#just like how she lost dom’s car and now i have to find him a new one

[xxchumanixx]

Hii, can you write one with reader that is Tim’s rookie, she is really flirty and an extrovert with him, but one day she sets him up, like Lucy did. He gets upset because he feels like she led him on and then he starts a full on love confession because she is the one he wants. And then smut, very sweet with her kinda dom but both of them are switch

Lead me on

Tim Bradford x rookie!reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), slight fingering, fluff, angst, hurt

Word count: 4.545

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! Really liked the idea, and I hope you'll like how I wrote it. Im glad to find my way back to writing your requests and I hope that I'll be a bit quicker with posting again!

Now, enjoy!

Tim had noticed that you were lost in thought, for the third time this shift.

He'd seen you chew on your bottom lip, worrying about you drawing crimson, so hard you'd bitten down on the soft cushion.

It made him wonder what had you so deeply thinking, as he bit on his own lip.

"Everything okay?" he breached the silence, only then noticing how heavy it had been weighing in the air between you. Looking up from the dark display of your phone, you nodded.

"I'm just thinking about something, nothing important." you tried to soothe his worry, sending him a small smile that was meant to reassure him.

He cocked a brow, reading you like an open book. "Don't lie to me, boot."

You hated the nickname, instead wanting him to call you different names - very different ones.

Swallowing, you looked back down. You had to at least test it, see how he'd react. So you gathered all your nerves, reminding yourself, that you wanted to do this as a prank.

It was meant to be funny, after all.

"You said I could be open with you." you began, fumbling with your phone in your hands. He nodded, motioning for you to continue, as you hesitated.

"I have feelings for you."

The shop skidded to a stop on the empty street, as he suddenly slammed the breaks, the seat belt holding you firmly in place. Shock was clear as day on his face, as he looked at you, before he gathered himself enough to park at the sidewalk.

You had to be out of your damn mind, he thought, his heart - unbeknownst to him - matching the racing of yours.

The sudden movement when he stopped the car again, almost had you laughing despite everything, ruining the prank. But the shock on his face, made you swallow.

Maybe he wouldn't find it as funny as you would do. At least you hoped you would at the end of the day.

"Wait-" he asked of you, his tongue brushing over his lower lip in uneasiness. He didn't know how to react properly, you had hit him like a truck with your confession.

"Y/N-" he began, taking a deep breath, as he tried to make sense of the situation, get a hold of it. "Look, you're a beautiful woman - really you are. But you're my rookie, a-and-" he had to stop himself, biting his lip.

This had to be a bad joke.

You did the same, your lip hurting as you bit down to stop yourself from laughing, teeth almost drawing blood. Even if you actually had feelings for him, the moment he would find out you're pranking him, would still be priceless.

The silence grew tense, as the playfulness of the situation slowly faded, though.

Maybe you shouldn't have done this.

He swallowed, you heard it. "Tim-" "Y/N-" you interrupted each other, both closing your mouths.

"I'll go first." you decided before he was able to speak up again, taking a shaky breath. "It was a prank - or at least it was supposed to be one. It should have been funny, but it wasn't. I'm sorry."

He inhaled sharply, as he abruptly turned his head away from you.

That was not how you expected him to react.

Swallowing, you kneaded your hands, the phone tugged away under your thigh. Were you supposed to say something?

Before you could, though, he turned back around sharply, gaze hardened as he fumed silently, with his tongue nudging against the inside of his cheek.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" he then suddenly snapped, causing you to flinch in your seat.

Yeah, you had definitely crossed a line there.

He inhaled deeply, trying to calm himself in case he would miss when the radio turned on - failing miserably.

"What do you mean you wanted to prank me? Telling me that you have feelings for me, practically running me over like a bus with your confession! What did you think you were doing? What did you expect?"

You were taken aback by his sudden outburst, not sure how to react. Or how to make up for it, if you'd get out of this alive in the first place.

"I-I-" you stuttered, looking down on your fidgeting hands. "I didn't mean to upset you like that, really. I thought you'd find it funny."

His brows twitched, as did his mouth. He felt like you'd just ran him over again with that damn bus.

"But it isn't." he stated, gaze fixed on you. "It isn't funny. For a moment I thought you'd mean what you said. But then you tell me it's a prank."

He almost sounded hurt, somehow.

Turning away from him, you bit on your cheek, the flesh already raw from all the biting. It was a nervous habit of yours, one you weren't able to get rid of.

Your cheeks burned, most likely turning a deep shade of red.

Honestly, you had expected a lot, but not this.

Lucy had told you how he reacted when she did it - okay, maybe it wasn't original to copy her prank, but she told you how funny it was, so you thought what could go wrong?

A lot, apparently.

But why did he react so differently now?

You were a mere inch away from leaving the car, quitting your job. It was so embarrassing, and you were sure you'd never recover from this.

The silence grew more tense the more time passed, as neither of you knew what to say.

Would he report you? Get you fired? He had your fate in his hands, after all.

"I'm sorry." you pressed out through clenched teeth, trying to not burst into tears. The fact that he reacted that way, made you even more insecure about your feelings for him.

If he'd react like this, getting angry at you, when you'd tell him honestly, you didn't know what you would do.

He forced the car to move again, angrily shifting it into drive, before you drove down the quiet street.

He didn't even react to you trying to apologize.

Breathing in shakily, you looked out at the street, straightening your posture. You had to be attentive. If you'd miss anything, it surely wouldn't help his sour mood.

For a while it was quiet, and for the first time since you drove with Tim, you were happy about your shift ending soon, as the sun settled.

When he parked the car in the garage, you hastily climbed out, opening the trunk to gather the bags and guns. He stayed in his seat, only leaving the car when you closed the trunk again.

Without sparing him another glance, you walked to the output, handing Jerry the items with a forced smile.

The old man didn't know what happened, so you tried to be as calm as possible.

Walking to the locker room, you hurried to get changed, stuffing your things into your backpack, before you slung it over your shoulder.

You didn't wait for Lucy, as you'd normally would when your shifts ended at the same time, instead walking straight towards the exit.

How would the following day get? Would he stay angry at you? Would he ask to be replaced as your TO?

You desperately hoped not, even if you'd never be able to look into his eyes again.

Wiping at your eyes, you put the backpack on the passenger's seat, slamming the door shut, before walking around the car to get inside.

"Y/N!" you heard someone call out your name, panicking as you realized it was Tim, who'd been standing at his truck, now walking towards you.

You hadn't seen him before in the darkness of the parking lot.

It was out of instinct, that you climbed inside the car, starting it, before you hastily moved out of the parking lot.

He knew you'd heard him, your eyes had found his after he'd called out to you. That you were ignoring him now, driving past him, as he stood speechless where your car had been parked, caused his heart to crack.

Had he scared you off?

He was sure he'd upset you, there was no denying it, but that you simply ignored him and chose to flee instead, made him feel all the more insecure.

His heartbeat felt cold in his chest, as he gripped the straps of his backpack tighter.

He had to follow you.

And so he did.

After a few turns, you saw his headlights behind you - his car familiar enough to recognize them. Groaning, you tried to concentrate on the street, ignoring him for the moment, as your heart picked up its pace and your hands began to sweat.

When you eventually parked in your driveway, he parked right behind you, effectively blocking your car, so there was no way for you to escape him again.

Or better yet, flee again.

Now angry, you got out of your car, walking straight towards him as he did the same.

"What do you want?" you asked, frustration seeping out of your pores. "I want to talk." he gave back just as evenly frustrated, stopping a few feet away from you. "I wanted to talk back at the parking lot, but you just drove away."

Your cheeks grew uncomfortably hot, gaze shifting from Tim to the ground beneath him. It seemed so ridiculous to you now, the way you chose to flee instead of letting him confront you.

He would have either way.

A humorless chuckle left you, followed by another. "And now?" you wanted to know, looking back up at him with crossed arms. "Do you want me to tell you I'm sorry? I already did. It was just a stupid prank, I don't even know why you followed me or what you wanna talk about."

Your self defenses flickered to life, not sure what he wanted to hear from you.

His jaw ticked, teeth gritting.

"Did you do it on purpose?" he asked, shaking his head as a look you weren't able to place passed over his features. "Did you lead me on?"

Your brows knitted together in confusion, not fully understanding him. "What do you mean, leading you on?"

He huffed, taking a small step closer, causing you to swallow at the nerves bubbling up inside you, trying to fight them.

"I mean the constant flirting, the way you talk to me." he started to explain, taking another step closer. "The way your hand would brush mine, a simple touch so irrelevant, yet so important. The way you made me-"

He cut himself off, the sentence being left hanging in the air. But you wanted to know the rest of it, wanted to know why he was saying these things.

"Made you what?" you demanded to know, head tilting as your brows furrowed even more.

The light on your porch went out, engulfing you in darkness, but with a flick of your hand it came back to life, illuminating his features in the golden hue again.

Illuminating how painfully handsome he was.

Instead of answering your question, he decided otherwise.

"I believed you, when you told me you have feelings for me." he began, swallowing, as one of his hands balled into a fist at his side. "I believed you and I hoped for it to be true. But then you tell me it's a prank - I-"

He cut himself off again, shaking his head in disappointment, as his eyes looked away. He bit his lip, tearing at the soft cushion so hard, it almost ripped.

Meanwhile, your heart seemed to have caught on fire. You didn't quite get what he wanted to say, yet, but your body grew warmer, the more he spoke.

He ignited the smallest flame of hope inside you. It licked at your heartstrings dangerously, threatening to burn you at any moment.

"I got defensive, pushing you away." he eventually continued, looking back up. The fire in his eyes seemed diminished, their light faded.

"I was angry - to be honest I still am. I wanted to wait for your training to be over, before I- Before I would ask you out on a date."

Your breath hitched in your throat, body involuntarily taking a step back, as the force of his words hit you, setting the small flame ablaze. It momentarily knocked the air out of your lungs, the blood pumping loudly in your ears.

You must have misheard him - that was the only explanation.

He had planned to ask you out on a date?

Tears welled up in your eyes, a horrible realization settling in your stomach, quickly drowning the growing flame: you had scared him off, hurt his feelings.

It was a feeling you didn't like - not at all.

You wanted to say something, but he was faster.

"All this time I thought your flirts and the things you did were intentional, had a meaning. But now I know, that I was wrong. All you did was lead me on, making me believe that you felt the same way, but I was wrong."

"Tim-" you dared to speak up, interrupting him as you took a step back towards him. The words got stuck in your throat, though.

Would he even believe you?

He shook his head, biting his cheek, drawing blood. But he didn't even flinch at the sting it brought, instead breathing it in, to distract him from the turmoil of feelings raging inside him.

"I was so excited, because I was happy that your training is over soon." he continued, breathing in through his nose deeply, as his voice shook the slightest bit. "I was excited, because the waiting would have finally been over. But - again - I was wrong. I have feelings for you, and you decided to make my heart leap out of my chest, just so you could crush it all in the same breath."

You felt like he'd slapped you across the face. His words sent a chill down your spine, knowing that he wouldn't easily forgive you, if he even would in the first place.

"Made you what?" you rasped out, choking on your tears as you demanded an answer for your earlier question. He tensed, swallowing, before he finally answered.

"Made me fall in love with you."

One of the tears spilled, followed by another and another. Eyes closing, your head hang low. His confession was what you had hoped to hear for the last months, almost a year, yet it crushed you, groping at you with iron claws.

One stupid prank had ruined everything.

Eyes opening again, you lifted them, meeting his. His gaze was glued to you, even when you hadn't been looking at him. He seemed like he demanded an answer, yet fearing what it would be.

"You are in love with me?" you choked out, hands trembling. Your heart nearly stumbled, having trouble to believe him, but he nodded.

"I'm in love with you, too." you confessed, even though it might have been too late now. "Have been for almost a year now."

Something flashed through his eyes, the light of your porch going out again, before he brought it back to life with a wave if his arm.

Suddenly, he was way closer than before, having used the moment of distraction.

"Say it again." he breathed out, hope making his eyes glitter. "I'm in love with you." you repeated, relishing in the way it made his eyes flutter closed briefly. "Again." he whispered, hands finding yours.

"I'm in love with you, Tim Bradford."

He inhaled sharply, his grip on your hands tightening. "Why did you prank me?" he wanted to know, reigniting the guilt inside you. Sighing, you looked down.

"It was Lucy's idea." you admitted, biting your tear stained lip, tasting the salt. "She told me about how she did it last year, so I thought I could test the waters with it. But you reacted so badly, that I decided to leave it as a prank, not telling you the real intention I had."

"I wanted to be the first." he spoke, tugging at your hands slightly, pulling you closer, as your eyes found their way back to his. "I wanted to ask you out on a date, tell you how I feel. I wanted it to be something special."

Swallowing, you nodded. Your eyes flickered to his lips, his breath on your own.

"Then make it something special." you said, voice husky.

You didn't have to tell him twice, as his lips found yours in an eager kiss. You inhaled him, as you kissed him back. Your hands entangled from his, finding his neck instead. His own grabbed your waist, tugging you closer.

The wood scraped against your back, as he pushed you against the front door of your house, demanding entrance with his tongue.

You greedily let him in, fumbling for your keys, as you did so, coming up with nothing.

His fingers impatiently brushed your pants pocked, eliciting a hushed giggle from you, as he fumbled for your keys.

"God damn it." he grumbled, braking apart from you, as he didn't find them either. Your brows furrowed, as he jogged to your car, ripping the door open and retrieving the key.

In your hurry to get to him, you had left it in the ignition.

Brushing the hair out of your face, you huffed as he held it up, locking your car, before he stepped around you, opening the door to let you both in.

The intensity of the situation was thick, palpable, as he closed the door behind you, not wasting any time to pull you back to him, his lips back on yours.

He blindly walked you backwards into the open living, kitchen and dining area. Your hips hit the dining table, causing the few things on it to rattle and shake. His hands gripped your thighs, helping you to sit on it.

Yours found the hem of his shirt, tugging it upwards, as he did the same with yours. Your arms tangled, causing you to break apart.

His eyes narrowed, as he tugged at your shirt meaningfully, but you were too stubborn to let him go first, as you tugged as well.

You stared each other in the eyes, both too stubborn and dominant to give in. His head dipped down, lips finding your neck. He began to suck, causing your eyes to flutter closed, as you momentarily lost focus.

He used the distraction to remove your hands, tugging the shirt over your head.

You huffed breathlessly, realizing how he had distracted you to go first. He chuckled, sending you a smirk that sent sparks down to your core, making your legs weak.

Removing his shirt as well, you let it fall to the floor, before his lips found your neck again, kissing downwards and over the swell of your breasts, as he pushed you down on the table.

Your breathing faltered, as one of his large hands cupped one of your breasts through the fabric of your bra. His thumb brushed over the covered nipple, making you shiver at the distant sensation.

Suppressing a moan, you pushed up on your elbows, as he unfastened your bra, throwing it on the floor, as his mouth attached to one of the hardened peaks.

His tongue swirled around it, tearing a gasp from you, the pleasure sent straight to your core.

Grabbing his shoulder, you pushed him back. He looked at you with confusion, tilting his head, but you continued pushing, until he was sitting down on the chair beside him, as realization struck him.

Chuckling in amusement, he adjusted so he was sitting more comfortably, eagerly reaching for you as you straddled his lap.  

Your hands found his bare chest, tracing over the muscles that contracted underneath your fingertips at the touch. His hands found your waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh. 

His breathing hitched, as you rolled against his covered erection with your jeans clad core. His grip on you tightened, most likely leaving marks.  

He guided you, as you did it again, softly moaning at the bit of friction it gave you. Pushing down as you did it over and over again, he tried to increase the pressure, his hard-on painfully straining against the fabric of his pants.  

He liked your dominant nature, often having imagined what you’d act like in a situation like this, with unholy thoughts filtering through his mind.  

"Fuck." Tim muttered, hazy from the friction, yet unsatisfied. He tried to regain the upper hand, but you wouldn't let him. Chuckling into his ear, you teased the shell of it with your tongue, his hard-on rocking into you, as he shuddered in response.

Fuck, you were dominant, but so was he.

Letting you continue your movement, he tugged at the button on your jeans, opening it, before he grabbed your ass harshly, causing you to moan into his ear, and he temporarily lost focus at the heavenly sound.

He took you with him as he stood, causing you to yelp slightly in surprise, as he put you back on the table, pushing you down on it, so you were lying on it.

He didn't have the patience to move to another room or surface, as he unzipped your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your panties.

Gasping as the cold air hit your wet cunt, you watched him strip his remaining clothes as well.

He was gorgeous, for all he was worth. Shaped in just the right way, no matter which part of his body.

His lips found yours, as he leaned over you, his fingers parting your folds to collect some of your arousal, before he used it to rub your clit in delicate circles.

You moaned at the feeling, arching into him, as one of his fingers slipped inside you, soon followed by a second, pumping in and out of you, preparing you for his cock, eliciting beautiful sounds from you in which he bathed.

He watched your face as it contorted, teetering on the brink of your first orgasm. Just as you almost made it over the edge, he removed his fingers, using the remaining liquid on them to stroke his cock, aligning it with your entrance.

You fell down the cliff, but on the wrong side, as the build up tension slowly subsided again, leaving you deeply unsatisfied.

He teased you, brushing through your folds with the tip, barely pushing inside. It made you see stars, as you desperately pleaded for more - a stark contrast to the dominance you had emitted only moments ago.

He liked the sound of that even more.

Your pleas were fulfilled, as he suddenly pushed inside, stretching you deliciously. He slowly inched forward, groaning at how tight you gripped him.

You believed to burst, when he filled you to the brim, his hips meeting yours in a chaste kiss, as the tip of his cock lightly brushed your cervix. You moaned, not having expected him to be this big.

His lips attached to your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping, as he waited for your go, hips rutting into you the slightest bit, as he had struggle to compose himself, now that he was finally buried inside your heat.

Your fingertips brushed his nipple and he jerked forward, eyes meeting yours, as you grinned up at him. Shaking his head, he took it as his signal to finally move.

He slid out of your dripping cunt slowly, before he pushed back inside with a snap of his hips, causing you to choke on a breath, gasping afterwards.

His lips parted in a strangled moan, at the way you clenched around him, dragging him closer to the edge with each thrust. He pulled back out, but you clenched down on him on purpose, causing him to rut right back inside you, before he even had a chance to really pull out.

He shook his head at you, laughing quietly, as he smirked down at you.

Two can play this game.

His lips found your nipple, your back arching as he sucked it into his mouth, all the while slowly rocking in and out of you. The pace was brutally soft, teasing you to the brink of tears, as his tongue flicked over the hardened peak.

"Tim..." you breathed out desperately, heels digging into his back to make him move faster. He smirked against your nipple, but complied, as he picked up the pace.

Soon he was pounding into you, the tip of his cock brushing that spongy spot that made you moan his name with each thrust, believing to see stars. You were a panting and moaning mess under him, fully subjected to him.

He groaned and moaned into your ear, as he chased your releases, trying to hold back until you would be coming. His pace was relentless, as he fucked into you, the objects on the table soon tipping over, but neither of you cared.

"I'm close." you announced out of breath, though gasping, as he hit that one spot again. His lips found yours, as his fingers ghosted down your body and to where you were connected, parting your folds to find your clit.

He rubbed circles on it and you cried out, coming hard on his cock. Clenching down on him, you made it even harder for him to move, dragging him over the edge with you, as he moaned your name in bliss.

His warmth filled you up, as he stilled, harshly breathing as he tried to calm his racing heart. Yours seemed like it would never stop racing, lung desperately burning for air.

"Wow." you breathed, still feeling a bit dizzy. He smiled down at you, brushing a sweaty strand of hair from your face.

"Yeah."

You fell silent for a moment, as his eyes searched yours for any sign of regret. But he found none.

"I want you." he admitted, clearing his throat as he shifted his weight on top of you. "I want to go on a date with you."

His words caused you to smile up at him, the happiness spreading through you as you still glowed from your high.

He believed he'd never seen anything this beautiful before.

"I want that too." you admitted, nodding. "I want to go out with you, even if we have to hide for the rest of my training."

His face fell slightly, only then remembering your current situation, before he nodded as well, pecking your lips. "I'm willing to hide with you." he spoke, his hips connecting with yours again as he rocked forward, earning a gasp from you.

He chuckled, lips brushing over your cheek.

"And then, when your training is over and you're officially a p2, we won't have to hide anymore." he continued, kissing down your jaw and to your neck, butterflies erupting in your stomach.

"I will tell everyone that you're mine."

Your body shivered pleasantly at his words, sighing in bliss. "I like that idea."

"Good, 'cause now you'll never get rid of me again." he promised you, looking back up into your eyes.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

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Jungkook

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 | Mistakes

Jungkook knew from the first look at your eyes, that you'd be the biggest mistake he'll ever make.

Tags/Warnings: Aged up!Jungkook, Younger!Reader, Age Gap (9 years, JK is mentioned to be 34/35), Angst, Mature romance, Smut, car sex, protected sex, no strings attached, big dick!Jungkook, implied size kink, very mild Dom!Kook undertones, oral (m. receiving), sugar daddy!Jungkook vibes but only in a joking manner

Length: 7k words (oops)

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Jeon Jungkook doesn't really attend parties- typically.

But this time, for this occasion, he can't really pull himself out- he's got to at least show up for a moment, be there and present, before he can call it a night and go home. It's not like he hates his coworkers or employees most of all- he's just not that good at socializing, and never really was.

He's learned to be alone, and now he's too good at it.

A lot of the people in the hall, he doesn't know. That's probably because he's allowed people to bring a plus-one, so most of the people here are couples, which makes the whole situation just so much worse. "You could at least try and appear like you're having fun, you know?" Taehyung laughs, standing closer to his coworker now, a drink in hand. "It's not that bad." He tries to lighten the mood, but Jungkook just rolls his eyes.

"It's not even been an hour and I already want to go." He sighs.

"Why not leave then?" Tae wonders, sipping his non-alcoholic drink, since he's gonna have to drive home later, his wife currently conversing with other coworkers. "Oh, right, because Namjoon-"

"God don't remind me." Jungkook mumbles, shaking his head as he sips his whiskey. "I can't believe I lost that bet." He growls to himself, watching how someone seems to struggle with choosing the right food at the buffet, plate still empty even after several minutes. You look young, or maybe you're just short- he's not sure, but what he is sure about is that you do not work for him or his company- at least not in the same building. He would've noticed you, just like he does right now.

"I think she's Yoongi's plus-one? Or at least he drove here with her together.." Taehyung mumbles, having spotted his friend watching you.

"She looks young." Jungkook mumbles. "And I thought Yoongi was seeing the secretary we hired a few months ago?" He wonders, finally letting his eyes leave you alone, form-fitting dress very complimenting to your body, not too revealing, but still somewhat teasing.

Taunting him, almost.

"Oh, he does! Namjoon caught them making out in Yoongi's office last week." Taehyung laughs. "She's probably just a friend." He shrugs.

A friend, huh?

"Maybe something for you though?" Taehyung jokes. "I mean, I think I saw her drinking earlier, so she's at least of legal age." He laughs, making Jungkook cringe at him. He doesn't really find this whole joke funny- not at all, but Taehyung is right when it comes to Jungkook having a.. severe lack of company these past few years. Only occasionally does he have some sex without any strings attached- never brings anybody home however, refuses to cling to someone.

He's divorced anyways. Most women don't really find that very appealing.

Maybe he can have some simple company this time as well, nothing serious at all- it's been a while, after all, and everyone's an adult here, no matter the age difference. As long as he communicates it properly, there's no reason not to at least converse with you.

So he does indeed approach you, finding you still at the buffet, barely anything on your plate at all.

"Too much to choose from?" He wonders next to you, and he realizes the huge mistake he's made when approaching you the second you lift your head to look at him.

The lights reflect in your eyes like mirrors, minimal makeup perfectly enhancing your features, lips shiny with the most sinful shade of lipgloss this world probably has to offer. He's a goner, right away, lost in the sight of you, as if he's been thrown into the deep end of a pool so cold that it freezes his muscles, making him sink down to the bottom like a stone.

"Oh, no.." You answer, looking back at all the foods. "I have a shellfish allergy, so I'm not sure what I can eat.." You mumble, one hand having reached up to play with the sparkling pink gemstone hanging around your neck.

His mouth feels dry for a second, before he catches himself.

"Here." He mentions, pointing at some small numbers near the names of the foods on the small cards. "Those small numbers, the three right there is for shellfish." He offers, pointing towards a different card close by where the numbers are explained.

"Oh! Thank you so much, I hate contact lenses!" You laugh to yourself. "I usually wear glasses, but I wanted to look pretty.." You giggle, putting some food onto your plate now.

"I'm sure nothing can ruin a face like that." He flirts without truly thinking about it- making you visibly blush, trying to contain a smile.

"I appreciate the compliment…?" You wonder, and Jungkook knows, he's probably about to make another, grave mistake.

"Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook." He introduces himself, and you tell him your name in return, smiling oh-so devastatingly beautiful.

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His plan was absolutely not to explore what might be beneath that pretty dress of yours- and it seems like that might stay that way despite his length inside you.

You're moving your hips in ways that makes him dizzy, mind clouded with lust as you bounce up and down, hands on your back the only thing helping you avoid accidentally hitting the steering wheel. He's pushed the seat back as far as it goes, but you can never be too sure- he wouldn't want you to honk and draw attention to the surely shaking vehicle in the darkened parking lot.

The condom had been pure luck- he's not a fan of pulling out, so if it hadn't been there in the glove box of his car, he probably would've had to awkwardly call it quits before anything really happened at all. It's not like you both instantly were at each other's throats the moment you left the gathering- he simply offered to drive you home instead of Yoongi, who'd wanted to stay a little longer, while you complained about feeling tired. And in his car, you'd talked- casually so, something clicking, as he's now got you on his lap, bouncing on his dick like he's not experienced in quite some time now.

He feels a bit bad. Despite making sure that you know this is nothing but a casual fuck, it still feels a little odd to him. He doesn't like things like these- it feels like he's using you, and he's not a fan of such situations.

Though he can't deny that you feel absolutely divine.

The rain is heavy outside, pushing against the car's windows from all sides, drowning out the otherwise rather obscene sounds coming from between your bodies. Your hands are on his shoulders, fingers gripping his muscles beneath the fabric of his formal button-up. He refuses to kiss you, can't find it in him to do it, and you accept it, instead treating it as detached as you can, simply chasing your high as you fuck yourself on his twitching length.

He feels good. Thick, able to reach far inside you, but not enough to hurt.

The way he holds you is nice too- not too strong of a grip, only enough to guide you, keep you moving, keep you going. He's not big on dirty talk, isn't over the top with anything, and it almost feels like he's treating you like a woman, and not some chick he's met at a party. There's a certain sense of respect he's offering you that gives you confidence, makes you feel powerful for once even though he's clearly setting the pace.

This is something you don't usually get to have. Someone taking you seriously.

"You close?" He asks out of breath, avoiding your eyes, rather looking at your lips, though never moving into action. A limit he's set, and a limit he follows, he's clearly a man that doesn't wildly change his mind on the fly. Though, considering who he is, and where he is in life, he probably has had enough time to be untamed and wild already. You faintly wonder if he's ever been in a long-term relationship. Yoongi hasn't really talked about him much.

Neither have you asked. You've seen him, once or twice- but a man like that is out of range for you.

You nod when he grips your behind, reminding you quietly of his question, hips stuttering as he takes over, helping you move to chase his own orgasm right after yours. You're a bit overly sensitive, but you push through it just to see him clench his jaw, eyes closing as he groans out in relief, cum spurting into the condom inside you.

It's suddenly over, and not even your evening breaths can mask the slight awkwardness that's filling the car.

One of his hands keeps you close, though you have to lean against him a bit as to not move your hips too much as he reaches for something from the glovebox, plastic wrap of the small pack of tissues making a distinctive sound. "You okay?" He asks you, and you nod, now having switched places apparently as you avoid his face entirely.

You rather move a bit weirdly to accept the tissue offered, lifting your hips to awkwardly wipe yourself down, before pulling up your underwear and climbing back into the passenger seat, where you clean the inside of your thighs while he discards the condom from his length with a slight hiss of sensitivity.

You never really know what to say. You don't actually do this often- this is only the second time you've ever hooked up with anyone like this, and it's just as weird as the first time.

"Thank you, by the way." He offers, taking the challenge away from you as he puts the tied up condom in the tissue to discard it at home later. "Let me drive a bit closer to the building, just so you don't get too wet." He says, pulling his seat back into proper position before he starts the car.

Such a gentleman- You're a little disappointed. But only mildly so. Will you even stay in his mind?

Probably not.

You're way too young for a man like him, who most likely wants a proper woman in his life instead of a.. instead of you. You're not even sure where you are at in life- neither a woman nor a girl, somewhere in between, floating, unsure, neither and both. You know however for a fact that you'll remember him- probably for quite a while, before the memory will fade into nothing but a glimpse.

"There we go." Jungkook says, stopping the car very much in front of your apartment building, sideways so that you can run right into the main hall. "Please remember to text Yoongi, okay?" He reminds you. "He might be worried otherwise." He smiles kindly, and you nod, a bit forced, grabbing your light coat and your handbag. "And.. I enjoyed it. Very much so." He makes sure to tell you, making you nod a bit shy.

"I.. uhm, I'm glad." You nod, awkwardly, causing him to chuckle.

"Now go hurry inside before the rain starts again." He urges, making you nod dumbly once more before you open the car door, running inside the apartment building after closing the door.

And he drives off, back home, where nothing waits for him but the humming fridge and a cold, empty bed.

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Daehyun can be a little spoiled, but other than that, he's a well behaved kid for his age.

He loves staying at your place, though his questions on when you'll be getting another dog after your first passed away a year ago are sometimes a bit stinging to your heart. He's a child, obviously- he doesn't understand the hurt that can settle in your soul after losing such an important piece of your life, so you can't blame him for moving on a lot quicker than you.

He's too young to understand that yet.

"Uncle Yoongi has a cat now!" Daehyun tells you as he builds the lego set with you, his small hands having some difficulty here and there, but he's a quick learner, and a good improviser. "But he said I can't play with her, because she's a girl-cat, and girl-cats don't like playing." He explains, pouting a bit as he uses all his strength to pull two pieces apart again.

"Well, I think she's just be a little nervous still." You reassure the boy. "You know, she just moved into a new home. Things might be a little scary to her." You explain, and Daehyun nods.

"I only pet her a bit." Daehyun tells you. "Appa said we're gonna get a dog soon though!" He says with excitement, making you smile.

"That's nice." You agree, helping him pull some bricks apart. You like having the little boy over at your place- it makes you feel both like a grown person, and also like a child at the same time. Daehyun doesn't judge your vast collections of stuffed animals and lego sets- he only sees you as the nice aunt, a big sister, a friend of his dad where he stays over at often whenever work gets in the way and takes away most of Taehyung's attention. Just like this weekend- Taehyung having needed someone to look after the boy, Dae's mother constantly equally without any time. You're not sure how long that marriage is gonna last with her refusing to step back at least a little to properly take care of her own child, and with Taehyung's growing frustration over the situation.

You hope the poor boy won't get caught up in the crossfire. That would just be awful.

Hours later, all the toys put away, your doorbell rings, giving you the clue that someone must be now here to pick the young boy up. Probably either Jimin or Yoongi- but when you open the door, it's neither of them, but a casually dressed Jungkook, hands in his slacks as your gaze gets caught on the slightly unbuttered shirt that's tucked into the pants, LY-labeled belt buckle accentuating his rather slim waist.

What the fuck.

"Oh- uh, come inside." You offer, stepping aside to let him in, Daehyun quickly running up to Jungkook, who mirrors the excitement of the young boy as he squats down to hug him. You let them both have their moment, instead walking around to collect all of Dae's things, checking twice to make sure he didn't forget anything, as you text Taehyung to make sure the man is really supposed to take the boy with him.

He is, which makes you a bit upset. Taehyung could've told you before.

When you walk back inside the living room area, Dae is currently busy showing Jungkook a stuffed animal- a gift from Jimin a year ago, modeled after your dog as a keepsake. "He was suuuper big, and really nice!" Dae beams up at the man. "He always ate ice cubes, but-" the small boy inspects the stuffed animal a little, lips pouting. "-Noona said he was really old, so he went to sleep." He offers, and Jungkook seems to realize what the stuffed toy might actually be.

"Let's put him back on the table then, yeah?" He offers, a hand with faint ink taking the toy from the smaller hands of the boy to place it back next to the picture frame of your dog and the collar on the tiny table near the door where he used to sleep. "So he can sleep well." He explains, making Dae nod. When you make your presence finally known, Jungkook removes the hand, heavy watch on his wrist faintly hitting the edge of the table for a second, as he watches how you help the small boy into his jacket.

You're a little confusing.

"Alright." You say after successfully getting Daehyun to put on his shoes. "Theres- uhm, there's a, wait, I'll show you.." You say, moving to pull a little folder out of one of the bags packed. "This one, please make sure Taehyung sees this. It's Daehyun's homework, and he really needs to do them this time." You emphasize. "Just make sure he actually looks inside at least once.." You sigh, putting the bright red folder back into the bag.

"I'll make sure." Jungkook accepts, taking the bag from you. "Anything else?" he wonders, and you refuse any eye contact, instead shaking your head to hug Daehyun goodbye as you bring him and Jungkook to your front door.

"Noona, you gotta hug Jungkookie too!" Dae says, surprising you with his lack of formality when addressing his father's friend- but you don't question it.

And admittedly, Jungkook is fairly surprised when you do in fact reach out to hug him goodbye, though very formal. It's still.. oddly nice, you don't seem to wear perfume but rather rely on your scented bodywash, which smells very good to him. This is weird. Why is he getting such feelings of comfort for a simple hug with nothing attached to it?

And why is he kind of disappointed when it ends far too quickly?

But it gets worse in the car, because Daehyun has clearly gotten the wrong message entirely. "Noona doesn't have a boyfriend." He says from the backseat where Jungkook has placed the booster seat he's gotten from Taehyung in cases like these where he has to pick up the young boy. "And appa said you don't have a girlfriend." He says, making Jungkook nod and hum a reply. "Noona is really pretty." He giggles. Jungkook cant help but chuckle along.

"She is." He agrees, because he won't lie about that. You are very pretty in his opinion, though he can only really judge you mostly by looks alone. "Did you have fun? I heard you were there the whole weekend." He tries to steer the conversation away, but the young boy clearly doesn't get the message.

"Noona can cook really well!" He praises. "She always makes me my favorite, and then we watch tv in our 'jamas." He says, and Jungkook has to imagine you both probably bundled up in blankets on the small couch you have, watching kid's shows until the poor boy falls asleep.

Domestic. Do you like children? Want your own in the future, maybe?

"Jungkookie?" Dae asks, and Jungkook hums a reply, telling the kid he's listening. "Do you like Noona?" He wonders.

"I don't know her that much, dae. But she seems nice." He offers instead, trying to evade the interrogation of the small boy.

"Do you like drinking?" Dae wonders. "Like, the stuff appa says I can't have?" He asks, and Jungkook grows a bit weary. Why exactly would the young boy ask something like that?

"Sometimes. Why do you ask?" He asks the boy, who seems to deflate now.

"Then you can't be friends with Noona." He complains.

"Why not?" Jungkook wonders.

"Because, the guy noona liked for a while always got mean when he was drinking that stuff." Dae complains, looking out the window. "I was never allowed to play at noona's house when he was there. He really liked that stuff that smells bad, but it made noona upset." He says.

Jungkook tenses up a bit. "Was he ever-, how was he mean to you?" Jungkook wonders.

"He always told noona to do things for him, and never let her play with me." He huffs. "And Yogi didn't like him too, because he always had to stay in his bed." He complains. Jungkook assumes the boy is probably talking about the dog.

Jungkook doesn't know how to ask what he wants to ask. It doesn't concern him at all- after all, it seems like you're no longer together with that guy, so he shouldn't pry. But something makes him worry- deep down, he's awfully wary, since he now realizes you did indeed not even touch any alcohol at the party at all- the drink Taehyung had seen you hold non-alcoholic. How bad must the relationship have been? You might not have a fear of men, but you're clearly affected by the past, it seems like.

"Did.." no. He shouldn't be asking that. It's none of his business.

"Do you get mean too when you drink?" Dae wants to know. "Appa only gets really sleepy." He giggles. Jungkook laughs along. Taehyung truly does only get horribly tired whenever he drinks- and he knows for a fact that he never gets drunk when he has to take care of the boy alone, so he's not at all alarmed by those words.

"No, I don't get mean." Jungkook answers. "I don't really drink a lot of it, so it only makes me feel a bit silly." He offers as an explanation, and Dae nods.

"Then, maybe Noona won't mind." He says, causing Jungkook to chuckle, shaking his head.

"Why do you want Noona to like me so much?" He wonders, and at that, Taehyung's son becomes excited.

"Because, then my favorite people like each other!" He exclaims. "And that's really cool. Then we can have sleepovers together, and you can help me get a new dog for noona!" He says. "She's really sad that Yogi sleeps now. I think she's lonely." He whines.

"We can have sleepovers anyways, dae." He laughs.

"But, appa told eomma, that you need someone you like." He huffs. Jungkook reminds himself to scold his friend at a later date. "Because you're not happy now, and you're lonely. And noona's lonely too." He offers.

Luckily, Jungkook escapes any further questioning as he finally reaches Taehyung's apartment, ready to drop the young boy off.

The whole conversation not leaving him at all the entire rest of the day, as he realizes he forgot to show Taehyung the folder.

Crap. This is your fault.

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It's been weeks- and apart from rubbing one out to the remaining memories of you in his car, he's not really thought much about you at all.

He's seen you on occasion here and there at the grocery store or a coffee shop, which made him realize that you've always been right under his nose but he just never knew who you were, but you two don't really have had any actual conversations anymore.

There's no reason for it.

He now knows that you're actually the part-time nanny Taehyung used to have a few years back, when you apparently had just been fighting to find a new job to keep your apartment and not get kicked out for not being able to pay rent. Back then, Taehyung and his wife had been living separated for a bit after a pretty bad fight- so the father had needed someone to take some weight off his shoulders, and help with the small child who couldn't even talk yet. You helped raise Daehyun basically, more or less- and, according to Taehyung, it shows.

The young boy has a strong sense of justice, and shares everything he has happily- something that he's learned from you. It makes some odd things make sense now to Jungkook as well- how Dae has some habits that seem very unique, but also too specific to have been developing all on their own. The child holds the front of his shirt a lot- something Jungkook noticed you do in a similar way as well, whenever you think of something.

Today, it's Daehyun's birthday. And Jungkook is sure, that the young boy probably demanded that both jungkook and you had to be there.

And he's right.

The minute he enters Taehyung's penthouse, he spots you sitting on the floor with the child, who's currently trying to read his own birthday card to you, before he spots him in the doorway. You look pretty, yet again. No makeup it seems like, and he can't say that you need it. You obviously don't, eyes still sparkling dangerously, smile still as lethal as ever as you wave a little bit before getting up.

You're dressed comfortably. He likes the sight of it- the casual dress you wear not too short to be scandalous, but short enough to tease him with the skin of your legs, hidden beneath a sheer pantyhose. Or?

No. There's an upper hem of lace- those are just stockings.

"Jungkookie, appa said you'll drive noona home today?" Dae says, now held up on Jungkook's hip, as he looks at Taehyung who laughs.

"Dae, I said I'm gonna ask him if he can drive her home!" He scolds gently. "Hey- sorry, he just runs with whatever he hears." The father tells him, and Jungkook just smiles, shaking his head.

"I can drive her home, no worries." He simply affirms. "It's no problem."

"Taehyung I told you I can go home by myself!" You whine, and Jungkook is intrigued by this seemingly new side of you. He knows you as a little shy, soft spoken, polite. You always greet him when you see him, and you've talked a little bit in his car weeks back- but then again, you only know each other on a very surface level.

He wonders what you're really like.

"And I said you're not driving alone when you're sick." Taehyung threatens, dad-voice coming through as he attempts to push through your clearly stubborn behavior, and Jungkook can't help but watch intently as your eyes roll around, attitude clear as you don't take your friend seriously at all.

"Noona is gonna be a mommy!" Daehyun blurts out to Jungkook, and for a split second, his entire body freezes, blood cooling down to the negatives, bones filling with fear.

He wore a condom- but what if something happened? What if it leaked? Was that even possible? He's not against becoming a father, absolutely not- but he'd like to have a proper relationship for that, a stable one, not something like this.

"Daehyun!" You scold with red cheeks, and Taehyung runs a hand over his face. "Appa just asked me if I was, I'm not!" You whine embarrassed, sighing. "Oh god, guys, please! I'm an adult woman, I'm not sick, I can go home by myself." You complain, walking into the kitchen, presumably to escape the pressuring situation.

"She threw up earlier, that's why I asked her. Dae must've heard me." Taehyung says, after averting his son's attention back to the TV in the living room, where his favorite show plays. "She refuses to see a doctor for it. But you look like you've seen a ghost-" Taehyung teases, before his eyes sharpen. "…could it be that the mention of her becoming a mommy made you worry?" He pokes, and Jungkook furrows his brows, averts eye contact. "Holy shit, you two!?" He hisses, and Jungkook groans.

"Shut up, it was nothing." He simply says, while Taehyung's eyes widen in a scandalized manner.

"Nothing?! Jungkook, where is that nothing?" He argues, surprisingly sternly. "I'll drive her home."

"You're acting like I forced myself onto her-" Jungkook sighs, but Taehyung shakes his head. "Taehyung, you heard her. She's an adult woman, she can decide things herself." Jungkook defends you. "I'll drive her home, and I'll text you once she's dropped off." He says, before he walks into the kitchen where you're filling up a glass with water.

"Oh god that was embarrassing." You whine into your hands, before you shake your head. "He acts as if I'm dying any second whenever something's up." You mumble, drinking from your glass. He can see you're a bit less energetic- hand a bit shaky as you drink.

"He worries." Jungkook offers, leaning against the counter next to the fridge, across from you. "And you should go see a doctor if you don't feel well." He scolds, and yet again, you roll your eyes.

"And you should try and work on your facial expressions, mister." You huff. "I could see the panic a mile away when Dae said I'm pregnant." You bite, making him tilt his head a little "Either way, I'm fine. I can't afford to call in sick right now or my landlord will kick me out the minute my rent is late again." You laugh a little bitterly, finishing your water before you rinse the glass in the sink.

"Do you not get paid a regular salary each month?" He wonders. You shake your head.

"I do, but it's the monthly bonus that keeps me afloat." You explain. "And I only get that one if I'm not sick and bring appropriate numbers to the table." You sigh. "My landlord just searches for a reason to kick me out, I'm sure." You mumble as you dry your hands.

"How come?" Jungkook asks.

"I didn't want to go out with the guy." You shrug, not looking at him. "I like older men, but sixty? No thanks.." You huff, turning around to look at a smug looking Jungkook, his arms crossed.

"Would've never guessed." He tells you in a cocky manner, and you cross your arms to mirror his position in an exagerated manner.

"I would've probably let you screw me if you were younger too." You respond.

"Oh?" He raises his brows. This is oddly fun. "Were you that needy?" He teases, and suddenly, your eyes soften quite a bit, scaring him.

"No." You shake your head. "Guess you were just that charming." You shrug.

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"If your job pays that awful, why not change it?" Jungkook wonders as he maneuvers out the parking lot, leaving Taehyung's home behind after Daehyun had gone to bed.

You shrug.

"I'm lucky I got accepted in this one." You say. You're tired- it's obvious to him. "I dropped out of school too early. Now I'm facing the consequences- and honestly, it's not that bad either. I get by, and it's a quiet life I'm living, which is nice." You offer.

"Do you not have any ambitions?" He asks, relaxed now that he knows you're not one to be overly sensitive when it comes to more personal topics like that. You don't try to read between the lines where there's most of the time nothing at all to find.

"Its not like I don't have any ambitions." You respond, neither denying nor confirming. "It's more that I realized some of those ambitions were.. unrealistic. So I instead pursued what was." You shrug. "Nothing too deep. It's.. part of growing up, I guess." You explain.

Growing up. Talking to you, right now, truly does remind him of that. Almost two hands between you both in years, but you're awfully matured in the way you think at its core. You just have a softer shell around it, your opinions can still move, your mind still has some sort of wiggle room.

His doesn't. He makes decisions and sticks by them, most of the time. He doesn't like change, he enjoys his routine, keeps everything in order most of the time- until now.

Because you're definitely a decision he keeps bending around.

"How much is your rent?" Jungkook asks, and you look at him from where you're leaning against the car's window, an amused expression on your face.

"Why? You wanna be my sugar-daddy?" You joke, and he shrugs, much to your surprise.

"I don't care what you call it." He simply says. "But if it get's you to take some time and take care of your health, I can take care of a month's rent." He offers.

"I don't like that." You respond.

"I know." He laughs. "I've come to learn that you don't like accepting help. But it's something you can't avoid at times." He explains to you. "I'm just offering help. Whether or not you take it, is up to you." He shrugs.

"Why would you do that?" You wonder, suspicious.

"Because Taehyung worries about you. And Daehyun would be terribly upset if something was to happen to you." He admits. "I don't know you well enough to say that I'm doing this for you- so I'll be honest. I do this mostly for them." He says.

You nod. You like this- that he's actually telling the truth, instead of trying to woo you into something.

"Alright." You sigh, tired. "I'll.. text you?" You wonder, and he nods.

"I have your number from Taehyung already." He chuckles. "I just didn't have a reason to reach out yet." He admits.

You just nod, eyes falling shut for longer he notices.

You must be working hard if you're this exhausted. He really hopes you'll take care of yourself after he helps you sort everything out.

Hopefully his help is enough.

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He's lost control over the situation. How can this happen a second time?

He's been texting you these past few days, especially after you've finally took some time off of work to sort out your doctor's visits, having received some medication to finally help you resolve your issues.

He's not sure why he keeps coming back to you. And he's especially not sure how the hell he managed to get himself caught up in a situation like this twice, especially after Taehyung had been clearly upset about the first time.

There's something about you he can't really pin-point. It's both scary, and exciting.

You're kneeling on a small heart-shaped pillow from your small couch, hands occupied and slicked up with your own spit as you caress his length, head of it warm inside your mouth as you lick and suck. You've offered, and he assumed it to be a joke- but the moment you got down between his legs, all of his usual control over things went out the window. He might appear to be the one in charge, right in this moment, but he's truly at your mercy.

It makes him anxious. This shouldn't be happening.

But he can't deny the appeal of you taking care of him so well- it feels scarily intimate to have you between his legs like this, eyes closed as you seem to enjoy yourself, mostly due to his own hand reaching out to run his fingers through your hair, brushing it out of your face and taking the chance to offer some form of affection before he collects your hair in his fist for a second, long sigh escaping him as he feels the tip of your tongue push against the head of his cock, dipping into the small point, before you adjust your legs, letting go of him for just a second to lick from the base to the very tip once more.

You're a succubus, hidden behind a pretty face and sinful body.

He's not sure what your motivation is, hasn't really figured it out for the first time either. There's this little devil on his shoulder constantly urging him to accept your advances and let himself go, but the angel is louder, and keeps on feeding him doubts about the whole thing. He's consumed by his work, he doesn't have time for you, he can't offer you what you might want from a relationship. He doesn't even know if he himself is ready for something like that- he knows he should be, considering how long ago his divorce had been finished, but it's still odd to think about it. He's scarred by what went down, and doesn't want to go through this again.

He can handle being hated by one person he used to love. He wouldn't be able to have two doing the same.

It made him wonder if he's even someone worthy of having a relationship. Does he have enough to offer you that's not physical or monetary? No. He doesn't have time, he's awkward as hell, he doesn't like parties and rather enjoys laid back vacations somewhere no one knows him- if he even takes one at all. He wants a quiet life-

A quiet life?

'it's a quiet life I'm living, which is nice.'

Maybe it's your hands on his cock, the back of your tongue over his tip, or the way your fingers suddenly move to massage his balls just right- but he's facing this horribly ironic moment of both pleasure and realization at the same time as his cum shoots into your mouth, lips sealed over the head to suck him for all he's got. His hand keeps pushing your head, fingers digging into your hair, and you moan quietly at the faint sting of it.

His head rests back on your couch. His hand loosens, letting you go, while his eyes stay closed, breath deep and uneven as he tries to calm himself. He doesn't even realize how you tuck him back into his underwear as he softens, though you leave the fly and belt untouched, instead moving to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

You wait. For what? You're not sure.

"I.." He starts, taking in a deep breath, a hand through his hair trying to sort him out again. "..you.."

"Was it good?" You wonder almost innocently, watching him amused.

He nods. "Very." He simply answers, brain dumb. He hates this.

"Nice." You smile, before you move to put the little pillow back on the couch. "Do you wanna.. leave right now? Or stay for coffee?" You wonder, treating this all way more casual than he is. He's not sure what to do. But he knows you need to talk about this.

"Can you come here for a second?" He asks, and you nod, putting down the mug you got out of the pantry, making your way over to him to sit on the couch next to him. "I hope you know this isn't.. needed. I honestly just wanted to help you out with rent." He urges, and you nod.

"I know." You say, making him feel a bit lighter. "Was that.. not something you wanted?" You worry, but he shakes his head.

"I'm.. I'll have to be honest here." He sighs, having closed his pants and adjusted himself prior already, not leaning forwards with his elbows on his knees. He can't look at you- not if he wants to be honest and straight forward. "I'm not sure." He offers. "I think it's clear that there's an attraction going on- but I don't know how far this can go."

"I'm not in love with you or anything." You defend yourself. "Neither do I have a crush. I just like you." You shrug.

"That's good." He nods to himself. "It's good that you know that. That you... can distinguish it."

"I think your problem might have something to do with.. my age?" You wonder, and Jungkook turns his head towards you, eyes staying on your knees however. "Yoongi mentioned something once. That he has a friend who has some sort of mid-life crisis right now and thinks he's too old for everything." You giggle.

"And how do you know that would be me?" He calls you out a little offended.

"Because it just fits." You laugh. "You play around with Dae all the time, but the second someone watches you, you become all awkward. It's kinda sad." You admit.

"How so?" He wants to know.

"Because it's dumb." You say, leaning back against your couch.

"Maybe for you. But when you're my age-" He starts, and you suddenly start to laugh, cutting him off.

"See! That's how I know you're the one with the crisis!" You joke, hand hitting his shoulder playfully, and without any intention to hurt. "I'm not a kid. I can make my decisions just fine." You say.

"And your decision is?" He wonders, now looking at you.

"That I want to get to know you." You tell him. "I want to.. see where it goes." You offer.

"What if it goes nowhere?" He argues. "I can't promise you some fairytale love-story." He denies. "I'm divorced, I want children at some point, I don't like parties, I work long hours-"

"But that's stuff that we can work out, no?" You wonder. "Time is what you're scared of, right? Then how about this-" You say, suddenly sitting on your knees, body facing his. "Every day you're not trying is a day you could be spending in a more productive way. For example, by getting to know me. Trying out if your idea of a relationship aligns with mine, if your work schedule is too packed, all of that." You offer. "Right now, we could already be talking about more interesting things than the 'what-if'. Or, in your big-man-terms:" You joke, leaning closer to him. "You're wasting time."

"Have you ever considered a career in communication-training?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "You're awfully great at this." He praises, making you giggle.

"Nah, I like my normal nine-to-five." You say. "Even if it barely pays enough."

"Well I heard someone's taking care of rent at the moment." he offers, reaching out to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Well, only for a month, so that's a bummer." You shrug, leaning into his hand now holding your cheek.

"..I'm not used to being in a relationship." He sighs.

"We can start just being friends." You respond.

"I think we're a little past the general boundaries of friendship." He chuckles.

"Then friends who occasionally have sex." You roll your eyes.

"That's not very romantic." He argues.

"You can fuck me with music in the background?" You joke, and he shakes his head, laughing.

You're truly far more than he thought you are, and he's not sure if he's worth your time. But he wants to be. Looking at you, right now, he wants to be worth it. He wants to put the effort into it, even if it doesn't work out in the end. He wants to try- so that even if you don't fit, you at least had some good memories together that were worth the time spent.

He wants to try.

Even if it's a mistake.

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 17

Source for pic

The Great Pretender 17

Word Count: 5955

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU; Mention of ex mentally abusive relationship;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: One more chapter to go... gosh, I'm already feeling nostalgic... please enjoy this one (though it's angst most of the way through...) PS: Thank you @hopelesslover06 for suggesting this song! It fits perfectly!

|Masterlist| | |Chapter 16| | |Epilogue|

You feel like crying. The tightness in your throat is suffocating, and the lump in it refuses to go down. Your eyes burn and itch, and you can barely stop the trembling of your lips. 

But you'll be damned if you shed another tear near Ichiji. 

How could you be so dumb? So naïve? Such an idiot! You should've known better than to try to be the bigger person. How could you have felt bad for someone who manipulated you so easily? He needed closure? He didn't deserve any! 

Idiot! 

You're almost baffled by your judgement of the situation! You can only think that you let it happen because you were feeling blissed out and happy after the love confession you and Law shared. To be truthful, closure wasn't just meant for him, but mostly for you. You needed to know you were finally rid of Ichiji. How stupid you were. 

And now, as you ride home on the longest drive of your life - with Ichiji by your side - all you can think about is how your naïveté ruined the only good thing to happen to you in years. 

The most beautiful thing, actually. 

Have you lost Law for good? It pains you to simply consider that possibility, but how can you not? Doflamingo made it very clear you're not to speak with Law, or Doffy will ruin the clinic. You cannot imagine him making empty threats, and even so, you'd much rather not risk his wrath. 

Though you can find a loophole… 

If Law is the one to speak with you, then you're not breaking your promise, right? 

Frantically searching through your purse, you try to find your phone, barely acknowledging Ichiji's quizzical looks. You're doing your best to ignore his presence, though he has tried to make small talk since you both entered the limo. 

“Come on, where is it?” You mutter under your breath, taking out all the contents of the purse and placing them on the seat of the car. You and Law left your phones in the room before the wedding because it was a specific request by Baby 5. She wanted all the guests to be focused on the wedding instead of their devices. Doflamingo brought all your belongings to this car. It has to be in your purse. 

“You won't find it, Doll.”

“Shut up.” You automatically reply before biting your lip. Silent treatment and consequent ignoring of one's presence imply that you don’t speak with him. So you shouldn't speak with him. Then again… “What do you mean?” You ask without looking him in the eyes. 

“Donquixote confiscated your phone. No doubt to keep you from speaking with Trafalgar. Though I wouldn't put it past him to snoop on everything you have there.” His tone is amused, and that alone makes you seethe. It takes one manipulator to know another one. 

“He won't be able to unlock it.” You say, shaking the remaining contents of your purse into your lap and coming out one phone short. “Shit!”

“Won't he?” Ichiji's dry chuckle has you grinding your teeth in no time, your pain momentarily forgotten and replaced by pure, unbridled anger. “Wasn't your tablet password-locked, too?”

Fuck. 

“How—...” You don't even finish your sentence. You know how. And, once again, shame on you and your naïveté. You never changed passcodes since you broke up with Ichiji, and he knows them all. “I hate you so much, Ichiji.”

You can barely contain the pained sob that crawls up your throat, threatening to spill over and give voice to the grief filling your chest. 

“It's alright, Doll. I deserve that hate.” Ichiji smirks. 

“What do you have to gain by this? I don't get it. Was it just the satisfaction of seeing me suffer?” There goes your resolution about not crying in front of him. 

Ichiji remains silent for so long that you think he's ignoring you. Your stifled sobs and the soft music from the radio are the only sounds that surround you. 

Until he speaks. “You were mine first.” That has to be the most childish, selfish exclamation ever. Your scoff does nothing to stop his words, though. “And I'm not used to losing.”

“You're despicable.”

Stuffing all of your things back into your purse, you vow not to speak to Ichiji again. Maybe this time you'll learn your lesson. 

-*-

“Come on, Law, are you sure that's what you saw?” Cora pats Law's back with fondness, trying to subtly put the whiskey bottle away from his reach because he's clearly had enough. “From what you told me just now, and I'm assuming you only skimmed the details, her past relationship with Ichiji was toxic, to say the least. Would she really get back with him?”

Law can't help but think that Cora does have a point. Law's witnessed you lose control and spiral because of Ichiji more times than he can count just this weekend. Why would you go back to him? 

The kiss… 

Was there really a kiss? Maybe not, but there was definitely an intimate hug. And then you left. 

With him… 

And that is something he cannot stomach. Not even with the help of whiskey or Cora's words. Something’s not adding up, and he's not sure what it is. 

“I know what I saw.” Ichiji's hand on your lower back, both of you leaving. Without saying goodbye. 

“Have you tried calling her? Listen to what she has to say?”

Law downs another glass of whiskey and steals the bottle back from Cora. “I don't want to listen.” But he does. And he did try to call you. 

Straight to voicemail. 

He won't try again. It's pretty clear now, no matter how much of what happened doesn't add up, you left without a word and don't want to be contacted. You weren't forced to leave, he saw you. You left of your own volition. And, damn it, if that doesn't hurt. Because both of you had just exchanged love confessions. It all felt so real. 

And it's over. Just like that. 

“I'm sure she has a good explanation, Law. Please be rational. Use your brain a bit instead of just your heart.” Cora's words are soft, but Law doesn't care for any of them.

“I can't be rational, Cora, when I feel completely out of control! How can I think straight when all I feel is pain?” Law gulps down whiskey straight from the bottle and gets up from the table. The venue is empty by now, as empty as his heart. Then he gets up on slightly wobbly feet, ignoring Cora’s help and nursing the bottle against his chest. “I'm going to bed. I'm fine!” He adds before Cora has a chance to say anything else. 

But he's not fine. He's far from it, actually. And he's being completely honest. There's no way he can let his rational self take over when his emotional self is spiralling and hurting. He’s regressed back to the state he was in after Monet. 

And he's not quite sure if this time he'll be able to get out at all. 

-*-

It's nearly six in the morning when you arrive home. The sun is already peeking through the clouds, casting its orange glow on the fields you know so well. 

Ichiji dozed off beside you, but thankfully, he stopped trying to make small talk with you around halfway through the ride. When you heard him snoring, you finally let yourself cry. Sleep eluded you all the way home and, despite feeling completely exhausted, you're not sure you'll ever be able to sleep again. 

When the limo stops near your porch and the driver starts to unload your bags, Ichiji stirs awake, but you pay him no mind. Yet, while you're still grabbing your purse and the shoes you took off, he gets out of the limo and goes around to open the door for you, something he never did when you were together. 

“You're home safe, Doll.” He says with a smile, and you simply grunt, getting up and swatting his extended hand away. When you look up the porch, Shanks is already there. A heavy frown on his lips as he stares at Ichiji and your - assuredly - tear-strained, swollen face. “Hello, Mr. Shanks.”

Ichiji waves and tries to place a hand on your lower back to lead you up the stairs. You flinch and squirm, your warning snarl turning into a sob without meaning to. “Stop. Touching. Me. You've done enough.”

“Alright, Vinsmoke, I'm gonna give you five seconds to get your ass back into the limo and disappear from my property before things start to get ugly.” Shanks bellows from the porch before starting to descend the steps, at the same time you're walking towards him. “One…”

“Doll…”

“Two…”

“I'm a phone call away.” Ichiji's carefree smirk still manages to send a wicked shiver down your spine. 

“Three…”

“Get lost, Ichiji.” You drawl out, too tired to come up with a witty retort. 

“Four… I'm not bluffing.”

“Fine.” Ichiji laughs and enters the limo without another look your way, though before closing the door, he still manages to add, “I still won. You might not be mine, but you're definitely not his.”

And before the limo reaches the gate, you're hugging yourself, ragged sobs leaving your lips in broken pants as your father rushes down the last steps to hold you against him in a one-armed embrace. 

“Hey, hey, Bug, what's going on? What happened? Where's Law?” You bite down a desperate wail when your father mentions Law, but your shoulders keep shaking with sobs. He quickly realises something went wrong, but he doesn't pry, at least not yet. “Come inside, honey. There's coffee and some cake Makino made for me. It's your favourite.”

He tries, thinking it might help cheer you up. He's not wrong. A slice of your favourite cake and a mug of coffee might not even begin to heal your wounds or mend your soul, but it might patch you up just enough to pull yourself together for a few hours. So you follow Shanks inside, his arm steadying your wobbly steps. 

You realise you should take a bath. You’re still wearing the bridesmaid dress, and your feet are dirty, you’re sweaty and tired and you’re pretty sure some hot water would feel like a balm to your broken heart. Yet you barely find the strength to sit down at the kitchen table while Shanks prepares a cup of coffee and some cake, let alone to take a shower.

Your father sits down in front of you. He’s silent, but his eyes carry all the unspoken questions he means to ask you, his worry evident in the way he absorbs every hiccup, every sob, every tremble of your hands. It’s clear he wants to comfort you, but he doesn’t quite know how to do it without prying. 

“Want to tell me what happened?” He asks after you finish eating, his voice soft.

You don’t. You really don’t want to talk about it. But you also don’t want to worry your father more than you already have, so perhaps you should give him something. 

A heavy sigh parts your lips before you begin your tale. “Law and I… we… we connected and… things were going great, until they weren’t…” Shaking your head, you give up on telling all the details, all the hurt and manipulations you’ve both suffered. It’s too much, and you just can’t go through it again. 

Shanks gets enough of it to realise your heart is broken, whatever the reason may be, so he nods and reaches for your hand. “It’s okay, Bug. You don’t have to tell it all right now. Want to get some rest? You look… well… you look a bit…”

“I know. I’ll go up to my room, thanks, dad.” You know you look like crap. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to sleep, though. But it’s worth a shot.

-*-

You didn’t try to call him back. You didn’t try to reach out. You just… ghosted him.

When Law left the party, tipsy and broken-hearted, after being led to his room by a worried Cora - despite Law’s insistence that he could do it on his own - he didn’t realise that all your stuff was gone. He just realised how cold and lonely the room felt without your presence. How big the bed seemed, and how empty he was. 

When he woke up this morning, though… it was like another knife was shoved into his already bleeding chest. You had not only left him without a word, you had planned it, since there was no way you could have packed that fast. 

Were you playing him all night? All weekend? Why?

Law can’t grasp what your motivations are for this move. Why did you go back to a toxic relationship? To someone who hurt you so much and so permanently that they still triggered panic attacks.

It doesn’t make any sense. 

But no matter how hard he tries to find reasons for your sudden disappearance, his hurt always takes over any rational thought. It’s the feeling of being betrayed, abandoned, and left behind that prevents him from coming to any rational conclusion.

Why?

He doesn’t know… he just knows he’s broken once again. He placed his trust, he laid down his love, and was, once more, deceived. 

-*-

Days pass slowly. You barely sleep, barely eat, there’s not much that can motivate you. All you can think about is Law. How hurt and broken he must be feeling. You didn’t even have a chance to explain, so, obviously, he’s thinking the worst.

Your phone arrived in the mail one day after you did. Law’s contact was blocked, and there was a letter accompanying the device reminding you of the consequences of pursuing any contact with him. 

Like you needed the reminder.

Doflamingo’s words still ring clearly in your head. There’s no way you’ll provoke his wrath, not when Law’s work is in jeopardy. You can’t risk it. 

You try to distract yourself with work around the farm, and when your father sends you back into the house, claiming he doesn’t need any help, you start to rearrange the kitchen cabinets, organising everything, getting rid of old stuff, filling your mind with small, menial tasks to keep yourself busy instead of losing yourself in sorrow and pain. 

It barely works.

It takes about a week before you crack a smile at something Shanks says. Well… it’s barely a smile, but it’s something other than the constant sad look you’ve now grown used to. 

You share a bit more of what transpired with your father because you know he’s worried, but you leave out all the parts with Doflamingo and Ichiji. Leaving what really happened unsaid, minimising so much of your pain that, when you retell it like that, it almost seems like you’re overreacting. 

Shanks doesn’t question anything, though. He just supports you. 

-*-

Cora calls Law almost daily, checking in on him, making sure he’s eating and asking how he’s feeling. His uncle tries to lighten up the matter, but Law knows he’s terrified. He’s afraid Law will return to the broken shell of a man he was when Monet betrayed his trust. That’s why he keeps reaching out.

Law knows he won’t do that to Cora again. He’ll never shut him out because he knows how much that hurt him. But Law doubts he’ll ever be able to trust anyone again. 

He’s returned to the clinic, and if at first his friends greet him with bright smiles and teasing questions, as soon as they sense the mood he’s in and how closed off he appears, all questions cease. They realise something went wrong, and they know better than to pry.

Law buries himself in work. He takes double shifts at the hospital, prolongs clinic hours. When he’s not seeing patients, he’s studying patient files or writing up essays, anything to keep his mind distracted and useful. 

Anything else is too painful. 

It all reminds him of you.

-*-

You’re not sure if you’ll ever feel whole again. Or happy, for that matter. Everything seems bleak, devoid of colour, empty… You try to make an effort to smile more often, if only for your father’s benefit, but it all feels fake…

Though you’ve managed to limit your crying fits to bedtime only. 

That is, until you receive a package in the mail. It’s a thin envelope addressed to you, and for a brief moment, you fear that it might come from Doflamingo. Another bunch of threats or something else to remind you to stay away from Law. 

It’s not.

It’s the photos from your and Law’s photoshoot.

And it’s like a knife through your heart.

A sob shakes your shoulders as it claws through your throat, and you slump down on the kitchen floor. Tears spill and fall freely across your cheeks, and the pain is overwhelming. 

As you flip through the pictures, over and over, you can’t keep grief at bay: You and Law smiling at each other; you rolling Law’s sleeves as he gazes at you with nothing short of adoration; you tousling his hair while he graces you with a smirk; your soft kiss, full of passion; your look of devotion as the both of you realise that what you share is not part of a fake relationship…

There’s so much love there. 

It hurts so much.

The pictures scatter on the floor as you use both hands to clamp your mouth. Shanks is just outside, you don’t want to alert him to your crying, but you can’t help the sobs from shaking your chest and shoulders. 

It’s too painful. 

With trembling hands, you reach for your phone, finger hovering over Law’s name. You want to see him, you want to speak to him… you need him. 

An eternity passes before your heart settles, and you set your phone down. You can’t call him. 

You can’t…

Picking up the photos, you return to your room to store them somewhere far away from you. At least Shanks didn’t see you break down.

One less worry.

-*-

Shanks waits for you to leave to go to the store to pick up some of his favourite cookies he completely forgot to buy when he was there this morning. 

Then he goes to your room. He doesn’t want to pry, actually, he really shouldn’t pry, but he can’t stand to see you so broken, so unlike yourself. 

He doesn’t know the full story since you didn’t share everything, but he knows Law means far more to you than you let on. It wasn’t just a small fling that went wrong, as you tried to paint it, it was far deeper. He knows it.

And he needs to see what was inside that envelope that made you break down on the kitchen floor. He wants to help, that’s all. 

It takes him little time to find it, though. Ever since you took all of your childhood things out of your room, it’s been quite empty, save for your clothes, some books, and a few items you just didn’t want to part with. 

Shanks can’t help the small smile form on his lips as he looks at the pictures of you and Law. You both look so happy, so in love. He can see it in every single one of the photos, from the way you look at each other to the way you touch one another. After a few photos he almost feels like he’s intruding on something personal and private, so he sets the photos back into the envelope and stores it where it was.

He knows what to do to help you now.

Whatever happened between the two of you, it can’t have been destroyed in a weekend. Not when it seems so strong.

He’s done sitting on the sidelines of your life, so he’s going to act.

-*-

When Baby 5 sends him the photos from the photoshoot, Law has half a mind to just throw them in the trash without opening the envelope. He can’t justify why he doesn’t do just that.

Is he a masochist?

He must be.

There’s no other explanation for why he’s opening the envelope, heart already pounding madly against his chest, even before he scans its contents.

When he does, though…

He can’t say he’s more broken-hearted  than before, really, because he can’t be more broken than that. But these pictures cut him in ways he can’t even begin to grasp, let alone comprehend. How can what you two had have been forsaken in a few moments?

How can a love so deep and so strong be torn asunder like that?

Nothing adds up, nothing makes sense, and Law doesn’t know what to do anymore. Should he still dare to hope and seek you out himself? Or should he just accept defeat and let you go?

-*-

“Dad, I’m home. I had to go to two different stores just to get you your cookies, so you better–... Shanks!” The sight of your father sprawled out at the bottom of the stairs makes your stomach climb all the way up to your throat. “Dad, dad! What happened?”

Shanks groans and grunts. He’s lying down, his back bent in a weird position and his face twisted with a pained grimace. “I tripped, Bug.”

“Down the stairs? Why can't you be more careful?” You fuss over him, not really knowing if you should move him or not, panic already making you sweat. 

“My phone is in the living room. I couldn’t call you or anyone for help. But I’m not that hurt. It’s just my back…”

“What do you mean just your back? The back you just had surgery on? The same one?” Your voice rises with each sarcastic question, already fumbling through your purse, searching for your phone. 

“Take me to the clinic, Bug, please.”

Oh, no, no. You can’t. The trembling in your hands makes your phone fall, and you take a deep shaky breath before picking it up and searching for the fire station number. “No. We’re going to the hospital. I’m calling Luffy.”

Shanks’ hand grips your wrist tightly as he whispers your name. “Take me to the clinic. If you take me to the hospital, I’ll be in the ER forever, and they’ll just call Law because he’s the one who operated on me. Cut me some slack and just take me to the one who can help me.”

Shanks is already sitting up with a pained grunt, and you start to panic. You can’t see Law, you just can’t. Even though it’s the one thing you want to do, you can’t.

“I… I…” Though you can stay in the car. You just need to drive your dad there, that’s it. That’s all you have to do, there’s no need to go inside. “Okay, let’s go.” 

-*-

“Here we are, I’ll leave you with Penguin and Shachi and wait here in the car, okay?”

“No!” Shanks exclaims, one hand already clutching your wrist while the other presses into his lower back. “It hurts, Bug, I need you, please!” If you hadn’t witnessed his sprawled-out form at the bottom of the steps, you would say he’s faking it.

You have half a mind to refuse and just call one of the men over to help, but your heart constricts in your chest, and all the sleepless nights you spent by his side when he was operated on rush into your mind like a drama movie. He needs you, and you need to know he’ll be fine.

“Fine! Let’s go.” Ushering your father through the entrance of the clinic, you still have every intention of leaving him with the nurses, like you did the first time you brought him here, and leaving to wait for him in the car, begging Kaya to update you with news. He’ll be none the wiser, and you won’t have to face Law. 

But just by being in the clinic, your heart seems ready to burst out of your chest with all the force it’s beating with. How would Law react if he saw you? 

Hurt, definitely. Betrayed, for sure. Angry? Most likely.

While you would shatter immediately. You miss him so, so much.

“Kaya, can you help us, please?” Your words are barely a whisper. You’re not sure if Law can hear what happens outside of his office door, but you don’t want to chance it. Kaya looks at you in awe and, then, with one look at your father, her expression changes to a half-hidden smirk.

What?

You look at Shanks, but he’s still grimacing in pain, though you can almost wager he made some sort of signal to Kaya for her to react like that.

“Bring Mr. S. this way.” She leads you towards a familiar door, and you pause.

“Oh, no, no. Where’s Penguin? Or Shachi? Dad, you can go in… I’ll…”

“Nonsense! Let’s go!” Kaya practically shoves you until you’re in front of Law’s office door. Your stomach turns and twists, and you can’t stop the ragged gasps from leaving you.

You can’t do this. You can’t see Law. Doflamingo… the clinic… no, no, no…

“There’s an urgent patient, Dr. Trafalgar!” Kaya announces as she opens the door without knocking and shoves you inside.

Your breath catches in your throat when you and Law lock gazes. He’s slumped on his desk, elbows on the table while his fingers thread through his dark locks, a defeated look in his eyes, and you can’t help but feel all the pain of the past weeks crashing down in waves again. 

He’s up in an instant, a surprised look in his eyes and a flicker of hope in them. He quickly masks it by holding his cold demeanour back in place, though. Everything happens in seconds, but it’s been so long since you’ve seen him that it seems like an eternity. 

God, it hurts so much.

“Would you look at that, my back is healed! I feel fine! But maybe you two should talk.” Shanks exclaims before closing the door and leaving you inside, heart thumping and tears threatening to fall. 

All you want to do is run to him, swing your arms around his neck and kiss him. Tell him how sorry you are and how it was all a mistake and how much you love him. 

But you can’t.

Because everything he’s worked for is on the line and Doflamingo can destroy it all in mere seconds.

“I… I… I should go…” You whisper but don’t make a single move. You don’t want to go. You thought you were strong enough to endure separation because it was for Law’s sake. You could handle a broken heart, you’ve done it before, even if it didn’t hurt nearly as much as now. But the truth is that you’re weak, and now Law is right in front of you. The damage is already done, so you better use it to at least apologise.

Right?

“Maybe you should. That’s one thing you seem to be good at… leaving me.” Law’s voice sounds broken, unused, and very raw. His words hurt more than any separation ever could, but they ring true. He’s right, you left him.

Biting down your lip to hold in a sob, you wrap your arms around yourself as a shield and downcast your gaze. 

“I’m sorry…” That’s all you can say. You can’t tell him what Doflamingo threatened, you can’t share any of that. But you want to make amends. At least that. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Law starts to pace his office, his hand raking through his hair in desperate motions, all of his control seemingly slipping away with ease now that he’s seen you. 

“And yet you did. Why? I just–... God! Why?” You remain silent. You can’t tell him the truth, but you refuse to lie. “Why go back to a toxic relationship? I thought–... damnit, I thought you were healing! Why?”

You can hold back the words but you fail to hold back the tears. Your nails are already shaping indents against your arms with the strength you're gripping them and your lower lip must be near breaking open with the force of which you are biting it. 

“I need to know what happened, I thought we–... I thought you loved me!” The way his voice breaks has you instantly sobbing. Why does it hurt so much? “Please… tell me… please.”

‘I don’t beg, sweetheart. Ever.’ 

He said that to you in your most intimate moment and yet… Now he’s begging you for the truth. But you can’t!

“Do you still love him?” Your head raises in shock and you see Law slumping his shoulders, his eyes downcasting like he’s expecting you to answer ‘yes’, and you can’t stay silent anymore.

“I don’t! I don’t love him, Law, I love–...” You stop the words just as you were about to spill them, but Law seems so focused on finding out what happened that he doesn’t even acknowledge what you were about to say.

“Did you kiss him?”

“No!” Law raises his eyes to you, a hint of disbelief darkening the amber in them and you falter. He doesn’t trust your words, you’ve hurt him too deeply. “I didn’t! And I shouldn’t have hugged him either, that was a terrible mistake!”

“Then why did you?”

“I thought–...” This you can share, at least this might help mitigate some of his pain. “He wanted closure, that’s what he said, so he could leave and move on and, frankly, so did I!” You sigh, and another sob accompanies it. “I was feeling the happiest I’ve ever felt because of you… and when he proposed closure, I thought… that’s exactly what I needed too!”

You have been wracking your brain as to why you so readily accepted his hug and came to this conclusion, even though it was an unconscious one, you know that’s what your heart meant. 

“I needed to leave my hurtful past behind so I could start a future with you. I just never thought… If I could go back… I would’ve never let them–...” Another sob interrupts your speech, and you use it to shut up because if you don’t, you might speak too much, you might’ve already have… 

Law is silent, and you steal a glance his way. He’s still pacing back and forth, a deep crease between his eyebrows to accompany his pursed lips, like he’s in deep thought. Maybe he didn’t acknowledge your slip-up again. 

“You don’t love him, you didn’t kiss him…” He pauses right in front of you and you have to hold your breath because his scent is intoxicating. It brings back memories of kisses and touches, of sweet nothings and whispered forevers. It’s much more than you can bear at the moment. “So… why? Why did you leave with him? There has to be an explanation…”

He takes another step forward but quickly falls back, clenching his fists against his legs as if to stop himself from the impulse to touch you. 

“I knew that what I saw must’ve had an explanation, so as soon as I cooled off, I came back. I was going to speak with you, hear what you had to say because, surely, I had jumped to conclusions. But then…” Law retreats another step, passing his hand through his face and groaning. “You were leaving with Vinsmoke! With him! Not at the same time as him by coincidence or chance, but with him.” Another fresh wave of tears hits you, and the slight tremble in Law’s voice shows you just how hard he’s struggling to keep it together. “Why? I can’t understand why…”

And you can’t tell him. 

So, this is where you’re going to leave things. He wants to understand, and you can’t explain. You both love each other so much and you can’t be together. It’s heart-wrenching, devastating, and you just feel like screaming. 

“Why?” He insists and you keep sobbing. Your name leaves his lips in another whispered plea. “Why?”

“I can’t…” You say, the pain of your words cutting deep into both your hearts. 

Suddenly, he’s right in front of you, his presence overwhelming, as always, and the urge to hold him is so strong that it almost makes you dizzy. You take two steps back to try and escape him before you fold, and stop when your back hits the door. 

“You can’t, what?” He insists, still coming closer, his voice more eager, like he’s realising there’s something you’re not telling him and that it must be the puzzle piece he’s been missing to grasp what happened. 

You just shake your head, closing your eyes and biting back another sob. With another step, he’s right in front of you. It takes another heartbeat to feel his hand cupping your cheek, feeling your tears, maybe realising you’re hurting too much for someone who, supposedly, left him. 

God, you’re not strong enough. 

“Tell me what really happened. I refuse to believe you just left me like that.” Law presses his forehead against yours, and you let out a strangled whimper. You need his touch, his love, his lips… you need him. Suddenly, Law’s breath hitches, like he finally grasped something. “Them…? You said ‘them’! Do you mean… is Doffy involved? Is he threatening you?”

You know Law is a genius, but you weren’t expecting him to get it so fast. Still, you shake your head. You can’t risk Doflamingo shutting down Law’s clinic. You just can’t. You don’t know if Law would choose you over his job, and you don’t want to force him to have to make that choice. 

“You can’t say, right? Fine.” He pulls back his face, but not his body or his hand. “Look at me.” You obey because he’s using the voice and, frankly, you just don’t have any strength left to fight anymore. “I’m going to ask you one question, and if the answer is ‘no’, you can leave and we don’t have to speak anymore. Okay?”

You nod softly, his closeness leaving you breathless. 

“Do you love me?” Law’s thumb brushes your lower lip, his face too close to yours, and you try, you really try hard to hold back your emotions, but you can't. Whatever feeble defences you had left come down crumbling and crashing alongside a fresh bout of tears as you nod vigorously. 

“I do. I love you, Law, I love you so much.” Your voice falters with the weight of everything because if there was a chance of just leaving Law behind and having him and his business be safe, it was now, and you just squandered it. “So, so much.”

Your eyes meet his, and he stops breathing for a moment. The cold gaze he’s been wearing and shielding his emotions with dissolves as his gaze softens. Relief, longing, and a resemblance of understanding flood his features as he cups your face with both hands.

“God, love, I’ve missed you so much.”

You barely have time to process anything before his lips crash into yours in a kiss full of longing and despair. You immediately melt into his touch, your fingers grasping his shirt, pulling him closer to you, afraid you’ll lose him again. 

You know Doffy is going to make his threat come true; you know you’ve just jeopardised Law’s lifework; you know you should’ve just left when you had the chance; you know this is all wrong.

But how can wrong feel so right?

This is where you belong, this is where you want to be.

Forever. 

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|Epilogue|

[freemansgirl]

showdown.

pairing: amber freeman x fem reader

genre: smut

summary: reader tries to make amber jealous after an argument as a way to get back at her but amber has her own ways to get back at reader

words: 3.2k

warnings: unhealthy on and off toxic relationship mentioned, dom!amber, g!p! amber (amber has a dick, so if you dont like it, dont read), daddy kink, degrading kink, bratty reader, blowjob, facefucking, dacryphilia, deep throating

hot on your heels, amber freeman searched everywhere for you at this party.

she was growing angrier and angrier because she couldn't find you anywhere she went. she started asking her friends have they seen any sign of you. tara? “no, haven’t seen her.” wes? “i last saw her on the dance floor, dancing on someone.”

at the sound of that, oh she immediately gritted her teeth and that’s when anger was seeping into her face. "She—what, now?" amber replied, holding two drinks in her hands—one for her and one for you—as her eyes pierced deeply into wes’s. the platinum blonde haired boy took notice of how amber’s pale hands begin to clench around the cups. she was began to turn on her heels to go to where the dance floor was, which was in the center of the living room until wes grabbed her wrist. knowing how scary amber can get when she’s mad, he immediately tried to calm her down, “amber, wait! i don’t know if she’s-“

however, his persuasion and grip on the raven haired girl’s wrist was not enough to stop her to go into the crowd. as soon as he grabbed her wrist, she yanked it away from him and said, "save it, wes." with a hand up to his face and started to walk away from the conversation. wes stood there, with his mouth shut from the sentence he originally was forming. he was going to warn your girlfriend that you may not still be there, he’s just going off the LAST time he saw you. regardless, he wasn’t wrong though, because you were currently out dancing on the floor with some girl.

you were currently tipsy off your ass and just wanted to have some fun to forget all of the drama and arguing that started between you and your girlfriend. the argument started as the two of you were getting ready for this party at her house, then it dragged on even more into the car. the argument was centered around the fact that you were spending too much time with your friends and not her, which caused lots of tension between you two. you guys were like that toxic but clingy on and off couple that everyone knew at school that would argue over the dumbest things but get right back together soon. even you and amber’s main friend group were so sick of you two. at this point, you honestly had enough of her jealous yet possessive antics, and could care less if the two of you broke up for good this time…. or so you thought.

that was a lie and you knew that. amber was unnecessarily overbearing and possessive, but there was just something about her that made you love her too much to even consider leaving her. she was irresistible and you found yourself always running back to her, which was the issue. right now, because things are tense, you wanted to let loose and take your mind to other places…. and other people too. this is how all of this started. when you two arrived at the party, a friend talked to her and caught her off surprise, so you had left to pursue other interests. you wanted a distraction and this was the way of getting it. the only thing that will make amber even more enraged than she already is, after seeing how she treated you throughout the trip to this party, you wanted to get even with her by making her jealous, which also made you feel attracted to her since you enjoyed it when she was jealous of you.

you had already kissed what felt like, 7 girls, for shits and giggles. now, you were on your 8th girl as you began to grind your hips against hers, getting lost in the beat of the music and enjoying yourself. you can feel the girl roaming her hands all over your body as you began to bite your lip to not let out any type of noises. in the direction across from you, there was amber steadily searching for you and she did not look very happy as you can tell from her body language. she was shoving and telling people “excuse me”’s just so she can find you.

a part of you was scared but also turned on by how she angry she is, everything is coming into play now. you can’t wait to see how she is going to react to this. you begin to smirk while turning around pulling the girl’s hand to go else where. you could feel her complaining about how you ruined the mood followed behind a “why’d you stop dancing?” sentence which causes you to roll your eyes as she was slowly tuning out in your ears. you began to search for a spot, your (eye color) eyes scanning until you found a spot where there are lots of people at for you to blend in at. the two of you head over to the kitchen, you have your hands all over each other.

back to amber, as soon as she was able to reach the center of the big crowd in the living room area, she saw absolutely nothing. she was too late is what she had realized. wes had tried to warn her but she didn’t listen… this is what she gets. she begins to push through the crowd all over again after she worked so hard to get this spot of the party in the first place. next option to ask would be chad and liv, but she scratched that off of her bucket list when she was face to face with the couple. she rolled her eyes in disgust, not even wanting to bother with them as they were getting it on the couch. she now began to search for mindy, who was also kissing a girl on the couch. no need to bother with that either. it’s time like this where amber wished that her friends could be a little useful. nether less, this wasn’t going to stop her, she was going to find you, with or without help.

as amber is searching once again, you are currently having a heated makeout session with the girl from the dance flor. you start to kiss her first, your eyes opening to side eye if you see amber coming. nothing yet. you felt an immediate grip on your thighs, as you let out a soft gasp and now you feel your mouth being explore with a lot of tongue. the makeout session starts to feel like forever, you feel yourself being enjoyed by all of this until you hear a lot of commotion from people complaining and muttering underneath their breaths, basically commotion coming from the left of you. you start to ignore it once you feel a harsh tug at your arm, the force pulling you back a bit.

before, you can even exclaim and yell at the person to see who did this while you were in the middle of something, it was …amber. oh, great, here comes the showdown. boy, did she looked PISSED, she knew she was going to have some words with you in a second. she started off shouting, gesturing with one finger before continuing, "I get distracted for one SECOND, and you're off kissing another girl?!” she exclaimed, her eyes filled with a great deal of rage as she regarded you. she began to grab your hand and look to the girl that you were making out with, the girl looked frustrated but backed off because she realized the situation she was in. amber could care less if the girl knew her place, she was upset at the fact the girl was kissing on YOU, her girlfriend. “oh, and if you haven’t noticed, i’m her girlfriend.” she started to toss both of her drinks on the girl you were making out with while she spoke in a matter-of-fact manner.

the crowd circling the whole situation began to let out dramatic “ooos” and gasps, clearly instigating what just happened. the girl was drenched in juice, too stunned to speak so she could not even form a sentence to say while amber grabbed your hand and walked away with you next to her. you started to try to tell her to slow down as you can barely keep up with her in this party, especially with how crowded it was. when amber is angry, she acts so stubborn and doesn’t bother listening to you. she knew she shouldn’t have let you wear that skimpy dress out to the party, if she knew you were going to behave like this.

“that was so unnecessary! you’re causing a scene!” you protest to her, playing dumb about what just happened, but deep down you didn’t care that the girl got drinks thrown on her. you and amber were a pretty big deal at school, the whole school practically knew you two were together so the girl clearly knew what she was doing. at the sound of your protests, amber was still ignoring you and not caring. you were about to open your mouth again, but she pulled you into a bathroom. your girlfriend abruptly slammed the door extremely loud, causing you to put your hands near your ears at the loud noise.

“don’t slam the door so loud!” you whined at her, your eyes getting big and sad like a puppy dog, the disdain for the slam showing in your face. your girlfriend was in one of her moods, not trying to deal with any small talk, especially that she took notice that you were drunk, but not THAT drunk as you can still function and respond to her. she pinned you against the door causing you to be taken back by this. you gasped as a blush spread against your cheeks, at how close she was to you. she leaned in your face, there was a lot of rage showing inside of her eyes, literally staring into you.

“so care to explain what that was back there, (your name)?” she said, getting right to chase, zero time for bullshit. god, it was so hard to focus on her when she was mad. it was so scary that it was hot sometimes. “what is there to explain, amber? you saw it with your own two eyes, now i appreciate it if you’d let me go now. i don’t want to talk to you.”

another lie was told out of your mouth because you did want to see her, but you’re playing hard to get. you tried to fight out of her grasp at how hard her grip was on you but you realize you’re actually in deep shit. when you were making out with all of these girls and dancing on them, you may have felt you were in big trouble, but amber is pinning you to the wall and her face is right next to yours. there is literally no way you can get out of this one, yeah, there’s no escaping this one. “so you can go talk to other girls, but not me, your actual girlfriend?” amber fumed, her voice raising a bit louder than usual, she was getting angrier.

“yeah, i can, because you know why?” you speak mid sentence, with a mischievous glint inside of your (eye color) eyes while you smirk as your girlfriend raises your eyebrow to see what you’re getting at, “those girls actually show me what a good time is unlike you, who always wants to be in control and limit who i can and can’t talk to…” you replied back to her, your slurring voice was now sounded confident and coherent for amber to understand. your voice had a really sassy tone to it, the smirk on your lips increasing more.

the love of your life began to catch on… oh. so, that’s the game you were playing. you were trying to make her jealous and it was working. she wasn’t even in the mood for your playfulness behavior, it was actually ticking her off more. that attitude, that damn carefree attitude, made her want to fuck it out of you to show you who’s really running the relationship. “oh, really now? i’ll show you what a good time is.” amber was amused now, ready to play along with this whole game you started.

“baby, it’s about time, you finally gave in and cut the anger bullshit out. with those eyes and the way you have me pinned to this wall, you’ve been dying to fuck me, cmon.” you teased, letting out a playful snicker at the sight of her face. “and oh my god, are you seriously hard, right now? you fell right into my plan.”

it was true, your girlfriend’s bulge was sticking up in her pants and it caught your eye quickly. why should she bother with all of the tension, when she can just make up to you with how she was acting in the car? this is all just a lover’s quarrel after all. after you kept making fun of your girlfriend and acting like it was a joke (which it was), her patience with you ran thin.

since you wanted to treat things like a joke, things won’t be so funny once you’re on all fours for her dick, begging to be let up. amber realized she had to teach you a lesson, a lesson that would punish you so bad that’d you never want to cross her again. she pushed your head down to her pants roughly. you quickly started working on her as you pushed her zipper down and there were her black boxers. it was sitting right in front of you, begging to be pulled down. “since you want to act like a fucking whore tonight, you’ll be treated like one.” she declared, grabbing your neck closer to her boxers, “now pull my boxers off.”

god, she looks so good when she’s half dressed. she let go of your neck so you can quickly get to work. you pulled down the boxers all the way to her ankles and her cock sprung out. you could feel your cheeks have blush all over them, as her hard cock literally right in front of your face. you started to give little small, kitten licks all over the dick, going slow and easy on her which you can hear a huff from her mouth. your girlfriend wasn’t happy with that. “faster, (your name). let’s get to it.” she demanded, her hand grabbing your head as she slammed it on her dick, cause you to whimper in a muffled tone. she started to push your head onto you, making your head bob up and down all over her dick.

you can feel your eyes getting watery, struggling to breathe from how you feel so suffocated around her dick. in order to grab onto something for support, you grabbed your hands onto your girlfriend’s pale thighs. “you can grab onto my thighs all you want, (your name) but that isn’t going to help you.”she taunted you, as she could see your nails were digging so deep into her thighs, that it could leave some scratch marks on there. yes, it was hurting amber but it didn’t even bother her because there were better things happening right now. your eyes were look up to your girlfriend’s pleading, your big eyes watering as you can feel your tears about to come out.

at the sight of this, she was definitely smirking and probably wasn’t going to shut up about this for the rest of the night. “look at you, looking so pretty and ruined all over daddy’s dick.” she breathed out in a rushed tone of voice, taking in so much pleasure while continuing to observe you. you wanting to talk such a big game to her was like playing with fire. she knew how to get you on your knees (quite literally) and get you right where she wants you. amber was letting out really quiet, low groans as she was running her hands all over your hair. she enjoyed seeing you like this, getting all hot and bothered to seeing you crying because of her length was such an exciting feeling for her. it truly made her feel on top of the world, knowing that she had a lot of control over you.

she can feel herself getting so close as she was letting out a breathily sigh. “fuck, you look so good taking all of me like the slut that you are.” she smirked more as she continued face fucking you onto her dick, holding back a laugh at how pathetic you looked. you were talking all of that shit just for you to be struggling trying to take it especially with how much pressure she held onto your head. instead of looking hot while giving her an attitude, why not look even hotter while sucking her off? she was groaning a lot and could feel her eyes rolling back at all of the tension and your tongue circling all over her. you could tell that she was about to be close with all of these noises she kept making. you started to get off of her, while taking your hands off of her thighs to look up at her.

god, you were such a mess, clear tears were streaming down your face, ruining the pretty mascara you wore for the party. you were particularly out of breath from all of the intense sucking you just did. if you thought the big globs of mascara staining your face was enough, just look at your hair being out of place, and lastly your lip gloss being smudged due to giving her a blowjob. to clean your mess up, you licked up the lip gloss you left all over her, the lip gloss tasting like candy made it even better. once you get it all, you immediately pulled back with lots of drool connecting from her dick to your lips. “clean your drool up, so you don’t look like such a slut than you already are.” the pale-skinned girl spoke as you immediately wiped it up with your hand.

now you can see your girlfriend jerking off as she began to slowly decorate your face with the cum that was coming out. once it was all gone, she began to pull her boxers up from her ankles and back to her private area then her pants following suit. you could feel yourself gasping all of this, the cum over your face. out of embarrassment and how flustered you felt, you immediately got up to turn on the sink in the bathroom.

while you’re in the mirror wiping off the mess all over your face, you can see your girlfriend in the view of the mirror as she walked behind you. “you look better like this, and not when you’re being such a brat.” she teased, lifting up the hem of your dress and giving your bare ass a nice smack for the work you did earlier. you can feel yourself blushing furiously at the smack, not saying a word back. after this whole fiasco, you definitely knew not to go around trying to make her jealous again after the humiliation you felt seeing your cum stained face in the mirror before wiping it off with soap and water.

“c’mon, let’s go and leave this shit party, this is the most fun i had tonight here.”

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     “One more princess,” Felix groaned in her ear as he turned her onto her back from her stomach.

     Felix meant what he said about using her to get off once he was done working. Y/n moaned as he pushed her legs over his shoulders and slipped back inside her. 

     She lost track of how many rounds they had gone after the second round. Lost in the moment. Felix had all but stopped working the moment she came on his dick. Immediately taking her over to the bed and fucking her. 

     Felix leaned forward, planting his hands next to her body and effectively bending her in half. 

     “Lix!” Y/n moaned

     The blond smiled as he started his pace again. Pounding into her as she grabbed onto his sheets. Trying to ground here from the sensitivity. 

     “Gonna cum,” Y/n whined

     “Yeah? Sensitive little thing gonna cum already?” Felix grunted

     Y/n nodded, head throwing back into the pillow. Felix smiled as he kept going, watching her face and body contort with pleasure. His sensitivity playing a part. Dick twitched inside her as cum covered walls pulsed around him. 

     “Fuck. Cum on me baby. Let me feel you soak my dick again,” Felix rambled, getting off his hands and pushing her thighs down towards her chest

     Y/n let out another curse-moan mixture as her orgasm finally hit. Felix whimpered a bit before he pushed in and his cum mixed with the loads he had already pumped into her. Both of them caught their breaths finally as they sat in the afterglow for a moment.

     “Fuck,” Felix groaned and pulled her legs down around his waist. Laying his head on her chest and wrapping his arms around her.

     “What the hell do you have all that stamina for?” Y/n asked

     Felix just laughed as he kissed her collarbone before sitting up again, “It comes in handy,” he said, slowly slipping his softening cock out of her

     “For what?” Y/n asked, “Fucking people for information?”

     “Yeah,” Felix confirmed as he got up and walked to the ensuite bathroom

     “I was joking,” Y/n called

     “Are you jealous now?” Felix called before walking back in 

     “No,” Y/n said as he sat her up and wrapped her arms around him.

     Felix just smiled as he helped her into the bathroom. Helping her clean up and starting a shower for the both of them. Letting her lean on him under the water, legs feeling wobbly.

     “Felix!” Hyunjin’s voice was heard outside the door, over the water

     “Shower!” Felix called

     “Have you seen Y/N?”

     “She’s in here with me.”

     Y/n leaned back against Felix as the bathroom door opened. Y/n could see the outline of Hyunjin through the fogged glass of the shower. “We’re going out tonight,” He said

     “M’kay,” Y/n replied

     “We’re leaving at nine. Get some rest and get ready.” Hyunjin closed the door after and left the two.

     “Looks like you got work tonight,” Felix chuckled behind her and kissed her neck.

     “How fun,” Y/n said.

     Felix cleaned her body and washed her hair for her before cleaning himself and getting them out of the shower. Dressing her in one of his shirts before taking her back to her apartment to get some rest before she had to go out. 

     The male cuddled with her per her request, taking a pretty good nap himself. Finding himself up before her after a couple of hours. He watched her peaceful figure sleep before getting up and making some dinner. There were still a few hours till she had to go work with Hyunjin. Some food would do her good. 

     He heard her walk out of the room as he finished cooking, grabbing some plates from her cabinets as she walked into the kitchen. “Morning,” Felix greeted her

     “Morning,” Y/n smiled as he handed her a plate of food, “Thanks.”

     “You’ll need it,” Felix told her 

     “Do you know what I’m supposed to be doing tonight?” Y/n asked as she sat at the table in her kitchen, Felix joining her with his plate of food

     “No. I’m sure Hyunjin will fill you in, and tell you what you need to do. Probably just some information gathering,” Felix answered.

     The two ate with a bit of conversation before the elevator dinged through her apartment. One of them coming into the unit

     Felix peeked around the corner, “Speak of the devil.”

     Y/n watched Hyunjin come around the corner to the kitchen with two bags. “What you got there?” Yn asked

     “You’re outfit for tonight. I’ll leave it on your bed,” Hyunjin smiled and walked off. 

     “Have fun,” Felix smiled as he finished up his food, taking care of his plate

     “Hey lix, can you manage communications for us?” Hyunjin asked as he walked back into the room

     “Yeah. You still have yours right?” he asked

     “Yeah. Y/n just needs one.”

     “I’ll bring one over before you guys leave,” Felix told them before leaving the apartment.

     “So, what are we doing tonight?” Y/n asked as she finished up her food.

     “Mainly listening. Felix thinks he got a hit on the guys who hit our shipments and one of them is supposed to be at Oddinary tonight. We’re just listening but if he approaches you— which seems likely— try and get information out of him.” Hyunjin explained 

     Y/n nodded and took care of her plate. “So don’t make a move unless he does?”

     “Yep.”

     “Alright,” Y/n nodded, “I’m gonna go get ready then.”

     “I’ll come back in a bit to get you.”

     Y/n nodded as Hyunjin wrapped an arm around her and quickly pecked her lips before walking out of the unit. Y/n headed into her room, going about her usual routine of getting ready for a night out. Doing her hair and make-up before even looking at what Hyunjin had brought her. 

     The outfit was zipped up in a bag, keeping it pristine for her. Two boxes sitting next to it on her bed. Y/n opened the bag to reveal the black strapless Versace cocktail dress. She took the dress out of the bag and changed out of her “Thoughts?” She heard behind her

     Y/n turned to see Hyunjin standing at her door, “It’s pretty,” Y/n smiled

     “Perfect for you then,” He complimented as he walked up behind her, zipping up the back before wrapping his arms around her, “We’ve got a few minutes till we leave.”

     Hyunjin pushed a small little earpiece into her ear, “Felix is watching club cameras for the guy. Nothing yet but he’ll let us know if he sees him and we’ll do the same.”

     “Alright,” Y/n said as she turned to walk back to her bed. Opening the two boxes. One holding a pair of heels and another holding a bag— both branded Versace as well. 

     Y/n slipped on the shoes grabbed her other bag and switched her things over to the new one. She slung the bag over her shoulder and grabbed a coat from her closet then met Hyunjin at her bedroom door. The male led her over to the elevator and took them down to the parking garage. 

     Y/n followed him to the car and got in after he opened the door for her. Going around to the driver's side. Starting the car as she put her seat belt on. Hyunjin took the car out of park and got them on the road. Driving down to Oddinary, the city flew by them. 

     Hyunjin’s hand landed on her thigh during their drive. Holding the skin just under the hemline of the dress, giving the occasional squeeze at the red lights before he pulled up to the club. Green ‘Oddinary’ sign flashed as a line for entry stretched down the sidewalk. Hyunjin parked the car on the side of the road and shut off the engine. He unbuckled his seat belt and went to her side of the car, holding the door open for her as she got out. 

     Hyunjin shut the door behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist, both walked right in after Hyunjin nodded at the security guard. Some people in the line complained as they just walked in but Hyunjin thought nothing of it. Walking into the nightclub like he owned the place— he partially did— with her on his arm. 

     “I haven’t seen him on camera’s yet,” Felix’s voice came in Y/n’s ear. She almost forgot about the earpiece till Felix spoke. 

     “We’ll set up in V.I.P. Might try and get a table there,” Hyunjin said

     Y/n nodded and followed him over to the section. The bouncer working the section let them in as soon as he saw Hyunjin walking towards them. “Good evening Mr. Hwang,” he nodded

     “Evening,” Hyunjin nodded as they made their way to the second floor. Finding a table right in the middle to see the whole dance floor and bar. 

     Y/n put her coat over the back of the couch with Hyunjin before the two sat down. Hyunjin sighed as he pulled her closer to him. One of the bottle girls came over with a couple of glasses and an ice bucket with an open bottle of champagne. Hyunjin thanked her and reached over and poured two glasses for them, handing one to her before sitting back again. 

     Hyunjin sat back with her as he scanned the floor below. Looking out for any sign that their target was here. It was about an hour and a half before Felix’s voice rang in their ears.

     “He just walked in. He’s got a couple of other men with him.”

     “Might just observe then. I’m not putting Y/n in danger,” Hyunjin said 

     “Well, they’re heading to VIP.”

     “Okay.” 

     Y/n sipped on her drink as she looked around, not knowing who she was looking for. She guessed it was the group of three walking down the aisle to one of the other sections. Y/n put her drink on the table before her before sitting back in Hyunjin’s arm, his arm wrapping around her shoulder tighter. Pulling her closer as the group walked past, turning their heads forward

     “Looks like you caught their attention,” Hyunjin said to her.

     “You don’t sound too happy about that,” Y/n teased 

     “Don’t know what you mean.”

     “Getting possessive over there Hyune?” 

     “Felix,” Hyunjin warned 

     Felix’s laugh could be heard in both their ears.

     “Don’t like sharing your toys, Hyune?” Y/n teased

     “Not to ruin your guys' moment, but they pulled out some baggies.”

     “Go down to the bar and order a couple of drinks. High chance at least one will follow.”

     “Alright.” Y/n grabbed her bag before Hyunjin slipped her his card. Y/n took it and headed down to the main floor. Making her way through the crowd of bodies towards the packed bar. Everyone trying to get one of the bartender's attention. 

     “‘Scuse me,” Someone said behind her before tapping her shoulder 

     Y/n turned to look and saw one of the three from the VIP lounge. “Am I in the way?” Y/n asked

     “Not at all gorgeous,” he smiled, “Saw you up in the lounge, and wanted to introduce myself. I’m Kihyun.”

     “That’s him Hyune. Ring leader.” Felix’s voice rang in her ear

     “What an idiot,” Hyunjin replied

     “I’m (Fake Name),” Y/n smiled

     “Let me buy you a drink,” he offered

     Y/n barely saw Hyunjin walk up behind the guy before two of the bouncers grabbed the guy and pulled him away, his two friends getting dragged behind him. 

     “You alright love?” Hyunjin asked, wrapping his arm around her

     “Yeah,” Y/n nodded. 

     Hyunjin walked over to the bar and immediately got the bartender’s attention, ordering two drinks and handing one to Y/n. 

     “Minho and Changbin are on their way down to interrogate them. We’re free the rest of the night,” Hyunjin told her as he led her back to the lounge.

     “Hm. Easy work,” Y/n shrugged as she sipped her drink.

     “For now. Good job on the fake name,” Hyunjin commented

     “Figured it would be better than giving them my real name.” 

     The two sat down again and Hyunjin all but sat her on his lap after setting his drink on the table. He pulled the earpiece out of her ear and put it in his pocket. His large hand found a home on her thigh again. Gripping the skin before his lips were roaming her neck

     “Our pretty girl,” he mumbled against her neck

     Y/n repositioned herself to straddle him— just like she had the first night she met Chan. Wrapping one of her hands around his tie and pushing her lips onto his. His hands grabbed the flush of her ass and pressed her up against him. Plump lips wrapped around hers while they moved in sync. 

     Y/n rolled her hips against him. Feeling his bulge under her. “Gonna make me want to fuck you right here,” Hyunjin groaned against her lips

     “For everyone to see?” Y/n teased

     “You’re the one grinding that pretty cunt on me, begging for me to fuck you right here.” 

     His hands grabbed her hips, rolling her hips against him. Y/n moaned against his lips and then ran her tongue along his lips. Hyunjin pushed his own into her mouth, the two muscles dancing between their lips. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck and gripped at the roots of his hair. Her wetness seeping through her panties and probably soaking the crotch of his slacks.

     “Hyune,” Y/n pulled away from his lips

     “Needy girl,” Hyunjin moaned against her neck. Sucking and nipping on the skin, “Just need someone’s attention on you all the time, hm?”

     “Need your dick. Please,” Y/n begged

     “Cum like this first.”

     “Jinnie,” Y/n whined

     “No complaining. Cum in those pretty panties for me and I’ll give you what you want.”

     Y/n moved with his guiding pace. Dick getting harder under her the more she ground on him. Trying to go faster but Hyunjin’s hands wouldn’t let her. Keeping her hips at a steady pace, slowly building her orgasm. Y/n hid her face in his neck as she was getting closer, whining in his ear.

     “Give it to me princess. Cum for me.”

     Hyunjin’s deep sultry voice in that moment sent her spiraling over the edge. Her orgasm taking over her body and Hyunjin kept her hips moving till she finally came down.

     “Grab your stuff,” Hyunjin said after a moment.

     Y/n managed to climb off his lap and collect her things before they rushed out of the club to the car. Hyunjin got her in the car before he came around the side and shut the door behind him. “Panties off, legs spread, now.” 

     Y/n followed his instructions as he started the car. Pulling the useless fabric off and dropping it on the floor in front of her, spreading her legs for him as he pulled away from the sidewalk. Hyunjin didn’t waste another second bringing his finger to her folds and running his finger up and down. Teasing her clit a little before one of those pretty, long fingers slipped into her. 

     Y/n moaned as the finger curled up into her, looking for that special spot inside her as he pulled around the back of the building. Too desperate to fuck her to make the drive back to their building. Putting the car back into park then pushing her seat back. Y/n squeaked in surprise as he pushed her backrest back.

    “Stay like that,” Hyunjin told her before he got out and walked around to her side of the car. Opening the door, climbed between her legs, and shut the door again. Hyunjin stripped his belt off, tossed it onto the driver’s seat, and undid his slacks, pushing the fabric down with his boxers. 

     Y/n smiled as his dick sprung free from his confines. Painfully hard and leaking precum. Hyunjin wrapped his and hard his length and pumped himself a few times before lining the tip up at her entrance and pushing into her. Y/n gasped as he stretched her open on his cock. Hyunjin smiled as grabbed his belt from the driver’s seat. He pinned her wrists onto the headrest and strapped them down with his belt.

     His hands traveled down her body before bunching the skirt of the dress up around her waist and wrapping her legs around his waist. “Pretty girl,” Hyunjin smiled, thrusting into her.

     Hyunjin leaned over her body and grabbed the shoulders of her seat. His pace started slowly but picked up quickly. 

     “Fuck,” Y/n moaned as he was picked up to hammer into her. 

     “Like being tied down and fucked in a car? Any chance for someone to walk up and watch you get fucked like a whore,” Hyunjin smiled 

     “Mhm,” Y/n nodded as Hyunjin watched himself disappear inside her. His eyes wandered along her body before he leaned down again and marked up her neck and chest.

     Y/n pulled at the belt around her wrists as he just barely grazed over the spongey spot inside her. Moaning loudly into the atmosphere of the car. His hips shifted a bit more with each thrust till he hit the spot dead on. The moan from her was his indicator he found what he was looking for— and her walls clamped down on him the moment he hit the spot.

     “Hyune,” Y/n chanted as he hit the spot again and again.     

     “Gonna cum all over my cock now?” He teased as he sat back, watching her body twitch with pleasure.

     Yn nodded in response as his hands pulled down the top of her dress. Hyunjins hands wrapped around her breast and groped the mounds. Using them as handles to hold onto as he pounded into her. Eventually, he moved one hand away from her chest and used his thumb to rub her neglected clit. Watching as she buckled her hips up towards him seconds before he sent her over the edge. Her pulsing walls spasmed around him as he continued fucking her through the high. 

     “Good girl,” Hyunjin groaned before letting his orgasm finally hit him. Pushing himself inside her and letting his seed shoot into her. Painting her walls white. Groaning with each little push after to ensure he finished.

     Hyunjin tilted his head back and caught his breath before looking down at her again, taking the belt off her wrists and tossing it to the back seat. “Feel okay princess?” he asked as he took her wrists into her hands and brought them up to his lip, gently kissing her wrists.

     “Feel perfect,” Y/n smiled as she pulled him back down to her.

     Hyunjin smiled and leaned back down to her. Pausing when there was a knock on the window. Hyunjin looked back— not too worried about the person outside seeing them since it was dark out, the lights in the car were off, and the windows were as tinted as the group could get them. He was even less worried when he saw Minho and Changbin outside.

     “Having fun in there?” Changbin asked

     Hyunjin rolled down the window a bit, “How long were you guys standing there like perverts?”

     “Not long. Next time you fuck in a car, blast the music if you don’t want to get caught,” Minho advised

     “Whatever,” Hyunjin scoffed

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When are we getting the next part of Ruin??

right now actually 😁

Ruin (5)*

warnings: corruption, smut, sex toy use, squirting, soft dom h, aftercare

ruin masterlist | main masterlist | harry styles masterlist

a/n: sorry it's been so long, i really just did not have the motivation for this and it was hard to find a place to continue without just jumping into the full blown hanky panky

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A soft yawn leaves Harry’s lips as he sits up in bed, a hand coming up to rub at his eyes that are blurry with sleep. As soon as his vision clears up he's taking in his surroundings, confused for just a moment until he realizes where he is and remembers the events from yesterday. With the remembrance comes concern, as YN is not in bed with him and her ensuite bathroom is empty as far as he can see. So he gets out of the bed and begins his search for her, checking every room in the house before he makes it to the kitchen, and he doesn't find her there, either.

A look of confusion and a furrowed brow takes over his face as he begins to worry he's scared her off, deciding to peek out the living room window in search of her car. Just as he looks out, he slumps in relief as he sees her grabbing some Starbucks bags and cups out of the car before closing it and making her way back to the house. He can't help but notice her attire; a Rolling Stones t-shirt that she's cropped shorter herself, and some cute little athletic shorts that show off her ass. Most importantly, he can see the way her nipples are prominent through the material of the shirt, informing him that she'd gone braless.

His thoughts start to spiral immediately, picturing how she looks without the barrier of clothes between them, the sweet sounds she'd make if he were to play with her nipples. He's so lost in thought that he doesn't realize she's back in the house. Not until he hears the door close from the entryway, and he turns his head to see YN with the cutest look of conviction on her face as she tries to slip out of her tennis shoes with both of her hands full. He hurries over to her as he sees her struggling, grabbing the items from her hands, and she looks up at him with a sweet smile of appreciation before leaning up to press her lips to his.

Harry gladly returns the kiss and heads to the kitchen to sit everything down at her island, hopping onto a stool to wait for her to join him. He waits no more than a couple seconds before she's sliding into the one beside him and grabbing a coffee and one of the small bags with food inside of them. "I didn't know what you liked so I just grabbed some of the little egg bites, they're pretty good in my opinion. I used to have them sometimes until I started getting the spinach feta and egg white wrap," she rambles, and Harry thinks it's just the cutest thing, the way she gets all excited telling him her thought process.

"Well thank you, angel. I'm sure they're delicious, and that was very thoughtful of you," he makes sure to show his appreciation for her efforts and kindness, beginning to dig in as well. “Y’look so pretty, too,” he compliments her, popping one of the eggs into his mouth. The sentiment earns him the softest sweetest smile he’s ever seen, and she thanks him quietly before taking another sip of her coffee and following up with a bite of her wrap. He knows she’s getting shy on him so he doesn’t push it, and they finish up breakfast in comfortable silence, occasionally making small talk about the day they have planned.

Harry watches with a pout on his lips as her shoulders deflate when he says he has work today, and it takes everything in him not to call in for the day, but he knows he shouldn’t. So he does the next best thing; he takes YN into his arms and holds her there until he absolutely has to leave, and he even does that begrudgingly.

“Do you think you could come back over tonight? Spend another night with me?” YN breaks the silence in a peep against his chest, her muffled words making him chuckle. Nuzzling his face into her hair, he takes a deep breath before he responds.

“Yeah, I’ll come over tonight. Want me t'cook something for you?” he questions, laughing at her as she nods enthusiastically before leaning up to press her lips to his. He returns the kiss happily, and their little bubble is popped almost instantly as they realize he has to go.

They kiss goodbye and when he leaves YN heads into her office to begin working for the day, hoping the time goes by quickly until he returns.

~

Harry texts YN that he's on his way around 6 pm, and she practically squeals in excitement as she waits for him. When he arrives, they spend a while in the kitchen as he cooks her some salmon, potatoes, and asparagus, kisses stolen throughout the entire process. They eat while the food is still hot before moving into the living room to watch some TV, YN sat atop Harry's lap as they watch.

They end up watching a random movie for a bit, and said movie has a bit of a steamy scene in it. The characters on the screen before them start to get YN worked up, and neither of them really notice when she starts to squeeze her thighs together before trying to gain some friction by moving her hips onto his thigh. Not until her movements get more frantic and focused, whines of frustration leaving her when she realizes they're not in the best position for her stimulation.

So he decides to mess with her a bit, removing one of the hands that’d been wrapped around her and bringing it between her legs. He simply runs a finger over her thin shorts with the softest touch, feeling the way she’s getting wetter and starting to soak through them. Harry chuckles at her before he's using his other hand to pause the movie and speaking up.

“Do y’want to go upstairs? Gonna let me get you in bed?” he whispers, trying to keep himself composed as she starts to buck her hips up to meet his soft and teasing touch.

“Please,” she whines, turning her head in search for his lips, needing him as close as possible.

“Alright, sweet girl. Let’s get you upstairs. Have some new things for us to try,” he hums, easing them up before grabbing her hand and guiding her toward the bedroom. He helps her get her clothes off before telling her to hop on the bed while he grabs the new toys, but not before taking a moment to practically drool over how good she looks, just for him.

He’s rummaging through the bag for what he needs and she’s just looking over his shoulder curiously before something catches her eye.

“What’s this for?” she asks quietly, reaching into the bag and pulling out a small silver butt plug with a pretty pink stone on the end. She hears Harry chuckle next to her, gently grabbing her jaw to make her look at him.

“We won’t be needing that for a while, Bunny,” he responds, a soft smile on his face as he runs a thumb along her bottom lip. “That’s for when you’re more experienced and want to try new things,” he finishes, words careful and soft as to not hurt her feelings. She still pouts at his response, causing him to chuckle and brush a thumb over her lips to wipe it away.

“Why can’t we use it now? ‘s pretty,” she grumbles, examining the toy curiously.

“Because, I don’t want you t’get hurt. You don’t want that, do you?” he questions carefully, his eyebrows shooting up at the way she hesitates for a moment. The thought crosses his mind for a split second that his sweet girl wants him to hurt her before he’s shaking it off, deeming the idea as ridiculous.

“No,” she finally sighs. “Well what are we using today?”

He’s still a little lost from her moment of hesitation, but he clears his throat before he’s reaching for the bag and taking out the three things he needs for today; a vibrating wand, a small dildo, and some lube. He places the two toys in her hand for her to examine them, giving her room to back out if she’d like. When she doesn’t seem uncomfortable with them, he takes them from her to go clean them in her bathroom.

“Gonna go clean them, I’ll be right back,” he tells her, pressing his lips to hers for a moment, having to pull away with a chuckle when she tries to deepen it, whining into the kiss and squeezing her thighs together. She has the cutest pout on her face when he leaves.

Harry takes his time to thoroughly clean the toys, drying them off before he’s heading back into the room.

When he returns to the bedroom, he doesn’t expect to see YN lying down on the bed with a hand tucked between her thighs, rubbing away at her clit. Her eyes are closed and her free hand is over her mouth, as if she was trying to keep quiet so he didn’t know what she was doing. “Angel,” he chuckles, the name tearing a whine from her throat as she quickly pulls away and snaps her legs shut. “No, no. You can keep going,” he permits, placing the toys on the bed before sitting at the end, right where he can see all of her. It takes a bit of coaxing but she soon gets back into it, chasing her orgasm once more.

“Good girl, just like that,” he praises, watching as her fingers glide around her slick bud faster than before as she chases her peak. “Close already? Y’learning so fast, sweet girl,” he praises, a dimpled grin on his face as he watches her face contort. Her whines and whimpers have now turned into full blown moans as she brings herself closer and closer, but just as she’s about to fall over the edge it begins to fade away. The tight feeling deep inside of her belly starts to loosen, the heat going away.

“No, no, no,” she whimpers, her fingers unceasing on her slick bud as she tries to find the feeling again. Tears are now building on her waterline, her palms flying up to cover her eyes in frustration.

“Oh, poor thing,” Harry tuts, reaching up to thumb away the tears that have begun flowing down her face. “Jus’ leaking all over the place. Do y’really need me that bad?” his voice is teasing as he reaches between her legs and runs a finger through her sodden folds, a moan getting caught in her throat at the action.

“Please,” she’s begging him now, her hips chasing his hand as he pulls away. “No more teasing, please.”

“Why should I help you, sweet girl? You weren’t patient and didn’t wait for me to come back before you started making yourself feel good,” he tuts, acting as if he’s really upset with her.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again! It’s just…,” she trails off, her eyes anywhere but on him.

“Use your words, what is it?” he reminds her, placing a warm hand on her thigh.

“When you were cleaning the things I couldn’t help it anymore. Your arms and your back looked really good and you were super focused I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry,” she explains, and Harry feels even better than he did before, pretending to think about whether or not he’ll forgive her.

He sees the way she’s genuinely sorry for her actions, so he decides to stop messing with her. “Alright, I guess so. Let’s start with this one, hm?” he suggests, grabbing the wand and clicking it on. He plays around with the speeds for a few seconds before deciding on one and helping her get comfortable before using his body to keep her legs open and placing the toy on her clit. She gasps at the feeling, this toy being much more powerful than the bullet they’d used the night before. He keeps the toy there for a while, gauging her reactions.

She’s silent save for some moans and whines as she tries to get used to it, and he lets her get a feel for a few minutes before he’s checking in. “How are y’feeling? Talk to me,” he tells her, pressing down a bit harder with the toy to see if that changes anything. It definitely does, a loud cry falling from her lips followed by a small jerk of her legs.

“It’s so much, but it’s in a good way,” she explains, her voice shaky and high pitched as she tries to speak through the pleasure. “I feel it all the way in my tummy and it’s really wet down there too,” she finishes. Her words are even more breathless as her moans pick up, a telltale sign of her orgasm.

“Yeah? Do y’like your new toy? It’s making you feel really nice?” he coos, beginning to move the toy around the throbbing bud instead of staying stationary. The stimulation of all of the nerves sends her into a frenzy and her moans pick up before she’s trying to close her legs around the wand with a hoarse shout as her orgasm takes over.

“That’s it, darling. Cumming so well for me,” he praises, keeping the buzzing toy on her until she pushes him away from the overstimulation. Aftershocks wrack her body in small waves, her dripping hole just fluttering around nothing. “Was that good?” he teases as he watches her chest heave, a chuckle falling from his lips when she just whines and nods, thighs still pressed together tightly.

"Yes, it was really good," she breathes, trying to catch her breath again as well as the feeling in her lower half. "'m really shaky," she notes, a bit of concern lacing her words.

"I know, angel," he chuckles, beginning to massage the muscles in her legs so that they don't cramp up. "It's normal, don't worry. Are y'ready to call it a night?" he questions, fully ready to get her cleaned up and ready for bed, but she shakes her head. "No?"

"No. Want to try the other one before I sleep," she explains, sitting up on her elbows as a way to let him know she's well and ready to move forward. He's nodding at her confidence before grabbing the toy from its place on the bed as well as the lube he'd picked up.

“Do y’think you can pull your knees up and hold them there? Want it to feel really good for my best girl,” he grins, and she nods eagerly before doing as he asked, her already ruined cunt on full display for him. “Always such a good girl, don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he praises, watching as she turns her head away from him in embarrassment.

“Stop saying things like that,” she whines, but he doesn’t miss the way her cunt clenches around nothing at the praise.

“You have your legs spread for me to see all of this pretty pussy and you blush when I call you a good girl?” he chuckles. “You’re cute. But you’re even cuter when you do that little pout you do when you’re close,” he teases, causing her to playfully kick at him.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing," he promises before he's serious again. "Let me know if anything is too much or we need to stop. I won't be offended or anything, this is for you and only you," he tells her seriously, and she's agreeing with his words immediately.

Pouring some lube onto the toy, he rubs it in a bit before adding some onto her body as well for security, despite her not needing it. Then he's running the tip of it between her swollen folds, a small moan leaving YN's lips when it touches her sensitive clit. He repeats the action a few times to get her even wetter if possible, and then he's easing the toy inside her, keeping an eye out for her reactions.

She just quietly gasps as it breaches her hole, readjusting her grip on her legs as he slowly goes deeper and deeper. "How's that, baby?" he questions, hoping her slack jawed-ness is out of pleasure and not pain. "Talk to me, what are you feeling?"

YN struggles to find the words for a few seconds, but by the time she does the toy is now bottomed out inside of her, causing her to let out a loud guttural moan as she feels it pressed right up against her g-spot. "I'm so full," she explains, trying her best to keep her grip on her thighs when all she wants to do is rock her hips down against the toy that's inside of her. "'m so full but I want more, please move it."

And with that, Harry wastes no more time going slow, pulling it out until just the tip is inside of her before slamming it back in, all while gauging her reaction still. This unveils the loudest moan he's ever heard from her, and he sees one of her hands let go of her leg to aide him in pushing the toy in and out of her. So he picks up the pace, and when he feels like she can handle it, he brings his free hand up to begin quickly rubbing at her sensitive clit.

“Please, don’t stop. Feels so good,” she’s nearly screaming now, each word laced with a whiny undertone.

“Know you’re close, angel. You can let go for me. I’ve got you,” he coaxes, watching her eyes roll back into her head as both her stomach and pussy clench impossibly hard, not stopping the movement of his hand with the toy. A few moments later he sees and feels some clear liquid start to come out of her and onto his hand and even up his arm, making him nearly lose the grip on his toy.

But he doesn’t let go, he actually grips it even tighter before pushing it as deep as it will go, and that’s when YN stops breathing. He holds it there for a few seconds until she squeals and starts to tap at his hand, only then does he pull out. The moment the toy is completely out of her, the longest and most powerful stream by far squirts from her, a loud cry of ecstasy leaving her lips.

More of his arm is wet now, as well as some of his chest and her stomach from the intense stream that left her body. She is completely spent before him, her arms letting go of her shaking legs, causing them to lay out beside her, bent at the knees in a butterfly position. Harry notices that she’s practically passed out before him, and seeing her so absolutely spent from him just using toys on her, it completely ruins him and begins to ruin his boxers.

A painful whine leaves his lips as he finally frees himself from the confines of his boxers and begins to stroke himself. It takes all but four good strokes for him to let out a grunt of pleasure as he paints her messy cunt with his cum. His stomach is clenching and unclenching almost painfully as he empties his balls all over her pussy. Some spurts even land on her stomach and thighs, his strokes erratic.

When he’s finally done, he pulls his hand away from his now softened and aching cock with a wince, taking a moment to catch his breath before he’s climbing out of the bed and heading to the bathroom. Flipping the light on, he begins his search for the softest washcloth he can find, and when he does he runs it under the tap for a few moments. Once the warm water soaks the towel, wrings it out before making his way to his sleepy girl, still in the spot he left her in.

He’s very careful with cleaning her up, but still making sure none of their mess is left on her skin before he’s running to the kitchen to grab some water, gently waking her up. “Cmon, pretty girl. Up you get. Need to get some fluids in you,” he whispers, helping her sit up against the headboard.

She does so begrudgingly, a sleepy whine leaving her lips as he holds the cold water to it and helps her drink. Only able to finish about half, her head falls back against the headboard in exhaustion before she feels an arm grab beneath both of her legs and another on her back. Harry’s gently lifting her up so they can head to the guest room, not wanting her to sleep in the mess they’ve made of the bed.

YN is barely registering his actions, and her mind is still fuzzy as he tucks her in there with a sweet kiss on her forehead before slipping out to go clean up her bedroom. By the time he’s got everything all cleaned and returns to the guest room, YN is deep into her slumber, soft snores leaving her swollen lips. Turning the light off, Harry softly closes the door behind him before climbing into bed with her and taking her in his arms, falling asleep.

~

it’s literally been over a year i’m sorry

[insanely-lovely-and-random]

Alrightyy saw Challengers for numero uno tonight and these are some thoughts/things that really got me the second time round!

*Thess are just my opinions the film can be read however anyone else wants

Okay so hear me out.. Tashi is such a dom, Art is such a sub and Patrick is such a switch and oooh it got me how at the beginning it felt like he was Arts dom, then he finds this girl he thinks is fantastic and maybe he thinks she could be the glue to bring him and Art and her all together BUT then it totally fricken backfires and instead he loses both. Art the little puppy he is starts wagging his tail in Zendayas direction and next thing ya know he's got a new owner and Patricks a thing of the past much to his palable distress. I mean christ boyos living in his car and starving, boys a mess since his lost his dom and sub poor boyo, so now various things I noticed some of which I feel back up my argument haha

Gosh theres so many little moments, Patricks thing for Art seems so obvious yet Art seems totally clueless.

1) Patrick is defos bi, not just because he just so is but also cause he matches with a guy on his dating app during his swiping.

2) The doubles match they play in the past? Gosh they're all over eachother! And Pats clearly in charge of that relationship and Art seems totally cool with that (for then anyways..)

3) When him and Art are watching Tashis game at the vert beginning Patrick grabs Arts leg in exhilaration. I mean he always seems to be touching or in the space of his boy for christs sake.

4) When Tashi mentions the fact Arts going to Stamford Patrick noticeably makes a face, you could say its because shes paying attention to Art instead of him or that hes upset because shes going to college instead of going profesh BUT I really didnt read it that way. To me it looked like he was upset Art was going to college, they've been together for years after all and now their splitting up, poor boyo.

5) When Zendaya asks if theres anything going on between then, Art laughs and says no BUT Patrick??? Science and he looks down, hell he wishes there was summat.

6) He taught Art to jerk off. Fucking hell.

7) There kiss man, all three of then and then just Art and Pat, just soo much chemistry.

8) When he reveals he slwpt with Zendaya to Art, and Arts smile drops. I think he's heartbroke at him sleeping with the girl he likes but I also see it as pain at being left out. These two people he's entwined with and now he's outside looking in. I also think If Patrick had seen that reaction he'd have seen a looot sooner that his relationship with Tashi might backfire greatly.

9) Patrick vsiting Stamford, first person he goes to see, his girlfriend maybe..? NOPE hes too busy chasing Art around the tennis court 😭

10) There's a ton of hot moments in this film. And the hottest? To me? That bloody stool grab with his foot. He wants Art close, he always bloody does! And the churros christ! And once again showing Art who's top so to speak, eating his churro, and telling him hes proud of his snakey behaviour. And that it makes his relationship with Zendaya hotter (I bloody bet it does) He never ever seems to show jealousy about Arts feelings for Zendaya, he points out thay he doesn't see him as competition to her not long after and I BET his doesn't. Cause I think he'd love it if Art was with him and Zendaya.

11) My God this bit gets be cause it gets echoed later. Him and Zendaya are making out and this girl who he's with and cares about is just talking bout his tennis game. And tbf what does he say?? "Weren't you gonna tell me bout Art" hells bells could you be more obvious?? And then the fight, he asks her if she's talking about tennis and her reply "I'm always talking about tennis" and I mention this cause it's gonna be relevant later.

12) The injury happens and everyone loses something. Zendaya has lost her career and ability to play tennis to her full potential. Art loses his best friend and Poor pathetic Patrick lost his bestfriend(and secret love) and his actual girlfriend all in one day!

From here on I cant guarantee my numbered points are in timeline order as the timline stated getting more out of sequence🤣

13) Zendaya and Art in the diner and after hearing Art and Pat dont talk no more saying she's a homewrecker after all. And what does Art say?? Zip. Nada. No denial just silence.

14) Okay lets talk that sauna scene. It was gloriously tragic. Patrick is clearly unaware why Art is THAT hostile towards him. I mean thinking of it from his point of view he'd have more reason to be angry considering the snakey girlfriend behaviour. But he never is angry at Art, not once no matter what he did. Of course we then discover Art is SO pissed cause he knows about Atlanta. Christ I bet pur stupid idiot boy Patrick thinks hes just being cleverly smug with that "when we were teenagers" line but idiot boyo your rubbing salt in the wounds 😭

15) still about the sauna, the naked trying to be top dog like old times but no no no, not anymore. Arts not his to be in charge of anymore. And the camera shows Art as higher while Patrick slouches nearby. Patrick asks him when he's so mad but doesn't get an answer. This scene was tragic to me, Patrick just seems hurt by Arts attitude. Art points out that they're no longer peers and I love this because thats the difference between the Zendaya/boys relationship and Arts and Pats. Pat may have been the dom so to speak with Art but he still saw them as peers. Zendaya doesn't. Thats the main difference in their relationships. Respect.

16) One of my fave damn parts of dialogue in the movie. (I really can't remember exact phrasing but this is how I rememeber it) Art is so sus of Pat, Pat asks him if he misses it, Art says he doesnt. And when Pat says he wasn't talking about tennis, Art says "Your always talking to me about tennis" and oof the punch to my gut that was. And it seemed to Patricks too! His face, this poor boy has twice been talking to the people he cares about, abou their relationship and they just say their talking about tennis, he cant catch a break😭

17) Pats reaction to Zendaya asking him to throw the game, is he offended for himself? Nopeee he's mad that she'd do that to Art. He says something along the lines of fucking him was one thing but to have Arts victory be a lie?? Gross, too far, too much of a betrayal.

18) For the third time, having just fucked Zendaya in the car and she just immediately brings up him throwing the match, like crimeny man this boy is probs sick of this game getting in the way of his relationships haha

19) Ooh that match point is glorious glorious cinema my friends. Patrick is so interesting in this whole match. Him deliberating on if he's gonna tell Art? So juicy and the way he did was fucking hilarious. That unspoken signal? Beauty.

20) Arts reaction? Wow oh wowww. The lad went through the five fricken stages of grief! The denial "fuck off!" the rage, throwing his racket, the bargaining, looking at Zendaya as if to say its not true (when she has no fucking clue what just happened). The depression, those sad sweaty tears 🥲 and then? That gorgeous smile, that acceptance. I think he felt catharsis, his marraige was clearly dysfunctional at this point and maybe knowing she cheated, knowing she'd threatened to leave if he lost, maybe that helped him let go of it. Ripped off the bandage, turned off life support, finally shake the pedestal he'd put his wife on( he compared her to jesus for christs sake). He made it through to the otherside and Patrick was there waiting for him with open arms ()iterally lol)

21) When Pat sees Arts smile? His own blossoms, clearly in relief and exaltation. I truly think he told him not to throw his game but to spur Art on. To finally unlock his potential. And to get the old Art he knew back and it bloody worked. That final back and forth, the pure energy, those sexual grunts all building up to a crescendo of a climax. Hooo boy

22) That goddamn brilliant leap in the air. Art is freed and flying, and Patrick doesn't hesitate he flings his racket to the floor because the thing that mattered to him most was never tennis. And he catches his boy with arms wide and then that embrace. They have finally come back together. It was beautiful. What does losing the match matter to Pat when he finally has his arms all over Art again just like he did in the beginning. We have come full circle.

Hahaha this is purely my own read into the movie and obvs mostly about the Patrick character and how I saw his actions. Now a few little bonus notes I noticed.

Nearly everything the boys eat/drink seems phallic, hotdogs, bananas, churros, even those drink bottles and cigarettes. Boyos are obsessed!

Zendaya on the rock at the beach was very little mermaid. Also in that scene when she said she wouldn't wanna get between em. Art said they didn't love together but Pat says "It's an open relationship" hecks you too obvious boy.

This movies so chock full of foreshadowing too, the story about Cat who got injured a week later. Patrick at Tashis party saying she'd have deals and a foundation which she does but via her relationship with Art instead just really cool script tbh

(Will probs add more when I remember em/see it for third time cause I am planning on that🤣🤣)

[97keanu]

hi dearest, i loved your gorgeous response to my ask about getting high with keanuverse characters!

i’m stoned again, watching bill and ted and feeling creative…. the song “two heads are better than one” from the movie rlly has me lost in thought about just how great a bill and ted threesome would be

anyways, much love 😚

- 🍃anon

*˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Ofc! As one crusty stoner to another, I love getting your asks hehe, and this one was actually the one that helped get my out of my writers block! <3 decided to add some holiday spice after finding out that San Dimas actually has had freak snow storms in the 90s.

Tags/CW: drugs/getting high obvi, stoner/skater!reader(they met b&t at the skate park hehe), threesome, oral (m/f receiving), p in v, p in a, double penetration, spitroast, soft doms!Bill + Ted, claiming, semi bimbo-fied, reader ends up feeling a bit dumb from how much c*ck she's taking, service top!Bill, commanding!Ted, primal-ish!ted, ted treats you like he owns you, objectification, you're basically a f*ck doll for bill and ted tonight, c*ckwarming.

The night's have grown long, and despite San Dimas usually keeping up the heat in the winter, today had dipped well into freezing degrees. The forecast, to everyone's dismay, predicted the snow storm of the century, and what better an opportunity than to bunker down and party with your boyfriend and his best friend..

Bill and Ted had already stocked their tiny apartment with snacks, VHS comedies they has rented, and enough weed to supply you all into next week. After your shift at the mall, you hurry to beat the snow that threatens to come down. You watch as a few straggling customers try to find something to do in the mall, but one after another, the lights of each store grows dim, until it's just you and other managers locking up. You head to your car as the wind picks up, prickling your nose with its cold hand. You arrived at Bill and Ted's place just as the flurries started to tumble, catching in your hair and melting as you come inside their cozy abode...

Ted is the first to greet you, taking the large pack of soda and groceries you brought from your hands with ease and smile. His warm lips kiss your chilly cheek and you feel the heat rising even more there. He takes your groceries to the kitchen to unload, and you follow, finding Bill sitting on the counter, a bag of potato chips already being devoured. His pale eyes are rimmed with red, making them seem so much bluer.

"Alright! Now we can finally party!" Bill cheers with a smile and offers you a high five.

You gladly accept, hoping get on his level soon yourself. Ted can sense this, and when he's done tossing the food into the fridge, he comes over and puts his arm around you.

"I held out until you got here, but Bill couldn't wait." He laughs, taking a lighter and joint from his orange coat pocket.

"We can share this one," he continues, and holds it out to your lips, placing it there when you're ready and lighting it for you.

You love when he takes care of you like that, treating you like his little princess and doing it all for you. It's what drew you in to him, the way he knew instinctively when to be there for you. Ever since he patched your knee up at the skatepark without hesitating, you've been head over heels.

What makes it better is, Ted has always known when to let you do it yourself as well. He's there to treat you right when you want it, but he doesn't think you need his help all the time. It's what made you two work so well.

You inhale your first hit, the smoke filling your lungs, expanding as you hold it. You pull Ted in, bringing his tall frame down to your level, and letting the smoke in your mouth find its way into his. He happily accpects, shotgunning the smoke while letting his lips finish with a well placed kiss at the end. You look into those deep chocolate eyes of his and can feel the smile that's forming on your lips.

Soon enough, you find yourself starting to feel the buzz, the joint getting smaller and smaller as the three of you make your way into the living room, plopping on the couch together. You somehow end up between Bill and Ted.

"We should like, totally put some flicks on, dude!" Ted says to Bill with a goofy grin.

"Right on! Let's watch Dazed and Confused!" Bill's eyes are droopy and his laugh happy.

You find yourself left next to him as Ted goes to pop the movie in. Your mind grows fuzzier and as you sit and giggle with Bill on the couch about dumb jokes, you find that funny feeling that's been finding its way in your stomach since you met the two stoners. You know you and Ted are dating, but when it started out, you weren't sure who you were more attracted to. You wonder if Bill still has residual feelings for you the way you do for him as his hand brushes yours on the couch.

Ted can see you two interacting from the kitchen, and to his own surprise, he smiles about it. He knows that when Bill and him first met you, that both of them liked you. He knows Bill was a good sport about it all, losing a rock, paper, scissors battle with Ted and backing off so that he could date you. Still, Ted wonders if it was ever possible that he could share you.

You however, have no idea that Ted has fantasized about letting Bill in on the relationship, so you pull your hand back from Bill's after a lingering pause. Ted rounds the corner of the couch and sits back down next to you, relighting up the end of the joint and sharing it with you once more.

You know if you get much higher you'll begin to feel it in your body, when it hits just right and every moment feels so much better than before. It's dangerous because of how horny that makes you. You know Bill and Ted share a room here, so it would be hard to find alone time with just Ted. As you inhale a particularly long puff, you begin to think it won't matter in the end, especially with the way Bill and Ted are looking at you now.

You place your hand on Ted's neck, softly beginning to pull him in to exchange the smoke in your lungs once more, but Ted moves. He takes his own hands to your cheeks, steadying you and pointing you into Bill's direction. Bill leans in, okay with the offer as long as Ted is, and you find yourself lost in those droopy, icy blue eyes once again.

His lips part, pressing against yours ever so softly. You're reminded once more that Bill has the face of an angel, and as you exhale into his mouth, it's as if he's stolen all the breath in your lungs. A tingle runs from your lips gently on his, and smoke swirls up into the air as it escapes the gaps between you two. You feel Ted's hands on your neck and waist, guiding you. Before you can think about what you're doing, your lips move against Bill's and suddenly all you can do is what feels good right now. You don't think too hard on the implications.

As your kiss deepens with Bill, you feel Ted on your neck, kissing and sucking there, his hands wandering your body. He pulls on your shirt a bit, and whispers in your ear, deep and husky, full of want.

"I want to show you off.."

You oblige, Bill breaking the kiss and watching as Ted helps to take your top off, undressing you slow. Even the way the fabric on your skin feels right now is making you horny. When it's gone, goosebumps form on your bare skin as the cold of the night rushes in to feast on it. The snow outside falls gently, with big lazy flakes layering on the ground.

Bill can't hide his smile, even if he tries. He loves the way your body looks, and the two men exchange glances over it, and you feel a bit like an object to be shown and played with for a moment. That makes the wetness that was budding between your thighs bloom even more, you start to love the idea of Bill and Ted taking their time with you, using you up like the toy you are. It's not even in a cruel objectification way. No, they're just two curious stoners who have needs that want to get out with your body, and you know if you asked them to stop they wouldn't hesitate. That trust between you three makes this all the better.

You let Bill part your legs, his hand running up your thigh and going so deep between them. A tingle rockets through your body at the touch, and Ted works on getting your bra off. Once it is, your nipples harden in the chilly air, and you look up with a smile, biting your lip and laughing as Ted eyes you hungrily. You've never seen him want you so bad.

Ted's warm mouth engulfs one of your nipples, while his hands move to tease the other. The sensation is almost overwhelming alone, but you're practically soaking from how Bill's hands move against your cunt, not yet finding their way around your panties. Bill keeps his hand there, playing with you beneath your skirt until you're moaning out. You gasp when he parts your legs further, getting on his knees between them and bringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders. You look down at those brilliant blue eyes and that smile of his, watching with suspense as he slowly pushes your panties to the side, letting your damp cunt get a taste of that cool air.

You practically writhe against them both just from that. Your moans increase as Bill dips his head deeper, his mouth warmly blowing against your exposed pussy. You cry out as his tongue laps up the whole of your cunt, making sure to wet all of you even more, being sure to taste you completely. Ted continues at your breasts, and the combination of the two already has you practically cumming. Being this high makes it so easy, makes every movement feel so much more extreme. You feel the heat of your high radiating off your body, particularly your cunt right now.

Bill continues, bringing his attention to your clit, circling slowly, then faster. He uses a flat tongue between to really give all of it attention at once, then drives you made when he sucks softly. Your hand finds his mess of blond curls and tangles in it, trying to keep him on your clit when he's sucking hardest, before being overstimulated and having to take a breath. The two men laugh a few times from how much you're enjoying this, and you feel like you're under such a microscope for them right now. Like something for them both to play with together.

"I want you to moan his name..." You hear Ted's voice whisper to you, and you glance into his eyes.

He wants this. He wants to see you submit to his friend the way you have to him. You bite your lip, trying to really feel ready for that, and as Bill's mouth sucks once more, you do, calling out his name.

"Bill...! Please, god...it feels so good...!" You cry out, cunt aching for more.

"You'll have to ask him to let you cum. Maybe even beg..." Ted continues to instruct, and you nod like the good little slut you are, brain empty of everything except pleasure and pleasing right now.

Your legs shake as you begin to come closer, your pussy bucking into Bill's mouth for any friction it can get. Your nipples are so sensitive, and Ted takes his time making sure each are sufficiently attended to, his hands sometimes roaming else where to squeeze and hold. You feel your pleasure rising, and you don't know how much more you can take.

"Please, Bill! I need to cum so badly..." You whimper out, and see him looking up at you, his hand moving to take over on your clit so he can speak.

"That's right, I want you to cum for me. I want you to be a good little toy and cum while moaning out my name for me." Bill commands, and you don't even try to deny him.

He puts his mouth back to your pussy, taking all of it once more, sucking and licking, a few small nibbles with well placed teeth sending you over the edge, driving you absolutely mad. You clutch his hair, clutch onto Ted who's begun to twist and bite your nipples the way you like, and waves of pleasure pass over your body as your legs shake and practically clamp down on Bill's head. Both men hold you fast, keeping you still, keeping your legs open as your ride out wave after wave of pleasure. You feel completely gone, your body stimulated beyond what you thought possible, and your orgasm goes on for far past what you thought it would. Bill and Ted are not ones to quit, however, and their tongues and hands keep you going until you're completely satisfied.

When your muscles finally give up, legs parting and falling to your sides, they both take a breather. Ted rests his head on your chest, that rises and falls quickly, tiredly. Bill rests his head on your inner thigh, eyes barely open, looking at you with a satisfied smile. The three of you take all the time you need to recover, simply enjoying laying there together. It's not like there's anywhere to go in the morning, the snow has piled up way past what they thought it would. You guys have all the time in the world to explore each other.

Bill is the first to move, reaching over and taking a deep hit of the joint once more. He passes it to Ted, who passes it to your lips once more. You wearily take another hit, unsure if you could even get much higher, but there's no way you're about to let them both out smoke you after that. Ted finishes his hit and puts the joint on an ashtray on the coffee table.

Ted helps move you, pulling you up til you're on your hands and knees on the couch. Every move you make sends shock waves of residual pleasure through your legs and stomach, and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning from just that. Your cunt wants so much more now, aching to be filled and throbbing from what Bill's already done to you. You, almost helplessly, as Bill gets on the couch in front of you, his cock flopping out of his sweatpants as he pulls them down.

Ted moves behind you, and you can't see what he's up to, but in a moment, you feel the heat of the tip of his cock against your ass. You shiver as all of it flops against your ass, glancing back and seeing Ted measuring his cock there, seeing how it will fit so nicely and deeply inside of you. You turn back to Bill, and without having to be told, take his cock in your hand, stroking it and admiring how much girth he had.

You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out like the dumb little fuck doll that you are, and Bill takes advantage of that, slipping his cock in as deeply as possible. You want to cry out but it comes out choked from how deep Bill is in your mouth, still in utter pleasure from how Ted slips his cock against your soaked cunt. Soon enough, Ted dips into your pussy, finding his way in slowly, but not stopping until he's gone as deep as he can. You're aching and stretched out by the time he gets to the hilt of his cock, and all you can do is look up at Ted who's slowly fucking your mouth the same way.

The two men keep taking what they want from your slutty little holes, and you find yourself closing your eyes and losing yourself to the sensation of being used so freely. You can't believe you've let both of them take you like this, trapped between the two of them so you couldn't get away if you tried, mouth and cunt filled to the brim with cock.

You feel Ted's hand reach up and grab your hair, pull it so that you can look back and see him. He keeps pulling you up until Bill's cock falls out of your mouth, and Ted's mouth is at your neck. You watch like a limp doll, unable to fight back, as Bill comes closer, taking your breaths in his hands, squeezing them together and lapping them up.

"You're pussy is mine, you got that?" You hear Ted grumble in your ear as he claims that part of you with his cock, his hand still pulling your hair.

You nod, unable to even speak at this point, letting and wanting them to do whatever to you, feeling so easily overpowered.

"Bill's allowed to have fun with your other two holes as much as he pleases, however..." Ted continues as Bill feasts on your breasts and let's a hand snake to your clit.

You squirm as he plays with you there, the cock that's filling you so deeply combined with that stimulation bringing you to your next orgasm. You spasm, your body unable to stop itself for cumming. Bill continues to work his hands on you as you work through yourself round of pleasure for the night. When you're finished, Ted's cock stalls for a moment, and you whine out.

"Tell him thank you for letting you cum." Ted instructs, face next to your neck, watching as Bill rises from your tits.

"T-thank you, Bill..." You stammer out, and Bill smiles, bringing your head towards him and kissing you deeply once more.

You happily kiss back, letting Bill explore your mouth with his tongue and yours doing the same. You can't believe how commanding your usually sweet, goofy boyfriend is. How how badly his best friend wants you. You also don't care for the implications, all you need right now is both of these men fucking your brains out until you're a mess that can barely walk. You let Ted slide of you, and with Bill's help flip you around so you're facing Ted once more. They both help to pick your weight up, and you easily slide back onto Ted's cock with your wet pussy. Bill reaches down, sliding some of your wetness to your ass.

"Is it okay if I try this?" You hear Bill ask, obviously wanting to try out your ass. You can tell he's half asking you, but who he's really asking is Ted. You nod, but Ted speaks up.

"As long as it's not her cunt, bro. I don't want anyone else accidently getting her pregnant, that's my job..." The way he talks about you like your his property has you wanting more, you feel so bare and ready to be used right now.

Bill nods, and slowly rubs his cock against your asshole, making slow movement, ready to stop if you were to protest. But you don't. You want both of them to fill you up down there, to feel completely full by both of their cocks was becoming more and more important as the time went by. You moan out as the tip of his cock begins to softly and slowly glide into your ass. Bill here's you groan in slight discomfort as it goes deeper, and he softly kisses your neck, assuring you. Ted doesn't move his cock inside you, not while you're so carefully starting to take Bill's. Instead, his hand goes to your clit, rubbing soft circles and easing tension from having Bill slowly go deeper inside you.

You welcome the pain and the pleasure of both, both men's mouths somewhere on your skin and kissing the pain away. Soon, Bill's entire cock has found it's way snuggly in your ass. You moan from how much it is, and for a few moments any slight movement from either of their cocks is driving you wild. Ted keeps his hand busy on your clit, kissing you deeply and sucking on your tongue as both of them slowly begin pumping in and out of you.

Your leg's can hardly hold themselves up, and you're lucky that both men can keep you suspended over their cocks so easily. You take Ted's cock in your pussy with ease, and slowly begin to take Bill's in your ass as well. You feel a heat like never before back there, and every time Bill plunges deeper, it's as if he's hitting a spot that you've never even tried before. You're a dumb mess between the two men, sloppily kissing both of them and changing when the other guides you to another. You feel pure bliss and ecstasy from how much pleasure is being taken from your sensitive cunt and asshole. Ted even makes sure to give your breasts the attention they need, before trading off to Bill who cups them from behind.

You feel both men's cocks rubbing harder and faster inside of you, feeling only a thin barrier between the two of them. You're stretched and full to the max, moans and words a jumble of pleasure, eyes fluttering shut from how badly you need to cum a third time. For a moment, the high makes you wonder if you haven't already, that's how good it feels to be sandwiched in between your boyfriend and his best friend. You don't even care if they use you as their fuck doll for the rest of the weekend. Part of you wishes the snow never let's up.

You feel Ted's cock begin to get harder first. Then Bill's follows, taking deeper and faster blows at your hole. You don't know how much more you can take, and you're babbling about how good it feels, while both men laugh at what a mess you are, enjoying the pleasure of taking so much of your body.

"God, babe, I can't believe how much of a slut you've been tonight. If I knew you were such a naughty girl, I would have shared you with Bill ages ago..." Ted groans out as he gets closer, looking you in the eyes, watching how hard it is for you to keep them open. You nod along like the dumb little whore you are.

"Yeah, I could have gotten a turn at taking such a tight asshole then." Bill whispers into your ear, biting and sucking your neck when he's done.

You feel completely taken by both of them. Completely owned. Completely devoured.

Your body relaxes into the pounding of your two holes and you let your trembling pussy cum for the third time tonight, taking all the pleasure it can get and then some. The unintended clenching and tightening of your holes sends both men over the edge. Ted first, who's faster cock slows and pounds cum as deep inside of your cunt as possible. Then Bill, who can barely slow down enough to finish, sealing his cock into your ass with a final stroke and letting his hot, sticky cum fill there.

Your body can barely keep itself up, and you whine when Bill and Ted take their cocks out of you slowly.

"Aw, does our princess miss being so full?" Ted asks as he pulls you onto his lap, both of your skins sweaty and glistening from the workout.

"Mhm..." You murmur, and to your surprise, and excitement, Ted lifts you up gently and let's you slide your pussy back onto his cock.

"There." He whispers in your ear, playing with your hair. "Now you can keep it warm for me..."

You giggle a little and snuggle into his neck, and you see Bill stand up, likely going to clean up.

"Thanks, dude, I knew your babe would be a totally good fuck." Bill says over his shoulder lazily, but satisfied.

"Anytime, dude, use her holes whenever you want..." Ted says with a smile, eyes looking into yours, waiting for you to say no the way he has been all night.

With the way you've just been fucked by them, you wouldn't even dare to deny him. You hope that this isn't the last time this weekend, even. You snuggle back into Ted's neck, and he talks softly to you, praising you.

"You were so good tonight," his dominating voice gone, now ready to give you the care you need. "You just tell me anytime you don't want to, we'll stop right away."

"No, I..." You breathe into his neck. "I like how you two used me up...I think I needed this..."

You feel his arms wrap around you, almost like a protective barrier between you and the world, and you sink happily into him, your cunt still warming his cock perfectly.

"I'm glad, you were such a good girl for us, I'm happy you had fun too..." His voice seems sleepier by the minute.

You hum a positive reply, and he keeps praising you, drawing little circles on your back until you fall asleep right there.

You're thankful for a snow storm in San Dimas.

[confiscatedpeaches]

can i request william brat taming reader?? afab plss and i LOVE your writing!! tysm!!

ofc!! thank you so much for the complement! I love the thought of William brat taming, I bet he'd be really good at it. (Also this lowkey turned into a really long fic lmao so I AM going to write a part 2 tomorrow aaaah)

Minors DNI, TW: bdsm dom/sub bratty!reader, reader is wearing a collar, use of restraints

Afton comes home from work and it has NOT been a good day.

You knew the signs; the sound of his car door slamming, his shoes practically stomping onto the pavement below, and swearing as he fumbled for his keys. Today was not a good day at work for Mr. Afton. He was positively furious about something, and you knew he was going to take all of his frustration out on you. Of all the days you could have chosen to be a brat, this should not have been one of them.

You look into the living room and find him pacing furiously, muttering something to himself about "Henry" and "those god-damned parents". Noticing you out of the corner of his eye, he turns to look at you.

"You. Come over here right now."

You fold your arms. Why should you come over, when it's so adorable to watch him pace his way into a hole in the rug? Absolutely not. Part of you loved when he was like this, the angrier he got, the more fun he would have with you later.

"Awe my little whore thinks she's in charge. Get over here, now."

You should have listened. Really, you should have. But you just couldn't help your bratty ass now could you. Instead, you decide to commit the worst sin according to your Mr. Afton, you stick out your tongue.

He scoffed, his face getting redder. His head cocked to the side.

"You're feeling brave today aren't you love? Keep it up and see what happens."

God, you loved how his accent became thicker with rage. Sometimes you could barely understand the man. Watching him unravel into a mess of words and animalistic sounds drove you absolutely mad. Seeing him lose himself in you was such a thrill. You really, really should give in now, before this became much worse.

"Oh? What are you gonna do to me Mr. Afton? Are you gonna punish me?" You mocked.

He scowled and crossed his arms. You could practically see steam rising from out his ears.

"Yes, I am actually. Now get over here and let me spank you for being such a naughty little bunny."

Even after he raised his voice, you continue to refuse.

"Do I have to come and get you myself darling?"

A grin spread across your face. Was he challenging you? Oh yes, he was definitely challenging you. You were going to make him work for this. Excitement bubbles within you.

"I'd love to see you try, catch me if you can!"

You dash down the corridor and turn down one of the side halls. You hear a very loud British man begin raving and screaming behind you

"Oh you little---!

Laughter fills your ears. Your laughter, of course, but also Will's. He was laughing manically. It dawns on you that you have fucked up, big time. It was one thing for him to simply get mad and dominate you, but for him to start laughing? That's when you knew he had something truly terrible planned for you. You had to hide and wait for him to calm down, asap.

His footsteps were getting louder, closer. Turning down yet another corridor (his house is weirdly arranged, and you often find yourself lost in it), you flick on the lights and run into the basement. He has so much junk in there, there is no way he'd be able to find you if you tucked yourself away in there well enough.

Sitting in the back corner, you find the perfect place. You manage to hide yourself behind an animatronic you haven't seen him work on in ages. Holding your breath, you wait.

His footsteps stop at the top of the basement stairs. Shit, he must have seen you run into there. His ragged breath and laughter echo down the stairs, reverberating on the basement walls. He has really lost it this time.

Then, he does something unexpected. He takes a few steps down the stairs, before shutting the door behind him and flicking off the lights.

He has you trapped. You're so unfamiliar with the basement that there is no way you'd be able to navigate your way out of there without making a sound, or god forbid, bumping into him.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He sings.

Dear lord, he was feeling absolutely villainous. You knew he could be sadistic, but you've never seen him like this. You heard him shuffle, what could he be doing? Is he searching for you? Fear and arousal pool inside you.

"Aww come on little bunny, I thought you were being brave."

You could feel your heart beating in your ears. You didn't know how long you could hold or hide your breath, especially with how hot and bothered you were getting.

"Little bunny, where are you? I know you're in here. If you come out now I pinkie promise not to punish you.... too harshly."

That liar, you knew this was a fake-out. He isn't stupid enough to believe that would do the trick. You would wait him out, see who could last longer. A growing part of you wanted to submit, face the consequences, and end the torture early, but the rest of you was stubborn and wanted to see how far you could take this. You were already in deep shit, why not make it worse?

"Sweetheart... I can see you, you know."

What? There's no way, it's almost pitch black in here. Can this motherfucker see in the dark or something?!

"You're hiding behind that animatronic, I can see your feet. I can hear your breathing too love. Come out now, be a good girl."

Shit. He had you dead-to-rights. All of the stubbornness deflated out of you like a popped balloon. He won, you lost, and he knows it. You hate how wet this is making you. You wanted to win this time, but there's a reason he's the dom and you're the brat. He's just so much cleverer and smarter than you. You stood no real chance.

"Don't you want to be a good girl for Mr. Afton? Really now, I can see you curled up back there. Crawl out like the pathetic little loser you are. I'm not coming to get you this time."

The urge to submit builds within you. You know you shouldn't make this any worse for yourself. Reluctantly, you slide out from your secure hiding place. A light illuminates your figure. You see him sitting on the second to last step of the staircase, flashlight in hand.

"Ah, there you are. Come over here, now."

Before you can resist, you find yourself walking towards him. You were too tired to fight anymore.

"Good girl, now get on your knees."

You obey. His hand thrusts towards you and grabs you by your collar.

"Gotch'ya you little bitch! How dare you disrespect me?! You stupid little whore, there's at least a dozen animatronics down here, I just guessed you were hiding behind one! It's time to face the consequences doll."

(Part 2 coming tomorrow -- am too tired to write more tonight.)

[rhodesrider]

Hi can you do mafia CG! Judgement day and the rest is up too you :)

Kettle corn

CG! Mafia! Judgement Day x Little! Y/N

-Minors DNI-

Warnings: Cussing and threats of murder.Age regression like behavior and affirmation nicknames

Cold nights were the best nights for interrogations. The man was thrown on the ground, feeling the sharp rocks stick on his arm he whined in pain some and rubbed his arm staying on the ground. “Listen, listen to me please I promise I’ll have your money by next month I need more time-“ soon a sharp kick was to his chest. “We gave you time. And it’s been ran out. So cough it up old man.” The figure spoke with the purple bandana over his mouth. The other figures were searching the car finding luggage and airplane tickets.

“Trying to run out on us Robert?”

Robert, still on the rocky ground, looking up seeing the figure come closer and removed the bandana. “Rhea…” He mumbled and scooted back some. Seeing fear in his eyes only made Rhea smile. “What’s wrong Robby? Looking like you seen a ghost.” She smirked. “I’m tired of giving chances on you know that.” “Please I just need a little more time. I won’t run I promise.” Rhea just sighed and pulled out a small yet sharp knife, pointing it on Robert’s neck as Finn and Damien revealed themselves next. “You’re wasting my time Robby. You always do. But we give you break after break because you keep mentioning your family. Speaking of which, how is your family? You know the one you haven’t seen in weeks?” His eyes widened seeing he was caught in his lies. “Yea I asked some of my police dogs to run by your house and your wife was so worried. You haven’t been home in weeks. Your children haven’t seen you in weeks and you-“ she pointed the tip in his neck seeing some blood show. “-you lie to me. I take family very seriously Robby ol boy.” She hissed. He looked in her eyes seeing nothing but a black soul, bodies have seen her face before they die slow. “So what, you hop on a plane? And go where? I have connects out my ass to make sure your life is a living hell.” She continued smiling. Soon Damien felt his phone vibrate, he looked at the contact and sighed some walking away from the conflict to answer.

“Princess not now we are working.”

On the other side on the phone was their prize possession. All of theirs. Y/N pouted as she was in her big king sized bed, watching the canopy flow from the vent giving her fresh air. “But papa, where are you guys? It’s getting lates and mama said we can watch a movie…” she whined. Damien forgot about the movie night, it slipped his mind as he found out that Robert was trying to skip down from the police officers they hired. “You are right we are sorry Princesa, let me tell the rest and we will be on our way. Do you want some sweets?” He always spoils her rotten along with Rhea. “Hmm, kettle corn please?” He smiled. “Ok I’ll get it for you. But no getting outta bed waiting for us.” “Yes sir! I love you papa!” She quickly hung up getting in bed grabbing her one of many jumbo pokemon stuffed animals waiting for her caregivers to come home.

“Wrap it up.” Damien called out and Dom nodded going to get a large can out from their trunk. Gasoline. Robert watched him the whole time but was quickly back on Rhea. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” She hisses and puts her knife away. “You look like you need some weight off though, why don’t you have a nice stroll home.” She smiled and soon a single match was set by Finn as Dominic finished up soaking his belongings and car in the fluid. “The next time I see you, is with our funds along with you so you can keep your fucking scumbag of a life.” She whispered in his ear as he watched his car go in flames and the men walk away to their car. Rhea stood up from her knee and waved goodbye, but first turned around with dark eyes. “Another week. Or else you’re dead.” She smiles hearing the crackle of fire from the burning car. They drove away as they heard Robert cry out in anger and pain as he lost his last way to get out of his situation.

“Ok, she wanted sweets?” Rhea asked removing her bandana and putting it in the glove department. “Kettle corn, Finn did you make sure she drunk some-“ Before Damien could finish, Finn showed him a picture of the water bottle he bought her with times on it. All the way down to the bottom. “Awesome. Dom did you text drew to make sure she was finished with her activities?” Dom blinked forgetting about her homework activities, and he’s pretty sure he didn’t tell drew. “Imma take that as a no. It’s ok I’m pretty sure she finished some of it.” Damien said in hope. “Damien we were busy all day and Drew is a good babysitter-“ “Yea but we all need to make sure she does what she’s suppose to.” He said. Rhea rolled her eyes and pulled up to the side store to get the big bad of kettle corn.

Drew was knocked out on the couch, the team looking down at him in annoyance. “Well I’m glad she’s still breathing.” Damien sighed and went to get the rest of the snacks ready for her. “Drew get up.” Rhea punched him up and he jumped. “Ah fuck don’t scare me like that.” He huffed looking around. “Fuck how long was I out?” “Who knows but you’re in trouble~” Dom teased and Finn pushed him out the way. “You were suppose to be watching her.” Drew soon remembered and sighed. “My bad. I was just tired.” He soon noticed a black blanket was around him and he smiled some.

Earlier when we was watching over the house and her, he was yawning a lot as he was finishing up the dishes and getting Y/N ready for bed. She watched him the whole time rubbing his eyes and bags forming. “Uncle Drew?” She said lightly and he grumbled as he was sat down on the couch. “Sorry munchkin I don’t really feel like playing.” She smiled and nodded as she already had the blanket ready. “Mind going up to bed dear? I’ll be there I’m just getting myself together.” She nodded and laid the blanket to the side as she went upstairs slow. After a while, maybe a hour, she tip-toed back down and she saw he was out cold sleeping. She took the blanket and put it over him and kissed his cheek heading back up so he wouldn’t get in trouble for not tucking her in.

“Welp she would have been down by now if she was awake so she probably sleep.” Rhea sighs. “I’ll check.” Finn saids and he jogs up. Finn then goes in the door and she’s the bed sleeping peacefully, he smiled and slithers in. She had the covers half way on her so Finn fixed the blanket giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. A soft smile was shown after on her face as he went back to the door leaving out. “Yea she’s sleep.” He confirmed and everyone smiled. “We could just have a movie day tomorrow. Get her somebody snacks and then go to the park or something.” Rhea was planning. They come home happily to her, give her anything she needs and wants. Spoil her rotten. That was their princess. No one elses. Everyone else sees them as evil and ruthless people, but in her eyes she sees them as a safe haven, not an ounce of evil no where in sight, and they love every moment.

Nothing was better than having their princess in their arms.

[xdirtyxlittlexgirl]

hiiii, I love your content

Can I request a angst that go into fluff that go into soft smut hehehehe….where the reader is feeling insecure about her body and her disability which deafness so she wears hearing aids and one of the day she was looking through social media and saw hurtful comments on a post of her and Henry at some premier and Henry just cuddle her in love and yeah heheh

Thank you!!

Broken but Beautiful

Pairing: Henry Cavill X Reader

Summary: You have a hearing disability and get trolled by fans after a public appearance with Henry

Warning: Angst, fluff, hearing disability, graphic description of panic attack, depression, PTSD, stress, anxiety, trolling, cyberbullying, dom male, sly smut, PIV sex, vanilla

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You sit by the giant glass window, curled up under a soft blanket, listening to the gentle pitter-patter of the rain outside. You loved sitting by this window and watching the rain fall on the expansive garden. It's a calming sound, one that usually puts your mind at ease. But today, your peaceful moment is shattered by the cruel words of strangers on the internet.

You had been checking Twitter to see what people had to say about you and Henry's recent public appearance, hoping for some positive comments. You both had finally publicly spoken about your relationship, and you were worried about what his fans had to say about you. Although, Henry had already anticipated the impact this would bring to you, especially because you were a non celebrity girl, but it was essential for the two of you. You found some really supportive comments and were living your dream, but very quickly you met with your worst nightmare, a barrage of hateful messages and cruel memes, all directed at you and your hearing disability.

"Who would want to date a deaf girl?"

"It must be hard for Henry to communicate in sign."

"Bro the woman would find so hard to enjoy his husky deep voice lol"

"It's like dating one of those dolls which sing an 80's pop every time you tap the botton behind her ear. Lmao"

"She be making me him scream at night. Literally. ~ Louder Henry Louder!!"

"Bro's lucky in a way. He can scream, shout, and party till late while gaming and his woman won't know a thing."

The comments cut like a knife, each one reopening old wounds and insecurities. You know that your hearing aid makes you different, that it's something that sets you apart from others. But you never expected people to be so cruel about it. Not now. It wasn't highschool anymore. You were very young, a teenager, when you were riding home with your friend from school and her dad lost control of the car, causing the car to crash. Although, everyone had small bruises, and your friend broke a bone, you had a major impact on your left ear, damaging your insides. This led you to have a partial hearing disability permanently in your left ear, bounding you to a hearing aids' mercy forever. This did affect your adolescent massively, as you faced a lot of bullying and discouragement. But when you met Henry, a year and half ago, it didn't matter. You were a grown woman now, and this was just another accessory to your life like your phone. You did have some insecurities coming into a relationship with him, but he never made you feel like you had a disability, or addressed it like it was different to him in any way. In fact, he explained how it is simply the most normal thing, and is just like him wearing his contact lenses or glasses.

The memes are even worse. Some show Henry doing exaggerated gestures with his hands, with captions like "When you have to talk to your girlfriend in sign language." Others depict you as sitting unaffected with a moaning noise in the background, insinuating Henry cheating on you and you not finding out because of your disability.

It's all too much to bear. You feel like you're suffocating under the weight of the negativity. The tears come hot and fast, blurring your vision as you scroll through the endless stream of hateful comments. You can't help but wonder if Henry is regretting his decision to be with you. Maybe he's tired of having to repeat everything twice, or of having to speak slower so you can read his lips, every time you take the aid out. Maybe he's starting to think that you're in too much trouble, that he could find someone else who doesn't come with all this baggage. The thought makes your chest ache with a pain that's all too familiar. It's the same feeling you had after the accident that left you with your hearing loss, when you thought your life was over before it even began. You close your eyes, trying to shut out the noise of the rain and the hateful voices in your head, but it's no use. The darkness closes in around you, and you feel yourself slipping deeper into the abyss of your own despair.

You'rel sitting still, hugging your knees to your chest, as the raindrops keep tapping on the window. Soon, your body is shaking with sobs, and your chest feels like it's about to explode. You're clutching your phone so tightly, your knuckles turn white, scrolling through the horrible comments about you and Henry. Your heart is pounding so hard, you can feel it in your ears, and your breathing becomes shallow and rapid. You try to take a deep breaths, but it catches in your throat, and suddenly, you can't breathe. You gasp for air, but it's like someone is sitting on your chest, suffocating you. Panic takes over your body, and you feel like you're losing control. Tears are streaming down your face, and you can't seem to stop them. You feel like you're drowning, and you need air. You try to get up, but your legs give out, and you fall to the floor, hitting the wall hard. It hurts, but you don't care. You're beyond pain at this point.

Your hands are shaking so badly, you can barely hold yourself up. You hit the wall again, and again, and again, as if that could somehow make the panic go away. But it doesn't. It just makes your hands hurt, and your head feels dizzy. You start to pull at your own hair, feeling like you're losing your mind. You want to scream, but nothing comes out. You're trapped in your own body, and it's terrifying. You try to calm down, but the panic just keeps getting worse. Your vision starts to blur, and you feel like you're going to pass out. You don't want to, but you can't seem to stop it. You feel like you're falling into a deep hole, and you can't grab onto anything to pull yourself out. The last thing you remember is the raindrops tapping against the window, as you lay there, helpless and broken, before passing out right there on the floor.

An hour later, Henry finally came home and unlocked the door. He stepped inside the house, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he kicked off his shoes and took a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to spending the evening with you, enjoying some wine and your company. "Honey!" He said his voice roaring in the house. Usually, you'd come running to him by this time, but he didn't see a sign of you. He thought you were probably in the loo, so he headed straight for the bedroom, box of chocolates and bottle of wine in hand, hoping to surprise you.

But as he entered the room, he realized that something was wrong. You were nowhere to be seen. The bathroom door was open, and when he checked, you weren't there as well. "Babe?" He called out to you, but there was no response. You never left the house without informing him of your whereabouts, and especially not in a weather that bad. He searched all the rooms, growing increasingly worried as each one turned up empty. Finally, he decided to give you a call and heard the faint sound of ringing, and followed it downstairs to the back room.

There, he saw you lying on the floor next to the patio window, passed out. "Baby? Fuck!" He said his heart sank at the sight of you. He rushed over to you, removing the blanket, as he picked you up in his arms. You were so still, it was as if you weren't even breathing. Henry felt his heart rate increase with fear, as he tried to wake you up, but you remained unresponsive. "God baby wake up, what happened here?" He decided to try and bring you to senses with some water, and ran to the kitchen to grab a glass. When he returned, he sprinkled a few drops onto your face. Slowly, your eyelids fluttering open, as you murmured his name. Henry felt a rush of relief, holding you close and running his fingers through her hair. "Oh thank God baby." He said kissing your head. He knew this had happened to you before. Every time you would stress out too much, you passed out. He carried you to the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed. As you slowly regained your bearings, he sat down beside you, holding your hand.

"What happened, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice full of concern as he rubbed circles in your hands. You explained everything to him through tears, how the comments about your hearing disability had sent you into a tailspin. Henry's blood boiled with anger as you recounted some of the cruel and hurtful things people had said. He hated this. He in fact blamed himself for it. If it wasn't for him being so famous, he could have had a normal life, and give a normal one to his family too. His popularity always kept him and his loved ones under a microscope, and one could survive only if they grow a thick skin like he did. He knew this was hitting you and would hurt you, and now he regretted announcing the relationship, seeing you like this. He hoped that people would at least have some decency, but he was wrong. The world was filled with monsters and he couldn't protect his girlfriend from them. "I am so sorry baby." He said barely over a whisper pulling you in his lap.

"Those people are just cowards hiding behind their screens," he said, trying to comfort you. "They don't know you, they don't understand what you've been through, and they definitely don't deserve to make you feel this way." He added running his hands through your hair as you sniffled, and he wiped away her tears. "I just feel so insecure about it sometimes, like it's something that makes me less than everyone else."

Henry shook his head, pulling you into a tight embrace. "No, baby girl. It's the opposite. Your hearing aid is a symbol of your strength and resilience, a testament to the fact that you've overcome obstacles that would have defeated most people. And as for those people online, they don't know anything about you. They don't know how beautiful, smart, and amazing you are. So they don't get to make you feel this way. I am sorry, I couldn't protect you from this." He said the last part, laced with guilt. "Plus it's a very normal thing. It's like me wearing contacts because I'm literally blind without my glasses. Jeez. I'm actually frustrated with what people get up to in their time and call others out on the most unexisting things." He said sounding very frustrated at this point. You looked up at him, your eyes shining with tears. "Thank you, Henry. I don't know what I'd do without you, and no this is not your fault. You can't change the world, and it is filled with horrible people. You cannot be accountable for every single one of them" He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "You don't have to do anything without me. I'm here, always. And I'm not going anywhere." He leaned in, pressing his lips to your in a gentle kiss. "I know I'm broken, but you make me feel so beautiful and whole" You say melting into his embrace, feeling safe and loved in his arms. "Shhh baby, you're not broken. You're just beautiful. My sweet, beautiful, and intelligent princess. You mean the world to me, and I'm pretty sure my world is all round and beautiful and perfect." He said chuckling and making you laugh. In that moment, you knew that you were exactly where you belonged.

A while later, you feel Henry's arms wrap around you as he holds you close, the scent of his cologne enveloping you, as you both cuddle on the bed after a long day. You lean into him, feeling his warmth and strength as he holds you tightly. He pours some more wine into your glass, holding it up to your lips, encouraging you to take a sip. "Here baby, take some more" he said gently as you hold the glass. "Mmm are you trying to get me drunk Mr Cavill?" You asked chuckling as he simply just shrugs and smirks. As you sit in his lap, you squirm a little as he kisses your shoulder. You can feel his breath on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His touch is gentle and loving, and you can feel the tension slowly melting away as he continues to kiss you. He pulls the sleeves of his t-shirt that you wore, down a little and whispers in your ear, "Baby do you know how beautiful you are? Mm?" He says in his deep raspy voice. You feel your cheeks flush as he continues to shower you with compliments, telling you how much he appreciates you and how much you mean to him.

He takes the glass from your hand and turns you around to face him, his eyes locking onto yours as he leans in to kiss you deeply. You can feel the passion and love in his kiss, and you respond eagerly, your body pressing against his as your lips meet in a fiery embrace. As the kiss deepens, you can feel your bodies entwining, your hands exploring each other's bodies with newfound passion. You feel Henry's hands on your back, pulling you closer to him as he continues to kiss you deeply. As the heat between you intensifies, you lose yourself in the moment, forgetting all of your worries and insecurities as you become one with Henry. You feel his love and devotion in every touch, every kiss, and every caress, and you know that you are exactly where you are meant to be. He swiftly enters you and lays you down, gently pounding into you not once breaking the kiss completely. He slowly picks up the pace and starts to make you feel like you're the only person that matters. "Mmm fuck my sweet princess. You're so fucking beautiful. I love you" He said biting your lip in a hard kiss as you feel yourself coming hard digging your nails in his flesh, as he fills you up. "MmI love you more Hen" you say enjoying the sweetness of this euphoric bliss. In that moment, nothing else mattered. You lay in his arms, as you feel a sense of peace and contentment wash over you. You know that there will be more challenges and struggles ahead, but you also know that you will face them together, with his love and support guiding your way.

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A/N: I hope you liked it! <3

[harknessxo]

Chapter II ✦ Just a Mistake- Or Was It?

Parings: Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns, Rhea Ripley x Dominik Mysterio

Summary: Rhea’s life gets turned upside down.

Warnings; angst

Word Count: 3.3k

Masterlist

A/n: this chapter was written by @tonuitekan 😁

“Dom, stop, if you could please just let me explain—“

“Explain what? That you’ve been using me this entire time?” He asked her incredulously as he turned to see her. “That’s why you gave me an ultimatum when I lost my title and you didn’t do the same with Damian and Finn?”

“Dom, it’s not what it looks like. Listen, it was a one time thing only a—“

“Oh? So all those missed phone calls from me to you were all one-time-things as well? Seriously, Rhea?”

“Dominik, please, just- hear me out, ”Rhea begged him as she held his arm, “I never, ever meant for this to go on any further, okay? It was… it was out of my control and I didn’t know how to stop it. I didn’t even know how to tell you, so that’s why Roman and I decided not to tell you until we could find a better time and place to talk about this.”

Dominik stared at her. His eyes had been glassy ever since he walked out from the ring, holding back the urge to cry right then and there as Rhea wanted to bury herself alive. This time, she was the cause of him almost wanting to cry. It wasn’t because of a lost, him being mocked by others in this company, or him being hurt in any way. This time, she was the reason. And it felt more like a stab wound crossing through his chest.

“… Liv was right.” Dominik mumbled, his voice almost breaking as he pulled his arm away from Rhea.

This made her freeze. “… what?”

“Liv was right. You have never changed since the day you left her.”

With that, he decided rather than getting inside the car, he immediately walked away from her direction. At this, Rhea watched him leave with her being unable to leave her own spot as she watched him leave, even being unaware of Damian having watched the entire thing and deciding to go after Dom as he immediately followed him. All the while Finn went to check on Rhea as he began to ask her if she was okay and what were him and Dominik arguing about.

However, Rhea didn’t even bother to explain as she could only head back inside to gather her stuff and leave immediately. Not even willing to see anyone right now. She just wanted to forget this all happened. She wanted to forget.

The next morning…

“Rhea?” Damian knocked on her hotel room the next morning, deciding to go and look for her instead of trying to call or text her for the umpteenth time. He waited a minute or so, but no response as he sighed deeply. “Rhea, come on now, I know you’re in there.”

He then waited once again, hearing something shuffling from the other side as he took a step back before he heard the door unlock and open. He saw an exhausted (not physically, but mentally) Rhea, her hair a complete mess and still wearing her two-piece pajamas.

“I’ve been trying to call and text you since last night.” He told her as he showed her phone. “Did something happened to your phone or…?”

“No. I didn’t want to speak to anyone.” Rhea said as she rubbed her head and let Damian inside her room. “Plus, I had the Wiseman trying to relentlessly call me and demand me to talk to Hunter about last night and well… and then, you have Reigns who’s also been trying to call me since I left. I tried to call Dom but… I think he blocked my number and… I don’t fucking know what to do at this rate.” Damian sat by the couch of the room as Rhea closed the door as he looked at her.

“Look… I’m not trying to justify anything here, but… if anything, you should’ve told Dom—“

“From the moment I screwed Reigns the first time?”

“Rips, Dom isn’t doing well right now.” Damian told her as he shifted in his seat.

“And I know you’ve been trying to call and text him, because I was with him last night making sure that he didn’t slip to any bars or anywhere else and cause some shit. He’s hurt.”

“And you don’t think I know that?” She asked with a scoff as she sat down on the bed, facing him. “Damian, I never meant for any of this to happen.”

“Then why didn’t you stop it from the moment you slept with Roman the first time?”

At the question, Rhea looked down at her fingers. She didn’t know exactly how to answer that question.

“… I don’t know. I mean, it’s hard to explain.” She mumbled as her best friend listened to her.

“Look, I love Dom. I loved him since the moment I started to see the real him when he joined our group. I love everything about him, even if people think otherwise. He’s what you would expect to find in a person; supportive, encouraging, happy, someone that matches your energy.”

She then held her breath for a second before trying to get rid of the knot that was forming in her throat.

“And… ever since I broke things off with Liv, I haven’t felt that way since then and… it feels nice to feel that way again after so long. But with Roman, I…” She trailed off once again before she took a deep breath and rubbed her face with both hands.

“Don’t overthink it, ma. Just say whatever comes in your mind first.” Damian told her as he held his hand out as a sign for her to calm down. She groaned, laying back against the bed frame while holding a pillow on her lap as she spoke.

“… I don’t know if that feeling I’m used to getting for Dom is still there or if it’s just… you know, fading.” She told Damian, the older male still listening to her. “And I’m scared that it is, because I fucked up.”

“So you’re conflicted between either getting Dom back or…?”

“No, it’s not that, but…” She confirmed before she ran a hand through her hair. “Look, I’m pretty sure it was a heat in the moment and that was it. It was never supposed to happen and I shouldn’t have allowed for it to drag on any further. The Bloodline and the Judgment Day are supposed to be allies. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Damian shifted in his seat, looking down for a couple of seconds as he seemed to ponder before he looked back at her. He was never the type of person to tell when his Terror Twin was wrong in any situation. But now…

“Look, I’m not here to tell you that you were wrong or anything like that, but… you need to get all of that shit sorted out or put aside before Crown Jewel.” He told her.

“I get it. Look, you don’t want to get up, you don’t want to do shit right now, you feel like shit, I totally get it. But believe it or not, Rips, there are people out there who refuse to see you weak over anything. I refuse to see you fall and lose that title.” He pointed at the belt that was hanging in the open-closet nearby.

“So right now you have two choices, Rips. Either sort all of this shit out on Monday, or sort it out after Crown Jewel. And another thing,” He sat up as he folded his hands in his pockets, still continuing his stern speech towards her.

“If I see Roman again trying to talk to you alone, Finn and I ain’t gonna leave till he says what he needs to say.” He said to her, “Whatever he has to say to you after everything that happened, he can also tell us, from now on. No more secrets, Rhea. I mean it. Not just for our sake… but if you’re considering taking Dom back, do it for his sake, too.”

“… thanks Priest.” Rhea mumbled as she nodded before she looked down at her hands. Damian only dipped his head and patted her shoulder lightly before he went to the door.

“I’ll check on Dom. You sure you don’t want to come down for gym?”

“I’ll just take today off… not really feelin’ it right now.”

“Alright. If you change your mind, you can call me. Oh, and one more thing,” Damian paused as he was about to open the door to leave before he turned to look at his best friend again. “Raquel called me asking about you.”

At that, Rhea blinked as she looked up incredulously. “What?”

“Yeah, she said she left multiple texts, she heard what happened last night backstage. Zelina filled her in when she heard it from Charlotte after she basically snitched on you to Dom.”

“Oh great…”

“Now hold on, before you assume anything… not to be that person, but given by the tone of her voice, Raquel seemed worried. Well, maybe a little bit.” Damian told her. “If you want to check on your texts whenever you want… I suggest you call her. Not that it matters if you do or not, but… your match at Crown Jewel with her and those other three women is coming up. I suggest you negotiate with her now that she seems to be concerned about you.”

At that, Rhea’s frame relaxed slightly while still looking unsure. Raquel has been attempting to go after her lately for costing her and Liv Morgan the women’s tag titles, so even if what Damian was telling her was true, she needed to be cautious. She trusted almost no one in the Women’s Division, at all.

“Well, imma go down for a few laps then eat something. I’ll catch up with you later, alright?”

“Kay. See ya. And thanks.” Rhea mumbled as she nodded while Damian left. She then placed her head against the wall and took a deep breath before looking at her phone. She was not going to have a good day, at all.

Raquel sat along with all of the wrestlers in the roster as they all had their breakfast together at the dining room. She had just finished making her own workout at the hotel’s gym so she was now just grabbing a quick bite before she could return to her room and begin her day. While eating, she pulled out her phone and verified if any of her texts to Rhea were even opened.

As she did, Damian had already arrived and sat by her side with a plate of food as he spoke.

“I just checked on Rhea and… she ain’t doing alright.” Raquel sighed at this.

“You’re joking right now?”

“Raquel, I’m her best friend—“

“Okay? And so was I at one point.”

“Anyways, she’s not doing okay. She doesn’t even want to get up from bed, I tried to convince her to come down, pero nada.” The muscular woman rubbed her temple as she turned to him.

“Look, Priest, she cannot be like this, okay? Not when she’s defending her title against me and three other women. Look, Rhea and I may have our own issues, but if I’m being fair with you, that’s the least of my concerns right now.” She spoke to him.

Some of the wrestlers around the table were hearing their conversation, but decided not to pitch in or take no part of it.

“What Rhea did was wrong. Dom didn’t deserve that, but that doesn’t mean that Charlotte gets to humiliate her like that and bring up her past and talk about it to everyone in here, out of everything.”

“So you’re saying that if Liv were to hear you right now, she wouldn’t be hurt by you taking Rhea’s side? Is that what I’m getting at?” Both suddenly heard Charlotte’s voice as everyone’s heads turned to face her. She stood in front of everyone at the table as she crossed her arms. Raquel stood up from her seat, a frown plastered in her face as she spoke.

“I’m taking no sides in this. And Flair, I think you should shut up and mind your business.”

“Oh? But me getting into other people’s business is what made Dom realize the type of person Rhea is, or am I wrong?” Charlotte asked as she tilted her head.

At that, tension arose within the dining table as some heads even turned to look at Dom who was gazing down, all the while Finn and Jimmy both sat beside him as they tried to distract the younger male away from Charlotte’s speech.

“Flair, that’s enough, take it easy.” Damian was the second one to stand up and also face her while he also stood beside Raquel.

“This is none of your business, and quite frankly, you shouldn’t have made this into everyone’s business. So do us a favor, sit down, be quiet, and let’s just have a peaceful breakfast, alright?”

“Damian, I hate to say this, but this stopped being a peaceful breakfast the moment she came here.” Bayley commented as she winced while pointing at Charlotte.

“Oh quit it, Bayley. Were you that ex friend that betrayed her own best friend back at NXT all because you were jealous of her succeeding?”

At the comment coming out from Flair’s mouth, the entire table tensed, but even so when Raquel’s expression changed as he looked at her. She knew exactly what she was talking about, and so did Damian.

At Raquel’s change in her body language, Damian looked between her and Charlotte before speaking to Raquel.

“Whatever she says, don’t listen…”

“Oh! Oh wait I’m just getting started.” Charlotte said as she turned to everyone while a sarcastic smile plastered on her face.

“At least I’m not the reason that Rhea became the person she’s today.”

“Charl, that’s enough…” Zelina mumbled as she rubbed the back of her neck, especially when she immediately looked away after noticing the death stare coming from Raquel.

“Oh, no, I’m not finished,” Charlotte piped as she set her plate down and turned to face everyone again, “On top of that, at least I’m not the reason why Rhea had started to obtain very big trust issues with everyone here. And to finish that off… at least I’m not some Rhea-Wannabe who only decided to team up with Morgan all because to try and prove ONCE AGAIN that she was better than Ripley herself.”

“Okay that’s enough—“ Damian stood between Charlotte and Raquel, “Cut it out, right now.”

“No, no. It’s okay,” Raquel suddenly spoke, eyeing at Charlotte dangerously, “Damian, go ahead and step back, because I don’t want to twist your arm.”

“Raquel, just stop it. She’s not worth your time right now.” Natalya was also someone who stood and pulled Raquel back. She gave her a stern look as she spoke.

“Remember, we’re all only here for work. No more dramas, no more fighting. If you guys want to fight over it, we take that in the ring. But. Not. Here.”

It was quiet and tense in the dining room, specifically in their table. After a while, Charlotte attempted to hold back a scoff before she went to take a seat on the other side of the table as everyone watched her keep her peace and eat. At that, they all proceeded to return to eat while trying to act as if nothing happened.

Raquel stared down at her for a moment before she sighed deeply while Natalya and Damian coaxed her to sit back down. When she was about to, however, she caught a glimpse of red and turned to see Roman from a distance walking out from the gym and on his way to the elevator. He had recently gotten out from his own workout and was going to be on his way to his room for a quick shower and a change of clothes.

At this, Raquel stood before either Damian or Natalya could say a word to her. She walked towards the tribal chief himself while exiting the dining room as some people watched.

“Pft, now she wants a piece of Roman all because Rhea got a piece of hi—“

“Charlotte, for fuck’s sake, shut up.” Came Dakota’s annoyed tone as she ate her oatmeal. Quite literally voicing out what everyone else in the table was thinking.

“You. Hey.” Roman perked up as he paused in front of the elevator and turned to see Raquel approach him. “We need to have a chat.”

“Better make it quick. I got an interview in a few hours and I need to get there by noon.” Roman casually said as he looked at his watch. Raquel rolled her eyes at him before she turned to him and spoke.

“Look, I don’t care what your little group and the Judgement Day have going on, I don’t want any part of that, but I’m just gonna tell you right now. Whatever shit that happened between you and Rhea, you better fucking fix it.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Roman. Your… fling with her and Dom realizing that she cheated on him with you is the reason why Charlotte won’t keep her mouth shut.” The Latina blurted out as she made a gesture with her arms.

“Not only is she still trying to drag Rhea as well as cause more issues to her because of that, but she’s also trying to bring more issues for me, and next thing you know, you’re gonna be the next person on her naughty list.”

“Look Raquel,” Roman turned to her as he rubbed his forehead. “I respect you, as a person and a wrestler. I may not interact with you as much, but I’m gonna clarify something for you. I’m not gonna let Miss Flair add me on her “naughty list” all because she’s deciding to cause more issues. Don’t worry about it for now. Plus, like you said, it ain’t your business. So you can breathe just fine, trust me.”

“In case you’re not realizing it by now, Rhea’s not okay.” Raquel quickly said.

“Roman, for fuck’s sake, she has the Crown Jewel match against me and many other women in the next few weeks. She barely gets out of the hotel room every morning and she only goes out whenever it’s about work or training, that’s it. And you probably might know this or not, but before we became enemies, she was my friend. And I’m not gonna sit here and lecture you about our tragic backstory, but my point is… if you at some point actually did cared about Rhea, even if it was a tiny bit, even if it was only during your tag match with her against Bobby and Bianca, even if it’s just a little bit, then you better fix this shit. And make sure Charlotte keeps her mouth shut.”

With that, Raquel stormed away while Roman watched her go back to the cafeteria. Looking at the time on his watch, he gazed at it. It was only a few more hours until he needed to get ready for his meeting later during the day. At the thought of it, he began to consider an idea.

Maybe he could still make small talk.

While he rode the elevator, he pulled his phone out and sent a message to her.

‘We need to talk, I’m heading to your room rn.’

What he didn’t know was that as soon as he entered the elevator to go to the 4th floor, Dominik was watching from the cafeteria as the other wrestlers beside him chatted and ate. Once he saw Roman was gone, he unlocked his phone, scrolling and looking through the many messages Rhea had sent him since last night as he began to ponder.

After a while, he took a deep breath and replied to her messages with just one question:

‘Can we please talk rn?’

[coffeebeans18]

Drinking together

Warnings: swearing, sex

Some kinky shit

Y/n's POV

I'm at the bar, drinking with some guy that I've never met before. He seems nice, but I'm keeping my distance. You know...except for accepting drinks from him.

But it's ok. I'm watching the bar tender make the drinks. This guy doesn't even touch them. He just asks me what I want, and tells the bar tender. He doesn't seem that bad. Maybe he just needed a drinking buddy.

As far as I know, he's here by himself. Maybe he just needed somebody to sit and drink with him. Maybe I needed the same. It's been a long week.

Guy: So, what brings a chick like you to a place like this?

We've been talking, but he hasn't asked me anything personal yet. But I don't know if I count that as a personal question.

Y/n: Long week. You?

Guy: Weird brother.

Y/n: You got one of those, too? I'm glad I'm not alone.

Guy: Mine has a drinking problem. What's wrong with yours?

(This is placed in Sam's demon blood era)

Y/n: Mine stole my boyfriend. I never had a problem with him being gay, until then.

I didn't think that would make him spit his drink out, in a fit of laughter. Maybe it's funny from somebody else's perspective. But it still hurts me.

Y/n: Dude.

Guy: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

He finishes laughing.

Guy: I really needed that laugh. I'm sorry about your boyfriend, though.

Y/n: It's ok. I didn't think we were gonna work out anyway.

Guy: That sucks. I'm Dean, by the way.

Y/n: I'm Y/n. You can call me Y/n/n.

Dean: It's nice to meet you, Y/n/n. You want another drink?

Y/n: I've actually had enough for the night. I should go home and check on my cat.

Dean: It was nice talking to you. I hope these you around, before I leave town.

Damn. I meet a cool guy, and he's about to leave town? Just my luck.

Y/n: I hope to see you, too. Later, Dean.

He nods and I start leaving. Of course, a guy starts following me to the door. And no, it isn't Dean. I wish it was, but it's not. It's some dork, who's mother obviously never taught him personal space. I try to ignore him, and keep walking, but he eventually grabs my shoulder, causing me turn around to face him.

Y/n: Can I help you?

Guy: Give me your number.

Oh he's drunk. Reeeeeealy drunk.

Y/n: No. You're drunk. You should go.

Guy: Or maybe you could give me your-

Dean: Or maybe you could leave her alone. She already said no. So get lost.

Guy: Damn. You could've told me you had a boyfriend.

He huffs and walks away. He might've been a dork, but he was a really big dork. I'm glad Dean was here when he was. I probably wouldn't have been able to fight that other guy off.

Y/n: Thank you.

Dean: Don't worry about it. I forgot to give you my number.

He hands me a piece of paper, with his number on it. Awesome. I got the cool guy's number. Maybe my night's actually gonna go somewhere good.

Y/n: Thanks. I was wondering how I'd find you again.

Dean: You got a ride?

Y/n: No. I was just gonna call a cab.

Dean: Or I can give you a ride. My car's outside.

Y/n: I spent all night with you. I think I trust you enough to give me a ride.

I let him take me home, and invite him inside. One thing leads to another, and now we're in my bedroom, where he's letting me do whatever I want to him. Of course, there are some things that I still ask permission to do. Like putting his dick inside me.

Y/n: Can I?

Dean: Whatever you want.

Y/n: I'll take that as a yes.

I put it in me, and start riding him. I'm not used to being the dominant one. I'm not sure if I'm doing it right. The guy is always on top of me. Not the other way around. But I guess there's a first time for everything.

This actually isn't that bad. Being dominant for once. I'm riding him, and he's moaning my name. I'm hitting just the right spot with his dick, causing myself to moan his name.

Y/n: Fuck, Dean.

Dean: You're doing great. Riding me like a champ.

He might be the sub in this, but he still talks like a dom. Maybe he's not used to his role in this, either.

Y/n: Oh fuck. I'm gonna-

Dean: Cum for me, Baby.

He sure does have a way with words. A way that makes me cum. He pulls himself out of me, and cums on my bedsheet.

Dean: You lay down, I'll clean this up.

He gets up from where he was laying. He leaves the room for a second, going in to my bathroom, and coming back with a wet towel. He cleans me off, and wipes off the sheet as best as he can. Then he lays down with me, holding me in his arms.

Don't let strangers take you home from the bar. But Dean's a good stranger. I'm glad I let him take me home.

Dean: You ready for round two?

Y/n: Fuck yeah, I'm ready for round two.

Mr. Mittens: Meow?

Y/n: After I feed my cat and close the door.

[missywritesfor7]

🔥 Pandora’s Hope | JHS 🔥

Synopsis: Hoseok and his girlfriend broke up just a few months ago and now all he wants is to get laid with no strings attached. One night his best friend Nari decides to help him with that despite being in a relationship with a controlling psycho. One time can’t hurt, but it turns into more times. Before they know it, Hoseok and Nari find themselves caught in a complicated web of sex, lies, crime, fear, and so much pain.

Or

Hoseok starts sleeping with his best friend but it gets complicated when her boyfriend turns out to be more than just an abusive asshole and they have to get an attorney and detective involved.

Pairing: dom!Hoseok x fem!oc

Status: Complete

Warnings: NSFW, smut, some more smut, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, cheating, organized crime, anxiety, depression, panic attacks, death, some fluff because Hoseok, parenthood, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 2: Ego ||

Saturday morning Hoseok wakes up and stares at the ceiling trying to figure out what happened last night. What got into Nari? How did he let her break him down so easily?

He had never thought of doing anything with her before. She always seemed off limits in his mind. Not only because she’s already in a relationship, albeit a garbage one, but also because he only saw her as his best friend. His little sister who he should protect although she’s only one year younger than him. But he can’t shake the image of her on her knees before him. The way she begged him to make her feel good. It’s like she learned his biggest weakness and used it to her advantage.

Was she in her right mind? Was she so mad about her fight with Leo that she lost all reason and Hoseok just so happened to be at the right place at the right time? Why did any of this happen?

His focus is lost, all he can think about is how good she felt, but also if it was a mistake. He wonders if he should go back to the bar tonight and ask her what that was about. Or should he avoid her for a few days and wait for the dust to settle first?

The day becomes night and he finally makes a quick decision to go to the bar. Somewhere in his haze he must have forgotten what day it is because he arrives to a busy and lively bar. Why did he think they’d be able to talk here now? Still, he takes his place at the bar figuring he’d may as well get a drink since he’s here.

“Whiskey?” Nari asks with a smile.

“I think I’ll just have a beer,” he says as if the whiskey was the problem last night.

“Beer?” She asks raising an eyebrow. “As you wish.” She smirks and fills a glass.

“Do I have to worry about your boyfriend showing up again?” He asks as she places the glass in front of him.

“No,” she sighs. “I don’t think so.”

“You don’t seem so sure.”

“You know how he is.”

“Yeah, I do. That’s why we need to talk.”

“You picked a fine time,” she chuckles. “You’ll be lucky to get me for five minutes.”

“I’ve got all night,” he says sipping his beer.

All night is exactly what it ends up taking. She’s moving around nonstop mixing drinks, cleaning counters, and flirting for a few extra tips from the big spenders. She refills Hoseok’s beer periodically but doesn’t stop for more than two minutes at a time. He’s about five beers in by the time the last customer leaves.

“How are you getting home?” She asks wiping down the counter for a final time.

“I drove,” he says finishing the last of his final beer.

“That’s not how you’re getting home though.”

“Why not?”

“Because I know you, and I know you’ve passed your limit a few drinks ago,” she chuckles.

“You’re the one who kept serving me,” he smirks.

“That’s why I’m the one who’s going to take you home.”

“You don’t need to do that.”

“But I want to.” She looks at him with her pleading eyes. That look is giving him flashbacks to last night that prickles his skin with goosebumps.

“What about your boyfriend? Isn’t he going to sniff your car seats and know you had someone else in there?” He says sarcastically.

“Don’t start, Hobi.” She says rolling her eyes.

“Are you going to tell me what last night was about?”

“Nothing,” she sighs. “He just…doesn’t like me working here.”

“You don’t say?” He says sarcastically. “Why is that?”

“He’s always accusing me of fucking my customers.”

“So in retaliation you decided to actually fuck one of your customers? Makes sense.”

“You’re not just one of my customers.”

“What am I then? And why did you…” He trails off waving his hands unsure of how to be direct about this.

“You’re my friend. My best friend and I trust you.” She pauses a moment while biting the corner of her mouth. “I’m just so sick and tired of him accusing me of shit all the time. I figured if he wants to accuse me of something then maybe I should just do it because what difference does it make? He thinks I’m fucking other people regardless.”

“So…you fuck me?”

“You said you just wanted to get your dick wet,” she smirks.

“Well yeah…but seriously, what was that?”

“I don’t know, Hobi,” she pouts. “I was mad and you were here. What do you want me to say?”

“It just caught me off guard. I wasn’t sure if there was more to it than that.”

“Let’s just say I was helping you with one thing and you were helping me with another. Like friends do.” She smiles as if she’s some mastermind for that thought. “Now let me take you home.”

That’s a bit of a relief to Hoseok. He doesn’t care what she has going on with Leo, or that she used him to get back at Leo or whatever it is she’s trying to do. She’s great and he wishes she would leave Leo and find someone better that actually treats her right. But that someone is not Hoseok. She’s his best friend and he doesn’t want this to turn into something awkward if she has deeper feelings for him and he has to turn her down because he doesn’t feel the same.

That was some amazing sex though.

The following day Nari sends him a text letting him know that she’ll take him to get his car later in the evening when Leo goes to work. He tells her not to bother, he’ll just schedule a ride to his car. However, she insists. She begs, to take him to get his car. Fuck her and her begging.

So now he has to sit at home all day without his car because he can’t resist a little begging from his friend. Does she know what begging does to him? They’ve been friends for 3 years and he doesn’t know why she’s suddenly unlocked his weakness. Why can’t he get her off his mind?

Just as she said, she shows up later in the evening and takes him to his car still sitting in the bar parking lot. It’s dark and empty since the bar is closed and when she pulls up next to his car he’s relieved to see that it hasn’t been bothered.

“Thanks for the ride,” he says unbuckling his seatbelt.

“No, thank you,” she says placing her hand on his.

“For what?” He asks a bit confused.

“For being a good friend,” she says softly.

“Of course,” he says unsure of what she’s talking about. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but everything,” she sighs.

“What did he do this time?” Whenever she’s like this it’s usually because of another fight she had with Leo.

“Nothing. This time it’s me.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been with Leo for 4 years. We’ve done a lot of things together.” She pauses and looks right into Hoseok’s eyes. “In all that time I’ve never had sex with him that was even half as good as sex with you.”

“Oh,” he says taken aback. He wasn’t sure what had been on her mind, but he wouldn’t have guessed it was that. He can’t deny that it definitely makes him feel pretty good.

“Hobi I know I kind of used you because I was just angry with Leo, and I’m sorry for that, but I haven’t stopped thinking about you. I haven’t stopped thinking about how you made me feel.”

“Really?” He feels the same, but this had to be just a one time thing. She’s with Leo, and Leo’s not the type of person that would take something like this well if he found out. Of all people that could offer to help him get his dick wet, it just had to be her.

“I can’t help it,” she says leaning closer to him and running her hand up his thigh. “You made me feel so fucking good. I want more. Can I be your slut again?”

“What? I mean are you sure? What about Leo? And what would that make us?”

“Leo wishes he could make me feel as good as you do.” She moves in closer to him and whispers softly in his ear. “I can be whatever you want me to be.”

Fuck. He knew she had a wild side but he never thought he’d be on the receiving end of it. He never once looked at her in a way that made him want to be on the receiving end of her submissive begging. Fuck her and her begging that has him about to burst out of his pants.

“Fuck, Nari,” he groans in frustration stuck between the angel and devil on his shoulders telling him to do two completely different things.

“Please, Hobi,” she whines brushing her hand over his hardening dick. “Let me take care of this for you.”

He’s frozen in place, effectively paralyzed by her soft lips meeting his. His breathing gets heavier as she reaches for his waistband and frees his dick. She continues kissing him with force, slipping her tongue into his mouth while using her thumb to tease his tip that’s already leaking from excitement.

“Riri,” he moans when she finally pulls back a moment for him to take a breath.

Before he can say anything else she bends over and slowly takes his entire length into her mouth. No matter what his head is telling him, his body won’t let him stop her. The way she moves her tongue over his most sensitive spots that he didn’t even realize he had makes it nearly impossible for him to stop her.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he exhales palming the back of her head and guiding it up and down his shaft a few more times.

“You taste good too,” she says coming back up to taste his lips again.

He wants to ask her so many questions. He wants her to make it make sense to him. He wants to know what her boundaries may be if she even has any. He needs to stop this and clarify a lot of things before they continue on. But instead she lets out another pleading moan begging him to make her feel good again, and that pulls his ego out.

“You want me to make you feel good?” He whispers grabbing a handful of her hair.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Will you do what I say?”

“Yes,” she moans again. “I’ll do anything.”

“Oh really?” He says giving her hair a gentle pull, just enough to reveal her entire neck. “What if I left a few marks on your pretty little neck?”

“Hobi, please,” she whines. “You know I would get in trouble.”

“You’re worried about getting in trouble with him, but you’re the one who said you would be my slut. Did you change your mind?” He tightens his grip in her hair conveying his displeasure with her for even thinking of Leo right now.

“No, I’ll still be your slut. Just…please, Hobi.”

“Don’t worry,” He smirks leaving a small kiss on her neck. “I won’t get you in trouble with your psycho boyfriend, but that means I’ll have to punish you another way.”

“Anything,” she moans. “Whatever you want.”

He releases his hold on her hair and swiftly pull her shirt over her head. She’s wearing a red lace bra that holds her tits up so perfectly. It’s hard for him to maintain his self control, not that he has much left at this point, but he enjoys toying with her. He enjoys teasing her just to hear her beg and moan. He enjoys swirling his tongue around her nipples and listening to her mewl.

“The shorts,” he growls releasing her nipple from his mouth. “Off.”

“Yes, sir,” she moans pulling his dominant side out even more.

She shifts around in her seat removing her shorts and revealing a red thong to match her bra that now sits around her stomach after he pulled it down to reveal her tits.

He watches her while slowly stroking his hard dick. He can’t get over how sexy she looks as he watches her obey his every command. The temperature in her car almost makes it feel like a sauna, but it only makes his heart race even more.

“Sit,” he says gesturing to his lap.

She ponders a moment getting ready to stretch her leg across the center console of her little sedan, but she looks unsure of how. He doesn’t say anything as he watches her finally lift her leg and slide it clumsily across his thighs. He wants to laugh, but he holds his dark expression and continues watching her comically try sliding herself over to his lap.

She gets about three quarters of her body over to him, but she slips and hits her thigh on the gear shifter. She lets out a yelp followed by an exaggerated pout in his direction, going from slut to adorable in a split second.

“Riri,” Hoseok laughs breaking his demeanor and pulling her into his lap. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” she pouts. “It kinda hurt though.”

“How are you so clumsy?” He chuckles burying his head in her chest.

“I don’t know,” she laughs shifting herself just enough for him to feel how wet she is through her thong against his dick.

“You better be careful,” he whispers with a smirk. “If you bruise yourself your boyfriend may think you’re fucking someone else.”

“Of course, I can’t have him think that,” she smirks grinding her hips into his cock.

“And yet here you are,” he growls returning his grip in her hair. “Begging me to fuck you.”

She lets out a strangled moan while working her hips into him more. He reaches his free hand down between her legs, slipping under the thin waistband of her thong and begins swirling his finger around her clit. He keeps the rhythm making her moans and whines rapidly increase.

“You’re so wet,” he says slipping a finger inside her with ease. “You must really want me to fuck you.”

“Mhmm,” she moans. “Please. I want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Will you be a good girl for me?” He asks pulling his finger out of her making her whine.

“Yes, Hobi. I’ll be your good girl. I’ll be whatever you want. Please fuck me.”

The amount of power she gives him when she begs burns him up inside. The way she impatiently grinds into him dying for him to fill her up. Teasing her any longer would only be teasing himself and at this point he doesn’t know if he can take much more. He needs to feel her surrounding him.

He pulls her thong to the side and positions her right above his tip. She tries easing herself down but he holds her up in place denying her for just another moment. He just loves hearing her whine for him. He circles his tongue around her nipple before dropping her down on his dick making her yell in pleasure.

He gives her no time to adjust and begins thrusting powerfully up into her. Part of it is because he loves to punish her, but also because he craves her so bad.

She says she hasn’t stopped thinking about him, and he hasn’t stopped thinking about her either. It’s not just the months he’s gone with no sex, but also the way she knows how to turn him on like no one ever has before.

The feeling of her warmth surrounding his cock renders him nearly unable to control his load that’s threatening to release into her. He can feel her clinching around him as she moans and squeals while bouncing in his lap. He won’t last much longer, but he can tell she won’t either.

He stops her movement, holding her down on his dick making her squirm and whine to get the release he’s denying her.

“Does someone want to cum?” He growls into her chest.

“Yes,” she moans. “Please…fuck I wanna cum all over you so bad.” She continues trying to break from his hold though she’s not quite strong enough.

“Do you even deserve to cum yet?” He smirks enjoying the sight of her quickly unraveling.

“Hobi please. I’ve been a good girl. I’ve been a good slut for you.” She sounds desperate and exasperated. “Please let me cum.”

He pulls her into his chest and returns to thrusting into her with no mercy. She’s moaning and sucking on his neck announcing her release that he can feel as she tightly molds around him.

“Fuccckkkk!” She yells reaching her climax and losing control of her body.

He continues going chasing his release as she rides through hers. He matches her moans with his own and let’s everything he has spill into her. She slowly rocks back and forth in his lap leaving soft kisses on his neck as he waits for his temporary paralysis to wear off.

“You’re so good to me, Hobi,” she says smiling and wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

“You don’t have to keep sweet talking me,” he chuckles. “Get home and get cleaned up before he catches you.”

“Yes, sir,” she smirks. “I’ll talk to you later.”

She’s unbelievable, but so satisfying.

[iam93percentstardust]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this (or when you feel up to it!), reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Ooh fun! I'm gonna go with semi-recent fics from the last year or so (with one exception) because 230+ fics means I have a lot of faves and narrowing it down is a pain.

Enchanted

Steve starts making his way back towards the directions of the cars, wanting to greet her, only to stop dead when he realizes who her date is. Natasha has brought Tony with her. Tony of the pictures, of the stories, of Steve’s infatuated little heart even though he’s never met him in person.

I love writing celebrity aus and this one was particularly fun because I wrote something I don't normally do with celebrity!Steve and nonfamous!Tony. Plus I got to write Natasha and Tony besties, which is always a lot of fun, and got to include a shout-out to my childhood best friend (and I always enjoy when I can work in references to my own life).

Death by a Thousand Cuts

“Tony?” Pepper asks, and he can tell just by the look on her face that whatever she has to tell him, it isn’t good. “What?” he asks. She looks uncharacteristically hesitant. Pepper isn’t supposed to be hesitant. She’s supposed to be barge-in, guns-blazing, unapologetically confident. “The news leaked,” she says eventually.

And now the flip side! Pop star Tony currently owns my entire heart, and I love the idea of breaking up and making up but with the added complication of having to do it on the global stage. There's just something extra delicious about Steve and Tony having to work things out when they have all these people shouting on Twitter and TikTok about how they're better off on their own.

Dear Juliet

When Steve Rogers is given a chance to accompany his friends to Verona, Italy, he's expecting to spend a few days wandering through vineyards and probably seeing at least one Shakespeare performance (and if he's lucky, finding some inspiration for his next webcomic). He isn't expecting the handsome brown-eyed man who works with Juliet's Secretaries or the decades-old love letter that he finds behind a loose brick underneath Juliet's balcony or that the response he sends to Dame Margaret Carter will be answered, not by another letter, but by the sender herself showing up in Verona. He isn't expecting that he'll get caught up in a whirlwind adventure to help Peggy search for her lost love, the woman she left long ago, her beloved Maria.

My current baby! Dear Juliet is an idea that's been sitting in my to-be-written folder for literal years. It was one of the very first ideas that I had for this fandom, and I've been chomping at the bit to write it since 2018. It kept getting put off though, first because I was working on three separate long fics at the same time and then I got caught up with all these other long fics over the years, but after I finished up MRaMRN last year, I told myself that once I was done with my long fic break, I was going to write Dear Juliet. And now it's finally here!

Tied Together With a Smile

“Captain Rogers, this is my sub, Maria,” Howard managed through a strangled voice. “And my son—” “I’m Tony,” YouKnowWhoIAm said, boldly sticking his hand out for Steve to shake. He took it, automatically raising it to his lips to kiss, the way he’d been taught to greet unattached subs as a child. It had fallen out of fashion while Steve was in the ice, and he’d mostly trained himself out of the impulse, but he just couldn’t resist when he saw Tony.

Age difference! Social media AU! Dom/sub verse! Art by two of my favorite artists in this fandom! I feel like this fic has everything that I love, and I pretty regularly go back to reread it.

Marvels Unsolved

A Buzzfeed Unsolved AU starring Tony and Bucky as two ghost hunters searching for truth and Sam as their long-suffering cameraman

Here's my little exception to the five fics because this isn't a fic, it's a verse, but I just love it so much. It's such a rare pair (I think I've written a third of the fics for this pairing), and someone once told me that I wasted a great AU idea on this pairing, but this verse is easily one of my favorite things I've ever written. I'm planning on wrapping it up next year, but I will very much miss it once it's over (and hey, if you like this verse, keep an eye out in October for another installment and a hint of a greater plot!).

[adesertintime]

For quite a while, I am overwhelmed. For some reason, I almost immediately find an image in my head that doesn't allow me to understand, but at least describe the situation, and that I now cling to, to have at least a modicum of abstraction going on. That image is that I have been given a severe whack with a frying pan. I can almost remember the corresponding sharp and transient impact sound and its metallic reverberation, and my mind, much like a trapped ulnar nerve, is now enslaved by the trajectory that is dictated by the early part of a damped oscillation.

As often with such things, there is a lot of irony in how it all comes about. Josh and Bede sleep at our empty flatshare after elegant Dan has had too much whisky and weed at Jonas' farewell garden party and is now, after emptying his stomach into André's toilet for a good while, occupying Jonas' couch instead of taking the car back to Edinburgh together with David. In the morning, Bede leaves early for a Fringe show, and so after waking up relatively late, Josh and I sit at our kitchen table, together with Jonas, having some caffè and pains au chocolat before we plan to head off to the sauna. We talk about Dan, I bring up how elegant the man had appeared to me at first, with his physique, his suit, his demeanour, and his watch. Josh mentions how he lost his ex-girlfriend from Italy to Dan, something Josh had emotionally overcome, but something that had happened between them. In my caffeinated mood, I must get my mother's Eric Clapton - Story CD from my room, and we must listen to "Further on up the Road". Soon after, we are sweating together in the Arlington Baths. I am still quite bubbly and chatty and talk a lot, with pretty lateral associations, kind of in that way that I do not permit Jonas to talk in without me hating him for it. Josh is just someone who knows how to make people talk about things that are important to them, someone I want to entrust with my whole life, someone who won't judge, someone who will understand. Josh mentions how something slaps, and I mention how someone had recently chastised my usage of the verb "slap" in that context as a ridiculous example of internet slang that they considered to be of particularly bad style. Josh does not seem as if this would change his vocabulary, but picks up on the thought by asking for more details about the hater, and I continue to mention that they were from Yorkshire, and that I recently dumped them, and hasten to add that I was not proud of it. Whether it was a Gestalt thing or a particular problem, Josh asks, and I chuckle to my German psychologist self and say yeah, it was a Gestalt thing, but something that was very far from being that person's fault, and that I felt sorry about it. Someone else entered the chat I say, and the Yorkshire person had been found on the apps, and now I drop the next brick, finding someone on the apps always left that slight sense of dissatisfaction for me in relationships. Jonas is sitting in the sauna, too, and I try to save the situation by mentioning that I rationally know that this is a stupid way to think about relationships, that I know entirely wholesome relationships coming from the apps, but that I just can't shake off this feeling about them. Another stranger in the sauna, who had, much to our disliking, forced us to listen to the BBC 3 in the gym earlier, chimes in and says that he feels the same as me.

Now we are at roots and fruits for a traditional Saturday brunch after the Arlington. André and Ina are there, too, and report that Dan must have left the house earlier. And Lavinia is there, arriving a bit later. Instead of following my continuously forwarded updates and invitations to tag along for our steamy morning routine, she has brought food to her colleague Dom, who is working his life away in the School of Infection and Immunology. The discussion reaches Josh's private life. He is going to move in with his partner, who is buying a flat, and working, and working out, and running marathons, and the like. I think Lavinia asks how they met, or was it some other similar question. They met on the apps. How her own relationship situation was looking like, Josh asks back. And it is this moment which completely deranges my life for a few days. Lavinia seems surprised by the question, and says, I think she says ambiguous, the situation is ambiguous, or complicated, or something like that, and Josh says oh I see it is ambiguous, ahah, and Lavinia nods, and blushes and smiles, and during all of this I try not to look at her and not react to it, but also a frying pan is being slammed in my face, and I have the worst pokerface of them all, so probably I am not very successful, and Jonas quickly de-escalates the situation and asks for Josh's leftover tomatoes that he didn't finish, and instructs me to have some as well, and somehow I manage to grind out that I am full, and I avoid eye contact with Lavi, who gives me an insecure smile, and soon after we pay and leave, and all I want is to either disappear or be just with Lavi to talk, but we are trapped in this script of a social situation of friends who are going to hang out in the garden on a sunny afternoon, and I wait in front of the café, and lean against a lamp post, while others are getting groceries from roots and fruits, and I try to smile into the sun and look relaxed, and Ina, who has probably heard about what is going on between Lavi and me comes out and says I look cool, in an encouraging and nurturing way, and we head to Huntly Gardens to sit in the sun, and Lavi takes a photo of Jonas and me from behind.

We end up lying in the grass, Lavi has brought a blanket and asks me if I want to lie on it, too, which I do, I lie on the blanket and put on my sunglasses and close my eyes and give in to a strong dizziness. Everyone is reading, but I have no book, instead I entertain myself with the rotating universe in my head. Lavi lies next to me and starts reading a book, what is the book someone asks, and Lavi responds it is a book given to her by Ele, and it is about love and narcissism, and my world rotates faster and wilder, and it might be now that I for the first time think how interesting it all is, I start observing my feelings rather than just feeling them, and I wonder, who is the narcissist, am I a narcissist, IATA, is she a narcissist, what is going on, why did she say that, mmh what you say, mmh what did she say, this smells like the beginning of the end I think, the strength of my reaction seems weird to me from a rational perspective, but it also must mean that the whole thing between Lavi and me is important to me, that is an informative thing to see so clearly, and I am lying there, and Lavi cuddles up to me, and I am getting even more confused, and at the same time I enjoy it and smile, and am overwhelmed, I have to pee, but I don't want to move, so it takes me a good while to pick up on some movement amongst us sunbathers and ask for the keys to go to Jonas' apartment to pee, and as I step back up the stairs from Jonas' apartment, Lavi is waving through the house's windowed front door, we stand in the corridor, and she says she doesn't need a toilet, she just wanted to talk to me, and she asks if I am ok, and that she realised that I am not ok, and I am close to crying when I say that I have no pokerface, Lavi says that's good, I say that she can say whatever she feels about her situation and that my reaction to that is stupid, and she says she didn't know what she was supposed to say, it was just Josh and not Yuxi and Jonas, she barely knows Josh, and I say that I think that the situation is interesting, that I like her, that I like spending time with her, and that my reaction tells me how important the thing between us is to me, and she says she needs time, and there is some heads getting closer to one another, and probably it is me trying to be tender with her, and her just trying to react in a way that is not too rejecting, and we go to the garden, and she says she actually would need a toilet, but she now prefers to not go, and we are again lying on the blanket, and I am only slightly less confused, this was only a tiny fraction of the amount of exchange I needed, and I close my eyes and think about the short conversation, and I get extremely dizzy right away, she needs time, this really feels like the beginning of the end, how do you bounce back from this, and I maybe think about how I would have wanted to talk about it all earlier, how I had wanted to tell her how writing to her on Thursday about ho bisogno di un abraccio felt like a risky move because I was again so needy to see her and the only one trying to initiate contact over the last few days if not two weeks, and she seemed to need so much time for herself and her work, so I felt I was probably ruining it by not just doing my own thing instead, but how at the same time I so much wanted to see her and talk to her, and all of it felt so weird because at the same time it felt so intimate and close and beautiful on Friday night at Rali's and at Lavi's afterwards and in the morning, but then so distant again at Jonas' garden party, and how I started to worry about how I mentioned to people that her mum was running a design gallery in Milan, and how she maybe didn't like me to publicise these private family details, so was that why she didn't want to see me again in the night after Jonas' party, and so on and so forth, I am ruminating and rotating, and breathing and thinking, and wondering about misunderstandings, and not being given anywhere close to enough time with Lavi to just address all of these things rather than freak out over them.

I want a book as well, and getting a book from home could be so quick, couldn't it, a subway home and back, could be just 20 minutes couldn't it, so I go to get Infinite Jest, and I stumble into Stratos, and we chat about his finished MSc dissertation, and his flat situation, and I awkwardly mention how he might move in with us once Galen leaves, and he mentions how I am his supervisor and how this would be somewhat weird, and I don't mind, I admit that this could be weird indeed, and say I got to run now but invite him to come by Jonas' garden later, and he wants to go and eat something now, and I take the subway home and lie on my bed and just want to cry, and can't get up for probably 15 minutes, then I reply to Donata who is inviting me to an aperitivo at hers, I say I'll make it by 7:45, and I go back to Jonas' garden, and I read a few pages, and then Stratos comes, and we chat about this and that, and Lavi is gone, and everybody is leaving, and Jonas goes into his apartment, but Lavi's stuff is still there, and I pack it up and Lavi calls, she is just back at the garden door next to her apartment, so I go there with Stratos and her stuff, we hand it over, and she is there with Dom who has cut his finger and fixed it with a bandaid, and I ask the two Italians what one does for an invitation for an aperitivo as I am not sure what the best thing to bring is, and Lavi says that I should go there, that it sounds great, and I feel angry for her telling me that because I did not ask if I should go, I wanted to know what I should bring, I wanted this to be a way of telling her that I am busy and unavailable tonight, ideally as a response to her asking me if we should do something that evening, but it doesn't turn out that way, and now I ask if wine and some crisps sound good, and Dom and Lavi agree that this would be a good idea, and Stratos and me head back to our bikes and cycle away, me to Waitrose and then home, where I find the Eric Clapton CD still on the kitchen table with its back side facing up, together with the coffee cups, so I take a snapshot of the kitchen table with an f-stop of 2.0 and move the focus on track 7 on the track listing, and I post it on instagram and feel good about it, nobody knows what it means to me in that moment and nobody likes the picture.

I move on to Donata's, where I feel completely numb, but I am happy to see Donata, and I drink a lot, and we mostly talk about superficial stuff, succulent Chinese meals, Italy, Rita who wasn't available, how the Normans invaded Great Britain, the Lord of The Rings, JRR Tolkien, how Donata's workplace in Italy treated her like crap, there is some friend of Donata's and Elias with her dog Patchy who wants to just fetch forever, we go inside in their living room and I am really drunk and feel somewhat fuzzy with Donata and Aonghas, and finally we listen to Eric Clapton's "Further On Up The Road" on Aonghas' glorious sound system.