#knew each other for quite a while and were undeniably close. even lived together and whatnot. and all tachibana really got to say when he

[designernishiki]

hot take but. oda is honestly one of the most interesting prominent side characters in y0 to me. like. don’t get me wrong obviously i don’t condone his actions, but speaking as a character design guy, i think he’s got a whole lot of complexity to think about in his story and identity that people tend to ignore/overlook because he’s not a black and white “good” person. like no shit he’s morally fucked, that doesn’t mean his intense pining and crazed level of dedication to tachibana and the lengths all his guilt and repressed love for the man he saw as the best thing to ever grace his life drove him to aren’t interesting to think about– if anything it makes him more interesting. he was. really something

[fastandcarlos]

Late Night Drives : ̗̀➛ Logan Sargeant

summary: with logan home, you decide to head off on an adventure, allowing the man behind the wheel to lead the way

A smile graces Logan’s face as you make yourself comfortable in the seat beside him, a blanket draped over your body. Despite you insisting that you were warm enough, he still watched you closely, wanting to be absolutely certain that the chill in their air wasn’t disturbing you too much.

A faint chuckle escaped as Logan began to rev the engine of his car, it was nothing compared to the engines that Logan started on his day job, but he still liked to impress you. He could feel your eyes watching him closely, leaning across and pressing a kiss against the side of your head as you rested your head further into the headrest of Logan’s car, admiring the view of him concentrating on what was ahead.

Around your car the sun was starting to set, the stunning shade of orange set the scene for you both perfectly. After a lazy day, you both craved the feeling of fresh air hitting against your body, and so when Logan suggested the two of you head out for a drive for a while, you found yourself unable to say no. Happy to play passenger princess whilst Logan took control of the wheel.

He wasn’t expecting you to agree to his offer, you were sleepy, surprising really when you hadn’t done much, but Logan somehow seemed to sweet talk you. Undeniably, you would agree to do anything as long as it meant that you got to enjoy Logan’s company for a little while longer, unable to bring yourself to separate from him for even a second.

“It’s not fair how one person can look so effortlessly beautiful,” Logan complimented, turning his eyes back to the road ahead of you.

“Don’t start being all adorable now,” you laughed, jabbing your fingertip against his arm, “you’ve been mean to me all day.”

A sigh came from Logan, “are you still bitter about the pancakes?”

“You ate my pancakes, that’s an unforgivable act.”

Logan could only shake his head at your dramatics, whilst he knew you were only joking, admittedly he did feel slightly guilty for stealing your food, and mostly getting a huge satisfaction from enjoying the meal he found on the counter top of the kitchen too.

“In my defence, you just left them there, so I just assumed they were for me.”

“Oh, I see…it’s my fault?! Well, forgive me for leaving my food unattended whilst I go to the toilet,” you cried out, rolling your eyes back at Logan. He was about to put his foot down on the accelerator, only to stop himself.

“Exactly,” Logan plays along, looking at you as if it’s obvious that this has been your fault all along. “You should know by now that when you live with me, the second there’s food around, it’s mine,” he added, chuckling away to himself, feeling your eyes burning a hole against the side of your head.

Once his laughter subsided, Logan reached across and rested his hand against the top of your thigh, squeezing it gently. You were as bad as each other, but you could never stay at mad at him, how could you when he smiled so beautifully across at you?

Together you were well known for your bickering, squabbling like children, but always making up. The feeling of Logan kissing against your cheek was enough for you to know that he was just messing with you, and that he was ready to get going and head off to wherever it was that you wanted to go.

You both put your seatbelts on, Logan winding the window down slightly to let in some fresh air, your fingers pressing play on the car radio before setting off down the road.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

You weren’t quite sure how long the two of you had been travelling for, but when the car finally came to a stop, a smile crept onto your face as you looked out to realise that Logan had stopped you both by the beach.

“It’s the second-best view I’ve had today,” Logan spoke as he watched the way your eyes narrowed, taking in the beautiful sight before you. Your head shook as you listened to him, glancing in his direction momentarily before taking in the beauty of the beach again.

You take a moment to shuffle in your seat, waking your body back up again. Your hand comes out from underneath the blanket, reaching across and taking Logan’s hand off of the steering wheel and intertwining it in with your own.

His hand is cold, thanks to the cool breeze that came through the window. Summer hadn’t quite arrived yet, but that didn’t stop him from wearing a thin shirt, knowing you always loved to admire the way the material gripped to the muscles on his body.

It was all comfortable between you, you wore smiles, relaxed, and made the most of being able to spend time together.

With the sunset behind you, Logan’s breath was taken away by the view beside him. His heart was racing, his mind still wondering how he ever managed to get so lucky, even after so many years together.

Logan was lost for a moment, until he met your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back to him, leaning across and peppering a kiss against his slightly chapped lips.

Outside of your car, the beach was still pretty busy. There were young families running around, dogs chasing anything they could find in the sand, waves smacking against the shoreline. Down by the water you could see a small gap in the sand, there was a dip where someone else must have been sat previously, a gap that looked like it was the perfect size for you and Logan to fit in and spend a bit of time together, being able to shut yourselves off completely from the rest of the world, even just for a few moments.

And as you pondered, it quickly turned out that you were not the only one to do so.

“What are you thinking pretty girl?” Logan asked, intrigued by what had made you smile.

“It’s just lovely down here, isn’t it?” You calmly spoke, unable to tear your eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of you, “our lives our so busy, and yet down here everything just feels so quiet.”

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Logan questioned, usually the two of you were on the same page, and he really hoped you were now too.

You were all too aware that the beach was Logan’s favourite place in the world, the spot where he could relax and forget about everything else. The positives, the negatives, the whispers that always went around the paddock, many of which seemed to revolve around him and the future of his career in formula one.

The nod of your head was all Logan needed to take the keys out of the ignition and climb out of the car, running around the outside of the vehicle.

“Here,” he proudly grinned as he opened up your car door and extended his hand out for you to take a hold of.

“Such a gent,” you teased, making sure that you still had the blanket wrapped around you and your phone securely in your jean pocket before letting Logan help you out of the car. It took a moment for you to wake your legs up, but Logan was happy to stand beside you and give you all the time that you needed.

Once your feet were on the ground, his arm moved to wrap around your waist. “Are you going to be warm enough just taking that down there?”

You hum in reply to Logan, “I’m more concerned about you; will you be warm enough just in that shirt?”

“Of course,” he insisted, “and if I get cold then that just gives me more of a reason to cuddle into you, doesn’t it?”

You couldn’t help but laugh as Logan tickled against your waist, knowing that you would never argue with him. After locking up the car and making sure that the two of you had everything that you’d need, intertwined together you made your way down to the beach, finding the perfect spot.

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Time ran away from you both as you settled in the dip that you had pointed out to Logan earlier. By now the sun was almost set, the sky was turning darker and darker, but that didn’t seem to bother either of you in the slightest.

The sound of the waves crashing filled those momentary pauses of conversation between you both, providing the perfect backdrop to your evening.

There was plenty going on around you both, but neither of you were paying any attention to it at all. All you wanted was Logan. All Logan wanted was you. It was as if there was an imaginary barrier wrapped around you both, keeping everyone and everything else away.

Your head was resting against Logan’s chest, propped up to try and avoid getting too many grains of sand tangled in your locks. Logan’s hands were all over your body, one on your waist to keep you close by, the other against the top of your head so that Logan could twirl a few strands of your hair around his fingertips whenever he found himself beginning to slip into a bit of a daydream.

“Are you warm enough?” Logan asked as his fingertips brushed against the goosebumps that were beginning to form on your skin. “We can go home if you want, I don’t want you to catch a cold or anything baby.”

“I’m good,” you whispered, trying your best to reassure Logan and stop him from worrying. You try your best to sound convincing, but with the sun now hidden, the coolness of the breeze is beginning to trouble you.

“I can tell when you’re lying,” Logan sniggered, able to read you like a book, arguably knowing you better than you knew yourself.

“Honestly, I’m happy here for a while,” you once again assured.

Logan hummed, although he was far from convinced, running his hand along your arm to try and generate some warmth. “We’ll stay here for a few more minutes, I’ve got something else in mind to finish our evening off, which I know you’ll love.”

“What’s that?” You quizzed, propping yourself up with a hand against Logan’s chest. He shook his head though, refusing to share what his plans were with you.

You tried your best to get his plans out of Logan. Your hands tickled against his tummy, fingers poked against his cheek and his ears, lips pressed several times against his cheeks and his lips, but he still remained silent. It was torment for you not being able to know exactly what was happening next for you both, but for Logan, it brought him a great deal of satisfaction to know that he was irritating you.

“You’ll love it,” he repeated, feeling you press yet another kiss along his jawline. “Do you really think I would ever organise for us to do something you dislike?” He then asked, however with Logan, you never managed to quite know what he had up his sleeve.

Feeling your eyes on him brought another laugh from Logan, especially as you doubted him.

“I’m not as horrible as you think you think I am I’ll have you know.”

“Do you remember the time-“ you began to say, only for Logan to cut you off by tickling your sides. The squeal that escaped from you earnt you a couple of glares from other people around you, but you didn’t care as you tried your hardest to push Logan’s hands off of you before you lost all control.

Unfortunately for you, Logan was far stronger than you, keeping his hands tight on your body as your legs kicked out against him, enjoying having you exactly where he wanted you.

Eventually, after pleading what felt like hundreds of times, Logan finally let you go.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before someone files a noise complaint against us,” Logan suggested, slipping his hand into yours and pulling you up from the comfort of the sand wrapped around your body.

You made sure to keep your blanket nice and tight around your frame as you allowed Logan to lead you back up the sand and towards the car. It was beginning to get quieter as people slipped away after the sun had set, giving you an easy path to the car. Like before, Logan opened up your car door for you, giving you a hand up so you could comfortably slip into the passenger seat, a seat that seemed like it had been moulded for your body given how much time you spent there these days, letting Logan drive you around.

“Are you still planning on keeping this a secret?” You quizzed as Logan impressively revved up his engine once again, nodding his head in response to you as he began to concentrate on safely getting the two of you to his next destination.

He smirked as you groaned, wishing that he wasn’t so secretive with you. “Just trust me my love, I told you that you’d love it, didn’t I?”

˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

And love it you did as the two of you sat with your feet on the dashboard, a portion of chips between you both and messy burgers being held in your hands. You had sauce dripping everywhere, half of your fillings were in the footwell of the car, but neither of you cared a bit, simply humming in delight with every mouthful that you took.

You soon realised as Logan drove where he planned on taking you, the burger shack that he was only allowed to indulge in during certain weeks of the year. You promised Logan that you would never eat from there unless he was allowed to too, and with a three week break at your fingertips, he finally had permission. You were bouncing in your seat as soon as you realised where he was heading for, desperate to get your hands on the treat that you had craved for so long.

Beside you, Logan was a lot calmer, but on the inside, he was a bubbling mess just like you.

You’re so lost in your bubble of delight that you’ve almost forgotten Logan beside you. “It’s unfair how one fast food place can make food that tastes so good.”

“They’re still not as nice as the burgers you make,” Logan remarked as he grabbed a napkin, reaching across and dabbing against the corner of your mouth where a bit of sauce was beginning to dribble.

“You don’t have to pretend to be nice to me, we all know that’s not true,” you replied, refusing to let him even make the comparison.

“I think this is the perfect end to the perfect day, what do you think?” Logan quizzed, taking yet another huge bite out of his burger, closing his eyes as he savoured it.

You nodded in agreement, “we should go on some late night drives more often if this is how they’re going to end.”

A chuckle came from Logan, “just don’t tell the team that this is where we ended up.”

“Of course, our evening ended with us going home and making a delicious, nutritious chicken salad for our dinner.”

Over the years you seemed to have perfected your ability to lie, the ability to save Logan from getting into trouble with his bosses by pretending to agree with anything that he had to say.

“And obviously whilst we were at the beach you were doing some sort of workout to make sure that you’re in perfect shape for after the break.”

“I like your thinking,” Logan chuckled, admiring how well you knew what you had to do.

“See, not just a pretty face.”

No, you were far from just that in Logan’s eyes.

“Thank you for such a lovely evening babe.”

Logan simply smiled back at you, your eyes were bright with colour, and most of all he knew that your heart was full of happiness after spending your day with him.

“Don’t be silly, it should be me thanking you.”

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[oldsoul007]

Haunted

charlie mayhew x reader

summary: Charlie seems to be haunting you so you must be haunting him

Charlie and I had once been inseparable, our relationship full of passion and dreams for the future. We spent years together, growing and learning from each other. However, as time went on, our paths began to diverge. We eventually went our separate ways.

Years later, I found myself attending a wedding at a quaint church in a small town. As I entered the church, I was struck by a familiar presence. There, standing at the altar, was Charlie. He was now a priest, his demeanor serene and composed. My heart skipped a beat as memories of our time together flooded back.

After the ceremony, I approached Charlie, feeling a mix of curiosity and old emotions. "Charlie, it's been so long," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Charlie looked at me, a gentle smile spreading across his face. "Y/n, it's good to see you," he replied warmly. Despite the years and the changes in our lives, the connection between us was still palpable.

“I’d love to get together, catch up a bit?” I asked. “Me too y/n, meet me here later tonight.” He smiled.

We spent the evening catching up, sharing stories of our separate journeys. While Charlie spoke of his calling to the priesthood and the peace he had found, I couldn't help but notice the familiar glint in his eyes. The feelings we once shared were still there, lingering just beneath the surface.

As we parted ways that night, I couldn't shake the feeling that our story wasn't quite over. And Charlie, though bound by his vows, couldn't deny the unresolved emotions that seeing y/n again had stirred within him.

I couldn't shake the feelings that had been growing inside me. Every time I saw Charlie, my heart would race, and I felt like I was being haunted by my own emotions. We stole glances at each other whenever we thought no one was looking, our eyes meeting with a mix of longing and regret.

Charlie felt it too. As a priest, he knew he could never act on the feelings he had for y/n. It was a constant battle between his duty and his heart. He found himself thinking about her more than he should, each stolen glance only deepening the ache inside him.

We both knew it was impossible. Our roles in life meant we could never be together, and yet, the connection between us was undeniable. It was as if our were two souls destined to be apart, forever haunted by what could never be.

One evening, after everyone had left the church, I found myself alone with Charlie. The silence between us was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions. I finally gathered the courage to speak.

"Charlie, we need to talk about this," I said softly, my voice trembling slightly. "We can't keep pretending these feelings don't exist."

Charlie looked at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and longing. "Y/n, I know. Believe me, I know. But what can we do? I'm a priest now, and you're... well, you're you. We can't be together."

I took a deep breath, fighting back tears. "I know it's impossible, but it's tearing me apart. I can't stop thinking about you, and every time we're together, it feels like we're haunting each other with what we can't have."

Charlie stepped closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's the same for me. Every glance, every moment we share, it just makes it harder. But we have to be strong. We have to let go, for both our sakes."

We stood there, the weight of our words hanging in the air. It was a painful realization, but they both knew it was the truth. Despite the deep connection we felt, we could never be together. The only thing we could do was try to move on, even if it meant living with the ghost of what might have been.

Charlie found himself in a whirlwind of emotions as he stood with y/n under the soft glow of the windows in the church. All he could think about was how close she was, how her eyes sparkled when she laughed, and how her lips looked so inviting.

Before he knew it, he leaned in and kissed her. It was meant to be a brief, gentle kiss, but the moment their lips touched, something ignited within him. He tried to pull away, to regain his composure, but he couldn't. The warmth of her kiss, the way she responded, made it impossible to stop.

I seemed to feel the same way, my hands finding their way to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Every time he thought he should stop, the connection between us grew stronger, more intense. It was as if the world around us had disappeared, leaving only the two of us in this perfect, endless moment.

Finally, when we did break apart, Charlie was breathless, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked into my eyes, seeing the same mix of surprise and desire reflected back at him. "I... I didn't mean to... I just couldn't stop," he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.

I smiled, my cheeks flushed. "I didn't want you to," I replied softly, and in that instant, Charlie knew that this was just the beginning of something incredible.

[unabashegirl]

Enticing 41 || Harry Styles

Summary: Harry is a young billionaire and CEO of his own company. He mostly keeps to himself, he is stern and very meticulous when it comes to business. He also likes to keep his personal life very private for the sake of his newly born son Oliver Styles. It isn't until he meets Y/N Y/L/N that everything changes. She becomes his new nanny after his previous one quits due to personal reasons. She is young, caring, and sweet. Will they ignore their feelings? Will Harry's girlfriend accept their love and leave them? Will she be able to cope with his busy agenda? What about Oliver's mother? Where is she? Who is she?

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The clock had ticked past midnight, and Y/N had gathered her belongings, ready to make the short journey back to her apartment. She had spent a wonderful evening with Harry and Oliver, and the bond between them had grown stronger with every passing moment.

As she prepared to say her goodbyes, Harry's expression turned somber, and a hint of desperation crept into his voice. "Y/N," he began, his words tinged with raw emotion, "please, stay."

Y/N turned to face him, her heart aching at the sincerity in his eyes. She could see the yearning there, the desire to keep her close, even if it was just for one night.

"Harry," Y/N responded, her voice gentle but conflicted, "I really should go home."

But Harry wasn't ready to let her leave. He took a step closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and vulnerability. "Please, Y/N. I don't want to spend the night without you. I want to wake up with you here. With me”

His plea cut through her resolve, and her heart wavered. She knew the depth of his feelings, and she felt it too – the magnetic pull that had drawn them back together, the warmth of his embrace, the shared laughter, and the connection that seemed to transcend everything else.

With a soft sigh and a loving smile, Y/N gave in to her own desires and to the undeniable connection they shared. "Alright”

Harry's face lit up with gratitude and relief, and he couldn't help but rush over to her, enfolding her in a warm and tender embrace. It was a moment filled with an unspoken understanding, a testament to the profound connection that had brought them back into each other's lives, stronger than ever.

As Y/N settled into Harry's spacious bedroom, she couldn't help but feel a sense of being a stranger in her surroundings. It had been a while since she had slept in this room, and the familiarity she once had was replaced with a feeling of rediscovery.

Feeling the need for something comfortable to wear to bed, Y/N looked at Harry with a hint of hesitation in her eyes. "Harry, do you have something I could wear to bed?”

Harry's understanding smile put her at ease. He knew that his bedroom could be overwhelming, and he wanted her to feel as comfortable as possible. "Let me find you something."

He walked over to the closet, where his clothes were neatly hung and organized. After a moment, he returned with one of his oversized shirts, a soft and worn-in piece that would provide her with the comfort she sought.

Handing the shirt to Y/N, Harry's eyes were filled with warmth and affection. "Here you go." He didn’t offer her pants. He knew too well that she hated them and preferred to sleep only with a big shirt and underwear. Y/N would say something along the lines that they made her feel trapped.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude as she took the shirt from him. She had missed these small gestures of care and consideration, and they served as a reminder of the intimacy they had shared in the past and were now rekindling.

"Thank you," she said softly, her fingers brushing against his as she accepted the shirt.

With a gentle kiss to her forehead, Harry whispered, "I just want you to feel at home here."

As she changed into the oversized shirt, Y/N couldn't help but smile. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes about the connection they were rebuilding. In Harry's big bedroom, amidst the uncertainty of the future, she felt a sense of comfort and belonging that reassured her that they were on the right path.

Harry turned off the lights in his spacious bedroom, the room was enveloped in darkness, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. The night had settled around them, and he knew that Y/N was somewhere in the room, finding her way amidst the shadows.

He had taken a moment to prepare the bed for them, ensuring it was warm and inviting. The sheets were cold from the room's temperature, but he knew that together, they would generate warmth that would chase away the chill.

In the quiet of the room, Harry's senses heightened. He listened intently for any sign of Y/N, the soft rustle of fabric or the faintest sound of her breath. He wanted to find her, to be close to her, to share this intimate moment.

As they settled into Harry's bed, their feelings of contentment and completeness washed over them. They knew that this was where they belonged – in each other's arms, finding solace and love in the shared warmth of the night.

Then, he felt it – a gentle touch against his hand, a tender caress in the darkness. Y/N had found him, her fingers seeking him out in the night. Their hands intertwined, fingers fitting perfectly together, a silent reassurance of their connection.

With a soft sigh, Y/N nestled closer to him, seeking refuge from the cold sheets in the warmth of his embrace. Harry wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

Harry’s hand gently found their way to the front of her body. They came across the small bump that was evidence of the life that grew inside of her. His hands caressed the bump over the shirt a few times as he pressed his chest against her back. His hands suddenly sneaked up her shirt and met her warm skin.

“So beautiful” he whispered as he felt her bare, soft skin under his fingertips.

It was pitch black, but Y/N had never experienced such an intimate moment with Harry. It was more intimate than the time that they had seen each other naked in broad daylight.

Feeling a surge of affection and emotion, Y/N turned around to face Harry in the darkness and quietness of his bedroom. She could make out the outline of his face, his features softened by the dim light filtering in from the window. Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips against his, pouring all her love and longing into that kiss.

Their lips met in a sweet, lingering embrace, a silent exchange of love and reassurance. In that moment, they spoke volumes without uttering a single word. Harry responded to her kiss with equal tenderness, his hands moving from her pregnancy bump to cradle her face, deepening their connection.

As they kissed, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the promise of the future they were building together. In the quiet of the night, their love shone brightly, a beacon of warmth and comfort in the darkness.

Their kiss deepened, becoming more passionate as their love for each other surged. Y/N's hands found their way to Harry's hair, tangling in its soft strands as she pulled him closer. His heartbeat quickened in response, and he pulled her gently closer to him, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace.

Harry's lips moved in perfect unison with Y/N's, as if they were two halves of the same whole. Their connection was palpable, and the electricity between them was undeniable. Y/N's hands found their way to Harry's hair, tangling in its soft strands as she pulled him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against her. Harry's hands roamed across her back, tracing every curve and dip of her body as he explored her with a sense of wonder and awe. As their embrace intensified, their breathing became ragged, and they broke apart briefly, gasping for air before diving back in for another round of passion and desire. Their lips met again, each kiss deeper and more intense than the last. Harry's hands found their way to Y/N's waist, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing together in a fiery embrace. Y/N's heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel the heat radiating from Harry's body as their embrace grew tighter.

In that moment, they were lost in each other, their love and desire for one another consuming them completely. All of their worries and fears melted away, replaced by the overwhelming sensation of being together, truly together in every sense of the word.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each touch and caress igniting a fire within them that burned brighter and hotter with each passing moment. They were lost in the moment, a moment that felt timeless and eternal, as if nothing else in the world mattered except for the two of them and the bond they shared.

In that moment, they knew that they would always be there for each other, through thick and thin, through the ups and downs of life. They were partners in every sense of the word, and their love would always be the glue that held them together through it all.

In the stillness of the night, their desires and emotions ran wild. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, a dance of love and longing. Harry's hands traveled down from Y/N's face to her back, pulling her even closer, as if he wanted to merge their souls in that single, beautiful moment.

Their kiss slowly evolved into a dance of longing and affection, a symphony of unspoken words. It was as if they were making a silent promise to each other and to their unborn child. A promise of love, support, and unwavering devotion as they embarked on this remarkable adventure of parenthood together.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads rested against each other, their breaths coming in sync. They exchanged a soft, knowing smile, filled with love and understanding. In the quietude of the room, surrounded by the shadows of the night, they were reminded once again of the strength of their bond and the depth of their love.

Y/N whispered, "I love you," her words barely audible in the stillness of the night.

Harry smiled, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "I love you to pieces" he replied, his voice filled with sincerity.

Y/N felt the gentle rise and fall of her pregnancy bump as they held each other close, a constant reminder of the new life they were bringing into the world. It was a reminder of their love's incredible journey, from the moment they first met to this beautiful, intimate moment in the darkness.

As the night deepened, they found solace in each other's arms, the cold sheets now a distant memory, replaced by the comforting embrace of the person who had always held a special place in their hearts.

With Y/N beside him, Harry felt a profound sense of peace. Despite the challenges and uncertainties ahead, they would face them together, and that knowledge filled their hearts as they drifted off to sleep. In that moment, their dreams were filled with the promise of the life they were building – a life rooted in love, family, and the enduring bond that had reunited them.

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She knew she should have gone with Donna, that now she knew who she was, and after being so close of hurting Rachel, she should keep her distance. Being around them, around him, was just indulging in temptation and that could only result in heartbreak. 

And yet... 

And yet, just five minutes of saying goodbye and getting into Donna’s car, she turned the vehicle around – ignoring Donna’s shouts that she would kill them – and followed the path Dick had taken towards San Francisco until she saw the minivan honking madly until he pulled over. 

“I changed my mind.” 

The way he had smiled at her them, the sunlight making his sweet brown eyes glimmer. Kory knew she was a goner. 

There was a silly fight over rooms, Jason didn’t want to share his with Gar, and Dick didn’t trust him to be alone, so he had to share with Jason and Rachel joined Gar without explaining herself. It hurt Kory, but she couldn’t blame the girl. 

Of course she had fantasied about him coming to her door, but it didn’t take the impact when he did. 

He looked so... Vulnerable there, standing in his pyjama, hair still wet from the shower, open and closing his mouth like a fish. 

She grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him inside without a world. Last time, she knew, he might have been the one to suggest they should stop, but only because he read on her face that she wasn’t comfortable with getting into a relationship while she didn’t know who she was, and when she put that in words it kind of sealed the deal. Gave the elephant in the room flesh and made it corporeal and too huge to keep ignoring. 

But know she knew who she was, she just needed to admit that for the first time in her live what she wanted to do and what was expected of her couldn’t be more different. 

“I...” he finally blurted as the door closed behind him. 

Kory licked her lips, and smiled as his eyes followed, and for a moment she contemplated trying to say something, to discuss first, even to tease him about not even doing the curtsy of bringing her a bottle of cheap booze. 

But to the hell with that, to the hell of getting to know each other now they knew who they were, to the hell... They would have time for that later. 

She pushed him to he bed and then crawled over, not quite sitting on him yet, but hoovering her hips over his, grabbing his face and putting her mouth over his. 

Even if she ever returned to Tamaran, right there, wrapped around his tongue, and safe behind his teeth, she found home. 

His fingers entered her hair, massaging her scalp lovingly while his free hand held her waist, digging his fingers in her flesh with the urgency he was trying to disguise in the slow, meticulous way he was letting her kiss him. 

The kiss was a difficult one to break, even thought he was the one who needed oxygen to live, every time she even attempted of making a pause, his lips followed back to hers, and they would lose themselves in another kiss. On a given moment, when she kissed his jaw, trying to spread her kisses down, and let the Earth boy breath a little, he pulled her mouth back to his with both hands, and she laughed. 

She only won a little bit of freedom, when tired of hoovering, she let her thighs relax, sat down, her hot core uncomfortably clenching meeting the rock hard bulge in his pants. 

“Oh god,” he gasped, eyes closed shut, brow furrowed as they rode together that wave of undeniable desire. 

Kory decided that she missed the taste of him even though it was only a couple of seconds since they were kissing, and sucked the skin of his chest, marvelling at how it changed colours so easily, he was so fragile and so strong at the same time. She wanted to wreak him so thoroughly that he would find difficult to walk tomorrow, she wanted to protect him so he’ll never feel pain again. She wanted so many things. 

But what about him? 

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered, looking up at him through her eyelashes, he tried to bring her back to his face, but Kory had secured his wrists against the bed, licking and sucking a path of fire down his chest, freeing one of his hands to pluck one button after another of his pyjama shirt. 

“I want you, god, I want you...” 

“Where?” she said letting go of his remaining locked wrist and teasingly kissing just over the boarder of his pants. “Here?” She kissed his bulge over the stripped fabric. 

Dick sucked the air in, his chest heaving. Kory had seen wonders, stars being born, galaxies dying, yet that was a more of a beautiful sight. 

“Come on, baby, or I’ll stop.” 

“No, please, no, Kory...” 

“No what?” 

“Don’t stop, don’t-” He sucked in another breath, and swallowed down, licking his lips and reaching a hand to her. “Don’t ever go away.” 

She smiled, honestly touched, but didn’t promise anything, she grabbed the hand he had offered, and intertwined their fingers, then, still making eye contact with him, she unwrapped his cock from his pants and sucked the tip. 

There were no way the thin motel walls blocked the sound he made. 

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[mindswehave]

The Eating-Too-Much-of-an-Edible-to-Seem-Cool-in-Front-of-your-New-Boyfriend to Having-Otherworldly-Visualizations-that-Lead-you-to-Believe-you-Knew-him-in-a-Past-Life pipeline

Heather Sillins. January 22, 2024

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I first met my now-boyfriend when I was coming out of a toxic relationship. I was really in no place to be starting over with someone new, but the pull I felt towards him was undeniable, so in true 21-year-old fashion, I said fuck it and took a leap of faith. We had been dating only a month or so when he invited me to spend the night and take some edibles. I ate more than I should have with great confidence – as if it would make me seem like it wasn’t one of the first times I had done edibles (once again, in true 21-year-old fashion). Well, about an hour in I started to completely trip out. I was laying in his arms, in his bed, when I began thinking about how new the whole thing was. I spent the year prior feeling like my legs were buried two feet underground in a sandstorm due to my last relationship turning in a direction I had never expected. Perpetually flirting with leaving my ex but incapable of committing for far too long. On a random Friday night I was able to make the dash and ran directly into someone else’s space. I was happy about it, but somewhat alarmed by how quickly I was moving on. Now I was in a new man’s bed with my head on his chest, out of my mind off half an edible, trying to act like everything was how it should be. I felt weird. I felt like I knew him so well without really knowing him at all. I felt shocked by my ability to leave my ex-boyfriend of 3 years in the dust one random Friday night. I felt so at home and so confused by the comfort this new person brought me. I told him I needed to close my eyes and turned away from him so he wouldn’t see the thoughts written on my face. My eyes were closed, my mind was racing. Suddenly, in my mind's eye, I was looking into a slightly shifting milky glaze – comparable to looking at a glass slide through the lens of a microscope. After a few seconds the space was stained with purple and blue dye. The dye swirled around before falling into its form – the side profiles of two skulls – one larger – blue, and one smaller – purple. In an intuitive wave, and with no cognitive reasoning, I somehow knew it was us. It felt like an image of our souls resting together in a past life. I imagined a different version of us buried next to each other in a cemetery plot somewhere in the world. I internalized it as a sign that I was where I was supposed to be. That this person I had only known for a few months was going to end up being someone very important to me. Someone that changed my life. Someone that showed me what the word love really meant. I felt overwhelmed... and a bit out of my mind. Here I was with a brand new person, panicking in his bed, on an internal spiritual journey uncovering our past and future, and I couldn’t even tell him because I had only just met him. But I felt it without a hint of doubt. All my fear of starting over with someone new melted away that night. It was the only time I felt connected to a life that I, consciously as my now-self, had never lived. A few months later he told me I was the color purple. He wasn’t sure why, he just saw purple and thought of me. Again, a wave of peace came over me. Still, I didn’t tell him what that meant. A year or two later, I told him what I felt that night. He laughed at the thought of a younger version of me panicking over a sense of destiny while he was oblivious next to me – totally enamored by Regular Show or Shark Tank or whatever mindless show we had on. It’s been nearly four years since that moment and it still leaves me with a sense of clarity that I can’t quite explain.

[nulltune]

"You know, in a town I stayed for a while was this tiny café next to a river. They sold all these little pastries, and even occasionally confectionery." Rin started recounting. Hair flowing in the digital wind, she stood in her usual spot on the rooftop, looking into the distance. It was a perfect recreation of what could be.

"On sunny days they'd have tables outside in the shade, but you could also go inside. It was the best place in town, you could always find people there on dates or spending time with friends. Even I was asked once by some guy." With a slight chuckle at the end, she continued, doing her best to remember the place.

It had been bothering her lately, Rin could tell. Everything about the situation, the war, her fate, who she was - or apparently wasn't. Hakuno had come to her for advice on something else, she'd forgotten what, exactly, by now.

"Though it was close to the town square, next to the market area, it was still tucked away enough to give it some privacy." She wasn't even certain if the place existed anymore - it had been years. Yet, that was not what mattered.

"I'll take you there. When all of this is over, and you wake up - I'll come find you and take you there." With a determination in her gaze, Rin finally turned to face Hakuno. It didn't matter what she had been told, Rin would defy fate for her. She refused to accept that this would be the end. "So don't you give up either." There was so much that she would show Hakuno, so much she had yet to have experienced. ( from rin obvs (ﾉ∀`♥) )

@fragmentm 🥹🫶

peace is a rarity in the lunar grail war  ——  an uneasy tension following the last master after each victory,  this heavy feeling plagues her always.  yet,  there was always something calming about rin tohsaka. brushing it off at first,  hakuno found it to be an undeniable fact with the passing days.  perhaps it was the sense ease that came with having an ally by your side,  she'd once thought,  though that term didn't feel quite right even then.

she'd thought about it again,  on a day just like this.  the days were always the same,  a perfect replication of something unknown to hakuno kishinami made a constant in this virtual world.  it didn't really matter to her—  and visits to the rooftop never brought any particular feeling from her either,  the vast expanse of the sky lacking the feeling of freedom when she knew it was nothing more than a false image.  how hypocritical of her,  she'd distantly thought to herself. 

half - lidded eyes had remained fixated on the ground,  and when her gaze lifted to meet with the familiar sight of rin tohsaka,  those caramel hues brightened.  there isn't anything to be felt in the digital wind,  yet it had felt warmer,  somehow;  a gentle breeze,  calming.  yes,  she'd realized then than rin had always brought out this sort of feeling from her.  a precious feeling,  one she owed to an equally precious friend.

though she wondered if she even deserved such a thing,  when she wasn't even anything.  nothing.

( she kept those thoughts to herself,  selfishly wanting to savor these brief moments together. )

today again,  she believed she'd approached rin in her usual manner  —  the same stoic expression,  a level voice.  even with an empty heart breaking,  she won't let it show on her face.

it wasn't a perfect act,  her brows furrowing slightly as their conversation shifted to something else entirely.  not because she was bothered by it,  but because she wondered why.  what was the point in telling her this ?   the question came to her inquisitive mind almost naturally,  trying to make sense of what the other woman seeked to gain from this.  that question would remain unanswered,  hakuno listening attentively instead.       ❛   did you visit that place a lot ?   ❜       she'd quietly asked,  her voice slipping out before she even realized it.

and without knowing it,  she found herself thinking about it,  imagining it.  the cool stream of the river's water,  the lively sounds of chatter as people conversed,  the sun's warm glow.  she wondered,  too,  about the kind of dessert rin would order—  whether she would have it with a drink or not,  and whether or not she was specific about it.  more sugar,  maybe,  or less ice.  she idly wondered about small details like that,  and thought about how she'd take care to remember it no matter how minor of a preference it may be.

she felt a tug on her own lips at the sound of rin's laughter,  a cheeky part of her tempted to comment about how you didn't break his heart too bad,  did you ?   but she opted to continue listening instead,  even though it was hard to picture all of these details when she knew none of it in the first place.  would she ever come to know more of the world  /  more to life  /  than what was in this artificial environment ?

it's so silly.  thinking like that,  and wanting to know more,  when she knew that she could never—

eyes widening,  no sound left the parted lips as her gaze met with those of a clear blue.  within those eyes of hers—  hakuno found a kind of freedom that she never could've found in this lunar sea.  what expression was she making now ?   the thought doesn't even cross her mind,  fixated on the prospect her dearest friend had offered.  a hope that she never thought she could grasp.       ❛   that  ...  sounds nice.   ❜       simple words of an earnest admission,  and hakuno realizes now that her hands had made their way to her chest.  underneath it,  her heart beats steadily.  a rhythmn that is undoubtedly alive.

could such a thing really ... ?   rosy lips press together for a moment,  a part of her knowing that such a thing was still too good to be true.       ❛   that girl ...  won't remember you at all.  it would be like strangers meeting for the first time.   ❜       that would be a version of her that isn't her.  an entirely different hakuno kishinami,  lacking our time together,  everything we've shared together.  she doesn't know if she could even call that girl herself,  if such a thing could even be called a solace.  and yet—       ❛   i have a feeling that wouldn't be enough to stop you,  though,  would it ?   ❜       she hardly needed to ask.  rin is stubborn like that,  after all.  a shared trait between the two who sought a different ending.   hakuno kishinami's conclusion is far simpler,  however.

a good-bye is inevitable,  but still,  i want to see you again.

❛   i'll be waiting then.   ❜      even if it seemed impossible,  she has complete trust in those words,  in rin.       ❛   i won't give up,  so please come find me.   ❜

[justanotherstarlightmonger]

Make it right

YOONMIN SMUT

SUMMARY: After fleeing from a severely abusive relationship, reader finds a country where she can start living without the continous shadow of her stalking, dangerous ex. She has a good job and two best friends that are no less than angels. But who knew all her repressed trauma and steel walls would come crumbling down in one movie night?

A/n: There isn't alot of Yoonmin x reader smut on here, so I decided I'd become a source hehe. Especially since they're both my biases. So here I am with this. I can make this a series if anyone is interested, just let me know.

Pairing: Yoonmin x reader

Warnings: (Alot) TW!! Sexual abuse, physical abuse, PTSD, panic attacks, dom Yoonmin, sub reader, derogatory speech, use of slut, pet, etc. Reader is freaky but is scared to show it, oral (m&f receiving)

Abuse is NOT done by Yoonmin.

Can be read as a single part or in continuation with the second part.

01 | 02

Masterlist.

FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS WELCOME.

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Movie nights with your two best friends were always something you looked forward to. The feeling of the fluffiest blanket you could find wrapped around you three, as you huddled close to each other on the couch of whoever was hosting, an impressive array of snacks on the coffee table in front of you, the lights dim and the vibes immaculate.

It didn’t really matter who hosted either, since it felt like their homes were yours and both Yoongi and Jimin were quite comfortable in your home too.

What surprised third parties was that despite only having known them for about a year and a half, there had been undeniable chemistry between you three, and you had readily become close to each other, to the point that now, you and Jimin were often hanging out at Yoongi’s restaurant, waiting for his shift to end so you could hang out together for a little while. On other days, you and Yoongi found yourself roaming the park outside the preschool Jimin taught at, waiting for him to be done for the day so you three could go for lunch, or simply have a picnic in the park, an activity that was routine and mundane to you by now, but in your heart of hearts you knew it was extremely cheesy, 

You were by now accustomed to the judgmental looks your co-workers and family members gave you, quite convinced that whatever was ”stewing” between you, Jimin and Yoongi was definitely not platonic. But you couldn’t be bothered much, since you knew it was all cool.

Or so you thought.

And so another Saturday evening found you on Yoongi’s couch this time, which admittedly was your favorite because crashing at Yoongi’s meant your favorite lilac fleece blanket, and the massive recliner he had in his living room, which you loved to hog. And of course, more snacks. 

That never meant you or Jimin were stingy with the snack provision, it was just that Yoongi had a way of just handing over his credit card to two over joyed kids who went berserk when it came to free reign over what to eat.

Of course you had some old people snacks for Yoongi too, as you loved to tease him about it.

Yoongi wasn’t bothered too much about whatever you or Jimin did, since he was confident enough in his own abilities to be able to handle both of you. Ever since the three of you had become friends, he often saw himself being the caretaker of the trio, especially since he was also the oldest, something that you and Jimin never let him forget.

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‘The one who hosts chooses the movie’ was the stupidest rule you had ever come up with.

Back to the wonderful investment that was Yoongi’s recliner, you curled up on it and made yourself at home, while Jimin was still in the kitchen rattling around for God knows what, and Yoongi had rushed upstairs to retrieve your favorite blanket before starting the movie.

You shot Jimin a filthy glare for the 10th time, blaming him for not talking you out of the decision when you proposed it, because now you were stuck watching the stupid psychological thriller Yoongi had picked out.

You fancied horror, but psychological thrillers just messed up your brain and you caught yourself pondering on the plot days later, in the most inopportune of moments. 

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The villain slammed a fist into the drywall, causing the female lead to whimper and stumble towards the door, as he effortlessly grabbed her by her wrist and spun her around, exposing her terror-stricken face to the camera.

You had to hand it to the actress, she was doing a fantastic job at making you incredibly uncomfortable.

“I said you’d be safe here, yet you try and run away over and over again.” he stroked her cheek, making her visibly curl up on herself in disgust, “You can’t leave.” he said decidedly and slapped her across the face, sending her shooting back on the bed, broken sobs shaking her.

Your heartbeat was erratic and you felt your throat constricting. Your palms were clenched into fists on your sweatpants and an involuntary tear ran down your cheek.. You took a heaving breath and rose, clearing your throat.

“Bathroom.” you mumbled and rushed off down the hallway.

Slamming the bathroom door behind you, you sat on the toilet, sobbing quietly. You tried to control your unsteady breaths and your shivering body.

You had not meant for this to happen. 

The movie had triggered the PTSD you had been suppressing from a bad relationship 3 years ago.

Your ex boyfriend had certain psychopathic tendencies which he had revealed to you when you had gone to spend the night at his house about two months into your relationship.

He had told you, you should move in with him, so that he could keep you “safe” whatever that meant, and when you had refused, he had gone off the walls and had locked you into the bedroom, begging you to reconsider. 

You had snuck out of his window a day later, not unbruised. Both physically and emotionally. 

He had kept you in there for a few hours, then had come back claiming he loved you, and he only wanted the best for you, as he had tried to have sex with you, which you had vehemently resisted, until he had overpowered you and forced himself on you.

You remember walking into the police station, bruised and beaten, and how you had gotten police protection yet somehow he always found a way to sneak back, until you had to leave your country and come to Korea.

Terrible, blood chilling flashbacks washed into your brain and you realized you hadn’t been keeping very quiet about your crying. You clamped a hand over your mouth, as a gentle knock sounded on the door.

“Y/n?” Yoongi’s voice sounded from the opposite side.

“Gimme a minute.” you called back, wiping your tears and getting up to see what you looked like in the mirror.

A mess.

“Y/n, open up.” Jimin’s voice was more commanding and an involuntary chill ran up your spine at another memory where you had barricaded yourself in the bathroom, and your ex had barked at you to open the door lest he break the door and make you realize how bad you were being to him.

No, Jimin wasn’t sinister. Dominant, yes. But never sinister.

You shook your head. You couldn’t associate Jimin with something so dark and sinister. No.

Jimin, who held only light and love in his heart. Jimin, who couldn’t see anything when he laughed, and Jimin who spent hours talking about the kids in his preschool with love falling from every word.

A sad smile adorned your face when you realized how much you had been attracted to dominant men. But it was that ready submissiveness that had given your ex the wrong idea. 

Your hands were still trembling, as you turned on the faucet to splash some water on your face.

“Y/n, open this door or so help me God...” Jimin trailed off. 

You set a fake smile on your face and swung open the door, to welcome two extremely worried, extremely good looking faces, looking at you with concern and anger combined. 

Wordlessly you slid past them and took a seat on the couch, snuggling back in the blanket Jimin and Yoongi had been sharing, waiting for them to come back, which they presently did, looking at each other, then at you.

You knew them well enough to know that they had been whispering about what had just happened in the hallway, you also knew they wouldn’t bother you just yet. 

Wordlessly the boys took a seat on either side of you, and Yoongi smiled a little at you and changed the movie to an animated one. You couldn’t help but smile and relaxed back into the couch.

Presently, you felt sleep taking you over, and your head rolled onto Yoongi’s shoulder. He petted your head fondly, and linked eyes with Jimin who moved closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, neither of them doing much more as you fell into a light nap as the movie continued.

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Yoongi looked down at your scrunched up face, very concerned by now at how restless you were. He nudged Jimin, who was in a better position than he was, and whispered, “Wake her up, she’s not getting anything from this sleep.”

Jimin frowned a little, “Are you sure? She’ll eat us up when she finds out we had no reason to wake her.” 

Yoongi nodded decisively.

Jimin gently nudged your shoulder.

You groaned, a stray tear trickling down your cheek. 

“Y/n-ie, wake up.” Jimin whispered, concerned.

You woke up with a start. 

“I’m sorry.” you whispered, unknowingly.

Yoongi tsked as you straightened up off him.

“You have nothing to apologize for. Tell us why you’re so upset.” he assured you.

You shook your head. “I’m not.” 

Jimin furrowed his brow and shook his head. “It’s definitely not nothing. So how about you tell us.”

“Or we tickle it out of you.” Yoongi placed his hands on either sides of your ribs and instead of the usual contempt and laughter, you visibly blanched and a shudder shook your body.

Yoongi withdrew his hands as if he had burnt you. “I’m sorry!” he gasped.

You felt the erratic heartbeat returning. You clenched your fists and took another deep, steadying breath. To no avail. Breathing was hard. Your hands trembled again as tears started to flow.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything. Either of you. It’s me. It’s my fault. I think I’m broken.” you cried out, grasping your head in your hands.

“What are you talking about?” Jimin comforted you. “You’re not broken.”

“Oh, but I am.” you sniffed

And so you found yourself telling them all you had not told them yet...

...And you needed alot of pats, and reassuring hand-holding to get you through the whole story. 

By the time you were done, both your best friends sported eyes darkened with anger, and fists clenched, jaws tight. 

“He’s lucky he isn’t on the same continent, so he’s safe for the time being.” Yoongi spat out.

“I’ll be changing that soon.” Jimin said, sounding colder and more determined than he ever had.

You shook your head vehemently refusing. “NO...no please... he’ll find out where I am...”

Yoongi wrapped an arm around your waist from behind. “Shh... he won’t get to you. It’s okay.” he shushed.

“It’s my fault.” you admitted to them.

Jimin frowned, a sign for you to elaborate. 

“He liked being dominating. I played along to his kinks. I gave him the wrong idea.” 

Yoongi felt like he would either burst out laughing or crying, he wasn’t quite sure yet. But before he could speak, Jimin piped up, “That has nothing to do with anything sweetie.”

“Of course it does!” you fought back, looking at Yoongi for support.

Yoongi nodded, “Just a little bit.” he smiled.

Jimin’s gaze softened as he felt helplessness settle into his stomach. He felt like he was suddenly useless. Even though he hadn’t even known of your existence at that time, the thought that his best friend had gone through that much made him sick.

He looked at Yoongi, his eyes stinging a little bit as tears formed slowly. Yoongi firmly shook his head, telling Jimin to hold it together. 

Wordlessly, you shuffled closer to Jimin, who was happy to wrap his arms around you, as you settled your weight onto his chest, inhaling deeply. 

What you had said about it being your fault, haunted Jimin in the silence that ensued. He felt your steady heartbeat and his mind came up with a plan.

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After about half an hour, you got up and announced you’d be off to the guest room to get ready for bed now. Both the boys nodded and let you go, and as soon as you were out of earshot, they huddled together.

Yoongi had judged by Jimin’s restless foot tapping that something was on his mind and sure enough, as Jimin laid his plan bare in front of Yoongi, Yoongi couldn’t help but be a little awe inspired by the way the younger boy’s brain worked. 

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Showering and changing to your comfy pajamas, you stood in front of the mirror drying your hair, when you heard the front door open and shut again.

Eyes wandering over to the clock, you saw it was nearly 1 am and you wondered which one of them went out at this hour. 

Unplugging your hairdryer, you stepped out cautiously.

“Chim?” you called out.

“He stepped out to run to the store.” Yoongi called from the kitchen.

“He went to the store this late?” you asked incredulous, jumping onto the kitchen counter, looking at Yoongi who seemed to be grilling some steak in a skillet.

“Yeah... he was craving some Japaguri, so he went to get ramen.” Yoongi said nonchalantly, flipping the pieces of beef, seared beautifully.

You shook your head. “You had fine cuts of beef but you didn’t have ramen in your pantry?” 

Yoongi scrunched his nose at you, one of his most endearing habits that made your heart melt, and blew slightly on the done piece of meat he had lifted with the tongs, extending it towards you, which you graciously accepted with a wide open mouth.

Your eyes met and an unfamiliar cacophony of butterflies rumbled in your stomach. Clearly you were still not okay. Your eyes widened as yoongi’s crinkled in a fond smile seeing you eat happily, as you hummed in favour.

“Chef min, your magical hands have done it again.”

“Aish! Don’t call me that!” his cheeks flushed rosy.

You giggled. “Our Yoon is so talented.” you praised earnestly.

Yoongi stepped a little too close, which surprisingly didn’t alarm you in the least. “That I am,” he said in a baritone voice. 

That’s when there was a knock on the door and you jumped off the counter yelling, “That’ll be Jimin!” 

You swung the door open and asked, feigning seriousness, “Did you get the goods Park?”

Jimin’s cheeks heated to a bright red surprisingly and he scratched the back of his head. “Umm yeah...” he mumbled as he took off his shoes and hurried off to the kitchen, exchanging a quick word with Yoongi before rushing to the master bedroom.

“What was that about?” you asked yourself as you went back to the kitchen, where Jimin was now seated at the breakfast bar, watching Yoongi assemble the bowls.

Finally settling down on the couch, you three busily slurped up the very impromptu midnight snack.

Jimin unexpectedly turned to you, with a slightly serious expression. 

You raised your brow at him.

“Y/n-ie...” he began, slightly unsure. “about what you told us earlier.”

Your heart dropped.

“We’re really sorry you had to go through that.”

You nodded with a wry smile.

“Hey, atleast I ran away and found you both.” you conceded.

“Is that why you’ve not dated a single guy since you came here?” Yoongi asked softly, his tone pleading honesty.

You got a little flustered and pursed your lips. 

“Since we’ve decided to be completely honest suddenly, let me ask something from you two.” you challenged.

“Yeah?” Yoongi was open to the idea. After all if he required honesty, he knew he’d have to reciprocate, especially if the plan had to go accordingly.

“Why haven’t you both seen anyone. I mean, it’s not like you don’t have prospects. So why?” you asked softly.

Jimin chuckled softly. “I have a feeling you already have an assumption, so let’s hear it first.”

You clasped and unclasped your fists. “Um... well...”

“We won’t judge you kid.” Yoongi assured you teasingly.

“Well...” you tried again after shooting Yoongi a stare of contempt. “Initially, I always thought you two had something going on among yourselves.” you chuckled a little. “I mean you two just had this unspoken understanding. This strange chemistry. Every time I was with you it was like being with two magnets. It felt like you just adopted me, and to be honest, I was content with that.”

You stopped to see two sincere faces looking at you attentively. That gave you more confidence. “Later, I joined the same wavelength, and things came easy to me. I don’t understand what telepathic level we���re on, but I knew full well that it was rare. I understood whatever that was between you two, and I was so glad you had accepted me into the equation. And other than the fact that I’m petrified of a man touching me, I also knew that if I started seeing someone, I’d lose this link with you both. And why would I want that?” you finished.

Jimin was smiling. “I mean, Yoongles would be an idiot to not be a little attracted to me. Have you seen me?” 

“Bold words coming from the kid who asked me if he could speak informally to me.” Yoongi countered.

You smiled fondly at them, feeling like another weight had been lifted from your shoulders, you took another bite of your noodles.

“But y/n, you said that the idea of someone touching you scares you...” Yoongi said.

“...yet you never even flinch when we touch you.” Jimin finished.

You blinked. You had never realized that.

“I guess it’s different with you guys.” you mumbled confused.

Jimin, always the one to take the initiative, leaned closer to you. “Let us show you why you shouldn’t be afraid. You shouldn’t be afraid to be touched. To have your desires fulfilled without the fear of someone abusing the power you give them.”

Your breath came unsteady as you looked at two pairs of similar, yet different chocolate eyes looking for your approval.

“I...”

Yoongi cocked his head to a side, caressing your cheek. A touch that didn’t repel you. It never had. It only ever made you feel warm and alright. “It’s your call, kitten. We’re not forcing anything on you, keep that in mind.”

Jimin nodded enthusiastically, his smile too joyful for the suggestion he was making. “We would never force you. It’s just a thought.”

“You guys... wanna have sex with me?” you asked.

Yoongi laughed darkly, and nodded. “Yes, blunt as that. Put it that way if it helps you digest it.”

“I don’t want to have pity sex, guys.” you announced and rose from between them.

Both the men shared a very confused look and rose in suit. 

“But it’s not pity.” Yoongi said matter of factly.

“We don’t pity you. We think you’re the coolest woman in the world, who deserves so so much more this fear of intimacy and we want to help you overcome that fear.” Jimin added.

Yoongi moved towards you, and placed an arm on your waist, once again you felt no repulsion. “We would never pity you kitten.”

Tears stung your eyes. 

“Oh baby,” You heard Jimin’s voice crack, “Let me help you.” he pleaded.

You nodded. You wanted to feel good. You wanted to feel desired. You wanted to feel safe enough to trust someone again, and you trusted these men. You trusted them with most things in life, and you saw no point in not trusting them in this too.

Yoongi’s shoulders relaxed, and before Jimin had even reached you two, Yoongi’s lips were on you, soft and inviting. 

The kiss was tentative, yet he held you strongly. You felt blood rush to your head and stumbled a little, when you felt another strong pair of hands grab your waist, holding you flush against a toned body. 

“We’ve got you.” Jimin assured you as he peppered light kisses over your neck. 

The almost foreign sensation had you gasping, as Yoongi deepened the kiss, his tongue entering your mouth confidently. You shut your eyes tight, angling your neck to give Jimin more access as you lost yourself to the sensations.

Jimin’s hands roamed upwards to your breasts, cupping them fondly from over your pajama top, circling your nipples that hardened to his touch almost instantly. You sighed as Yoongi pulled back and looked into your eyes, his own lidded and darkened. You took a deep breath, gathering your wits after the making out had nearly robbed your lung capacity.

Yet Yoongi seemed unfazed.

Jimin was still kneading your breasts as he whispered, “Her heart is going stable. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad sign.”

Clearly Jimin had some impairment in understanding the feeling of a thumping heart because your heart was definitely hammering in your chest. 

Yoongi laughed, kissing your forehead as he took your hands and led you, and by default, Jimin, into the master bedroom. 

He turned and unbuttoned your top, mouth opening slightly at the sight that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. “Good girl,” he growled, catching one of your breasts in his mouth and teasing it with his tongue. 

Your pussy clenched around nothing, and you felt yourself getting wet at their ministrations. Jimin was slowly grinding his crotch against your ass, and you clearly felt his hardened member straining his sweatpants. 

A particularly deft stroke of Yoongi’s tongue over your sensitive nipple caused a wanton moan to escape your mouth. Jimin chcuckled in your ear, “Is he that good with that tongue?”

“Yeah...” you whispered breathless, holding onto Yoongi’s raven hair, head reclined and leaning on Jimin’s strong shoulder.

"Oh please... Yoongiii" you moaned, your legs shaking slightly. Yoongi released your tit with a pop and looked up at you from that angle, making you gush at how hot he looked.

Jimin turned you around and attacked your lips again, lifting you off your feet by your ass, which he held tightly and made his way to the bed. He lowered you gently on the pillows and took off your shirt completely.

Yoongi had climbed up on the other side and began softly twirling your nipples, making you arch your back at the teasing.

"I want to see you both." You asked with a pout, which Yoongi was quick to kiss, as they started pulling off their shirts.

You were knocked dumb momentarily by how perfect the two were. Yes, you had seen them shirtless before but the filter of lust is a strong one. You still weren't comprehending that these two god-like men wanted to fuck you.

"What else do you want princess?" asked Jimin, palming himself from above his sweats.

You blushed.

"Tell us what you want us to do to you kitten. Don't be shy." Yoongi encouraged.

The kinks you had buried deep down inside you, with lots of resentment, were rearing their heads. Your core was wet and throbbing and your body felt appreciated and loved. You felt comfortable in your position, surprisingly. And so you weren't half as scared to voice out your desire

"I want you to make me feel slutty." You asked them.

Jimin and Yoongi exchanged a fleeting glance of shock, which was swiftly replaced by determination.

"Anything for you princess." Jimin leaned forward and kissed your forehead, then looked into your eyes and you saw a much darker notion take over. You felt the shift in the air as Yoongi roughly grabbed your arms and held them above your head.

His big hands proved advantageous as he held both your hands in one of his and the other cupped your chin, forcing you to look straight at him. You whimpered at the smoulders you saw in his dark eyes.

"Im gonna take off your pants and I want your legs to be wide open for me okay pet?" He said, his tone commanding yet reassuring.

You nodded, incredibly turned on as Yoongi let your hands go and slipped off your pants leaving you in your baby pink lacy panties.

"So pretty." Jimin cooed as he toyed with the waistband of the garment. "Did you know we'd spread you tonight? Hmm? Did you dress up for us slut?"

You nodded, tickles of anticipation running through your veins. That's when yoongi gently but firmly tapped your cheek, definitely not hard enough to be a slap. "Use that tongue of yours."

"Yes..." You gasped.

"Yes sir" Jimin corrected you.

"Yes sir" you complied easily much to his delight.

"Good girl. Too bad I'm gonna ruin them just like Im gonna ruin you."

You trembled from all the foreign emotions.

"Do you want that sweet girl? Do you want Jimin to ruin you?" Yoongi asked, playing with your breasts so leisurely as if they were stress balls.

"I want you to do it too sir." You ventured, your cheeks heating up with the words you said.

"Hear that Jimin? How greedy." Yoongi tsked.

Jimin chuckled and wordlessly slid off your panties exposing your gleaming core to his eyes. For a second panic overtook you and you looked to Yoongi for comfort and he reached out and swiftly grabbed your hand, squeezing it in reassurance. Jimin was quick to note that and stopped immediately.

"We good?" He asked.

You nodded meekly.

"Listen princess we don't have to jump into the hard stuff, we can start off soft." Jimin offered you a way to back out from your previous request graciously which you were quick to agree with.

"Yes please." You said as Yoongi swept down to peck your lips and helped you sit more comfortably on the pillows.

Yoongi and Jimin settled on either side of you and started humping your legs as they stimulated your tits some more, until you were comfortable enough to let them travel south.

You threw your head back and moaned in satisfaction as they pulled and kneaded the sensitive skin. "I want to see all of you." You asked them, something that they were happy to oblige.

As they took off their sweatpants, their tented boxers intimidated you slightly by the heights of their bulges. This was something of your best friends' that you had never ever seen, and had never expected to see, especially under such circumstances.

Yet here you were, palming both of them from above their boxers as they momentarily lost themselves to the welcome friction against their hard members. Yoongi was a second quicker than Jimin to remind himself that tonight was about you and grabbed your hand, kissing your knuckles, directing your hand to your own gleaming core.

You stared wide eyed at the tenderness he dealt you with, guiding his fingers between your folds, forgetting that he was touching your most private part and simply marvelling at his concentrated expression.

Yoongi, on the other hand, had to keep a really firm grip on his self control as he felt your wetness against his digits. He sucked in a sharp breath and looked back at you, smiling at your relaxed face. Jimin's fingers found their way to your clit too and the two found a tantalizingly slow rhythm between them.

Soon enough, you started feeling the lightheadedness you were expecting and dreading at the same time.

Why were you so scared of an orgasm? You asked yourself. But the fact remained that you were slowly getting more and more scared even though both of them were being nothing but gentle.

Your heart raced and your face turned red.

"Yoongi, Jimin, wait... Stop please" you pleaded. The response was immediate. All touching ceased on their parts and immediate attention was given to you.

"Talk to us princess." Jimin said softly. " Didn't it feel good? "

You hugged your knees to your chest, fighting back tears, partly from fear but mostly from how kind and attentive they were being.

"It felt good to begin with but... I started getting into it, and I got scared." You admitted.

"That's okay. No problem." Yoongi smoothed your hair over your shoulder and kissed it, then kissed your cheek. "We can take a break, hm?"

You nodded.

"Listen guys, we don't have to do this. I've lived fine all this time and I can go on living. " You proposed.

Jimin laughed softly. "If you want us to stop, say it in those many words huh y/n."

You fought with yourself at that. "I'm touched that you want to help but it's not your battle to fight."

Yoongi took your hand, Jimin took the other one. "It's not. But we can stand with you hm? We want to do this." Yoongi paused, "But if it's something you don't want, we're stopping this instant."

"I want it." You whispered.

"What was that?"

"I want it." You said slightly louder. "I want you both. I know I can do this."

Jimin nodded and tilted your chin upwards, "Yes, you can."

You smiled at him. "Try again?"

"As many times as you want princess." Jimin smiled back.

You straightened at that and sat on your knees in front of them. "Take those boxers off, let me ease you both a little."

Surprise shone on their faces and gave you immediate confidence. They complied though, finally exposing their erections to the cool night air and your waiting gaze.

The suspicion you had before was proven true and much more on top. They both had such girthy and impressive dicks that you felt quite lightheaded for another reason altogether. Yoongi was slightly bigger than Jimin, but Jimin was in no means 'small'. The tips gleamed in the evidence of the leaking precum and were swollen and inviting.

Despite your better judgement, you felt a strange pull to finally let your guard down. You slipped off the bed and kneeled on the rug beside the bed, hands on your knees. "Let me suck you?" You asked.

Jimin immediately came to you, and you felt happiness erupt inside you. You smiled up at him and lightly licked the tip, tasting the salty liquid.

Jimin's thighs contracted at your touch and he hissed. You had an idea that an erection prolonged this much would have been painful for him, and your heart swelled with how patient he had been for you.

You took the tip in your mouth, pumping his length with your hand as you slowly worked on moving lower down his dick.

Explicit words soon left Jimin's mouth as his cock tickled the back of your throat. "Your mouth feels so good baby." He caressed your cheeks. "Look up at me pretty baby, let me look into your eyes as I fuck your pretty little mouth."

His words sent your heart racing and your pussy clenching. You locked eyes with him as he held your face, slowly bucking his hips, settin a pace you were comfortable with.

Soon enough another bigger pair of hands were combing your hair out of your eyes and holding it in a ponytail behind your head. Jimin groaned at the sight in front of him.

"Oh Yoongi, her mouth feels soooo good. Mmmm..." He trailed off, throwing his head back, his hips snapping a little faster.

Yoongi leaned down beside you, whispering reassurance in your ear, only serving to turn you on more. "You look so perfect like this kitten. You're doing so good. Look how much he's enjoying this. Being such a good girl for Jimin hm?"

You gasped for breath as Jimin pulled his cock out of your mouth, moaning at the effort it took for him to get it back together.

"Come up here princess." He called you as you rose and he crashed his lips onto yours, inserting his tongue into your mouth and stealing your breath once again.

Face flushed and chest heaving, you broke away from the kiss, grabbing onto his chest as he rested his forehead against yours.

"So good for me. Wanna help Yoongi out now?" He cooed.

You nodded enthusiastically, causing Yoongi to smile fondly as he sat down on the bed and you assumed your position between his legs.

Once again testing the waters with what kind of reaction you'd get from the older boy, you kitten licked his tip.

Yoongi's reaction was instant and gratifying. He released a deep breath and cupped your cheek, nodding at you to go on.

Immediately you were taking him in your mouth, twirling your lip around his cock, earning a soft moan. You saw Jimin sit down beside Yoongi, pumping himself at the sight in front of him, and you felt a thrill at the audience you had.

You knew you'd never be judged in this company, and so you were confident in your methods.

You licked a stripe on the underside of his thick shaft, tracing an angry vein down there and Yoongi groaned, his leg trembling slightly.

"You sure know how to use that tongue huh kitten?" He praised.

You nodded, the motion causing you to bob up and down on his cock as it hit the back of your throat making you gag.

Yoongi chuckled and softly pushed your forehead indicating you to ease up. You let his cock go, looking up at the insanely attractive men that sat above you.

"How was that?" Yoongi asked.

"It felt good " you informed him, your heart bursting with joy.

"Good. That's great!" Jimin laughed. "Come up here." He tapped the space between them and you rose to sit there.

Once again caged between the two, you felt more at ease than before.

"Can we touch you?" Jimin asked.

"Yes, please."

"Choose a safeword in case you want us to stop again." Yoongi said thoughtfully.

"Um... Kiwi?"

Jimin giggled. "What's that about?"

"Why would I ever say kiwi in any other context?" You challenged.

Yoongi massaged your shoulders fondly, "She's getting her spunk back. Kiwi it is."

You smiled at him, ever grateful at how slow they were willing to go. That's when Jimin's ringed right hand found it's way to your inner thigh, making you gasp. Yoongi held your hand and circled your waist with his other one.

Jimin looked at Yoongi for confirmation if it was okay to keep on and Yoongi nodded, intertwining your fingers as you brought his hand up closer to your face.

You used your free index finger to trace his veins and marvel at his hands as you felt yourself relax as Jimin gently massaged your inner thigh, slowly but steadily moving towards your entrance.

Finally feeling the slick of your pussy, Jimin started stroking you, simultaneously kissing and sucking on your neck. You felt your arousal grow as Yoongi's hand left your waist and he pushed you backwards onto the mattress.

Yoongi got on his knees in front of you and positioned himself between your legs. "Such a pretty pussy, all wet and weeping for me."

His words had you clenching air and he saw your contraction. "You like that? You like praise pretty girl?"

Jimin giggled in the hollow of your neck. "I'll take care of that princess."

Yoongi blew on your heat, making your back arch. He held your hips down then, and licked a thick stripe up your leaking pussy, causing you to cry out.

"So sensitive..." He cooed. "I'll make you feel so good." He promised before we went hard.

His hands held you tightly from the waist as he dove in and out of your pussy, your juices leaking all over his chin, making a mess. You had never thought being eaten out would be this pleasurable. Your eyes rolled back into their sockets and all that came from your mouth was Yoongi's name.

He never let down, never stopped to catch a breath. He ate you out as if he had been starved and you unconsciously fed him to satiation.

"Yoongi, slow down... Im close already..." You pleaded him.

Jimin, who had been fixated on the spectacle unfolding before him snapped out of his reverie and assured you, "It's okay you can cum for him baby girl. Is he making you feel good?"

You nodded, gasping as Yoongi flicked your swollen clit, "Pleaseeeee oh fuuuckkk it feels so good Jimin ohhhhh"

Jimin's head felt light, as you grabbed onto his thigh as a tether to reality when you felt yourself slipping. He guided your hand to his painful erection and you happily pumped him, glad to have something to do with your hands.

The knot in your stomach threatened to crash the whole system. "Yoon... I'm almost there... Please don't stop."

Yoongi latched onto your cunt, humming deeply as the new form of pleasure shot through you as vibrations and you shut your eyes tight as your breath hitched and you climaxed.

"Oh my goooooooooddddd, oh fuuuuckkkkk Yoongi Yoongiiiiii" you called for him as your back arched and sweat collected on the back of your neck. He gently stroked your clit all through your orgasm, sending periodic shocks over slight overstimulation till you came back to Earth.

Gasping and trembling, you sat up clutching your heart as Yoongi lowered himself over you, caging you in his arms, kissing you, your taste still fresh on his tongue.

"I prepped you up real nice for Jimin. Can you take him now kitten?" He growled.

"Yes please" you were quick to agree, fear dissipating by the minute.

Jimin, on cue was already holding his thick cock in his hand, lubed up with his own precum. As soon as Yoongi moved a little to the side Jimin was there, his tip lining up your entrance.

"Ready for me princess?"

You bit your lip. "Yes sir." You reverted back to your original desire.

"Holy shit y/n" Jimin sounded surprised, yet he pulled through. He inserted his tip, teasing into your wet hole.

"Fuuuuck" you both groaned at the same time.

"So tight..." He groaned as he wiggled his hips teasingly and eased into you slowly.

About when half his length was sheathed in you, Yoongi kissed your collar bone and whispered "Breathe for me angel." The new pet name had you clenching hard on Jimin's cock, but also gasping for the breath you had been holding.

"Oh god princess, I'm right here. No one's taking me away" Jimin joked.

You spared a smile as you asked him, "Please go deeper, I can take it."

"I know you can strong girl." Jimin kissed your breasts as he swiftly inserted his whole length into you.

The sting was delicious and welcome. He remained like that, kissing and sucking your breasts until you ruffled his hair, "Move please Mini."

That's when Jimin showed just how skilled his hips were. Starting off comfortable and slow, his thrusts slowly got faster and deeper. Soon he had you whimpering and clenching onto him every time he slid out.

"Your greedy little pussy doesn't want to let me go y/n. You like my cock?"

"Yes... Mhmm... Yess I love it."

"Tell me more baby." Another punishing snap of his hips, sending you jolting up the bed.

"I love you cock inside me. I love how it fills me so much. I can feel everytime you move against my walls, it's so fucking deep Jimin, it's sooooo gooooood" you moaned.

"Oh fuuuuckkkk" Yoongi groaned.

"Dirty mouthed little slut." Jimin spanked your ass.

Jimin spread your legs wider, and hit your g-spot, making you scream. "Ohhh right there. Feels good. So good." You gasped.

That was all the validation Jimin needed to pound into you at that angle over and over again.

"Yoongi she's making too much noise, take care of that." Jimin growled and soon after you had Yoongi's delicious cock back in your mouth.

The image in your mind of how you looked all spread out and bare for your two best friends made your pussy gush and Jimin's assault on your g spot made your toes curl.

You tapped Yoongi's hips as he pulled back. "Something to say pet?" He asked.

"Im gonna..." You swallowed the excessive drool dangling from your lips. "Im gonna cum."

"You're gonna cum all over my cock huh?" Jimin asked.

"Can I please?" You looked at him with puppy eyes.

"Fucking shit y/n, Im not gonna stop you from anything with that face, you greedy girl." Jimin gasped, incredibly turned on by how compliant you were.

"Gonna cum around your cock." You mumbled happily.

Yoongi bit your nipple lightly. "You can do it kitty. Let's hear you cum for Jimin."

"I can feel you clenching me so tight baby. You're gonna cum so hard aren't you?" Jimin piped up.

There you went, off the edge with his filthy words. Your pussy walls rippling against his sensitive cock and the loud moans and curses you let out almost had Jimin spilling into you. He pulled out and rasped, "Where do I paint you baby?"

"On my tits." You moaned, still only half grounded.

When you felt like you were almost back from your high Yoongi's skilled lithe fingers began vibrating your clit so hard, you shuddered.

"Yoongi fuuuuuucckkkk what the fuuck??" You cried as Jimin groaned and ejaculated over your tits, painting them in creamy white substance.

"Oh y/n.... Look at what you caused. Look at me when I cum for you baby girl."

You forced your eyes open despite the way all your mind could comprehend was overstimulation.

"Good girl. Such a hungry pussy you have. Such a hungry, pretty pussy."

"Jimin, Jiminnnn." You cried for him even though Yoongi was the one abusing your clit.

"Feel good baby girl?" Jimin cooed.

"Please please Yoongi..."

Yoongi slowed down in due time. Kissing your leaking pussy. "My messy girl." He smacked your pussy lightly, causing you to whimper.

As Jimin reclined beside you, lazily playing with your boobs, you realized they seemed to be done.

"But Yoon, you still haven't cum." You protested.

"I can take care of myself angel, wouldn't wanna push you too far today." Yoongi countered.

"NO!" You sat up, cross.

"What?" Yoongi asked playfully.

"I think you know what she's saying Yoon." Jimin chided.

Yoongi's brows were still raised at you.

"Let me help you feel good, please?" You said, using the same expression that had worked on Jimin.

Lust clouded Yoongi's eyes again, as his pupils dilated and his cock twitched.

He bent down and grabbed your face. "How are you gonna do that?"

You laid back, pussy facing Yoongi, reclining on Jimin's toned abs and legs spread.

"Use me." You stated simply.

Yoongi could've sworn he came right there and then. He caught Jimin's eyes, who was mirroring the same expression.

"Very well kitty. If you wanna be fucked so bad."

You giggled as he positioned himself between your legs. "Can you take me?"

Jimin looked up, "I stretched her out quite a bit Yoon, you won't hurt her. Didn't I pet?" The last sentence was dripping in honey as he looked at you.

"Yes you did. You stretched me out nice and wide Jimin." You praised him as he growled and kissed you fiercely. "Such a filthy mouth." He spoke into the kiss.

A nudge at your entrance had you alert, but Jimin pinched your nipples, causing you to jerk and suddenly he had all your attention again, dominating your mouth and showing you how much he appreciated you.

And so when Yoongi started slipping into you, you moaned into Jimin's mouth.

And as Yoongi went deeper, it was Yoongi's name you groaned into Jimin's mouth.

And when Yoongi bottomed out, and you felt like you would split in half, it was Jimin who wiped your stray tears.

"A snug fit, even after Jimin fucked you so much... You have such a tiny pussy angel." Yoongi moaned.

"I can feel you so deep. It's like you're in my tummy." You moaned breathless, still aching from where he had entered you.

"Mmmmmm, you hold me so well." He said as he moved his dick a little, adjusting to your tight warm cavern.

"Oh goddd."

Yoongi started moving then. His pace was much faster than Jimin off the bat and you wondered how he had this much stamina stored inside him.

Your juices were gushing out by now, making a visible damp spot in the sheets, but Yoongi couldn't care less. He pounded into you mercilessly at a pace that surprised even Jimin.

By now, your felt like a lump of flesh that he was simply using to ease his desires. You felt boneless. As every thrust of his hips rocked you and the bed, causing your boobs to jiggle deliciously, all your brain registered was pleasure. That was it.

You were mumbling wordless nonsense when Yoongi grabbed your cheek harshly, throwing your legs over his shoulders. "Scream my name when you cum for me. Let everyone hear who's making you feel so good. Will you do that for me?"

You nodded vehemently, as if that wasn't what you were gonna do already.

It took you a minute to register that Jimin was vibrating your clit at the same pace that Yoongi was fucking you dumb.

"No... I can't... Too much..." You gasped as the knot in your tummy was painfully tight and you ached for release.

"Yoongi, Jimin please please pleaseeeeee..."

"Use your words pet, tell us what you want."

"I want to cum. Please don't stop."

"I won't." Yoongi snapped his hips faster, his thrusts sloppy but forceful.

You shut your eyes. "Look at me when you fall off the end slut." Yoongi barked.

You complied looking at his blown out pupils and fucked out expression.

You wondered what a mess you probably looked right now. Your hands went into your hair on their own accord as you clasped at anything to steady your brain that seemed to be scrambled.

One particularly well coordinated swipe at your clit and stroke at your g spot from the inside had you cumming so hard, you saw galaxies. Your juices squirted out all over Yoongi's hips and Jimin's hands as Yoongi exclaimed in pleased surprise. You still trembled under their gazes as Yoongi fucked you through the most explosive orgasm of your life and then pulled out, coming up to your face

"Open up." He tapped your lips.

Partly unconscious, you complied without a second thought as he released ropes of thick hot semen into your mouth.

"Drink up little slut." He groaned as he milked himself dry.

You swallowed easily, pleasing him to no extent and extended your neck, sucking on his sensitive tip to clean it off well.

"Y/n, stop unless you wanna be the end of me tonight." Yoongi warned.

You opened your eyes to see both your best friends looking at you with a mixture of awe and endearment.

Jimin's arms were around you in a flash, pulling you onto Yoongi's fluffy pillows and glancing you one over at any signs of distress.

Heat rose up his cheeks at seeing the evidence of his semen still shining on your hard nipples as Yoongi joined you both on the pillows, still breathing heavy.

Which you were too.

"Did we do good?" Yoongi asked jokingly.

All you could manage was a hum.

"You were so good for us baby." Jimin kissed you fondly.

"We're so proud of you kitten. You faced your fear, do you know how happy you made us?" Yoongi stroked your head

Their praise made tears well into your eyes.

"Why??" Jimin pulled away at the wetness on his cheeks as your tears trickled down.

"You guys made me feel so loved. Thank you." You hiccupped.

"You ARE loved y/n-ie..." Yoongi assured you, hugging you from the side as Jimin's arms joined the equation, not caring how sweaty and sticky all three of you were.

You lay there for a while until Yoongi almost snored. That's when you shook both of them awake and dragged them to the bathroom to clean up.

Two pairs of gentle hands washed you, pampered you and dried you. Two pairs of lips kissed almost every of your body and two pairs of arms engulfed you at all times to prevent you from feeling cold. You had never felt more attended to.

Moving back to the fresh clean sheets, you were placed in the middle like a little doll and were caged by two strong, toned chests and weighted down by clean blankets.

You felt all your worries slipping away as Jimin rested his nose in the crook of your neck and Yoongi gathered you in his arms, his body flush against yours.

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The next morning, you still had Jimin next to you, but Yoongi was gone. You heard movement outside though, so you assumed the early bird was working on making something to eat.

You tried to get up and realized just how sore you were. Every muscle hurt. You groaned. Jimin shifted. You shut yourself up.

You forced yourself off the bed, slipping into the slippers and Jimin's discarded t shirt at the foot of the bed. Cursing every movement, you made your way to the kitchen where Yoongi was humming a soft tune to himself.

"Yoon?" Fuck, why was your voice so hoarse?

Yoongi spun around and immediately was at your side, bracing you in his arms. He tsked, "It's too early to be up, why are you up and about? "

You pouted and mumbled "You weren't in bed."

Yoongi felt like his heart would burst. "I wanted some water my angel, I was coming back."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah..." He tilted your chin up and bent down to kiss you sweetly. "How are you?"

"Everything hurts." You groaned.

Yoongi laughed, a deep resonating sound that you felt rumbling in his chest as he still held you close. The butterflies danced again.

"You overworked yourself last night."

You blushed furiously. "I don't regret it." You said quietly.

"Hey..." Yoongi looked at you, "I can speak for both me and Jimin that we didn't either. I'm just saying you still look fucked out."

Your cheeks heated more.

"It suits you though little pet." Yoongi growled and your stomach flipped on itself.

Yoongi found your flustered state amusing, never having seen you speechless. He wordlessly took your hand and led you back to the bedroom.

Getting back under the sheets, you were met by a grumbling Jimin who rasped "Where did you go? I was cold."

"I'm sorry Mini, Im right here."

"Hmmm." Jimin sounded pleased at that, going back off to dreamland as he threw his arm around you, landing on Yoongi's chest. Yoongi chuckled and kissed Jimin's fingers, then settled facing you two as he kissed you both.

"Back to sleep now." He said sternly.

"Yes sir." You conceded, giving him butterflies all over again.

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Find PART 2 here

[boytouya]

like real people do

pairing ★ dabi x male reader

genre ★ fluff, angst, fluff, fluff, fluff, fluff...

warnings ★ manga spoilers, blood (crying)

w.count ★ 1440

request ★ “I nearly sent an ask to Slutouya thinking it was you for the 4th time💀 I want request headcanons of bath times with Dabi where he lets you take care of him, wash and baby him.” -anon

a/n: why did i realize that you said headcanons after i wrote it- i’m so sorry!! taglist in the reblogs <3

A single droplet of red makes way to cool water, swirling in different directions until it relaxes into a pale shade of baby pink. Touya’s back rests against the cool, porcelain surface of your bathtub, his cold staples pressing into his shoulder blades. Grooves of torn skin, rotten and purple, carry flashes of pain across his torso, his neck, his arms, his jaw. But with you, it feels numb. The gentle caress of water on his skin is almost heaven, soothing to his broken skin as he presses his head against your hands. Touya doesn’t complain, not when you fill a cup with water and pour it over his white locs of hair. Not when your fingers massage his scalp so tenderly, not when you hum to him.

His eyes, squeezed painfully shut with stress he didn’t know was building behind his skull, open slowly. You. You were his boy, his everything. The reason why he watched the sun rise, the reason why his touches across your skin would linger. The reason why he looked forward to the next morning. Even if it was filled with pain. You’d be there. You made life worth living. Maybe he cared too much, maybe there wasn’t really someone there for him, maybe he was making it all up. Maybe one day you’d disappear into thin air, leaving him with a wreckage of his own body and soul. And maybe it wasn’t genuine. Maybe it was a facade. Maybe you weren’t his boy, and he was yours. But he hoped, and he pleaded to anything, anyone that you were. He knew he was yours. And he hoped to God you were his. He loved you. Tenderly, tragically. He loved you.

Tonight, he’d stare at the cool water rippling in your bathtub and ponder. About you, about himself. A gentle shade of pink, the same as the limited space of healthy skin on his face when you said something to get back at him. Tonight, he’d let blood red tears trail down his face while he loses himself in the sound of your voice. Your humming, your laughter, your positive affirmations. Tonight, he’d listen. No arguing, no awkward jokes after you compliment him. He‘ll give in, just this once, for you. Maybe even for himself. A gentle kiss on his shoulder pulls him back to reality, Dabi’s eyes shifting upwards through his eyelashes to stare up at you. A bit silly from his angle, but everything he’s always wanted nonetheless. ‘Tense’ is the word your lips form, and he can feel his eyebrows press together in confusion. Your hand, steady against his quivering shoulder, presses down gently and- oh. His shoulders are tense.

It’s a shame he cant bathe for too long, not with skin grafts. But he enjoys it anyway, shifting his weight against the bathtub so he can face you, even with suds of soap ruining his hair. He can tell you pushed it back just to kiss his forehead, and there he goes...turning just as pink as the bloodstained water. Just about everything he knew was bloodstained these days. Soaked and overflowing, spilling over the edge until he’s drowning in it. It’s thick and merciless, creeping through his staples and stitches and-

You flick water at him in his direction, a sweet smile on your face. It reaches your eyes, high on the apples of your cheeks. So perfect. You’re so perfect. A pretty boy with pretty hair, pretty eyes, pretty skin. He lifts his hands, mimicking Frankenstein for a moment (which he deems as ironic, considering he was the embodiment of such a thing) before wiggling his fingers. Droplets of water land on your face, resting on your cheeks as your hands shoot in front of yourself. The sound you make is ebullient and loud against the tiles of the bathroom. He wished he could bottle it up, keep it safe around his neck and open it whenever he needed a mood boost. All to himself, something to get drunk on over and over.

Touya can’t quite place the sound of his laugh. Airy and tarnished, completely vacant of the bright boy he used to be. But he laughs anyway. He lets it float into the air, even if it falls on his thrawn ears, anomalous to even himself. You seem to never care, your eyes glazing over with something luminous whenever you hear it. He’d never admit it out loud, but it hurts his chest. The catch lights of your eyes reflect the dim lighting of your bathroom, and he can see himself in their reflection. Through your eyes, there’s nothing distorted. Nothing wrong with him, nothing out of place. Through your eyes, he carries the secrets to the universe. Beneath the sleeve of scars is something magical, enchanted and special. But Dabi remains stubborn— slow with handing you his heart. But you knew, and he knew. The best of him belonged to you.

Your warm hands cup his cheeks, just as he’d done with you several times. Sure, a bit of soap had smeared across his face, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. Touya can feel his heart do somersaults in his chest, beating against his ribcage as his heart begs him to say something. Give himself to you, offer his hands to sit atop yours, to engulf your own in his kindling flame.

Though the water had cooled long ago, the air against Dabi’s skin burns. Sets his skin on fire, surrounded by shades of blue, the same as his flames, the same as the blue chrysanthemums he gave to his mother in the hospital. It isn’t unfamiliar, Dabi is adjusted to the feeling of burning. Searing through his skin, tearing apart his grafts and leaving him weak. Weaker than before, on doe legs that can’t seem to keep him up. But that’s when he’d turn to you. He’d lean on you. He never uttered a word, not when it counted. Not about you, not about his feelings towards you, but his brain would sing about it all day. All night.

“What're you thinking about?” Dabi whispers into your palms, his eyes fluttering closed. Droplets of water rest on his long eyelashes, collecting at the tip of each strand until he blinks them away. You could only conclude that it was therapeutic for him, and it felt a bit intrusive to watch him relax in your hands. He was yours to hold, to collect the remains of his shattered bones and put back together. Something so raw, so disgusting, but so completely, utterly, undeniably Dabi.

“Just you,” You sigh longingly, dipping the discarded cup back under the water to pour it over Touya’s head. He can feel your movements against the undulation of the water occupying the tub, tilting his head back upon instink. He bares his neck to you, in its full vulnerability, no longer wrapped in bandages that were stuffed with mangled gauze. He lets your feathering touches linger, the corners of his lips blooming into a small smile when his ears pick up the sound of a twinkle in your voice. It’s small, but it’s beaming. Shining against the edge of the tub, illuminating his face. You pinch the skin on his cheek ever so gently, admiration bubbling inside your core when he swats at your hand. “What're you thinking about, Stitches?”

Dabi’s face scrunches up, his nostrils flaring as his staples pull at his skin. The nickname, though a bit unoriginal, was in homage to that cute patchwork bear in Animal Crossing. He didn’t quite understand why you thought of him, seeing as the character was cute and cuddly, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Because he did.

“This tub is big enough for two people.” He says instead, pulling your hands away from his scalp, though the rhythmic circles against his skull were good enough to lull him into a peaceful sleep. He only ever got those when he was with you. He knew you couldn’t join him, he was probably sitting in the bath for far too long anyways. But there would always be a next time, and next time he’d do the same for you. Whisper sweet words into your skin when you thought he wasn’t listening, cup your cheeks with his large hands, press his palms against the softness of your skin when you get tense. But for now, he’d relish in your familiarity. You were his sanction.

[apogueprincess]

Secrets Part Two - “The Biggest Shocker of the Summer” JJ Maybank x Reader

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Part two is now up! Sorry I know it’s a little past midnight now so I didn’t quite get this up on Tuesday (MST) but I got so excited and carried away while writing this that I couldn’t stop. I hope you love it as much as I do.

This takes place about two weeks after part one. It’s still a lot of fluff with a little tinge of spiciness sprinkled in but I promise in the next few parts this series is going to steam up and get a little more serious as we dive into the lives of JJ, Y\N and the rest of the pogues a bit further.

Any name suggestions for this series? Comment or send me any ideas here!

If you haven’t read part one to Secrets click HERE

Enjoy!

Warnings: fluff, sexual comments, a spicy moment

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Two weeks later

“Shhhh stop laughing you’re going to wake everyone else up,” you giggled softly as JJ failed to stifle his laughter. You’d been telling stupid jokes and making dirty comments to each other as you all laid suspended in the hammocks outside The Chateau. The other pogues were dead asleep in the neighboring slings. You could hear Pope’s light snores just above you as you pressed your hand firmly to JJ’s mouth.

You were still high off your asses and somehow not yet sleepy. The electric feeling of JJ’s hand resting against your warm thigh kept your mind at attention, his touch never wavering.

It was now two weeks after the night you shared on the dock with each other. Since then your time had been spent throwing flirty comments back and forth, stealing haste kisses away from the others and having deep conversations in the dead of night.

It felt like the most massive relief for both of you to finally have alleviated your formerly suppressed feelings. No more desperate longing stares from across the room, or undeniable unspoken tension when the two of you were near one another.

Neither of you were ready to let the rest of the pogues in on the secret you now shared. Even being curled up together right now wasn’t anything too unusual. You had always been close and sharing a hammock wasn't a strange occurrence, although the blanket draped over your bodies concealed just how close you really were.

JJ’s soft laughs started to waver as you lifted your hand off of his mouth cautiously. You gave him a warning glance to stay quiet, although a smile was still painted on your face. He kissed your lips sweetly, grinning like a little kid at your twinkling eyes and content expression. While gazing up at him you were still in awe of the reality that the strong, beautiful, yet also broken boy that you were already so in love with, was yours.

It hadn't been spoken yet. There were no prior conversations about labels or “I love you’s” or anything to define the nature of your relationship thus far, but the both of you were content with that. After so much time spent pining over one another, and what felt like a lifetime of being the closest friends, there was no need to rush whatever this was.

Besides, considering the blissful state you were both in right now, it had made it abundantly clear that this wasn’t just a fleeting feeling. You felt deep down that the young man who’s strong shoulder your head had found it’s place against, was your soulmate. Never in your 18 years of life had you felt more at home, or safe, or happy than you were in this moment. Sleep arrived before you realized, with your hand against JJ’s chest, your conscious mind slipped into rest to the gentle cadence of his heartbeat.

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The daylight peeked through the limbs of the tree above you as the sun rose into the cold morning sky. Eyes slowly squinting open you found yourself more or less on top of JJ. Your head had worked its way underneath his chin, resting on his chest as it rose and fell with his breathing. Your legs were completely intertwined and you knew there was no way you’d be able to move without waking him.

Your eyes glanced around to the surrounding hammocks to find Kie, John B, and Pope still comatose, not having discovered the two of you pressed against one another. JJ’s fingers were laced in your hair, his arm wrapped around you holding you close to his body.

A part of you wanted to just fall back asleep and let the others discover you two when they woke, but you knew you wanted to tell them in a different way. You weren’t sure quite how, but not like this. JJ had previously expressed his desire to surprise the pogues somehow. He said “I have an idea, but I want to wait a little bit. You’ll see.”

Cautiously you peeled yourself out from underneath JJ’s clutch, propping yourself up on one arm. As you looked down at his peaceful face he started to stir as he woke. Pressing your pointer finger to your lips you let out a soft, “shhh.” JJ smiled up at you as his eyes slowly fluttered open to see your rosy cheeks and sleepy eyes lingering above him.

Giving him a quiet kiss, you took his hand and led him carefully out of the hammock, being sure to not wake the others. While holding hands your four bare feet padded across the grass as they made their way into The Chateau. You were clicking the front door shut behind you when JJ suddenly grabbed your waist and pinned your back against the door.

“God the dreams I have about you,” he whispered as he pressed his forehead against yours, tilting his head down to kiss you. You gasped at the way his fingertips held you firmly, letting out the lightest moan as his tongue moved over your lips.

Parting them slightly you let him in, feeling your heartbeat rising with every breath you took. JJ pulled away again, his wide eyed expression so different to the sleepy face he wore just a minute ago. “So you dream about me huh?” You questioned with a playful tone dancing around your words.

“Who wouldn’t?” he beamed at you. Taking his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes flirted over your body. “But those dreams, that side of you, will only be for me.” Your knees felt like they were about to fail you, big time. You had had plenty of dirty conversations in the last two weeks but you had yet to hear that tone in JJ’s voice. Tempted, driven and serious.

Wrapping your arms around his neck you looked in his oceanic eyes. While your brain was searching for a proper arrangement of words to string together in response, JJ filled the silence for you. “But sadly, that all will have to wait for another day, soon,” he smirked at your exasperated face.

You let your head fall back against the door as you sighed deeply. “You’re just the king of making me wait, aren’t you Maybank,” you breathed, earning a proud expression from JJ. “Yes ma’am indeed I am,” he returned, “and I like the way my last name sounds on those pretty lips of yours.” He kissed your lips quickly and pulled away from you. Leaving you slumped over standing up, and sighing while trying not to laugh out of sexual frustration.

As he started to raid the kitchen cabinets for supplies to start up breakfast, you heard Pope, Kie, and John B shuffling up the stairs to the porch. You lept over to the kitchen table and took a seat at your favorite chair, hearing it complain underneath you as you shifted your weight to look relaxed. As the door popped open you hoped the burn that had worked its way up your cheeks wasn’t too noticeable.

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Two days later

All of the pogues had gathered at The Chateau once again, getting ready to go out for JJ’s 19th birthday. Since everyone had been working a lot over the summer, you all made a pact that you were going to celebrate every one of your 19th birthdays kook style. You finally had some money saved up and wanted this year to be one none of you could forget.

For John B’s birthday in late July you had all gone on a fishing trip on one of the nicest boats on Figure 8. Sarah’s dad had connections and rented out the yacht for the entire weekend, somehow trusting the pogues and Sarah with it’s safety. Thankfully though, it was returned without a scratch and you all lived to see another day.

Now in August for JJ’s, he wanted to take WaveRunners out on the ocean before sunset, and wrap up the night with drinks and family time at Tannyhill. Ever since John B let slip (or really you let slip) that he was seeing Sarah Cameron, she started hanging around the rest of the pogues, and really melted in well with the group. Her and Kiara had made amends for past transgressions, and everyone become close extremely fast.

You threw your loosely braided updo into a sort of messy bun, fussing in the mirror trying to make it look like something between pretty and functional. You knew it would probably get wet while being out on the water but nevertheless you attempted to look cute for JJ’s birthday. You had slipped on a brand new red swimsuit underneath your dress. It was a two piece with a pretty ruffle edged top, making your boobs sit a little higher than usual, but still comfortable. You loved it and couldn’t wait to see JJ’s face when you took off your sundress later. Its flowy black fabric dappled with tiny red cherries, just grazing the middle of your thigh.

Fixing the last touches of your makeup, you slipped on your shoes as you heard Pope holler from down the hall. “All right troops let’s roll!” Everyone piled out of their rooms/bathrooms, John B and Sarah taking a moment to locate their shoes before you all made your way into the Twinkie and headed off to Tannyhill.

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“This, this, is amazing guys oh my god! We can all ride together this is sick!” JJ’s face was just pure joy as he looked out in amazement at the three brand new, supercharged two seater Yamaha WaveRunners that the five of you had rented for today. “I thought we’d all have to take turns with one, holy shit!” He practically jumped up in the air as he shouted it.

“We love you JJ!” You all replied in a chorus, laughing as you joined in a group hug. It didn’t last long though as everyone started to race down the dock, abandoning your bags and shoes along the way as you reached the three tied up WaveRunners. You were laughing and cracking jokes as you pulled off your clothes to replace them with life vests. Even in the excitement you didn’t miss JJ’s piercing eyes trained on your body, the fiery color that adorned your hips making his own personal fire ignite in his stomach.

He pulled you onto the vehicle, Pope and Kie, and Sarah and John B following suit as you all headed out for an afternoon on the ocean. The feeling of freedom was soaring in your chest as you flew across the water. Jumping over little waves and wakes, gripping on so tight you were already getting sore, you felt so alive. This was all you ever wanted in life. A family and someone to love, and in this moment you had everything.

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Exhausted but so happy, the pogues were sat around the fire pit outside on the deck of Tannyhill. Everyone had ordered in dinner from one of the nicest restaurants in the outer banks, thrilling JJ again much to his starving surprise. Now drinking champagne (a very special occasion for everyone sans Kiara and Sarah) and talking about the fast approaching end of summer, everyone pulled in close to the flames. The cushions on the patio furniture had all sucked you in and your lightly buzzed conversations filled the warm breeze.

“I still can’t believe you two are together,” Kie giggled, glancing over at John B and the beautiful blonde that was nestled into his side. They shrugged and smiled over at each other as Pope piped in. “Yeah not gonna lie guys, probably the biggest shocker of the summer.”

Kie smirked and looked down at her lap, trying to conceal the memory running through her brain, “if only he knew,” she thought.

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Three nights ago

Kie stirred in her hammock, being pulled from her slumber to the hushed giggles of the two teens a few feet away from her. Not bothered enough to sit up or open her eyes, she attempted to return to sleep as her ears perked up. The sound of a few gentle kisses followed by silence caught her attention.

She heard the shifting of the two bodies as they got comfortable, and no more than minute later she heard JJ’s low quiet voice. “God I love you.” Waiting with baited breath, she heard no response from you as sleep had already pulled you in deep, your soft snores now joining Pope’s. “Finally,” she thought to herself with a smirk, and let sleep take her away once more.

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“Biggest shocker of the summer? Really?” JJ countered Pope’s comment, all of the heads around the fire turning to face him, including yours. “I don’t know man, can you think of anything more shocking than that one?” His doubtful tone questioned JJ’s remark.

“Hmm I don’t know. I can do this though.”

JJ’s bright eyes turned to face yours as he leaned up above you on the couch. Pulling you in he kissed you, catching you completely off guard as you smiled against his lips. You heard the “oh my god’s” and giggles and shocked gasps from your best friends as he let go and looked at you with the proudest grin adorning his cheeks. “Will you finally be my girlfriend beautiful?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes or ears as the words left your lips, “of course I will birthday boy, I thought you’d never ask.”

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[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Draw your swords, pt. 8

Summary: Forced to face their feelings, neither the Darkling nor his wife dare to speak them out loud. Influenced by Genya’s words, Y/N starts to wonder about her husband’s past.

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of alcohol, sexual content

Part one // Part two // Part three // Part four // Part five // Part six // Part seven  

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As a young girl, Y/N often daydreamed about her first time. She believed it would be with a kind man who’d move mountains to find her if she called his name. Reality was quite different – this man wasn’t kind, but he’d burn the world for her.

Whether he realized it, she saw through him easily. The Darkling is a symbol, the fear surrounding his name is all for show because he’s not evil. In fact, she’d go as far as say he’s redeemable. Anyone capable of love is capable of being saved and while she didn’t know what he needed saving from, her heart told her he’ll need her. And she knew he cared, she felt it in the way he held her in that tent, and again in the way he’d touch her when he had all the power just the night before.

Moving her head toward the other side of the bed, Y/N looked at her sleeping husband. His lashes are long, thick and dark, a beard that tickled her neck adorning his face. Asleep, his cheekbones were not as sharp, his face much more welcoming and relaxed. He didn’t seem as the formidable foe she imagined him to be.

Aleksander laid on his side, facing her. Pursing her lips, Y/N allowed her eyes to roam over him. His broad chest had a small area of dark, curling hair. His muscles are made large, shapely mounds. His arms are capped by a round, firm muscle. Biting her lower lip, her eyes continued down to his hard, flat stomach with faint lines forming separate areas of muscles, making her swallow thickly. It was only after a moment that her eyes went lower. What she saw did not seem so powerful as it felt the previous night, but as she watched, his manhood began to grow.

She gasped and her eyes flew back to his. He was awake, watching her intently with a smirk, his eyes growing darker by the moment. No longer was he the gentle man she had awakened to, but a man of passion, the general who showed her he was just as capable of leading a woman in the bed as he was of leading an army on the field.

Y/N tried to move away but Aleksander still held her trapped by her hair that strayed on his side, under his back. What was worse, she didn’t even want to fight him. Y/N recalled her plans for him clearly; but this was more than a plan she carelessly implemented. Everything was different now when she had the memory of his body and the pleasure he infused her with when he made love to her. Could that term even be applied to them, she wondered. Did he see it as making love or simply satisfying his needs?

“Stubborn wife,” he whispered and the tone of his voice made chills run along her arms. It’s more than the tone he used or the look of his dark eyes that had her insides turning, but the words he had spoken…it almost felt like a term of endearment coming from him.

Grimacing, she rolled her eyes at him, “Dreadful husband.”

Pursing his lips, he seemed amused rather than insulted.

She was right, their relationship has changed.

Irrevocably.

Last night she had thought she learned all there was to know about love between a man and a woman, but now she thought, perhaps she knew very, very little. There was much more to learn from this man and of this man and how to use that knowledge for her own gain, but right now? She just wanted to let herself go. She wanted to enjoy his company. For once, he was good-natured, playful even. She felt genuinely happy in their little bubble.

For a moment, Y/N wished to stay there. She wished he could always look at her as he is now.

She looked at him, his hair still a mess in the bright morning sunlight. She watched him intently, perplexed how he could look more handsome and more human than she’d ever seen him.

His eyes are nearly black as he pulls her to him again. He runs his tongue along her lips, touching the inner corners especially. She parted her teeth for him, desperate for a taste of him. He’s better than the richest honey; hot and cold, soft and firm. She explored his mouth as he had explored hers, no longer shy or reserved with him. How could she be when his fingers have delved lower, pushing inside her?

Gasping, she smiles against his lips. “Genya will be here soon”, she warns him.

"I don't fucking care", he insisted as he crashed into her, his arms wrapping around her like a cage she never wished to escape from. He brought his mouth on hers, inhaling her, "Do you even know what it feels like to be around you?! I can't", he paused as his arms drew away from her and she shuddered as he took the warmth they provided. With bruised lips, she watched as he ran his hand through what used to be perfectly tousled hair. Disheveled, he turns to her, "I can't breathe around you."

She chuckles at him, "Well, I am breathtakingly beautiful."

Rolling his eyes, the Darkling shakes his head, "Well, you're not unattractive. I'll concede on that."

She ran her hands over his back as he lowered his head to her neck, running his tongue along the pulsating beat of her carotid, the only friend he had in her – her pulse couldn’t hide how enamored or exhilarated he made her feel. Instinctively she leaned her head back, her breathing turning deeper, quicker.

When his lips and tongue touched her breasts, she nearly cried out. She thought perhaps she might die under such torture. Trying to pull his head back to her mouth failed as he gave a deep, guttural laugh that made her shiver, her insides turning with the sweet melody and her heart? Her heart felt warm, big and incredibly full.

Maybe he did own her.

A knock on the door had interrupted their bliss as Y/N stiffened, looking at the door in slight panic. If someone saw them right now, no one would doubt their marriage was a successful love match. They seemed happy, truly in love. That’s not how it was meant to be.

“Someone doesn’t value their life”, he grumbled under his breath. “GO AWAY!”

Clasping a hand over his mouth, she chuckled. “Who is it?!”

“General?” Ivan’s voice faded her smile instantly.

Even with Aleksander’s hands cupping her bottom, his body covering her and the door being shut, Y/N felt ashamed as if she was bare in front of the entire world.

“Unless the world is burning, leave me alone!” Pecking Y/N’s lips, he smirked, “I never get a peaceful morning anymore.”

Come to think of it, Y/N never found him in the bed when she woke up. This was the very first night they spent together and he stayed by her side. Considerate was never a word she’d use describing him before, but he is considerate, kind and incredibly cautious when it comes to her. It made her heart sink.

Hearing no word from Ivan, Aleksander’s hand moved. Caressing the inside of her thighs, he made her shake in desire. Holding her breath, she bit her lower lip. Still sore from the night before, she felt her stomach twist as he lined himself up with her entrance once more. Pushing himself inside, he captures her lips as she cries out. The pleasure is undeniable, but she couldn’t deny there was pain too. She clutched at him, her legs pressing around his waist as she rose to meet each thrust. Sweet torment he had inflicted felt as if it would split her in two - one Y/N to plot his demise and the other who’d never let him leave her bed.

Finally, when she was sure her heart would explode, she felt the pulsing throbs that released her and soon after, Y/N felt him speed up and his own release followed. Collapsing on top of her, Aleksander held her so close that she could hardly breathe. In that moment she didn’t really care if she ever did breathe again.

Aleksander didn’t move, still buried deep inside her as if she is his saving grace. It’s insane to think he could fuck her into submission and feelings. It was impossible to ignore the fact that she developed feelings for him, but that realization created doubts. Eventually, something will have to break – and the thought of hurting him suddenly felt too much to bear.

“Are you alright?” He moved her hair out of her face, remaining on top of her as if she’s a conquered territory he refused to leave.

Swallowing thickly, she nods. “Why aren’t you moving?”

Eyes widening, the Darkling felt heat rush to his face. He was trying to be sweet, to show her it was more than a quick fuck. It was indescribable for him – a dawn after a long night he’s lived in. No woman ever lessened the loneliness inside his heart and then she waltzed into his life. He couldn’t imagine living without her again. She was the northern star in his dark sky and he never wanted to leave.

“I should see Ivan about earlier”, he murmured, nearly wincing as he pulled out. She wrapped herself up in the sheets again, her eyes wide as she stared ahead, thinking about how badly she’s already failing her mission.

Frowning as she shifted, Y/N felt Aleksander’s semen leave her. She cleared her throat, her eyes watering. She felt disgusted with herself, like she needed her skin rubbed off with scalding hot water and peeled off if that didn’t work. She could feel him, smell him on every inch of her skin and the worst of it all? She loathed just how cold she felt when his arms weren’t wrapped around her. She absolutely detested how giddy her heart felt when she saw the shit-eating grin on his face as he brought her to climax.

“When will we visit the armies by the fold?” She asked, switching into the woman she is instead of the woman she’s molded into by his lips.

Impassive, he looked back at her as he worked on the buttons of his shirt. “Why? Don’t believe I’ve kept my word?”

It unnerved her just how cold his voice felt, how impersonal. Standing, she wrapped the nightgown around her body. Taking his kefta in her hands, she held it open for him to slip into.

His eyes flicker from the kefta to her, as if he’s confused as well. It felt odd not knowing their place now. Their previous dynamic was easy to settle into, bickering felt like second nature. Conversing without spewing venom brought unfamiliar discomfort mostly because they’d much rather return to the bed behind them. Leaving that room carried an unspoken possibility of their time together being nothing but a fluke – a onetime deal. The outside world carries responsibilities, the kind that places them on opposite sides of the war.

“Thank you”, he turns around, allowing her to help dress him. Wives do that, he realized. Loving wives help their husbands dress just as often as they help them undress. Husbands do the same for their wives – though he much preferred the undressing part.

He kissed her brow unexpectedly, eyes flickering to her trembling lips as they passed a surprised gasp. “I know you want to see the results on a field, but rest assured I’ve kept my word.” Licking his lips, he reached for a glass from behind her. Pouring himself a glass, he watched her gnaw on her lower lip. For once, the ice queen showed there are emotions inside her capable of more than just disdain.

Breaking out of her daze, she cleared her throat. “I prefer to have confirmation”, she remarked.

Snorting, he looks up in frustration. He wanted to grab her by the throat as he would with any other human who’d dare challenge him, question him. In his mind, he pinned her to the bed, his hands wrapped around her delicate little wrists. ‘Don’t play games with me’, he’d say, ‘Don’t ever think you’re capable of that.’ He wanted so badly to treat her the same, as an enemy, but she had done something to him. No matter how hard he wished he could fight it, something inside him came to life – his heart beats unburdened by the shadows, for her. It was always going to be her.

“I guess I’m asking you to trust me”, he looked at her with a softness he visibly struggled with. His hand griped the glass far too tightly for it to fool her. He was hurt by her insinuation and she didn’t know how to respond.

“Aleksander.” Calling him by his first name for the first time felt so natural, but terrifying as his eyes lit up when it crossed her lips.

He shuddered. “Say it again”, he commanded, his eyes darkened as he pressed his lips together.

The look on her face would surely haunt him for an eternity. She was shocked, maybe even frightened. She didn’t mean to call him by his name, she had made a mistake and he could read it on her face.

She spun, fleeing into the bathroom. She ran from him like he had come to steal her soul. He thought about chasing after her, but it would be futile. She would return on her own. She lost the game, she was his. He swallowed his whisky and smiled. Perhaps the way his heart fluttered at the sound of his true name passing her lips should have been a sign he lost the game too, but he didn’t give it a second thought.

She is his.

Once he left, she did exactly as she wished – she scrubbed herself clean of any remainders of him. He’ll walk around with her scent clinging to him, but she will not be branded his. Though her hips bear his markings, she felt satisfied they were easily covered with a kefta.

“You don’t have to say it”, Genya raised an eyebrow at the shadows of Kirigan’s fingertips across her friend’s hips.

“Say what?” Y/N narrowed her eyes, her heart picking up pace.

Smirking, Genya lowered her voice, “You enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

Rolling her eyes, Y/N, exhaled audibly through her nose. “It wasn’t terrible.”

“Ha!” Genya clapped her hands, “We are winning today!”

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N turned her undivided attention to an overly excited Genya. “Care to explain?”

“Well”, she shrugged innocently, “I may have found us a new ally.”

Stunned, Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub. “Who?”

“David”, Genya exclaimed.

“Isn’t he Kirigan’s little…pet?”

Knitting her eyebrows, Genya huffed, “No! He’s a brilliant man and he believes in equality and a brighter future.”

“But can we trust him with the secret?”

Swallowing thickly, Genya paused. Inhaling deeply, she nods. “I’d vouch for him.”

“I need concrete proof”, Y/N sighs, “This isn’t going to end well for us if he decides to spill everything to Kirigan!”

Rubbing her temples, Y/N felt as if the pressure inside her head would cause her brain to burst. It’s pressing in, choking every good idea she’s ever had.

“What would happen if he did know?” Genya crouched before her. With her hands on Y/N’s knees, Genya sighed. “Maybe he’d be receptive too.”

Snorting, Y/N couldn’t believe how naïve Genya is. “No. He’d be too angry to see the big picture.”

It didn’t matter that he’s begun colonizing Y/N’s heart or that every inch of her skin craved the touch of his hand. It felt as if she were invincible when he stood beside her, as if he had made her fireproof. No scar hurt when he kissed her, no grief was too difficult to bear when he looked at her.

“Damn it”, Y/N covered her face, “I want to believe in him, I do.” She couldn’t help but wonder if her feelings are the aftermath of the night he saved her life or the night of ecstasy he had given her. Is it really genuine emotion or did her heart move to her vagina?

“So believe”, Genya encouraged. A sympathetic smile adorned her full lips, her eyes kinder than before.

“How can I ever trust him when he’s got a superiority complex regarding humans? He’s never going to willingly protect one!”

“He did with you”, Genya pressed her lips into a thin line. “You’re paranoid because you are afraid allowing yourself to see the good in him might actually make you love him.”

And she is. She’s afraid to love him or let him love her. What would be the point? In the end, they’re too different.

“Talk to David again”, Y/N stood, sniffling. “I’ll head to the library.”

Genya raised an eyebrow. “Library?”

The first casualty of war is innocence and Y/N had none left. She was once called ‘angel’ by her father, by her comrades in the army too. She was the epitome of a pure heart who would sacrifice itself for others. She didn’t feel like an angel anymore, but she will play the part. No one expects an angel to set the world on fire.

“Yeah”, Y/N breathes out. “I want to look for something.” Truth be told, she wanted to research Aleksander and his lineage.

If the dark heretic is from his bloodline, she needed to know everything about him, about the hearts of those he came from. If she’s ever going to consider her husband as an ally, she has to know him – all of him. If she asked, she worried he’d cover up the darkest parts of him. He’d deem her too human to understand, too fragile to know all the horrors that tie into who he’s become.

It was time to find out if she could trust Aleksander.

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Part 9

[chanandlersstuff]

Summer isn't the only thing that breaks

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Summary: Sometimes loving the other person it's not enough.

Word count: 2.545.

Author’s note: I don't take charge or pay psychologists for what you may feel reading this. I was in my feelings and needed to write something to get all out of my system. English is my second language so sorry for the misspellings. Sorry if the title doesnt make sence but its the only things that comes to my mind.

Part two

You were walking through the airport suitcase in one hand and phone in the other. His number appears on the screen and a smile on your lips. His raspy voice telling you that he was waiting for you in the parking lot, just like you agree, even without seeing him you can sense his smile while he was talking. You hop on the passenger seat and he didn't let you close the door that he was already kissing you like his life deppen of it. His hands on your neck bringing you imposible close to him.

-Hi to you too.- Your voice sounds happy and your eyes close in case this was a dream, again.

-I miss you so fucking much.- Your breath mixing with each other and your noses touching.

-Me too, Charles.- No pet names were needed, that was the deal.

-Come on, the summer break await for us.- A little peck on your lips and the car was moving.

The ride to your destination was full of low music, your hand in his while Charles was driving and now and then he leaves kisses in your knuckles. No work related talk, it was too painful that way. In a moment of your relationship, even when you were friends, the two of us could talk about everything. Even a look could say all that was on your mind and the other would knew exactly what to do.

You two met so many years ago that you lost count. The chemistry was undeniable, the same silly jokes and pranks, the way you move in sync when you were together and even when you weren't together but in the same place, the fond smiles and shiny eyes. It was a matter of time for you two to end up together, or a matter of putting everything on the table. Either way you confess your love for each other the same day, even in that you were connected.

The memories bring a bittersweet smile to your face. In another time those exact memories would make you the most happy person on the planet but right now, after all those years, it didn't. From the corner of his eye Charles could see you and he could bet he knew what was on your mind, because of the look on your face. Because he had the same look when he thought of the two of you.

Everyone knows that you two love each other. Your familys, your common friends and the ones that were not common, even his fans kwen it. But sometimes love isn't enough, sometimes loving the other person so much that it doesn't fit in your body isn't enough. A whole year of relationship where you only saw him in his summer break, in his home grand prix and two other races where it. That was how long the relationship lasted.

You try to make those memories leave your head and live the moment. Your hand in his, Levitating from Dua Lipa playing in the background, your head moving side to side in sync to the rhythm of the song, his hair moving thanks to the breeze and the summer in the air. It was he and you for a couple of weeks. Nothing else, nothing more. You tell yourself that everything was going to be alright.

The first days were amazing, like always. Traveling from here to there in Europe, days with his family that love you like you were their own, nights with your mutual friends clubbing and having the time of your lifes. Dancing glue to each other, drunk kisses and hot sex all night in every sourfaces that you were capable making up for all those days that you weren’t in his arms.

His mum love you, love both of you and was the first one to be over the moon when you were together, but also was the first one to knew that this agreement or this kind of relationship, if you could call it like that, wasn't healthy and it will end bad.

Maybe it was that the two of you were growing up, becoming more mature persons or maybe you were more nostalgic than normal. But seeing him driving the boat with that bandana in his head, that one time it was yours, made you walk down memory lane and end up on the day that the two of you called it quits.

Your relationship was based on constant facetimes, calls and that was it. It was like you were 13 again and it was a virtual boyfriend. His busy schedule and your first year in the job of your dreams didn't let you see him often. You knew he needed someone that was free to be with him travelling the world, encouraging him, giving him a shoulder to cry in his bad days and to be there applauding him in his best days. In a few words he needed someone that was capable of being there for him all the way in his career, not on the other side of the word in a 4 walls office 24/7. You knew that person he needed wasn't you. But the blame, if there was someone to blame, wasn't all yours. Charles also knew that you need someone to be there for you when the days in the office weren't the best, when you arrive at your house exhausted and not on the other side of the phone, traveling across the world, when you cried your eyes out from stress. When you belittle yourself thinking you weren't enough and capable for your job. He knew that you deserved some better, someone who could be there for you.

When the words “I think that we should take a time apart.” were said and the other nodded . When the moment was so fucking sad, so fucking heart breaking, because the two of you came to the same conclusion. Sad tears running in your faces and salty kisses. A whole day to make the mourning of the love that wasn't enough holding each other in your arms agreeing to be friends and love each other no matter what. Only to find you in his sheets a couple of months later agreeing to be together only in the summer break and love you all those days and when the summer ends the two of you would go to their worlds with the memories of the summer. Because the thought of not being together at all hurt much more than being together only a season of the year.

A little peck on your lips brought you back to the present and his smiley face melted your heart. Out of impulse you cup his face and kiss him love and tenderly. From outside that scene appear to be two people who love the other wholeheartedly and were happy and it was true but at the same time you were two persons who had to accept the fact to love the other only in summer time.

Charles knew you were a clingy person when the two of you were alone, but not in public. So it came to his surprise that you were holding his hand all the time and stolen kisses here and there but he didn't complain about it. Moreover he was happy and a little sparkle ignite in his interior.

Days pass like leaves falling from trees in autumn. One day he took you for a ride on his bike, because he knew how much you like it, and to have a picnic to see the sunset. Cute date nights and walks on the beach. Breakfast in bed and coffee spilled on the white sheets thanks to a hot kissing session that ends in sex. Everything was like a fairytale but those only exist in books and movies. Real life hurts like hell and not everything could be like we want.

You made up your mind two days before when you woke up and his arms were hugging your naked body to his firm chest. You couldn't put it into words the feeling that ran through your body and that was when you knew what you had to do. This day was the last one before you had to leave for the real one, it was always bittersweet.

For some reason Charles woke up feeling the most lucky man in the world, he was happy. Walking from here to there in the yacht humming songs and loving the way the sun kisses his skin. A complete breakfast on the table and kisses all over your face to wake up. Sex before and after breakfast, swimming in the cristal water and photos of the other in their galleries that would never leave your phones. You walk around with your hair wet in his favorite t-shirt and a red bandana in your ankle, nothing else nothing more.

After lunch you were sleeping in the front of the yacht with that red bikini that made him lose his mind and he was by your side. His legs flexed, his arm in your waist and his face hid in your neck. Your legs on top of his, your arms on top of his and your head lean on his. The two of you were like a puzzle that fit perfectly, but that didn't mean anything. Hour passes and you wake up, his left hand in your boob and yours on top of it, his face in your chest and your legs tangled. His face is clear of concern, smooth features a little sunburned, and you run your fingers tracing paths with his moles. The same feeling of two days ago appeared again and the only thing you could do was swallow the lump in your throat.

Charles seems to wake up and get you closer to his body, so close that you end up on top of him. Talking in his native language and raspy voice almost made you break into tears. He senses it and looks at you concern. -Il y a un problème, ma belle?

You shake your head with your eyes closed. -Don’t do that Charles, no pet names. We promise.- If you were with your eyes oppended you could see how he rolled his.

-Tell me what's wrong, please.- His seat up with you on his lap. His hands on your back and your chest close. The worry in his voice breaks your heart.

-We can't keep doing this. It's breaking us inside. Is breaking me inside.- Your words make him move away and frown his brows.

-What are you talking about?- You tried to get up from his lap and he grabbed your waist so you stayed still. -Don't do this for a second time, please.

-You need to let me go emotionally and physically, Charles.- He put his hands up and you started walking around, something you do when you are nervous.

-Why?- His eyes burning your figure.

-Because it's the healthiest thing to do. We can't keep doing this to each other. We can't keep fooling ourselves and you know it. You mean everything to me but I can't keep doing this. Every time I leave you after summer, I rip my heart out and I don't think I can keep suffering it.- Your eyes full of tears and your hands shaking a little.

-You think that it's easy for me? That all this it's easy?- You shake your head. -It 's not! Sometimes I dream about us and it seems so real, and when I fucking wake up I see the harsh reality THAT I DONT HAVE YOU COMPLETLY.- He was standing up and looking at you with red eyes.

-That is what I’m saying. Don't you see? This fucking situation is killing us. I know what you want from me and you know what I want from you but wanting something and having something it's not the same thing.- He looks at you without saying anything.

-Do you still love me?- You almost laugh at his question.

-How could you ask me that?- Charles looked at you in disbelieve.

-Because you are standing there, breaking my heart all over again that's why I’m asking you that.- You were trying so hard not to cry.

-Of course I still love you, just like the first day. But sometimes that's not enough. We agreed something years ago hoping that that way it didn't hurt that much but the only thing we agreed on was to prolong the heart break and make it bigger.- You took little steps towards him.

-I know you are right but don't want you out of my life. I dont think I’m capable of that.- His voice was so low and the look in his eyes was like a lost puppy.

-Its for the best Charles. I don't want to keep hurting you and me. It's not fair that we can only love each other for a couple of days out of 365 days a year.

-There’s nothing we can do?- His and your eyes were full of tears and his words broke you and seeing you cry made him cry.

-I won't let you give up your career to be with me and you won't let me give up my career to be with you. We love each other that much and we are fools for thinking that this would end well.- He closes the gap between the two of you.

-I can't believe I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Will you let me love you the time we have left?- Charles put his hands in your face and you nod.

The hours left of that day were spent with salty kisses, tears in each others body and sad and slow sex where not even an inch of distance could be beetween you two, your skins touching trying to became one or trying to remember the other for the rest of your lives, hands running through your bodies to remember it even with the eyes closed. You kiss his tears away and his kiss yours. The ride to the airport was in silence and fast but Charles held your hand in his glued to his chest, he was lost in his thoughts and you in yours. Getting used to the idea of not seeing or being with the other anymore, just the couple of minutes that you got together in the car and then that was it, all over again.

He parked the car, took your suitcase out and without saying anything you started walking to the airport door. He watches you walk away from his life but his brain screams to kiss you just one more time. Just like an addict, one more fix and that was it. Charles grabs your wrist and stamps a kiss on your lips like he did at the start of the summer break in his car, all those days ago, but this time it was full of sadness and love. He holds you close, but not too close. Just enough for you to count his slowing breaths, but not too much so that you’ll hear the slow cracking of his heart.

[semischarmed]

Truth

There he was. Lucas, in deep sleep. His snores fill the bedroom, barely lit by moonlight. The night was hot, and humid air envelops you both. Sweet, sweet Lucas- probably one of your nicest friends. Just a bit introspective, but you somewhat admired that in him. He was cute, sure, but he also exuded a beauty, a handsomeness that eclipsed many others. The way his eyes glistened intently whenever you held a conversation with him. They way his brows furrowed and gaze look into the distance whenever he was in deep thought. The way just the slightest folds on the corners of his eyes appeared whenever he smiled. The man was truly genuine, and whenever you two conversed he made sure you were the only thing that mattered in the world. Of course, who could forget that laugh. A quiet confidence and a mature self-acceptance brought to life with a bit of playful, youthful vibrancy. Truly everything that was this man, everything that was your Lucas was pinnacle, in your eyes. There would no other person in the world for you beyond him.

And in this most intimate of places, you see a side of him previously unseen. Damn those muscles. You knew he was relatively fit, but unhindered by his normal choice of clothing, they were massive. You note the delicate craftsmanship, the hills and valleys glistening, almost glowing in the moonlight. This man, who had trusted you enough to give you spare keys to his home, this man you had been yearning for years in secret was almost yours. A relationship, a friendship? No, one could not settle for just that. You would not be content until your every moment and his aligned. Pure, complete becoming. Lucas was your destiny.

With palms sweaty in anticipation, you chant the ancient words- spoken in long-dead tongues, invoking long-dead gods at your behest. These words did not come cheap. They were manifest from years of research and vast sums of wealth. Neither of which truly mattered anymore though, for what price could possibly ever match to perfection? The spell is near-complete, yet Lucas still slumbers.

Amidst the humid air and the warmth enveloping you both, there was on odd coldness. A coldness you could feel in your soul. Brisk, ancient, prickling sensations. Magic.The spell you were casting, despite being surely off-pronunciation was working. As you had found out magic, was 99% intent anyways, and you were single-track in this endeavor. You increase the speed of your speech in anticipation. ‘Oh Lucas… babe…just wait…almost there….’ 

“…sanguiniu- “ You cut yourself off by the sight before you. The spell was broken slightly but you can’t help but stare hungrily. 

In the entrance to the moist cavern of his mouth, you catch sight of his tongue- fleshy, thick, enveloped in a film of his saliva. Damn. It was teasing you, just hanging out there in the night air. With every rise and fall of his chest, it slowly followed suit, gently bobbing, slowly pulling you forward. 

You bite your lip when you notice a bit of drool pool on the corner of his mouth. He smiles a bit. Must have been a good dream. ‘Ugh. Even sleeping sloppy he was so cute.’ 

As you walk up to him, warm gusts of air gently caress your face, encircling and filling into your nostrils. This wasn’t just air. It was Lucas’ air- soon to be your air, beckoning it’s new owner in. And it smelled nice.  There was a pleasant muskiness about it. The spell wasn’t complete, but what’s the harm in a brief pause? You wouldn’t ever get a chance to experience Lucas like this anyway, at least not after you complete the incantation.

You lean closer to his mouth. “Should I….?” You gently wrap your lips around his tongue, pulling it into a fleshy envelope and begin sucking on it gently. ‘Ugh… sweet, Sweet Lucas. God, he even tasted delicious. As you feel his fleshy pink mass in your mouth, you can’t help but smile siphon a bit of him, a bit of his taste.

When you draw some of Lucas’ saliva into yourself, you near-faint in bliss. Fuck. You shiver uncontrollably at the notion of having a piece of Lucas inside you. This was everything. The flavor was unreal, much like his scent, it had earthy if somewhat salty notes but the muskiness, the raw testosterone in it was far more pronounced. It was an injection of pure Lucas inside yourself. You couldn’t help but suck just a bit more him in. 

The mouth surrounding that tongue was your entrance to the future, to your true self. Goddamn inviting. You even cum a little as you continue drawing more and more of Lucas and smash your head towards his open maw. “Mmmmm” you moan from your chest and throat, when he begins following suit, plump lips drawing over yours, bringing you closer as well. It purely instinctual on his end- didn’t fucking matter. All that rang true to you, all that mattered was that his reflexes, his body at that moment wanted you.

Lucas gags a little, breaking his unconscious silence as he inadvertently draws more and more of you into him. You relish in the moment, in the binding of your tongue to his, in the suction you feel emanating from his tongue. In your eyes, this was what his body wanted. what Lucas wanted. Of course it was. Your true place, your rightful place in this world was being a part of the Lucas experience, was being in him, was living as him. The corners of his lips turn into a more pronounced frown. His breathing hastens and in your intimate position, you steal each of these breaths into yourself. He awakes to the sight of his good friend uncomfortably close over his body. Impossibly close, in fact, and locked in orgasmic bliss. You sneer continue with your odd “kiss”. It was passionate, sloppy- at least from your end. Locked in ecstasy, you pay little mind to his attempts to pull you away. You’re not fucking letting go though, and maintain yourself lock on his tongue. This “kiss” was exactly how you’d always imagined it to be, only far more visceral, more raw. Imagination could only take you so far, after all. Heat exudes his chest and you greedily push your body stuck to his. A soft, slick sound is heard when both your chests stick together, sweat mixing. In his panicked breaths, you feel powerful lungs draw in and expand into you, squishing more of his skin over yours. Goddamn you can’t wait for it to be you using those lungs, flaunting those muscles, speaking through that mouth with that tongue. You can’t wait to make those vocal cords yours, to make them utter phrases they’ve never had to.

You smile as the magic begins to do its work. Tongues are drawn together, drawn to be one, and your face starts to squish into him. In his eyes he can only see yours sparkle in lust. You moan further. “Tho close. We’re almoth there Lucath….almoth uth…almoth one” you half mumble in slurred movements. 

Then, you feel it. Lucas’ tongue. The persistent suction drawing you into him. The nerves of his tongue tasting and feeling yours. ‘This is it. One last push further.’ You muse. You start moaning louder as he tries in vain to push you out, but you’re already melded to him- your skin and meat and bones already liquefying and condensing into a mass onto his tongue. He can feel it too. Pure Treachery. You begin to finish out the words of the spell. Now intimately, physically connected, Lucas is forced to repeat the words with you. The spell is complete. Of course, intent had been muddled by the now-awake Lucas, and words slipped and slid around your conjoined tongue. Didn’t matter, apparently, as you still felt the air become heavy with ancient briskness and enclose around you two. In a slosh, your entire form pushes into his tongue enveloping it. The pressure in the air is now crushing, and you feel yourself crumple, congeal, and consolidate into his tongue. In that pressure, you felt yourself born anew, bound, a part of Lucas. Finally, to be one. 

Lucas wakes in a cold sweat, shivering despite the warm night air. His tongue dangles off to the side of his open mouth. “Weird” he states, before pulling it back in. “What a fucking dream” he states before gently dozing back off to sleep. 

So, that spell was a bit of letdown. In the afterglow of the event, you soon realize the mistake made in clouded judgement. Rites, ancient languages and their intricacies. You never quite gotten that intent correct. You realize your mistake in your new form. You try to move, only to realize that while you were indeed a part of Lucas, only his tongue dangles slightly. 

Still being his tongue was not all bad. You are a now fully a part of him after all, so you feel yourself swell in pride at being a part of this handsome man. Besides, as a tongue, taste was all amplified. When Lucas had later awoken and eaten that first breakfast, it was near-orgasmic. What would have been a fairly simple breakfast was nothing short of divine. Even something as simple as toast- from his mouth that initial first crunch, the particles that first fell on you, the short, roasted crumbs with an almost decadent caramel tone- it was all too much to handle. Bread never tasted like this. The coffee he drank was even better. It was bitter, like all coffee, but it was a deep, rich bitterness, swirled through an undeniable nuttiness and the mild thick sweetness of the cream. Of course, as his tongue you could move slightly. You used this tiny bit of control you had to make sure every crunch, every slurp mattered. Lucas noticed his tongue move almost of its own volition, effortlessly gliding over each bite, rubbing over every ridge, showing its master the joy in the mundane. It would be his slowest and most delicious breakfast to date. Every bite and every lick its own coordinated effort. One hundred percent Lucas, one hundred percent you. Something as mundane as breakfast became a synchronized dance between you two. There would be no one closer to him than this. To top it all off, you got to be where you wanted afterward- in Lucas. It was like a warm, wet embrace in his body’s own little way. 

Though frankly, his taste in food could use some work. Those fucking protein shakes. Goddamn you swear the man drinks one for every meal. Vile, chalky, tasteless liquids that he forces you to swallow. If you still had a throat, you’d gag every time. Of course you cannot and are forced to take it, forced to move however his nerves direct.

For now, this would be fine, because when he wasn’t eating that very same flavor, that very same essence of Lucas that you crave enveloped you perpetually. It’s like the “kiss” from that night, he’s unwittingly got you locked in one with him for eternity. 

— 

Living as his tongue for the past few weeks has been amazing, but you can’t help but wonder about what could have been. You’ve since been accustomed to eating the same meals he did, to working as his tongue and have even gotten a bit more autonomy. Still, this was his body and he was the boss and it readily pushed a command that you could not disobey. 

You actually felt yourself a little larger of a presence in him, though you still couldn’t quite grasp why.

Today, Lucas was out walking with his friend. Mark. Lucas would always be first in your mind, but Mark was a close second. Your mind wanders, brewing lustful, sinful thoughts about Mark. As you squirm inside Lucas, something changes. There was something else beyond just his tongue. You firmly take it into yourself, before continuing in your Mark-filled stream. Without warning, Lucas goes up to his dear friend for a quick lick. 

“Hey sexy”

It’s barely audible, but unquestionably there. No one dare say another word in tense air.

“Handsssomeee…” 

The word slices through the tension clean. As a part of him, you feel warmth bloom inside Lucas. His face is bright red. 

Mark calls Luke’s bluff. “Haha bro… you really into me like that?” You feel Lucas’ throat close up. “N-no dude, er-it’s not like that” he replies meekly.

Mark takes the compliment in stride though, jokingly giving Lucas a wink, and playfully punching his shoulder. “Whatever bro, if you’re gonna stand there oogling, at least pay for my dinner” he laughs. In that brief moment of vulnerability, you flash just the lightest bit of control over that very same shoulder he punched. Addicting. The second taste of Lucas’ body. Lucas reacts to the muscle spasm by shivering slightly and wiping the punch off. “Haha, Fuck you too Mark” he laughs before absentmindedly licking his lips. By this point, you can barely pay attention to the outside world.

Because inside Lucas, inside the future you, acquisition. Ecstasy. For at this moment, you now felt his lungs-those lungs-your. lungs. You now felt his throat, his voice. In every breath he draws, you loan him back control, but it’s truly yours. You feel yourself expand and contract in slow, rhythmic motions. You feel the muscles surrounding them, and his warm heart pumping inside you. You feel yourself vibrate as he contorts you to form his sentences. It was divine. You start to chuckle, which results in the Lucas of the outer world choking slightly mid-sentence. Unfinished spells and unfinished magic were quite unpredictable but slowly, surely, the spell did its work. ’So that’s how it is.’ 

A few days later, a few days of your presence and you have even better hold over his voice. You relish in your control. The way his voice feels reverberating and rolling off you. Like sweet honey leaking out of the man of your dreams. On some nights, in his deepest sleep, you whisper sweet nothings to yourself, making Lucas beg you to possess him fully. “Pleeeease… take me… all of me…”

His unconscious body winces, grabs at air, pull at sheets, and writhes in pleasure as you make him say this. You shared a body after all, excess lust, excess hormones- they had to be going somewhere.

—

On this particular day, Lucas had been pumping iron with another of his friends. Andre always looked fucking hot, so you figured this would be as good of an opportunity as any.

You bring yourself to Andre’s neck, dragging your tongue around the bump of his Adam’s apple, circling the pronounced veins running across the sides. Hmmm. Salty.

You focus your words, your feelings into one- a phrase to unlock your freedom. Words reverberate through Lucas’ very core. You are his tongue, so you feel his nerves yield, his receptors, his very body yours.

“R-r-ravage me, Andre- Ravage this body. Show me what those guns can do- let me feel them, let me feel you. Lukey’s feeling lonely… I have a you-shaped hole ripe for the-“ Andre tries to repeat the perverted words coming out of his friend’s mouth, tries to digest them, to process what the fuck just happened. 

“H-Hey- Dude! What the fuck was that for!?” Andre asked in shock. Shaking Lucas’ shoulders. He looked genuinely hurt. But Lucas was lost in lust. He was different. He was moaning. “F-FUCK yeah. You taste delicious. Did I ever tell you that bro?” He spoke perversely. His words and thoughts tainted, clouded by your lust. You liked him better this way. He breaks from his spell.

“Oh God- I- Fuck! Sorry! I’m so fucking sorry! I don’t know what that was. A-Andre? You ok?  A teary Lucas asked his friend. 

“Yeah dude.. whatever. Just please..um.. never do it again” He grimaced. 

Since you were a part of Lucas, you felt fear rush through his bones. He sucks his hanging tongue back in- a recently-acquired, disturbing habit he seems to have picked up from nowhere. He was terrified. Not just in his body, his voice moving on its own. He was terrified because he liked it. Terrified that he was becoming something else, something perverse. In truth, he really was. In your soul you could tell that Lucas was almost ready, because the endorphins, the testosterone, hormones you were pumping him chock-full with with had not dissipated. It was exhilarating. Fear. Lust. Ecstasy. These pervaded inside him, emotions mixing and swirling with yours. You could feel him try to fend off raw desire and a raging hard-on while he tried to sincerely comfort his friend. Fuck it feels amazing being a part of him. The man liked to keep his emotions in check but he was slipping. You were like a poison to him, slowly infecting his very self. Or perhaps, you were his antidote, the catalyst needed for both you to become your true selves. In this very moment though, you were simply content in just being a part of him. Content to just ride the invisible passenger. Content to feel the rush of his emotions as your own. The best part in all this? Lucas was continually shifting while he talked to Andre, trying to hide the intense desire to be used, experienced, felt. Because of you, he was getting off on all this. 

Shame riddled Lucas while you continued to worm and entrench yourself in him. That didn’t stop you two from masturbating to the thought of dragging that hot tongue all over Andre’s bod.

———

It’s been a few weeks now, and the corruption of Lucas was near-complete. Your Lucas was near-complete.

Every morning, he catches himself checking his face out in the mirror, sticking his tongue out, making seductive motions. “-fffFuck yeahhh” you both say. Like clockwork he soon shakes himself lucid, disturbed and goes about his day. Increasingly, you’ve been moaning with him, flooding him with your endorphins in response, rewarding his body for its increasingly deviant nature. These sessions have only gotten longer and more frequent. In a sense, his body began to crave it- to crave you. The more he uses that tongue, the more you rile up in being used- the further and deeper he becomes yours. 

Armed with this knowledge, you throw your lust into overdrive, driving him mad. His eyes are perpetually dilated, blood perpetually rushing, and he his lip quivers often in bursts of pleasure. His friends notice the slight change too, when your future body stiffens to their touch. Really, it’s just Lucas trying to stop himself, his impulses from guiding him from going all over them. Your soon-to-be friends probably noticed his propensity-your propensity to leave yourself hanging out of his mouth, displaying proudly to the world.

His body is now all but yours. It actively fights the man, resisting his every move slightly, pumping him with sinful impulses, edging the last vestige of Lucas-his brain- to relent. His body wants you in control. Alas, the brain was the forefront of control, and whenever focused you can do nothing but to comply. Despite this, you know you’re close- the man can barely focus, barely rest, as you continue pumping him with pleasure, taunting him to release himself to you. 

Something inside told you this was it- this was the day. In this very morning, he wakes in a trance, walking over to his mirror, gazing at himself in clouded lust. He was drawn to himself and relinquishing to the desires both his body and you had been pumping him with. Of course, the lapse is momentary, the moan near-inaudible, but it was enough. Jackpot. In that briefest of moments, you wrestle primary control of this body from him, cementing you as his puppet-master. His body complies willingly, flaring in anticipation of its new owner. After all, you’ve been feeding it your pleasure whenever it follows your command. Locked in that pleasure, you begin to move around, relishing in the absolute control you now had.

Still, who knew how long this would last? You needed a way to have Lucas, to be like this permanently. As you eye his features in the mirror, you knew just what to do. 

You start with his face. His eyes are wide with fear as his body continues moving on its own volition. His mouth purses into a pout- a cute little touch you wanted to add- by itself. A thick tongue begins to peek out of plump lips. Like a snake, you greedily taste the morning air, wiggling your pink flesh in delight before focusing on the “delight” you were attached to. You want to taste it all-to taste the man you would become once more. You start by delicately layering his own saliva over his lips. In the absence of breakfast, you deduce this essence to be 100% Lucas. The flavor was - nonintrusive. But you could tell the reeked of an undercurrent manliness, cause in that very saliva and essence of Lucas that you coat yourself with, you also felt the saturation of testosterone, the slight bitterness of power inherent in being him. It was a humble flavor that unquestionably read “Man”.  Everything this body made, everything it was was addicting. 

Prickly- Thats how the beard surrounding his lips were. Delicious, seductive hairs that Lucas liked to keep just the tiniest bit unkempt, that you just found all the more alluring. In this very forest of hairs were the concentrated sweat, grime, and natural scent baked and solidified from the previous day- for Lucas was a morning showerer.

You decide to give him shower his body deserved- “Shower” would be stretching the use of the word. You engorge yourself- sticking and smearing your wet, pink flesh all over that prickly skin, savoring in the salty, putrid essence, in the raw flavoring of the beard of the man you would become. Of course it was delicious. It was Lucas.

Yet there would be more Lucas to share. You survey the next area to “shower” in this bod- he watches in fear as his left hand raises straight up to the sky. Fingers fashion themselves into a claw and veins in that arm flare to life. Cutey little Lukey was trying to fight it. The hand shakes in internal struggle. You decide to revel in this moment. Since your libido was now Lucas’, his cock can’t help but harden. You make him look at it before calling it a “Joint effort” with a wink. He moans, body betraying mind. You catch a whiff of the stench emanating from your left. Delightful. His protestations and disgust are muddled in your raw elation, as you smash his mouth face first into his unwashed armpit.

“MMmmmpph” He tries to get a word out, tries to pull himself off his own skin to no avail. After all, you were still his tongue, and you were quite preoccupied. Sharp, pungent, sour, flavors line you as you smear more and more of yourself around. You briefly entangle and entwine yourself into his hairs, coating them with his own saliva while you poke and prod. His body is forced to experience wave after wave of the pleasure you felt in burying yourself here. You indulge in his scent further. Using his lungs, you make him inhale deeply. His own muskiness floods his senses and he briefly regains control, coughing in disgust. ‘Uh-oh, might not have much time left’. You pull some more strings inside him and his body is all too willing to follow. “T-This is our own scent bro…” he says. The words fall out his mouth in an attempt at the intonation, the phrasing he’d normally use. You continue, making those lips, those vocal cords yours. “Gotta learn to love it… to love us”. It sure sounded like Lucas’ voice, but it there was something off about it. 

High off the aroma, you continue, rounding out his left bicep. Goddamn. Packed inside was pure muscle. Dense, hard musculature built through years of hard work. The thick firm skin gives way slightly, with a bit of bounce as you take his tongue further down his arm. Goddamn bliss. This skin was saltier than the others- different, like all the flavors of Lucas, you note. ‘But they are all undeniably, uniquely him’.

You swirl in fluid, curving motions as you go over every muscle running down his arm. A trail of slime leaves your wake, rubbing a mixture of of flavors throughout his arm. This only serves to rile you up further, as his muscles glisten in the morning light. When you get to his veiny hands, you take extra special care to run yourself through its every crevice, exploring as much of Lucas as you could. You make his lips pucker as you pull yourself off his index finger with an audible pop. A string of saliva follows, but you quickly gobble that back into yourself.

Bulging muscles stir as you command his biceps yours as well. They turn inwards, presenting their vascularity, their raw power to you. Beautiful.

This was it. You motion to bring his hand towards his crotch, curling them slightly in anticipation. As you eyed that cock. You both knew this to be the end. 

“NO!” he shouts in added clarity. Body follows mind and he pulls back some of his own strings for himself. The fight is brief but you manage to grab some control back.

You use his very voice against him. “You’re right baby… this is it… o-our new life… our first time together needs to be special.” He’s now shouting profanities in your head. Funny, you’ve never heard him curse before.

Without warning, you rush yourself to his now-hard dick. He screams in searing pain as his spine concaves and you inch toward your prize. His tongue is not used to moving with such dexterity, but it’s been quite some time since it could even really be considered ‘his’ tongue anymore. You snake yourself around his dick, constricting around the dank, putrid skin, encasing it in globs of saliva and pink, oral flesh. 

Even Lucas couldn’t help but moan at the divine sensation. Your bumpy texture running along his skin shot wave after wave of bliss. In every constriction, you feel it firm even harder, causing you to wrap your slimy hug around it further, construct more. Lucas’ moans quicken as you get to work. Push… You ebb and flow, there and back, as you work through his now-throbbing member. Pull. Each movement of the textured tongue runs sheer ecstasy as bump after bump moves back and forth and stimulates. Push. You hasten, wanting the both of you to fulfill the moment. Pull… Push… Pull… Push. Flashes of intense pleasure rush through you both as you aim for the finish line. PushPullPushPullPushPull- heaven. At that very moment of release, the two of you are brought to another plane of existence. Time stops and the world is still. You and Lucas though? Vibrating. In this plane you rush toward him, your vibrations synchronize with his, you overlay over him, and pleasure rumbles and bubbles from deep within. The universe, your world, your room comes back to focus. In a splash, a wave of pearl-white seed coats you. 

In the afterglow of his masturbation, when his nerves and neural connections begin to provide clarity, to link themselves in trust, you instead feel them attach to you. Much like his body, like his tongue, they too have become corrupted, twisted by your constant presence and the raw eroticism. This was the key to permanence.

Like veins they worm and take root inside you, growing into you. In your perversion of his senses, you feel these roots alight, yield themselves to become yours. Down to the last synapse, you rush and pull these all to yourself, to acquire, appropriate them. Once Lucas’ brain had adequately sequestered itself in you, his memories soon followed. This too had its own flavor, albeit somewhat muted- like the sweetness of his first date-yours. Or the bitterness of a childhood experience-yours. Raw wonderment and passing thoughts- fucking. yours. You scream in shrill delight as the last, the tinniest, the deepest of his neural connections had become yours. There would be no going back for him, for you were now Lucas in body, Lucas in mind. 

Tears well in his eyes. He tries to fight it, tries to kick you out, to push you away from him. His back arches, and he writhes in pain, trying in vain. Face scrunches in searing, unimaginable agony before it seizes and mouth shoots open, tongue dangling out. There would nothing to push out for you and him were already bonded. He clutches his head and in that single instance, his eyes shoot wide open. Finally, success. 

Lucas’ shoulders sag as he collapses to the ground.

Moments later, Lucas’s body stirs. It wriggles awake before taking one assured, strong step forward. It pushes itself up and walks right back up to the mirror, emotionless. Then, a satisfied smile paints its face. Like someone finally resting after an arduous battle, he breathes a sigh of relief. Lucas’ body looks back at itself in the mirror, innocently-eyes glassy. The kind smile it wore grows just a bit wider. It chuckles softly. Success.

The smile continues growing. Chuckles becomes laughter. The voice resounds ill-fitting to the mound of muscle that was Lucas. It was Innocent smile soon becomes tainted with sinful glee. Lucas’ body starts full-on cackling. “YES” you growl. Hearing his resonant voice follow your words, your intent was amazing. Hearing your thoughts spoken in the same ton, same intonation he used took it next-level. “FUCK. YES… FINALLY”!

That last piece was it. Cum still warm on his body, you lap it up, swallowing it whole, jealously keeping even this part of Lucas to yourself. It was salty, musky, viscous essence. It was pure fucking Lucas. The voice, the dull resistance from him was gone. The sensation was both sobering clarity and drunk ecstasy. Like the world itself was realigning to put you and him together, as one living Lucas. His memories now flow freely into you as they are now yours. It tickles. With his memories comes his feelings, his wants, his wishes- all of which you have cemented as a part of Lucas’s new psyche-Your new psyche. Goddamn it feels good to be Lucas.

Finally, Lucas had reframed, recontextualized the entirety of himself, the entirety of his being to you. You talk like him. You frown like him. You smile like him. Hell, you even think like him. Hips sway as you start to dance in front of the mirror in your new body, your new soul. It was pure, jubilant expression. You wipe happy tears from your eyes.

You were drunk on power of controlling him. Of finally truly being him. You relish in hearing his voice as your own, in your very thoughts being thought through a filter of his life, your commands executed by his body. You allow his vocal cords to perform. You allow his hips to shake uncharacteristically, tantalizing. You allow the words to leave his mouth. They were juicy taunts made juicier with the knowledge that his lips shift and degrade the very body they were in at you beckoning, that was his very neurons were conforming to you thoughts and will. You now do everything in wholly Lucas-ey way. 

Lucas’ body smacks its ass, while it continues shaking its hips uncharacteristically in slow, sensual movements. “Goddamn, you should have gotten inside me sooner.” You make him say. “My body, my mind, my soul we were lonely for you. We needed you in here. I love having you inside me. I love you wearing my skin, using my muscles as a suit. Don’t worry” You make him flex. “These are forever yours. My mind? Forever yours. Control me. Use Me. No- deeper. [moan] Become. Me. Be. Lucas.” 

“I’m Lucas” you say to yourself in response. It rolls off your tongue naturally, fluidly, and in full truth. You truly were him. “But you can call me Luke, baby”.

You had done it. You were finally Lucas. One mind, one body, one soul.

“Mine forever, Lucas”

—

It’s been months and your friends have definitely caught on to the sheer oddness of it all. Near-instantaneously, their dear friend Lucas’ personality had flipped. Each of them could pinpoint a ‘special’ spot on their bodies where their boy Lukey liked to lick them. ‘It was just his thing’ they often said, embracing their new dynamic as well as the new Lucas. This you-enhanced Lucas, likewise, had also embraced his new self. Greedy, lustful self-obsession bordering on narcissism, and of course the penchant to show off his slimy tongue. Of course, the first few times you did this, they recoiled at the behavior. You had your preferences, you had the knowledge inherent in being Lucas- you knew exactly how wear his soul, how to embody his life because you were him. But you weren’t content leaving it like this, in just continuing as him. This was the new, improved Lucas. With you in command, you couldn’t help but introduce some changes, couldn’t help but show off your handiwork.

Mark had grown so accustomed to your constant licks, he looked visibly upset when you weren’t on him. One night, you decided to take it a step further, to take a leap the old Lucas never would have and stroke your vascular hands all over him. He complied, moaning all the while, guiding you around to explore him- guess it was actually Mark who was into you. He paid for dinner that night.

The old Lucas was sweet and reserved- The new you? Not a chance. As Lucas, you constantly wore a leering, lewd gaze. You wore thin, revealing clothing accentuating your new Lucas-bound muscles. Why not share it with the world? The very air you emanated was persistently thick with sexual energy, brimming with pheromones. New-Lucas was your deepest desires bound to living flesh. And at the forefront of it all-that thick tongue of yours. At every occasion, in every possible way, you flaunt it to the world.

Tattooed somewhere in this body is your old name. Ink representing the old you, and your absolute permanence this new form of yours, cementing yourself as forever a part of him, cementing the intersection of your history and his. You. Lucas. One. This was the new truth in the world. 

- End -

Had tons of fun channeling @verus-veritas​ to write this one out. Hope I did you justice!

[gryffindors-weasley]

Better Together

Young!Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: After a sleepless night, you find your way to the one person that’s the cause.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: fluff, kissing

A/N: This fic is connected with one I had written here!

It was dark as you navigated the halls of the small house you resided in. You were supposed to have taken up residence in Sirius’ old bedroom for the weekend after he’d stubbornly insisted you have it rather than taking the couch. It wasn’t an easy feat arguing over trivial things with Sirius Black; he was determined with everything he did even if it was just something as simple as who sleeps where. You were supposed to be asleep right now as everyone else had been, but you were never one to do what you were supposed to do.

The Potter house.

It was a sweet little home that was nothing short of welcoming to anyone who came over. It was perhaps the coziest place you’ve seen and most likely will ever see. There was a lot of warmth shared here; it was home to James his entire life and home to Sirius for a good while, and you could tell it’d been well-loved. You and your friends had all flocked back in celebration of James and Lily’s wedding, and everything had already been as chaotic as you’d expected. Though no matter what, you loved every experience.

Miscellaneous clocks had ticked as you wandered around, each one distinctly different from the other enough to decipher which room was what. You were tired, of course, the kind of tired that comes with the late hour. But you were wide awake all the same and no matter how hard you’d tried to get some sleep you couldn’t seem to keep from staring at the ceiling. Your mind had raced with everything and nothing at all in particular, nothing but one thing that had always seemed to hold it’s spot in the forefront of your mind.

The carpet was soft under your bare feet, muffling the noise of your curious footsteps as you made your way down the small staircase. Beams of moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, doing very little to keep you from tripping over your own two feet but you suppose it would suffice. You knew this place like the back of your hand—it was hard not to with the amount of times you’d been here and you were trying desperately not to think of how each and every time were you’d unknowingly spent most of that time with the raven haired boy you’d found yourself seeking out.

It was a dreadful thing to admit; you missed him. You hadn’t quite known when you’d come to that realization over the years or even how. It was a simple fact that’d been blurred over the years, something that had just happened whether you had liked it or not and now the feeling is here to stay. You would never ever even think about telling him of such, that kind of information in his hands would be far too powerful for him to hold. So you were perfectly content with dwelling on it within yourself.

Your mind had been reeling with this, that, and the other, thoughts that had all revolved around him. How could they not? You had just shared a kiss not two hours before as you danced to an ABBA song that was too muddled in your memory to recall. It was featherlight and lingering and something entirely better than you’d imagined it to be, one followed by the both of you brushing your fingers over your lips as if to see if that moment had really happened. It was a fleeting moment followed by stammers and laughter, followed by you mentioning that maybe you should head to bed with burning cheeks and an undeniable smile that you fought valiantly to control. One mirrored by the very one who’d caused it.

How were you supposed to sleep when your best friend, the very one you bicker with on just about everything, kissed you?

You stopped in your tracks just outside the living room doorway, hands on the old wooden frame as you peered in. Sirius had been laying on the couch, hair splayed across the cushion as one leg dangled over the edge. His tie still remained fastened around his head in a way that made you roll your eyes, and even more so had the red, heart shaped sunglasses of yours that had been resting on the bridge of his nose. A book lay propped open, face down on his stomach with creased pages. It was a sight to be seen, one photo worthy if you’d had your camera on you, but a mental image will have to do.

At the sight of him turning in his sleep you gasped ever so softly, stepping out of view and spinning on your heel to return to the staircase that led to your room.

“Y/n, I know that’s you.”

“No it’s not.”

You closed your eyes and released a quiet sigh at your stupidly immediate response, tipping your head back before blindly turning back around. His laughter was soft and by the time you walked in the living room he’d been sitting up and eying you with a raised brow and a knowing smile.

“Did you miss me?” He asks, his fingers tapping his cheeks while he looks up at you, his chin in his palm.

You rolled your eyes once more at his words, reaching out and snatching the rosy shades from his face. “No, actually, I did not.”

The look on his face is full of dramatic surprise, feigning hurt as his hand rests over his heart. His once almost pristine button up had been since creased and rolled up at the elbows, unbuttoned nearly halfway down for more comfort given he hadn’t felt like changing. His hair was a ruffled mess, even more so as he fell against the back of the couch with a bounce, strands of black falling wherever they so pleased.

“How terribly hurtful, Y/n,” he starts, his hand reaching for you while the other remains on his chest before they both fall to his sides. “Especially considering you kissed me mere hours ago.”

Your jaw dropped only briefly, a scoff leaving your lips and your brows furrowing. “You kissed me.”

“You said you loved me,” he quips.

Your cheeks burn in that moment and you’re grateful the dimness of the room helped to hide the smile fighting so desperately to appear on your face. “I don’t believe those words ever came out of my mouth.”

In a matter of one moment to the next he grasped your hand and pulled you down with him, your laughter immediate but just as quickly dulled at the closeness of his proximity. A smile to rival your own had tugged at the corners of his mouth, his forehead resting on yours as his laughter swept warmly against your lips.

“I do believe that’s heavily implied, don’t you?”

You find you can’t do very much more than huff softly, your own laughter betraying you as your nose bumps against his. “Do you strive to be a pain, Sirius?”

“It hardly takes any effort, love.”

“Clearly.”

He pulls back to look at you then, his brows furrowed once more as his gray stare narrows. “You didn’t have to agree.”

A laugh leaves your lips then, nose scrunching and he couldn’t find it in himself to hold his playful offended expression even a moment longer. He had always felt that was the case with you, he knew that it was. He never really felt as though he’d been one to fall in love so easily, not true love, but he knew he was in for it with his best friend when even just you laughing at him made his heart race.

Such an inner conflict went unnoticed, however, and soon your laughter had been muffled just as quickly as it began when his lips brushed over yours. Bouts of mingled giggles had been shared in that very moment, fleeting before you’d kissed him fully this time. His hair had fallen from where it once was tucked behind his ear, dark strands and the fabric of the tie still knotted around his head brushing against your cheek.

Despite the bite of his personality he’d kissed you as softly as you could imagine, softer than you’d expect as his lips sweep over yours but never stray too far. You brought your hand up and grabbed the tie, tugging the annoying accessory from his head before it had the inevitable chance to tickle under your nose.

“Sirius?” You ask, the corner of your mouth quirking up in such a way he knew meant you were up to no good. “I definitely have to agree.”

There it was.

He sighs with a soft groan before dropping his head to the back cushion of the couch, and you didn’t miss just how his smile mirrored your own. How he’d tried to hide it with the shake of his head and the silent promise to himself that he’d at least try and look mad. He failed.

“We should be asleep, you know. Tomorrow’s a big day after all,” he says, doing anything to divert your attention away from the pink staining his cheeks under the light of the moon.

You sigh as you lay back, pulling him down with you. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, Pads.”

“You’ve lost me there, darling,” he spoke, the nickname rolling off his tongue with a certain edge to it that had you flicking the back of his head lightly. He only smiles at that and you stay quiet, your eyes falling to the clock in the wall and the pendulum swaying beneath it.

The grin on your lips was soft, one you didn’t care to hide any longer as your eyes fell closed for a moment or two. It felt as though your lips had still been tingling in the absence of his kiss, and you thought it hard to resist the urge to reach up and brush the tips of your fingers over them. It still didn’t feel real—to find a love you felt was truer than most all else. It didn’t feel real that your incredibly chaotic best friend, the one you swore you couldn’t stand even if it’s said with a smile on both of your faces, was in love with you and you were in love with him. It did feel real in the best, most exhilarating of ways. Your tight knit group of friends would never let you hear the end of it once they know. They already knew, of course they knew, but the moment they see it for themselves is one you’ll never live down.

But that could wait. That could wait for right now.

“Why did you come back down here?” He asks softly, his breath puffing against the skin of your neck.

Your smile widens a fraction then, a quiet laugh sounding from your lips. “Because I missed you.”

The corner of his mouth raises at your whispered words, ones he already knew without the need to hear them. Words that made his heart race in his chest in a way he knew you’d pick on him for if you’d known of it. Surely you must have felt it. You had to have at this point, you just hadn’t said anything.

“Yeah,” He lifts his head, eyes sleepy as the moonlight dances across his skin and his hair falls over his face. His lips are on yours once more, sweet and nearly hitting the corner of your mouth instead. “I missed you too.”

You knew then, on the crowded couch in the small living room of one of your dearest of four close friends—

You knew that you were better together.

—

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[sugarylawliet]

can I request light dating L’s younger sister (if that’s ok with you)

YEAH :D made them headcanons i hope that's cool

warnings: a makeout scene lol

- When L realized that he didn't have anyone on his intelligence level that was fully on his side, he decided to bring you onto the investigation and invited you to headquarters, as not only could he 100% trust you, he knew you were as smart as him.

- However, his hopes of having someone as smart as him on his side to help him were soon diminished when he noticed how close you and Light were to each other.

- You and Light weren't dating at first, in fact you would never even consider dating the man your brother suspected as Kira. however, at work, you couldn't deny the deep sexual tension between the two of you. His touch would linger too long when he placed his hand on your hip to move past you, his touch was soft when he handed you documents, he often spoke low and directly into your ear. He was quite the persuasive man when he wanted to be, and you soon found yourself falling for the man you thought you hated.

- When L noticed the tension between you and Light, of course, he wasn't pleased, but he didn't bring it up with light right away. He decided that, regretfully, it may be useful as Light might entrust you with information about Kira, at least for now.

- However, he didn't tell you that, of course. He often chastised you when the two of you were alone, reminding you that Light is absolutely Kira and I need to protect my little sister from evil.

- While it was true that you couldn't deny the suspicion and circumstantial evidence against Light, you defended yourself by telling L that you're grown and don't need him to look after you, that you can think for yourself.

- "If you could really think for yourself, you wouldn't be dating Kira," He sighs, "I really thought better of you, Y/N. Fooled by attractiveness and charm? That's not the detective I know."

- "I am not fooled by anything, L. Can't you just stay out of my personal life? And we're not even dating, anyway."

- Well, that would change with time as the weeks went on, Light had asked you out privately and, against every bone in your body, his soft hazel eyes and the purr in his voice were always too enticing, seeping into your emotions and pulling out the answer he wanted. You accepted.

- While nobody else on the task force was quite observant of your mannerisms enough to suspect you and light of being a couple, except for maybe Matsuda, that hopeless romantic, as the investigation continued, the task force spent most of their lives together, even residing in and sleeping in the new headquarters, and thus it became harder to be so subtle with your boyfriend. Typically the two of you kept PDA outside of work, however nowadays there really wasn't a personal life, only the Kira investigation.

- This of course ticked L off to no end.

- He would often shoot glances and dirty looks if you even went near Light. Light would often call you over to ask your opinion about something he was looking at on the computer, and everytime you leaned over him or placed a hand on his shoulder, L, sitting next to light, scowled audibley. you rolled your eyes, wondering if anyone else noticed the tension between the three of you.

- In private moments, Light sometimes brought up your brother.

- "Hm, I wonder what Ryuzaki would think of you like this, all over me..."

- "Hah, what would Ryuzaki think, his little innocent sister in love with me, the man he suspects of being a mass murderer."

- It seemed Light got off on the thought....

- Of course, as one of the greatest detectives in the world (second only to your arrogant brother but still above your bratty heirs), you had your suspicions and doubts about Light Yagami, however somehow they always seemed unimportant when he walked into the room; they melted away when he kissed you and they outright didn't matter when he touched you. You somehow always managed to push them aside.

- Soon enough, Light trusted you enough to reveal that he was Kira, however you decided not to tell your brother. It's not like you were on Kira's side, in fact at this point you found yourself on neither man's side. You wanted your brother to win and Kira to lose, of course, but you were also involved with Light and casually decided not to tell L about Light's confession. You rationalized it in your mind by thinking that if L was worthy of his title, he would prove Light to be Kira without your help.

- One evening when the rest of the task force went out to order food for everyone, you and Light volunteered to stay at headquarters to guard the place and get some more work done. This plan obviously was disregarded soon after everyone else left in favor of straddling Light in his chair and making out.

- Light bucks his hips upwards, earning a sharp gasp from you. You moan slightly, beginning to roll your hips and grind into him.

- You break the kiss, Light deciding to kiss your neck instead while you talked, "Light, they'll be back... what if they walk in?"

- Light smirks against your neck, grabbing your butt to push you harder to grind against his crotch, causing you to moan. He chuckles, "You say that, but you sound like you sure don't wanna stop."

- "Light, what if they see..."

- "Let them," He continues nipping at your neck as his hands move to your hips, encouraging you to keep rolling against him "Let Ryuzaki see his innocent little sister desperate in Kira's lap, at my mercy..."

- Let's just say both Soichiro and L were not so pleased when they walked in. Matsuda, however, was squealing like a little girl about "young love"

- You hopped off of Light right away and returned to your work as if nothing happened, but the tension in the room was undeniable. And as Soichiro scolded his son about "acting professional in the workplace", L called you into the other room for a talk.

- After a joking threat to send you back to the Wammy house, you agreed to not date Light anymore, however that of course didn't happen, you only limited your PDA with him in front of L.

[forcebewitht]

You Must Really Be A Diamond...Because You're Still Shining For Me  (Aftermath Overblot!Jamil Viper X Reader) 

It had now been about an hour or two. Since Jamil fiercely kissed you. Since Jamil went on a rampage with the students as he Overblotted. Since your friends were swatted away like mere flies into the depths of the Scarabia Dorm. But, even still, Jamil kept you by his side and treated you like his little queen. And you, hoping that your friends would come and eventually bail you both out, simply played along. Jamil gave out orders to the Scarabia residents here and there, soon followed up by a sweet remark or brief quip to you. "Bring out the food and drinks! Today, we celebrate the day that simpleton of a sultan was overpowered and made way for someone more capable! Ahhh...I feel so refreshed...I've got an endless supply of magic…[Y/n], darling, won't you be a sweet little thing and tell those peons what you want? It also would make your Sultan very happy to hear your adoring words of praise once more~'' One of the Scarabia residents hung their head low, now groaning out a reply to the prior command like a zombie. Soon, the entire group was groaning out their praises, to which Jamil released a chuckle of triumph. "Hahaha...that's right. Tell me more about myself." Your nerves were shot, but nothing made you jump more than hearing some familiar voices pitch in. "You are incredibly handsome…"  That voice belonged to Azul, who very swiftly yet soundlessly seemed to be slinking through the crowd towards you. Once he caught your gaze, he sent you a wink that seemed to relieve your prior stress. Grim was next, gently stepping around the crowds of Jamil's brainwashed Scarabia residents. "Tall...and dark…"  Grim almost had a start when he looked at your current appearance, but given a slight head nod from you, he kept his mouth shut and kept going. Next was Jade, who was following closely behind Azul. "Your eyes are so angular...so intelligent…" Next was both Floyd and Kalim, who both flashed you bright smiles to ease your prior anxiety even more. "You're so fashionable~" "You look super strong, you know!" Nodding along with your friends, you gently pet Jamil under his chin. "I'm spellbound." Jamil's lips curled into a grin at you, allowing his head to turn. "Mmmmm...what a wonderful compliment…" Then, the other voices seemed to hit him all at once. His head snapped back over, his eyes widening in shock. "Geh- you're all-" 

Jamil seemed utterly shocked to his core as he slowly stood up, having a snake curl around your waist and gently place you on the ground beside his throne. "I sent you all flying into the middle of the desert! How did you get back here so quickly?!" You were silent and quick to slink back over to your friends as they began to explain..well, more like boasting- how they used Kalim's Unique Magic to fill up a river, along with Jade and Floyd's eel forms, to swiftly swim back over. Upon seeing you standing back with your team, Jamil's gaze softened for a moment, as though he was truly hurt. Then, it hardened all over again as he released a growl. Kalim soon stepped up with a determined look, everyone else getting into their battle poses under your direction. "I challenge you, Jamil...for the seat of Dormhead you stole from me. I plan to take it back." Jamil folded his arms, his prior, cold gaze growing even harsher at Kalim's claim. "I stole it? Hmph...big talk! Even though you're the one who stole everything from ME!" You blinked a few times in shock, allowing your head to tilt. There it was again...that same, faint sparkle near Jamil's heart as you had seen with Riddle, Leona, and Azul's hearts before. Like it was calling out to you for help. A sudden burst of power caught your attention, your gaze flicking back up to Jamil's. "Let me show all of you a taste of my true power! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" 

And with that, Jamil charged, already heading straight for Kalim. You were swift enough to dodge out of the way as Grim launched a fireball right at Jamil. It shot him right in the chest, the male releasing a grunt at the impact. His snakes flared and all hissed at Grim at the same time. With a swirl of his hand, one of them came off and began to swiftly slither towards Grim. It began to bite at the air, hoping to grasp the monster in its fangs. Grim began to run around in a circle, shouting something about not being a fan of the little pest in terror. Jade and Floyd both stood back to back, the two of them now launching their own attacks at Jamil. Jamil took the one from Jade but swatted the one from Floyd right back at him. The Tweel went flying into a nearby pile of carpets, to which Jade looked back to his twin to check on him. Once he was certain he was alright, given a thumbs up from beneath the carpets from Floyd, Jade continued his prior assault. Right after said attack, Kalim charged for Jamil, the two men now quite literally wrestling on the ground. Snakes began to nip and bite at Kalim, but the red-eyed boy held his ground. Using his Unique Magic, he began to pelt the snakes with water, making them hiss out in pain. Azul was swift to dart over to Grim, taking the head of the snake that was chasing him and crushing it under the bottom of his cane. Grim then turned, and with a battle cry, set the snake on fire. The snake soon dissolved into nothing more than pure ashes, to which Grim and Azul quickly high-fived and shared a smile for their efforts. Jamil soon kicked Kalim off of him entirely, now sending him flying right into the pile of carpets where Floyd had just been crawling out. The two boys collided with each other, now both Floyd and Kalim being within the pile at the same time. A snake curled around Jade's throat, now promptly choking the Tweel out. He began to choke, raising his arms and attempting to pull the snake off of him. You and Azul charged at the same time, Azul swiftly unlodging the snake from Jade's throat with his cane, and you smacked it down onto the ground with a nearby vase you had picked up. Shards of the antique flew everywhere as the snake hissed in pain. Grim charged over once more, setting this snake ablaze like he had with the one before. Once it was nothing more than ashes, Azul held onto Jade with an arm while you fished Kalim and Floyd out of their pile. Soon, your group turned their gazes onto Jamil, and they all began to fire multiple spells at once. Despite his overpowered state, Jamil was vulnerable due to his hysterics, like the others had been before. It didn't take long for Jamil to crouch onto a knee, those sparkles from before now seeming to trickle from within his very heart. 

His voice was weak and pained now. "Number...one….I thought...I could finally be free…." Now grasping the light, you arose and dashed to Jamil's side. His eyes weakly flickered up to meet your own. You gently held out your hand with a warm smile. Silence passed over the dorm. While Jamil seemed reluctant at first, he eventually took your hand in his own with a tear in his eye. You took hold of his other hand, now swiftly pulling him to his feet and ripping him towards you in a hug. Though he was taken aback, the male soon hugged you back, tears gently beginning to cascade down his face. Your vision began to turn white as a light was cast over both you and Jamil, making your group cover their eyes. You knew what time it was. Soon, you could see the foggy images and memories begin to play out of Jamil's past, his voice strong and clear despite you feeling like you were underwater. You could hear both his voice as a child's and Kalim's along with him, your form soon being swiftly pulled through the various scenes Jamil's inner self played out. "The earliest memory I have is of my parents bowing their heads in submission to Kalim's parents...I loathed seeing them like that." You turned your head as another memory popped up, one of Jamil's parents telling him to keep a losing streak up to Kalim. Your heart wretched at the sight. Shouldn't parents only wish the best for their children? "Kalim's family is way above my own...which means...he is above me. Therefore, whether it's grades, athletics, or games...I can never allow Kalim to surpass me." The coldness and pain in Jamil's voice as he spoke was undeniable. Your gaze softened even further than it had before, for you could see Jamil's hooded form standing directly beside you now as he kept on speaking. "To keep pace with Kalim, I pretend to be incapable of anything." Another memory of Kalim and Jamil began to play out as the figure of Jamil beside you seemed to stiffen. "...You haven't beaten me. I've been letting you win all along. With that airhead look….pay attention, Mr. Oblivious!" Another memory began to play out, but this time, it was of both Crowley and Kalim speaking. Crowley mentioned something about...a transfer? You soon felt your opinions on Crowley begin to shift. Was he really so easily bought? "Adults always say the same thing. "I'm sure you understand". But, who is going to try and understand me?" Jamil's hooded head soon turned to face you, his body turning to follow suit. He looked exhausted and pained. Kalim's voice soon came through the memory once more. "We have to work together, Jamil! Okay! Ahaha!" Jamil's body and voice began to shake as his eyes were filled with utter rage at the mere sound of Kalim's voice came through. "...E-enough…" Kalim's voice soon came through once more, his voice even brighter than before. "Jamil is the only one who'd never betray me!" Jamil began to shake even more, now beginning to curl in on himself in rage despite standing up. "THAT'S ENOUGH! Kalim, as long as you're there….I-i…I'll have to live my life handing everything over to you! I-i….even I want to be...number...one…" Your lips soon curled into an inviting smile. You turned to face Jamil as the last memory faded out. Taking both of his hands in yours, you beam up at the boy. His gaze soon flickered over to meet yours, silent tears running down his cheeks. But soon, his legs crumbled and he fell to his knees. You caught him and held the male close, allowing him to silently sob in your arms. Your vision soon began to fade to black…..

"Jamil….JAMIL!"  Kalim's voice was the first thing you heard as you began to reawaken. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head to the side. You and Jamil had both passed out side by side, still holding each other's hands. Soon, you begin to sit up as Jamil did the same. "Ugghhh….my head...where am…" Jamil slowly turned his head to you, then to everyone else. They were all crowded around the two of you. Everyone began to give their relieved statements, Jade and Floyd being the pair to help you stand completely. You hung back as Jamil and Kalim began to teasingly reconcile. Azul even began to praise Jamil on his tactics and intelligence and offered for the male to join Octavinelle, which Jamil declined with a wild smirk. Soon, you made your way over to a nearby fountain and sat down, letting your finger gently trace circles in the water below. The sound of footsteps caught your attention, to which your head turned. It was Jamil, who was now pulling his hood off. His gaze met yours and softened, the male's head now slanting at the sight of your figure. "[Y/n]. If it's not too much for me to ask….may I…" Soon gathering what he meant, you slid over for Jamil to take a seat. Jamil exhaled in relief, now taking his place beside you. His gaze soon trailed back over to the water as he seemed to carefully mull over his words. Thankfully, you were the one to begin to speak first. "If this is about the whole Overblot thing and the...lovely outfit change? Don't worry about it. I was fine." Jamil glanced over, already chuckling at your rather blunt statement. "Ah...you are rather bright. Although, I truly must...apologize for before. And...I know what you saw. What you heard. What you felt. We were both right there, after all. I….did not mean to lose my composure. You may hate me for that, little diamond...I will take it in stride." Jamil placed both of his hands onto his head, allowing his eyes to screw shut. You could have sworn you saw a few tears pricking his eyes. Glancing over to a blossoming vine nearby, you gently pluck a bright jasmine flower from the vine. Turning to Jamil, you learn over, now tucking this jasmine flower into his hair. Jamil's eyes flicker open in shock, his expression now a bit more loving than before. "....What...after all I did...you still…" He seemed to be at a loss for words. You smiled once the flower was in place, now taking both of his hands in your own once again. "Don't you worry, Jamil. I'm here for you. Now and always. Though I can't do anything about your struggles in the past, I can help you push through to the future. I've got your back." Jamil's eyes filled with tears once more, one breaking free from the rest and trickling down his face. He wipes it away with a hand, releasing a breathless chuckle at you. Then, he begins to smirk, now taking another jasmine flower nearby and placing it into your hair. "...Just know I won't go easy on you, either. I'm through with that." Jamil sent you a wink and you allowed your head to slightly tilt back in a laugh. "Ohhh, I didn't think so. I don't think I'd have it any other way. Just, promise me something? Don't turn into Medusa again, okay? Snakes are slimy." Jamil began to laugh right along with you at your quip, the two of you enjoying each other's company for the time being. Once your laughter had died down, you both met each other's gazes. Without a second thought, the two of you seemed to drift towards each other, a sweeter kiss than the one from before being shared. Jamil hummed into your lips as he gently cupped your face with his hands, a breeze being swept over your two forms. 

As you both separated, Jamil's gaze had softened once more. "You must truly be a diamond, [Y/n]...because you're still shining for me."

((Hey Hey Hey, everyone! Its finally here! I had a complete and total ball writing this one! The pain yet eventual happiness is real here! Next up will be Aftermath Overblot!Azul Ashengrotto x Reader! Hope you all enjoyed and I hope you have a fantastic day~💖🌹

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