#like . hung around a little too long and pushed himself into business he has no real necessary right to be in... made mitch look bad
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I hope you donât mind me asking, but whatâs the deal with Mitch and his dad? Last night prompted a lot of Mitch Daddy Issues Marner comments and I was kinda lost. I know he started hockey like. Ridiculously young and there was one video I saw where he mentioned something about like a hockey deal with his dad where he was like yeah I wonât get into that and it had iffy vibes but?
i don't know like. full full details either tbh. but there is this vid from when mitch was little and he and his dad were in a local news story and that's one of the first things i ever saw about mitch. i think his dad's just been a pretty extreme helicoptor parent and made disparaging comments about how ppl dont take mitch seriously bc of his personality and involved himself in mitch's contract negotiations w the leafs to a degree that reflected badly on mitch. i think you can tell how there are definitely problems with their relationship in the way he talks about his dad to the media and how his "father" knows not to mention hockey around him bc he doesn't want to hear it... the evolution of that relationship where mitch now no longer wants him involved. to me......... he just kind of seems like a guy that was like way too heavily invested in his young kid getting into this sport and there's definitely something fractured there bc mitch has a lot of warmth for his mom and his brother when he talks about his family, but sometimes his dad is excluded from that. (AND as a purely speculative section to this, it's interesting that mitch finds himself very attached to dad figures on the team like patrick marleau, matt martin, jumbo, muzz, bogo, etc... like clearly there are some Feelings there and potentially a paternal void that he likes to fill by glomming on to men who aren't afraid to give him affection praise and love that he definitely craves.... there's an essay to be written abt this but i'll save it for someone funnier)
#easks#ANYWYA paul marner kinda just seems like a scumbag#like . hung around a little too long and pushed himself into business he has no real necessary right to be in... made mitch look bad#by being demanding abt his salary n leadership status on the team n etc etc when#this is mitchs job and hes a grown man at this point l#from that clip hes just clearly the type of parent that has prioritized competitiveness over fun throughout mitchs childhood#like if hes like that in front of the cameras... i cant even imagine behind closed doors#im not trying to say hes evil i just think its amazing mitch has maintained such a positive outlook on the sport and his lifes trajectory w#a major factor like a Parent... acting like that lol#it rlly makes u think abt mitchs blueprint ep and how he said its not always easy to be the fun easy going guy but#its necessary... also makes u think abt mitchs treatment under babcock and why he had to lean so heavily on teammates n reminding himself#that this is all fun but i digress#mitch used to always make mothers day posts and never fathers day ones (i think.. if im recalling ig stalking correctly).. so that tells u
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tw. pseudocest, noncon, possessiveness, grooming?, age gap, blood, murder, a lot of trauma bonding
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a/n. thank yoUUUU rhi for betaing you are my favorite as alwaysssss I love you soooo much âĄâĄ
okkotsu yuuta x fem!reader
Blood is splattered on the ground of the dirty alley, and thereâs another heavy thump when his kick once again lands on the kidâs skull and he moans in pain. He calls him a kid in his head because heâs got that shit-faced little attitude, and now an ugly gap where his front teeth used to sit, but he should be old enough to know better. As a couple passes by the narrow street, he shields things from view a little, before using the long edge of his sheathed sword to push the dumb, bloody face to the side. Because his eyes are starting to look like two overripe tomatoes from the impact, he couches down before the sandy brunet.
âYou know what this is about?â Yuutaâs voice is hoarse. He hadnât really noticed it before, but itâs been a busy week cleaning up your messes. Donât get him wrong, he doesnât mind. If anything, it makes him feel sort of useful. Youâre good and kind and donât get into trouble on purpose â which is why heâs here late at night making sure things get handled. Niisanâs got it, after all. He doesnât bother to clear his voice. âHey.â
âTake my cash,â the young man below him now whistles through the missing teeth, teary eyes darting around as he pats his hand all over himself to look for a wallet.
Yuuta scoffs. âI donât want your money. If I did, you think Iâd waste my time beating your face in like you had it coming?â The anxious, almost nervous lilt to his own voice doesnât escape him. If you could see him now, youâd probably say that he was enjoying this too much - and while he is, the idea of this getting back to you doesnât escape his mind. It wonât though, logically speaking. The kid probably wouldnât be able to see straight for a couple hours, and you will never find out. âI want to know why youâre hanging around Rikaâs kid sister.â
âKid? W- I donât know any Rika!â He yelps when he tries to lift his head and gets the handle of the weapon hit hard onto the bridge of his nose again, adding more blood to the mess thatâs running all over the bottom of his face. Yuuta really canât see it, lifting his top lip in slight disgust. Handsome, where? Just as much as this boy isnât really a kid anymore, neither are you. But youâre younger, and deserving of protection â is it really so bad he wants to imagine you as his baby sister for a bit longer before you start trying to escape from under his wings?
Not that youâre going to go anywhere.
âI donât know a Rika,â the blond whines again now, hiding his face into his hands to drool and hiccup against the cold floor.
âOrimoto Rika, has a kid sister.â Yuuta bites back, patience running really thin.
âO-I- I kn- oh, weâre in the same uni prep class!â He gets up to close his eyes and focus all his attention on not just kicking against his skull until the answers fall out. He knows that, how else would he even know to ask? The head damage takes it a few seconds to make the guy continue, sniffling. âWeâre friends- or- my friend knew her. I liked her so we hung out a few times.â Yuutaâs hand is cold around the worn handle.
He takes a slow breath, watches the cloud of air as he lets it out. The promise ring glints in the light of the street, and itâs all familiarity and instinct that makes him brush his thumb over it. âWere you serious with her? Or did you tell her whatever so you could fuck her? Hm? Did you fuck my little sister?â The brunet snivels and whines under him when his foot lands back right before his face, demanding attention.
âI wonât talk to her anymore, I swear! I swear I w-wonât even - itâll be like I never existed. Please.â The pitiful whining heâs doing, groveling like a dog below him - sort of reminds him of a younger him. Someone who didnât have a purpose yet, and was scared of everything for it. The heavy weight of the ring clings to his hand when he lifts it to unsheath the katana, seeming to wrap a comforting palm around his own. If he could, he'd tangle fingers with her.
âP-please, let me go home! I didnât do- I wouldnât touch your s-sister, I didnât know.â
âI hate guys who arenât serious with her.â He clicks his tongue, and has to spit out the nasty taste that this entire situation leaves on his tongue. The weight of the sword is barely an inconvenience when both hands wrap around the handle properly. Heâs doing this for Rika and him. Always. âShe deserves so much better.â A mean flash of possession crosses his thoughts - how no one except him will ever be good enough. But he pushes it back, because that has nothing to do with why heâs doing this. Nothing.
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âYuuta~â Her voice haunts when he closes his eyes.
Heâs in the sandpit of the Childrenâs hospital, rocking back and forth softly on the edge of it as he waits. The sun makes the sand nice and toasty, it warms his feet when he plants them down. âYuuta!â Itâs instinctive, when he looks up at the familiar voice. Rikaâs hair travels in a perfect arc behind her when she runs to make it catch the light like a halo. Pretty blue dress making the shine of her hair even brighter, cheeks rosy, and her eyes glittering diamonds when they find his and she crashes down next to him. Her scraped knee is proof that itâs too hard, but he canât help but smile when her cheek touches his arm on the landing.
Something hits the floor with a loud thump.
Yuuta turns over his shoulder to watch. Thereâs a smaller child thatâs chin down on the earth behind them two, thick crocodile tears threatening to spill when Rika gasps. âRika neechan~ Wait.â You pout, straightening up quicker than you should to reach your hands out to her. The girl hurries over to dust your cheeks off and drag you along behind her. Itâs such a nice day out, Yuutaâs sweater is just thick enough to make his entire body warm. He stares at your face a little too long, before glancing between you two.
Youâre still rounder than she is, but itâs undeniably eerie. âYour sister?â He asks softly, and Rika grins wide. She gently maneuvers you by the hand to sit next to her, then pulls you into a hug.
Her lips are pretty pink when she licks them. âThis is Yuuta. Say âhi Yuutaâ.â You parrot your sister obediently, as she waves your hand around at him. âMe and Yuuta are going to get married. So you should be very nice to him, okay?â Her sweet cheeks are the exact same as yours, long lashes and big, knowing eyes that always have him staring. You just look absentmindedly at the grass when Rika holds you into her side, but nod.
He smiles softly when your big eyes find his again. And Rika giggles. âAnd sheâs gonna be your sister one day, so you gotta protect her well. Weâre gonna be one happy family, promise?â She extends her arm to hold out a pinky finger at him. âThatâs what I want.â
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His fingers are pressing indents into your arm. Itâs unusual. Yuutaâs always gentle, heâs soft and cares, but today his hand is screwed almost protectively tight around your upper arm, and you canât say that you hate the feeling. Maybe childishly, you want him to squeeze even harder - so youâll have no reason to get out.
You donât come here a lot. Not since the accident tore open the painful scarred memory of it, but even before then, it wasnât exactly your favorite place. Itâs at Yuutaâs gentle prompting that you even managed to dress, and now walk however slowly between the low stone walls. The rain taps impatiently on the umbrella above, as the older boy casts you a careful glance. Then slowly bends to sit on his ankles, and grabs your hand ever so softly, meeting your eyes. His hands, though big enough to dwarf yours now, are almost velvety when they clasp around yours. It feels like heâs exponentially grown, while youâve stayed pretty much the same.
Partly the illness. Mostly the age.
âThink you can go on?â he softly asks, kind eyes sympathetically regarding you. Like heâs making a judgment call about whether to turn back after all - debating the long walk back to the hospital. âIâll be right here with you.â
âYouâve already gone before, havenât you?â Your voice sounds a bit accusatory, a bit pouty too. Canât be helped. Yuuta could be a living saint and youâd still find it hard. He clearly doesnât take it to heart, because he smiles. His one hand then moves up to ruffle your hair.
âItâs still hard for me too, though,â his lips quirk up in an almost smile, but you can tell he doesnât mean it. Itâs sort of comforting to know that even someone like him feels it. Of course he would. Your neesan was family, but Yuuta probably knew her better than you ever could. He was beside her when she got out the two times, and was waiting when she had to get re-admitted. He was there when she got hitâ thereâs a comforting brush of your cheek when he stands back up and the umbrella gets so much higher. Yuuta blinks. âCome. I think you can do it.â
Your chubby cheeks flood with warmth, as you take his fingers into your hands with a nod. âOkay.â
Itâs like this that you wind up at the headstone, stepping through dredged earth thatâs been walked on too much. It seems to cling to the bottoms of your shoes with intent - you squeeze Yuuta niiâs hand tighter at the sight of the family grave. It now holds three of your kin in a warm embrace under the several bouquets of wilting flowers, and however morbidly, you think that maybe youâll be joining soon. Youâre young, but itâs not lost on you when the nurses send each other pitying looks.
âIs this where neesanâs buried?â Your voice sounds pinched and small, and sort of pathetic. You imagine Yuuta nii cried when he came to the funeral, but he wouldnât have whined. Youâre whining. You donât want Yuuta to get fed up with you. Not when heâs the last semblance of âfamilyâ you have left. After a while of staring blankly at the stone, he nods, and turns over his shoulder to smile at you again, pulling you a little closer to him. Your arms loop around his waist, staring down at the pretty whites that shake under the rain. âIs this where Iâll be buried when I die?â
He freezes. You feel bad about the double take he does when his spine goes more straight, rigid limbs dropping by his side as a deep, uncomfortable breath makes its way out. Your hands wring together instead.
However long it takes for him to unlock his limbs is however long you breathe through your tears as they well up stubbornly along your lash line, before your head is pulled to his ribs into an embrace. He swallows back emotion himself. âThatâs not- Iâm not going to let anything happen to you. I promise. I promise.â
âIâm sick-â
âNo.â His eyes glint with something silvery when he takes your face between both hands and lets your childishness wash over him, clenching his jaw. âWhat happened to Rika was an accident- I- I couldnât do anything then. But nothingâs going to happen to you as long as Iâm here. I need- you to believe me.â
You donât flinch when he uses your cheek to turn your face his way, but the urge still sits. His eyes study your face too intently, like heâs looking for something he canât quite find. âI promised that Iâd be a niichan that protects you.â
Rain splatters into a million glistening flecks as it meets the headstone.
âOkay,â you say.
It isnât lost on you that his jaw is set too tight as he drags you back by the hand towards his bike, fist clenched around the umbrella. He breathes a tiny, âLater, Rikaâ before turning on his heel. You donât manage the same. Your voice gets stuck in your throat, even when he helps you up onto the bike rack in the back, pulling your face into his chest too tight- squeezes you to mold against him. He smells nice for a teen boy. The kiss he leaves on your crown is gentle, and leaves a soft warmth on your skin â You doubt it is really meant for you.
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The door pushes open as youâre putting clips into your bangs, tongue trapped between your teeth. You cast Yuuta a glance through the mirror when he lingers at the door, and try to smile. âIâm almost ready.â Youâre no longer too keen on fighting, the longer the silent treatment drags on. After a while of watching you with his arms crossed over his chest â he walks over to your bed to plop himself down and lets himself fall backward.
âIâm sorry,â the noiret sighs at nothing in particular, as you put on a necklace and after debating for a second, some perfume. The noise makes Yuuta look, studying you when you turn. Itâs easy to forget sometimes that Yuuta didnât have to stay with you, and he sure as hell didnât have to give up a lot of his youth to take care of you like he does. Like your other family refuses to do when all the cards are on the table. He catches your stare. âYou know I love you. I⊠worry when youâre not right here where I can see you. We stick together.â
âI know.â Your smile only barely makes your lips move, but you do mean it. You just wish realizations like this didnât always have to come at the cost of fighting. âFor what itâs worth, Iâll probably always forgive you.â You try to laugh, and brush your hair out of your eyes a final time before grabbing your bag. âIâm only going to be out for a few hours, max.â
Yuuta frowns when he sits up. His dark hair is brushed out of his face, damp and soft from the shower. âYouâre still going?â
You blank. âYeah, Himari and Shota are waiting for me. Weâre going to see a movie.â He only has to let his eyes travel over your body and clothing once, for you to read what heâs thinking. You yank the edge of your skirt a bit lower, and pull your shoulders up. âWhat, what?! I canât go out looking like this? Itâs basically the same length as my uniform, whatâs wrong with that?!â
âI didnât say anything,â he breathes back, empty eyes regarding you with a static sort of- indifference, you guess.
âYou donât have to, niichan! God!â You turn to walk out the room, but Yuuta grabs your wrist when you pass by the bed. Sat down like he is, eyes tracing you like a lion- Yuuta no longer looks like the boy that used to draw stars on the ceiling of your hospital room for your amusement. Your cheeks heat when he basically glares straight at you for your attitude, and mulls the answer around in his mouth. Your anger subsides as you take a breath. This is the guy who makes you fresh apple juice in the morning, and calls you up between shifts. Because he cares. He just cares.
âCan I please go, Yuuta nii?â
After a few seconds, he clicks his tongue, staring at the edge of your skirt before tugging at it too, barely hiding a frown you can see dig between his brows. âYou know I donât like that Shota kid?â
Your lips jut out. âYeahâŠâ Itâs getting awfully close to time to leave. You take a step back just to get his hands away from you. Itâs distracting, and this is your brother youâre dealing with. âBut heâs really nice. He started high school already but he used to be in my class the last three years, so⊠so you donât have to worry. He knows I canât do everything because Iâm sick and he saysââ
âYeah, Iâm sure he says everything you want to hear⊠Youâre smarter than this. You donât actually believe that.â
âHeâs my friend.â A friend that makes your heart beat a bit faster when he smiles at you, but whatâs it to him? âHe doesnât lie.â
Yuuta grimaces when you stare him down. âDonât tell me about teenage boys, I used to be one.â He bristles before sitting up straighter, and though heâs technically below you, you still feel his energy tower as those big, dark eyes stay on your face. âAre you really âgoing to see a movieâ? Or are you just going to sit in a boyâs room all night while Iâm worried sick-â
Youâre about ready to walk out, but his fingers are still looped around your wrist. âWe are going to the movies! Himari and I! Just because a boy is there- ugh! Niichan, donât make it weird!â The heat burns higher on your cheeks when you ball your fists, ignoring the pressure behind your eyes. This is so embarrassing. âI want to go.â
Itâs quiet for much too long, making goosebumps appear all over your exposed skin. Then he breathes. âCome here.â His voice has more of an edge than it used to. You used to like the way your name fell from his lips. Youâre not so sure you do anymore. Instead of storming out and forgetting all about him, you stare back at the sharpness in his eyes. When he pats his lap with familiarity, you jerk a brow. But you sit. His breath brushes along your neck too softly where heâs seated. It tickles on the way down.
It almost feels like⊠like he could wrap his hands around your neck and squeeze until you stopped struggling.
Yuuta nii wouldnât do that. He wouldnât.
Fingers come to your necklace, undoing it, and it drops into your lap on the pretty, blue skirt. Itâs suddenly much too cold in the room, and you resist the urge to wrap your arms around yourself. Itâs fine. Youâre fine. Yuuta is family.
Still the untouched skin of your neck feels too exposed.
If he notices your rigid posture, he doesnât bother fixing it. Just reaches, then pushes your head forward. The childishly familiar pink, bedazzled heart he holds up instead glints, swaying from where you left it on your side table for the night. âYou get back at 9,â his lower voice sounds, âor else Iâm driving out to wherever you are and dragging you back to my car.â When you donât say anything in response, he brushes away your hair from your shoulders.
âYuuta nii,â you start, clamming up when he drapes the dainty thing around your throat and does the closure for you. âI wasnât going to wear that one tonight.â You donât always want to wear whatever Rika left behind until infinity.
âI think you will,â he breathes back, and kisses your exposed shoulder. Itâs less sweet, more something to punctuate his statement. If he wasnât so familiar and soft, youâd immediately fight against the way his strong arms wind around your waist to anchor you in his lap. âJust wear it.â His hands stay against your skin, long after heâs finished. Too long, and after seconds of sitting in the tense silence, you jerk up off his lap to grab your discarded bag from the floor. The other necklace drops to the carpet somewhere, but you donât care.
âFine,â you bring out tightly, before giving him a last look. Your bottom lip trembles a slight bit, so you suck it into your mouth to make it stop. And tears sting at the corners despite yourself. âLater, then.â
âTell Himari that niichan says hello. Itâs been so long since sheâs been here.â He gets up from your bed too, and you resist the urge to rush out the room before him when he steps around you. You canât fight the feeling that somehow⊠you were just caught in your lie. Your phone beeps in your bag, as Yuuta nii disappears around the corner. Shota, probably.
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Blood. The door creaks, swings against the wind.
Dead.
You hope heâs dead. Blood pools at the center of the showers, sinks down the drain too slowly. It sticks to the pretty porcelain tiles of the old school locker room before the water gurgles it down.
Theyâre dead.
You donât have to question it before itâs confirmed. Before the heavy, silver cleaver is lodged into the side of the already ruined skull. All of them. All of the boys of the soccer team seem to be present, though you donât want to try and count. Counting makes it real. This shouldnât be. The heavy thump makes way for a gross squelch when he yanks the metal out, and keeps the body down with his foot.
The spatters on his face are still wet. You canât help the way your voice comes out when you breathe in deep and try to keep the tears from spilling over. The cleaverâs red and sticky and so is his hand, up to his forearm, his forehead from wiping his hair away. All of it, ruined.
âY-yuuta nii?â
The metal door of the locker slams closed with the wind and hits you in the back, sending you skittering forward a few steps before you force the air out of your lungs with a stuttered pant.
With a soft smile, he turns over his shoulder. âShhh.â The bloodâs crusted under his nails when he presses a finger to his lips, then waves you closer. âHelp niichan out?â His eyes glint over, before his smile goes a little wider, and he whips the blood off the weapon onto the ground. âSâ your fault I had to do this after all. We can clean up together. Hm?â
Your breathing is so shallow that you can feel your heartbeat in between your ears. You arenât sure why you nod. The guilt tastes bitter on the way down.
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Rika was dead on impact. She didnât have a chance, even after she fought so vehemently against what took your mom. You know that. Even if she didnât get struck by misfortune then, she mightâve not lived past her teens.
Yuuta doesnât seem to know. He also doesn't seem to consider the same for you eitherâ letting you toy with the edge of his shirt where youâre curled into him in your too-small bed. The hospital wants you back for another check-up.
Itâs true that youâve already outlived your sister, but that doesnât mean itâll last forever. Yuuta nii doesnât want to hear it. As he brushes your hair with his fingers, you scratch the arm where the IVâs always get attached with an absent minded pout. Until Yuuta notices, pouting down at you. âAre you still feeling dizzy? I can make you some green tea if youâll let go of me for a few minutes. Lots of honey like you like.â You quickly shake your head.
To him this is final, the worst youâll ever get, and in reality thatâs probably not the case. You donât tell him though. His deep eyes stay on you a little too long. âWhatâs wrong?â
Sometimes you wake up and canât open your eyes past a blurry sliver, your head tight enough to make your skull feel like itâs caving in. Times where you have to clasp your stomach painfully tight to hold yourself together â stumbling in tears into Yuutaâs room. Like youâll disintegrate in his arms unless you lock him around yourself. This isnât as bad, but you still feel bad.
Feverish and cold all at once, achy where your stomach goes up and down. You canât mention the possibility of having to go back into urgent care without aniiki spiraling, so you keep your mouth shut. âI donât like green tea,â you guiltily admit instead, and stare up at him when he holds a few knuckles to your head, studying you.
His expression scrutinizes you a little tighter, before he pets over your crown. He presses a soft kiss onto your lips. Itâs Rika that loved it, you want to say, but for some reason you canât make the words come out. He sighs, slightly put out, but then nods. âIf youâre feeling better later, maybe you can help Yuuta nii with the curry. Okay?â
âMhm,â you smile up at him, and you can see how the muscles in his jaw unclench.
His soft hands cup your face intently, staring down at you too intently. It starts sweet, until the feeling of his breath dust over your face and you watch as he flicks his eyes all over you. âYou look so much like her. I can tell now that youâre getting older though,â his thumb smoothes over your soft cheek. âWe should see if thereâs something in Rikaâs stuff you can still wear.â
âWonât be able to fit it anymore, niichan.â Your voice comes out apologetic, though you donât know why.
âHm. You might be right.â His look goes more distant before he pulls you closer. Legs tangled, arms loosely looped around you. âYouâre still smaller than me though. Luckily.â He takes a deep breath, before nuzzling his nose into your crown to breathe long and deep. His warm hands trail over yours before squeezing. âI love you, you know that? Always will.â
You stare at the wall of mementos past Yuutaâs shoulder. Suffocatingly cram packed. Her pictures. Her music poster. Her pre-teen bottle of perfume you wear only on special occasions. Your hands stop toying with the edge of his shirt to brush instead along his forearm until you meet something that isnât skin. Yuutaâs quiet, but his breathing is slightly pinchedâ you donât mean to.
You glance between you two to the plastic your finger hooks onto. The bracelet she made in the hospital care ward for Yuuta that he still wears despite the fact that the color has long peeled off of the cheap beads. âYou loved neesan, right?â Your lashes almost brush when you look back at him, watch him trap his tongue between his teeth for a moment as pink sits on his cheeks. His hand wraps around yours to tangle fingers.
âI⊠did.â
He swallows. âShe made the hospital seem a little less lonely.â The mementos seem to stare at you from across the room as he speaks, and the uncomfortable feeling in your stomach refuses to fade. If anything, it gets more painful. Tighter. âWeâre going to be together forever though. And I,â he squeezes your hand, voice fading to barely a whisper, âI love you. Love you so much.â
There's a cold slid over your fingers when he moves. You allow him to slip off the band, gently, and almost as if he wants to give it to you without you noticing, his fingers slide the cursed thing onto your hand instead. His smile is gentle, makes those dark eyes look a little less pressing. âWhen youâre cleared from going back to the hospital, we can find me a matching one. We still have to get married, right?â
The room feels cold.
â... Okay.â
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âLetâs kiss?â
Itâs too late to be early when the shared bed gets crowded over on your side. âSt- Iâm going to sleep, Yuuta nii. Stop.â You donât open your eyes to the touch, definitely not to the gentle brush of his fingers over your lips when he gets too close. Always too close- itâs suffocating. âI donât wanna talk about it anymore.â
âDonât be like that.â He sounds happy. He always sounds like that when it has to do with you, and it doesnât take long for your eyes to flutter open when the thumb instead pushes into your mouth. âIf we get married, this will be normal. Donât pull back.â He pushes onto your tongue to make you hold it in your mouth all heavy and tasting of him, then leans in to push his forehead to yours. Deep, possessive eyes pinning you in place.
âYou donât want to?â It almost sounds mocking. You know you brought this on yourself. You asked to go home early, you asked to invite friends. Maybe this is payback the way big brothers give it. Thereâs tears that spring up anyway when his other hand slips under your shirt and he squeezes your soft belly. As the spit he wipes on your lips gets kissed away by an impatient sigh. âIâve wanted to for such a long time. You wouldnât ask me to wait more.â
âYuuta nii. Weâre siblings, arenât we?â The ring glitters. Your hand is clenched into the front of his shirt as warm hands grab down your bodyâ hands you love. Hands you trusted.
âOf course we are. Thatâs why Iâm doing this, silly girl.â Hands that push your underwear down your round hips despite you fighting to keep them up. He giggles when you burn with embarrassment, before pressing kisses to your temple. âI love you. I love you, I love you. Who better to kiss you than big brother?â You shake your head, try to push- he doesnât budge. Just keeps your body in place under his with his weight.
âG-get off of me, Yuuta! Stop being so weird!â You cry, pushing until he grabs your wrist and forces it down beside your head. Heâs still smiling though, like he doesnât have a care in the world. Like youâre still a child acting out. Itâs that which makes you squirm more, and the glare digs into your forehead when he gets on top of you. âStop~ I donât want to kiss.â
Instead he laces his fingers with your ring hand, as the other patiently flutters down to rub over your pussy. You donât want to. You donât. Yuuta just smiles when he tilts his head to regard you, and squeezes your fingers a little tighter. âRika-chan asked me to take care of you. Donât get so mad.â
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Itâs getting cooler and cooler and cooler the longer he stands. Pressed in the corner of the sterile, greenish blue atmosphere with white sheets draped over your body. He takes a long, deep breath until the nurse finishes up with the checks, taking freshly drawn blood away in a vial. âYouâre the guardian?â
The red stands out against your complexion as your restless sleep drifts deeperâ he shifts in his seat to lace his hands together. âHer big brother, yes.â
She doesnât bother to pretend to care when tapping her clipboard, gives a distracted smile. âThe doctor will be here within the next hour, okay? Please wait here until then.â
âYes, maâam.â Yuutaâs quick not to let the smile quirk up onto his mouth when sheâs already walking out before he finishes. As soon as the door falls into lock he gets up from the uncomfortable chair to kneel by your bedside and grasp your hand.
Soft. Small.
He hates to admit that he could spend hours here by your side; but the truth is the truth. He could, and he has. And he will, until it is no longer necessary.
Yuuta kisses your hand with a gentle smile, feeling your heartbeat thump under his lips. You mumble, he swears he can hear his name. âIâm here. Niichanâs here.â He smiles a little more when the soft fingers wrap back around his hand and he watches your expression relax even in your sleep. He canât help it, the soft thumping against his cheek makes his entire body warm.
Youâre so alive, and so close- every cell in his body yearns to be beside you. He kisses the area between your thumb and pointer in an attempt to soothe the feeling of biting down entirely. Instead he clasps your hand with two of his before standing up. âYou would have loved Rika.â His mouth tingles. âShe wouldâve hated you- but you would have loved her. I think she would have been a bit jealous though.â
He dips to press a soft kiss onto your lips, humming softly when your warm breath dusts over his cheeks. âYouâre so cute.â A few years ago, you wouldâve had visitors waiting for you. âI know you were looking forward to graduation, but Iâm still here for you.â He places his hands on both sides of your face to hover over you instead of pulling back, canât keep himself from it.
âYou donât want to leave your niichan, right?â Itâs not your fault that everyone else wants you to move on. Heâll take you just as you are. He has to force himself to pull back before he kisses you again, so you donât wake just yet. You will. And youâll cry into his chest about missing your precious graduation, and about being stuck here again, just when you were getting better. He never much wanted you in uni anyway.
From his space sat on the edge of your bed, he can easily see how the blanket squirms. How the motion curls and wiggles until he easily pulls the sheet down your chest, then your stomach.
Two beady eyes stare up at him as he brings his face a little closer. The fly head is still clinging to your stomach, hasnât moved from where he left it. By now itâs become an accessory every few months. Itâs not strong enough to kill youâ just barely enough to keep you believing youâre still sick, and thatâs all he really needs. You need his care, need him. He resists the urge to pick the thing up at least until he can take you back home.
Instead he nudges it up a little higher, so he can place his palm onto your belly to stroke gentle circles in its place, feeling the heat through the gown. He can feel your heart bounce all the way down your body, itâs so cute. When the little fodder curse crawls onto your chest, lids shooting open as you gasp. âYuuta nii-â Your eyes are lined red, and as soon as they find him you start bawling.
More than happy to let him hike you up from the bed and into his arms, where you bury your face into his neck. Your hiccups are so cute. Itâs easy to kiss them quiet when you donât have enough breath to ask him to stop. Heâs sure this time he could slip his tongue into your mouth and you wouldnât say a thing.
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Personally His
Imagine: Simon Riley rewarding the 141âs personal assistant for doing a good job with putting up with him.
CW: MDNI, Smut, Office Sex, Slow and Deep, Praise Kink, Edging
You on his desk, your back arching against the smooth oak as he runs his hands over your hips. Simon Riley loves looking down at you, blouse buttons open, pencil skirt hiked up, new tights ripped to reveal your dripping cunt. Every now and then, his hands will squeeze your thighs hard, making you gasp and quiver before he massages the pleasurable pain away.Â
âYouâve been such a good assistant, love~â He praises in his deep, husky voice that never fails to give you shivers. While you were everyoneâs personal assistant within the 141 team, Simon was quick to make you his with rewards. This is one of them.
âIâve never seen my desk so organized. You mustâve spent a long time fixing it for me. Such a good girl~â He continues, spreading your legs further apart to get a better look at you. You whimper, pussy clenching in anticipation for his cock.Â
Everyone except Simon had been easy to take care of. Heâs been messy, neglectful, and always busy. Heâs snapped at you and been curt with you a few times too when you invaded his space. It wasnât until you saved him from attending court for an unpaid parking ticket that he let you really help him out.Â
After that, youâve been rewarded for your work with flowers for your own desk, lunches on him, and now a good fuck over your hard work.
âS-Simon. . .â You sigh, senses on fire as you feel his tip press against your entrance. You are eager, but also nervous. You glance towards the closed and locked door, your heart shuttering.Â
He takes your chin to redirect your attention onto him. His eyes behind the mask gaze at you hungrily. âDonât worry, love. They wonât be back for a while. Youâre all mine.â
His cock plunged into you before you can respond, bottoming out within a second. His hand covers your mouth, muting your near scream as you feel yourself stretch to accommodate his length. Plunging into a sudden orgasm, your body trembles and you struggle to catch your breath. Your hands go over his, gripping hard to try to regain some semblance of control. All you can see are stars.
He feels your pussy tighten around him, soaking him already in more nectar than before. You knew he's smirking under that dark mask. âYou cum already, love? Someone mustâve been looking forward to this. Such a good girl~â
Electricity runs up your spine as he calls you the name youâve been wanting to hear since your first day here. You were his good girl. His good little assistant.
He slowly rocks his hips, forcing you to feel every single inch of him. Forcing you to take him as deep as you can. It takes everything in you not to moan as loud as you want. To scream his name like he's equally yours. The team may have gone to a meeting, but it didnât mean that passerbyers wouldnât be able to hear the hot sex behind the door.Â
Simon presses his hand against your lower stomach, making sure that you can feel all of him. âThatâs it. Thatâs a good girl. Look at you, taking me so well.â
Your toes curl within your heels as he continues to thrust slow and deep. Biting your lip helps control the desperate whimpers that hung in that back of your throat. Suddenly, Simon thrusts hard, making you release that pretty voice that he has grown to like. Even when you were nagging him to take better care of himself, he wouldnât want to hear it from anyone else.Â
âSorry for being difficult at the start. Promise to make it up to you, but I wanna hear your moans too.â He admits teasingly, pulling and pushing his hips hard to properly fuck you on his desk. The wet sound of your cunt reverberates throughout the office, making you blush.
You can barely take it anymore. He's fucking you hard, but still slow. You want more. He knows you want more by the way his exposed eyes crinkle with a hidden, devious smile. You had to beg for what you wanted. âP-Please, Simon, more!â
Your begging was only slightly rewarded. He settles your legs on his shoulders and presses your soft thighs down against the polished wood. Gloved fingers dig into your skin, only making you more aroused from his man-handling. But his movements are still only slow, deep, and hard. It keeps you away from another orgasm that you crave so badly. Edging you. While you do want more, you are enjoying feeling all of him please your pussy.Â
He enjoys your heat pulling him in as well. Though, he can be a little more patient than you. He wants to make sure that your next orgasm will rock your world. That and he wants to enjoy his time with you before he had to share your attention with his team again.Â
âNot yet, love. Be a good girl and be patient while I savor this some more.â
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Liar
Dean Winchester x little sister!reader
Authorâs note: Yeah I hope you guys like these because they just keep coming.
Synopsis: Dean will do anything to protect you. He finds out just how far heâs willing to go.
You were different than Sammy was. Either that, or Dean had just gotten a whole lot better at lying over the years. He had never been able to lie to Sam, at least not for long, but youâŠ
You trusted Dean completely. You believed everything he said. You assumed that since he had told you the truth about monsters, about his mom and yours, that he would tell you the truth about everything.
He wasnât proud about all the times he had lied to you, but you were his baby sister, and he would protect you from everything, by any means necessary. Even if that meant he had to protect you from the truth sometimes.
âŠ
âIs that dad?â
Dean didnât bother answering you, so focused was he on listening to Johnâs instructions.
âYes sir. I understand.â
âDean, I wanna talk to him! Tell dad Iâm here.â
âNo sir, Iâm listening. Yes sir. Alright.â Dean hung up the phone, and only after the echo of his fatherâs authoritative voice was out of his head did he give you his attention. By then it was too late, and Deanâs heart ached a little at the shattering disappointment on your face.
âDean, I wanted to talk to dad. That was dad, right?â
Dean cleared his throat, and he focused on a spot just above your shoulder, unable to fully meet your eye.
âYeah, yeah that was dad. Sorry, he said to tell you he loves you. He was in the middle of something, he couldnât talk any longer.â
âIs he in danger?â
âNo, no heâs gonna be fine, he justâŠcouldnât talk.â
You still looked disappointed, but after hearing your fatherâs âmessageâ, your face brightened a bit.
âOkâŠdo we have a job?â
Dean finally met your eye, and smiled down at you.
âYeah, we gotta job. Go take your bags to the car, ok?â
Only after you had left the hotel room with an armload of bags, did Sam turn to glare at his brother.
â âDad says I love youâ? Really Dean?â
Dean glared right back.
âWhat did you want me to say, Sam? You think she wouldâve been ok if I had said, âSorry kid, daddyâs too busy hunting a demon to remember to say I love you to his daughterâ? Look, dad has a lot going on right now, and thatâs fine for you and me. But she needs-â
Dean cut himself off when you came bounding back into the hotel room.
âEverythingâs packed and Iâm hungry. Can we go now?â
Dean grinned, brushing past Sam and throwing an arm around your shoulder.
âHeck yeah weâre going now. Youâre not the only one whoâs hungry.â
âDean?â At Deanâs hum of response, you continued, âIs dadâŠis he gonna come back soon?â
Both Dean and Sam froze, and Dean glanced at Sam for a split second before responding.
âYeah baby. Of course heâll be back soon.â
âŠ
âDean?â
Dean bit back a groan, and instead he took a long swig of the beer in his hand. Obviously it was you on the other side of the bathroom door, and he could tell just by the one word that you were still crying.
He had taken refuge in the bathroom so that he could be alone with his thoughts. He wouldâve taken Baby out for a drive, but John had left the hotel room just a few minutes after Sam, and Dean didnât want to leave you completely alone.
Alone. Gosh he hated that word. But more than the word, he hated the feeling. Heâd never felt more alone than he did tonight. Sam was going to college. Dadâs golden boy had left after a long and heated argument, and dad himself was too pissed about it to stay in the presence of his other two kids.
Not that Dean could blame him, heâd wanted to get away from what was left of his family too, at least for a couple hours to clear his head. But he couldnât. Actually, he could. He could push past the crying girl at the bathroom door, grab the keys to the Impala, and not look back.
But he wouldnât. Not to you, not to the kid that trusted him more than anything.
Dean put his beer down and pushed himself to his feet, hesitating a moment when his hand reached for the door handle. But only for a moment.
Your face was red and tear-streaked, and your lips were trembling. But the second you saw Dean, relief lightened your features, and you stood there awkwardly for a moment before Dean pulled you into a hug.
âItâs gonna be ok.â
Was it? Dean sighed. It didnât matter if he believed it, so long as you did.
âIs Sam gonna come back?â You sobbed, fingers gripping fistfuls of Deanâs shirt. He cradled the back of your head in one hand, the other coming up to rub your back.
âOf course,â Dean managed to get past the lump in his throat. âOf course Sammyâs coming back. College wonât last forever.â
You looked up at Dean just then, blinking the tears out of your eyes.
âBut dadâŠdad told him not to come back.â
Dean gently pushed your head back against his chest, unable to look you in the eye.
âHeâŠdad was just angry. He didnât mean it.â
Dean felt like that was the most outlandish lie he had uttered tonightâdad wasnât one to change his mindâbut of course, you believed him anyway.
âOk.â
Dean sighed in relief. As long as you believed him, nothing else really mattered right now. At least nothing that he cared to think about.
âDean?â
âYeah sweetheart?â
âYou wonât leave meâŠwill you?â
For the first time all night, Dean could look into your eyes and confidently answer you, not a hint of a lie in his words.
âNo baby. I will never leave you.â
âŠ
âOf course dad will be here.â
Dean was tired. Tired of all of it. He was tired of missing Sam, tired of pretending he didnât miss Sam when you were around. Tired of doing hunts alone. Tired of John taking off for days at a time.
But, perhaps most of all, he was tired of this. Tired of lying to you for John, so you could keep the image you had of a perfect father. He didnât want to do it anymore. Guilt for lying to someone who trusted him so completely was eating him up. Watching you fall apart every time dad left, then looking to him for reassurance, for the glue to put you back together, was wearing him out. Just once, he wished John would be there for you so he didnât have to come up with the lies. He was tired of it.
But he knew that you needed this. You had lost so much in your life; your mother, any friends you could have made if you didnât move around so much, any sense of normality, any sense of safety, and, most recently, Sam. He couldnât let you lose your dad too, no matter how little John was actually in your life to be a dad.
âDo you think he even remembers?â
Dean was snapped back to reality to find you staring up at him yet again, a fragility in your eyes that he had gotten used to but yet would never cease to hurt his heart.
âOf course he remembers, kiddo. What kinda dad would forget your birthday? Heâs doing his best to be here, I know it. Sometimes those ghosts though, they just donât take a day off.â Dean felt that his attempt today was a bit halfhearted, and he couldnât even muster enough energy to try looking anywhere near your face while he lied to you.
Even with this utterly pathetic display, you smiled briefly up at him and gave him a brief hug.
âThatâs ok. Even if the ghosts keep him away, maybe heâll want to celebrate when he gets back.â
Dean rubbed your back, grateful for an excuse to not have to look at you.
âYeah. Of course he will.â
âŠ
âIâm fine, of course Iâm fine.â
This lie was perhaps the easiest. Because it was the lie that he told to everyone, not just you.
âBut your armâŠâ Dean flinched away when you reached for the gash on his arm, and you withdrew your hand. âSorry.â
Dean just shook his head, âno, itâs fine, Iâll just patch it up real quick and we can-â
Dean was cut off by a knock on the hotel door, and he immediately went into hunter mode. He snatched his gun up from the dresser, gestured for you to hide, and hesitantly looked through the peep hole. You noticed his body relax, and he put the gun down, opening the door to reveal John Winchester.
You didnât hesitate, running out from behind the bed and bounding towards John. Before you could reach out and pull your dad into a hug, he grabbed your arms and firmly moved you aside, barely sparing you a glance before turning his attention to Dean.
He wasnât trying to be cruel, but he was too focused on his mission to notice that his little girl wanted her father.
âYouâre hurt,â John glanced down at Deanâs arm, a frown pulling the corners of his mouth downward.
âIâm fine,â Dean insisted. âWhatâs the word? You got anything on the demon?â
John shook his head, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. âNothing. Now why donât you-â John cut himself off when he felt your small frame lean against his side, your arms coming up around his waist. You didnât want to interrupt him, but you hadnât seen your father in nearly two weeks, and he hadnât called, not even once, to tell you he was ok.
John, however, didnât understand nor appreciate your sentiment.
âThatâs enough, go get the first aid kit for your brother.â
âI missed you, dad,â it didnât really register in your mind that you were, at the moment, disobeying John. You were just desperate for him to reciprocate your affection, and Dean nearly cringed when you ignored Johnâs command, even if for just a moment. All that Deanâs lying had done was ensure that you didnât truly understand Johnâhe was not a man to be disobeyed, and he was not a man to put aside anything he deemed important for something as ludicrous as affection.
Johnâs large hands gripped your upper arms, and Dean didnât miss the way your face contorted in shockâand pain?âas John pulled you away from him.
âI said thatâs enough, now do what I said before there are consequences.â John wasnât shouting, per se, but he was definitely using his sergeant voice, and his sudden rigidity seemed to both shock and scare you.
âIâm sorry,â your voice was quiet, and this time Dean did cringe. Why did you have to be so focused on getting a real response from John? Didnât you understand that you were just supposed to obey?
No, of course you didnât. You werenât used to John, whether you knew it or not. You were used to Dean. And Dean wouldâve hugged you back.
âDo what I said!â John was shouting now, and this time he reached a hand up and pushed your shoulder. Not very hard, but you hadnât been expecting it, and it was enough to make you stagger back several feet before Dean instinctively reached out to steady you. He almost cringed a second time when John turned his glare to Dean.
âDonât coddle her, Dean. Is that why your wound has gone untreated? Because you just let her do whatever she wants?â
Dean cleared his throat, and gave you a brief look that told you to do as your father said. You scrambled off to find the first aid kit while Dean addressed John.
âNo, sir. I donât need her to treat my wound, I was about to do it myself. I just got back.â
âWell you shouldnât have to. She should know how to treat a simple wound, and she doesnât have anything else to do.â
Dean wasnât about to argue that, as a young kid still in school, you had plenty else to do. Dean had put together his own curriculum for you, he figured it was a better way to get an education than switching schools every few weeks like he had. But to John, school wasnât exactly a priority. It wasnât going to get you anywhere in the hunting world. K
You had finally found the first aid kit, and you tugged on Deanâs arm, leading him to sit down on his bed before you pulled out the kit to sew up his arm.
He grabbed your hand before you could pierce his arm with the needle, noticing that your hands were shaking.
âItâs fine,â Dean reassured you, âI can do it myself.â
âHowâd you get that?â John asked from the other side of the room.
Dean tried to shrug it off, âOne more vamp then I thought there was. Itâs not bad.â
âIf youâd had backup, it wouldnât have happened.â
âI donât need backup,â Dean grunted.
âStitch him up,â John demanded, looking at you. He then turned his attention to Dean. âBackup would do you good, though.â
Dean grabbed your hand again before you could try to stitch him up, âGo get me a drink, baby. If Iâm not gonna be the one with the needle, I might as well be drunk.â He handed you a few dollars, and you nervously headed for the door, throwing a worried glance in Johnâs direction. For once in his life, John let you follow Deanâs instructions rather than his. He had a feeling he had a much bigger problem to deal with with Dean.
âYou donât have Sam anymore. You could use her,â John spoke as soon as the motel door shut behind you.
âSheâs not old enough. Iâm not gonna do that to her, Iâm not gonna get her killed.â
âIf you train her right she wonât get killed.â
âYou canât know that! Even the best get killed in this life, and sheâs just a kid! Iâm not gonna watch her get hurt!â
John scoffed, âYouâre babying her. Sheâs in this life whether you like it or not.â
Dean gritted his teeth, âBut I can reduce the risks. And that means no hunting. Not for her.â
âMaybe itâs not your call, Dean.â
Dean stiffened.
âReally, dad? You leave me with her, leave me to raise her for weeks on end, all the time, but when I want to protect her, now you pull the dad card?â Dean stepped towards John, his chest heaving. âWell youâre not her dad. You were never there for her, I was! You donât get to decide whether she gets thrown into danger, I do!â
John clenched his fists.
âWhat has gotten into you? Stand down now, Dean. This isnât a fight youâre going to win.â
Dean set his jaw.
âYes it is. And you wanna know why?â He closed the small gap between himself and his father.
âBecause sheâs my girl.â
âŠ
You jumped in surprise when you felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to see Dean standing there, both your bag and his in his arms.
âWhatâs wrong?â
Dean shook his head, trying hard not to seethe.
âNothinâ baby, just someâŠcomplications,â Dean focused on his usual spot, just above your shoulder. âWe think thereâs something big in the next town over, you and me are taking the Impala, dad can catch up later.â
You frowned, âDean, what about your arm?â
âItâll be fine, Iâll give it a quick patch job and I can sew it up when we get where weâre going. Now câmon, weâre in a hurry.â
âŠ
You were quiet as Dean loaded up the Impala and began to drive out of town. In fact, he was starting to think that you were dozing off when you finally spoke.
âThere isnât a job, is there?â
Dean glanced at you, frowning.
âWhat are you talking about, N/N? Of course thereâs a job, I-â
âYou and dad fought, didnât you? Was it about me?â
Dean turned to stare at you. You hesitated before meeting his gaze head-on.
âHe was mad, I could tell. You were, too. And a job couldâve waited until after you sewed yourself up. You didnât want me going back to the room, because dad was there.â
Dean cleared his throat, returning his gaze to the road.
âSo what, youâre saying you think I lied to you?â
You pulled your knees up to your chest and looked out the window.
âDid you?â
Dean shook his head, âCâmon baby, donât you trust me?â
âWhy didnât you answer my question?â
Dean sighed.
âDean? Why didnât you want me to go back to the room?â
âCanât you just trust me?â
âDonât say that, I do trust you, always. But I wanna know.â
Dean tried his best to force a smile on his lips as he reached over and ruffled your hair.
âDoesnât matter sweetheart. What matters is, youâre safe, and weâre gonna be ok.â
âWhat about dad?â
Dean forced himself to look over at you, and he felt a pang in his chest when he saw you. You were curled in on yourself, looking up at him. You looked so small.
âHoney, I need you to just trust me. Please, can you do that for me?â
You didnât even hesitate.
âOk Dean. I trust you.â
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Can I request a one shot with a reader that managed to pick the lock and escape the hospital? (Dr.Kry)
Escaping a madman
Doctor!yandere OC x reader
Summary: you pick the lock and escape doctor Kry. You don't know that he knows exactly where you live and decides to go get you back.
Warnings: yandere, drugs, obsession, mentions of killing, threats, non consensual kiss, kidnapping
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"All tucked in nicely?" he smiles, feeling the duvets with his hands.
You nod.
"Okay, good", the doctor continues. "Alright then, sleep well, Y/N, I will be back in an hour or so to check up on you. If thereâs anything you need, just press the button on your bed and I'll be here in a heartbeat."
Doctor Kry thinks it's just one of your normal afternoon naps. If only he knew what you have planned. The very second the door closes behind him, you can hear the lock turning. You sprint up from your bed and over to the desk. You open drawer after drawer with your weak hands, already feeling how your head is spinning with all this movement and fear. Dr Kry could come back any minute if he suspects something and then he'll catch you red handed. Maybe that's why he started locking your door?
You can't take more of him. He's like a parasite that feeds off of you and he doesn't seem like he can get enough. You need to get away before he sews himself together with you.
Gosh, how you miss your family. Dr Kry barely tells you what day it is, so you don't know how long you've been separated. All you know is that it's too long.
You rummage through the small drawers until you find a paperclip. If you bend it enough, maybe you can use it as a lockpick?
You don't wait to find out. Quickly, you run to the door and insert the little metal stick into the keyhole. You poke around, trying to find the right trigger. Something has to be pressed to unlock the door.
You sit there for a good ten minutes before the lock gives in and clicks open. With a small, relieved smile, you open the door. You sneak out into the corridor, carefully looking around. You've barely left your room since you've come here. The only times you've been let out has been by Dr Kryâs side (and the few times you managed to run down to the cafeteria). The cafeteria is close to the entrance, right where you have to be. You know the way down to the cafeteria wonderfully.
You decide to take the elevator. Less people will see you that way. You only need once glance in the elevator mirror to grow cold. If you've ever seen a walking zombie, that'd be it. This hospital has turned you into a living dead.
As soon as the box you're in stops moving and the doors open, you brace yourself. Be quick, unnoticeable and brave. Don't stop if anyone asks you something ⊠and if Doctor Kry sees you ⊠run for dear life. He has to be the reason why you're looking and feeling like you do. Thankfully, no one seems tk bat an eye. Everyone is so busy with their own things that no one seems to see the person walking out the entrance in a hospital gown. Your heart is beating in your throat. Bare feet touch the asphalt and you gulp. You're free! You're outside! The fresh breeze caresses your body, welcoming you out, congratulating you for finally escaping.
Tears run down your cheeks as you run over to the payphone in the middle of the parking lot. You have to call your parents and have them pick you up before Dr Kry realizes that you're gone. Only problem? You don't have any coins. Desperately, you look around and find that someone must have dropped there on the ground. You pick up the two shiny coins and push them into the slot. Fingers shaking as you press the number buttons. A few signals pass by before it breaks off.
"Hello?" a familiar voice says.
"Mom!" you breathe out, near tears again.
"Y/N?! H-How are you feeling, you haven't let us see you-"
"No, it wasn't me, I promise. I-Ill tell you everything, just please come pick me up! Hurry!"
"I'll be there soon."
And so she hung up. You sink down on the asphalt and start to bawl. Feeling overwhelmed would be an understatement. Hearing your mothers voice again, being outside, about to be picked up, being noticed by doctor Kry ⊠it'll end your poor heart.
Fifteen minutes feel like two years. Your mom's car finally slides into the parking lot with a screech and is close to hitting another car. It stops right in front of you. Your mother jumps out without bothering to close the door behind her. She throws herself over you and you cling onto the woman as if this is the last time you'll ever see her. The familiar smell is hypnotizing, it makes you think of a better time, a time that feels so long ago. It's summer now and when you went into the hospital the snow was falling heavily from the gray sky. Either it's been a year and a half or six months. It feels more like the first alternative, but your mom hasn't changed at all, so you believe it's only been a couple of months.
She brings you into the car while asking a million different questions. You answer them all, but your body starts to lose the adrenaline. You slump back into the seat. Normally, you would be sleeping at this time and your body has adapted to your different nap times.
As soon as you come back to your childhood home, an immense feeling of exhaustion washes over you. You're home, you're finally safe.
You want to tell your family everything that has happened, but you think that you're going to faint if you don't get to sleep in your own bed again. They help you up to the second floor and place you gently into the bed. Everything around you is as you remember it. It smells like it usually smells, it looks like it usually looks and it feels like it usually does. You're home.
A weird noise wakes you up. Something sounding like a door creaking open. You open your eyes, but to your surprise, you can't see anything! You must have slept longer than planned. The moon is up outside your window.
You look around, noticing a figure in the darkness. As you're about to gasp, a hand slaps over your mouth. Only by the scent, you're able to identify the person.
"Shh, my little one", Dr Kry whispers and holds his other finger over his lips. "If you make any noise I'll kill them."
You don't have to ask who he means. Terrified, you shake your head as quickly as you can. He sighs, looking down into your pleading eyes.
"Why did you have to run away, hm?" he says sadly. "It was supposed to be the two of us. Don't you understand how scared I got when I walked into your room and saw that you weren't there? I looked at the security footage and you and so sheepishly walked out! I knew that you'd go here. You missed your family so much, didn't you, little one?"
Tears start to run down your cheeks, flooding down on his hand.
"Don't cry", Dr Kry whispers and bends down to lean his forehead on yours. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'll remove my hand, okay? Remember that if you make any noise, I'll kill your parents. You don't want that, do you?"
You shake your head just as quickly again.
"Good", he whispers and removes his hand.
Your bottom lip trembles tremendously and you're about to let out a sob, but you bite your lip to prevent it.
"You're so pretty", Dr Kry whispers.
You shake your head. You saw your reflection in the mirror. Whatever he's done to you, it's anything but pretty.
"Yes, you are", he whispers and cups your cheeks softly.
His cold hands make you shiver. You pray that this is a nightmare. A side effect from the lack of drugs he's given you. But his touch, his breath, it's all too real.
Suddenly, his lips meet yours in a gentle kiss. You gasp and stare at him, too shocked to push him off.
Dr Kry pulls back and picks up something from his pocket. You notice how he's not wearing his doctor clothes. He's wearing a sand colored jean jacket and a pair of jeans. You can't tell what he picks up from his pocket, but it looks like a cloth.
"Take a big breath", he urges and presses it to your face, covering both mouth and nose. "Come on, sweetheart. Canât you do that for me?"
You start to turn your head back and forth, but you can't escape his claws. The cloth follows your every move. You hold your breath and glare at him. He seems to be as calm as ever. He knows that youâll have to breathe sooner or later. You canât win. When you can't hold your breath anymore you're forced to breathe it in whether you like it or not. A dizzy sensation enters your brain, numbing it.
"There we go", he cooes. "What a good little thing you are, darling. Big breaths, good job. Don't be scared, when you wake up, you'll be where you belong again and we can pretend that this never happened."
The last thing you see is Doctor Kryâs blue eyes staring right into yours.
When you wake up, the sun is shining in your eyes. The groggy feeling in your head is making everything harder. You canât seem to move or think. With half open eyes, you look around, finding that youâre back in the hospital. You lift your hands to rub your eyes, but your right hand stops. You look down. Heâs handcuffed it to the side of the bed! In panic, you start to move your hand, hoping to get out of it.
The bathroom door opens and Dr Kry comes out, fixing his white lab coat. You freeze and stare at him with wide eyes. He smiles slightly.
âOh, darling, donât look so scaredâ, he says and nods at your cuffed wrist. âI had to do that to make sure you donât go rummaging through my drawers again. If you can pick the door lock with a paperclip, I donât want to know what more you can do.â
âL-Let me go!â you shout.
âNo, I wonât.â He sits down on the side of the bed, right by your knees. âYou need me as much as I need you ⊠itâs just a matter of time before you realize that. Youâre sick, Y/N, you canât be out in the large world. Donât you see that Iâm protecting you? You need me to protect you. You canât survive without me.â
âI hate you. Youâre such a piece of shit!â
âYouâre just frightened. I know you donât hate me. You like me when Iâm nice and Iâll be just as nice as you want me to be, but then you need to be a good little patient and not run around when youâre not supposed to. Promise me that youâll never try to run away again. I didnât touch your parents this time, but if you ever try again, Iâll burn down their house. Remember, Y/N, Iâm good at making murders look like accidents.â
âNo âŠâ
âYes. Promise me now. Promise that youâll stay here for the rest of your little life and that youâll never try to leave me again. Promise me.â
âI canât âŠâ
âI know where you live, I know where all of your friends live-â
âI promise! I promise to n-never leave you again. Please, just let everyone be. Iâll do whatever you want if you just let everyone else be!â
Dr Kry smiles cockily and kisses your forehead. You shiver and close your eyes. Can you ever escape this madman?
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âI said I was sorry, Suguru!â Your words are muffled by the soft sheets below you.
He has you on your stomach, the plush bed molding to your figure perfectly. You wouldâve thought he was ignoring you again, if not for the way his strong hands spread your lower cheeks.
âOh, youâre sorry now?â He clicks his tongue in disappointment.
Maybe sorry was an overstatement. You werenât entirely there quite yet. Suguru had been sitting at his desk for hours, you think (even though he said it had only been one). The lack of attention was getting on your nerves. It didnât help that he looked nothing short of perfect in the dim mood lighting, the screen from his laptop illuminating his facial features. You, ever the little needy thing you were, crawled into his lap. It was harmless at first. He rested his hand on your lower back, and you twirled one of his long strands between your fingers. He still didnât stop working, so you decided to up the ante. Your hips began to grind down, your core pressing against his in desperation. You were hoping it was a slick move. It wasnât. Suguru sighed and closed his laptop, tossing you on the bed before he ripped your pants and underwear down. And thatâs how you got in the situation you were currently in.
He admires your tight hole beneath him, paying no mind to the way you try to squirm away. You donât get very far. Heâs sat on the back of your thighs, his body pressing you further into the sheets below. Suguru keeps his gaze set on your asshole while he runs his thumb across it, grinning at the way you twitch.
âYou didnât sound very sorry before.â He remarks, rubbing his thumb across your hole again.
âIs it a crime to want your attention now?â
Youâre bitching, but you figure the situation canât get worse than it already is now. Suguru leans over to reach the bedside table, pulling the drawer open to dig around inside. You donât see the bottle he pulls out. Youâre too busy pouting beneath him.
âNo. But there is a right way and a wrong way to ask for it.â
You tried the right way. It wasnât getting you the results you wanted.
Suguru doesnât warn you when he pours the cool liquid over your hole. It runs down your skin, the temperature making your spine tingle. You yelp and try to turn around to see what heâs doing, but from your vantage point you canât see much.
âWhatâre you doing?!â
âGiving you the attention you wanted.â
Suguru leans back, the sound of his clothes rustling the only noise in the room. He pulls his cock out, itâs heavy and warm in his hand. Precum is dribbling from the tip because despite the way heâs portraying himself now, your actions earlier were affecting him.
âYou wanted to be fucked, right?â
You whimper below him because that is what you wanted. You wanted to feel his cock stretch you out. You wanted to feel his skin against yours.
âLike I always say, act like a slut, get treated like a slut.â He pumps his cock a couple times before positioning it in front of your hole. âCome on, say it back so I know you understand.â
You grumble beneath him, unhappy with the condescension dripping from his tone. The lube is sliding down your slit now, the cool temperature of it inches from your pussy.
âAct like a slut, get treated like a s- AH!â You moan, pushing your arms down to hold you up halfway.
Suguru eased the tip of his cock in your asshole as you were speaking. The head stretches you out, your muscles tightly gripping onto him.
âOh, honey.â He coos, slowly sliding his cock further into you.
Your mouth is hung open while your eyes roll back. The pressure is heavy. You can feel the way the ridges inside you cling to him, begrudgingly parting as he forces himself in.
Suguru pushes your back down until your face is smooshed in the bed once more. He positions your hands above you where he holds them from behind, intertwining his fingers with yours.
âCome on, be a good girl for me. This is what you wanted.â His voice is soft, his breath grazing the side of your ear.
âI wanted you to fuck my p-â You donât finish your sentence because now youâre flustered.
Heâs all the way inside now, his pelvis pressed against your ass as he pins you down.
âWhat was that? You wanted me to what? Speak louder, sweetheart.â
Heâs fucking with you. Any remaining common sense you may have had prior to this is steadily dripping from your touch starved cunt, and heâs fucking with you.
Suguru brings his hips back slowly, dragging his cock from you before pushing back in once more. You can feel the pressure of it against your walls. Heâs centimeters from your pussy. It aches. You can feel your walls stretching, you can feel how needy your other hole is, deprived of being filled up. Thereâs some relief in the way your thighs are pressed tightly together, the feeling soothing your clit as he fucks you from behind. But it doesnât change how empty your pussy feels.
He moans behind you, his hands still holding yours tightly against the bed. Heâs set a slow pace, not being too harsh despite this being a punishment. Was it a punishment, really? The lube makes it painless, his cock easily sliding in and out from you. Youâre letting out moans because it does feel good. You just know it could be so much better.
Suguru fucks into you, the tightness making his breathing stutter. Thereâs drool seeping from your lips into the bed below.
âYouâre so fucking t-tight.â He grunts.
You whimper beneath him, desire pooling in your gut as he fucks your ass. You think he must be getting close because his speed increases. It feels so fucking good for you too, but itâs not enough, and he knows that. Suguru pushes into you a couple more times before he cums, the warm liquid filling you up. Youâre a mess below him, somehow satiated yet still desperate. He pulls his cock from you, admiring the way his cum begins to spill from your asshole.
âNow turn over.â He orders, with the promise of a long night ahead of you.
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huening kai
huening kai x fem!reader , tags; established relationship , tiniest bit of angst , nsfw , emotional hurt/comfort , cute bf!kai , misunderstandings , he's had a long day, okay?!?! , u make it up to him tho!!! , kai luvs u , fluff , this is so soft i can only write soft stuff HELP , kai almost cries :(( , you call kai "angel"
warnings: smut (minors dni!!) , insecure kai , riding , unprotected sex , cumming inside , slight dom reader? u take the lead , marking (hickies) , praise praise praise , tit sucking , cockwarming
a/n: hiiii!! its been so long since i've posted a fic! currently wrapping up this semester :3 but thank you all for 350+ followers!!! i know it may seem small but all of your support really makes me so sososos happy and im so thankful for u all! now here's some cute bf kai for ur enjoyment hehe
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âi am literally on the verge of quitting this damn job,â you groan with your phone pressed against your ear, lying horizontally on the couch in one of kaiâs shirts and panties as some random drama plays on the t.v. in the background.
this has been going on for weeksâyour lazy boss has been assigning you and your coworkers extra reports so he can go on vacation, leaving your entire division working overtime almost every night. you are both stressed and drained, fed up with your higher-upâs mistreatment.
âi hear you. how did we end up with the worst boss to grace this earth?â your coworker, sakura, whines into the mic in agreement.
the sound of keys at the door seizes your attention, pulling your phone away from your ear for a second to check the time. 9:15 p.m. kaiâs schedule mustâve ended earlier today.
âhey, sakura, my boyfriend just got home so iâll text you.â you give kai a small smile and wave as he enters your apartment, his exhausted eyes brightening at the sight of you. he slips his shoes and jacket off quietly as to not disturb your call while you and your coworkers say your goodbyes.
once youâve hung up, you motion kai over to your spot on the couch as you try to sit up, giggling once his entire body flops directly on top of you. he buries his head into your clothed stomach, mumbling out a discernable sentence into your belly as his arms come to wrap around you.Â
âwhat was that, angel?â you laugh out as he mumbles something again before his head turns to the side, his eyes closing as your fingers tangle into his hair.
âsaid i missed you. and you smell nice,â he speaks sleepily, nuzzling his cheek against your shirt. you let out a chuckle, gently running your fingers through his hair.
âi missed you too, angel. how was your day?âÂ
kai simply whines in response to your question and you take that as a good enough answerâyou understand right away, tapping his cheek so that he can raise his head. he looks up at you, his fluffy hair bouncing a bit, falling into his eyes. your heart flips at the adorable sight.Â
ârough day, hm?â you ask as you push his hair back and he nods with a little pout, his head flopping back down.Â
âso busy,â is all he replies with and you automatically understand, your fingers massaging his scalp. âjust gonna rest my eyesâŠâ
and youâre sure heâs already falling asleep as he goes dead silent in your hold. you chuckle at your teddy bear of a boyfriend before your phone dings with a notification. you grab the device and you immediately have to suppress an annoyed groan at the email from your boss. youâve already clocked out and heâs still assigning you more work.
you open your messages to text sakura.
you: he just emailed me another report to finish this week
you: like, canât he do it himself???
you feel kai nuzzle himself further into you, shuffling around a bit before going still again. your hand is still mindlessly playing with hair before you get another notification.
sakura: and guess who just called me back in.
you: no way. is he being serious rn?
sakura: yup. completely.
sakura: he mustâve lost his mind
sakura: if he even had one to begin with
you: heâs literally so annoying wtf
you: i canât stand him
you: Â idk how much longer i can put up with him tbh
âcan we watch a movie?â kai suddenly mumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. you smile at his sleepy tone, your fingers stilling in his hair.
âi thought you were tired?â you inquire playfully.
âwanna spend more time with you,â kai speaks nonchalantlyâbut youâre sure your heart explodes in your chest at the simple words. you love him so much.
âlet me go get some snacks and you pick the movie.â
it takes a good 2 minutes to finally get kai to move off of your bodyâcomplete with a few whines and grabby handsâbut the mission is successful nonetheless. you toss your phone onto the couch before heading into the kitchen, rummaging around in the cabinets for popcorn.
it takes much longer than you intended, already hearing a movie begin to play on the screen as you pour the freshly popped food into a big bowl, grabbing some drinks out of the fridge as well.
kai gives you a stiff smile as you walk back into the room, arms full of snacks. you shoot him a questioning look, but his eyes are already glued back onto the t.v. screen. it is pretty dark, so maybe you didnât see correctlyâbut you are sure you saw tears in his eyes too.
âyou okay, angel?â you ask as you set the popcorn and drinks out on the coffee table, your eyes flickering over to him in between every movement. he looks over at you quickly before nodding slightly.
âmhm. just sleepy.â he offers you a faint smile before turning back to the movie. you feel a little uneasy at the response, but he did say he had a hard day and you donât want to push him any further. you take a seat next to him, pulling your legs up to your chest before grabbing your phone to see if sakura has texted you back.
âbabeâŠ?â kai starts, slow and unsure. you lift your head from your phone to give him your attention, taking note of the way his hands wring in his lap, his leg bouncing anxiously.
âyea?â you ask, tossing your phone to the side to turn your body toward him. his eyes flicker up to yours nervously before darting away.
âiânothing. nevermind,â he awkwardly laughs, shaking his head slightly as he tries to focus back on the t.v.Â
worry fills your body at his actionsâif thereâs one thing you knew about kai, it would be when he has something on his mind. and you can tell thereâs something on the tip of his tongue by the way his leg continues to bounce, his mind clearly off somewhere far away.
you pout a bit, moving to straddle his lap, successfully gaining his attention. his eyes shoot up to yours and itâs only now that you can clearly see the slight glossiness of his orbs, tears pooling in his waterline.
âangel, whatâs wrong?â you ask, your hands immediately coming up to hold his face. kai rarely ever cries, especially around you, so your gut churns with concern as he bites his lip and looks away from you, hands clenched at his sides.
âiâm sorry,â kai mumbles out, looking down at his lap. you let out a tiny noise of disagreement, your thumbs grazing his cheeks in an attempt to comfort himâyet he still continues to avoid your eyes.Â
âwhy are you apologizing?â you raise a hand to brush some of his dark hair out of his face. kai shakes his head again, his locks falling right back into his eyes.
âiâm sorry for being annoyingâi just had a rough day and⊠i didnât mean to be clingy and make you uncomfortable. iâm sorry, i wonât do it again. justâjust donât leave me, please.âÂ
all of kaiâs words rush out in a single breath, his voice slightly cracking at that last sentence, his body trembling slightly. you struggle to keep up, your brows furrowed in confusion.Â
âkai, angel, look at me,â you speak and despite his initial apprehension, his head lifts at your words. his eyes are shiny with tears as you cradle his face. âwhat are you talking about, my love? where is all of this coming from?â
âyou⊠you left your phone unlocked when you got upâi didnât mean to snoop but i saw your textsâŠâ his voice is quiet and filled with sadness as he explains. your eyes widen as realization dawns on you, letting out a sigh of relief. this time kaiâs head tilts in confusion, a pout settled on his lips.Â
âkai, i was ranting about my boss. you knowâhow heâs been making me work overtime lately?âÂ
you watch with fondness as his cheeks redden, lips pursed shut. you canât help but giggle as his hands shoot up to cover his face, covering your hands with his own.
âiâm so stupid,â his muffled voice sounds from behind his large hands. you laugh a bitâjust because heâs so cuteâmoving your hands to pry his own from his face. an embarrassed smile rests on his lips and you are quick to peck them, once, twice, before leaning back.
âyouâre not stupid, angel. it was just a little misunderstanding,â you giggle and he whines, his hands covering his face again. âcome here, cutie.â
his harmonic laugh fills your ears as you lean in close to gently move his hands out of the way, kissing him again. you feel his body slowly unwind as your lips move against his, your hands replacing his own as you cup his cheek, pressing your body close to him.Â
when you separate, heâs out of breath, his hands hovering at your sides as you gaze down at him lovingly. you notice how perfectly placed you are in his lap, slightly rolling your hips down onto himâhis lips part at the action, his chest rising and falling quickly.
âjust relax, angel. let me do the work, okay?â
 your hands are still on his cheeks as his eyes glimmer up at you, still wet and glistening. he nods in response, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stares at you in awe. so cute. you smile down at him before pressing your lips against his, your hands sliding into his hair.
kai softens into your touch, his hovering hands finally resting on your hips, holding you steady in his lap. you moan a bit as his teeth eagerly nip at your bottom lip, tongue swiping across shortly after to ease the sting. his hips move up against yours, trying to create any friction possible. heâs already hard, you notice, feeling his thick erection pressing against your core.
you pull away from the kiss to take a good look at his pretty face, his lips slick with your spit, a slight pink resting on his cheekbones. you canât resist the urge to lean down to kiss up his jaw, pecking that spot under his ear that makes his body rack with shivers. he whines quietly as you suck marks onto his skin, still slightly sticky with sweat from his long day.Â
âdo you wanna fuck me, angel?â you whisper low in his earâand he quite literally moans at your words, nodding quickly as his hands grip your hips tighter, his hips bucking up into your clothed core.
âyes, yes, please,â he pants, already tugging at your clothes to get them off of your body. you giggle at his enthusiasm, letting him pull your shirt over your head. the movie running in the background does little to nothing to cancel out the heavy breathing as you wrap your arms around kaiâs neck, arching your back a bit as he takes one of your sensitive buds into his mouth.Â
his tongue swirls around your nipple, his hands coming up to grope your boobs, loving how soft and bouncy there are. his hips move against you impatiently, but you know he wonât do anything without your word.
âmy good boy,â you sigh out, the flashing lights from the t.v casting a sparkly reflection in his dark eyes. you smile dreamily at him, cupping the side of his face in your hand before you lean down to kiss him again.Â
his hands roam your body with such determination and your mind grows muddled with every kiss to your chest and brush of his fingertips against your heated skin. you can feel yourself leaking through your panties as you grind against him. you sit back a bit to grab the bottom of his shirt, tugging it up.
âi wanna see you too,â you speak as you help him take it off. youâll never get used to how gorgeous he isâyou know heâs been working out even more recently, and the fruits of his labor are definitely starting to show. his pecs are prominent as you lightly drag your nails over his feverish skin, hearing the strained moan he lets out at the touch. always so sensitive.Â
you trail your fingers down to his stomach and he lets his head fall back with a sigh. you lean in to press fluttery kisses to his bared neck and a low moan leaves his lips as you bite onto his skin. he smells like the cologne that you had gifted him for his birthday and the scent makes your stomach flip with anticipation.Â
âall mine,â you mumble and his hips buck up again, his head lulling to the side to give you more access to his neck.
âall yours, all yours,â he echoes out, his hands running up and down the sides of your body. you feel your core pulse when he brings a hand down to rub your clit through your panties, rolling your hips against his fingers.
your actions are feverish as your fingers trail lower to the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling his pants and underwear back in one swift motion. his crying dick slaps against his stomach at the action, already leaking glistening precum that leaves a trail across his lower stomach. his tip is an angry red and you have to resist the urge to get down on your knees and have a taste for yourself.
kaiâs hands are obediently still on your hips as he waits for your next move, eyes flickering across your face. you give him a small smile before placing your cupped hand right below his mouth, cocking your head to the side.
âspit.âÂ
and he doesâa string of saliva leaving his mouth, dropping into the palm of your hand, dripping off of his lips. the broken moan that leaves his lips is music to your ears as you grab onto his erection with your slicked-up hand, spreading his own spit over the length.Â
âyou listen so well, angel,â you breathe out, watching as he preens at your praise, a tiny smile finding its way onto his face. he looks so gorgeousâwith his dark hair roused and in his eyes, cheeks flushed, his beauty marks sitting on his skin like stars in the sky.
you lean in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to his lips, his tongue immediately swiping over your bottom lip. he pants into your mouth, whining softly when you squeeze his dick a little too hard, his hips shaking as he tries not to thrust up into your hand.
you have mercy on him thoughâalready feeling yourself leaking onto his pants. you pull your panties to the side, lining yourself up with his dick. his eyes never leave yours, staring at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes as you rub his tip in between your folds; a whimper leaves his lips as you slowly sink down on him, your eyes fluttering at how full you already feel.
his dick is thick and long, filling you up perfectlyâas if your cunt was made for him. your legs slightly shake at the feeling, your free hand resting on his shoulder to hold yourself steady as you begin to bounce on his cock, soft moans leaving your lips as his tip hits your cervix every time.
âso good, angel. so big, fuck,â you whine and kaiâs fingers tighten on your waist, subtly helping you move up and down on him. your moans mix together beautifully, loving the way he whimpers when your walls clench around him, his hands running up your back and down your thighs, touching every part of you in his reach.
you canât even chastise him when he begins thrusting up into you, his head thrown back against the couch as he watches you through hooded eyes. your bouncing tits put him in a trance, his hand coming up to brush over your hard nipples. your pussy gushes and soaks his lap, eyes screwed shut from how addicting his cock is, twitching inside of your cunt.
every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the way his hips snap against yours perfectly. you can tell heâs getting close too by the way his rhythm faltersâhis moans are high and breathy, his body shaking slightly as you rock your hips back and forth.
âcan iâfuck, can i cum, please?â kai stutters out as he lifts his head to rest his forehead against yours.Â
âfill me up, angel. iâm all yours.âÂ
his heavy pants fan your lips and you capture his again, moaning at the way he hastily licks into your mouth. you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his moans tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as your pussy pulsates around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action.
you swallow his moans as his hips thrust up into you a few more times before slowing to a stop, his tongue swirling with yours, swiping over your teeth, pulling away to kiss down your neckâas if he canât get enough of you. you let your body fall forward onto his chest, your breath fanning against his neck.
youâre both quiet as you come down from your highs, the movie on the screen long forgotten. once your arms stop feeling like jelly, you sit up, finding kaiâs eyes easily in the darkness of the living room.Â
heâs completely ruinedâlips shiny and red, his neck and ears the same color. soft marks are already blooming on his skin from your ministrations and you find yourself lightly brushing over them, pressing into the bruises with the pads of your fingers. kaiâs eyes donât break away from your gaze as he bites his lip at the slight pain, his dick twitching inside of you. good to know.
âi love you, angel. you did so well,â you smile down at him and you swear his ears go even redder as your fingers stroke his hair. âplease donât ever think for a second that i would leave you, okay?âÂ
kai nods quickly, leaning into your touch like a puppy.
âi love you,â he responds, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. you let out a small noise of surprise at the quick movement, but melt into his embrace even quicker. his hold on you is strong as you rest your head against his shoulder.
âcan we just stay like this for a bit?â kai mumbles, pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. you giggle a bit, nodding in response. his dick is warm and snug inside of you, trapping his cum inside of you. his body feels like home against yours as he pecks your skin, and you let your eyes flutter shut in the arms of the one you love most.
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x: Thomas Shelby found his match in an information bookie who has eluded the grasp of the Peaky Blinders long enough to crumble their power over Birmingham. But at last, he found you. The ghost he'd been chasing was finally in front of him, but you were trickier than he expected. Dangerous, cunning - and a bit too much like himself. To buy your loyalty, he would have to sell his in equal measure. Loyalty for loyalty - blood for blood - how much were either of you willing to spill before the game changed entirely?
part 12: world on fire
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Days would pass since Tommy's near brush with death and your ascent from the dark. At first, no one asked where you were, but as the week progressed, Arthur and John were the first to talk to Tommy about it. He could tellânot that his brothers were particularly good at hiding their emotionsâthat they wondered if you were alright. Finn, who still held onto the little stories you shared, resisted entering the bookshop because, in time, you had nothing to say. He voiced his concern to Tommy, but it would take him another few days to find himself outside the shop, wondering if you were inside.
He reached for the knob, and it jammed. The front door was locked, but Tommy wasnât one to be deterred by locked doors. He rapped his knuckles against the wood, the sound sharp and commanding.
After a long pause, the door creaked open just enough for you to peer out, your expression immediately hardening.
âWhat do you want?â
Funny. Those were the first words he spoke to you when he sat across your desk so long ago, and now here he was again. Only this time, you were the one demanding an answer.
Tommy stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, his presence filling the small space. He looked around the place that you always hid away in, and in some part of his mindâthe part that also craved solitude among the chaosâunderstood, and he wished that he had a sanctuary like this of his own.
When he finally looked at you, you avoided his eyes.
âYou haven't been back to the betting house. Or the Garrison.â
You crossed your arms, leaning back against the counter. You kept your demeanor cold, posture guarded, but he caught the flicker of something in your eyesâsadness, maybe, or frustration. Most likely with him.
âWell, now you know I'm alive,â you said. "Is that all?"
There it wasâthe uncomfortable silence. But now, you couldn't wait. The longer you waited, the longer he'd be standing in front of you.
Your jaw tightened. âThen I guess, you're just here to take up time.â
Tommy removed his hat and placed it on the counter, hoping to take up as much time to put together a delicate answer for you. âWe have unfinished business.â
You raised an eyebrow, waiting.
He took a step closer, his hands tucked into his pockets. âYou said gave me my life for my tragedy.â
Your lips pressed into a thin line, but, still, you said nothing.
âIâve been thinking about that,â Tommy continued, his voice low. âAnd I realized something.â
Your breath hitched, though you masked it well. âEnlighten me.â
He hesitated, the words catching in his throat. He hated thisâhated the vulnerability, the uncertaintyâbut he forced himself to push through.
âYouâve already walked away from me more than once,â he said finally. âAnd, every time, I let you because of the debt I owe you. I'd rather not make that mistake againâdebt or no debt.â
Your posture stiffened, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond.
âYouâve got a choice,â he replied, his voice turning sharp. âYou can keep weighing everything I doâeverything you doâby value. By exchange. A debt for a debt, only giving what is equally worth the other, hiding behind that cold front of yours. Or you can look at me. And tell me, at last, what the fuck it is you really want.â
Silence hung between you, heavy and charged.
You opened your mouth to speak but faltered again, your usual sharp wit replaced by something softer, more uncertain.
Tommy stepped closer, his gaze boring into yours. âIâm not asking for answers tonight. But think about it, y/n. Because one way or another, it will come outâwith or without your willingness to say it out loud.â
He turned and walked toward the door, leaving you standing there in stunned silence. As he stepped into the cool night air, Tommy allowed himself the faintest of smiles.
The chessboard had shifted.
Now, it was your move.
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The door shut behind him with a soft click, but the sound felt deafening in the silence that followed. You stood frozen, your back still against the counter, arms crossed as though holding yourself together.
You hated how much you hung onto his words until they crept under your skin. You hated that he could say so little and still unravel your carefully constructed defenses.
Your hands clenched into fists. Even as you thought through it all, doubt crept in. You had seen something in his eyes tonightâthe same look of fragilityâsomething he probably didnât even realize heâd let slip. Vulnerability. Maybe even fear.
Your breathing caught at the base of your throat as another thought surfaced, unbidden. It was true. Every time, you were the one who walked away, and next time, he wouldn't let you. The thought alone was daunting, and you spent the next minute convincing yourself that he meant it as a threat. It wasn't though, it was a precarious decision he made on his own. He wouldn't let you walk away again to leave him alone.
The realization sent a chill down your spine. Tommy Shelby wasnât the type to say things he didnât mean. If heâd decided you were worth chasing, worth fighting for, he wouldnât stop. And if he did stop, that meant he was wrongâyou weren't worth it. Both concepts raged on in your head. You wanted to be worth it, but was all of this worth it to you?
Your grip on control slipped for just a moment, and you slammed your hand against the counter in frustration.
Needing someoneâit was a terrible feeling, to the point where, long ago, you decided you'd never let yourself need someone again. The anger you felt towards yourself was sharp, but it was nothing compared to the frustration you felt towards Tommy. He was pushing you for an answer you didn't have, or perhaps, it was one he knew you would keep denying.
Wanting someoneâthere was no line of logic that would make it any better.
Your thoughts spiraled, but you forced yourself to take a deep breath. This wasnât the time to fall apart. There were bigger things at play.
Why did I save him, you kept asking yourself, what possessed me to go there?
The tip about Tommy replayed in your mind. Something about it hadnât sat right with you from the beginning, but there was no time to think it through. Why would someone risk passing on information like that? Why to you, specifically? That could have gone to anyoneâany of the Blinders would have readily gone to help Tommy if he needed it. So, why did that information fall into your lap?
Kennedyâa wiry fellow with shifty eyes and a devious demeanor. Heâd seemed so eager, almost too eager, to help. Back when he was Bedlam's bookie, he was much more naĂŻve, but you offered him a way out, a way to stay out of the line of fire by giving information when Arthur sought it out. So, why would he come backâwillingly come back to you?
Bingham.
The name hit you like a lightning bolt. It was suddenly so obvious, too obvious. Bingham set you up. The tip wasnât to help Tommy. It was to bait you into action, to make you reveal yourselfâto show that, now, you had something you couldn't afford to lose. It didn't matter that you told yourself this agreement with Tommy was transactional. A lost investment would stay lost. But to lose Tommy was something else entirely, and you never would have allowed that to way on your conscience if he'd been killed.
You walked straight into it. Bingham knew, once again, that you allowed yourself to care enough to risk your security.
You pushed away from the counter, your heart pounding so violently it sent aches through your veins. If Bingham was watching, if this was all part of some plan, then Tommyâs visit tonight might not have gone unnoticed.
Your jaw clenched as the anger burned through your skin. Youâd been a fool to think you could outmaneuver someone like Bingham without consequences. All at once, it was crumbling down at your feet. You could blame Tommy all you wanted, but all of this came down to the decision you made.
You ran to your office, hastily pulling one of the drawers, and reloaded your pistol. If someone was going to act tonight, let them. All you knew was that this wouldn't end well.
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Arthur and John Shelby lingered in the shadows, the bookshop just within view. Tommy told them to follow him there, his expression unreadable as he gave the order. Others remained in the car, each more confused than the next.
âShe wonât like it,â Arthur muttered, lighting a cigarette. "If she swings a bottle at my headâ"
âShe doesnât have to like it,â Tommy replied, his voice cold. âJust make sure sheâs not alone. Finn and I will be at the Garrison.â
"You really think something's going to happen?" John asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.
Tommy didn't explained himself further, but Arthur and John didnât really need an answer. Theyâd seen the way Tommy looked at you, even if he refused to admit it. Heâd do what he always didâprotect what mattered to him, whether or not he said it out loud.
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You stayed behind the counter, eyes darting back and forth between the passing shadows on the street. When the burden finally felt too heavy, you pressed your palms against your eyes, suddenly feeling so foolish at your paranoia. Bingham was too smart, and he already knew where you were. Why wouldn't he show himself? What would turning you mad do for him in the end?
You paced between the shelves of books, revolver at your side. You had to do something to keep your mind preoccupied, or else you really would go crazy. The maddening effects of staying awake for so long would get you first, and the mania would hit later. You were no good to anyone without your mind, but dying was so much more terrifying.
You looked down to the floor just as a shadow passed over the window, cloaking your legs in darkness.
The shot rang loud, piercing the window and into your shoulder. The burn came quickly, the force of the bullet sending you back into one of the shelves. You fired towards the shadow, and the window shattered completely.
The crack of your gun echoed down the street, but the damage was already done. The scent of petrol filled your lungs as it cascaded into your shop through the open window.
The flicker of flames caught your eye, and you turned to see fire licking at the edges of the bookshopâs doorway. Before you could move, a sharp pain erupted in your side. Amidst all of it, you never felt the second shotâthe bullet still deep inside.
Your vision blurred, but you held yourself steady against the shelves. Your arm ran cold with the dampness of blood soaking your sleeve.
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âBloody hell,â Arthur muttered, tossing his cigarette aside when he saw the flames.
John moved quickly, his hand on his gun. He screamed your name, the sound desperately fighting the din of crackling paper and splintering wood.
The car emptied as the two of them rushed toward the bookshop, Arthur cursing under his breath. They reached you just as you stumbled out of the doorway, nearly collapsing on the street.
âFind Tommyââ John commanded to the others as he grabbed your arm to steady you. They scattered in the direction of the Garrison.
âGet her out of here,â Arthur barked, his voice rough with urgency.
You tried to protest, but the pain was overwhelming. You wanted to tell them that your things were on the second floor, but the smoke overtook the street. Before long, everything would be lost.
âWeâll handle it,â Arthur said firmly, shoving you toward John. âGo!â
John half-carried you to the relative safety of an alleyway, his grip firm but careful. âStay here,â he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
You leaned against the wall, breaths shallow. You watched as Arthur disappeared into the chaos, his gun raised, his silhouette outlined by the glow of the flames.
The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning paper and charred wood. The night was lit up with the flames of the bookshop, a chaotic dance of fire and shadows that seemed to mirror your own inner turmoil. Blood soaked through your coat, warm and sticky. You staggered, leaning heavily on the side of the car as you watched everything be swallowed by light.
Arthur appeared from the smoke, his eyes narrowed and calculating as he took in the sight of your injuries. âDid they shoot you or try to gut you with a pitchfork?â
You managed a weak smile, the pain radiating through you like a live wire. âGentlemanâs choice, I suppose.â
âWe need to get her to the Garrison now,â John muttered, his eyes dark with something that wasnât just irritation.
You didnât respond, too caught up in trying to stay upright. The effort left you feeling dizzy, the edges of your vision tinged with gray. By now the pain was blinding. John lifted you into the car, and the last you remember feeling before the burn took over again was the feeling of cold air blowing against your cheeks.
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Hi cutie <3 I was wondering if you'd like to write a little Gale x plus size!reader... some domestic after-the-journey fluff where they're just happy with their lives together <333 I love youuuuuuuuu
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Gale Dekarios x plus size reader
Heâs found his home, heâs found his person and now, Gale has finally found his peace
Warnings: domestic fluff, mentions of Galeâs past, overall just a happy fic
WC: 493
Minors DNI
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Peace. That was a feeling that Gale of Waterdeep had never felt. He was a wizard, he had a purpose in the world that was far greater than himself. He worked hard at his craft, learning as much and as quickly as he could so that he could fulfil his sworn duty. Even when he was by himself in his precious library sipping a glass of expensive wine, his body buzzed with anxiety and the feeling that he had to be accomplishing something.
But it was so different now. Peace came easily, just as easily as the sun rose each morning, just as easy as he breathed, just as easy as he loved you. There were no battles to fight, no tadpoles to get rid of- there was just a contented quiet.Â
âIâm home!â Your voice travelled through your small ocean-side house like a summer breeze, immediately pulling Gale from the book you had bought him just yesterday. âThe market was so busy today! But I managed to get those fruits you like for a pie and a nice piece of fish for Tara.â
You flitted about the kitchen while packing away your groceries, not noticing your betrothed standing in the doorway, a soft look upon his face. Your affection for him had never been conditional, freely given even when he was at his lowest and actively pushed you away.
âI was thinking that we could go for a walk tonight to stargaze, the woman in the bookshop said there might be comets tonight.â He traced the soft curves of your body with his dark eyes, unable to believe that you were really real.
âGale?â He knew you wanted to ask if anything was wrong, if he was suddenly regretting this life with you. His moments of madness hung over both your heads like a dark cloud but this was far from those screaming matches and deadly quiet.
Your plump body relaxed into his hands as he took you by the hips and pulled you into his chest. Your lips, ever soft and perfect, moulded to his like they were made for kissing him. You gasped slightly, not expecting this sudden burst of affection but melting into it like you always did.
Soft arms wound around his neck as the kiss began to grow hungrier but before it could descend into the point of no return, Gale pulled away just far enough for him to meet your gaze. âI love you.â
âI love you too.â You gave a parting peck to his lips and stepped away to continue what you were doing before he had distracted you. âAnyway, tomorrow itâs supposed to rain according to the fishermen in the harbour so we can just stay in and catch up on that book Astarion sent us.â
Gale just smiled and nodded along, a warmth blooming in his chest. Yes, this was his peace and by the gods it had been a long time coming.
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When Things Go Wrong
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Contains: Smut, Dom Phillip Graves, spanking, fingering, subdrop angst, fluff, aftercare.
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Phillip has to leave for work at the worst time.
Phillip knew he shouldn't laugh, that would only encourage you but as you geared up to run away from him after flicking powdered sugar at the face, he couldn't help himself. You took off, and he followed hot on your heels, reaching his long arms out as you dodged away from him. "Come here now, you little brat."
You looked behind you and stuck out your tongue. "Nope."
You took off up the stairs, doing your best to evade him as he grew closer. He finally grabbed you just as you tried to enter the bedroom. He grinned and pressed his lips to your ear. "Be good for me and I won't spank you too hard, unless you want me to." You struggled, knowing you wouldn't be able to break free, and he walked you to the bed. "That is what you want, isn't it?"
You nipped his hand, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to let him know the game was still on, and he chuckled as he threw you over his knee. "Alright then, you're asking for it."
The pause before he ripped your pants down let you know he was waiting for you to consent. "Yes, I am."
Your skin erupted in goosebumps as the cool air hit it, and his hand came down in a solid smack. "Like that, or softer or harder?"
He gave you another one at the same force, and you felt heat spread through your core. "Like that."
His hand came down twice again, once on each cheek, before his hand rubbed your skin soothingly. "Ok, Darlin', I hear you loud and clear.
The hits kept coming until you were limp and panting on his lap and his hand slid slowly from where it was calming the skin on your ass to your core. "Fucking shit you're wet." His fingers moved through the mess between your legs before his thumb found your clit as he pushed two of his thick fingers inside you.
Your brain was so fuzzy you could barely moan, and not even the sound of his phone ringing broke you from the haze as you started to climb the peak. The hand on your back left you while his fingers stayed between your legs. "What the fuck do you want? I'm very busy right now with something important."
The authority in his tone only served to make things worse, and he felt a huff when he felt you clench around his fingers. He wasn't giving the voice on the other end time to reply, and he was getting more and more angry as they spoke. "For fucks sake, I'll be there but whoever let this happen is in so much shit they're going to wish I shot them."
He hung up the phone, and his fingers slowed before he finally pulled his hand away and helped you sit up. His hand was on your cheek, stroking softly as he brought you back to earth, but you were already halfway there with the sudden change. You blinked and took in a shuddering breath. "Is everything alright?"
He ground his jaw and pressed his lips together to stop himself from swearing. "Shit's gone sideways at work and they need me there." He pressed his forehead to yours as you leaned your weight onto him. "I hate leaving you like this y/n but I gotta go. I'll be home as soon as I can."
You nodded. "It's ok, I understand. I'll be fine."
He smiled softly and gave you a gentle kiss. "Ok, I text you as much as I can."
You kissed him back and did your best to collect yourself. "Alrighty then. I'll be fine, don't worry. I love you."
He pecked you quickly as he moved away from you. "Love you too."
His hand lingered on your cheek as he got up and left, and with another breath, you went downstairs to clean the mess you had left in the kitchen.
As the afternoon went on, you only felt worse, a bone deep tiredness settling into your bones as your emotions grew more and more unpleasant. You did your best to fix it. You had something to eat and drink, went on a walk and took a nap, but nothing helped, and by the time Phillip had returned, you could feel a shake starting in your hands.
The dam finally broke when you laid eyes on him, and panic stole the breath from your chest as he rushed over. "Hey, hey, what's going on."
You tried to take a deep breath and gestured to your throat, and he placed both hands on your face as he looked into your eyes. "You're having a panic attack." His jaw clenched he took a deep breath to stop himself from losing his temper. "I'm not surprised with how I left you."
He took your hand and placed it on his chest, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Breathe with me Darlin, just try and match me." Your chest heaved, and he smiled softly. "Just like that, good girl."
It didn't take long for you to calm down and he took you into his arms as you started to cry. "I'm sorry, I'm being silly."
He stiffened, and his voice turned stern. "Hey, I never want to hear that again. This was my fault, and the last thing you're being is silly." You buried your head in his chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back.
"Thank you." Aside from feeling like you could sleep for a year, you were starting to feel like yourself again.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and helped you stand up. "How about a nice hot bath?"
You nodded. "I'd like that."
He smiled and took your hand. "Great."
Fin
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Smoker - Sturniolo little sister oneshot
warnings: smoking/vaping, weed, angst, arguing, swearing, peer pressure
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10:09pm
"Guys, i can't, my brothers are gonna be here to pick me up in like 15 minutes, plus i already took like three hits." I shook my head as i sat in my friend polly's basement, we are all sort of sitting in a circle on the floor.
The room was filled with obviously Polly, but my other friends in the room were Issac, maddie, and raul. Everyone has hit the cart at least twice.
"Come on, n/n. One more." Issac says, holding the cart out to me.
I shook my head, "Issac-"
"Come on, y/n! Don't be a negative nancy. You can just put on perfume before you leave." Polly laughs, but she was already high out of her mind, looking like she was about to green out.
"You don't have too if you don't want too." Raul pipes in, i had a crush on this man, he was so so fine, and really sweet.
"Yeah, he's right, you said it yourself you're gonna have to leave soon, y/n." My best best friend Maddie says, taking a hit of her vape, i flash her a smile.
Polly laughs and shakes her head.
Issac goes to take another hit before i grab it from his grip and take a longing hit, pulling the cart away from my lips as i inhale, starting to cough.
Maddie sighs and starts to pat my back.
Polly grabs her green mint vape and hands it to me, i stop coughing for a second and hit the vape now.
Handing the vape back to her, i giggle slightly as my phone rings.
Answering the phone, i laugh, "Hello?" i answer, Issac holding the cart up to my lips again, i laugh and push him away.
"Hey, kiddo. We're outside." Matt's voice comes through the phone. My eyes widen as Issac and Polly die laughing, probably laughing at my shocked face.
Maddie rubs my back.
"U-uhm okay- right yes. 'kay, coming." I cough once more.
"N/n, are you oka-" I cut Matt off by hanging up. Looking around the room as it spins slightly, i giggle and rub my eyes.
"My uh- brothers are here." I say, everyone looks at me. Polly and Issac burst out laughing. I turn to maddie, grabbing her hands, "Quick, how red are my eyes?"
She squints, "I think good- i don't know." Maddie sighs.
I shrug, "Okay," I let go of her hands, "Love you." I say.
She smiles and leans back against the couch, her head going back. "Love you too." She giggles.
Raul waves at me, i wave back and flash a smile. Saying goodbye to Polly and Issac also, even though they were too busy laughing to notice i was leaving.
I walk out of Polly's house and get into the car.
"Hey, kid. How was it?" Chris asks, looking back at me as i put on my seatbelt.
I yawn, "It was fine," I put my hood over my head and try to cover my eyes with it.
Matt looks at me, "Did something happen? You hung up on me." He says, starting to drive away.
I giggle, "Sorry, we were playing a game."
Nick now looks at me, "Oh cool! what game?" He asks.
my smile drops, "Uh- like, a game, where- you um- yeah." I stutter.
"Bro, are you okay?" Chris laughs, "You're acting like you're faded." Chris jokes, not knowing i actually was.
Matt hits Chris's arm, "Why would you say that?" Matt scoffs.
"Don't say shit like that, Chris." Nick says.
"Sorry, i'm just tired." I apologize. Nick flashes a smile at me.
Fucking great.
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10:29pm
We walk in the house together, Matt locking the door behind us as i kick off my shoes.
"Okay, goodnight, guys." I speed up to my room.
3rd person POV
"What was that about?" Nick asks, walking to the fridge and pulling out a Dr. Pepper for himself.
"No clue." Chris shrugs, pulling out his phone.
Matt sighs, "I'll figure it out." He puts his keys down on the counter.
"Here we go, Matt coming in and saving the day!" Chris jokes.
"Shut up." Matt scoffs, starting to walk towards Y/n's room.
Matt knocked on Y/n's door. He could hear shuffling from the other side.
"N/n?" He asks, his eyebrows furrowing as he tries to walk in, but the door was locked.
"Uh- one second!" The girl called out. Trying to clean up her room and get rid of the smell of weed mixed with her own watermelon flavored vape.
She unlocks the door and opens it with a smile on her face. "What's up, B?" She asks, using the nickname she's called him since she was little because of his middle name.
"What are you doing? What's that smell?" Matt asks, not taking any sweet talk.
"It's nothing." She scoffs, shaking her head, keeping the door still halfway closed.
Matt starts to try to get in her room.
"Matt stop!" Y/n yells before Matt pushes Y/n, making her stumble and making two things fall out of her pockets.
A watermelon vape, and a weed cart.
Matt's eyes widened. "What the fuck!?" He yells.
Y/n tears up. "Matt-"
Footsteps come up behind them,
"What's going o-" Nick starts but stops talking as he sees what they're both looking at. Chris's eyes also flickering down to the floor.
Y/n bends down and picks the vape and cart up, stuffing it back in her pockets.
"Can you guys get out?" She says, sniffling.
"Are you fucking serious?! I knew something was different but i didn't think this!" Matt yelled.
"You all said you don't care when people vape or smoke!" Y/n sniffles, crossing her arms over her chest.
"But that's really fucking different, y/n!" Matt shouts.
"Okay let's all-" Chris says before getting cut off.
"How?!" Y/n yells back.
"Because they're not you, y/n!" Matt throws his arms up.
âGet out!â She yells, the sophomore in highschool now extremely upset.
âThis is our house! donât fucking tell us to get out!â Matt was furious with rage, swearing at his beloved little sister.
Y/n doesnât yell back, except she takes a step back and sits on her bed, her face in her hands as she lets out series of sobs.
Chris goes and sits next to her, wrapping his arms around her and running his fingers through her hair.
Nick goes to speak up, âChris don-â
Chris cuts him off, âI feel bad.â Chris says in a soft voice, an evident pout on his face as his little sister cries in his arms, his head resting on top of hers.
Matt clenches his jaw and rubs his eyebrows, watching as Y/n cries in Chrisâs arms.
âWe can help your addiction.â Nick says to Y/n.
Y/n sniffles, âIâm not addicted!â She yells as she pulls her head away from Chrisâs chest, holding onto his arm and playing with his fingers. A habit she always had, she hated holding hands so she would usually just hold onto the person.
Y/n takes a breath, âI-iâm not, i promise, i just do it with my friends.â Y/n puts her pinky out to no one in particular, but pinky promises were something she never broke, so if she asked to pinky promise then she definitely wasnât lying.
Matt sighs, âWe love you, y/n. I-iâm sorry for yelling but- w-why didnât you tell us? I mean, is it us? Do you need something? are you getting bullied? what is it youâre not telling us?â Matt raids Y/n with questions as Chrisâs hand moved to Y/nâs back, rubbing slowly.
âNo im fine. I swear, i just do it for fun, Matt.â She says, playing with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.
Nick shakes his head, âBut you donât need too, honey.â He gives her a sad smile.
âOkay look, if thereâs anything we could do to stop you from vaping, smoking, whatever, then tell us. But if thereâs not then we canât do anything about it.â Chris says, kissing y/nâs forehead.
Matt nods, âChris is right. Itâs your choice.â
âOkay. Iâm sorry.â Y/n sniffles.
âNext time be honest?â Matt suggests.
Y/n smiles and nods.
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Ah, WIP Wednesday, all the energy I was missing for this fic has come back with a bang
Just little snacks for yâall today though, just in case it doesnât carry through. And if it does, well, youâll get the next chapter all the sooner! đ
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Iâll Take The Highway
Time was almost slipping away too quickly in the milkshake bar, and Danny wished he didnât have to keep an eye on it.
(Well. Seriously hoped. Even in the privacy of his head, he couldnât make it a wish.)
He had to get Tucker back to MIT though, and back to Gotham in a reasonable time frame to get to bed before class tomorrow.
If he got to bed before midnight, there might be a chance for he and Jason to run to the Far Frozen in the morning. Or after, Dannyâs classes didnât run late. OrâŠ
He was missing out on the fun today, trying to plan tomorrow. Much as Jazz would love him being more organised, he pushed it to the back of his mind.
Theyâd visit Frostbite soon. And find out how Jasonâs core was, though Danny was beginning to think he knew. Here, when Jason was happy and relaxed? Not tensed, shut down, or angry?
Danny could definitely feel something he hadnât before. Not exactly the same as another ghost, or any of the other halfas, not yet.
But it was almost like Box Lunchâs fresh core seen through a house of mirrors.
Maybe that was what had him so close to the edge today? It was taking some pretty serious effort not to react to even the mention of an old threat to Jason.
Jason, the sweet baby ghost.
And if his smile was a little sappy at that thought, well, that was no oneâs business but his own. At least he had something to sit on for when his rogues started embarrassing baby stories.
Finally he couldnât put it off anymore. Too much to do, friends to fly across country, and he still hadnât found a good way to ask. He just⊠well.
Heâd given Jason all the server info, the stuff about who his rogues were, how he beat them, the things theyâd learned about the Infinite Realms. Theyâd even shared some stories around different bits.
That didnât exactly explain what he wanted to ask Waylon about. And it really wasnât something he was comfortable sharing just yet, even if he already knew it was dumb.
Jason was a good guy. Who hung out with Batman, who was apparently an asshole. He wouldnât judge Danny for having some dark and fucked up stories in all the zany ones.
Fuck, maybe Waylon could tell him how Jason would react. It was gonna come up, itâd have to, and Danny really would feel better having someone elseâs opinion.
He was reluctant to interrupt their good time, another story devolving into laughter, but it was getting into the afternoon and⊠well, he also had no idea how long this would take.
âHey, uh, by the way. Iâve gotta head out in a bit, dropping Tuck back off in Massachusetts, I just wanted to talk to Waylon for a minute first? In private?â Because if Danny had learned one thing?
Direct worked best.
It worked now, Harley nodding along and hopping up, cartwheeling her way along the table and out of the booth.
âSay no more, Danno! Câmon, Jayjay, I wanted ta catch up with you on somethinâ too, so this works perfectly!â She declared cheerfully, giving Jason a fond tug to his fluffy white streak of hair.
Jason shot Danny a look that was half commiserating, half curious as he slid out of the both after her, but Danny was too busy staring into an imagined hellscape where Harley met Jack Fenton.
Fuck Dan, the world couldnât handle that.
By the time he came back to himself, he and Waylon were alone in the booth, the big man watching him curiously.
âSo, whatâs on yer mind, kid?â He asked in a low voice, folding his arms on the edge of the table and leaning in.
Secret villain hideaway or not, this wasnât something Danny wanted just anyone overhearing, so he beckoned Waylon closer to his end of the booth first, tucked into the wall.
The big guy slid his way surprisingly delicately down the seat, then leaned in again, watching Danny expectantly.
Which was when Danny realised he shoulda probably thought about a good way to put this.
Blunt it was gonna have to be.
âSo⊠you⊠Harley said people called you Killer Croc before you ever hurt anyone?â He said in a rush, flinching at how bad it actually sounded said aloud.
Waylon⊠did not have eyebrows to raise, and it was really fucking weird that he was noticing that now, but it was definitely what heâd been doing, and Danny was distracting himself again.
âThey did,â Waylon agreed a moment later, his voice low and even. Guard up, but not defensive. Not closing the topic off.
Danny huffed out a sigh, and found he couldnât quite meet the manâs eyes. Found himself intently examining the diamond pattern on the formica tables. His own hands, twisting in front of him over that pattern.
âYou⊠you became what they said you were. A monster.â The words caught in his throat, hard to spit out and shit he thought he was past this.
It had been years.
A scaled green hand covered his, and Danny found himself surprised by how smooth the scales were. Far from soft, but not rough. Almost smoother than the table.
âWho called you a monster, kid?â Waylon asked softly, his voice gruff with something too close to understanding.
Dannyâs head snapped up and he shook it quickly, sucking in a deep breath.
âOh, no one. Not for like, a really long time now. And they said sorry and everything, itâs not that. Itâs⊠you gave into it. Let them make you something wrong and dangerous, and you stopped. How did you stop?â He asked quietly, finally finding it easier to look at Waylonâs face.
He looked surprised.
ââââââ
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Oneshot -Pushing and Pulling. Home.
Fandom: BSD -Bungo Stray Dogs
Ship: Soukoku
A/N: This is the fanfic version of the comic with quite a bit more detail in it than the comic did. It has Dazai's direct thoughts leading up to his attempt from the beginning of the comic, as well as a look at Chuuya's own thoughts.
TW: blood, self-harm, suicide attempt, language
A/N: Also posted on Ao3
Comic version HERE
NothingâŠÂ
Numbingly emptyâŠÂ
A mirage of thoughts ran rampant throughout his mind with no end in sight. They pushed and pulled him down with arms of inky black darkness into the sheets below.Â
The tug had been growing worse, harder to ignore over time. It came on gradually, leaving him little chance to fend them off before he realized it was too late. It had taken him too long to notice the grip of the demons in his mind.Â
He didnât want to admit that even after defecting from the Port Mafia, after surviving for two years underground, after doing everything for Odasaku, he hadnât changed.Â
Even after all of Fyodorâs bullshit, and he and Chuuya had finally become partners again -though now it meant more to them.Â
He hadnât changed.Â
It had been a while since he had genuinely attempted anything, what with Chuuyaâs watchful eyes. That and when he was around Chuuya, the darkness of his thoughts often receded, soothed by the ethereal man he had the undeserved privilege to call his lover.Â
Sadly, with their differing jobs, it was simply impossible to be with Chuuya every minute of every day.Â
In fact, Chuuya was currently away on an abroad mission. He was set to be back sometime tomorrow after having been gone for an entire month.Â
Without Chuuya around to soothe the demons in his head, he fell.Â
He fell victim to the grabbing hands.Â
Pushing and pulling.Â
Inky blackness.Â
His face contorted in a frown as a restlessness overtook him.Â
âHeâll be back tomorrow.â He tried telling himself through the cacophony of countless thoughts. Fruitless, really, but he didnât want to hurt Chuuya. Not again.Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
Blackness.Â
Darkness.Â
It filled his lungs like thick black blood.Â
Sweet like honey with the seducing promise of relief.Â
A quiet mind.Â
With no thumping beat of a heart.Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
His feet hit the ground before his mind could stop him.Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
His hand reached for the door to the bathroom.Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
Chuuya had stopped messaging daily sometime after the first week. Too busy with his mission.Â
Chuuya hadnât messaged him since last week.Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
What if he was hurt?Â
What if he didnât come back.Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
What if he didnât want to come back?Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
His clothes hit the floor by the door, the bandages on his arms and legs following.Â
Pushing. Pulling.Â
The blade cut, stinging.Â
Through his skin.Â
Through the bandages still covering his chest.Â
Red.Â
Pushing. Pulling.Â
Inky red blood flowed out. Seeped into his skin.Â
Into the pristine white covering him.Â
White never did suit him.Â
Pushing, pulling.Â
The water from the faucet meshed horrendously with his rampant thoughts.Â
His vision was flooded with a bloody red color as his arm reached out in front of him to stop the running water.Â
Waves of steam rolled off and over the tub.Â
Pushing, Pulling.Â
The water bled red as he stepped into the tub.Â
Burning.Â
A pleasant burning from where the blade had cut through him and from the water as it came into contact with his skin. Â
The burning water seeped through his bandages, further burning.Â
Burning to combat the endless, bone-deep, freezing cold.Â
The inky red blood polluted the water.Â
Pushing.Â
Pulling.Â
Pushing and pulling him into a soothing embrace of darkness.Â
Quiet.Â
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The door clicked behind him softly.Â
He could feel the exhaustion deep in the marrow of his bones as he hung up his coat and haphazardly kicked off his shoes into the genkan. Â
He called out into the quiet house. Â
âDazai! Iâm home!âÂ
He was greeted with silence.Â
He was supposed to arrive home the next day, so perhaps Dazai was asleep?Â
It was well past 2 in the morning.Â
But Chuuya knew Dazai always struggled to fall asleep. And since Dazai began to live with him, he relied on him to sleep.Â
âI need my Chibi heater to stave off the cold! If you leave, then Iâll be left freezing and awake!âÂ
The memory flashes through his head as he places his hat on the dining room table.Â
âDazai?âÂ
Silence.Â
He made his way towards their shared room when he noticed the bathroom light on.Â
He knocked softly on the door as he called out to him.Â
âDazai?âÂ
There was no response.Â
A seed of fear sprouted into a hideous flower in his gut.Â
Dazai wouldnât⊠He had been clean for so long now.Â
He called out again, hopeful to get a response this time.Â
âDazai? Are you in there?âÂ
Silence.Â
He reached to open the door, unlocked.Â
His mind went blank as he looked at the bloody scene in front of him.Â
He stood there for a second that felt more like an hour, a day, a month.Â
He could see the steam from the likely scalding temperature of the water. Â
The blood was a vibrant red. Fresh. Â
The scent of iron filled his nostrils.Â
Then the panic set in.Â
He suddenly felt like a victim to the gravity he normally had flawless control over.Â
He rushed forward to check Dazaiâs pulse, with little care for the blood staining his clothes.Â
Through his own rapid breathing, he was able to subtly feel Dazaiâs slow pulse.Â
There was so much blood.Â
He let his mind wander to what could have happened while he was gone while he fell back to old habits. Picking up Dazaiâs limp body, unplugging the drain, pulling off what remains of his bandages. Rinsing the blood still on him, redressing his wounds with two layers of bandages to avoid any more bleeding.Â
When he got to the âclothing Dazaiâ step in his habitual process, Dazai began to stir into consciousness as he pulled up boxers over his legs.Â
He hardly noticed as his mind continued to drift. His hands moved to pull one of Dazaiâs heavenly soft sweaters over him.Â
He left Dazai sitting on the stool in the bathroom as he finished cleaning the mess, mumbling to himself as his mind returned from drifting.Â
ââŠgot Dazai cleaned, bandaged, and dressedâŠâÂ
He pulled off his blood-soaked gloves, tossing them into the trash.Â
âDinner can wait I guess⊠and Iâve got to changeâŠâÂ
He looked over himself, clothes stained red in blood.Â
âDammit! And Iâve still got that reportâŠâÂ
A soft sniffle from behind him pulled him from his thoughts.Â
Behind him was Dazai, still sitting just like how Chuuya had left him to clean up.Â
He crouched down in front of him, reaching out to wipe some of his tears. Hesitant on whether Dazai was up for touch.Â
When Dazai didnât shift away he brought his hands down to gently run along Dazaiâs thickly bandaged knees.Â
He was at a loss for words, not having quite come to terms with the fact that if he had returned tomorrow, as was planned, Dazai would have been dead when he found him.Â
ââŠDo you wanna talk about it?â Â
His voice hardly sounded like his own, tentative, shaky, unsure.Â
Finally, a response reached his ears.Â
âNot reallyâŠâÂ
Dazaiâs eyes were blank, devoid of any feeling, as he looked into them.Â
He closed his eyes, sighing, both at finally being able to hear his voice and at the emotionless stare.Â
Then, Dazai spoke again.Â
âCan we⊠talk tomorrow?âÂ
He didnât realize he had been frowning until he felt his lips pull at a small smile.Â
Before they had gotten together, Dazai would never have asked to talk about something. If he didnât bring up something then Dazai would never do it. And even when he did try to bring something up, Dazai would attempt to deflect and distract him from the conversation.Â
âYeah⊠tomorrow. For now⊠Iâll change, we can order food and watch a movie. Howâs that sound?âÂ
âCuddle?âÂ
A soft chuckle left his lips at the hesitant tone Dazai spoke in.Â
âYeah.âÂ
Chuuya was hardly paying attention to the show, thinking of everything they would have to talk about tomorrow. Â
He felt Dazai nuzzle into him, pulling him from his thoughts. He looked down at the soft brown curls against his chest. Dazaiâs head was turned toward the TV but from what he could see, Dazaiâs eyes were closed, asleep. Â
He smiled, letting his eyes close.Â
He could feel sleep begin to overtake him now that he was finally home.Â
Home being the man in his arms.
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Sweet Like Honey - Mind My Wicked Words
Warnings: Unprotected Intercourse, Swearing Word Count: 2.2 k Note: In my effort of streamlining how I upload things here's the one that started it all. Read on AO3
Everything feels sticky and too warm. Itâs been hot like this for days and by now Bee feels as if every bit of clothing is one too many. It was humid to the point where she swears that the condensation drips off the slowly turning ceiling fan.
Or maybe thatâs her imagination playing tricks on her. His naked body next to her feels too hot to get closer so they lie a few inches apart, barely touching at the hands. Her finger absentmindedly drifts across the back of his hand. Neither of them has found sleep yet and Bee doubts that they will until it rains. If it ever will. Noah lets out a heavy groan before he sits up, clearly frustrated with the heat and humidity.
âIâm taking a shower.â he declares before pushing himself up and out of the bed.
Bee watches him trudge out of the bedroom. Moments later she hears a door open and the shower turn on. She remains stuck to the sheets for a little moment longer before the need to feel that cool stream of water overwhelms her and she follows Noah into the bathroom. The sight of his tall, lean frame under the spray twists up her insides. Sometimes it feels a little surreal that she gets to call him hers. The man that she gets to witness inside these four walls is so different from the one sheâs seen on stage. And now that theyâre here in their own four walls she gets to have him all to herself and gets to look at him for as long as she wants to. Really she could watch him for hours while he worked, his focus and dedication only making him more attractive in her eyes. She shakes herself from her thoughts and moves towards the shower. Heâs standing with her back facing her. She wraps her arms around his middle, resting her head against his back.
Noah huffs out a laugh âCouldnât resist it, huh?â
âYou? Never.â she presses a kiss to his back, now cooled by the steady steam from above.
They fall silent for a moment as the shower continues to rain down on them. Itâs a small luxury theyâd afforded themselves when they moved here. Bee had rationalised it with their busy work schedules. Theyâd gone for the whole package, rainfall shower, heated flooring and all of that. Nights like these Bee was glad that they were on their own now. Back when they still lived with most of his band and friends moving around the house naked as they are now would have been practically impossible without traumatising any of the inhabitants. And in a way, having their own place, makes her feel as if things are getting a little more serious between them.
âThought it was supposed to rain.â he sounds a little too disappointed, Bee thinks. She lets her hands wander across his body. Despite his frequent and strenuous workouts, heâs still all soft and warm, but she knows the strength that hides underneath his skin and ink.
âI think I saw lightning before I got up.â Her hands draw across his front and she feels his stomach tense in response âThis is nice enough though.â
Noah hums in agreement âFeels good too.â She knows that she has free reign over him right now and so she lets one of her hands wander lower still. The gasp that flees from him when she brushes the tips of her fingers along his hip bone makes her shiver. The dynamic between them shifts and changes all the time, bouncing between varying states of play depending on the position of the sun it seems. Tonight it seems that heâs happy to let her have her way with him. His head is hung low and Bee knows that heâs watching every move of her hand. His own hands are twitching beside his body as lets her explore to her heartâs content. Her fingers drift across the top of his shaft. His hips buck forward against her fingers at that. She likes it when he gets reactive like that.
âGotta give me a little more, darling. Please.â She watches as his head tips back, exposing the gorgeous column of his neck. In the dim light of their bathroom, he looks like a work of art reading for framing. She wraps her hand loosely around his cock, just enough to give him some friction. Itâs by far not enough to get him off, but the touch of her hand still has him breathing out soft moans.
âBetter?â She asks, tightening her hand around him to give him a few sharp tugs âOught to tire us out.â
âFinally gonna let me fuck you in this shower?â He sounds almost amused, giddy with excitement for something he had wanted since they had properly moved in. No matter how much she wants to enjoy this gentle, indulgent side of it, the promise of him taking her apart bit by bit is just too exciting.
âThink today might be your lucky day.â Laughter rumbles through him, low and sinister in the way that tells her that he will absolutely ruin her. He writhes out of her grasp and before she can take another breath, he has her pinned against the glass wall by the wrists.
âYou think so? Maybe youâre the lucky one.â Noahâs voice is dangerously low, his eyes darkened with lust for her body. He leans down to press a kiss to her jaw âLooked so good in those little shorts earlier.â His teeth scrape against her jaw âGod Iâm glad that weâre on our own now. Couldâve just taken you at any point during the day and you wouldâve just let me, wouldnât you?â Itâs just as fun when he gets like this, all dark and intimidating.
âTalk to me, Bee. Let me hear you.â
âNoah.â
âIâm right here baby.â The kisses he brings to her neck are surprisingly gentle â contrary to the still-darkened look on his face. He trails his mouth down her neck to her clavicle, across her chest, the tops of her breasts. The heat outside is nothing compared to the one simmering in her belly now. Warm and rolling, eager to feel him so deep that sheâll be reminded of him even tomorrow. She feels him everywhere, his breath on her skin, hands touching every centimetre they can find. His cock presses against her thigh, now fully hard and leaking with the promise of what was to come. The slow drag of his hands against her skin is maddening. Heâs barely touched her where it counts and she already feels as if she could tumble over the edge at any second. One hand comes to cup her breast, gently holding it while he leans down to flick his tongue over the already sensitive nipple.
âLook at these pretty tits.â he kisses her sternum before looking up at her âLuckiest fucking man on this planet.â he shakes his head, strands of hair coming down to stick against his forehead. Bee pushes her hand through his hair. She leaves her hand there and carefully draws him back to her chest. She doesnât have to say it. His mouth is on her again without another word. With a free hand, Noah shifts her thigh up against his waist. His forehead rests against her shoulder when she feels the first drag of his fingers against her soaking wet cunt. He moans â loud and entirely without shame at the feeling. His finger pushes into her, the slide eased by the sheer amount of slick. After a couple of thrusts, he slips a second, then a third finger into her. Her nails dig into his scalp deliciously. Bee feels his breathing hitch against her skin and she drops her head back against the glass behind her. She feels taught like a bowstring already, every touch of his fingers inside of her only urging her forward towards the inevitable fall. His thumb presses up against her clit. She gasps at the shock of pleasure that surges through her. She feels him pick up speed, now mercilessly working her towards the end.
âYouâre so fucking wet for me baby.â he sounds like a mess himself âGonna cum on my fingers first?â She nods, mind filled with cotton and fuzz.
âTalk to me. Come on.â
âSo close.â she lets out, barely able to muster the air to form the words âPlease.â
The heat in her middle feels unbearable now and she knows that she canât hold on for much longer. Noahâs thumb bears down on her clit. Thereâs a moment before the fall where she feels as if she is floating, her vision whites out as she comes undone. She feels her wall spasm around his fingers, which still move into her without remorse. Her body is still buzzing with the aftershocks of her orgasm when she feels the head of his cock against her entrance.
âCan you give me another one?â The breathless yes that escapes her is enough for him. He urges her towards him so that he can ease his cock into her. The position is a little awkward, but with a little bit of shifting and moving, he gets them to a point where he can rock into her without much trouble. The constant flow of water makes it a precarious position, her hands canât get a good grip on him unless she digs her fingers into his back â not that heâd mind. Noahâs grasp on her is just as desperate. His arms wrap around her middle, keeping her close as he continues his thrusts. Theyâre all gasps and silent moans. Desperately holding on to the other as he works them through it. His name sounds like a prayer on her lips. Her praise seeps into his bones with a warmth that he cannot compare to anything else. The feeling of her around him is as divine as he thinks heâll ever experience. If this were heaven heâd take it willingly.
âMore- baby, need more.â she gasps out.
He nods against her shoulder âGonna pick up, okay? Gotta hold on for me.â His hand slides down to her other thigh and carefully eases it up over his waist.
For a brief moment, Bee thinks that heâll take her up against the wall, but he moves them over to the tiled bench behind them. He lowers her back onto it, far enough towards the wall so that she can brace herself against it. He settles himself with one knee onto the bench, all the while keeping his cock buried in her. One hand remains on her waist, as the other warps around herself against the wall. Bee wraps her legs around his waist, just as Noah picks up his thrusts once more. His movements are hard and calculated, deliberately working into her in a way that will drive her to the edge in no time. He knows how to play her perfectly, knows exactly what tempo she needs for her release to be that much more devastating. His head drops down to her shoulder once more. His movements are slower now, but by no means less deliberate. If anything she feels herself plummeting that much quicker at this pace.
Bee barely registers the shower or the slowly rumbling thunder outside anymore. The only thing that she feels is him, the way his body covers hers, the emotion he hammers into her body with every thrust. Thereâs not a lot left in her now. That tight coil in her middle feels as if it is on the edge of unravelling. The hand that she had previously used to hold onto his back migrates up into his hair. The faint touch of Noahâs lips against her skin sinks into her mind. She feels his thrusts become sloppy before the thread inside her snaps. It hits her with a silent gasp. Noah finishes at the same time as she does, emptying himself inside as he keeps them right at the edge of enough and too much. He stills after a moment, his chest heaving with every breath. Bee is no better off. Every inch of her body feels pleasantly exhausted. Noah detaches himself from her with a final kiss to her jaw.
âIâll get a washcloth. Wait here.â She watches him slip out of the shower to the cabinet under the sink. The clean-up is silent, exhaustion having finally settled over them. They dry off in silence; towels and washcloths retired on the ground. They can finish this later.
When Noah rejoins her in the bedroom she has already pulled the thin sheets over her body. The air had cooled significantly while theyâd been showering. Bee gets another moment to look at him. His damp hair clings to his forehead, droplets of water rund down his neck and across his back. She thinks that he could be framed and put in a museum along with the other art.
âTired?â he asks, as he settles back into bed next to her. She nods and lifts the cover for him to slip under. Bee settles against him, her head coming to rest against his chest.
âThink itâll rain,â she whispers, kissing his chest.
Somewhere up the coast thunder rumbles again, closer now than it had been before. She feels him kiss the top of her head and without him having to say it she knows that he loves her. Sleep finds them before the storm rolls over their neck of the woods and when Bee shakes the sleep from her bones hours later it doesnât feel half as bad anymore.
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Chapter thirty-one: our couple aregyu đ©”đ§Ą
banner by: @/seungstarss
â synopsis: In which you and Soobin have a crush on the others bff, who which coincidentally, are dating. So you do what any other people with a common goal would, and try to break them up. Except it doesn't go exactly as planned...
â word count: 1.5k (+1 photo at the end)
â warnings: none I don't think?? povs fck me up !!
âĄa/n: hi guysđ§ââïž(i have posted this and edited it like 5 times I'm a mess its been so long)
As soon as class ends Soobin makes his way out to his locker, quickly grabbing his sweater and putting his books away before heading out of the building.
If he was being honest he was some what excited? To go and spend some time with his friends again (as well as the fact he would love some free money to spend on games). It had been some time since he had hung out with Heeseung and Jeongin, let alone Beomgyu. As they've both been preoccupied with other things.
One being the painful sight of having to see his best friend, and his crush eating each other's faces in the hallway. And maybe that was a little dramatic but still! It was something that would definitely be ingrained into his head no matter how much he wanted to forget it.
More over, he had to see you. Which, he was more than open to admit his distaste towards being in your presence, and you the same.
After the little argument the two of you had he's been in a worse mood then he would like to admit. You were just so pushy with EVERYTHING and he couldn't stand it. Boundaries? He was pretty sure you didn't know what those were. It was annoying him to say the least, but fortunately he needn't say anything when Beomgyu knew him like the back of his hand. He immediately sensed something was wrong and asked Soobin to come hangout.
He was happy to have a best friend who knew him so well, which also made him feel worse for even bothering with you in the first place. All this just to "not" break them up but "break them up" he was pretty sure even you were confused.
He felt a little guilty for agreeing to go along with your idea, but in its own way he's hoping all this would help him get over the bubbly student council president, thats what he's hoping at least.
Reaching the gates of the school he immediately noticed his friends, loud and running around like children. 'Why are they like this? ' Soobin thought to himself waiting for them to calm down and finally notice his presence. Thankfully that didn't take long as they greeted him happily patting his back.
Maybe this is exactly what he needed.
Y/N POV
You were ecstatic to say the least. You've finally gotten a chance to hangout with your dearest best friend again. Areum has always been a busy person but she has also always made time for you. Sometimes maybe a little too late but you could never hold it against her.
Walking into the store you were absolutely elated. You weren't a big fan of reading honestly, a wall of text really wasn't your go to, but stylized drawings along with smaller walls of text? Sign you up! The smell of books, the stationary you thought was too cute to use but would buy anyway, the merch of your favorite media, made you love this place.
Areum on the other hand was a big fan of those walls of texts. She actually didn't quite understand why you preferred comics and manga over a good book but she listened wholeheartedly whenever you talked about them. She was a great friend, more than you could say about yourself at the moment. But that was something you for you to push in the way back of your mind once again. 'Future me can deal with consequences right? ' and 'Enjoy the moment let's not go feeling guilty ' were all you said to yourself.
The two of you walked around the store together eventually picking out these cute sanrio matching keychains for each other.
"Areum I'm going to look at the manga 'kay?" you announced, to which she nodded and you walked off.
"today's going to be a good day I'm sure of it!" you assure yourself with a hearty pep in your step.
well, when do things ever go as planned?
SOOBIN POV/MIXED
"Choi Soobin?" Soobin freezes at the the call of his name. That voice was all too familiar and not in a good way.
Turning from his original position slightly, he slowly cranks his neck up to meet the person who assumingly called him. Eyes trailing up suspiciously only to be met with none other than you. Arms crossed, foot tapping, with that ugly look of annoyance you always wore on your face looking down on him.
"Why are you here?!" you whisper yelled at him, causing him to roll his eyes in return.
What? could he not be in a perfectly public place when you're around now? He already has to at school, one more place wouldn't kill you, unfortunately. Soobin scoffs at your question, getting up from his position on the floor to stand in front of you mimicking your expression and stance as he raises his eye brow at you "It's a public book store, and I like books-" he motions to the wall of manga behind him before pursing his lips at using the word 'books' "-manga." he corrects.
You glare at him for a moment and he swears he's never wanted someone away from him more in his life. A 10 foot pole wouldn't even be enough distance between the two of you. He didn't need your nonsensical bickering today, or anyday preferably for that matter.
He was supposed to be enjoying himself with his friends trying to win a cheap reward for a cafe he barely even gets to go to anymore, he is not supposed to be agitated and talking to you.
Just as he's about to turn back around, clearly opting to ignore you, you grab his arm much to his surpise and discomfort. "Are you here with Gyu?" you suddenly ask.
'Of course that's what she would ask ' he thinks to himself, and for a moment he contemplates lying to you, because well, why should he tell you? But as if you read his mid (which is something he never thought was possible) you open your mouth again.
"Listen before you say anything I'm here with Areum thats why I'm asking" you state throwing a thump over you shoulder in the direction of the shorter who was currently flipping through a book.
As he looked in her direction an expression of "She looks so cute" was practically written all over his face.
You roll your eyes.
Coincidentally at that moment she must have felt someone staring as she turns to peak over her shoulder only to meet eyes with Soobin. Her brows shoot up in a pleasant surprise before going back to normal, she smiles brightly sending him a wave.
Soobin feels his heart beat quicken for a moment at the small gesture before slowly waving back dumbly. Only looking back in your direction when you let out a particularly noisy groan.
"Great, she's probably coming over here now. Is he here or not?"
"Uh, yeah he's at the game shop next door. I didn't want anything so I came here.." Soobin trails off still staring at the girl who is now, in fact walking over to the two of you. Hes not sure if he should be happy about this or still annoyed with the fact he had ran into you in the first place. Unfortunately you don't give him enough time to weigh the pros and cons of it before you harshly step (more like stomp) on his foot.
"Ow!" Soobin winces quickly kneeling down to hold his foot, maybe he really didn't have to think about the pros and cons.
"Leave before Beomgyu comes in here and looks for you, would'ya?"
"Why should I when you just assaulted me??" he snaps.
"Because I'm sure you also don't want to spend your day out with our lovely couple, now do you?" you argue back crossing your arms over your chest like some know-it-all.
But at that he silences, you were right, unfortunately, but you were right. And as much as he tells himself he would be okay with just being in her presence, recently that hasn't really been the case.
Maybe its been like that for a while now and he's just refused to acknowledge it, but either way it's not the time to be dwelling on it. He doesn't have the chance to anyway as Areum had reached them.
"Hey, Soobin! I didn't know you'd be here" Areum says with a tilt of her head as she smiles him.
That smile will be the death of him he swears. So much so he fails to give her a reply other than just blinking slowly at her.
But that doesn't seem to phase her as she speaks again "If you're here by yourself do you want to join us?" she asks, probably out of courtesy. But if it was any other day he'd be saying yes.
A simple "uh" is all he manages to let out before you take it upon yourself to speak for him.
"He can't! He was actually just leaving right Soobin??" you question through gritted teeth.
"Ah... yeah actually, I remembered I have something to do, sorry.." he mumbles scratching the back of his neck.
"Oh no, its okay! I just thought I'd ask. Have fun doing what you have to!"
"Yeah thanks.." Soobin says bye to Areum and sends you a glare before leaving the two of you.
"C'mon y/n ready to check out?"
"Huh? Yeah let me just grab this last thing."
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This is my second entry for @aquagirl1978 challenge A Series of Firsts. I promise no heart lurching this time just fluff and some implied smut.
Dance Lesson
I hope she's in her room when I get there. We gotta sit down and have a talk about whatever has been going on with her lately.
Jin walked quickly down the hallway picking up his pace as he got closer to Emma's room. Just as he turned one corner he caught a glimpse of her hair going around the opposite one.
Damn, looks like I missed her. Guess I have no choice but to follow her now.
Jin quickened his pace again so he could catch up to Emma but then he suddenly slowed down.
You know maybe it might be better if I just follow her. She's been coming up with all sorts of excuses not to see me during the evening lately.
*Flashbacks*
Jin: Hey Emma, I got a new type of whiskey from a minister today. Want to join me in my room tonight for a private sampling?
Emma: Oh that sounds great Jin but ummm I actually have a lot of studying I need to do. Sariel's lessons are brutal.
Jin: Well I was your tutor. I could always help you study.
Emma: No thank you! I know where that will end up.
****
Jin: Emma, how about we go out for a bit when I'm done work?
Emma: Sorry Jin I'm busy.
Jin: Too busy for some quality time with your lover?
Emma: I'm really sorry, next time I promise.
****
Jin: Hey Emma.
Emma: Sorry Jin I'm in a hurry. I'm already super late, I'll come see you later ok.
Jin: No problem.
*Flashbacks End*
I know that she's only just come back to the palace for good and it's going to take time for her to get used to everything but this isn't like her.
Jin followed a close distance behind Emma. Thankfully Emma's thoughts were preoccupied and she never noticed him there. When she reached a little used parlor she cautiously looked around her then entered.
Now what is she up to in there?
As Jin was about to go after her he saw Nokto come down the hallway and enter the same parlor as Emma.
Well well, just what are you two up to?
Jin's inner voice may have sounded calm but he was anything but. He seemed to freeze to the spot for a moment before he headed for the door. Once there he could faintly hear Emma and Nokto's voices from inside.
Nokto: You've gotten a lot better at this.
Emma: Thanks! I'm having a lot more fun now too.
Nokto: Well if you want to do something really fun.
Emma: No thank you!
Jin chuckled to himself.
Seriously what the hell are you two up to?
Jin pushed open the parlor door, inside he found Emma dancing with Nokto. Nokto gave Jin a wink and spun Emma around, as soon as she spotted Jin she came to a dead stop almost knocking Nokto over.
Emma: Jin! What are you doing here?
Jin: I was walking past and saw you come in here. Figured I could get some time alone with you finally.
Nokto: Real subtle, have fun you two.
Nokto gave a lazy wave as he left the room.
Emma: I'm so sorry Jin.
Jin: For what?
Emma: For not telling you what I was doing.
Emma hung her head. Jin walked up to her and lifted her chin with his fingers.
Jin: Hey, I don't have a problem with you learning to dance but why keep it a secret?
Emma: Well I haven't been back at the palace long and when you told me last week about the ball at the end of the month I got worried. We've never danced together before and I didn't want you to be disappointed with how bad I am at it.
Emma, you always amaze me. I can't believe you went to all this trouble just for me and over something like this. You're right though and I guess I got to make it right.
Jin: We haven't danced huh. Well why don't we fix that now.
Jin stepped back and bowed to Emma then offered her his hand.
Jin: May I have this dance Emma?
Emma's eyes sparkled and she smiled as she took Jin's offered hand. They got into the starting position and then Jin led Emma into a dance. His movements were graceful and Emma followed his lead as if it was the most natural thing for her body to do.
Emma: I think I'm doing better than when Nokto was teaching me. I'm definitely having more fun!
Jin: Well if you want to do something really fun.
Jin scooped Emma up into his arms and planted a passionate kiss to her lips.
Emma: Mmm Jin.
Jin: I love it when you say my name like that. I was going to take you back to my room but I don't think I'd make it and that look in your eyes tells me you probably wouldn't either. I can't wait to spend all night touching every inch of you.
Jin gently laid Emma down on the nearby sofa planting a row of kisses down her neck before getting up and walking over to the door. As soon as Jin heard the click of the lock he turned back around to Emma who giggled at him.
Emma: See I knew if you helped me study we'd end up like this.
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