper they’ve fished out from underneath it, and you have half a mind to launch it at him. This doesn’t feel like one of your usual games, though, and you’ve had a whole ride through the N109 Zone to figure out why.

“I really hurt you, didn’t I?” you speak like a confession, staring down at the floor so you don’t have to meet his eyes. “That’s what all this is about, right? You wanted to get back at me for dinner?”

“No, I—”

“I get it.” Your feet find the second slipper. “I do. I mean, it was a really shitty thing to do— walking out on you like that. Especially after you waited for me. You went to all that effort, and I— ah.” You’ve toed one of the slippers out of reach.

“Allow me,” comes a voice that’s suddenly close. Sylus’s figure looms over you before he’s crouching, kneeling by your feet. He still looks like a mess of sin, but he’s gentle as he retrieves the slipper for you. Removes your socks for you. Slides a slipper onto each of your cold feet. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he mutters.

You let out a sigh. “Sylus.” You’re scolding him, and he gazes up at you, his eyes garnets of adoration only you could afford. “You can tell me anything, you know.”

“I know, sweetie.”

“So why won’t you tell me how you feel?”

He sits back on his knees, his thumb drawing circles on the inside of your ankle. The ministrations are mindless, and so are his words: “How I feel is not important.”

“Of course it is!” You pull away from him. “Don’t say things like that.”

“But I thought I could tell you anything, kitten.”

It’s a nick from a blade that could do much worse; he wants you to feel how sharp it is. His smile is a warning and he’s waiting for the hunter in you to strike back, because violence is what you’re good at. What you’re both good at. It hurts, but it’s easy.

You shift forward on the bed. “Sylus… you don’t need to protect me. Not from you. Not from anything you feel. I want you to be happy, to tell me if you’re unhappy. I don’t need you to—” your fingers skirt over his chest and you falter inexplicably— “to sacrifice yourself for me.”

Sylus looks down to where you’re tracing the shape of his heart on his skin. He lets out a long, beleaguered breath, then leans closer to you, his head turning away as he settles it on your lap. Your hands find his hair instinctually, threading through it in slow, meandering motions.

“I want you to be mine,” he admits on another sigh.

He can’t see you smile, but he’ll hear it in your voice: “I am yours, Sy—”

“No— just mine.”

He won’t make it a demand. Even asking you nicely has him breathless and still, like the drawn-out pause of a finished symphony. Your hands stop moving, out of respect for the quiet. You’re remembering the times you’ve been late out of your building because you’d stumbled into Xavier in the lobby. The doctor’s appointments that always overrun, and Rafayel’s ‘emergency’ phone calls.

“Come and sit with me,” you mumble, patting the bed beside you.

When Sylus does, it’s with the same reluctance a cat surrenders a sliver of sun. Lazy and listless— still warm from the light. The bed sinks under his weight and you turn to face him. His robe’s collar has fallen further, so you hook a finger under it to draw it back up to his neck. Then you straighten the lapels, smoothing them over distractedly.

He’s watching your face, not the movements of your hands. Your cheeks feel warm. “I was speaking to Rafayel earlier, and we—”

A groan, and Sylus is no longer at your fingertips; he’s flopped down backwards on the bed, his hand over his face. You can’t help giggling— you’ve broken the big, bad boss of Onychinus, it seems. Is that all it takes? You grin as you lie down with him, settling on your side, propped up on an elbow. He doesn’t stir when you fix a few stray strands of his hair.

“We talked about boundaries,” you continue. “How I can’t be on call twenty-four seven, and how he’s going to take better care of himself, so I don’t have to be.”

Sylus has moved his hand, ever so slightly.

There’s more: “I’m gonna call in sick to work tomorrow. I made a deal with Xavier, that’s why I stayed late today. He’ll cover for me.” You shift closer. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I know I can’t always be with you, but I am always thinking of you, I promise. You’re always with me in spirit, Sy, even if not in—” you press a quick kiss to his chest— “body.”

He chuckles at the words, or maybe the touch tickled.

You grin down at him. “I’m yours. Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“No! Ugh, just—” Smart-ass! You flick his forehead as he laughs quietly. “Not the words ‘I’m yours’, say that I’m—”

His hand is at your face, pulling you in so he can kiss you. It’s slow and it’s patient; he’s taking his time, and you won’t slip away. You can feel his smile. “You’re mine,” he murmurs when he finally withdraws. One more kiss, lighter, on the tip of your nose. “Just mine.”

Always. You let him pull you into an embrace, snuggling into his warmth like you’ve been wanting to from the moment you last left it. You can hear his heartbeat beneath the lullaby of his breath. “Sy?” you whisper.

“Hmm?”

“You look really hot when you’re pretending to cheat on me.”

He scoffs, but a yawn comes before his response. “Don’t get any ideas, kitten.”

Your quiet is pensive. “I have this lunch with Zayne later this week. I really should text him to find out—”

The grip around you constricts, and a voice is in your ear, soft and possessive:

“What did I just say?”

[cherriegyuu]

whispers of desire | c.sc | part one

pairing: incubus seungcheol x f!reader  genre: smut, angst, fluff - minors do not interact word count: 7.3k summary: when you cut a deal with the demon king, the man who shows up to help is nothing like you imagined warnings: mentions of god, demons and religion, infertility, infidelity, knives, breeding kink, masturbation, creampie, dirty talking ish, begging, multiple orgarms, unprotected sex, piv, forced orgasm. jeonghan (idk, he deserves a warning too)

a/n: and finally after i don't even know how many months, i finished part one. i really want to thank @ssinboo who not only helped me brainstorm this, but who motivated me into picking it up again. @joonsytip and @nothoughtsjustfic who read it over and promised me that it was good. thank you so much to all three of you, this one would have never left my wips if not for you. i truly hope you enjoy this and if you do please leave comment, i would love to know you thoughts about it! it's 17 minutes past midnight, but i'm going to count this as a valentine's day special

You looked once again at the waiting room—the light gray walls, the black furniture, the small splashes of color here and there. It was mostly modern and imponent but dark. You felt out of place in your bright yellow sweater and almost white pants. You looked like an egg, but when you realized what you had done, it was too late. You were already in the Uber, getting the most incredulous look from the driver. 

The watch on your wrist seemed to mock you. You arrived too early for your appointment, too nervous to stay any longer in your apartment, too queasy to go to the nearby cafe and waste some time. 

You had been sitting on that extremely comfortable couch for 10 minutes, the pretty receptionist giving you suspicious looks followed by insincere smiles. You were so close to just getting up and walking out the door.

It had been a stupid idea. A desperate attempt at one last resort to reaching your dream. The one thing you wanted in life since you were sixteen. But it was, indeed, stupid. How was it possible that a man without a last name, who obviously wasn’t a doctor, could help you get pregnant? Even if he happened to have a magic dick, which you doubted, there was still no chance of you getting pregnant. The problem wasn’t on the sperm donor, it was in you. 

For years, you tried getting pregnant. During the first year you and your husband, now ex-husband, tried in the most natural way: fucked every chance you got, at the most random places, tracking your cycles every month. You knew that for some people getting pregnant took a little more time, so at first, you didn’t think much of it. You managed to convince yourself that the reason why you weren’t getting pregnant was because you had just gotten off birth control and sometimes — most times — the hormones messed up a little too much with the body.

After a year, something felt strange, and little red signs started to go off in your head. It wasn’t natural to take that long, at least according to everyone you knew, so you set a meeting with the doctor and did all the tests in the book. When the results came back and showed that you were infertile it was like the world came crashing down.

In life, many of your plans failed and many of your dreams were taken from you, however being a mother was one that you always carried with you. It was a dream that was yours, truly yours and you didn’t need anyone to make it happen for you. Of course, you couldn’t make a baby on your own, but in the end, it was always your choice. If you didn’t have a husband, you could go to a sperm bank and just choose someone.

Along with your dream, your marriage was also one that didn’t last long. After the initial shock of not being able to have a baby slowly started to pass and the fog that clouded your mind started to lift, you started to think of other ways you could become a mother.  Adoption seemed like a natural path. Your husband, however, didn’t agree with the idea, which led to many fights and eventually a divorce.

The idea of adoption didn't leave you, so you sought out ways to adopt on your own. While the adoption process in itself was excruciatingly difficult as a married person, by yourself was nearly impossible. You went to many people and asked for advice on how to proceed, how to present yourself, what to say and do in front of the social workers. All of them said the same thing “the chances of you getting approved for adoption are very low”.

Every day that went by, with each breath you took, you felt as if the dream of being a mother escaped you, like sand slipping through your fingers.

One day, like many others, you were searching for ways to adopt as a single parent when you came across a forum post talking about an unnamed man who could get anyone to do anything, even things that seemed impossible. You had snorted at the post and almost closed the tap when the word pregnancy seemed to flash in front of your eyes, like a moth drawn to a flame. After you saw it, there was no way you could have closed the tab and moved on to something different. 

You read post after post, comment, after comment, about all of these women who had gotten pregnant after losing all hope. All of them mentioned the same name, Jeonghan. There was no last name. On the very last post was a phone number.

There wasn't enough time to question yourself or your actions, the next thing you knew you had the phone pressed to your ear, setting up a meeting for later that day.

The fact that you were able to set an appointment on such short notice should have made alarms ring in your head. But the alarms only went off while you sat in the waiting room. 

You suddenly stood up and walked to the pretty secretary who was hiding behind the computer.

“Sorry, hi” you waited until she looked at you, and the same polite smile greeted you “Something came up, I need to leave… I'm really sorry”

As the words left your lips the door on the other side of the waiting room opened. A man with a kind smile and hair long enough to cover his forehead greeted you. Despite his smile being inviting, his eyes told an entirely different story. 

“Please, come in”

The little alarms inside your mind suddenly turned silent and the need to flee turned into the desire to follow him inside that office. 

You turned to look at the receptionist, who in return offered you an encouraging nod and smile.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I had some files that needed attention”

The man, who you could assume was Jeonghan, pulled a chair for you to sit on. He only let go of the chair once you were seated.

“It's okay”

His office was very similar in style to the waiting room, except for the leather chair and the industrial-looking desk. There was no computer, no bookshelf, no degree attached to the wall, just some creepy paintings that looked maybe a little too dark and tenebrous to an office. His desk was also empty of any files, phones, and pens. It was hard to believe that he was going over some files when there was nothing to look at.

“How can I help you today?”

For a second his eyes turned dark, entirely black, before going back to the dark brown color. Eyes of a snake, the words flashed in front of you. Your hold on the straps of your purse tightened until your knuckles turned to white.

It was a mistake going there.

It took an enormous amount of strength to push your body into a standing position.

“I'm sorry, I can't stay” you managed to force the words out, doing your best to smile and sound apologetic “Something came up”

Jeonghan leaned forward, his chin resting on his hand.

“Now, we know that's a lie” there was humor in his voice “You came here for a baby, so do us both a favor and sit down”

It was like your will to leave the room was suppressed by a hand pushing you down back on the chair. That same hand seemed to be holding you in place.

“See? That wasn't so hard”

The back of your neck started to grow cold, your hands sweaty. Your heartbeat with the force of a horse. His eyes turned into snake eyes once again. You felt your entire body grow cold. This time he flashed his eyes for a little more than a second.

“If you promise to be good, I'll stop holding you down” he raised his eyebrows at you, his tone almost bored now “Okay?”

It was a strange sight, a man who was around your age — or at least you thought so –, with soft features to have such eyes. Strange didn't even start to describe it, terrifying was a more precise word, and yet, you weren't scared. 

Perhaps you were at first, after all your initial reaction had been to escape, but while sitting there looking at him you were just curious.

“If you can stop with the eyes,” you used your index and middle finger to point at your own eyes “sure, we'll talk”

Jeonghan pouted but complied. In a millisecond the snake eyes were gone at the same time the pressure on your shoulders subsided. 

“You don't know how to have fun, do you?”

You didn’t bother to answer, you knew that no matter what you said those words wouldn’t make any difference to him and you were sure that your definition of fun was entirely different from his.

“So, a child. That's what you want, your deepest desire?” Jeonghan raised a hand to stop you from talking as if he changed his mind “Of course it is, you don’t have to say it”

It was the way he said it that made a shiver run through your spine. You shouldn’t have gone there. You should have asked someone else to go with you, though who could have been that person was unknown to you.

“Did you bait me into coming here?”

“Well, yeah” he laughed “I'm sure you saved that forum but if you go back there won't be much to see. Let's be realistic here and say that what you want, can be done”

You rolled your eyes and sighed. It wasn't a reaction to what he had said, it was to what you had believed. 

“You were so pathetically desperate that it was so easy getting to you” Jeonghan taunted you “Just one word, one post on a random website was enough to get you here and so fast too! Was it a couple of hours ago?”

Biting your bottom lip was the only possible way to keep your mouth shut, to keep the very much not polite fuck you in the silence of your mind. You tried to get up again, not really willing to sit there and be mocked, but as soon as you made the slightest movement you felt that hand again on your shoulder holding you down, this time much more forceful than the previous one.

“You said that we were going to talk, so, let’s talk”

“I want to go,” you said between your teeth “now”

Jeonghan tilted his head to the side, his snake eyes making an appearance again.

“Silly girl, you should have listed to your grandma when she warned you about what your wishes could bring” a sickening smile made its way to his face, paired with his eyes made your stomach drop all the way down to your toes “Now you can only leave when I saw so”

A sudden memory crossed your mind, one from your childhood. Of you sitting in your grandma’s lap when you couldn’t be older than seven. She said don’t wish for impossible things, you never know who or what could be listening. Your grandma was catholic, always with her rosary in her hand, or wrapper around her wrist or on her neck.

It became painfully obvious who Jeonghan was. From the snake eyes, the smile, how graceful he looked.

“Shit” the curse was almost silent.

He smiled once again, his eyes back to normal. It was all the confirmation you needed from him.

Nights had become a lonely part of the day, not that they were eventful before the divorce but at least you weren't always by yourself. 

Somehow you had allowed yourself to become one of those people who are only friends with their husband's friends so when the divorce happened it was obvious that most Of them — in this case, all of them — stayed with your ex-husband. You also hadn't really helped the situation when you closed yourself off. It had become too much, finding out that you were infertile, a possible affair from your husband, and the inevitable divorce. It was only natural for you to isolate yourself.

It seemed though that not many people seemed to understand it. Your so-called friends, who you cried with when the results came back, seemed to think that crying over was ridiculous, that one week was more than enough to move on from the entire thing, it's not like you don't have a life outside of this dream. 

And while all of that was true, it was much easier saying it than doing it. You felt as if you were spiraling down with nothing to hold onto, without anyone by your side. 

So, nights by yourself, with a bottle of wine and some takeout had become your new normal.

You were in the kitchen when you heard a faint knock on the door. Since visitors were few and you weren't expecting anyone, you assumed that it was on your neighbor. Someone probably knocking with a little more strength than necessary. It wasn't unusual. Your neighbor had loud and often drunk friends you had gotten used to their shenanigans during the three years you lived there.

All you did was keep doing the dishes, swaying your body from side to side with the music you had been playing in the background as you tried your best to forget that entire week and how you had willingly walked into a pile of shit but had no idea of how to get out of it.

The sound of the door opening made you close the faucet. A look at the clock above the door told you that there was no way for your neighbors to be back yet, not when you had heard them leave less than an hour before. You didn’t know why you thought that it could have been them. There was no doubt that the opened door was in your apartment.

You took a knife from the holder, wrapping your hand tightly around the handle. Your hand was still wet from doing the dishes so you held onto the knife as strongly as you could, until your knuckles turned white.

The one good thing about old apartments is that there were certain places that cracked and you knew exactly where those were, so you also knew how to avoid them. Whoever was in your apartment didn’t.

A small part of your brain hoped that it was your ex-husband. If it was, the worst thing that would happen was for you to look like an idiot in front of him, for the millionth time since you met him. Looking stupid was much much better than having to deal with an intruder or a murderer.

You took one last breath before pushing your bedroom door fully open.

“Don’t you dare throw that knife at me”

A man in a purple suit stood in the center of your room. His hair was bright red, pushed back. He looked like he had come out of one of those comic books your brother read as a child. He had your wedding album in his hand. He went through the pages, a pout in his lips and he scanned all the pictures, assessing what he was seeing.

“It’s not polite to hold a knife at your guest,” he said matter of factly.

“Who the fuck are you?” your grip on the handle tightened as if such a thing was even possible to begin with.

He turned the photo album to you, showing you a picture of yourself alone, smiling after throwing the bouquet at your wedding. It was a spontaneous picture, a true smile. That woman in the picture was an entirely different person. Looking at her it was hard to believe that you had been her at some point in time.

“You looked happier here” he pointed out, turning the album back to himself, still pouting “I don’t think she’d hold a knife at a guest”

“Who are you?” you demanded again, your voice louder, desperate.

The man rolled his eyes at you, finally closing the book and throwing it on your bed.

“Think about it, we both know you’re smart” he lightly raised his eyebrows at you “A little over a week ago you had a weird… dream? That’s what you made yourself think, wasn’t it?”

For a moment it was hard to pull air inside your lungs.

You thought that you had gone crazy. You clearly remembered getting out of the apartment, of going downtown in an Uber, of the waiting room, of talking to Jeonghan. But you didn’t remember walking out of the building or how you got home. You just… somehow found yourself back in your bed, in your pajamas in the middle of the night. The clock marked 3:33 AM.

“That was Jeonghan’s fault so I won’t hold it over your head too much. He likes to play tricks like that”

He sat on your bed, arms stretched back, thighs parted. A cocky smile on his lips and you could swear that your legs melted a little when you noticed that he had nothing under the suit jacket.

“Who are you?” you asked again, this time your voice wasn’t as loud or as demanding.

The man raised his eyebrows again and you could swear that it did something to you, tickling a place you didn’t know it needed to be tickled. He moved his chin lightly as if pointing to the knife. You sighed and put the knife down, holding it closer to your body. But that wasn't enough for the man, he pointed at the dresser. You rolled your eyes but did as asked. You didn't dare to get closer to him though. You simply crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against it. 

"I'm Seungcheol," the man said, only when he was sure that there was no chance of you stabbing him "Choi Seungcheol"

"I didn't know demons had last names"

His pout was still in place, as he seemed to be thinking of what to say next.

"We're civil enough, though me coming in without your permission might not be the best proof of character" he was quick to add when you opened your mouth to object. 

It didn't matter how much you tried, nothing came to mind when you thought about your conversation with Jeonghan. All of it was a big blank. You remembered getting there, him scaring you, the realization of who he was but nothing after that.

“The word you’re looking for is demon king,” he said. 

His eyes seemed to assess you, each and every movement you made. Seungcheol’s eyes never left you, not even for a second. When you moved to the chair on the opposite side of the room he followed you, adjusting his own body he would be seated directly in front of you. 

If your memory served you right, which at that point you had no idea, Jeonghan seemed to know what you were thinking. You were inclined to think that he couldn’t actually read your thoughts because according to Seungcheol, again if you could take his words for anything, demons too were civil and would just be way too invasive, but he was awfully good at knowing exactly what you were thinking. But then again, Jeonghan seemed to know way too much in the first meeting. Were the files he was looking at something like your life’s history? Where you were born, about your parents, your first boyfriend, your college crush, your husband, and everything that happened after?

You did your best not to focus too much on the demon king thing. If you did, your mind would take you somewhere else entirely and you weren’t sure if you could go there at that moment. Actually, you were sure you shouldn’t, especially because if you did the man in front of you, or a demon, would probably laugh. And being laughed at wasn’t something you were ready for at the moment.

“Okay,” you said slowly, exhaling all the air in your lungs all at once “Jeonghan is the demon king”

Seungcheol nodded, a small smile on his lips as he was proud of a child who had just given a correct answer. 

“That makes you…?”

“An incubus”

You closed your eyes for a second, folding your legs in front of you. Incubus… the demon who would sleep with women in their sleep and get them pregnant, and these women birthed demon-like children. 

Fantastic.

“So, magic dick,” you said, half not believing what you were saying, on how easily it seemed for you to understand it all “Great” 

That seemed to pull out an honest laugh out of Seungcheol, to the point a dimple made its way into his cheek. You couldn't help but smile along with him.��

“Something along those lines, yes”

He stood up, his eyes no longer filled with laughter and amusement. They had turned darker, hungry even. At that very second you felt like a prey under his eyes. You bit your bottom lip and he got closer to you, his eyes focused on your lips as he moved deliberately slowly to get to you. It seemed that your room was much, much, bigger than it actually was, almost like there was an entire runaway between him and you. 

You stood up as well, though that was probably a bad idea, considering how wobbly your legs felt. 

Seungcheol smiled, not in the cute and almost condescending way of before, but in a way that was much darker and held so many promises at the same time. He took your hand, pulled you towards the center of the room, walking backward.

“So, this is it? No flirting, no nice words, no dinner. Just straight-up sex” 

You hoped that your tone was light, teasing. Though there was nothing light about the way you were feeling. The few inches of your skin that were under his touch felt like were on fire. 

It had been a long time since you were with anyone, your husband was the last one a year and a half before. That wasn't to say that you hadn't found any sort of pleasure, but it had always been by yourself.

You couldn't help but wonder if part of the heat on your skin came from the lack of contact or if it was because of him. Something told you that it was a mix of both. 

“Well, you had dinner before I even got here and I thought you holding a knife was flirting”

Seungcheol circled you. The hand that held Yours suddenly pressed on your stomach, holding you against his firm chest. He pressed his nose to the crook of your neck. Giving him more access to your skin felt almost natural.

You felt his lips on the back of your neck. It started as a chaste kiss, followed by the burn of his teeth sinking into your skin and then soothed by his tongue flat over the space he had just bitten. 

“Are you a vampire?” you hoped your voice sounded steady but even to your ears it was breathy, close to a moan. The thing… the man… had barely touched you and you were ready to just melt under him. 

Seungcheol’s chest vibrated against your back and he leaned into your neck once again, now biting the other side. 

“Never met one of those, but if you want, I can become one for the night”

It suddenly crossed your mind “would he do anything I ask?” but you didn’t have it in you to ask. More than that, you didn’t know what to ask. You wanted too much but at the same time, you weren't sure where to begin. 

Slowly, Seungcheol ran his hand down your body. You felt your core tighten at the proximity, wetness slowly damping your panties. You were in a haze, one you didn’t want to come out of. 

“Tell me what you want. Whatever you want, however, you want it. It’s all yours”

It was like he had somehow heard your thoughts. Was that also part of his abilities? Magic dick and mind reading? Seemed like good powers to have. 

He nuzzled your neck again, this time placing kisses all over your skin as he slid down the strap of your shirt and continued his discovery of your skin. But your shoulder was not the place you wanted to feel him the most, it was not the spot that was craving for attention. 

Seungcheol ran his nose over your shoulder, the curve of your neck, up to your ear. 

“Ah, not so sweet and innocent after all” the hot breath over your skin made your entire body flame up. 

Finally, he lowered his hand, going under the elastic band of your shorts. He roughly rubbed his palm over your covered clit as his other hand went up to your breast, tugging at the hard nipple.

“You’re this wet and we barely even started?” he nibbled on your ear “You were all brave with that knife but all you can think about now is my magic dick filling you over and over and over again. Right, sweetheart?”

He pushed your panties to the side, his finger finally rubbing over your sensitive clit. A whimper left your lips as he was exactly where you needed, but it was far from enough. 

“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun with you”

He circulated your slit with two fingers. Once, twice, three times. 

“Please” you whispered. 

You felt his smile at the same time he pushed his fingers into you, your arousal more than enough to suck him in. You sucked in a moan as he picked up speed with his fingers, then another when his palm pressed over your clit adding another layer of pleasure. 

“Make that pretty noise for me again, sweetheart,” he asked, his voice low, though commanding “Let me hear you”

You tried your best to stay quiet, to not make any sound, and let the only sound in the room be the almost obnoxious noise of his fingers slipping in and out of you. But when Seungcheol found that one spot, that tiny piece of skin that made your mind almost go blank it was impossible to be silent. 

The sound coming out of you was pathetic, each new moan getting louder as you felt your abdomen cramp. The louder you got, the faster he moved his fingers. He didn’t stop pumping his fingers, didn’t stop pressing his palm on your clit, until the tide finally broke loose. 

You tried to shut your legs, suddenly the stimulation was too much at once, but Seungcheol was willing to let that happen. He kicked your feet apart, using his own knees to keep yours proudly open. 

Your orgasm hit you harder than ever before, your body convulsing in his grip, shaking as each new wave of pleasure hit you, somehow stronger than before. Seungcheol held you together until your body calmed down. A moan that could have been easily mistaken for a sob, came out of your lips, a light tremor in your legs, though you were certain that it was no longer visible. 

Seungcheol slowly guided your body towards the bed, both of his hands on your hips, steadying you. He sat you down on the bed and took a couple of steps back. He didn’t say anything as he opened the button on his suit and pulled it off his shoulder, tossing it aside on the chair to his left. 

He was teasing you, that much was obvious. Under normal circumstances you’d have looked away but as he unbuttoned his pants you couldn’t force yourself to look away. Your mind was in a trance by him, he had your undivided attention and he loved it. 

His movements were deliberately slow, a cocky grin making its way to his face as he noticed your eyes following the movements of his hands. 

The only piece of clothing covering Seungcheol was his underwear, though it did very little to disguise his erection. Your mouth watered at the sight, a nagging feeling on the back of your mind telling you to get down on your knees in front of him and take all of him into your mouth - or at least as much as it could fit anyway. 

Seungcheol laughed as he finally pushed the last piece of cotton off. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning at the sight of him on full display. Every inch of his devilish body, in full glory, was mesmerizing. You felt you pussy clench around nothing as Seungcheol started to pump his dick. 

“We’ll have enough time to play later tonight,” he moved closer to you, standing in between your legs, his cock was close to you face that you simply inch forward and have him like you wanted, he had different ideas though “but right now I want to know what it feels like to be buried deep inside that sweet, sweet, pussy”

You reached down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. It was only when you reached for the elastic band of your shorts that you felt the embarrassment creeping up every inch of your body. 

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t hide yourself from me”

He lightly pushed you onto the bed, his knee pressing against your center and he scooped you up on the bed. He grabbed you by the hips and flipped you so that your face was pressed into the mattress. 

He pushed your shorts down, though not boring to take them off all the way down. Seungcheol straddled your legs and he teased your pussy with the tip of his cock. Running it over the slick entrance but never fully pushing it inside. 

You tried to change the position in a way to force him to just sink in but he was having none of that. He gripped your head by your hair, pulling it back until your ass up in the air, your back arched in a way that should be painful but somehow all it did was heighten your pleasure. 

“Beg” he whispered against your ear, his voice deliciously low.

“What?” you breathed out as he continued to tease you, your body moving along with his, a new whimper escaping every time he almost pushed inside. 

“I’m not going to make it that easy for you” he laughed “You wanna be fucked? I’ll fuck in ways you can’t even imagine. But you’re going to have to beg”

In any other situation, in any other moment of your life, you’d have felt embarrassed by his demand, to some extent would even have felt angry towards it. But right in that second, with the promise of what was to come, saying a few words sounded like a fair price to pray. 

“Please, please, Seungcheol” you begged, voice dripping with need and honey as you moved your hips wanting nothing more than to just be filled “just fuck me, fill me up. All of me is yours…” for the night.

He didn’t let you finish, pushing his cock into your throbbing pussy. There was no time to adjust. Seungcheol drove his dick into you again and again, each thrust harder than the previous one. He pulled your arms back, holding them against his chest with his own. 

Each sound that left your mouth was increasingly louder but you didn’t care in the slightest. Seungcheol’s grunts behind you, the slapping of his skin against yours every time he drove into you was intoxicating.

“Oh my god” you chanted over and over again

“No, no, not god” he laughed, biting the soft skin of your shoulder “He can't help you now”

He snaked a hand around your waist directly to your clit, massaging it in slow circles, in high contrast to his dick. The pressure was just perfect, his pace never faulting. 

An orgasm hit you yet again, without notice, this time not as hard as the first one, but still enough to have you shaking to the core. Seungcheol held you even tighter, his pace relentless as he searched for his own high. 

You felt his warm cum splurged into you, too much of it. 

Your body felt limp on the bed, all energy drained out of you, not a single drop left. You turned, looking at the ceiling, trying to steady your breathing, waiting for the tremors to pass when you felt Seungcheol his hand over your thigh. 

He pushed your shorts and panties all the way down, tossing them on the floor with a mute sound. He spread your legs and smiled proudly, seemingly happy with his work. It only lasted a second though, as a frown took over his features. 

“You’re wasting it, sweetheart” he tsked “We can’t have that, now can we?”

You felt his hand on your sensitive cunt and tried to flinch away but he didn't bulge. His finger grazed over your clit before he pushed them into you. You held his wrist, trying to push his hand away. 

“No, it’s too much” you shook your head, pleading “Please, I can’t, please”

He laughed at your words, pinning the hand that held his wrist over your head. Seungcheol kissed your breast, taking the nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and blowing on it a second later, all while he pumped his fingers in your pussy, pushing back inside all the cum that had dripped out. 

“You can” you bit your lower lip and tugged at it “and, most importantly, we both know you want it”

You could only shake your head as the pleasure became too much, almost unbearable. Almost. You felt yet another orgasm build up again, like your entire body was throbbing, closing itself tightly before it finally broke free.

Seungcheol swallowed your scream, kissing your lips, neck, and shoulders as your body spasmed. Your quiet whimpers were the only sound in the room. He only pulled his fingers out of you when you calmed down completely.

“That’s it” he kissed your cheek, letting go of your hands and using them to hold his head so he could look down at you “See, I told you you could it”

Out of the possible outcomes of the previous night waking up to a mop of red hair on the other side of the bed wasn’t one of them. You were certain that when you woke up you’d realize that the night had been a dream — the most real one you had ever had in your life but that was beside the point. 

Just for good measure, you pressed your index finger to the shoulder of the man. Warm and soft skin was under your finger.

Okay, not a dream then.

You turned on your back, facing the ceiling of your bedroom. The night played vividly in your mind. The way Seungcheol pressed the first kiss to the back of your neck and how that alone was enough to make you go crazy under his touch. Not only that, how you were so willing to completely let yourself go to him, how every time he whispered in your ear, chills ran down your entire body and you could feel him everywhere.

You couldn’t help but wonder if all of your emotions had been heightened because he was…. him. A demon. Or if you were just so touch-starved that the smallest caress was enough to drive you over the edge.

Most of all, you couldn’t look past all how you had been so incredibly reckless. A random man who looked like he had gotten out of some comic book suddenly showed up in your room — mind you without using the door — and you somehow, for whatever reason, thought that it was a good idea to have sex with him. And then, as if all of that wasn’t enough, you still fell asleep by his side like it was the most normal thing in the world like he was someone you could trust entirely.

You covered your eyes with your arm, a groan leaving your lips.

There was still the whole “deal with the demon king” part that you were yet to think about.

It seemed unfair that you couldn’t remember what you agreed on. You should have the chance to prepare for whatever was to come, didn’t you? The demon king, or Jeonghan, you weren’t sure how you should address him, was well… unfair.

“Are you usually this loud so early in the morning?”

Your entire body jumped on the bed and a scream died in your throat. For a couple of minutes, you had been so lost in your mind that you forgot that Seungcheol was by your side at all.

His voice in the early morning, just after waking up, was almost made out of honey, velvety, tingling in your ears. By your side, Seungcheol had turned to you, his eyes barely open, his full lips pulled almost in a pout, a few strands of hair covering his face. You had to grip the sheets closer to your body just so you could suppress the desire to move them aside.

Your eyes moved slightly down, to his half-exposed chest. Another flash of the night before crossed your mind, of him over you, the way the chain around his neck hung just over your nose, how you used it to pull him to you again.

“You look cute when you blush,” he said with a lazy smile on his lips. You felt your cheeks warm but didn’t think it was enough to cause any visible change. 

Seungcheol folded his arm, holding his head up. The sleepy smile he gave you was the most delicious thing you had ever seen, it was enough to take your breath away all over again. You were happy that you were still in bed, otherwise there was a chance that your legs might have given in under you.

“I didn’t think you’d stay” was all you said as you swung your feet out of the bed, looking for the pajamas that were lost somewhere on the floor.

It was on the other side of the room, how it had ended up there was beyond you. You gripped the sheet closer around your body but you were only able to move one step away from the bed before you felt it being pulled back.

“You know, I already saw everything there’s under those sheets” you didn’t turn to him but you could hear the smile in his voice “In fact, I did a lot more than just look at it”

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. You were certain that if you forced the sheets out of his grip, Seungcheol would have let go of it but if he did such a thing then he would be the one exposed, and while you were sure that he had no problem with the idea, everything you screamed that if you saw him naked again there was no way that you would just have a redo of the night before.

Letting go of the sheets, you walked to the other side of the room, opening the dresser drawer and pulling out a clean pair of panties and bra.

“I’m going to shower and by the time I finish it I want you gone”

Seungcheol’s laughter still echoed through the apartment when you closed the bathroom door.

You had managed to keep yourself busy enough during the weekend that you had almost forgotten about Friday night. The keyword being almost. Usually, you would have come up with an excuse to not help your sister during the weekend. She was a wedding planner, a very good one at that — she had been the one to plan your wedding — and highly sought out so it was easier to find her working than being at home.

The reason why you always declined was that weddings, while they could be wildly different from one another, there were things that were the same, didn’t who was at the isle. Two people were promising each other eternal love.

When you saw those people, standing in front of each other, eyes filled with love and hope, you couldn’t help but think about Joshua. How you had once been in that exact spot, saying similar words, how you had been happy with him for so many years until all of it came crashing down on you. The only thing that love left behind were scars that were still all too fresh but hidden enough that no one would ever see them.

Still, working during the weekend with your sister was better than staying at home and thinking about all the stupid decisions you made and how much you’d love to make at least one of them once again. She was also kind enough to let you work on the setup and then later back in the kitchen. Maybe she had some sort of sixth sense that said that you need to get out of your mind. Her call was at the right moment.

Even so, there were moments when you were on your own, in the darkness of your bedroom, when Seungcheol’s perfume somehow still lingered in the air. There was no escape then. It was like a replay of that night played in your head again and again, and everytime it it did there was a new detail that you had somehow forgotten.

It was both a blessing and a curse.

You ran your hand over your face and hair, urging your mind to just stop and let yourself fall asleep. You had a meeting early in the morning and you needed your sleep, just so you could function like a semi-normal human being.

You were in the kitchen when you heard a sound in your bedroom. Your heart skipped a beat, hoping that maybe… just maybe… You shook your head in an attempt to come back to reality. The chance of seeing Seungcheol once again was below zero. You heard the sound again and this time your heart wasn’t the only thing doing a weird flip inside your chest, you also felt chills run down your skin.

The third time the sound came you felt as if you were under a cold shower when it was followed by the sound of laughter in the hallway that belonged to your neighbor. 

It was hard swallowing the expectation that had somehow found its way into you. You weren’t even sure why you were expecting something in the first place. After that night it was clear that there wasn’t going to be a second one. Not that there was any conversation on the matter, it just seemed like the most natural option. 

If things had gone according to plan, and if your mind was worthy of any trust, apparently it did, there was no real reason why you should ever see Seungcheol again. And yet, there you were wishing that he’d just show up again, and for what? 

You set the glass of water down, wishing you could have something strong – God knew that if you wanted to sleep you’d need some help – but not wanting to risk anything. Shutting down the lights in the kitchen and living room.

Before you even opened the door to your room you felt this shift in the air. You pushed it open, hard enough that it smashed against the wall. 

“You must really love your kitchen, the second time I show up here and the second time you're in the kitchen”

You closed your eyes for a second, basking in the sound of his voice, how it made chills erupt in your skin. 

“Second time you don’t use the door”

“I’ll be sure to remember that”

Seungcheol smiled, hands in his pocket. 

“You better”

Before you gave yourself a chance to think about it, you crossed the room in two strides and pulled him to you. Seungcheol smiled against your lips before he finally kissed you. 

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Okay so please hear me out on this one, Paige x reader wife where they are just newly weds and on their honeymoon. Reader is not really good with her navigation skills and her and Paige are now driving around somewhere, lost. I kinda want this fluff but idk HAHA I think it’d be cute when Paige finds her wife upset but consoles her telling her that it’s okay. Something like this. I hope you give this one a try. I badly need a Paige x reader wife 🥹🥹🥹🥹

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Lost

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1219

Summary: On your honeymoon in the Maldives, you get the two of you lost while driving and grow increasingly frustrated, snapping at Paige despite her gentle suggestions.

My Masterlist :)

The Maldives was everything you’d imagined it would be: turquoise water glimmering under the golden sun, palm trees swaying gently in the warm breeze, and endless skies that seemed to melt into the horizon. It was the kind of beauty that didn’t seem real, the kind you only saw in postcards and travel magazines. But you were here, living it—living a dream come true with Paige by your side.

Your honeymoon had been nothing short of magical so far. Lazy mornings tangled up in soft sheets, breakfast brought to your overwater villa, spontaneous dips in the ocean, and long walks along the shore, hand in hand as the sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange. It was perfect.

But today?

Today felt like a nightmare.

Your knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as you tried to focus on the small map on your phone’s screen. The road ahead twisted and turned, bordered by thick, lush greenery that was breathtaking in any other circumstance—but right now, all it did was add to your growing frustration.

You had planned everything for today. A scenic drive to a secluded beach, a cozy picnic with fresh tropical fruits, and then maybe even renting a boat to watch the sunset from the water. It was supposed to be effortless, romantic, and memorable. But instead, you had taken one wrong turn after another, and now you were utterly, hopelessly lost.

From the passenger seat, Paige shifted, casting a glance at you. “Babe, are we—”

“We’re not lost,” you snapped, cutting her off before she could even finish. You didn’t mean to sound so sharp, but the knot in your chest was growing tighter with every wrong turn.

Paige raised her hands in surrender, her expression unreadable for a second before she let out a small, amused hum. “Okay, okay. Just asking.”

You gritted your teeth and kept your eyes on the road, even as guilt gnawed at the edges of your irritation. Paige wasn’t trying to criticize you—she never did. But the longer you drove in circles, the harder it became to ignore the creeping sense of failure settling in your stomach.

She trusted you to figure it out. The problem was, you didn’t trust yourself.

You glanced at the map again, trying to make sense of the winding roads and unfamiliar names. The signal was weak, and the little blue dot marking your location seemed to lag behind, only adding to your frustration.

“It’s gotta be... this way,” you muttered under your breath, gripping the wheel as you took another turn.

Paige tilted her head, peering out the window. “Didn’t we already pass that tree?”

“No,” you said firmly, even though you weren’t sure. You pressed a little harder on the gas, determined to find the right path before Paige could second-guess you again.

Minutes dragged into what felt like hours. The towering palms and thick jungle foliage all blurred together, each stretch of road looking frustratingly similar to the last. The cheerful playlist you had put on earlier—a carefully curated mix of love songs and island vibes—now felt grating. Even the sun, which had been shining so perfectly all day, seemed to mock you, dipping lower in the sky as time slipped through your fingers.

“Maybe we should just stop and ask for directions,” Paige suggested gently.

“No,” you shot back, shaking your head. “I’ve got this.”

“Babe—”

“I said I’ve got it!” The words came out sharper than you intended, your voice carrying an edge of frustration that you couldn’t rein in fast enough. The second they left your lips, you regretted them.

Silence.

Paige didn’t say anything, but you felt the shift in the air between you. She turned her gaze out the window, her posture relaxed but quiet in a way that made your chest ache with guilt.

You kept driving, stubbornly following the map, but with every turn that led nowhere, the weight in your chest grew heavier. The pressure of wanting everything to be perfect, of wanting to prove that you had everything under control, was suffocating. You blinked rapidly, trying to push away the prickling at the corners of your eyes. You weren’t going to cry over this. Not now.

But when you turned into yet another unfamiliar road and found yourself at a dead-end—a small cul-de-sac surrounded by towering palms and absolute nothingness—you couldn’t hold it in anymore.

You slammed the car into park, gripping the steering wheel tightly, your hands trembling.

Paige didn’t say anything right away. She just sat there, watching you carefully.

“Hey,” she finally said, her voice softer now. She reached out to place a hand on your arm, but you pulled away, shaking your head.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out, the words barely audible as the tears spilled over. “I just... I wanted everything to be perfect, and now we’re lost, and I ruined it.”

Paige’s expression softened, all traces of amusement gone. She unbuckled her seatbelt and turned to you fully, her warm hand resting on your shoulder.

“Look at me,” she said softly.

You shook your head, covering your face with your hands.

“Baby, please,” she coaxed, her tone so gentle it only made you cry harder.

Reluctantly, you let your hands drop, turning to her with tear-streaked cheeks. Paige’s blue eyes were filled with nothing but love as she reached out and cupped your face in her hands, her thumbs gently wiping away the tears.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” she said firmly. “You hear me? Nothing. We’re on our honeymoon, and we’re together. That’s all that matters.”

“But I—”

“No,” she interrupted, pressing her forehead against yours. “Stop blaming yourself. So we got a little lost—who cares? We’re in paradise, and I’m with my favorite person in the world. I don’t need everything to be perfect because you already make it perfect.”

Her words hit you like a wave, breaking through the wall of frustration and self-doubt you had built up. A fresh round of tears slipped down your cheeks, but this time, they weren’t just from frustration—they were from relief.

“I just wanted to do something right,” you whispered, your voice small.

Paige let out a soft laugh, her lips pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. “You do everything right, babe. Even getting lost with you is better than being anywhere else without you.”

A watery chuckle slipped past your lips, the tension in your chest loosening. “You’re really good at this, you know.”

“Good at what?”

“Making me feel better,” you sniffled.

Paige grinned, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Well, I guess it’s my job now, huh? Wife duties and all.”

You let out a breathy laugh, your heart feeling a little lighter. Paige kissed you softly before pulling back and taking your hand in hers.

“Let’s take a minute, okay?” she suggested. “We’ll figure out the map together, and if we still can’t find our way, we’ll call the resort. Or better yet, we’ll park somewhere and enjoy the view. Deal?”

You nodded, squeezing her hand. “Deal.”

With Paige by your side, the world didn’t seem so overwhelming anymore. Even lost in the middle of the Maldives, with the sky turning soft shades of twilight, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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Midnight Visitor - Jeff the Killer x Female reader NSFW

Warnings: dubcon

Originally written on AO3, which you can read here if you’d prefer :)

Tags: yandere! Jeff, stalking, obsessive behavior, branding? (Idk it isn’t the traditional method), fingering, oral sex, penetrative sex, edging, creampie, degradation & praise, knives & shit, mind break

Words: 6.7k

Summary: A fateful encounter on Halloween night one year ago has left Jeff obsessed with you. You've just started college and live alone. Murders surge in the area and you accidentally leave your window open. The circumstances are perfect for Jeff to come and visit you, but this time he's not leaving without you.

As always:

.°˖✧ all canon will be flexible to make way for sexy .°˖✧

This was actually my first ever creepypasta fic I posted on AO3 (almost a year ago now) and I still think I peaked with it

Your footsteps pattered down the sidewalk, all the way up to the entrance of your simple yet classic apartment building.

You entered the building, the warm lobby offering you refuge from the slightly chilly air outside. You walked to the mailboxes and checked for anything before heading up the stairs to the third floor.

You passed by different ornate doors as you walked down the carpeted hallway, making it all the way to yours.

I really need to decorate more.

You’d only moved in a little over a month ago but you felt that your decor was quite lacking in comparison to those who had lived there longer.

You stuck your key into the door just as the door across the hall swung open.

You turned and saw your elderly neighbor, Mrs. Mills, exiting her apartment.

Oh god, she always wants to chit chat.

As much as you found the old woman to be darling, you just weren’t always in the mood to get trapped into chatting with her for 30 minutes while you two stood in the hallway.

“Oh, hello sweetheart! Did you just get off the school bus?”

“Hi Mrs. Mills. Haha… nope, I’m in college remember?” This was probably the 40th time you’ve told her that and you’ve only lived here a month.

“Oh that’s right! I always forget that.” She chucked a little, warmly. “You do live alone after all.” She paused a bit. “Well I’d love to stay and chat but I’ve got to meet some of my girl friends for book club and I’m running a little late. Take care dear.”

Oh thank god!

“No worries. You take care too!” You called down the hall.

You turned the key and opened the door, a dark but inviting apartment awaiting you.

You set your backpack down and switched on the TV. You found comfort in having noise while you were making something for dinner. The news was on.

Before you opted to change the channel, you heard something that intrigued you.

“The victim count now reaches 57 for the Smiley Face Killer, the serial killer that has been active for the last 5 years.” The news reports voice rang through the room.

“Another victim?” You sighed.

That crazed killer had been on the loose for years. No one had even come close to catching him. Only one person had ever seen his face and gotten away, and even then it wasn’t long before the guy came back to finish the job. There were no known survivors of an encounter with him.

Good for nothing cops.

You started walking towards the kitchen area.

“The newest victim has been identified as Tyler Rhode, a 19 year old college student.”

You stopped dead in your tracks. A chill ran down your spine and penetrated deep into your chest. The news reporter continued, but the voice faded out for you.

You knew him. In fact, you had just met the guy. You talked to him for a while at a party just the other night. Now he was dead.

The anxiety pitted in your stomach. This was getting too close to home. Your breathing got heavier as your heart started racing.

You started to pace back and forth, the anxious feeling starting to consume you. It started to feel like no matter how much you panted you couldn’t get enough air.

Calm down. Calm. Down.

You took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.

I need air.

You walked to the window and opened it, letting the crisp September air hit your face.

You kept taking deep breaths, trying to not let the fear take over. You started trying to rationalize.

There was no imminent danger. This serial killer had been on the loose for years. The probability of you even encountering a serial killer is low to begin with. You were safe. Everything is fine.

But still… this time it was someone you knew. That meant that the guy was in the area recently. The idea was bone chilling.

Moments like these made living alone suck. You were grateful your parents helped you secure this apartment so you could focus on your studies, but you hadn’t gotten used to living alone.

That feeling of being up at 3 am and hearing something scary could no longer be satiated by knowing your parents were down the hall. This was a feeling you had all the time now.

You decided to distract yourself by making dinner. Despite the intensity of your worries, after a while, you completely forgot about them. You were able to settle back into a comfortable state.

You went about your evening like normal, eating dinner and making some time to study before heading to bed. It was a weeknight after all.

The dark quiet of the apartment you resided in alone was comforting, rather than aiding any fear. You drifted to sleep easily, much like your worries had drifted away earlier.

—

Your slumber wasn’t as peaceful as your descent into it. It was filled with nightmares where you were being chased, hunted by a maniac serial killer.

You abruptly awoke in a cold sweat, your heart racing. You slowed down your breathing, realizing it was all a dream.

A strong gust of wind that came through your open bedroom door caused you to gasp in surprise and shiver a bit. It was then that you realized your bedroom was freezing.

Confusion struck until another strong gust of wind whistled through your apartment.

The window!!!

You got out of bed and walked to your living room. The window was still wide open as your curtains flowed through the wind.

You shut the window, then turned back to go back to bed.

You paused, then turned back to the window, locking it on both sides.

Now feeling satisfied, you turned to walk back to bed. You only made it through the doorway to your bedroom when suddenly you couldn’t move.

Fear washed over you as you were pulled into a tight hold by an unknown assailant. One of his arms was across your chest, fully restricting your arms. The other was over your mouth. You felt the warm heat of another body pressed against your back.

“Caught you~” Your unknown assailant whispered in your ear. His voice was low and a little raspy.

A muffled whimper escaped your throat as your whole body started to tremble. You couldn’t even try to get out of his grasp, you were frozen in fear.

“Ohhh. Shhhh. Shhhh. Don’t cry.”

The words spoken by him were not comforting. The voice was unfamiliar and eerie.

“I’ve been waiting to see you for so long… waiting for you to be ready for me.” His grip remained tight but his touch was gentle. “You gave me such a perfect opportunity tonight.”

Judging by the way he was holding you and what you could tell by him pressed up against you, he was much stronger than you. Struggling wasn’t going to do you any good.

Running wouldn’t be a good option either, he would likely catch you before you made it out of the front door.

The window wasn’t a good play either, you lived on the third floor. A jump from that height would seriously injure you or possibly even kill you.

Your best bet would be to try to scream for help, but he was covering your mouth so tightly.

“I’m excited to see you too, but you have to behave okay? No screaming.” He slowly removed his hand from your mouth.

Seeing this as your golden opportunity, you tried to scream, but were cut off after a fraction of a second. Your body was slammed into the wall, your wrists held down with one of his hands while the other covered your mouth again.

“Why would you do that?” He looked at you with wild eyes. “I just told you not to.”

It was then that you were able to get a good glimpse of him. He was slim, looked to be around your age, and was ghostly pale. He had long black hair that was messily layered. He wore a white hoodie that had been stained with what looked to be blood, and black ripped skinny jeans.

The most distinctive feature on him were the cuts on his face. Two large gashes on either side of his mouth that curved upward, making an artificial smile.

He’s… the Smiley Face Killer!

You looked back at him with wide, fearful eyes that expressed your regret. You immediately wished you hadn’t tried to scream. You were dealing with a deranged serial killer. He probably wouldn’t hesitate to kill you at any moment if you so much as breathed the wrong way.

His anger turned to a smile though. “Ah… those eyes...” He looked elated. “You’re sorry aren’t you?”

You nodded quickly.

“It’s not good to say sorry. You really shouldn’t have done that in the first place.”

He moved closer to your face, his smile growing even wider.

“I’ll forgive you though… because I know deep down you’re a good girl.”

“So I’ll take my hand away, and you’re not going to make a sound.” He said it as a command and not as a question.

He slowly removed his hand, and you let out a shaky exhale, finally feeling like you could breathe.

“See, that’s my perfect girl.” He sounded pleased with you.

Not a second passed before he gripped your chin lightly, lifting your face up to bring your lips to his.

It was a soft, tender kiss. Certainly not the type you were expecting. Or rather, a kiss was not what you were expecting at all.

The kiss slowly heated up, growing in intensity the same way your confusion with the situation grew. It wasn’t long until it started to overwhelm you, the fervor of his kiss, the warmth of his body pressed against you, the surprisingly pleasant scent he gave off. Your head felt like it was spinning, like a whirlpool was twirling around inside your brain.

You didn’t even notice that he had taken his hand off your wrists, and that your hands came to rest on his shoulders.

His now unoccupied hand slid down your body and to your waist before sliding around to rest on your lower back, pressing you to him.

You let out a gasp into the kiss and he finally relented on you, pulling only inches away to let out a low chuckle.

You were finally able to catch your breath and were now left panting. Your lips were red and slightly swollen from the kiss.

He pulled away to gaze at your entire face, his eyes meeting yours with nothing but adoration. “I love you.” He said softly.

Those words made your stomach sink like you had just tied an anchor to it and threw it overboard.

“W-What….?” Your voice was just above a whisper.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He held the side of your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

Why was he talking as if he knew you? Why hadn’t he just gone ahead and killed you yet? It just didn’t make sense.

“Missed…? I… I don’t think we’ve met before.”

He leaned in close, “It’s kind of cute when you play dumb, you know?” He whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your spine.

He captured your lips for a kiss once more, reaching the same intensity of the first one. The heat of the kiss started to go to your head, making you almost dizzy.

When he finally relinquished your lips, you spoke between pants, “Seriously, um… I think you have the wrong girl. I don’t think I’m who you think I am.”

“You’re exactly the girl I think you are. I don’t make mistakes, love.”

Clearly the man was delusional, something you already knew. Such a world changing revelation you had made: insane serial killer is insane.

“But I…” you trailed off.

Don’t remember anything…

“Are you trying to act like you don’t know who your heart belongs to?” He asked in a teasing tone.

You were speechless. Just what were you supposed to say in this situation? The confusion flashed over your face.

“Ah, then I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to.”

He lifted a hand to the back of your head, lacing his fingers through your hair before gently pulling your head back, exposing your entire neck to him.

Your breathing became shakier and your heart raced dangerously.

You shivered, feeling his breath over your skin. His lips were so close to touching the sensitive skin of your neck.

His breathing became shakier too, but with excitement rather than fear. “You have such a perfect little neck. So easily accessible right now.”

You looked at his eyes which were focused on the soft skin of your exposed neck. They looked crazed and hungry.

It was then that you realized you recognized him.

—

Around One Year Ago, Halloween Night

Loud music blared through the house. The house was full of people, all dressed in various costumes.

Fake blood was everywhere, there were fake cobwebs lining the walls and fog wisped around people’s ankles.

You had come dressed as a nurse that night, a basic option but one that allowed you to make jokes about giving people “shots” at the party. The joke only grew in frequency the more intoxicated you got.

You were having a great time. The alcohol had taken over your system, a warm heat filled your cheeks and the room felt a little fuzzier as you giggled with your friends.

It was the last Halloween you would have before starting college, the last Halloween that all of your friends would be together.

You were happy the party still happened. You were worried it would be canceled because of all the panic surrounding the Smiley Face Killer. He had already been active for a few years but there had been a few connected incidents around the area and people were going into a literal mass panic over it.

There was no known pictures of him, and the only person who ever escaped him described him as having two big gashes on either side of his mouth, making a gruesome smile.

But that was the least of your concerns right now. Right now, you were with all of your friends, having the best time, on your favorite holiday.

“Hey, I gotta pee. I’ll be right back.” You said to your friends.

“Are you sure? People in horror movies always say that right before they die~!” One of your friends said.

“Ohhhh. I’ll be alright.” You slurred before walking to find the nearest bathroom.

Finding that the two bathrooms on the first floor were occupied, you stumbled your way upstairs, finally finding an empty one.

You took care of your business and then washed your hands. You looked in the mirror and giggled, trying to overcome your drunk stupor by sheer willpower and failing miserably.

You exited the bathroom and staggered down the hall, making your way to the stairs.

Suddenly, you were pulled into one of the empty bedrooms and pressed against the wall.

The light was off, and the glow from the moon illuminated the room softly.

A boy with an artificial smile on his face had just attempted to make his move on you. That makeup definitely obscured his face a bit but he was totally your type.

You looked up at him and giggled. “Ohhhhh. I get it. You’re supposed to be the smiley face killer.”

“That’s not my name.” He spoke in a gruff voice.

“And I’mmmm not a nurse. But I can still give you a shot~!” You laughed way harder than you should have.

He looked at you bewildered, a curiosity in his eyes.

“Okayyy, I know it wasn’t very funny. Why don’t you tell me your name since you seem to want to talk to me~?” You used a flirtatious tone of voice, the alcohol negating your ability to reason.

“…It’s Jeff.”

“Well, Jeff, I’m not sure if you know but you really shouldn’t pull girls into a room like this. People will get the wrong idea about your intentions.”

Again, he looked at you with such confusion. His eyes flickered over your face, like he was trying to analyze you.

“What do you think I want to do with you…?” He asked, furtively pulling a knife out of his pocket.

“Mmm… probably something like… this?” You pulled him in for a kiss.

It only lasted a few seconds, and when you pulled away he was once again stunned.

He sought to make use of the knife he had pulled, pushing you up against the wall. He laced his fingers through your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your neck as he held it against your throat. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your neck.

“I was thinking something more like this.”

You giggled. “Ooo~ you’re scary!”

Your lack of terror only angered him, and just as he was debating whether to slit your throat right here or take his time stabbing you the whole party went silent. The music downstairs had been shut off and only the sounds of people shuffling around could be heard.

With how quiet it was he wouldn’t be able to kill you undetected.

“COPS!!!” A voice yelled from downstairs. Well that explained where the music went.

“Uh oh… I think I gotta go.” You said, and tried moving to the door.

“Wait.” He grabbed your wrist.

You turned to him and smiled, “Listen you’re sexy and all, but I gotta find my friends. Sooooo…. See you later okay?” You giggled.

You didn’t wait for a response and drunkenly wandered out of the room, abandoning him.

He had only ever let one person get away from him, and that person he finished off once he found them again. No one ever saw his face and got to live.

Until now.

—

The memories of that night started flooding in, all at once, like a tsunami. It overwhelmed your senses, dulling everything around you and stealing the air from your lungs like you were drowning.

You had kissed him. It was in your severe intoxication but still. This guy was crazy! He probably thought you were in love with him or something.

Then the crushing weight of realization hit you. That night was almost a year ago. Had he been stalking you since then?! Hiding in the shadows while you were ignorantly going about your day?

He had tried to kill you that night. An awful sinking feeling in your stomach began when you came to the conclusion that that didn't seem like what he was here to do tonight.

“You… that night…” you started to say, your voice shaky.

“Hmm? What was that sweetheart?” He looked up at you, still dangerously close to your neck.

“The Halloween party.” You spoke more clearly this time.

“Oh, so you do remember… I love it when you’re honest.” He inched closer to your neck.

“Wait…!” You urged him. “You… you’re the Smiley face killer aren’t you?!” You attempted to push him away a bit but you were immediately captured in the same hold as before, with both your wrists bound by one of his hands above your head.

His expression now looked bored and a bit displeased. “Oh… that. I’m not too fond of that stupid name the media came up with.”

So he’s not denying it…!

You tried to keep your voice from wavering, hating the way it still came out a bit shaky. “Then… You killed that guy… The one on the news… I knew him. Why did you do that?”

“You’re not upset about that are you? You really shouldn’t be.” He sounded indifferent.

“Of course I’m upset…! You killed someone! You’re a murderer!”

He had that crazed look in his eye again as he brought his hand up to stroke your face. “Darling, you have no idea what he was planning on doing with you. I did you a favor. I protected you.”

“You’re crazy…!” Was all you could say in response.

“The only thing I’m crazy for is you.” He immediately replied. “If it wasn’t for me you’d have been left for dead after him and all of his buddies had their way with you.”

Hurt and confusion washed over your features. You were silent for a moment. It was like the air was stolen from you, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not for you to worry about, sweetheart. You just need to let me take care of everything.” His voice was now sweet and soft.

Your heart skipped a beat.

Why am I getting excited over this…?

This entire interaction was giving you whiplash. Your chest tightened thinking about what he had just said.

Was it true? Did that guy really plan to do those things to you? Or was this guy really just crazier than you initially thought?

Why would he even help you anyways? Was he really… in love with you?

“I don’t know what to think right now…” you finally said.

“Then don’t think.”

When he pressed his lips to your neck a mind numbing heat washed over you. You were suddenly aware of how warm your whole body was, how warm his body was, and just how much your bodies were in contact.

He trailed slow kisses down your neck, and you shivered at the feeling, reflexively pressing your body into his. You felt electric waves shooting down to your core.

He started to suck the skin, marking it as his own. You let out a shaky exhale that was just bordering on a moan and you could’ve sworn you heard him chuckle.

Your thighs pressed together, trying to relieve some of the aching tension you felt growing there by the second.

He sucked harder, making a dark purple mark on your skin before pulling back to admire his work.

He wasn’t only proud of the hickey, but proud of your flushed panting expression that was a result of his touch.

“You love this, don’t you?” He cocked his head at you.

His gaze flitted down to where you pressed your thighs together and then back up to meet your eyes, looking at you like he knew something you didn’t want him to know. There was an all knowing smirk on his face.

“Wait-”

“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice was now dark.

He moved back to your neck to add a few more marks, his thigh was now wedged in between your legs. You were feeling weak in the knees, practically using his leg to support yourself. The friction was driving you crazy. His hands started to explore your skin, pushing up under your shirt and around your waist.

His hand trailed up to your chest under your shirt. You were easily accessible given that you weren’t wearing a bra. His thumb brushed over your nipple and you bit your lip hard to trap the small moan that threatened to escape from your lips.

It was too much, you needed to get him out of here before something happened that you couldn’t justify.

“You… need to go.” You said between pants.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do that sweetheart. I love you way too much to leave you like this…” He pulled you off the wall and pushed you down onto the bed.

His body loomed over yours as he looked down to meet your eyes. “I know your underwear is a mess right now.” He said with overwhelming cockiness.

Your face colored. He had hit a bullseye and it was clear from his expression that he knew it too.

“That’s not…!” You said, stunned by his bluntness.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. Just relax, I’ll take care of you.” He held down both of your wrists, and his thigh was pushing into you in such an agonizingly soft manner.

He pushed your shirt up just past your breasts. Your nipples hardened against the cold air as his eyes wafted over you hungrily.

He brought his free hand to your chest, running his thumb over your nipple before pressing down hard. You winced at the sudden pain, only to have pleasure wash over you the split second after when he started sucking on your other one.

The pressure of his thigh between your legs wasn’t enough, you started to feel like you needed more. But that was crazy. You couldn’t do this. It was taking everything in you not to press yourself more firmly against his leg.

Yeah go on and fuck the serial killer why don’t you?!

He redirected his hands to your waistband and started to pull your sleep shorts down. In one quick motion they were off of you and tossed to the side. He pushed your thighs apart a little, while you tried your hardest to clench them together.

“Why are you fighting this darling? I can see how badly you need this.”

Your face heated up just knowing he was likely seeing your arousal soak through your panties. How could you be getting this wet from him?

“Don’t touch me…” your voice came out weak, sounding like you really wanted the opposite.

He ignored your words and started pulling down your panties, and you were so wet that your arousal clung to the garment, stretching out into a thin line until it snapped. He looked elated by this.

“Maybe you don’t understand it yourself. I’ll show you.” He slid a finger down your core, letting your wetness coat his finger.

He held up his fingers, pinching the substance between them. Your arousal glistened in the moonlight.

“See? You want this so badly your little cunt is just begging for it.” He taunted you.

“That’s not true...!” You said, sounding as if you were trying to convince yourself.

He moved down closer to you, his mouth coming dangerously close to your core.

“Want to let me taste you?”

You moved to speak but were instantly cut off, as he spread your thighs apart and pinned them to the bed. His eyes were piercing straight through you, like he could see everything. Like he knew everything.

“Let me be clear. I’m not asking for permission. I’m giving you a chance to let me do it.”

You fell into silence under the weight of his gaze. Your sex was throbbing, a strong rhythm that seemed to be a time bomb counting down to the moment you lost your sanity.

He brought his mouth closer and closer to you, until he could feel the heat emanating from your core.

“Oh would you look at that?” His tone was now vituperative, like he wasn’t in the mood to play games anymore.

“It’s twitching. Stop trying to pretend you’re not my fucking slut.” One of his hands now moved to the bottom of your stomach, where his thumb just almost reached your clit. The other gripped your hip tightly.

You let out a humiliating squeak, but could only feel embarrassed for a few moments before your head went blank. His tongue started tracing your clit, slow and soft.

Your breath hitched before you let out an uninhibited moan. Your hands clung to the sheets as you lifted off the bed, wondering how that was happening until you realized you were arching your back so hard.

He started applying more pressure with his tongue, his movements got faster.

Your orgasm built ferociously, at a speed you didn’t even know was possible. Before you could even process that, you came, your orgasm ripping through you violently and sending pleasure throughout your entire body. Your legs fell open fully, like you were begging him for more.

You could feel him chuckle a bit, audacious as he was, but you couldn’t think enough to even care.

I’ve never came so hard in my life…!

He placed slow deliberate kisses to your clit, waiting for you to come down before he could startup again. The soft heat of his mouth brushing over your clit was euphoria.

As your body relaxed, you started to feel the weight of what had just taken place. You just came from the manipulations of a serial killer. Not only that, but it was the best orgasm you’d ever had.

You didn’t like this. No, you didn’t like this. You hadn’t just spread your legs wide open trying to feel his touch. You hadn’t bucked your hips fervently.

Except you did.

Noticing your breathing fall to a more regular pace, he resumed his activities. He sucked your clit a little harshly, seeming as if it was to grab your attention. Which it did, completely enrapturing your thoughts. The logical line of thinking fled your mind as your focus shifted to the sensation between your legs.

Your shame was forgotten. The only thing on your mind now was how good his tongue felt dragging over your clit over and over.

It wasn’t long before another orgasm started building up for you. Your moans started to fill the room alongside the wet noises. He picked up the intensity accordingly.

You were so close it was almost painful, your body started to tense as you approached the edge of the precipice. But then he toned it down a bit, keeping the same pace but his movements were softer.

He knew you were close so why? He was just barely brushing your clit now, teasing you. Taunting you, really.

You stayed in that state, so close you could cry. There were tears welling in the corners of your eyes. You tried to move your hips but he had you pinned down.

You couldn’t believe it. He was actually trying to edge you! He wanted you to beg!

You bit your lip so hard it almost bled, sucking in a breath. It was unbearable, you needed release more than anything else in this world at the moment.

“P-Please…” your voice broke as you said it.

He only chuckled against you, barely increasing his efforts.

“Please… please, fuck, I… I need it.” You struggled to choke out, feeling miserably pathetic.

But that misery soon resulted in immediate satisfaction. He ramped up the pace, not even giving you enough time to think of anything but coming.

You rode out your orgasm for much longer than usual, he didn’t stop even when you came, dragging out the waves of pleasure. Your eyes rolled back and you latched your hands over his, which were gripping your hips.

Once you had finished he stood up and wiped his mouth, looking cockier than ever. It was clear to both of you that he’d already won, there wasn’t a point in you denying him anymore.

He was on top of you again, kissing you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

He pulled back, a manic smile on his face. “I’m taking you home with me today.”

The air went cold around you.

No… fuck! This is what you get for fucking around!

“No… I can’t.” Your voice was small, reflecting how feeble you felt under him.

It was like he didn’t even hear you. He started muttering to himself, “but the guys back at the mansion might…” his eyes narrowed.

Then his face looked pleased, like he had just thought of something to solve whatever issue he had.

Whatever it was it clearly wasn’t to solve his mental issues. You had a bad feeling about this.

He clamped a hand over your mouth so hard you thought your jaw would break. you whimpered under his hand when he slowly pulled out a knife.

“Now be a good girl and shut the fuck up while I do this.”

He brought the knife down to your hips, the fleshy part right above where your bone was. The sharp tip pressed against your skin eliciting another muffled whimper from you.

His eyes shot up to meet yours, dark, commanding you to be quiet before he even had to say the words.

The knife sliced into your skin. You screamed, stifled by his hand at the piercing pain caused by his blade. He cut deeper as your crimson blood started to seep out. He wanted to be sure there would be a scar.

A sadistic smile, visually aided by his scars crossed his face at your screams, combined with the captivating imagery in front of him. The pain became dull and aching as he finished. He had carved a J into your hip, a forever reminder that you were his property.

He let go of your mouth and licked the blood off his fingers.

“Why…?” Was all your tiny voice could manage.

He was suddenly inches from your face. “Did it hurt?” He seemed fascinated to know the answer.

You only scowled at him, tears still brimming your eyes. You felt betrayed by him… but why? Why did you expect any different?

“I’ll make the pain go away.” His raspy voice was in your ear.

He started kissing and sucking on your neck again, and the tension you held in your body began to wash away. A sigh escaped your lips.

One hand gripped your face to keep your head turned to the side while the other traveled down your stomach. Maybe it was the blood loss or maybe it was the way he was kissing your neck, but you felt like you were melting under him.

His fingers brushed over your clit before sinking into your dripping wet cunt. First one, then after a few moments he added a second.

It wasn’t long before your sounds filled the room again. His fingers were deep in you, rutting in and out as his palm placed pressure on your clit.

He pulled away from your neck, still gripping your face so he could watch your reactions.

“Perfect, that face is perfect.” There was still a deranged smile on his face.

“Now open up.” He used his thumb to place pressure on your bottom lip, pulling your mouth open. He spit in your mouth, his cock twitching even harder when you swallowed it immediately.

“Are you already about to cum? You’re already squeezing me so much.”

You didn’t even want to resist anymore. The only thing you wanted was for him to keep ramming into that spot that was making your eyes roll back in your head over and over.

“I’ll let you do it, you know? I love watching you fall apart for me.”

“Come on, cum for me. Show me you’re mine.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You reached your peak, tightening around his fingers.

“Fuckkkkkkk. Good fucking girl. That’s my good fucking slut.”

He took your lips fervently once more, exploring every inch of your mouth with his tongue while you rode out the waves of your orgasm.

When he pulled away, you were still flushed and panting, your eyes still tinged with that wanton need.

“Oh, don’t make that face. Things will get messy if you do.”

“When… will you stop?”

“How can I stop when it’s clearly still not enough for you?”

He grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him, unbuckling his belt. His cock sprang free a moment later. You tried to repress your curiosity and not look, but you couldn’t will yourself to not follow the motion with your eyes.

Your eyes immediately shot back up and away. You’d read somewhere that serial killers were often impotent but he seemed to not fit that trend.

He grabbed your hand, guiding it over his length. You weren’t looking so you could only focus on the sensation of your hand running over the soft skin of his hardened cock.

You should be pulling away, running and screaming, really doing anything you can to get away from him, but you’re not. Once again, hesitation has struck and you wonder if this is really a bad thing.

I mean he’s already proven to be quite good in bed. He seems quite devoted to you. He’s only hurt you… a little bit. Is it really that wrong?

You were yanked out of your thoughts when he placed his hand at the bottom of your stomach, right at the little dip. “When I cum inside you, I’ll make sure you feel it, all the way in here.”

The time for contemplation was over. This was happening.

He pressed the tip against your entrance, your juices coating him. You sucked in a breath. He slowly pushed in and you felt yourself opening up.

He groaned when he got just past the head. As if that was all it took for him to lose control, he grabbed your hips and shoved himself all the way inside.

“Ugh…!” You winced at the sudden searing pain of him thrusting into you forcefully.

“Ah… Fuck… You’re really tight. Just relax sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good.”

“Fuck…!” You hissed. The pain wasn’t getting any better as he was unrelenting, slamming into you over and over.

His mouth was on yours again, drinking you in, devouring you. He didn’t stop, but the pain subsided into more of a dull ache alongside a new feeling of pleasure.

He released your mouth, allowing your hiccupping moans to fill the room. The tension in your stomach built faster than you were prepared for.

“Wait! I- I…!”

“You’re already cumming? God, you feel so good. I knew you were perfect.”

“Fuck… Fuck…!” You repeated.

“Cum for me again. Cum all over my cock like the slut you are.”

You tightened around him, squeezing his cock all the way to the base.

Even after you came he kept going, the feeling started to grow too intense, almost painful at this point.

“Too…much…!” You panted.

“I’m breaking you aren’t I? Your mind is about to go blank.” His voice was almost feral.

He placed a hand to your neck, caging your throat. He squeezed the sides, careful to not crush your windpipe.

Your moans only increased in volume, becoming breathier by the second.

“Your pussy feels good when I choke you, sweetheart?”

The only response you could give was wrapping your legs around him, urging him to keep going as your eyes rolled back and your back arched.

“Aww, that’s it. You’re mine now.” His thrusts were starting to become more erratic and less rhythmic, like he was getting close.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum inside you.” His voice cracked a little as he slammed into you a few more times, burying himself in you deeply as he came.

Your head felt like TV static. You had completely succumbed to the feeling of his hot cum coating your walls.

He pulled out of you and fixed himself, looking over your body as you still panted, trying to understand what the fuck happened.

“You want to come with me, sweetheart?”

You nodded.

“Then you’ll have to get dressed~”

—

“Are you ready?”

The news anchor flashed a bright smile, holding two thumbs up.

“Okay, live in 3…2…1…” the cameraman said.

The red “on air” sign lit up vibrantly. She turned to the camera.

“Our top story tonight, the disappearance of a 19 year old college student who seemingly vanished without a trace in the middle of the night.”

“Neighbors witnessed her entering her apartment that night, but no witnesses saw her leaving, nor does she appear on CCTV footage around the building.”

“Her parents have put together a search party for her in the wooded area near her apartment. They believe she may have wandered into the woods while sleepwalking during the night, as she used to do that in the last year she lived at home before her disappearance.”

“Police speculate this may be connected to the recent disappearance and murder of Tyler Rhode, who attended the same college. Is this case connected to the Smiley Face Killer and do we have hope of finding her alive? More at seven.”

Jeff turned off the TV. He looked over at the sleeping girl next to him in his bed. You breathed peacefully, chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner.

Your wrists were resting on either side of your head, causing your shirt to lift up just enough to see just a sliver of your midriff.

He gently ran his thumb over the initial on your hip, now scabbed up. A slightly heavier exhale escaped you, and your lips slightly curled up in a smile.

~pls remember to distinguish fiction from reality

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome!!!

[strangersteddierthings]

Platonic Stobin bodyswap AU idea I'll never write. This has been in my drafts for over a year (since July 2023 per the timestamp)

Post season 3; During the season 3 bathroom confession scene Robin came out to Steve, and Steve came out to her. She knows he's bi, and she's the only one who knows. Swap starts off slowly for Steve and Robin. Little moments of vertigo where the world doesn't look right for a few seconds, that progresses to black out periods of time spanning 5-15 minutes. It's them switching bodies but it's so traumatizing (they are FREAKING out) that they don't remember it. So, it's like they're just losing moments in time, which still freaks them out.

Then one day they wake up and they're... each other. And they just don't go back.

And Steve can't really pass as Robin to her parents but thankfully they just blame it on 'moody teenage angst' and "you can talk to us about anything babygirl we love you so much and we're here when you need us." Which. Yeah, Steve cries about. But it also comes with the side of GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I HAVE TO FINISH HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN??? I CAN'T PLAY THE TRUMPET ROBIN YOU HAVE TO DROP OUT OF BAND

And Robin also cannot pass as Steve at first, but she gets to see how that matters exactly 0% because the Harrington's don't even notice. They also aren't around near as much as Steve makes them out to be. But she does get to enjoy the freedom of a legal drivers license and no job currently. HOWEVER she has walked Steve's pretty face into several doors/poles/walls because cute girls keep looking at her with hunger in their eyes and she doesn't know how to handle this.

(It makes more girls interested in a suddenly shy, stumbling, nervous Steve because those girls think they're the reason Confident Sex God Steve turns into a mess but really it's just Robin not knowing how to exist in a world where woman want her and fish fear her (sorry bad joke))

Anyway, queue shenanigannary for a bit. Steve encourages Robin to go on dates because why not get some practice in while they wait to swap back again? (he's holding out hope)

Do they have the awkward discussion of 'what are the limits to what I'm allowed to do in your body????? I dunno yet.

Anyway, Robin goes on dates. ((Does she end up going on a date with Vickie? Canonically Vickie's got no problem dating older boys? How to solve this plot line for when(if?) they switch back bodies? IDK dudes, that's Future Jess's issue.))

At some point, the gang finds out. Probably Dustin realizing Steve isn't as Steve-like as usual. He'd sniff out something was wrong with his brother for sure.

But then season 4 starts. Robin taught Steve how to play the trumpet back in August/Sept and it's then they realize that they kind of share their knowledge? Like... Steve picks up how to play the trumpet EASY. At first they think it's just Robin's body using muscle memory but then Robin realizes she knows things only Steve should.

Anyway, Steve is in band with Vickie the night of the Championshipgame, chatting easily while also trying to hint that 'Hey, I think Steve Harrington is checking you out???" while trying to tell Robin with telepathy (that they don't have... yet? Decide if they end up with telepathy later) to try and subtly check out Vickie. But neither girl is subtle so they both just whip around to stare at each other and Steve is facepalming.

NO WAIT. DO I MAKE CHANGES TO THE NARRATIVE BECAUSE IF STEVE IS IN HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN, THERE IS NO WAY HE'D LET DUSTIN AND MIKE SKIP OUT ON THE CHAMPIONSHIP GAME. Maybe??? Will decide on this point later. Until then, above points stay.

Anyway, Chrissy still dies (sorry) and Eddie's still on the run, but like this time in the boathouse, Robin invites Eddie to stay at 'his' big empty house 'cause the parents are gone and Robin has no hangups about Eddie like Steve did in canon (he is the first person we hear call Eddie The Freak).

The end point here is that Robin, Steve, and Eddie spend A LOT of time together at Steve's house and then the angst falls in because Steve starts to fall in love with Eddie.

So, he has a breakdown in a bathroom with Robin about it, all sad and crying like "I really fuckin' like him Robs, but I can't- there- we can't-"

"I need you to take a breath and tell me what the issue is," Robin says.

"I like him Robs, but this is your body. I can't take things from you. Like your first kiss. And I certainly can't- I won't put your body through... you know. I can't do that to you."

And it takes Robin a moment to process what he means. Romantic entanglements that Steve might want to have would have to happen with her body. And maybe Robin isn't sure what to say/do because the thought of a guy and his dick anywhere near her body immediately freaks her out but... she's not in her body. She's in Steves, and has been doing things with girls in it. It never occurred to her that Steve might want to get hot and heavy with a guy in her body and maybe she's got something to unpack there???

Anyway, no time to worry about that. Vecna's gonna kill Max so they gotta go. Also, Eddie does NOT know about the body swap.

She does tell Steve to kiss Eddie, though, in the end. When they're not sure they'll live. So, Eddie calls out to Steve. "Make him pay." So, to Eddie, it looks like Steve gives him a nod and it's Robin who marches up, grabs his face, and plants one on him. Robin(Steve) doesn't stick around long enough for Eddie to kiss back (Steve wants him to because he wants a proper kiss from Eddie, but he also doesn't want him to because Eddie thinks he's kissing Robin and if he kisses back it means he likes Robin, not Steve, so Steve doesn't lock lips long enough find out).

Something something they all survive and then Eddie, hopped up on pain meds in the hospital, demands to speak to Robin. So, Steve slinks in, afraid of what's going to happen, and Eddie's like 'Robin. I appreciate that you like me but you are unfortunately a girl and I am not into that.' And Steve is like!!! my time!! It's come!!! I HAVE to get back to my body.

And then at some point they switch back. Maybe El doing some mind fuckery? Idk.

And for fun, here's the beginning of the fic that idea written out:

"Whoa," Steve blinks rapidly as the world tilts and shifts. It's very sudden, and over just as quickly as it started, but it still leaves Steve unanchored for a moment. It was probably brought on by the concussion he's been nursing these last two days, since the whole Starcourt shit. He leans sideways to try and use the wall as an anchor until everything feel right again.

He should, probably, be more concerned about this because this has been like, the fourth time this has happened and when he told Robin about it, she confessed it was happening to her, too. That Owens guy had told them there could be unknown side effects to whatever the fuck they'd been injected with and this might just be part of that. It'll fade, Steve's sure, as the days go on. Never mind that it has been happening more lately. It's going to fade. It has to.

Except, it doesn't. The sensation of be unanchored gets worse, and now it comes accompanied with loss of time. Steve will feel the tilt and shift while standing in the doorway to his room and the next thing he knows he's got a hand on his front door, keys in his hand, and doesn't know where he was trying to go.

Ring Ring

Steve shakes his head, shakes away the feeling of wrongness and goes to answer the phone. "Harrington residence, Steve speaking."

"Steve! Steve, it's getting worse!" Robin's voice sobs at him from the other end of the phone. "I-I was in the kitchen and then I was, like, huddled in the bathroom and I don't remember going there."

"Fuck, me too. I just came to standing at my front door, about to leave but I don't remember getting there, or where I was planning to go," Steve confesses back. It's strange, how easily Robin has become a part of his life. He was expecting her to not want to be withing five miles of him ever again, after what he got her dragged into, but it seems Robin isn't scared away. Perhaps it's just that he's the only other person she knows who went through Russian torture. Even if that is the case, Steve'll take it. He likes Robin a lot.

"Should we... call Dr. Owens?" Robin sounds so small when she asks.

"I don't want to," Steve confesses but doesn't elaborate. Calling Dr. Owens means admitting that something is wrong wrong. Steve doesn't want anything to be that wrong. He wants to get back to his life. He's got to get back to job searching, too, and Dr. Owens might deny him that.

[westwiing13]

caught

matt sturniolo x reader (female)

warning: this story contains smut and rough sex

hi everyone! this is my first story and i’m proud of it tbh, but i also apologize if you think it’s bad or… if i did something wrong. lmao idk, enjoy 🫶 oh also, sorry that it’s SO long 😭 i like a good build up.

It was a Friday night, 7PM, and I was hanging out at my boyfriend’s place, Matt. We decided to do a casual date night. That was something I loved about our relationship. We didn’t care for fancy dinner dates. Eating fast food at home, in the car or grabbing a quick meal at a restaurant was enough for us.

We are both sitting at the black kitchen table eating Mc Donald’s.

I pick up a french fry and before I put it in my mouth I ask, “So, we have the place to ourselves the entire night?”

“Yep.”, Matt says then grabbing his root beer soda and taking a sip. “Chris and Nick went to a party and won’t be home til later.”

I chew the french fry and swallow it. “You didn’t want to go?”, I ask.

“Nah. I’d rather spend my night with my girlfriend.” Matt places his right hand on top of my left and gives it a gentle squeeze.

A few moments have passed and we were both done eating our dinner. Matt takes our empty cups, french fry containers, wrappers from our burgers and toss it in the trash can.

I enter into Matt’s room with my right hand in his left. I lead him to the bed where I guide him to sit down and I sit in his lap with my legs wrapped around him. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling the cold chain of his necklace against my bare arms. Matt places his arms on my lower back holding me. We look into each other’s eyes for a few moments taking each other in. Matt smiles at me and gives a little chuckle.

“What, babe?”, I ask while gently running my fingers through his brown hair.

Matt says, “Oh nothing. I’m just thinking to myself how did I get so lucky to have you?”

I blush and smile not knowing what to say because he still manages to give me butterflies and leave me speechless.

All I could say is “I love you.” I place my right hand on his chiseled jawline feeling his rough stubble underneath my hand, and trace his lower lip with my thumb. Matt says I love you back and moves his hands lower and gently squeezes my ass. I lean in placing my lips onto his. I slide my tongue into his mouth. Our tongues collide dance all around swapping saliva. I feel Matt getting hard underneath me. I slowly grind against his hard length. Matt lets out a deep moan. I feel his warm breath against my lips. Matt brings his lips back to mine and we continue to make out. I pull away from our kiss and teasingly bite on his lip. To finish it off I give him a quick peck.

I yawn feeling tired. I unhook my legs from Matt’s waist and get off of him. Matt says, “Hey! What are you doing? You can’t tease me like that.”

I giggle. “I’m going to take a quick nap if that’s okay.” I say while I move the decorative log pillows aside and untuck the sheets to get into Matt’s bed.

“It’s only okay if we get to continue this later.” he says while giving me a sexy smirk and a wink. I shake my head agreeing to his words. I climb into bed and get comfy.

Matt stands up from the foot of the bed, walks over to to me and leans over to give me a gentle kiss on my head. “I’m going to hang out in the living room so I can let you sleep, baby.” I let out a soft mhmm. Matt turns off the lights and shuts the door as he leaves the room.

I wake up in the comfort of Matt’s bed. I grab my phone to check the time. 9:30PM. I place my phone back down on the side table and close my eyes again. A few minutes went by when I suddenly hear, “God, Nick, you fucking suck at this game! You made us lose again! We haven’t won a single game tonight.” I jolted up and saw Matt sitting at his computer playing Fortnite.

“Geez, babe! You almost gave me a heart attack!” He didn’t seem to hear me so I grab one of the log pillows and threw it at him. “Hey!”, he says to me. He turns around and says, “Oh you’re up, baby. Did I wake you?”

“Sorta!”

“I’m sorry.” Matt puts down the PS4 controller and says into the microphone, “Hold on you guys, Y/N woke up. Be back soon.” I could hear Chris and Nick through the headset both saying alright.

Matt walks over to me and sits on the bed. “How was your nap?” he asks moving a piece of hair out of my face and tucking it behind my ear.

“I needed it.” I grab his hand that is near my ear and bring it down onto the bed. “Is that Nick and Chris you’re talking to? I thought they weren’t going to be home til later.” I slowly move my thumb side to side across his hand.

“Yeah, they decided to leave the party early.”

“Don’t they know that we’re doing a date night?”

“Yes. I tried to convince them to stay longer but they wouldn’t. Assholes.” Matt rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy sigh.

“Hey, Matt, it’s okay.“ I lean in and give him a peck on the lips. “I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested.” I say in a flirtatious tone. I can see Matt instantly get hard underneath his Nike grey sweatpants just from my words. I love knowing that I have that kind of control over him. “But Chris and Nick are here. And you and I both know you scream my name when I am absolutely destroying your sweet pussy.”, Matt says softly with a smirk and licks his lips. I lean forward and whisper into his ear, “Well, I’ll just have to learn to be quiet and if I can’t… well… that’s Nick’s and Chris’ problem. They knew we were having a date night.” I bring my hand to Matt’s throbbing dick, I glide my hand across it and he squirms under my touch. I continue to whisper in his ear, “Look at you. Already going crazy from my touch. You tell those boys that you are done with gaming for tonight.” Matt gets up from the bed, walks over to his desk and puts back on his headset and says into the microphone, “Hey, you guys, I am done with Fortnite for the evening.”

“Oh we knew the moment we heard Y/N say, ‘I’m ready to continue where we left off now that I am well rested’ .”, Chris says laughing. “Shut up, bro!” Matt raises his voice. Chris continues to laugh and says, “Forgot to mute your mic, bro.”

“Okay, this got weird fast.” Nick says.

“Goodnight.” Matt says with a serious tone. Matt takes off his headset, logs off of Fortnite and turns off his PS4.

I stretch my arms out in front and wiggle my fingers telling Matt I want to be snuggled up in his arms. Matt walks over to me places his arms around me and rests his head on top of mine. I breathe in his addictive scent of cedarwood and hints of citrus.

“I love it when you get mad, babe.” , I say with a laugh. “It’s both cute and hot.”

“Yeah?” he asks.

I nod. “I love big bad boy Bernard.”, I tease. Matt just rolls his eyes not even knowing what to say to that. Matt lifts his head off of mine, takes his hand puts it under my chin and tilts my head up. He stares into my eyes and puts his lips on mine. He slides his tongue into my mouth and our tongues are once again dancing.

I reach for the drawstring on his sweatpants and untie them while we are still exchanging a wet kiss. I tug on the waistband of both the sweatpants and his underwear. I break the kiss and say, “Take these off.” Matt stands up and removes his grey sweatpants first and I immediately become wet at the sight of Matt’s bulge compressed in his red underwear. He then removes his underwear and his dick springs out fully erected. I get off the bed and kneel in front of him.

“God you are so beautiful staring up at me like that. Put those pretty pink lips to good use, yeah?”, he says.

I first tease him by delicately moving my fingers along his shaft and then I gently lick the tip swirling my tongue around it.

“Please stop teasing me, Y/N.”, Matt begs. He bunches my hair into a messy bun and without warning he bucks his hips and all the sudden I feel his dick at the back of my throat. I place my hands onto his thighs for support. He then starts to thrust in out of my mouth at a steady pace.

“Your pretty mouth feels so fucking good around me.”, he says.

I unclip my black bra and remove it from underneath my shirt. I then lift my shirt up exposing my tits. My nipples go hard from the cold hair. I place both of my index fingers and thumbs to massage my hardened nipples for added pleasure. I begin to moan.

“Fuck, baby, with you moaning like that. I’m not going to be able to last much longer.” he says. He begins to speed up his pace forcing me to have to put my hands back on his thighs for support.

“I’m so close, Y/N.” Matt says with heavy breaths. He removes his dick from my mouth and begins to stroke his dick at a fast pace. Shots of his hot cum lands on my tits. “Fuuuuuck.” Matt says in a deep moan.

I stare up into his beautiful blue eyes and move all of the saliva that formed from the blowjob to my lips and Matt leans down and kisses me as we share the wet sloppy mess.

“You are such a dirty girl for me, huh?”, he says. I glide my fingers across my tits collecting his cum and licking it all up.

Matt takes my hand and helps me up.

“Now it’s my turn to make my princess feel good.”, he says.

He removes my shirt fully exposing my top half. He leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue gliding across my nipple causing me to moan. I place my hands on his head and move my fingers through his soft messy brown hair. Matt stops for a second to help me lay back on the bed with him on top. He starts planting kisses on my neck and makes his way back down to my tits. He takes in the opposite nipple and swirls his tongue around it. He then makes his way further down while his hands massage my tits. Once he gets to my jeans he moves his hands down to unbutton and unzip them. He removes my jeans leaving me only in my black thong. He also removes his black tank top over his head.

Seeing Matt completely naked with only his horse chain/necklace on makes me feel a warmth down in my core.

Matt stands at the foot of the bed and I feel his blue eyes scanning over my body taking in the sight of me.

“Come on, Matt. My pussy is aching for you.”, I say as I begin to touch myself. I can feel the black fabric becoming wet.

Matt leans over and wraps his arms around my legs bringing me closer to the edge of the bed so he has easier access to my pussy. I can feel his hot breath against my flesh. I stop touching myself and let him take over.

Matt firstly moves my thong to the side with his teeth and then starts licking away at my clit. The intense pleasure caught me off guard and I yell, “MATT!” I immediately place my hand over my mouth knowing that Chris and Nick could’ve possibly heard. Matt says against my pussy, “Shhhh… Don’t want my brothers to know that I am eating the shit out of you right now.” He goes back to licking every crevice of my wet aching pussy. The clit, the folds and even inside. “Fuck, Matt. Don’t stop, please.”, I say with heavy breaths. I place my legs over his shoulders and place a hand in his hair grabbing it. Letting him know to not stop and that I am close. I begin to squirm under him and let out deep heavy moans. I feel his tongue going in and out of me at a rapid speed. God he knew how to use that tongue of his. He then goes back over my clit and that’s when I lose it. I feel a pleasuring sensation come over me as I reach my climax. My legs shake uncontrollably and I can’t help but yell his name.

A few seconds later I say, “Holy shit, babe. I think… that was… your best job yet.”, I say trying to catch my breath. Matt then licks me all over and tells me how good I taste.

He comes up, leans forward, and wraps his hand around my neck, whispering, “I told you to be quiet. Turn around and get on all fours for me.”

I do as he says and put my ass into the air. Matt removes my thong by ripping it off me in one swift motion. He spanks my ass and I let out a whimper. He grabs his hard length and glides it in between my folds teasing me.

“Babe, plea-“, before I could finish my sentence he thrusts into me super deep with no warning. I let out a gasp. He gives me a moment to adjust to his size before he starts moving slowly in and out of me.

“Goddamn, Y/N, you are so tight.” He gives my ass another slap and continues to move in and out of my wetness. Matt grabs my hair and pulls my head back as he begins to pick up his pace. My eyes begin to roll to the back of my head I can feel the familiar sensation forming in my stomach knowing I am close.

“Matt- I- I’m—“

“Me too, babe.”

His dick twitching inside of me knowing he is close. I reach for my clit and rub it with my fingers in a circular motion.

The door opens and Nick walks in, “Hey, Matt, do you know where—“ Both Matt and I look over and see Nick with terror in his eyes. I try to say something but I am so overwhelmed with pleasure and also close to reaching my climax that I can’t get any words out.

“Hey, bro! Get outta here!”, Matt yells.

Nick exclaims, “Oh shit! Sorry!” He exits so fast closing the door behind him.

Right after the door closes I feel my pussy clenching around his dick while I reached my peak. “Matt! I- I’m cumming! Holy—!”

“Yes, baby, cum for me.”, Matt says out of breath continuing move in and out of me.

Seconds later I feel Matt bucking his hips and his warm cum filling me up. Matt pulls out and collapses next to me.

“Holy fucking shit.”, he says, “that was so hot.”

I turn over and lay next to him. Our hot sweaty bodies touching.

“You should’ve locked the door, silly.”, I say with a giggle.

[beat-the-morning]

Car rapids || Hozier x reader

Kinktober: Day 3 - Quickie

prompt list

Tags: quickie, car sex, semi-public sex i guess, dom/sub undertones kinda

Summary: Things get hot while on the car with Andrew on the way to his parent’s house for dinner, unfortunately you can’t be late, so it’s time to be quick

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: idk if i did yesterday’s since im scheduling these as i finish them but i probably didn’t because i don’t like writing it. So sorry for that. Anyway hope you like this one that i wrote between 11pm and 5am but i did like it so make of that what you will. Tomorrow’s prompt is facesitting I’ll see you all there

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Your hands were on the wheel, eyes focused on the road as you drove across the Irish countryside. Your boyfriend, Andrew, sat next to you, looking out the window while he hummed along to a song playing from the car speakers. You and Andrew had decided to go on a little weekend getaway to Galway, just the tiniest change of scenery since leaving Ireland was out of the question, given the dinner with his parents on Sunday, which you were driving to right now, being a bit over halfway there. For once and by powers unknown to you, you were on time, early even, maybe because you told Andrew that you were already running late when you told him to finish getting ready when you were actually not, something that, once he found out about when you were already in the car and moving, he had (jokingly) complained endlessly about for the first fifteen minutes of the journey before apologising with a kiss to your cheek and putting on some music.

As you continued to drive, Andrew’s eyes wandered from the passing views over to you, a tiny smile forming in his face as he looked you up and down, his hand moved to your thigh, squeezing it ever so slightly. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, trying your best to suppress a smile. “Andrew.” You warned him.

“Hm?” He hummed in question, fake innocence in his voice as he spoke. “What is it, baby?”

“Hands off,” you gently scolded him, “can’t focus on the road if you’re all over me.”

“It’s just a hand on your thigh, love, nothing more.” He smiled, his grip tightening a little.

“Last time you said that we ended up having a pregnancy scare.” You reminded him.

“You’re the one that told me to finish inside when I wasn’t wearing a condom,” he teased back, chuckling softly, “and you’re on birth control now, anyway.”

“Not my point.”

“Then what was it?”

“That it’s never ‘nothing’ with you, or with me.” You said, the last words coming out in a flustered whisper.

“So I should take my hand off your thigh?” He smirked, knowing he was slowly winning you over.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, “you can keep it there, if you want, but no higher.”

“As you wish, baby.” He nodded, leaving his hand on your thigh, his fingers drawing small circles on it. He went back to looking out the window as you drove, a comfortable silence falling over the both of you again, only disturbed by the soft music.

°*°*°

“I was thinking,” Andrew said, breaking the silence that had fallen over you both a little over an hour ago, his hand still on your thigh, “you practically never drive, you’re always my passenger princess, especially in longer drives.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, “why do you say that?”

“Because you’re driving right now, why?” His grip tightened on your thigh again.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged, “you drove us on the way there and then drove everywhere while we were in Galway, thought I’d let you rest from the wheel for a bit.”

“That’s sweet of you,” he smiled, “so it’s not because you don’t like my reckless driving?”

“No, I actually really like it, it’s fun when you drive like a maniac.” You chuckled, “ and I like the things we do while you’re driving, too.” You added, a cheeky smile on your face as you felt your cheeks heat up.

Andrew smiled too, a clear idea in his eyes now that you had brought up the subject. “Yeah? You like it when I finger you while we drive through the middle of nowhere, baby?” He teased, you nodded, biting your lip as you felt his grip tightening again. “Use your words.”

“Y-yeah,” you whined softly, suppressing a moan.

“D’you want me to do it while you drive, baby?”

“Can’t.” You answered, “I get distracted easily, I could crash your car.”

“Stop the car, then,” he suggested, his voice smooth and sultry as he leaned slightly closer to you. “Let me make you feel good, pet, it won’t take long.”

“You always say that,” a whine escaped you as you feigned resistance to his advances, in reality, your eyes were already looking for a good place to stop the car. “To you ‘not taking long’ means at least forty five minutes.”

“Won’t take more than ten, fifteen at most.” He whispered, “just stop the car and get on my lap, let me feel you around me. Let me hear those pretty little sounds you make, sweetness.”

You found a spot to stop at right as he stopped speaking, and thank God you did because you had seriously considered stopping the car in the middle of the road and fucking him right then and there. You slowed down, driving to the side of the road and stopping the car as Andrew’s smile widened, he leaned closer to you as he clicked his seatbelt open, his lips finding your jaw and planting soft kisses as you clicked your own seatbelt open. You turned your head towards him, your lips finding his and immediately latching on, passionately kissing him as you moved from the driver’s seat and onto his lap, straddling him as best you could. His hands moved to your skirt, pulling it up as fast as he could, a couple curses escaped him between kisses as he struggled to get the maxi skirt out of the way. You giggled softly at every curse of his, your hands working fast on his belt and jeans, quickly undoing them and pulling them down along with his boxers just enough so his cock, already hard and with a flushed tip, could spring free from its confines, slapping against his clothed stomach and making him whine lightly.

You spat on your hand and started to gently jerk him off while he struggled with your skirt and your hips gently grinded on him, you core desperate for some attention. “I’m going to rip this thing off you, I swear to God.” He muttered under his breath in frustration, moaning softly as you moved your hand. You giggled softly. “Not funny, baby.” He scolded you.

“You know you can just lift it up, right? You don’t need to take it off completely.” You reminded him, your lips finding his neck, peppering soft kisses along it.

“But then how will I see what pretty panties you’re wearing today?” He complained, still fighting the skirt.

“You do that and we’ll be late to dinner with your parents, and I’m not going to explain to them why we're late.”

“Fine,” he conceded, lifting your skirt and caressing your ass for a couple seconds before smacking it sharply, making you whine, “and don’t bring up my parents while I’m trying to fuck you again, yeah?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled softly. Andrew moved your underwear to the side, pulling you closer and blindly positioning you above his cock. You slowly sat down on it, making both of you gasp at the feeling. You moved your hips up and down on his cock, bouncing on it as he held onto you, planting warm kisses on your neck.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you’re perfect, so fucking perfect.” He moaned onto your neck, starting to thrust up, meeting you halfway. His hand moved from your side to your pussy, his thumb finding your clit and flicking it quickly, pressing on it every so often, making you whine softly. Your hands moved to his hair, gripping his long curls while pure white pleasure ran through your veins like the most potent drug. You felt that all-familiar coil form in your lower abdomen, your breathing becoming ragged and whiny. “Almost there, baby? Already? You’re really sensitive today, you never get like this so fast.” He teased, each sentence finishing with a kiss to your neck.

You wanted to argue back, but when you opened your mouth to do so all that came out was a loud moan, your face heating up from slight embarrassment as Andrew chuckled. The coil in your stomach became stronger and stronger with each passing second, your legs shaking slightly, bouncing up and down on his cock was becoming increasingly difficult as you felt your orgasm coming, “Fuck! Andy!” You moaned loudly, stopping your movements out of sheer ecstasy, your legs shaking with pleasure, Andrew continued to fuck you, thrusting up into your pussy as he played with your clit. “Please! Oh my god! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease” you begged in a desperate moan, you weren’t even sure what it was you were begging for, Andrew did though, he kissed from your neck to your ear, whispering softly as he fucked you mercilessly.

“It’s okay, darling, come for me, let me feel you, baby.” He lightly bit your earlobe as you found your release, the coil in your core snapping as you moaned loudly, your hips shaking with the intensity of your orgasm. His hand moved away from your clit and to your hips as he lifted them up and down to fuck you better, overstimulating you as he chased his own release. He came not long after, his hips snapping up to yours as he filled you with his cum, soft groans escaping him while you whined from the overstimulation.

He came down from his peak, kissing your neck and face as you still tried to ground yourself. “Fifteen minutes,” he said with a smug tone.

“What?” You asked softly, still a bit out of it.

“We took fifteen minutes, told you I could be quick,” he chuckled.

“How the hell do you know that?” You mumbled into his shoulder, your post-orgasmic tiredness catching up to you.

“Car clock,” he said smugly, “it was 2:07pm when you got on my lap, and now it's 2:22pm.”

“You’re impossible,” you giggled, thinking it funny how he had made a mental note of the time just to prove he was right.

“You love it,” he smiled into your hair. “I think I’ll drive the rest of the way, you look exhausted, love.”

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded, getting off his lap and settling onto the passenger's seat, after fixing your underwear and skirt. Andrew fixed his own clothes, adjusted the driver’s seat to accommodate his height, and began driving to his parents’ house, still on time for dinner.

[cuntyhunty22]

Hope again.

Paring : Jackson!oldman!joel x reader

Tags : fluff. Mention of death. Mention of K!ll!ng people. Smut. cum licking. Fingering. (This one is more chill)

Minors don't interact

Description : reader has traveled to Jackson, she has been taken in after a tragedy has happened. Reader is getting adjusted making friendships. Slight enemy to lovers. Age gap.

(No abby (let my man live and be happy) (family is around, just happy)

Idk just a little something I daydreamed about. My old man Joel deserves love.

As always there is a "soundtrack" below of songs that gave me inspiration.

~feedback is ALWAYS appreciated ~

•

The initial outbreak happened over 20 years ago... you were about 10 then.. fast forward to now.. you are 30. You have traveled all over looking for safe refuge. Your mom was the first to go.. then before you reached Jackson right outside the gate your sister died in your arms. You fought so hard to keep her alive. You were definitely the fighter out of the two of you. Better with weapons, better with Fighting people off. The savage of the two. But it was she who was the brains , the oil that made the machine work. You made this journey because you heard rumors of a safe haven out here. You were able by some will of the universe to find someone you knew before the outbreak. She found you while she was on patrol. Raiders took over your camp injuring your sister to where she eventually passed from her wounds. That was a week ago....

•

You've been staying in an extra room at your friends home, Maria mentioned your home would be ready this week. She was more than happy to take you in ,as your friend is apart of the council here in Jackson. Maria was waiting on the contractor and his team to finish one thing in the home you'd be staying in. Jackson has been good to you so far, aside from mourning the passing of your sister. You went for a walk around town just getting comfortable. You've started talking to others here hoping to develop some relationships. The apocalypse can get pretty lonely. The others your age seem pretty chill, so far Dina and Ellie have been your favorite. They were about your sisters age. So maybe that's why. Maria is incredible all about her buisness, and her family. But you still in a way feel like an outsider.. no family.. no partner.. just you.

•

"Hey I am headed to getting food with some of the others would you like to join.!?" Dina asked you. "Hey Dina! Um actually yes I would love that!" She gives you a smile. "Perfect I'm meeting up with them down at the hall I was just heading there now." The hall is probably 5 or so minutes away from where you were. "So what brought you here.?"

"Well my sister and I have been traveling, hopping from place to place. Camps, Qzs, But no where ever felt like home. After our mom passed we never stayed in one place and finally we were just ready to settle down. Have a chance at some type of normalcy. My friend who brought me in, I ran into her while she was on patrol.. she seen the raiders attacking us.. which I know you heard about. What happened and what not which brought the passing of my sister."

Dina looked at you with caring eyes. "I know I'm sorry about her."

"It's okay.. that's life I guess. People die everyday."

"Yeah but it doesn't make it any better. So just you then?"

"Just me."

Once you reached the dining hall it's full. Some people you recognized others you did not.

"Hey guys, I brought someone along. Figured she could use the company.!" Dina introduces you to the others that you haven't met yet. You chatted a bit with everyone, it was nice.. refreshing almost.

You finished up and were about to head home when you seen him. Broad shoulders, curly hair, grey through out it, big brown eyes covered by glasses.. handsome old man.. intimidating but at the same time intriguing. Dina and Ellie notice you staring.

"That's Joel." Ellie says. "He's my-"

"Parental advisor" Dina chimes in.

"Oh-.. wow.. so he's like your dad.?" You felt kinda guilty for even finding him attractive now..

"I guess so. He's just Joel." Ellie shrugs.

"Ah- okay..." you trail off hoping it wasn't as obvious as you felt you checking him out. (Hey it's the apocalypse you don't see many hot men.) "well. (You laugh slightly.) I'm gonna go..."

You go to walk away and as you do you end up running right into Joel. His body like a brick wall.. (But the heat of a man's body made you feel a way. )

"Jesus kid you gon pay attention." Joel scoffs. "Who are you? Have I met you.?"

Joel looks you up and down.

You stutter. ( unusual for you.)

"Hi yeah sorry. No we haven't met."

"Didn't think so.. what you another one we let it.. another house I gotta fix that Maria is on my ass about."

"Jesus well when you put it like that.. Joel is it?" You scoff. Because as handsome as he is. He is being a total dick. If he only knew the week you had.

"Yeah I'm Joel." He cocks his head in curiosity, wondering how you know his name.

"Well ok Joel. Good to meet you I guess." You flip him the middle finger smirking at him.

You turn to tell Ellie Dina and the others goodbye. You notice Dina whispering in Ellie's ear something as you walk away. You feel Joel's eyes on you as you make your way out the door.

Once you got back to your room, your friend told you that you would be moving into your house in the morning. In exchange for your house, you would be doing patrols and whatever else Maria needed. You offered to bartend or cook as well, it would be nice to not have to fight for a while.

•

The next morning

Today you were being moved into the house You didn't have much, but Maria made sure you were gonna be taken care of. It was small. But it was a house. Four walls. Something you haven't had in years. A room. A kitchen. A bathroom. Your friend walks you over, Maria is there to greet you.

"Hello how are you doing.?"

"Good I'm good.. thank you.. really.."

"No need, we take care of one another here. We all know what it's like to be a refuge one way or another."

Joel walks around the corner. You lock eyes. And he's even more good looking in the day light.

"This is Joel.. have you met yet.? Maria asks.

"Yeah we met yesterday." You glare at him. Hoping today maybe he will be a bit nicer. (God please be nice. You're too hot to not be.)

"By that glare you are giving him I'm assuming so."

"We met yesterday at the hall, she was having dinner with Dina and Ellie before she ran into me." Joel pipes in.

You scoff

"Yeah and I said I was sorry and then you proceeded to be a dick. "Oh YoU aRe AnOtHeR OnE.. blah blah old grumpy man mumbles"

"Joel, what did you say to her!? " Maria questions.

"All I said was. Oh she's another one I gotta fix a house for or build somethin for s'all.. ya know you been on me and I been tryin. Wasn't meant to be rude"

"It's not what you said it's how you said it Joel." Maria replies. "Everyone has a story Joel. Everyone deserves a chance. Remember when that was you."

"Yeah... anyway.. if you need anythin or somethin needs fixed.. I'm a few houses down." Joel looks at you as he leaves.

"Sorry about Joel.. he's a little hard headed.. he's been through a lot.. Tommy is his younger brother. Joel is a good man.. just takes time to get under his hard exterior."

(Oh I'd like to see under.. wait no. Bad brain. He's a dick.)

"It's fine. I get it. That's what people say about me too, my sister was the easy going.. and I was the dark and broody."

"Sounds exactly like Joel and Tommy. Anyways I'll let you get settled.. in a few days we will get you on patrol, or whatever you feel comfortable doing. Even though in my opinion I think you need a break. I don't want you trying to do anything to put yourself in jeopardy."

"Sounds good thank you again."

•

Maria and your friend leaves, now it's just you. The house is insanely quiet. Something that you aren't used to, and If it was quiet you had to be fully aware of your surroundings. But not here. Here you can relax. You go to the kitchen and see that there was a can of coffee on the counter along with a coffee pot. Coffee is hard to come by.. and so is this pot. Maria left you a note saying it was a welcome present. "Fuck yeah." You mutter to yourself. You make your self a pot.. You then have a flashback when you traded a pair of your sister's shoes for coffee and how she was pissed at you at first until you made her a cup and she forgot how much she loved coffee. You zone out for a moment until you realize you were crying, then there was a knock on your door.

"Just a minute!" You wipe your tears walking to open the door, and when you open it there he stands.

"Hello." You cock your head in curiosity on why the hell he would be here.

"Hi um.. I think I owe you an apology... wait is that coffee.?"

"It is... ummm do you want a cup.?"

(God girl what are we doin.)

"Sure."

"Come in."

Joel follows you, your back to him but you could feel his eyes. Something told you the way he was looking at you was exactly how you looked at him the night before. Joel sits down at the small table, his big broad structure almost too big to be sitting there. You pour him a cup and sit down across from him. Now you can really look at him. The grey patches in his beard, the scars, how his glasses slightly tilt forward on his nose.. and his hands.. god his hands. You sit in silence for a moment.

"You came to apologize.?" You look at him right into his eyes.

"Yeah."

"Okay go on."

"I just said I apologize kid, what do you want a whole speech."

"First off. I'm not a kid let's get that straight. Secondly. Yes or at least an explanation of what you are apologizing for." You lean back making your shirt rise slightly showing your tattoos. You happen to see Joel look.

"Eyes up here old man." You smirk.

"I uh- ok. I apologize for bein an ass. I'm just trying to get things movin and more people are comin in and I took that out on you."

"Mhmmm"

"Mhmmm is all I get.?"

"I'm sharing my coffee, and I didn't kick your ass when you checked me out just now."

"I wasn't.. you are like my kids age. I uh-"

You raise your shirt exposing your fully tattooed stomach, along with scars of your past. Joel licks his lips and lets out a soft grunt. Wiggling in his seat.

" point proven old man, and I ain't your kids age. I am 10 years older than her. You can relax about that now."

"Still a kid to me."

You chuckle.

"You are sweetheart. So that makes ya what.. 30? .. I'm 56. And I wasn't checking you out. You would know if I was."

Him saying that just made this a challenge. Sure you have been with other men.. and woman.. things get lonely.. sometimes you used your body to get things you needed. Not proud of it but you used what you had to your advantage to survive. This was something entirely different. This was a want solely because of attraction. physically. The need of it.

"I already know. I can't tell by how you shifted in your seat, how even yesterday how your eyes lingered on me a little longer than they should."

Joel sets down his empty coffee cup. Standing up

"I should get goin, go check on Ellie, see what else Maria has for me today.."

Joel walks toward your front door

"She's probably with Dina... and thought you were tired of helping."

You stand in front of the door so he can't open it yet. He stands in front of you face to face inches away from each other. Joel reaches around you to grab the door handle. Instead he falls forward pushing you against the door, your bodies touching. His lips above your ear as he pushes your hair back off your shoulder leaning in.

"Thanks for the coffee" he whispers.

You could smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath. Not thinking your body taking over you run your hands gracefully through his hair. Joel letting out what sounded like a very quiet moan.

"You are welcome.. and I accept your apology."

You lean up opening the door. Giving him a smile.

"Let me know if you need anything okay?"

"I will Joel."

Joel leaves, you watch him walk down the road and he really does just live like maybe 4 houses away. You decided to take a walk it was mid afternoon now, and summer here in Jackson. People are out enjoying the sun. The peacefulness. You just walk..and walk.. observing everything, everyone. Being one with what's around you. In a way you needed this. Time to clear your emotions. Gain some clarity of where you are. Losing track of time or where you were even going. Not paying attention you slam right into Joel... again...

"Oh my god." You look up at him . His brown eyes looking down at you.

"Is this gonna be a habit? Am I gonna have to like wear bright fucking orange or somethin?" Joel smirks.

"Sorry I - " your eyes fill with tears "I'm sorry I wasn't here kinda lost in my own head." You wipe your eyes quickly hoping he didn't notice. (He definitely did.)

"Are you okay.?" Joel touches your arm gently, sending shivers through your whole body. At this point everyone around is watching you.

"God people are gonna think I'm a fucking nut case, I'm - I'm fine Joel. I am sorry this time for running into you. Looks like we are gonna make a habit of apologies." You laugh. "I um I'm going back home."

"You wanna get a drink, maybe you could use one? There's music tonight."

(Joel. And alcohol. Bad idea. )

"Yes I do."

•

•

Not is it every day do you see Joel miller walk into a bar with a woman.. but today wasn't every other day. The community of course whispers. Tales about him and his past.. and now same for you. Things you have done.. how you are unstable, ticking time bomb. You could say maybe you were two peas in a pod and you didn't even realize it.

"Oh my god is that tequila.?" Your eyes light up. "I fucking love tequila."

Joel calls over the bartender. "Whiskey neat.. and two shots of tequila for the lady."

"Oh lady?" You look at Joel, smirk on your face.

" I didn't call you kid" he smiles back at you.

"You didn't ... but giving me tequila well that makes me un lady like. Well hell I don't think I've ever really been a lady. That was my sister's fortè." You sigh realizing you brought your sister up. Figuring now there were going to be questions. Joel now looking at you, observing your body language. Here ya go the bartender says as she sets down the drinks. Without hesitation you take one right after the other knowing damn well that was a bad idea. 2 shots lead to 4 shots.. led to 6 shots.. led to you losing count.

•

The bar was filling up with people on this beautiful summer night. Each time someone new came in their eyes drifted to the pair in the corner throwing back shots , talking like there is no tomorrow with one another. Laughing, subtle touches. An unexpected pair.

That's when Tommy walked in.

"Hey big brother." Joel looks at him not knowing exactly what to say. At this point you have left Joel to go dance, the band was playing and you felt free, felt safe.

"Hey Tommy."

"I seen you two have gotten acquainted.?"

"Yeah somethin like that, um-" Joel struggled with his words because honestly he didn't even know how to comprehend any of this. It's been a long time since he has been on a date if that's what this was.

"It's good big brother.. you deserve some fun, you know her story right.?"

At that point of the night your complete story wasn't told, just bits and pieces.

"No" Joel looks at Tommy concerned

Tommy explains to him about how you were traveling to Jackson. The distance you traveled just you and her.. how you lost your sister. How she died in your arms.. like how Sarah died in his.. (you don't know that.) He then explained how that the next morning when Joel had patrol when they found those raiders. but some of them got away.. the one who killed your sister was one of them. He then explained the lore about you.. your ruthlessness.. how you take no prisoners.. how you are pretty much Joel..

"Hiiiii Tommy!! Where is Maria. She's so nice" (you are sluring your words)

Okay.. um I think I should go home...."

You start walking out..

"Wait let me walk you." Joel grabs your hand pulling you back.

"Goodnight big brother.. take care of the girl.." Tommy gives Joel a wink.

"Always"

•

You stumble out of the bar. I mean you don't get to drink tequila everyday, and it's been a minute since you have.

"Hey easy girl.. hold on to me"

Joel hooks your arm through his to stable you to walk.

"Soooo you save all the pretty damaged ladies.. or what." You giggle.

"No.. this is actually the first time in a very very very long time I have been out with a woman." Joel's voice gets soft as he realizes he is being vulnerable.

"Good because I don't need Savin. I'm done for." Joel stops for a second. Looks at you eyes locking.

"Tommy was right." You look at him totally confused.

"Uh okay sir take me home."

You finally reach your house. Joel opens the door getting you inside. Pours you a glass of water leading you to your bedroom. Very very much intoxicated you start taking off your clothes.

"Hey sweetheart " Joel turns the other direction. You have shed your top and jeans leaving you in a bralette and a thong.

"Oh god quit. You can look. Modesty is not my thing honey. And anyways you already looked at me earlier." Joel turns to look at you. He then really realizes how long it has been. Taking in your curves, how your breast accentuate the bralette you have on. The scars and ink on your skin and how he wants to explore every inch, hear every story. You plop down on your bed. Joel standing in your doorway. You pat the bed on the space next to you.

"Sweetheart... I don't.. maybe that's not a good idea." Joel shakes his head. Fighting between what he wants to do and what he thinks is the right thing to do.

"Oh come on old man.. what's Little ol me gonna do huh?"

Joel sighs because this is a fight he will not win. An urge too hard to fight.

"Fuck it." Joel comes over sitting on the other side of you.

"See how hard was that.." you smile ear to ear, because for the first time in a long time you are actually enjoying yourself.

"Mhm I'm pretty fucking hard.."

"Wait what?" Joel clears his throat.

"Nothing I just said it was hard."

You are lying on your side, inches between you and Joel who is sitting his back against the wall legs down the bed. His hand in the space between you. He catches you staring at his hand.

"What? Why you starin at my hand.? Are you sure you ain't a nut job.?" You push his shoulder, his hand reaching up grabbing your wrist his fingers trailing down your hand interlinking his fingers with yours.

"Are you holding my hand Joel miller?"

"Yeah.. yeah.. is that okay.?" Joel asks nervously.

"It's more than okay.." you roll over closing the space between you. Your head on his shoulder, leg crossed over his. "Is this okay.?" You ask looking up at him.

"More than okay"

"Okay..what about this.." un buttoning his buttons on his flannel sliding it off his shoulders to the floor, your hands running under the hem of his tee shirt then lifting it off.

Joel lets out a grunt. As your hands touch his bare skin. "More than okay."

You slip your leg over him, legs now on either side of him. Sitting up looking at him as his hands fondle all over your body.

"Is this okay.?" You ask as your hands touch his face leaning forward lips inches away. Joel shivers under your touch as your hands leave his face trailing down his body. For a 56 year old his body is still in impeccable shape, scars cover him.

"More than okay." He whispers as you are nose to nose now. Each other's hands exploring each other's bodies like you haven't been touched in years. (Really you haven't.. not like this)

"Kiss me then." Joel pulls back slightly just looking at you nervously.

"Sweetheart.. I- it's been-"

"Just do it Joel."

His calloused hands cup each side of your face, taking his time moving his lips towards yours, eyes never leaving yours. You inch in closing the distance.

"If it's too much it's fi-" your sentence was cut off by Joel's lips on yours. It was gentle and Warm. He pulls back for a moment before going right back in, this time the kiss was more intense, his lips moving at a slow rhythm you mirroring it. You got a bit bold sliding your tongue into his mouth and Joel happily obliged. The kisses were careful until they weren't. It was like breathing again after being underwater. It was fire and gasoline. It was like you couldn't get enough. The more you took the more you wanted. Joel's hands still on your face pulling you in even more each time he would kiss you , each time he would caress his tongue with yours. It's like he was holding on so he didn't lose you. You suck on his bottom lip making him moan into you. Running your hands through his hair, you couldn't help but notice you were grinding your hips into his. Both bottom halves of you still clothed. You in your panties and Joel in his jeans. Joel's hands leave your face trailing down your body. Eyes looking at every part of you. Taking it all in.

You lean to his ear lips grazing it.

"Is this okay.?" As you purposefully this time grind against him feeling his bulge below you.

"Um-ugh fuck sweetheart. You keep doing that I'll make a mess.. it's been years since I've been with anyone."

You stop, now looking him in the eyes.

"Then we can stop.. I don't wanna be something you regret. If it's been that long. I don't know if you have morals or whatever."

Joel chuckels

"Baby girl my morals have been gone for a long long time." He flips you over on to your back. Kissing down your jaw, making you let out a moan you have been holding back this whole time. Kissing back up your jaw slightly nibbling on your ear

"Is this okay?" He whispers.

You grab his hand leading him between your thighs to your heat hot with arousal. He gently moves them to the side, grazing his ring finger down and up.

"By how wet I am, I think it's more than okay."

Joel does this a few times still slightly hesitant with how long it's been.

"Jesus Joel.." you moan. He's barely touching you but it feels like he has taken over your whole body. Then it's like it clicks.. like riding a bike.. his manly instinct kicks in realizing he has this beautiful woman in the palm of his hands. He circles your clit with his thumb, watching you arch bucking your hips up trying to get more pressure. He slides his index finger inside while he has his thumb working on your clit. You were right about his hands, one finger is already stretching you. You pull his face to yours because you NEEDED to kiss him. You needed to consume everything of him you could. Those sweet kisses from earlier are gone and have been replaced with ones with hunger and need. Ones with heavy moans into one another as he adds another finger into you.

Joel now grunting obviously aroused by the sounds you are making as your pussy tightens around his fingers.

"Joel" you manage to choke out. Your lips still against his

"Yes" his breath heavy against you.

You unbuttoned his jeans, able to see the print of his seemingly hard cock. Joel looks down..

"Well that's been awhile since it's been like that."

You graze your nails down his chest causing him to curse under his breath. Hands leading to the top of his underwear. Joel not stopping you. You pull them down slightly, his cock falling out, hard, heavy, and huge. Your eyes glisten at the sight of pre cum on the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight not knowing where you wanted it more. Your mouth. Deep inside your pussy. Or hell even your ass. You gently wrap your hand around it making Joel's body jump. You stroke him, pulling his face to yours. You move your hand up and down, feeling him become harder each stoke. Joel couldn't contain the noises and moans leaving his body.

"Is this okay?" You stroking him, lips kissing down his jaw, down to his neck.

Joel unable to form any type of sentence besides a moan, his hands find your breast kneading them, feeling your nipples harden under his rough finger tips.

"More than okay." He finally managed to reply. Joels hands slip under the band of your bralette pulling it off of you. Throwing it to the floor. Hand's slowly making their way back toward the ache between your thighs. He pulls your panties off in a swift motion leaving you completely naked under him.

"Wanna know somethin?" You look up at Joel who's removing his pants along with his underwear.

"Yeah I do"

He looks at you in a way you only dreamed of a man looking at you.

"I think fate brought us here. I think you and I are more similar than we realize.."

He makes his way back on to the bed, spreading your legs putting himself between them.

"Is that so."

"Yes"

Joel lines himself up to your entrance, barely the tip but you can already feel the stretch. Joel hesitates for a second. Acting kinda unsure of himself until he see you wiggle under him, your body doing the begging for you.

With a gentle thrust he invades you, leaving your body shaking. In and out slowly. Both of you feeling everything of one another.

Joel looking down at you as he fills you completely full. You taking every single inch, his tip hitting that sweet spot. It was just right but still you both needed more and you didn't even know till each line was crossed. Joel's rhythm still slow and steady. Your hand trails to the top of your mound finding your clit who is begging to be touched. You begin circling it, amplifying everything by a mile. Joel notices and this does something to him, something he hasn't felt in what felt like forever. His pace picks up. Thrust after thrust after thrust. The pressure of him building. You wrap your legs around him pulling him even deeper. Your lips kissing his. Hands in his curls pulling on them everytime that spot was touched. It was like your bodies knew one another.

"Where did you come from.?" Joel speaks against your lips.

"The devil maybe." Joel thrust harder. Making you moan into him, his thumb tracing your lips you suck it gently.

"I don't think the devil is as sweet as this is."

Joel thrusts even more, your body feeling like it could either explode or spilt in half. Your stomach burns and you feel your climax building.

"Joel I- oh my god- right there."

"You what sweetheart.. look at me."

"I'm gonna - fuck."

Joel hits that spot a few more times. Your pussy clinging on every thrust. Clinching down on Joel's cock.

You unravel below him, bodies shaking. Joel pulls out and as he does cum seeps down his cock. He was so invested in your orgasm he didn't realize his was right there was well. You stare at him. At the his cum covered cock.

"Can I?" You question.

"Can you-" Joel was cut off by you licking cum off of his cock.

"Jesus fuck-" he curses grabbing your hair.

You smile back at him. Still slightly tipsy but high on what just transpired between the two of you.

"Soooooo." You trail off not knowing what to say after all that.

You lay your head on his chest, laying on one of his arms, the other arm free as Joel's hand trace the ink on your body, some tattoos covering scars, other scars on their own.

"Any of these have meaning.?"

"The scars or the tattoos." You look at him.

"Both."

"Point to one and I'll explain.."

There is a deep long scar on your rib cage covered by dark black fowers.

"This one."

That one was from the Columbus QZ. Mom was in a bad place.. people were bombing buildings. Raiders came in tried to steal the medicine she needed. That's one of my first ones.. probably one of the worst as well.. was deep as hell, I stitched myself."

Joel's eyes focused on you. Watching you speak.

"Ok this one.." points to the somewhat new scar on your chest above your heart.

"You're not gonna like this story. But I'll tell it.. I was involved with a man.. for awhile.. he said he was gonna cut my heart out.. some shit went down. He tried... didn't succeed tho."

Joel's jaw clenches at the thought of a man trying to hurt you. Tracing leaves that wrap around your ribs

"Honestly most of the tattoos were because I was bored. It was something I could go to feel pain but also relief. Therapy I guess."

"Ellie has a tattoo.. it's a moth.. " Joel cracks a smile.

"I seen.. I have a moth too actually. It's on the back of my arm." You show him.

It's beyond late now.. time has flown by.

"So um - I should probably go... it's late.. I don't know if Ellie is home. Should be up early to check on the projects.." Joel runs his hands through your hair.

"Yeahs.. yeah.. that's fine.. umm okay.."

You stutter. Not knowing what this was going to be.. was it going to be a one time thing.. was it gonna be something.. you didn't know.. a part of you wanted to know but another part knew better to get attached to people.

"Hey.. sit up and look at me for sec." Joel's tone sounding serious.

You sit up turning to face him. Both of you still naked, barring everything. Your bodies your souls.

"Yeah?" You look at him.

" I don't do these things.. well I haven't done these things in a long time..."

Your body shifts not knowing where he was going with this.

"I'm just sayin I have a kid well an Ellie.. and I have responsibilities.."

"Joel I'm not here to complicate any of that.. my life has been complicated .. and hard.. I want the opposite. I'm ready to stay in one spot for a while. Be boring for once in my life.. you don't have to explain.. this can just be what it was. Two people who just had a need to fill.."

"You're missin what I was sayin.. I didn't mean that.. I just meant if I put myself here.. it's because I wanted to be.. I wanted to do this with you.. to talk to you.. same thing with the other things in my life.. I'm too damn old to not be that way."

You look at him , slight smile forming.

"Okay." You say.

"Okay?"

"Okay I mean you know where to find me.. if you wanna see me.. if you want to talk.. if you want to pin me to this mattress again. I'm not going anywhere anytime soon. I have no place else.. no one else." Your eyes water realizing you never really did mention your sister.

"Tommy told me." Joel looks at you, his thumb running across your cheek. "He told me she died in your arms.. that you brought her all this way and she died right outside the gates.. I guess I didn't put two and two together because I heard about that and then the next mornin I did patrol.. "

you look at him, worry in your eyes.. but also curiosity.

"You did patrol the next morning? Did you see them.. do you know where they went.? I killed 3 of them.. but not him.. not the one who stabbed her."

Your body is now shaking.

"Hey, look at me." Joel holds your shoulders

"The ran back the other direction towards the river.. I don't know more than that.

You look at Joel. Your eyes dark.

"I'm about to ask you something serious and I want you to be honest. I've heard the words people say about you.. what you have done.." Joel's body tenses.

"I need to know.. if they come back here.. or if I ever see him.. you will let me kill him. Or you will help me kill him. Maria hasn't put me on patrol for that reason.. she's worried vengeance will take over me and I'll Go off on my own looking. Joel I have to.. if I have that chance I'm going to take it. I'm not saying I'm leaving here to go do that.. I'm saying if my path ever crosses, if that's my fate you will help me carry that out."

Joel looks at you. His eyes watering as he relates to your pain.

"You have my word."

•

Joel gets dressed to leave you, it's early morning by this point.

"Um I'll see you later yeah?" Joel asks.

"I'm sure you'll see me sometime today.. go sleep for a bit old man."

He leaves you with a kiss, as he tuck you in to your bed. You lay there for a moment taking everything In that just happened. How he makes you feel. Lost in those thoughts you eventually drift off to sleep.

•

•

You wake up finally, it's about lunch time. You are definitely hung over. "Fuck I need food." You throw on a tank top, skinny jeans and some boots and head out the door. You can't help but catch yourself looking down the street wondering exactly which one is his house and if he was home... (focus bitch. Ow my head hurts.)

You walk into town, patrol is about to head out. No one you really knew was on it.. even though you were curious what route they were on today and if there was anything connecting to the raiders. You promised yourself you wouldn't do that but here you were.. you needed a distraction.. you needed Joel. You pass the shops, the stables, finally you see him. He's standing outside those glasses on his face, his hands on his hips directing people. Do you walk by.. do you just go get food.. "fuck it."

You walk towards the job site, a house that's being fixed up, others outside as well chatting amongst one another listening to Joel give orders. You are getting closer hoping to not seem like a stalker or hell run right into him again since that's become a habit. You didn't have to try too hard because he's staring right at you.

You are feet away from him now.

"Hey sweetheart. How are ya feelin?"

Smile across Joel's face.

"Hey you. I have headache I was heading to get food. And somehow my path lead me to you." You smirk at him.

"Mhm give me 10 minutes I'll go with you."

"Okay." You couldn't help the wide ass smile that's across your face.

10 minutes go by.

"You ready?"

"Yes I am starving.. my head is killing me, I haven't drank like that in forever." Joel chuckles

"Yeah sweetheart quite a bit of tequila."

You both walk side my side, close but still distance between. It was like a line you weren't sure to cross but you both wanted to. Your hands fall at your side, Joel's hand brushed against yours and just like that your body is on fire. You keep walking and it happens again.. this time he grabs your hand pulling you behind a building. His lips crash on to yours pushing you up against the wall.

"I cant stop thinkin about ya. And then you showed up. Good god. I know it's dangerous getting attached to people but it's you I need." Joel brushes his thumb down your cheek.

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since you left, it's like a part of me feels complete with you. The emptiness that I have had is gone."

He kisses you again, grabbing your hand .

"Let's get you food."

You make it to lunch. Everyone is there. Ellie, dina, Maria , and Tommy. You walk in first and Joel walks in right behind you.

You felt the eyes, heard the whispers. But neither one of you cared. You follow Joel's lead as he goes to the table with his family.

"Ellie I told you.!" Dina laughs

"Told her what?" Maria asks.

"Dina swore she caught her checking Joel out the other night." Ellie replies

"Ellie did Joel come home last night.? Or was it super late?" Tommy asks.

"Um I think it was like 6 am when I heard him but I just thought he was getting up."

"Wait Tommy you said you seen Joel at the bar last night.?" Maria asks

"Yeah he was with her."

They all look at one another.

You and Joel make it over to them.

"I um brought company, hope yall don't mind." Joel says.

Dina and Ellie look at you . And you look at them trying so hard not to laugh. Because at least Dina seen this coming.

"No not at all.. I just thought yall didn't like each other." Maria looks at both of you.

"Well we figured out we are more alike than we realized.."

"Is that so? Maria smiles.

"Yep." You and Joel reply at the same time

"Okay I'm starving .. and hungover." You sit down, and Joel sits next to you. Everyone just staring. Joel finally looks at them.

"So Joel why did you get home at 6 am." Ellie asks

You choke on your water.

"Oh I was just up.. wanted to get an early start."

"Bustedddd" Tommy laughs

You chuckle.

"Fineeeee okkkk so we were together last night.. had a bad day went for drinks,. Joel made sure I was alright. No big deal." You smile.

"Till 6 am?" Dina chuckles.

"Yes." Joel replied "fine this is why .. never mind."

You look at Joel who's frustrated in a funny way, you smile stealing a fry off his plate as you do he grabs your wrist like clockwork. His hands liger on you more than they should and just like that cats even more out of the bag.

"Well okay.. you two on patrol tomorrow.. I think I can trust her with you right Joel.?"

Maria says.

"Yep."

Everyone is finishing up heading back to either patrol or whatever else needed done.

Dina winks at you. "Good job Joel she's hot."

Ellie gives you a smile. "I'd like to join you on patrol tomorrow if that's cool.

"I'd love that actually Ellie." You wave as her and Dina leave.

"Hello again.." tommy smiles at both of you.

"Big brother... bring her over for dinner?"

"Sure thing."

Tommy leaves. Now it's just the two of you.

"Family dinner. Family patrol. Welcome to Jackson I guess.. so much for discreet." Joel laughs pulling you in for a kiss in front of everyone.

"Welcome home."

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This is my first time requesting something so idk if I’m doing this right but I was wondering if you can do something like enemies with benefits where the reader finds out her period is late and she ends up taking a pregnancy test and it’s positive like angst with a happy ending but only if you’re comfortable writing about pregnancy I know some writers are not comfortable writing about also I love your work reading your stories make me happy 🫶🏽 and I’m sorry if the request doesn’t make sense 😭

Surprise | Scott x Reader

You weren’t even sure how it started. You and Scott hated each other. Or, at least, you were supposed to hate each other.

You were a Wrangler, one of the hillbillies. In theory, Scott hated you. And you hated Storm Par and everything they did. On paper you should hate Scott by extension. Not to mention how much of an asshole he was.

But here you were, clutching the sheets and biting your tongue to keep quiet as Scott pounded into you. Above you, like this, Scott didn’t look like the asshole that he was, he looked like a god. It annoyed you.

Little did you know, Scott only had sex with you in positions where he could see your face because he felt you were too pretty to be facing the other way.

It was late, and the Wranglers and Storm Par had stopped at the same motel for the night. It hadn’t taken long for Scott to knock on your door after everyone had settled into their rooms, as he did everytime your teams would stay at the same motel.

“Fuck,” Scott groaned. He was nearing his finish. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer but you tried to keep quiet. It proved to be especially difficult when Scott reached down between you and began rubbing your clit. You gasped, back arching off the bed, too caught up in pleasure to notice the way Scott was looking at you with more than just lust in his eyes.

“Baby, are you close?” His voice was breathy.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

Scott knew your body well by now, and bracing himself on his elbow above you, he connected your lips while his free hand came up to pinch your hardened nipple. It sent a jolt of pleasure through you that pushed you over the edge.

Scott’s thrusts had grown sloppy until you were clenching around him so tightly as you came that he couldn’t move. It made him cum immediately, inside of you.

He kissed you deeply as you both came. He’d never done that before, and it felt very intimate.

He pulled back as he pulled out. “Could I spend the night?” He’d never asked that either.

“Sure,” you agreed, trying to be nonchalant and not get your hopes up.

Scott smiled and rolled off of you, pulling you on top of him instead. You lay on his chest, the skin to skin so intimate you could almost cry. You were really trying to not get your hopes up.

You felt safe, and fell asleep listening to Scott’s heartbeat.

When you woke up in the morning he was gone. But when you checked your phone, you had a message from Scott. “See you soon.” You heart the message.

A week passed without your paths crossing in a way where you could be alone. And your period was late. You and Scott had sex without condoms and he often finished inside you, because you were on birth control.

Fearing the worst, you begged Tyler to take you to the nearest pharmacy under the pretense that you needed pads and tampons, you made him wait in the truck so you could buy a pregnancy test too.

That evening, in your motel room, you were anxiously awaiting the results of the pregnancy test you had just taken. You paced the room until it was ready. You checked it and your heart dropped. Positive.

You quickly took another test. It came back the same way. Positive.

You were sitting on your bed, completely dissociating when your phone dinged. You glanced at it to see a text from Scott. “What room number?”

You didn’t answer, you were on the edge of a breakdown. You paced, you kicked, you cried, you punched pillows. Twenty minutes later your phone dinged again. “You could come to mine. It’s B6.”

You cried yourself to sleep without responding to Scott. You missed his final message. “Are you okay?”

You avoided Scott like the plague. He couldn’t know that you were pregnant. He would leave you in a heartbeat. You could get an abortion but you’d always wanted kids so maybe you’d become a single mother. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, but until you did, you dodged Scott.

He left you messages.

“Hello?”

“If this is some sort of silent treatment I really don’t like playing games.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Please just let me know you’re okay.”

You really weren’t okay. You were a mess. Which is probably why you didn’t notice Scott following you to your room the next time Storm Par and the Wranglers were at the same motel.

He looked around to make sure nobody saw him before he stopped you from closing the door with his foot and barged his way into the room.

“Scott!” You were shocked. “What the fuck?”

“Why have you been avoiding me?” Scott demanded to know with a scowl.

Maybe it was pregnancy hormones (could you even have those so early on?), but you were so sensitive and emotional you broke down in tears.

Scott immediately softened, pulling you into his chest. “Hey, hey, shh, what’s wrong?” His voice was gentle, a voice you’d never associate with Scott. You pushed back from his chest. “Stop acting like you care!”

Scott looked stunned. “What?”

“Stop acting like you care,” you repeated, your voice cracking.

Scott frowned. “I do care. Way more than I meant to.”

Tears continued to flow down your face. “I’m pregnant, Scott,” you blurted out.

Scott stilled. “Pregnant,” he repeated.

“I know you’re going to leave and that’s okay, I understand,” you blubbered.

Scott shook his head. “Why would I leave you?”

“Because it’s not like you like me, you just use me for sex and that’s not an accusation, I know what we are and I like it. No offense but you don’t really seem like the type to stick around.”

“(Name),” Scott said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry that you think I don’t like you and am only using you for sex. Neither is true. I like you, and I like having sex with you because it’s you.”

You sniffled. “Really?”

“Really.”

“I’ve wanted you so bad,” you admitted, wiping your face.

Scott reached out to cup your face. “I wouldn’t mind calling you my girlfriend,” he grinned. “Is that you asking?” “Yeah.”

You could feel your heart pounding. “I would love to be your girlfriend.”

Scott leaned in and kissed you sweetly.

You kissed him back eagerly. When you finally pulled back, Scott rested his forehead on yours and looked down at your stomach. “We’re gonna have a baby,” he whispered.

“We’re going to have a baby,” you affirmed.

“I hope it’s a girl.”

[eyesthatroll]

needy | jack hughes

pairing; jh86 x fem!reader

warning(s); fluff, established relationship, idk what else, smidge of angst (?), lowercase intended, not rlly edited.

word count; 1.1k

summary; jack comes home from a five game road trip

"can you please come to bed?" jack whines from across the hall, interrupting your concentration.

pausing the outline you were currently writing, you let out a deep sigh. "just a few more minutes, j."

you hear stumbling across the floor, and in moments jack is leaning against the doorframe, wrapped in a burrito blanket you got for your birthday last year.

his hair has gotten longer since that last time you’ve seen him, messily resting past his ears and down his neck.

"you said that ten minutes ago."

you look up, and meet jacks pleading gaze. "you look tired, love. why don't you try and get some sleep?"

it was a little after one am, you were growing tired, and you knew he was too.

he rolls his eyes at you. "i miss you. didn't you miss me, when i was gone?"

removing your glasses, you rubbed at your eyes with your palms, trying to rid the looming tiredness.

of course you missed him, you always did, but you had inventory at work on monday and an important deadline coming up, you couldn't just drop everything because he was home. you had a life without him, too.

"of course i missed you, jack. i just need a little bit more time to work without you bothering me every five minutes, please." you knew the moment you said it, that you shouldn't have.

jack's eyes widen momentarily, as if he can't believe the words that just came out of your mouth.

jack is normally needy, roadie's aside. that was actually one of the first things that made you fall in love with him, his constant need to show you how much he valued and cared about you.

your family is emotionally distant, you've only hugged your dad maybe five times in your life, and you don't think you've ever heard him say i love you to your mom.

jack said it everyday, multiple times a day. leaving to go to practice, "i love you". ending every phone call "i love you". you made him dinner, "i love you"

you had yet to say it back to him.

there was a time you wanted to, but then it passed, and now every time you think about saying it, it just feels forced.

jack hasn’t taken offense that you haven’t said it yet, he knows how you are with this sort of thing.

‘whenever your ready’ he says.

"sure, yeah. sorry for bothering you." jack turns on his heels, not giving you a chance to respond.

the door closes quietly, echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

you sit in silence, your brain not quite processing what had just happened.

you figured you might as well finish your work, then call it a night. you plugged your headphones in and chose a random spotify playlist to work to.

it's about two hours later when you finally give in and close your macbook with a curse under your breath.

shutting the lamp off, you make your way to your bedroom, opening to door quietly as you're unsure if jack is awake or not. part of you hopes he is awake, so you can form some sort of apology.

hockey plays quietly on the tv, while jack is laying down, his body turned towards the window, light snores escaping him.

you go to the bathroom and brush your teeth, too tired to bother with your skincare routine tonight.

stripping out of your day clothes, you throw on one of jacks t-shirts that he's left, and join him in bed. you spared one last look at your boyfriend, before turning the tv off.

turning so your back is facing his, you shut your eyes, and try and force yourself to sleep.

after hours of tossing and turning, you glance at the clock to see that only about 45 minutes has passed since you last checked the time.

turning back to jack, you shook his shoulder. "jack.. jack wake up."

groaning, he pushes your hand off him, turning to face you. "what time is it?"

"a little after three."

"oh.. did something happen? are you okay?" he gives you a concerned look, his face illuminated by the small nightlight in the corner.

"no, nothing happened."

his lips part in confusion. "i don't understand."

"fuck i just-i don't want you to be mad at me, okay?!"

jack jumps slightly at your outburst.

"i'm sorry." you add quickly, before he has a chance to speak.

jack avoids your gaze, seemingly unsure of what to say. "it's not-i should've just left you to your work."

you reach out, brushing stray fallen hair out of his eye line. "you know me, you know i'm not good with.. feelings. but im trying, for you. of course i miss you when your gone, maybe too much. that's why i'm always working, i guess. to distract when your not here."

jack watches you intently. the two of you have moved closer now, his hand palming small circles on your thigh.

"it makes it easier, to not have days off when all i can do is think about you."

"you can always facetime me, or text me when im on the road." he says.

"i know, i just-i don't wanna annoy you. and please don't say 'you could never annoy me' because i know that's not true." you tell him.

"i would love to hear more from you when i’m on the road. even if it's a text here and there, it'll be nice to know you're thinking about me."

you nod.

"and if, you start to annoy me, i'll let you know." he finishes.

you crack a smile. "okay."

jack pulls you into his side. "though, you could never annoy me, because i love you."

"me too." you say, out of habit, but you continue. "i love you, too.”

"you love me?" jack asks, his face, a mixture of adoration and awe.

"stop it." you mumble against his chest.

"i knew it." he's teasing.

"only cause' i just told you."

"luke told me."

you whip you head up to look at him. "when?!"

he laughs at your response. "not sure, maybe a few months ago."

your face contorts in confusion, then realization. "i’m never telling luke anything again."

you lay back down, wrapping your arms around him.

"you loooooove me."

"you're gonna sleep outside."

"you can't make someone you love sleep outside!"

—

mari speaks! emptying my drafts i guess. if this sucks—sorry, i just started seriously writing a few months ago, so any constructive criticism is always appreciated, thanks! 🙂

[patrophthia]

so, like theo is deaf and he has to wear a pin. and the reader knows sign language as well (they both do). theo was quite irritated by the reader because she was not looking at him for like 2 days smthg. (yes, yes, ik). idk, sad Theo takes off the pin and isn't talking too much and idk they talk in sign language

wait this is a fun idea! thank u for sending it in!

you’re nice | theodore nott

this is part of my 600 followers celebrations! you can join it sending an ask!

→ pairing: deaf!theodore nott x reader

i personally don’t know sign language, nor do i know anyone who does so please take this very lightly! either way i hope you like this!

It wasn’t your intention to ignore Theodore, it’s just been a hectic week and you had to prioritise your time in a way where you wouldn’t be able to look Theo every passing second of the day.

But once you’ve realised, it was already too late. Theodore had already took of his pin, and began ignoring you in return. You could only wish he’d give you a chance to explain yourself but it seems as though any attempts you made to do so was failing.

You didn’t really have much of plan. You just know sad Theodore could be a little sulky and hell bent on not communicating with anyone whatsoever; not even his closest friends. “What did you do, princess?”

“I didn’t do anything,” you frown at Blaise, not caring about nickname seeing as he’s assigned you it the second you and Theodore began dating. “I got a little busy on school work and kind of forgot about him and now—”

“—you forgot about your boyfriend?” Blaise cuts you off.

You frown deepens, groaning slightly as you bent your head backwards. “It’s not like that,” you explain, straightening yourself to look back at him. “You know how hectic it is during this time of the year and I just wasn’t able to look at him and I guess —therefore, talk to him.”

“And now he’s decided to ignore everyone just because you ignored him,” Blaise blew out a whistle. “On purpose.”

“You don’t need to remind me,” you scowl. “What do I do?”

“Talk to him,” Blaise says off-handedly. And when you fix him an annoyed look he adds on. “You know he hates it when you are upset, so maybe try using that?”

“You want me to act upset in front of an upset Theodore?” You concluded his words. “Are you stupid? Do you hear yourself?”

“How about you not doubt my intelligence and try it?” Blaise says with a roll of his eyes.

“What would I get in return?” It’s more like banter between the two of you, now having grown comfortable with one another.

Blaise snickers. “A boyfriend who wears his pin like he’s supposed to and isn’t sulking every time we see him.”

That’s a fair enough point, you guessed. Now on a mission to find Theodore. It didn’t take long, knowing that Theo was a creature of habits who liked to attend his classes a few minutes earlier than it starts.

The DADA classroom was empty, save for Theodore, when you arrived. Standing right in front of him as you said something Blaise had suggested before you made your way over. “You know what I heard?”

It was second nature for you to speak while you sign by now, your hands moving on their own accords. “Apparently, you’re only dating me because you think I’m pretty.”

Theodore only frowns, shaking his head. He’s not signing back yet and you take it as a sign for you take push his buttons a slight bit more.

“If not that then why?” You sign, with a small pout. “Tell me.”

“I’m dating you because you’re nice.” And there you have it, Theodore’s signing back. “To everyone.” Then after a beat, he adds. “Even me.”

You’ve been frowning a lot today. And his ‘even me’ makes your frown deepen. “What do you mean by that?”

“I know I can be a lot,” he signs, “but you’re always nice to me and that’s why I like you.” He finishes. “You being pretty is just a reason for me to like you even more.”

He grabs at your hand, pressing a gentle kiss at the back of your palm before letting go. Not a second goes by and you’re already missing his touch. “If you like me so much,” you began, “then wear this pin like you’re supposed to, to prove it.”

It’s silly. He knows it. You know it. Because, you know he loves you whether he wears the pin or not but it did nothing to stop your heart from fluttering when he places his pin in its rightful spot only to smile at you afterwards.

He loves you and even though he might not say it, he hopes you know it.

— from bee: it wouldn’t be a theo fic written by me if there was no blaise meddling in relationships!

[daisymbin]

2. "are you trying to distract me on purpose?"

3."you’re lucky you’re cute, or i’d be mad right now."

—you're working from home & well ur bf is bored becausehe has ntg to do.

Vernon or Joshua or both(poly if u're comfortable with that)

**reader has glasses (pls)

omg this is kinda cute... I've never written poly before so this is a first for me too!! hopefully I did okay! thank you for requesting this, lovely!!! 🤍

a/n: i tried to do some research to learn more about poly relationships to hopefully have that dynamic right? i apologise if its inaccurate (you can let me know if i did so i can learn!!) this is my first time attempting a poly fic so please go easy on me 🙂‍↕️

warnings: poly relationship!! don't read if you're uncomfortable with it!!

wc: 2.3k sorry idk what happened 🥲

request your own: full prompt list!

check out my masterlist! // shua's m.list || hansol's m.list

suggestive prompt #2: are you trying to distract me on purpose?" +

suggestive prompt #3: "you're lucky you're cute, or I'd be mad right now."

it was supposed to be a quiet day. you had a mountain of work piled up, and the only thing you really wanted was to get through it without any distractions. but of course, hansol and joshua had other plans.

"babe," hansol called from the living room, his voice playful and a little too eager. you glanced up from your laptop, catching him peeking around the corner with a mischievous grin. "you need a break?"

"i’m good," you said, turning your attention back to the screen, but not without noticing how joshua was lounging on the couch with a lazy smirk, clearly bored out of his mind.

"are you sure?" joshua added, stretching his arms above his head. "you've been working non-stop."

"yeah, you should take it easy," hansol chimed in again, walking a little closer to where you sat at the desk.

"i’m fine," you said, your voice steady as you clicked through your work. but something about their energy told you this was only the beginning. "just let me finish, okay?"

they exchanged a look, one that clearly meant trouble. "we were thinking," joshua started, "since we cancelled our bowling plans to spend the day with you..." he trailed off, eyes glinting with amusement.

"yeah, we had to come up with something fun to do instead," hansol added, a sly grin tugging at his lips. "so... how about a little bet?"

you raised an eyebrow. "a bet?"

"yeah," hansol said, leaning against the doorway, "whoever gets you to crack first wins. and the winner... gets to be the first one to have you." he gave you a look that sent a shiver down your spine.

"real funny," you chuckled, but there was something in your chest that fluttered at the thought; you can't deny the way your stomach twisted in excitement.

"we’re just trying to have some fun," joshua said with a wink. "so, what do you say? are you up for it?"

you bit your lip, pretending to think for a moment before glancing at them both. "you can give it a go if you're that confident, but you’re both going to be disappointed when i get all this work done and don’t give either of you the time of day."

they just grinned at you, ready to prove you wrong.

attempt #1—hansol

a few minutes passed, and you were back in the zone, typing away at your laptop when you felt a familiar presence beside you. hansol’s breath fanned across your ear as he leaned in close. "you know," he whispered softly, "i'd have better restraints if you didn’t look so cute right now."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. "seriously? that's what you're going with? a pick up line?" you huffed, "you’re lucky you're cute, or i’d be mad right now," you muttered, feeling his presence too distracting.

"i'll take that as a win," hansol said, voice thick with amusement as his hand brushed lightly across your shoulder. "just saying, you’d probably work better if i gave you a kiss for good luck."

you felt his lips hover near your cheek, and despite yourself, you tilted your head slightly. "stop it, hansol," you warned, but your tone was anything but firm.

hansol leaned in and pressed a light kiss to your cheek, just as he’d promised, before lingering there, his lips soft against your skin. his hand found its way to your waist, slipping under your shirt slightly to rest there as he murmured into your ear, "now, that was good luck, don’t you think?"

attempt #2—joshua

joshua appeared out of nowhere, slipping into the chair beside you, his knee brushing against yours. you glanced over at him, only to find him wearing that impossibly charming smile. "you’re working really hard," he murmured, placing a hand on your leg as he leaned closer. "why don't you just let us take care of you? soothe than tension?"

his fingers danced across your leg for just a moment before you shook your head, trying to ignore the way his touch sent warmth rushing through you. "joshua, please. i'm busy."

"ah, but you’re so cute when you’re trying so hard to ignore me," he teased, leaning in to kiss your temple. you let out a soft sigh, resisting the pull of his lips, "cut it out, shua."

he placed a hand on your thigh and slid it up, his thumb tracing circles on your skin. "don’t you want to spend time with me?"

you shifted in your seat, trying to focus on your screen, but the way joshua's hand stayed on your leg was enough to make you lose track of your thoughts.

attempt #3—hansol again

you were getting a little more frustrated now. your concentration was slipping, and your work was piling up. just as you were about to type something out, hansol was back. he dropped onto the couch beside you, his body a mere inch away from yours. he casually draped his arm over the back of your chair, leaning his head against yours.

"you’ve got this look on your face," hansol said, his voice a teasing whisper. "it’s like you want me to kiss you, but you’re too focused to admit it."

"oh my god," you muttered in playful disbelief, not sure if you were more frustrated with the work or with him.

"you don’t have to pretend," he continued, eyes twinkling mischievously. "i know what you're thinking."

you could feel his breath on your skin, and it was getting harder to focus. your hand, which had been hovering over the keyboard, finally fell into your lap as you exhaled. "i’m trying to work, baby. please."

hansol turned you to face him fully, he leans in close & ignores the way his heart flutters, instead, his gaze focuses on your glasses. with a teasing smile, he gently slid them off your face, setting them aside. his fingers lingered on your temple, tracing the edge of your skin where the glasses had been.

"you look even better without these," he murmured, his voice rich with desire. he tilted your chin up, his lips brushing yours as he smiles & whispers, "just you and me now."

attempt #4—joshua again

at this point, it was getting ridiculous. joshua wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. he slowly slid off the couch and stood right behind you, one hand resting on the back of your chair while the other slid into your hair. he ran his fingers gently through the strands, sending a shiver down your spine.

joshua's hands rested gently on your waist, his fingers brushing the edge of your tank top. he leaned in closer, his lips grazing your earlobe as his breath warmed your skin. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured, the words sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. his hands slid slowly under your tank top, but instead of pulling it up, he traced patterns on your skin, teasing you with every movement.

you couldn’t help but smile at his light touch, the way he was taking his time, savoring the moment. "you’re being mean," you teased, glancing up at him.

"am i?" joshua grinned, his lips curling up in mischief. "maybe i’m just enjoying how you react." he kept his hands in place, gently caressing your sides before his thumbs brushed over the small of your back, sending a ripple of warmth through you.

you laughed softly, squirming slightly under his touch. "you know you’re not supposed to tease me like this, right?"

he leaned in, his lips just inches from yours. "i’m not teasing," he whispered, his voice low and filled with affection. "i just want you to know how much i adore you." then, with a quick, playful peck on your lips, he pulled away, keeping you close but just out of reach, enjoying the moment of sweet, teasing tension.

attempt #5—the win

you were barely holding it together when hansol returned for one final attempt. this time, he didn’t even sit beside you. instead, he stood behind you, his chest pressing into your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist. you tried to stay focused, but when his lips brushed your neck, your resolve finally crumbled.

"are you trying to distract me on purpose?" you finally asked, breathless and frustrated. your face flushed, your work completely forgotten as you turned to face him.

"oh, i've been trying, trust me," he said, his voice low and teasing. "i just want your attention so bad."

without waiting for a response, hansol takes matters into his own hands, kissing you fiercely, pulling you into a heated make-out session. his lips were insistent, his tongue sliding against yours as his hands roamed to your back, pulling you closer. you melted into him, feeling the heat of his body pressing against yours, his kisses growing deeper as he claimed you. your hands gripped his shirt, desperate to pull him even closer.

hansol's hands traced the curve of your shoulders, his fingers light but firm as they grazed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. his breath was warm against your neck, his lips brushing softly against the sensitive skin there. you couldn’t suppress a quiet gasp as his lips pressed a gentle kiss to the base of your neck, before he pulled back, his breath tickling your skin.

"you feel so good," he whispered, voice husky, his hands sliding down your arms to your waist. he drew you closer, his body pressing against yours as his lips returned to your neck, this time with more urgency. his kisses were slow but deliberate, each one more intense than the last, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

you tilted your head back, offering him more access as his lips moved to your shoulder, nipping at the soft skin there. his hands roamed, one moving to the small of your back, pulling you closer, the other tracing the curve of your hip, fingers brushing the edges of your shirt. the heat of his touch made your heart race, and you could feel your body responding to him, every inch of you craving more.

his breath grew heavier, a low murmur escaping his lips as he kissed your shoulder, his hands moving upward, sliding under the fabric of your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin. "can’t get enough of you," he murmured, his lips trailing further up to your jawline, his hands gently guiding you back against him.

you could hardly breathe, his touch overwhelming, consuming. but you didn’t want him to stop—how could you?

just as you were about to pull him closer, a voice broke through the haze of your senses. "you two are really going at it, huh?" the sudden interruption made both of you freeze, and you pulled away from hansol, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

joshua stood a few feet away, leaning casually against the table, a knowing smirk on his lips. his presence was warm, but there was an underlying tease in his eyes that made you feel a little exposed.

with a small laugh & his tone playful, he says to hansol, "can’t leave her alone for even a minute, can you?" his eyes flicked over to you, soft and affectionate, offering a little reassurance.

hansol gave a small shrug & smiles, the irritation from being interrupted fading away quickly, “just wanted to kiss her,”

joshua's hand move to gently brush against your arm. his eyes met yours, offering that same warmth, and you felt a wave of calm wash over you.

with a playful grin, joshua leaned in, his lips brushing yours softly, tenderly at first. you melted into the kiss, his hand moving to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss with a slow, deliberate pressure. his tongue slid against yours, the kiss growing more heated as he pulled you closer, just like hansol had. the mixture of their touches, their warmth, made your head spin in the best way, and you found yourself craving more from both of them.

joshua's lips moved to your neck, his soft kisses following the same path that hansol had begun. but there was something different in his touch—gentler, more tender, as though he was savoring every moment. his hand slid down to your waist, picking you up with ease as he walks over to the bed.

he guides you closer as his lips brushed along your skin, leaving behind a trail of soft, lingering kisses. "you’re so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, his voice husky with desire.

you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped you at the feeling of both their touches. they were so different, yet so in sync with each other, as if they were sharing the same unspoken understanding of what you needed. with both of them so close, the heat between you all was undeniable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in, pressing your lips against joshua’s once more, the kiss deepening in response to the heat between you.

as their kisses and touches intertwined, you felt like you were floating, caught between both of them, in a whirlwind of passion and affection.

“so who won?” joshua mumbled against your lips.

“im pretty sure i did,” hansol answers as his smug smile returns. he looks over at joshua, who was smirking back at him. joshua slowly releases his hold on your neck and pulls away.

you tug on hansol's arm, resting him against the headboard as you move to climb on top of him; trapping him beneath you.

“wanna tell me again how good i feel?” you ask as you lean down; closer, your hands run through his soft brown hair as his hands come up to your waist.

“fuck yes,” he mutters, his eyes darkening even more as he feels you move your hips aginst his.

joshua moves to kiss you again, but hansol stops him before he can, “hey I won!” he whines.

“relax,” joshua laughs softly against your lips, “im just kissing her. you can have her first.”

[silv3rswirls]

Hound

Summary: What did a suffering lamb even accomplish? Who did it save, when would it end? 

Warnings: serial killer/yandere jk, kidnapping, stalking, references to death, suggestive scenes, delusions, religious themes/trauma, minor description of sick/rotting bodies/animals, murder, reader goes on a weird little adventure with killer jk?? She dies at the end

Note: idk I kind of lost the original plot of this one and this is what it turned out to be. Please mind the warnings and as always, hope ya’ll like it. ALSO, I didn't have it in me to edit this, so mind that. I might come back to this

There’s something in the corner; watching. It’s been there so long, you couldn’t remember when it invited itself in. It’s starving and sickly, black fur clinging to bones and eyes droopy and white. You stopped feeding it a long time ago, but still, it lingers. In every facet of your life, it lingers. You’ve lived like this for so many years, have you always lived like this?

What time was it?

Your eyes shifted from their fixed position on the wall to the clock, passing over the thin, gold cross mounted just beside it. Your eyes strained to read it against your bedroom's dark wood panels and dim, ugly yellow light. Whatever time it was, you knew it was time to get out of bed and start dinner before your husband got home from work. You make your way to the kitchen, the house dims now that the sun has set. You avoid flicking many lights on, it’ll save money your husband insisted. You hated fumbling around a dark house but had given up arguing with him a long time ago.

You peek through the sheer curtains, the sink running and steaming water burning your hands as you finish that morning's dishes. It was dark, and windy as the tree in your front yard shook and branches brushed against the roof. It was the cusp of winter, very cold but snow hadn’t started to fall yet. The neighborhood was quiet, street lamps harsh against the dark backdrop of houses. You stare hard outside, it's there. Standing there, watching you. That sick dog, with hackles raised and tongue hanging from its mouth. 

The curtains fall back into place as you turn the water off and dry your hands. You pass the phone, that’s been ringing for the past five minutes. You don’t answer because it's just your parents again, all they wanted was to guilt you into going to church with them on Sunday morning. They went every day, once upon a time you had gone as well, but now you could only stand to give them Sundays. Last week you had pretended to be sick to get out of it, your husband went along and you were sure he spent most of the day badmouthing and complaining about you not coming.

The last time you found yourself in a church you were standing at an altar listening to a man feed the room empty vows. You stood stiff, draped in satin, with eyes downcast. This is what everyone wanted; this is what you wanted. What a waste, as he fumbled the paper with his crudely written vows. What a waste of a man who couldn’t memorize a few short promises. What a waste of a man who couldn’t stand there and pretend to be in love with you, to dare to call himself righteous, the perfect match to keep their daughter in line with a faith you had stopped believing years ago. 

You didn’t want to get married. You had stopped liking the fantasy of having a husband years ago, and around the same time, you began to feel a sour taste over your parents' religion. What happened to you? What happened to our beautiful girl? They would ask, more so plead with you for answers. Truthfully, you had stopped believing in god. It was restricting; days to weeks to months to years. It was always the same. The same scripture, the same ravings of the pastor that drove such fear of doing anything wrong into you, leaving holes in your body that oozed with guilt and shame; you didn’t know why.

You had begged god to save you, even after all the terrible things he must’ve seen you do. Still, on the morning of your wedding and every day after that, you begged. Knelt until your knees were raw and aching, your hands clasped so tight until your nails pricked your aching skin and drew blood. You begged, for something, anything, you weren’t even sure what anymore. But nothing ever changed. When would god find time for you again? You live, you do as you’re told. You do everything you’re supposed to, and yet nothing. You live how you’re told. You grow, you work, you’re a wife. You follow and you ignore the hound scratching at your walls. You’ll die soon, you can feel it. When will he come back to you?

That night you refused to go inside, letting your feet go numb buried in snow in the backyard. Looking into the treeline, you’d rather be fed by the creatures lurking there than by some angry boy playing dog inside. You wanted to hurt him, for him to feel how you had the past year. He didn’t think you could, but you wanted to show him you would. 

But when you looked down at your trembling hands, stiff and half frozen from the cold, you knew there was no way you could show him. How you felt and how you acted were two different things; forever separate as much as you wanted them to be the same. You could talk a big game, think about how so badly you wanted to hurt him, and that was all. It had to keep being enough.

Something in you wanted more, so much more. You could rest because of it. You had stopped fighting your parents now, you were hoping things could change. Maybe you’d find peace again, though you weren’t sure how. You grew weary, tired of hating god and resenting your parents. You wanted so badly to be separate from it all. To no longer have a feeling of guilt hounding you. To no longer hate the church and everyone in it, the teachings and echoes of preaching lingering in your mind. The years you lost there; lost to fear and manipulation. How you hadn’t been able to enjoy a single thing in your adolescence. How after your first kiss you had gone home and sobbed until throwing up. As you were on your knees cleaning it up, trying to hush your cries to not wake your parents, you closed your eyes and pleaded between gasps and hiccups for god not to hate you. How you trembled and sat there until your skin was rubbed raw against the carpet, 

You sighed, rubbing a hand over your face and looking around the dark living room from the kitchen. You felt like you could see it; that creature lying on the sofa staring at you. Mouth parted, teeth pointed, its soul-bearing into your own. You turned away with the familiar feeling of guilt washing over your body. Your gaze rested on the floor, but the faint outline of shoes made your brow furrow; your husband wasn’t due home for another hour. Very slowly you pick your gaze up to see the man standing in the hall. Faint light from the open backdoor pooled in behind him. You stared at the young man longer than probably should have. Maybe you should've screamed sooner and ran before he got that close to you but you had frozen in place.

Break-ins didn’t happen around your neighborhood, let alone kidnappings.

What horrible luck that you’d be the first? 

What had you done? What had you done to deserve this?

He carried you out of your house, but still, you couldn’t bring it in you to scream for help. You wondered deep down if anyone would help you. He puts you in the back of his car and drives, the windows down and bitter cold pouring in. You’re lying in the backseat, wrists bound tight. He’d been eerily silent through this whole ordeal.

“How come you haven’t begged me not to kill you yet?” He asked, looking back at you. His voice came jumbling from his mouth fast, a bit irritated. Like he had been frustrated with your lack of struggle.

“Were you going to kill me?” Your skin crawls with goosebumps from the cold. 

He pauses and stares at you, “Do you want me to kill you?” He turns back to watch the road, neither of you answering his question. A long stretch of silence follows, he doesn’t look at you again, not even a glance from the mirror. “I’ve been watching you for a long time. I’m going to give you what you want, and then I’m going to kill you.”

You’re throat dries and your face pales. “You don’t know what I want.” Watching you? You felt an uneasiness come over you as you thought back to what you had done the past few weeks. Nothing to be honest. You had barely left the house. You imagined him peeking through windows, hiding in the yard, and watching you collect groceries and throw the trash away. Had he been in your house before? You look at him, he didn’t seem familiar at all. You’d never seen him around before. 

He dragged you from the car, you didn’t struggle but you remained limp, dead weight for him as he covered your eyes and drug you inside. When inside you feel his boot on you, pressing into your shoulder. Pressing into you, your eyes trail over the shine of leather and then up to him. He was standing above you. Taller, stronger, better than you; that's what he wanted right? You’d stare at him, was this what you wanted?

The house was messy, recently abandoned you assumed. It was clear he had been holding up here for a while. He shoved you on the ground, circling around you as you looked up at him. “What are you going to do?” You ask.

“Gonna kill you.” He admitted earnestly. “I know you, I’ve been watching you for a long time- really, I’m just helping you.”

Was he your savior? Was he doing you a favor? Would he do to you what you had never been brave enough to do yourself? Is this what you truly were? An animal built to serve? To be depraved, to crawl across glass and pour blood for someone like him?

“But I…I don’t want to die.” He gives you this pitiful look; his lips pout and his eyes soften for a moment. As if telling you you didn’t know what you were talking about, and how pitiful it was you couldn’t accept it. “What’s your name?” You ask, feeling silly for being hopeful you might be able to get any information out of him. “Jungkook.” You lower your head, wondering if trying to collect any information for authorities was even worth it. Everything about this man was intimidating. He was larger and stronger, it didn’t matter if you fought or not he could drag you around like a ragdoll all he wanted.

Jungkook gets up and walks around the living room, rummaging through piles of what you assumed were his things. “I’ve been watching you for over a year now.” He admits, “Since you went on vacation for your friend's birthday. You were so drunk at that bar, I was going to kill you then, but something told me not to.” He turns back to you with a small bound notebook in hand. “So I followed you back here and got to know you more. Imagine my shock when I realized you were getting married. Was that trip your last night of freedom, is that why you got so messy?” You stare up at him, unsure of what to say. Yes, it was your last night. You came home and your parents pushed you into marriage sooner because of it. He hands you to the notebook, urging you to open it. “I’ve been watching you since. Your life turned out to be so interesting, I couldn’t just kill you after everything.”

You flip through the pages slowly. Pictures of you and your family. Pictures of you at the altar. Scribbled paragraphs about things he heard others say about you, quotes of things you were sure you had said. Notes and bullet points of every piece of information he got. “So, what do you want to do first?”

“Can I take a bath?” You ask, mind going a bit blank and voice flat as you set the notebook down and try to take it all in. 

He let you. The water was hot and steaming when he pushed you in and closed the door. No windows, no way to get out. You settle into the water, the sweat from stress and anxiety washing off as you try and fail to relax. Could you be forgiven for things not of your control? You sink further into the water. You could hear him outside in the hall pacing. His steps were heavy and loud, ringing in your ears as you stared up at the night, fluorescent bathroom light. They did this to you, they all did this to you. Why were you being punished? Why had Jungkook laid eyes on the most pitiful woman in town and decided it was to be her? You thought about your wedding day, and your husband back home. Maybe if you had just settled, stayed with them, and did your duty as a wife Jungkook wouldn’t have stumbled into your life. Yes. you should have wanted less, you decide. Because it seems Jungkook was ready to give it all to you.

You raise your hands out of the water, the deep imprints of the zip ties he had kept you bound with were still there. Angry and a pale red color. The bathwater around you, swirling unpleasantly around you. The hot, humid air inside the bathroom, the hum of the lights, and the moths flying around them. 

You felt rotten like your teeth were falling out, hanging just barely to your gums. Truly, you felt disgusting. 

Jungkook is in the hall waiting when you finally get out. You looked up at him and saw nothing. No starving dog trying to pretend. No confusion, or games, or lies. He knew what he wanted to be and he was exactly that. He wasn’t lying, pretending, or trying to make you believe his actions were right. He said it outright; he wanted to kill you. He was going to kill you.

“I want my wedding dress” you slowly say.

“You don’t like the one you wore at your wedding, you cried the day you tried it on.” Jungkook glances at you, watching you silently agree with him.

“So you won't get it for me?”

“Don’t you want more?” He asks, “I’ll get you a new dress, whatever one you want.” 

Jungkook stares at you the same way the beast that lingered in the corners of your house did. An eager stare, unrelenting, you couldn’t move out of its sight. “I just want that dress.” You repeat, clasping your hands together and pursing your lips, “You said I could have whatever I wanted…”

A smile stretched his lips, “I’ll get it for you.” 

You lay down on the floor of the backseat of the car. Your hands are zip-tied again, and you can’t see Jungkook from your position. What an odd turn of events to say the least…you had fully expected to die the moment he dragged you out of the car and into that house, but now you could see faint glimpses of familiar landmarks leading to your neighborhood from what you can make out from the window. You think about the day of your wedding, and the events that even led up to your parents making a match for you and pushing for it so hard. Despite how vocal you had been about your unhappiness with everything about your childhood, how much you never wanted to step food into their church again; they held a firm belief that you’d come crawling back. If they shamed and argued and pushed enough you’d come back.

For as much hate you felt, twice the amount of guilt weighed you down. After a while, it all became so hopeless. It was exhausting. It made you sick, you couldn’t do anything without guilt nipping your heels, chasing you down until you drowned in it. You couldn’t live, so you came home. Let them talk you into marriage because it would fix everything, they insisted. You just needed a husband, the stability of it, someone to care about other than yourself. Have a few kids and you’ll start walking the right path again.

You waited, but it never came. You never felt better about any of your choices. Deep down you had known you wouldn’t, but you had spent so much of your life blind. Going back to it didn’t help, it wasn’t even familiar anymore. Nothing ever changed. When will God find time for you again? You live, you do as you’re told. You do everything you’re supposed to, and yet nothing. You live how you’re told. You grow, you work, you’re a wife. You follow and you ignore the hound scratching at your walls. You’ll die soon, you can feel it. When will he come back to you?

You weren’t even sure why you wanted that stupid dress. You weren’t sure if you cared what happened to you, or feared what Jungkook was going to do. Maybe it is comforting, in a weird way. No one paid attention to you, no one bothered with you. They wouldn’t until you changed, and deep down you didn’t want to change. But outside of your life now you had no idea what you would do. You never had higher dreams than staying local and marrying within your church growing up. You didn’t even attend college. You never aspired for more, now it felt like it was too late. Jungkook was talking to you from the driver's seat but you couldn’t hear him. Too enveloped in your head to focus on him, he was spouting things he had found about you the last year or so. How he’d never felt a need to stalk the people went after before, let alone this in depth. It was “life-altering” and you were going to be special to him.

The car stops and you feel a weight on your body; the canine-like creature is standing over you. Paws pressing to your stomach and legs, its breath hot, its ears perked up as Jungkook gets out of the car. You feel an immense guilt weighted on you and you consider stopping Jungkook and telling him to just leave and kill you. 

You didn’t want this. You did want this. You weren’t sure. Your husband was home, he wasn’t going to just let Jungkook in to take what he wanted. 

You lay there for what felt like an eternity until he came back, opening the back door and pulling you out of the car. It’s still dark out, chilly, and unmoving as he hooks his arms under yours and drags you back inside. He sits you down in the entryway and locks the door. You look around. “Where’s-”

“Don’t worry about him.” Jungkook shows your husband's wedding band now on his hand. “Come one” he scoffs, “you knew what I was going to do.”

You stare at him, glance and the very faint outline of the body on your kitchen floor. Had you known? You feel a bit sick, deep down you had hoped for it. He leaves you there to find the wedding dress. Jungkook smiles at you one more time before going towards the back bedroom.

When Jungkook saw you, he had every intention of following you out of that bar to kill you. It was his typical hunting ground. Every few months when the desire struck him again he would wait patiently for the right girl to cross his path. You were hard to ignore that night; annoying, he had half a mind to kill you just to shut you up. But when he followed you outside, watching you slump against the wall and fiddle with your phone he took a moment to watch. Turning away and nursing a cigarette on the opposite side of the entryway. 

The way you sniffled and cried on the phone with your mom, asking if there was any other way than to get married. You were too drunk to give him a coherent story of what you were going through, but apparently, you just hated the dress and the groom so much. He crept closer as you hung up, making some lighthearted comment about how rough you looked, and offered you a cigarette.

You talked a bit more about your ass of a fiance and how you felt like you had no other options anymore. He asked where you were from and you told him. He left you there once your friend found you and would see you again a month later. He’d been crammed in his car for days, a map of the town and surrounding forests resting on his steering wheel as he scribbled out the last few leads he had gotten on where exactly you lived. he looked up and there you were, walking with a group of older women into a boutique down the street, exiting with a pretty wrapped box a bit later. He followed you home, and everywhere after that. Watched you walk down the aisle, the wedding open to all members of the church, and allowing him to walk right in. he watched you go home and cry in the backyard, watched you talk your dress off through the window, watched your husband fuck you for the first time. He watched you sit restless every day after that.

Jungkook found your dress backed away in that same ornate gift box on the top shelf of your closet. He smiled and smoothed a hand over the box. All he knew was that he wanted you, wanted to make you happy, and then he wanted to kill you. Put you out of your misery. You’d be better off, he told himself. Clearly, you needed to be saved, so he’d kill for a better reason this time. 

You were crying when he came back. Looking up at him with red, water eyes and pressing your lips together to try and keep quiet. Jungkook set the box beside you, kneeling in front of you and tilting his head. But all you can see before you is that beast, sitting with flattened ears and tongue hanging from between rotting teeth. Staring at you with those eyes, like they were reflecting everything upsetting right back to you.

“All this guilt, there’s no use feeling it.”

“I can’t help it.” You choke out. “I can’t stop it, I see it- feel it everywhere.” You rubbed your eyes, looking at Jungkook and trying to stop your trembling bottom lip.

“Crying won’t won’t make things different. Just because you’re guilty won’t make this better. Your guilt won’t purify you.” He clicks his tongue, reaching to push your hair out of your face. “You wanted me to kill your husband, and that’s okay.”

“Thank god, the psycho thinks everything is alright. How comforting.” You weep.

“Stop holding back, come on. You want things to change, doesn’t matter how they change right? You hated him, I heard you say it myself so many times. Say it.”

“I wanted him to die.” You admit quietly. Something in you wanted this to happen. Asking Jungkook to come back here, a part of you knew the possibility. “It’s just not fair. It's not fair. I’ve done nothing but what I’m supposed to do. My whole life, I’ve been trying so hard my whole life to be what I’m supposed to be, but I don’t understand. Everything was supposed to be better, but I hated him. I hated him so much. Then you got here and I…I just wanted to feel all the pain that he’s caused, but I can’t even stomach it. I wanna be cruel, don’t I deserve to? I can’t stop crying though.”

Jungkook coos, pulling you into the chest and wrapping his arms around you. “Baby, there’s nothing wrong with that. That’s why I’m here, I want you to let go, want you to just do what you want. I watch you every day. You’re so miserable, it’s so weird. I felt bad for you.” Jungkook muses, “I’m here for you now baby, we only have a few hours left though.”

“Can I put the dress on?” Your voice was low and tired. Jungkook nodded, shifting over to take the box's lid off and peel back the tissue paper wrapped around your wedding dress. He takes it out, unraveling it carefully as you watch. 

Your wedding had been a disaster. You cried through most of it, though no one seemed to care at the time. Your late husband was glad just to have a woman to take home. He wasn’t romantic at all, nothing about him attracted you to him. He was one of the slimier men you had come across in your time in the congregation. He interpreted things how he wanted to, and often reminded you of all the things in your life you had done wrong and had yet to be forgiven for. This was the man your parents hoped to whip you back into shape. It worked in a sense, you supposed. You had been forced to settle. Your hate faded each dull day that passed, you grew weary and unhappier. 

The dress was modest. Long-sleeved, high neckline, mane with heavy ugly satin. You put it on there in the hall, feeling too numb to worry about any shame you had in front of Jungkook anymore. He zipped it up for you. Jungkook was kneeling, fixing the skirt, and letting it fluff out. He smooths it down and looks up at you. Despite the heavy eyes and tear-stricken face he smiled, “You look pretty.” 

No one told you that on your wedding day, no one told you that the day your mother chose the dress for you. You smiled, feeling a small ounce of joy for the first time tonight. “What do you want to do now?” 

You ignore his question, “Is that why you’re doing all of this, are you obsessed with me or something?”

“I guess in some sick way I am.” He wanted to kill you, but at the same time, you were the prettiest girl he’d seen in a long time. Something about the repressed guilt and how you teetered on the edge of breaking completely just got him he supposed. “I watched you the night of your wedding, you were so perfect. Everything was perfect until he came in.” He scowls at the thought, “It’s a shame.”

“Do you want to…” you trailed off, your voice a bit nervous. 

Jungkook’s fingers twitch, he's playing with the trim of your skirt. “I do” he murmured, “I’ve thought about you every night since I met you” He raves, “you’re the only one- why? Why do you make me so crazy?” He asks, brushing off any answer you try to give him. “Want you, need you” He breathed, the fabric of your wedding dress bunching up as he pulled at it.

“I can’t-” you grabbed at his hands. You could feel it, the guilt creeping in. Your eyes land on your wedding ring. Torn with morbid want and a last shred of gut-wrenching guilt, you looked into his eyes. Tempting dark pools stare back at you he grabs at your hand. “We’ve come so far already, don’t stop now. Besides” he makes it a point to flash your late husband's wedding band. “I’m your husband now.” you flush, the words twisting in your ears are wrong; everything about tonight was wrong. It felt like a dream more than reality.

“I know you think I’m attractive” he pushes through the layers of the dress, his hands cold as he rests them on your thighs. “It’s so wrong of you baby” he purrs, “you know I’m gonna kill you, but you want me don’t you?” 

“I know” you whimper, chest heaving as you watch him. His fingers trace against your skin, his hand moving between your legs. 

“When’s the last time your husband touched you?” He asks, “This is what you want, right? You want someone to want you?”

Your fingers twist in his hair, gripping tight as if you were about to fall. Your legs trembled under the weight of guilt and need over what was happening. He was right though, it had been a long time since you felt wanted at all. The moment you had sex the first time those years ago, you knew no one would want you. Not in the church, not here. Impure, a whore. Your mother had even said it when you sobbed and told her. 

Your back arches, your thighs tremble, and you let your grip on his hair loosen. You fear toppling over, your breathing a bit ragged. You felt his lips trace your inner thigh, leaving half-hearted kisses and sinking his teeth into your skin. 

“You look so pretty in your dress.” Jungkook reappears, kneeling before you a minute longer. Fixing the skirt of the dress, smoothing the fabric down then reaching for your hand. He traces the wedding ring a few times.

“Where do you want me to do it?” Jungkook’s question falls on deaf ears. You’re sitting in the passenger side of his car, still wearing a dress and still trying to steady your pounding heart.

Where did you want to die?

Did you want to die?

You were scared of living as much as dying; but was there anything left for you anyways? 

Jungkook you supposed, there was a weird want for him. Maybe it was messed up, he was into you. He took all this time to watch you and wanted you to be happy before you died. You weren’t sure if you were happy. 

Before you got out of high school the town church moved to a new building. A bigger, newer, and nicer one. The old one was small, typical of what you would imagine a small, secluded town’s church would look like. He took you there, unprompted. It was fitting maybe. You walked in front of him and listened to Jungkook load the gun and mutter under his breath. Once inside you stand in place, waiting for him to turn and shoot. You look around the familiar space, your stomach turning, memories of the past playing in your mind. 

The cross mounted above you is entrancing, draped in sheer black fabric, and its shadowy outline is stark against the moon's light. Your eyes flicker back to Jungkook, who seems to have caught onto your staring and also happens to stand before you draped in the moonlight. 

Your last moments would be here. Everything around you felt distorted, and unreal as you looked around another time. 

Staining his hands red and tearing into something clean was all he was. All he wanted. You were both ugly in a sense, he was just more open about it. You look up at him. It’s scary now. You had known what was going to happen from the moment he took you. You knew. You knew he wouldn’t give you a happy ending, only give you a temporary release from everything. He killed your husband, it made you happy. He let you prance around in a wedding dress and pretend one last time you could do it all again. He played well with you, you had been able to push aside the dark truth of your situation for a time. But now he was standing before you, reveling in some kind of glory of it all. Did glory taste different to him? You couldn’t imagine- but was letting him kill that man no different than this? In a way, you had killed your husband, was this all some kind of long, drawn-out punishment for that? For lifelong confusion and defiance?

You hoped someone would find you when you were. Find your carcass and see, understand that you had been, still were, always being ripped open. Torn to pieces and dragged to muddy waters, you hoped they’d know you hadn’t been scared, maybe even welcomed it. Let them know this was love; in some twisted way. Love from Jungkook, or god sending him your way. You stopped believing in god a long time ago, grappled with it for so long, but you hoped he had loved you; at least once. Make the struggle worth it, prove you wrong. Or maybe it was love from yourself for closing your eyes and accepting it. 

Please, let this be love. Let your body be stained with love for once.

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[dinas-a-bird]

Okay so I’m imma request something you don’t have to do it!! But I love your work and uh idk I had an idea so.

Maybe dom g!p Abby and fem sub reader going to celebrate pride. On the way someone asks reader for their number and reader can’t say no so they say yes. Abby gets all pissed because she’s jealous. Anyways the person who asked reader for their number sees them kissing and Abby sees them as well getting all touchy with reader till the other person leaves. Well Abby fucks reader in a toilette or something to show them who they belong to. Idk if that makes sense😭. Also I got a huge breeding kink so if you could add it, that would be great.

Thank youuuu<3

I LOVED WRITING THIS REQUEST-anyway sorry this took so long my lovely anon, I started it then got writers block🥲 BUT I MANAGED TO FINALLY FINISH IT YIPPIE! I did change the request a little with how abby got jealous so I hope that is okay, but the smut is smutty and I tried my best to incorporate the breeding kink as well! this whole one-shot had a mind of its own once I got going

MINORS DNI

Unexpected Attention

Pairing: dom g!p Abby Anderson x sub!fem!reader

Warnings: smut, fingering r!receiving, pet-names (good girl, princess, baby, sweet girl), dom!Abby, sub!reader, possessive!Abby, g!p!Abby, breeding kink, implied after care, penetration r!receiving, multiple orgasms, praise, degrading(blink and you'll miss it), use of y/n, modern AU

Summary: Ellie wants your number, Abby has other plans.

Word Count: 1,924

A/N: As always comments are appreciated and sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes, enjoy!

It is a bright and vibrant day as you and Abby make your way to the pride parade being held downtown, hand in hand. As you continue walking you start to see the streets lined with colorful banners, people walking about celebrating. You finally make it to the celebration and Abby looks over to you grinning, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Isn't this amazing, y/n?" she says, raising her voice to be heard over the cheerful crowd.

You nod, a smile spreading across your face. "It's incredible, Abs. I'm so glad you convinced me to come."

Soon you both find a spot to stand to watch the parade floats ride by. Abby looks around searching for something and as soon as she sees it she smiles and looks back down at you. “I’m going to head inside to the restroom,” She points over her shoulder to a restaurant not too far away, “You okay standing here and saving my spot till I get back?” Typically, Abby wouldn't dare leave you alone in a crowd like this, but because the restaurant was so close by she thought nothing would happen to you in the span of a couple minutes.

You peek around her, eyeing the building, you nod your head, “I’ll be okay Abs. Just be quick please.” She kisses your forehead, mumbling reassurances, before she heads off.

As you wait, you keep your eyes glued to the building your girlfriend entered. Only a minute or so has passed when you feel a light tap on your shoulder. “Hey cutie.” Spinning around you see a slender woman, who's wearing a confident smirk, standing inches away from you. 

As the woman introduces herself as Ellie, you can’t help but notice her bold and flirtatious demeanor, something Abby would definitely not approve of. Her smirk and confident stance make it clear that she has an interest in you. Your heart races slightly, unsure of how to handle this situation.

"Hey," you reply, trying to maintain a friendly tone despite feeling a little uneasy. "I'm y/n."

Ellie's eyes gleam with amusement as she leans in closer. "Y/n, huh? That's a beautiful name for a beautiful girl," she compliments, her words laced with charm.

You blush slightly, feeling a mix of flattery and discomfort, mostly discomfort. "Thank you… Ellie. It's nice to meet you."

She chuckles, her eyes lingering on yours. "Likewise. You know, I couldn't help but notice you from across the crowd. You really stood out."

You shift uncomfortably, glancing around for Abby's return. "Oh, well, thank you. It's a fun day to stand out… I guess."

Ellie's smirk only grows wider, clearly enjoying the thought of having some kind of effect on you. "You're definitely not wrong about that. So, how about we exchange numbers? Maybe we can hang out sometime," she suggests. Leaning in closer she puts her phone in your empty hand.

You hesitate, Abby's possessiveness lingering in the back of your mind. But before you can respond, a voice cuts through the air, causing both you and Ellie to turn.

Abby is striding back towards you with purpose in her step. Her eyes lock onto Ellie, and you see her jaw clench slightly as she approaches. "Hey, sorry it took a bit longer than I thought," Abby looks at you, completely ignoring Ellie's presence.

"It's okay, Abs. This is Ellie. She was just..talking to me," you reply, gesturing towards the woman beside you.

Abby's eyes narrow slightly, but she forces a disingenuine smile. "Oh, hi Ellie. I'm Abby," she says, extending her hand to the woman.

Ellie takes Abby's hand, her smirk still in place. "Nice to meet you, Abby. Y/n here is quite the charmer," she gives you a playful wink.

Abby's grip tightens slightly on Ellie's hand, her expression becoming cold. "Yeah, I know.” Ellie seems almost unfazed by Abby’s harsh grip as they shake hands, almost relishing the challenge. Sensing the tension between the two, you decide to speak up.

"Actually, Ellie was just about to leave Abs," you say, placing the girl's phone in her unoccupied hand. "We were just having a quick chat. Right, Ellie?"

Ellie glances at you and then back at Abby, seemingly enjoying the drama unfolding before her. "Yeah, you're right. I should get going. It was nice meeting both of you." She gives you one last lingering look before walking away.

As soon as Ellie is out of earshot, Abby turns to you, her expression stern. "What was that about?"

You sigh, feeling guilty for the interaction. "I didn't expect her to approach me like that, Abs. She just started flirting with me and then asked to exchange numbers. But I didn’t put mine in her phone Abby, I promise."

Abby's jaw tightens again, and she takes a deep breath before mumbling. "Fuck.. alright c’mon." She grips your hand and leads you out of the crowd, you glance back and see Ellie watching you both with a playful smirk. You try to shake the image out of your mind as you look back up at your girlfriend.

“Abs, where are we goin?” Your voice cracks. Her gaze doesn't shift as she mumbles something, her voice drowned out by the parade. Soon she stops and opens a door, you look up and realize it's the same restaurant she entered earlier that evening. Once inside Abby grips your hand tight and leads you through the dining area to the back where the restrooms are located. Once there she ushers you inside and locks the door behind her.

Before you can ask what is happening, Abby pins you against the sink, your ass pressing into the growing bulge in her jeans. "I know you where going to give that fucking girl your number, if you're really that desperate to be fucked, then having my cock buried deep inside of you in a public restroom should be perfect. Don't you think?" You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pitiful whine as Abby's calloused hands push down your pants and underwear.

"You're going to be a good girl for me, right? Or would you rather me go out there and find Ellie?" Abby hisses into your ear.

"I'll be...be good." you choke out, your eyes closing as you feel Abby’s fingers slipping in between your folds.

"Fuck.. your so wet.. Is this all for me? Or is it for her?" Abby asks as she roughly inserts two of her fingers into you.

"All for you Abs" you manage to get out in between little whimpers and moans. After a couple more thrusts she pulls out her fingers and looks at them.

"You wet enough for me to stick a third finger in you, get you ready for my cock?" You manage to open your mouth but all that falls out of it are soft cries for her to put her fingers back. "When I ask you a question I expect an answer princess." You manage to let out a soft, "get me ready for your cock please."

"Good girl." She leans back into you, three of her fingers diving into your soaked pussy. "I'm going to make you mine," she growls her breath hot on your neck, "you're going to get so wet and hot for my cock that you won't be able to stop yourself from coming all over my fingers before I give it to you."

"'m yours please." you let out a choked sob of pleasure as she pumps her fingers harder.

"That's my good girl." She lets out a loud groan as she watches her fingers, stretching you open as she pushes them in as far as she can get them. "Your so fucking wet.. and so tight. I can feel you tightening 'round my fingers baby. You think you deserve to cum?" she asks, her finger pumping into you as she watches you.

"Yes!" you let out in a throaty moan, her finger thrusting into you as you feel yourself closing around her. "Please please.. let me cum!" Abby lets out a low groan as she pushes her fingers in deeper.

"Cum for me y/n, show me who you belong to."

"I belong to you! Abby, I'm yours!" You cry out as your legs start to shake.

"Fuck, thats it princess" Abby soothes as she holds you down by your hips, her fingers pumping into you as you cum around them. "You think your ready for my cock now? You think you deserve it" She kisses your neck, sucking a mark into the soft skin. A choked out please is all you can manage before you feel Abby remove her fingers and start pulling on her jeans and boxers behind you.

"I'm going to cum in you princess, you're going to be mine, and you're going to love it." you whine at her words and try to press your ass into her member. "You like that don't you dirty girl? The thought of me fucking a baby into that sweet cunt of yours?" Her words sound degrading but you can't help but feel your slick run down your thighs as she says them.

"please.. Abs..need it" you whimper.

"Shhh..sweet girl...i'll make sure not a drop of my cum leaves your pretty pussy." Abby's lips touch your ear, her hand guiding her cock to your entrance. She gently pushes the head of her thick member into you, then inches of her length until she's fully buried inside. After giving you a moment to adjust she slowly starts moving, sliding in and out of you as you whimper and moan in pleasure.

"You're taking me so well. I bet Ellie could never fuck you as well as I do." Abby whispers to you as she moves your hips, forcing her cock in and out of you at a faster pace.

"Please... please…’m yours..” you beg, feeling her fingers at your clit as she moves into you. "want you to breed me...need it Abs" You feel Abbys mouth start to leave sloppy kisses on your neck as she moans.

"you're such a good girl for me" she mumbles into your neck, her hips slamming into yours. "I'm going to make you feel so good. 'm gonna fill you up so good."

you choke back a sob as you feel your abdomen tightening. "'m gonna cum" you manage to say.

"Wait princess 'm almost there." Abby lets out a low groan as she thrusts faster. "Gonna fill you up with my seed...you're going to be so full of me." After a couple more thrusts Abby feels her thighs tighten. "fuck..cum with me" she begs as she thrusts harder.

“I'm cumming" you cry out, your body clenching around her as you feel your walls clamp down and milk her seed inside you. "Fuck...I love you Abby...I love you so much" you sob as she pulls her mouth away and kisses your ear.

"I love you too" she whispers before pulling her cock out of you. Abby grabs some paper towels and begins to clean you up as best she can. Once you both are cleaned up and redressed Abby leans in and engulfs you in a comforting hug. "How about we go home and take a nice bath?" She asks, kissing the top of your head.

Nodding your head you sigh into her chest, "I'd like that." Abby smiles at you as she steps away and begins to unlock the bathroom door.

[lenacosse]

HEYYY please can i request tan x reader where tan sees reader angry fior the first time. So reader, tan and lemon are just out and about or smth and reader just sees someone being horrible to someone. Like idk maybe they went shopping and the guy infront is jut being an ass to the cashier or they are at a bar and someone is harassing a bartender (smth like that , just ideas) and reader just loses her shit and lemon is shocked but proud and tan just realises hes in love and its kinda like one of those moments for him like 'oh shit i love her' realisation. hope u can do thiss and hope it makes sense

Flawless

pairing: tangerine x reader

cw: alcohol, strong language and violence

word count: 1,486

‘i fell in love today,

there aren’t many words that you can say that

could ever change my mind.

she’s enough for me, she’s in love with me

you’re a doll, you are flawless.’

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You open your car door once the taxi pulls up outside of the bar, you step out the cool air wrapping around your body making you shiver. You walk towards the bar door, show your id and enter. You scan the area for Tangerine and Lemon, you spot them in a booth and approach them.

“Hi!” You sit down beside Tangerine. Lemon on his other side.

“Hi love.” Tangerine replies, passing you a drinks menu. Your attempt to hide the blush of your cheeks by looking intensely at your menu.

You pick your drink, vodka cranberry and Lemon goes to the bar to order. Tangerine asks you about work whilst Lemon gets the drinks, you go off on a slight rant about your boss who very clearly overworked you because no one else was as dedicated as you were to rising up the ranks. You were a starting out art designer and this was your first firm placement. Tangerine just listened, that’s what you liked about him. He never told you to shut up when you rambled on about anything, he listened and responded with exactly what you needed to hear every time.

Lemon returned, gave you your drink and settled back down on his seat.

“So why didn’t either of you let me know you were leaving the city for a week?” You raise an eyebrow whilst eyeing them suspiciously.

“It was last minute work stuff,” shrugged Lemon.

“What did you have to go on a super secret mission to kill the Mafia or something,” you tease.

“Not the Mafia but something like that.” Tangerine says casually. You still couldn’t believe their jobs, you definitely should’ve been scared of them but you’ve know them for a long time, enough time to trust them with your life.

“And we found our Diesel,” Lemon says. You laugh at how proud he looked. “Right under our noses the entire time, playing us like fools.”

“Only time it’s ever been beneficial.” Tangerine mumbles.

“So you admit that it isn’t childish and stupid.” Lemon responses.

“It is childish and stupid. I’m sick of hearing about it,” Tangerine grumbled, finishing his drink.

“Oh come on Tan, it does no harm.” You nudge him. He just rolls his eyes at you, “you’re so grumpy. Lighten up.”

He just shakes his head, but you see him crack a smile. It makes you smile in return, you couldn’t be more of an opposite from Tan, he was a little grumpy and sometimes too serious. And you were the opposite, you were too friendly and extremely spontaneous. You talked he listened, he was neat you were all over the place at times, he was calm and you were lively. But somehow that was literally everything, and Lemon was the glue that held you all together. He was the perfect mix between them both and your metaphorical partner in crime (Tangerines literal one).

However you knew that a few drinks made Tangerine much chirpier and that you used to your advantage. So now you all sit absolutely wasted at the bar, Lemon orders the fourth shot. The three of you finish another shot, then just order a drink. The bar around you was busy and lively, the music was pumping through your veins and you felt electric.

You were mid conversation with the guys when you hear some intense ranting. A man is giving off about the bartender yet no one is listening, which just urges him to continue.

“Oi. Can you hurry the fuck up and take my order,” his voice fumes from behind you.

“I’ll be with you in one minute I’m serving a customer.” The bartender responds.

“I told you to take my fucking order. Are you stupid?”

You turn around in an instant to the source of the demands, you make eye contact with him and he just scoffs at you. “And she told you to wait a minute.”

“Who the fuck was talking to you?”

“Oh get over yourself. Piss off and leave her alone, it’s busy in here just wait.”

The man only ignores you and turns back to the bartender. “I swear to fucking god you’re such a useless bitch. I want a drink, so hurry the fuck up.”

“Please let me sort this couple out first.”

“Fucking ridiculous. You’re ridiculous.”

You stand up and come to face like him, you were livid by the vermin he was speaking. “You’re the ridiculous one here. She told you she’s busy! Just fucking get out you dickhead!” You shouted. He crossed his arms, trying to assert power in the situation.

Tangerine and Lemon both instantly turn around to look at what’s going on, Lemon was extremely taken aback by your confidence but he was impressed. But Tangerine was fascinated, he had never seen you riled up before.

“This has absolutely nothing to do with you, turn the fuck around again no one cares about what you have to say.”

“Im sure they care a lot more than watching a shallow waste of space cry because he’s not the top priority.”

“You fucking bitch.”

“What the fuck did you just call me?! A bitch. You think I’m a bitch? Well I think you’re a greedy spoilt little prick.”

“Oh my god she’s brilliant.” Tangerine says, completely starstruck. Lemon only nods in agreement. They couldn’t believe the fire you had inside of you, it was so intense. The man you were arguing with looked threatened, but he couldn’t accept defeat.

“That’s rich coming from you sitting there with two men, like a fucking whore. Look at you,” he looks you up and down, you suddenly feel extremely self conscious of your outfit, even though it was barely showing cleavage. “You look like a fucking prostitute.”

You don’t even take a moment to think and before you knew it your fist collided with his nose, sending him to the ground. People watched in shock, no one not even you knew what just happened it was all so sudden.

Tangerines mouth falls open, as he watches everything go down. There was something about seeing you like this that made everything click. “Fucking hell I love her.” He says, dead serious yet dazed.

Lemon does a double take and stares at Tangerine. “What?” He looks at you, prouder than ever but knew him and Tan needed to get you out of the bar before the man attacks you.

They both speedily usher you out and the three of you sit curb side outside the bar.

“What the fuck just happened,” Lemon floundered, you shake your head in response. You anger was settling and you were just calming down.

“If I see that bastard I’ll tear his fucking head off,” Tangerine says, you could tell he was mad, rightfully so considering what the man had said to you.

“I’ll vouch to that.” You respond.

Lemon inspected your hand of which you used to punch him. Your knuckles were swollen and inflamed.

“I’ll go get you ice.” Lemon goes off to get ice, leaving you and Tangerine.

You look up at the sky admiring the stars, they were one of your favourite sights and looking at them always grounded you. The alcohol was slowly wearing off, leaving you just over tipsy.

“Sorry for not setting in back there,” Tangerine says, his voice comes out soft. You look at him and shrug.

“It’s no big deal,”

“I would’ve have thought you’d argue with someone in the bar, I was impressed, you were slightly terrifying.”

You softly laugh, Tangerine just smiles. “Well his attitude just pissed me off. But.. I feel terrible for causing a scene. I seemed like a crazy bitch.”

Tangerine turned around so he was basically facing you, “you didn’t cause a scene you done what needed to be done.”

“I guess, but everyone probably thought i was some flawed psycho who’s violent.”

“No. No don’t say that,” Tangerine puts his hand on yours and looks at you; his expression is unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His eyes are soft yet fierce, but they hold so much value to his words. You’ve never seen or heard him be so considerate before. His voice was gentle, not grumpy and his touch was comforting, but you liked this side of him.

“It’s true.”

“Believe me, you’re flawless love. You fought that man to help someone else, that shows how kind you are. Anyone who saw everything go down acknowledges that.” He stroked your hand with his thumb, you smiled at his words, a blush dusting your face.

You rested your head on his shoulder and you knew there was a shift in your dynamic with Tangerine from there onwards. You’d always secretly wanted him but you thought you were too boring and too average for him, but the way he spoke to you and the way he looked at you made you feel like you were on fire.