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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years ago

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ᴄᴀᴛ’s ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ?

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ᴄᴀᴍ ʙᴏʏ/ʀᴏᴏᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ! ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You have always been more modest not really ever having time to explore what could have been some sort of sensual alter ego and when Bucky finds out hes determined to bring the sex goddess in you out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: slight fluff if you count flirty bucky, smut ofc (minors dni) [cam boy bucky (slight tipsy bucky and reader in the beginning); brief male masterbation (bucky has his door open during a session); fem!rec oral; hair pulling; spanking; real dirty talking; strong language, degradation; loss of virginity/ virgin reader but not innocent, touch starved reader, and overstim, overall pretty rough but aftercareeee]

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ’s ɴᴏᴛᴇs: sorry in advanced if you don’t like iced coffee lol

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“There’s no way; you’re such a fucking liar,” Bucky threw his head back with laughter.

“I knew I shouldn’t have fucking said anything,” you scoff, rolling your eyes before standing up with annoyance.

“No! Don’t go, come on. I didn’t mean it like that,” he chuckled.

“Yeah right,” you scoffed.

“Can I ask why?”

“I mean, honestly. I just never really had time. Although, I did avoid sweaty football players all of high school, but being in uni I just want to grind and grind, you know? Finish school and get my degree. I don’t really have much time going out and getting laid,” you explained.

“Shit, does my… ‘side job’ make you uncomfortable? I didn’t realize how you would feel about it being a vir-”

“Buck, I’m a virgin, not innocent,” you chuckled.

“Damn straight,” Bucky laughed.

“Let me help you,” he said, making you laugh out loud.

"With what?" you asked in disbelief.

"Let me take your virginity. 'S better than fucking some random drunkard in a one night stand, and let's face it, you're not getting a boyfriend anytime soon."

You couldn't help but keep laughing at what he was saying.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“You’re so full of shit, Barnes,” you snorted, too drunk to notice that Bucky wasn’t laughing.

“Offer stands whenever, pretty girl.”

That was four weeks ago.

Since then, you feel like the tension between you and your roommate was especially thick since your tipsy confession. You couldn’t tell whether the things Bucky would say now were intentionally inappropriate or you just had a dirty mind. He seemed to always be shirtless; always.

“Did all your shirts catch fire? No, they got stolen, huh?” you joked.

“Har, har. Don’t be such a prude, pretty girl.”

“I’m not a prude,” you mumbled; at least he had the muscles to flaunt.

One quiet Friday evening, you sat in your room working away at your desk. You had been at it for a couple hours and as much as you wanted to throw in the towel you were so close to finishing everything you needed to finish this weekend. You went to the kitchen to grab a snack, maybe make a coffee, before drilling for the last hour to get everything done.

“Hey, pretty girl,” Bucky said, standing with a glass of whiskey in hand. He always drinks before filming.

“Gettin’ ready for your… stuff?” you asked.

“What stuff?” he asked cheekily, making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I haven’t posted anything in a couple weeks and my subscribers are thirsty,” he told you.

“I can only imagine,” you joked.

“Well, baby, I’m in the next room if you wanna stop imagining,” he said flirtatiously

“Fuck off. I’m just here to get coffee,” you smirked, grabbing the things you’ll need from the fridge.

“Well, then I’ll leave you to it,” Bucky said, smacking your ass hard before leaving for his room; you scoffed rolling your eyes at his antics.

You turned around making the coffee itself mindlessly before you grew slight concern when you had yet to hear the door of Bucky’s bedroom to shut. He always kept his door shut whilst you wore headphones blasting music so you wouldn’t have to listen to his unnecessary moaning and cursing. You silently begged the machine to hurry it’s brewing as Bucky began talking and moaning to his audience.

You gritted your teeth hearing him so clearly. Your breathing quickened and you felt your cheeks heat up. You hated how you wondered if he really was as vocal in bed as he portrayed online. You hated the way your stomach flipped and the tingle between your thighs. You’ve never felt so aroused before, you didn’t know what to do.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, and you swallowed the dry lum in your throat.

You don’t even know how long you stood in the kitchen listening to Bucky. You were incredibly aroused, wetness pooling between your thighs. Your hands gripped at the counter desperate to not let your knees buckle as he got closer to his release.

“God, fuck you James,” you mumbled to yourself.

You couldn’t take it the groans he practically was screaming from his room. You stomped your way to his room to yell at him to close the door. You were enraged but you don’t really know why. Bucky’s side job never bothered so much until now and truthfully he wasn’t really to blame for how turned on you felt hearing him.

“Can you close the goddamn door?” you yelled approaching his bedroom.

“I hate to interrupt but I can fucking hear you- in the… kitchen,” you trailed off.

Bucky sat on his bed completely nude. His cheeks were red and his forehead had a layer of sweat as did his very smooth and very toned chest. Your body completely froze. It’s not that you hadn’t seen a man naked before. You’ve watched porn during the more stressful and lonelier nights, but Bucky was beautiful.

“Care to join?” Bucky breathed with a stupid smile.

“Jesus,” you gasped.

“I ain’t forget about that offer, pretty girl,” Bucky stood, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

“Whatcha say? You ready to finally deflower?” Bucky walked closer to you with a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face.

“I’m sorry-” you stumbled over your words.

Your stomach fluttered from nervousness and arousal, your skin bursted into chills despite how hot and sweaty you were beginning to feel. You kept your eyes trained to anywhere but Bucky’s assets.

"What's wrong, pretty girl? Cat's got your tongue?" he teased.

"James," you said sternly.

"Baby, I can make you feel so good. All you have to do is say the word," he whispered in your ear, making you shudder.

You know deep inside you that this wasn't a good idea in the long run. It sounds so tempting now but what would happen afterwards? What would happen to your friendship?

"Stop thinking so hard. Just let me make you feel good, please," he begged.

His hands caressed your sides and you couldn't resist squirming; he hasn't even touched you.

"I can tell you're starving. Itching to be touched by someone. Those lonely nights with a laptop and your fingers isn't enough. I can help you, pretty girl. Give you so much and more; give you nirvana. Just say the word," he spoke slowly, sensually; you were damn near shaking just from his words.

"Please," you whimpered.

"Please what?" he teased; Bucky was drunk off the power he had over you.

"Fuck me. Use me. Ruin me," you begged.

"As you wish."

Bucky grabbed the back of your neck smashing his lips to yours. He grinded his hips into you and you feel his hard on digging into you. Your fingers dug into the soft skin of his chest leaving small red marks and scratches littered.

Bucky moved his hand up behind your head, curling his fingers in your hair pulling harshly. his lips instantly attached to your neck biting and sucking to mark you, so you remember he was the one who made you feel euphoric in the coming days. He wants you to remember this night.

"Shit, that feels so good," you sighed.

"That's just the beginning, pretty girl. Get on the bed," he demanded.

You scurried to bed tearing your shirt and shorts off leaving you in your dark lacey undergarments.

"It's like you were ready for me to fuck you," he chuckled darkly.

He crawled up the bed to you like an animal hunting and taunting its prey. You couldn't help but nibble on your bottom lip, anxious for what was to come from Bucky.

His hands gripped your waist firmly pulling impossibly close to his body. He kissed you again and you swore you could stay like that forever. His lips felt so soft again yours, you melted against his body from pleasure.

His hands circled your back and pulled at the bra clasp before swiftly undoing it and letting free. You shrugged your shoulders to your ears allowing the straps of the bra fall gracefully down your upper arm before Bucky curled his finger over the front and tossed it aside to admire your chest.

Your shoulders subconsciously caved in, embarrassed to be so unclothed in front of someone for the first time. Again, you weren't innocent but anyone would still be nervous for their first time. Bucky smiled softly at your timidness; his hands rubbing your sides slowly and comforting to help ease your nerves a bit.

"You are so gorgeous, baby."

"Don't get sappy, Barnes," you joked; but in reality you don't need another reason to fall deeper for him. Not that you're falling to begin with.

"Yes ma'am," he grinned.

He flipped the both of you over so you laid on your back. His hands gently kneaded your breasts pulling moans from you with every squeeze. He leaned down, taking a nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting your perked buds, circling his tongue around. Your back arched into him and you think you can handle the pleasure but you find yourself involuntarily getting higher and higher. Moaning and gasping louder every time Bucky would bite down hard on your nipple. The last straw was when Bucky brought his fingers between your thighs and barely pressed against your aching clit that you fell suddenly over the edge crying Bucky's name.

"Did you just-"

"Fuck, I'm sorry! I don't know what happened. I- Everything just-"

Bucky cut you off with a deep kiss.

"Don't be sorry," he chuckled.

"It's really hot that I was able to make you cum by just playing with these beauties," he flicked your nipples and squeezed your breats making you tremble.

“Shit, too much,” you whined.

Bucky ignored you once again, dipping his head back down, flicking his tongue over your overly sensitive buds. The squeal you made made Bucky chuckle darkly but he didn’t want to torture you so his lips trailed slowly down the valley of your breasts to you belly and hip bones. His fingers curled over your panties dragging them slowly down your legs.

“Fucking hell, pretty girl. You’re dripping. You’ve just been aching for me to get my hands on you for a while, huh?” Bucky taunted.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“Absolutely gorgeous.”

Bucky’s hands rested against your knees pushing them as far as they could go before diving in you like a starved man. Truthfully, Bucky had dreamed of this moment since he met you for the first time moving in. As the days, weeks, and years went by, the urge to resist kissing and fucking you stupid was getting all to much. But now he finally has you under him, at his mercy and he was determined to pleasure as much as he could before getting his cock anywhere near you.

Bucky brought his fingers to circle your entrance, waiting until your legs were nearly shaking from the teasing. As he pushed his fingers past your folds, he brought his mouth down again kissing right above your clit. You gasped and sighed in pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of you heavenly.

“Shit, feels so good. So, so good,” you moaned.

Bucky’s tongue brushed over your clit and you couldn’t resist bucking your hips, pushing his fingers deeper inside you. Your back arched off the bed and your hands shot to his head tugging on his dark locks harshly. Bucky’s moans from your tugs vibrated against you and you knew you weren’t going to last any longer.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum Bucky! Shit!” you shrieked.

“Come on, pretty girl. Be a good girl and come all over my fingers,” he said.

Seconds later, you reached your high, crying Bucky’s names again as if it was the only word you knew how to say. Your head practically dangled off the bed, scooting closer and closer to edge desperate to pull away from Bucky’s talented mouth.

“God, you’re beautiful when you fall apart like that,” Bucky mumbled against your heated skin.

Sweat lined your forehead and your chest, your hair was scattered across the sheets like a maniac, and your skin along your neck down to your inner thighs was littered with little bruises and bite marks from Bucky. You looked ethereal.

“One more. Can you give me one more?” Bucky asked softly.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Such a good girl. I know you can, come on.”

Bucky gently flipped your body over, laying you on your stomach. He kissed down your spine, whispering sweet and kind things to you. You can’t even register what he’s saying because his godly erection is poking your ass and you're practically aching again to be railed by him.

“So eager for my cock, aren’t ya? Already being such a greedy little whore.”

“Please, Bucky,” you begged, wiggling your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna fuck you so good; gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he whispered in your ear before biting on your earlobe.

He stood tall on his knees behind you gripping your hips, roughly pulling them flush against his pelvis; you pushed yourself up on your hands. He grabbed his aching cock, the tip red and leaking with precum. Bucky doesn’t even know how he was able to last so long without cumming but he did and now all he wants to do is cum deep inside you.

“Ready, pretty girl?” he teased, rubbing your cheeks softly with his hands.

“Fuck me good, James,” you moaned.

Bucky lined his dick with your entrance slowly pushing the tip past your folds. The burning sensation caused you to hiss and tense around Bucky, who instantly stopped his movements.

“No, it’s ok; you’re just bigger than I was anticipating,” you fussed.

“It’s ok. If it’s too much you tell me to stop,” Bucky told you.

“No, don’t stop, please!” you whined.

“Don’t get greedy,” Bucky warned.

“Think you can handle all of me?”

“Fuck,” you muttered.

He pushed his hips further in you slowly, careful to not hurt you. His hands ran slowly up your body before curling his fingers through your hair and pulling your head up. Once he bottomed out, he rested for a minute until you were ready for him to move.

“Holy fucking hell, baby. Feel so good wrapped around my cock, shit,” Bucky groaned above you.

“I feel so- full.”

“‘S like you were made for me, pretty girl.”

Bucky’s hips began to move faster and faster pulling moans from you that was music to his ears. Bucky relished in your sex. He used every ounce of willpower in him to keep control but you felt so heavenly, so sublime. He couldn’t hold back any longer. You could tell that Bucky was holding back and you didn’t want him to. He pleasured you twice already, it was his turn to feel good and if letting go would do that for him you would let him.

“Come on, Bucky. Fuckin’ ruin me!”

“Don’t say shit like that,” he grunted, still thrusting his hips.

“I can take it, baby. Use me,” you told him.

Bucky’s hips stilled only for a second before you felt a sharp stinging on your right ass cheek.

“You want me to fuck you like a whore? Fine, I will,” Bucky growled before pulling out and flipping you over.

Bucky rammed his hips into you fast and rough. His hand went to wrap around your throat squeezing the sides and your eyes rolled back. Tears brimmed your eyes and you cried out over and over again. You felt used, corrupted, violated. You love it.

“Fuck, yes!”

“Shit, I’m gonna fucking come,” Bucky groaned.

Bucky released your throat before dipping his head in the crook of your neck. His groans and moans were muffled by your skin. Your hands wrapped around his neck and your legs too wrapped around his torso pulling his body flushed against yours. Your nails ran down Bucky’s back; he breathed in sharply through gritted teeth before moaning loudly in your ear from the pleasurable sting.

Chasing his release along with yours, Bucky’s thrusts became relentless. Animalistic. Feral, even. Everything felt overwhelming. It didn’t take much longer until you felt Bucky’s stuttering thrusts and the spurts of warm cum coating your velvety walls. Bucky completely relaxed on top of you, his breath heavily hitting your sweaty skin. You scratched his back softly coming down from your own high breathing equally as heavily.

“You feeling ok, pretty girl?” Bucky asked quietly.

“Yeah,” you whispered with a stupid grin on your face.

“You did amazing, you know?” Bucky kissed you softly; your stomach fluttering at the action.

“What now?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“Now, I’m going to take care of you,” Bucky said, hopping off you and the bed.

You laid there breathing slowly now. You didn’t have the energy to move at this point. Your inner thighs burned deliciously and the soreness began to be more apparent all over your body. Bucky came back with a warm towel and bottle of water from the kitchen. He cleaned you up with the towel and you could help the soft moans and whimpers that escaped from you. Once you were cleaned, Bucky helped you sit up and held the now open water bottle for you to hydrate yourself. You couldn’t shake the butterflies and chills you got from Bucky’s stare. He couldn’t take his eyes off you anymore; like you hung the moon and stars for him.

“What?” you asked shyly.

“Nothing,” he grinned.

“Come on. You’ve gotta go pee,” he said carrying you in his arms towards his bathroom.

“No, I just want to go to sleep already,” you whined, voice muffled in the crook of his neck.

Bucky sat on you on the toilet and waited for you to… do your business. You just sat there squirming, and shaking from the cold that hit your body.

“Come on. You have to,” Bucky explained.

“I know, but I can’t pee in front of you. I’m shy,” you mumbled.

“Seriously, I just fucked-”

“Bucky, please,” you cut him off.

“Oh alright. Come back to bed when you’re finished, pretty girl,” Bucky said before leaving you.

You couldn’t shake the smile off your face. He was being so caring and nice to you, it warmed your heart. You felt a bit of heartbreak however wondering if this was just a one time thing. You cleaned yourself again and washed your hands before snatching one of Bucky's t-shirts that laid on the floor. When you came out Bucky was fiddling with his camera that was still set-up and your heart dropped.

Had he recorded the whole thing?

“I was gonna delete all the footage, but in all honesty you look so fucking sexy. Might keep it for myself,” he said winking.

“You recorded the whole thing without telling me?” you asked, tearing up.

“I didn’t mean to. I’m not gonna post it anywhere. You sorta screamed my name a few times so footage ain’t good anyway,” he said, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“Hey, hey. I’m kidding. I’ll delete all of it, I promise,” he cupped your face.

“Come here; I gotta do one more thing for you,” he said, laying you down on the bed once again.

“What are you doing?” Bucky grabbed another towel and some scented lotion placing it on his bedside table.

“I’m gonna give you a massage. You’ll be less sore tomorrow morning. I’ll admit I was a bit rough,” he said, kissing your belly as he lifted his shirt off your body.

“You do this to all the girls you sleep with?” you teased, not really wanting an answer but you’ll play a part if it keeps from being humiliated because of feelings.

“Only the pretty girls,” he says, fully referencing his nickname he gave you a while ago.

“And how many pretty girls might you have?”

“There’s only one,” he whispered; his hands massaging along your back slowly, sensually.

“She must be really lucky,” you whispered too, afraid of speaking too loud.

“If anything, I’d say I’m the lucky one.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, she’s… she’s perfect. Beautiful. Smart. I could go on about her.”

“She sounds like a prude,” you joked.

“She was,” he chuckled.

“But trust me, now she’s a real feisty and sexy woman,” Bucky said before biting down hard on one of your ass cheeks.

“Ow! Bucky!” you squealed, making Bucky laugh.

Bucky tossed the towel away and placed the lotion back on the bedside table before grabbing the blankets and crawling under them with you. He held you close, entangling his legs with yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“You mean all that?” you asked barely audibly.

“Yeah. I do, pretty girl.”

“You don’t have to delete the video,” you smirked, making Bucky laugh out loud.

He kissed your forehead snuggling closer to you, letting peaceful sleep envelop you both.

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jobean12-blog · 3 years ago

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Hi how are you?

I love your writing! I don't know if your request are open. (If not ignore this)

Can I ask for a very fluffy story with Bucky please? I hit rock bottom today with my depression and need something comforting.

Safe Space

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word Count: 677

Summary: You've had a shit day but Bucky knows just what you need.

Author's Note: Hello darling!!! I'm doing fine, thank you so much. I'm so sorry that you've been having a rough time! I really hope you're feeling better today and that this little drabble helps some! I'm sending you lots of love and hugs. Thank you for asking and take care of yourself- and Bucky and I will help too! ❤ Thank you all so much for reading and much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: soft fluff

Gif not mine: Thank you so much to @captaincentenarian for it :)

You open the door to your apartment and despite the awful day you’re having you smile when you see Bucky’s boots by the door. He isn’t in the kitchen but the smell of something delicious lingers in the air and as you pad down the hallway you can hear your favorite ocean sounds playing.

“Bucky?” you call but don’t get an answer.

When you round the corner and walk into your room you’re momentarily stunned silent. Above your bed there are several strings of fairy lights hanging and a light blanket is draped over the posts to make it look like a canopy.

You see a shadow of movement from inside and then Bucky’s butt appears through the opening of the blanket. He backs out and almost falls off the bed, making you giggle loudly.

“Hey baby doll! There you are!” he exclaims, sliding down and onto his feet. He rushes over and crushes you to his chest, holding you tightly.

“I though you could use some extra R & R today,” he whispers. “Wanna come see?”

You squeeze him before pulling away enough to walk toward the bed. He draws back the blanket and shows you the inside of the bed fort. It’s stuffed with extra pillows, your favorite blanket and even his blue Henley.

When you bring your eyes back to his he looks proud and you can’t help but smile again.

“It’s perfect Bucky. Thank you. This is exactly what I needed,” you tell him, leaning up to kiss his lips.

“And that’s not all,” he says, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom.

When you peek inside you see the tub is filled with steamy and bubbly water and there are several scented candles lit along the edge. The sounds of the ocean fill the small room and your bathrobe and slippers are hung and waiting neatly by the door.

“Oh Bucky,” you whisper then burst into tears.

He immediately grabs you.

“Baby girl,” he says softly, cradling you in his arms.

He rocks you back and forth, kissing you softly on the cheeks to help stop the tears.

“I’ve got you. It’s ok.”

Your cries eventually subside to sniffles and you rest your chin on his chest, looking up at him.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been one of those days,” you explain.

He nods in quiet understanding and helps you undress.

“Why don’t you soak in the tub for a few while I finish one last thing then I’ll join you,” he promises.

You step into the tub while holding his hand and sink under the water, sighing with relief. He jogs off only to return shortly after with a playful smile.

“What’s that face all about?” you ask with smirk.

“You’ll see,” is all he says.

After you two relax in the bath and Bucky washes your hair you get out and put on your favorite pjs along with his Henley. Crawling into the bed fort you instantly smell that same scent from when you first walked into the apartment.

“You made my favorite cookies!” you squeal, spotting the plate by your pillow.

“I did! And plenty too, because we both know I can eat all of those,” he laughs.

Bucky settles against the pillows and pulls you between his legs, wrapping you up in his arms.

“I can make tea too. And I have the laptop in here if we want to watch a movie,” he says.

You snuggle into his chest. “Can you read to me Buck?”

“Of course, baby doll.”

He leans forward slightly and moves some blankets around until he finds the book.

“I brought this in too, just in case,” he says with a wink.

Opening it, he removes the bookmark and starts to read, the sound of his voice quickly putting you into an even calmer state. You can feel yourself releasing the tension of the day and the weight on your shoulders starts to lighten.

“I love you Bucky,” you whisper, as he turns the page.

“I love you too baby girl.”

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nessaxc · 3 years ago

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You've Already Got Me || Oikawa Tooru

You become jealous when you see your friend, Oikawa cracking jokes with a girl at the volleyball court. Upset, you storm back to your house and when Oikawa comes over to your place, he finds you curled up in your bed. When he finds out what's bothering you, he has a good idea of what could cheer you up.

~ Words: 6k

~ NSFW 18+

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You were on your way to visit Oikawa one night when you saw something that made your stomach twist in knots. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him cracking jokes and laughing with a girl on the volleyball court. A frown was quick to mar your features as you watched from a far distance. You didn't know why you bothered watching the way the young woman's dimples peeked through at the corners of her mouth or the way his grin widened as he made her giggle.

Whatever the next thing he said must have been the funniest joke ever told because she was laughing so much that she was nearly breathless, and she reached over to throw her hand down on his shoulder as she did. That was it.

Your heart throbbed heavily in your chest upon the sight and you lingered for a moment too long before you walked off, eyes still focused on them even as you left the scene until they were completely out of sight. You quickly found yourself running back home so you could suffer in silence about what you just witnessed, wanting nothing more than to crawl up under the comfort of your blanket and hide there until this feeling went away.

You two were just friends, he wasn't even yours, so you didn't have a right to be envious of the girl he was merely conversing with, but it still hurt, a lot more than you wish it did. As you made your way to your house, your feet didn't stop its rapid movements even for a second, you were too concentrated on hiding from the rest of the world so no one could see you like this, all crumpled up and frail.

When you made it to the safe cradle of your bed, you scrambled on it until you reached for the blanket and flung it over your entire body. You heaved a deep sigh, blinking away the tears that threatened to come pouring out but you wouldn't allow them because you didn't want to feel more pathetic than you already did. You rolled on your side, trying to erase the image of them together in your mind but to no avail, they still kept popping up every time you attempted to distract yourself with any other thoughts. You didn't think that Oikawa, the one you had been yearning for as long as you could remember, would ever want you when he could likely have any girl he wanted. That idea made you think up every single one of your insecurities and the next thing you knew, you were making a list of all the things you didn't like about yourself.

You hugged the blanket closer to yourself, wanting nothing more than to nap the day away so you wouldn't have to think about this for a second longer. You remained there on the bed, completely restless, and shifted around in an attempt to find a comfortable position but that didn't seem to work out so well. You whined in defeat and that was when there was a loud tap on your door.

You pulled the blanket off enough so that it only reached under your chin before you called out, "Come in!"

The door opened instantly at that and then came in Oikawa, a wide smile on his face as he peeked his head in to look at you, but you didn't return it, instead you faced the wall and uttered a quiet, "Hey."

"Hey right back to you," he replied with a low chuckle. "You don't mind if I just left myself in right?" he asked, but by the time he did, he was already inside of your room.

"Sure, you're here already," you mumbled under your breath and continued to gaze at the wall in front of you, not even glancing his way.

"Okay," he drawled, chuckling and finding this uncomfortable situation to be humorous nonetheless. He perched himself at the end of your bed, his body near your feet. "What did I do this time?" he questioned, a smug smirk turning the corners of his mouth.

"I was about to take a nap but obviously you're here and rudely interrupted that," you said matter-of-factly, and he snorted, leaning forward and his hand reached to grab your chin, pulling it forward so that your eyes met his.

"Why the sass?" he asked as he quirked an eyebrow. "You on the rag or something? You don't have to hide that from me," he laughed as his crinkled eyes locked on yours, and it made your heart thump loudly in your chest, making you forget for a second why you were so upset in the first place. You merely shook your head, wondering how long it would be until he figured it out. He was clever, and he always knew when something was bothering you and what exactly it was without you even having to say it. You two were just that close, and that was one of the many reasons why you didn't want to admit what was wrong.

"I don't really want to talk about it," you muttered, and he allowed your chin to drop, his fingers slipping away and returning to his side.

"C'mon, don't leave me in the dark here, Y/N, you know I don't really like it here, not unless you're there," he teased, poking at your shoulder to see how you would react and you merely looked down at the bed sheets just to avoid his stare.

"I said I don't want to talk about it," you repeated in a murmur, eyes drifting shut for a moment and then that image you were trying to desperately push away, returned yet again.

"Didn't see you today, I thought that was kind of strange," he shrugged before he reached his hand out to stroke the curve of your shoulder, fingers pressing against the skin, and it made heat spread across your cheeks almost immediately in response, wishing that the simplest of touches coming from him didn't have such an effect on you.

"Didn't feel like coming over I guess," you told him before you uttered a long sigh.

"Well you're gonna have to talk to me, sooner or later, because I'm not going anywhere, so don't even try to kick me out," he said with a shrug of his shoulders and he pressed his chin to the length of your arm, looking down at your face with a wide smile stretched across his.

"I just saw something today that made me feel really pathetic, okay? Happy now?" you blurted out, hoping he would drop it but knowing full well that he wouldn't, especially after hearing that. He lifted his head up from your arm, eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"What are you not telling me?" he asked, eyes narrowed as he pulled your chin back to him again so that you would look him in the eye when you spoke. "You can tell me anything you know that," he promised, a chuckle spilling from his lips because he found this situation to be amusing. "And if you don't speak up, we'll be here all day, until I figure it out, of course."

"I just feel like I'm not all that great," you admitted without giving it much thought, your mouth moving before your brain could catch up, "there's nothing special about me, and when I saw you talking to that girl-"

He cut you off the second he heard the last word, and then he was able to piece it all together why you were behaving this way. "Wait, are you jealous?" he questioned, bursting out in laughter.

"What? I-"

"You're jealous," he interrupted you again and chuckled loudly like it was the funniest thing. He quickly added, "Of that girl, huh? The one I was talking to earlier, which I'm assuming you saw," he continued laughing after he finished.

You were not very fond of being teased, especially about something like this, that involved your insecurities but he never took anything seriously so you shouldn't be surprised. "She's really pretty, and she probably likes you," you said meekly, finding it difficult to hold anything back now that he knew.

"Don't have an interest in her, not even a little. Y/N, you don't have to compete with anyone, or get all misty on me about how you think I'm going to propose to her," he jested, still snickering about it, and then he crawled over to the left side of your bed so he was in your sights which made your heart catch in your throat that he was this close, that if he just moved an inch his body would be against yours.

"But are you sure? She seemed to be really enjoying your company, and you clearly enjoy hers," you replied as he scooted closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours which made it a little difficult to speak but you still managed. You stared back, finding it all too easy to get lost in those deep, piercing eyes of his.

"She's just an acquaintance, nothing more," he told you, smirk widening as he noticed the look of relief spread across your features and the small smile that joined it. "I only got eyes for you, babe, no one else, and you're seriously another level of stupid if you didn't know that already," he taunted, and your eyes fixated on him, your heart speeding up at such a frantic pace you were almost sure he could hear it being this close.

"Oh," you paused for a long moment before you added in a bashful tone, "you really feel that way?"

"Yes, I got a thing for girls who are stupid like you," he teased in a playful tone so you knew he was joking but you still felt really stupid just like he said. He liked you, he really did, it was real, you had nothing to worry about. What a relief that was. "You're beautiful, and so much more fun. You don't ever have to compete with another person on this earth when you're that cute," he said and pressed his finger against the tip of your nose, accentuating his point by the way your nose scrunched up immediately at the gesture which made him laugh. "And just for the sake of being cheesy, you take my breath away," he added with a smug smile.

"Tooru," you breathed, unable to find the right words or any words in general besides his name. There was a short silence between you two after the laughing ceased, which made you feel like your heart was going to beat right out of your chest, skin prickling with the anticipation of what was going to happen next.

"Why don't I show you exactly what I mean huh?" he suggested. You were all for that.

You kissed him then, before he was able to make the first move. Your hand reached behind his head and your fingers tightened in his hair to press his lips firmly against yours. A faint noise escaped the back of your throat that sounded rather pleased, and just like that you were lost in the moment. Love and desire and the desperate need you had for him overtook you and he gently grasped the back of your neck in order to take control of the kiss. It was oh-so reassuring of any concerns that you had left about what he felt for you.

Holding each other close, you both continued to kiss each other deeply. You matched his passion just as strongly and even fought with him for dominance at one point, catching his bottom lip ever so slightly between your teeth. The mixture of pleasure and that little bit of pain was enough to cause him to nearly lose all sense of control, and he let out a deep groan as he laid you back further on the bed, breaking the kiss then.

"Why do you have to be so fucking cute?" he said with a low chuckle as he made his way on top of your body, the heat of his pressed against your own, making you shudder at the much needed contact. Surely this must be part of a dream. You let yourself sink back into it only to be pulled out again when his lips sought and found yours.

His tongue explored the shape of your lips, seeking entry. You relaxed your mouth, shivering as his questing tongue slid in and met the tip of his. The kiss burned against your lips, banishing all thoughts of a dream. You returned it, intensifying the pressure, nipping at the tip of his tongue. Your hand slipped to the back of his head, winding your fingers into the silk of his hair, holding his lips fiercely against yours.

He parted from your lips only to say, "You're the prettiest girl, you know that? You fucking drive me crazy."

Your lips captured his lower lip and drew it between your teeth. You nibbled it gently and then released it to whisper a simple, "Thank you."

His laugh thundered through his chest before his lips claimed yours once more, harder this time, clamping down to steal the very breath from your lungs. You dug your fingers into his thick hair, pulling his mouth down even harder, making the soft skin of your lips tingle and redden. His tongue thrust deep into your mouth and yours was quick to meet his, licking him back, tasting him, savoring him.

He groaned deep in his chest, and the sound sent chills down your spine. You responded in kind, tiny moans escaping your throat with every breath, urging him on, building his heat even higher, as well as yours.

"I need to feel you, I can't take it," he said, both hands holding the hem of your shirt, awaiting for you to nod your head to grant him permission which you quickly did when he didn't proceed further, and he tossed it over your head so that your silky black bra came into view. He took a moment to ogle the way the bra clung to your skin before he unclasped it from behind, setting your skin free and revealing your breasts to him completely. You felt exposed but you found that you quickly didn't mind with the way he was looking at you.

"Fuck, these are my favorite boobs by far, they're so perky," he said almost breathlessly, which instantly brought a smile on your face, a soft laugh spilling through your lips. He slipped his shirt off next, tossing it to the side, and he emitted a low groan when your hard nipples pressed against the skin of his chest.

He slid his hand down to cup your breast, his strong fingers were gentle on your nipple and then firmer, stroking and squeezing, pulling as you arched up against him with soft noises of approval.

"Your body is perfect, you're perfect, fuck," he praised as his hand moved to stroke your chest, curling his fingers to allow his nails to gently scrape a trail downward, teasing the nerves and making your nipples rise hard and aching. He found one and pinched it between his fingers, sending little shocks of pleasure coursing through your body. He teased and turned it almost to the point of pain, but backing off to squeeze gently and then abandon it to explore the soft, delicate curves of your breasts. He briefly slid them back down to rid you of your rucked up skirt, nearly ripping it off of you in his impatience. Then he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties only to bring them down with your skirt, tugging them both off in one motion. He gave himself a moment to drink in the sight of you, how your flesh was already glistening and slick just for him, only for him, and the look of pure, unadulterated lust in his face suggested that it took everything in him not to take you right then and there.

"No one compares to you, so don't you forget it," he whispered hoarsely, and you nodded your head, still speechless and surprised that your jealousy led to this, looks like it was good for something. You were so desperate to explore tonight with him because of how powerful and dominating he was in his arousal.

"Tooru, you sure know how to make a girl blush," you told him in a soft murmur, your cheeks heating up and it spread across your whole face.

He kissed you hard, teeth scraping your lips, nose bumping into yours with the intensity and impatience of it, a strand of his hair sweeping across your sensitive skin. He shifted until he was leaning over you, pinning you, demanding that you finish what you had started.

His mouth trailed down your neck, kissing, licking, biting gently and just to the point of pain. You arched back, giving him access, moaning as his mouth fastened on the tender skin at the base of your throat. He nipped and sucked hard, torturing your flesh with his teeth, leaving light bruises that would mark you as his.

"The things you fucking do to me," he drawled, trailing off before he continued, "there's not a thing I wouldn't do for you, fuck, I'd do anything just to keep you here with me like this."

You were feeling particularly bold at his words so you reached your hand out, fingernails scrapping teasingly across his nipple and then began a slow and tortuous journey downward. His stomach was tight with sheaths of muscles yet smooth to your questing fingers. It rippled beneath your hand, pleasantly responding to your touch. You traced the muscles, appreciating their definition, and he purred at your ministrations, encouraging you.

"I just fucking love how flushed your body looks right now, makes you look even cuter," he murmured, his gruff voice making sparks go off in your veins. You could listen to him talk all day.

He continued the tiny kisses and licks and paused to suck at your burning skin. He was rock hard in his pants yet whisper soft with you, a living oxymoron and it was driving you mad. He was slow with you, only because he wanted to take the time to appreciate your body. You expected to be taken again and again, only to have him continue to tease you with his mouth. Your nipples were so hard they were painful by the time he finally reached and claimed one between his lips.

"You taste so fucking good, we have got so much lost time to make up for," he chuckled against your skin, and it vibrated around your nipple, making you arch up in response. He sucked softly at first and then harder, scraping the engorged flesh with sharp white teeth. You pressed up against him, urging him to continue, your voice in a whisper and raw with whimpers of desire.

Your arms slid around him, pressing and pulling, stroking the skin at his back before sliding your hands down his sides, caressing and marveling at his beautiful body. You slipped your hand down between where your bodies joined to pop the button to his pants open and then tugged the zipper down. You shoved his pants down along with his boxers as far as they could go, but thankfully he kicked them off for you as his mouth created such a searing suction around your nipple. You loved touching him, loved touching his smooth muscles covered by warm skin that felt silken under your fingers. You reveled in the hair on his chest, the delicacy of his back and the curve at the base of his spine that separated flaring upward and rounding into perfection. When you skimmed your fingernails along the line of his ass he tensed and his teeth pinched your nipple more firmly, both of you shivering with the sensation.

"Shit," he pulled away momentarily to curse under his ragged breath, "you drive me mad, Y/N, you're the only one for me, you got that? Only you," he admitted, and you nodded your head frantically, making him smile widely because of the mere effect he had on you. He shifted his attentions to your other nipple, gifting it with the same slow, loving affection as he had the first one. You wanted to pull his mouth away and haul him up until he was in position so that you could arch up and take him within. You ached for him, feeling hollow and empty, your inner walls clenching, needing, only to be tortured by tongue and lips that were in no hurry to abandon you.

His hands held you, turning you easily so that he had access, caressing and teasing, skimming your burning skin as low as your waist only to maddeningly stop and slide upward again. His palms felt soft against your skin as he stroked first firmly and then almost to a tickle before grasping you and lifting you to turn you for better access to your breast. He continued to suckle one while his entire hand encompassed the other, the way his long fingers toyed with the delicate mound sent a hot wave of electricity straight down to your core.

Your breath came and went in a soft moan that never quite stopped. You were beyond speech. You wished that it didn't have to take an interaction with another girl and your jealousy to lead to this, but it all worked out in the end and you weren't one to complain when his mouth was watering at the mere sight of you before him. Your moans rose in volume when his lips abandoned your nipple to slide downward over your rib cage then to the narrows of your waist.

"You look even more beautiful when you're wrecked baby, who knew," he whispered to you in a coo. His face was upraised to you, hair hanging in tangles that moved with him, pulling forth even more sensation from your skin.

"You're such a tease," you replied with a soft giggle shortly after the words came out, and it drew one from him right after. He bent his head down to place a soft kiss to your navel, his hot breath covering the skin there. You slid your fingers deep into his hair, tugging gently which certainly caught his attention. "Please take me, Tooru, I need you."

He chuckled, the rumble of it quaking against your body. "Oh believe me, I will, but you've got to be patient," he told you with a smirk stretched across his face, "I'm not sure you believe you're as beautiful as I say you are, so allow me to continue demonstrating," he crooned, and you looked back at him with a weak smile. He was right, and if you both waited, it would make tonight last longer and that was exactly what you knew you wanted deep down despite your need to be filled in that empty space between your legs.

"Okay," you breathed out softly in answer.

His lips descended again and you could feel his smug smile against your skin. He licked and sucked at the skin of your stomach, his hand moving down your thigh and sliding it below to find the tender place behind your knee. You bent your leg to give him better access and he slowly drew his fingers upward, tracing the muscles along the inside of your thigh. He brushed his hand there slowly before he descended your other leg. You whimpered in protest as his fingers passed the center of you without more than a feather-light touch against the hot flesh there.

He squeezed the inside of your thigh, pulling at the flesh, marveling at the way your leg moved instinctively to give him more room. His lips trailed down over your stomach to pause at the softness there. He could feel the hard abdominal muscles tensing, but they were padded by delicate skin. He rested his head on your stomach for a moment to appreciate the way it went taut, and then his lips to your skin started the fire anew.

You could barely reach him as he slid further down your body. You twined your fingers into his hair and let the strands run through your fingers. His hair splayed out over your skin, moving like silk when he turned his head, it was warm and soft and sent delicious tingles throughout your every nerve. The brown locks caught the blue of the night outside and reflected it back, shimmering across his whole body. The breeze coming from your window soothed your hot skin, slipping over your hard nipples like a silken kiss.

He looked up at you, his brown eyes darkened with lust. You gazed at him, caught in the moment, there was no one else in the world but you two. The wind howled outside, but here there was only heat and lust and pleasure. He held your gaze for a moment longer, continuing to drink in the sight of you, half hidden in shadow, bathed in moonlight. He wanted to remember the way you looked forever.

"More," you whispered, "make me yours."

The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement. His voice was hoarse, yet that playful tone still remained. "You already are, and you always will be. That's a promise I intend on keeping," he assured with a deep purr.

You smiled softly at that, cheeks flushing even more so after hearing the promise in his voice and seeing the smile on his face. He kissed your stomach again and then started to slide lower. He was pinning one leg beneath him, but the other, the one he had been squeezing, bent and pushed your hips upward, begging him for what you hoped was to come. He stopped to nuzzle the velvet-soft line underneath your stomach before he traveled further down. Eagerly, he bent down until his lips met your sex. He sucked the flesh and laved it with his tongue, moving and exploring around to appreciate your flavor, pressing his chin into you as he tasted the hot skin.

Slowly, tortuously, he moved even lower, pausing when he came to the center of you. You were open, moist, begging for his attention. He bent down further and kissed you reverently; inhaling the intoxicating scent you exuded. It surrounded him, swirling in a dance to delight the senses. He lifted a little so that he could see you, waiting for him. Your sex sparkled with tiny beads of moisture that caught the moonlight, and he wanted nothing more in that moment than to dive right in.

"You've got such a pretty pussy baby, just like I knew you would," he said with a hum, "fuck, how is it possible to be this irresistible," he murmured more to himself than to you.

When his tongue touched you and then slid over the swollen nub in one sudden motion, you arched up crying out with need, giving yourself up to pleasure and every single brush of his talented tongue. He felt your muscles ripple beneath his hands, and he continued to pepper kisses along the moist skin. His chin and nose pressed against you as the softness of his lips teased you. He licked tentatively, exploring, feeling out what you liked and where you were the most sensitive. He glided his tongue around with maddening slowness, completely unhurried and allowing himself to become familiar with your taste.

Your back arched up higher while he mapped you, and your fingers grasped reflexively at his hair, nails digging into his scalp as you attempted to bring him closer even though he was a close as could be. When he learned what he needed to know, he delved into you, thrusting deeply with his tongue. He prodded and licked and nipped so gently that you shuddered and pressed upward, demanding more, firmer, deeper. He gave it to you. He licked with long strokes, stripes of his saliva drizzling down to your entrance.

You cried out and felt him smile against you, lips curling from all the sounds that endlessly spilled from your lips. He looked up at you, moisture beads twinkling on his lips, dark eyes black with feral lust. He held your eyes for a long moment, committing your expression and responding smile to memory. He knew that you wouldn't ever look as beautiful as you did now.

He slid his hand up the inside of your thigh, his fingers brushing against your opening gently, teasingly. When he had gathered enough of your juices, he slipped a finger into you and then another as you moaned out his name, opening yourself for him. He went deep, stretching the tender tissue and scissoring them around to coat your wetness all over his fingers. He pushed and pushed, sending ripples of pleasure up your abdomen. Then he stopped and went in quest of his prize.

He found it knuckle-deep on the top surface, a fragile sponge of nerve endings. When he curled his fingers, you cried out, yanking his hair painfully tight in your passion. He fought against the pull, gluing his lips to yours, licking hard and fast as he worked on you. You gave one lunge upward and climaxed with a moan of his name, gasping as the pleasure swirled around you and then concentrated on the center of your being. As you relaxed he eased up to touches and kisses that didn't over stimulate. You took great sobbing breaths and reached down to pet the hair you had pulled.

"Fuck, I need you, I need you, I need you," he breathed out, his tone like gravel, and it almost sounded like he was confessing his love for you, but maybe it was just your imagination or what you thought you heard.

In an instant he moved back down, kissing softly before rubbing with the tip of his tongue. He licked and tickled and slid well moistened fingers into you to bring back the heat, teasing you for only a couple of moments, making sure you were nice and ready for him. When your fingers started to tug at his hair again, he moved upward, sliding his body along yours, pinning you with his superior weight.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby, exactly how you deserve it," he told you around an indrawn hiss. He kissed you and you leaned into it, your tongue meeting his, flicking the moisture from his lips. You tasted yourself, slick and soft and salty. The warmth of your own aroma filling the room. His hair spilled across your face, cocooning you into a kiss that drew the very breath from your lungs. When your breath was sobbing in your throat he released you and moved back down your body, his erection trailing fire as it traced along the line of your belly down lower.

"Please give it to me, Tooru, please, I need it," you begged, your voice completely and utterly breathless.

"Oh I'm going to give it to you alright," he purred low in his throat. You lifted up and he positioned himself. He held himself and stroked upwards, pulling the foreskin back and running the sensitive head along the wet, soft bloom of you, rolling your clit around in slow, circles before he slipped downwards and pressed at your opening. You thrust upward, seeking to capture him. He teased you once, twice, and then thrust forward as you pushed against him.

Thick and long, he slid deep into you, grunting with pleasure as your hot inner walls clenched around him immediately. It was almost enough to drive him over the edge, but he paused, and regained control. He took a deep breath and thrust hard into you after he gave himself a moment. You felt spread and stretched because of his size, but you absolutely loved the sting as he sunk into your slick passage. Spurred on even more, you lifted one leg slightly to give him better access.

He moved slightly and put a strong hand under your thigh, helping to hold your leg up. It sent his cock into you at a better angle, allowing him to hit that sweet spot inside of you. The burst of pleasure you felt was like an electric shock. You started pushing down, wiggling your hips to press into him harder. He obliged you, sliding deep into you only to withdraw almost completely and then rolled forward again. You rose to meet him, surging forward like the tide, surrounding him, completely relentless in your pace.

"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight, I can't fucking get enough of it," he hissed out, breath growing more ragged by the second. You pushed upward as he thrust, withdrawing as he pulled out. You found his rhythm and matched it, mimicking him as close as possible. Your muscles gripped him tighter, refusing to ever let him go as you both rolled together. As your passion rose higher he accompanied you.

It was a dance and he both led and followed. He thrust and churned, within you, his lips scorching over the flesh on your chest and breasts, alternately sucking and gasping as he found and gave pleasure. He twisted more, lifting your leg higher and rammed himself deeper into you, searing your inner walls with demanding movements of his hips. Your motions grew more desperate, more ragged as you both neared climax. He shut his eyes tight, doing his best to hold on even as his body threatened to tip over the edge.

As you felt your orgasm approaching, he changed to rhythmic thrusting that rocked you with a steady beat. There was nothing in the universe but the two of you and the stars that looked down unmoved by your heated desire. Your eyes dilated with lust, and you were blind to everything except both of your pleasure. You were faintly aware that he was there whispering sweet nothings in your ears as he slammed his hips into you harder, faster, it was everything you needed. You reached your orgasm first, arching so high and hard that you lifted him up, your inner walls clenching and milking him, your pleasure sending him crashing into his own climax.

He cursed low and deep, his words rumbling in his chest as he rammed forward again and again, filling you. He froze, shivers chasing each other up and down his spine as his body pumped into you. The aftershocks made him jerk inside you, bringing forth soft moans of completion and pleasure. He was completely spent as you were. His muscles had gone slack with satiation and he rolled to the opposite side of you as he stared at you with heavily lidded eyes, panting hard as he laid a hand over his chest. You laid there for a long moment, attempting to get your breathing under control and just soaking up what just occurred before you finally turned to look at him with a weak smile on your face.

"Feeling better now?" he asked, still out of breath, a long smirk playing on his lips.

"Mhmm," you told him and rested your head on his bare chest. He stroked your hair with his hand, toying with the strands as he let out a sigh of contentment. One of his arms securely wrapped around your waist, and your legs were tangled together, the slight chill in the air was no match for your shared body heat. You made a pleased little noise as you nuzzled closer to the warmth of his chest.

"You don't need to worry about a thing, Y/N, you've already got me," he reassured with a small chuckle. "I didn't know you could be so cute when you were jealous though, it's a good look for you," he teased, and you let out a puff, feeling your cheeks light up with embarrassment.

"That wasn't cute, stop it, meanie," you moved back slightly to nudge him in the chest with your elbow, and he laughed at that. You leaned in to press a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, silently thanking him for tonight. You reached out to grab his hand and he took yours in an instant, entwining your fingers together in a tight lock. He lifted your hand up to place a quick kiss upon it before he dropped it back down.

"Thank you," you whispered as you looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I should be the one thanking you for that orgasm, and for letting me fuck you, you felt fucking amazing," he said with a low, possessive growl as he yanked you closer, making you emit a loud giggle from the affectionate gesture.

You didn't have anything to worry about, like he said, he was yours, and now you couldn't even remember why you were jealous in the first place as you snuggled up to him and fell asleep listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat.

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Pregnant (Bayverse Optimus x Oc Reader)

Ok, so this is an old one-shot that I wrote starring my friends and me. This was back when I first starting writing on Wattpad and I thought it would be funny to share it with yall so enjoy!!

Lori's POV:

"People are so dumb in horror movies," Savannah said tossing popcorn in her mouth. "I know right," I said laughing as we continued to watch the film in front of us. Tonight me and the girls decided to have a movie night until the guys got back from their mission in Tokyo. "I just got a text from Ratchet, they should be here tomorrow morning," Nina said smiling at us as we all grinned. The movie had gone off so we just started talking about randomness. Kaitlyn started to crack jokes making me laugh uncontrollably. "How about a game of truth or dare," Savannah said with a huge grin that said she was up to no good.

"Uh-uh Savannah's up to something," Nina said shaking her head. "What? No, I'm not I just have a question" Savannah said still smirking evilly. "And what may that be," I asked raising my eyebrow questioningly. "Have any of yall....... you know.......... done it yet?" Savannah said as we all looked around at each other waiting for answers. "Duhhhh," Kaitlyn said sticking her tongue in a playful way. "I know that's right," Savannah said as she and Nina high-fived while laughing. I on the other hand sat there in silence

"I know Lori be getting it in with Optimus all the time," Nina said looking at me giggling. I slapped her on the arm and laughed. "No, we haven't done it," I said trying to hide my embarrassment. "Not yet at least," Savannah raised her eyebrows at me in a joking way. "Bruhh shut up," I said hitting her with a pillow. She looked stunned for a moment before she hit me back. "PILLOW FIGHT" Kaitlyn yelled as we all started to hit each other with pillows.

~Time Skip To Morning~

"Ow stop kicking me" I muttered moving around to get comfortable on whatever I was laying on. I opened my eyes to see me and the girls all spread across the living room floor. I laughed as I stood up from my position on the floor and stretched. I yawned as I headed upstairs to get cleaned up and changed. I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and threw on leggings and a crop top as I picked up my phone to text Optimus.

~~Messages~~

Lori: Hey, I thought you would be home by now 😥

Optimus: Sadly we are at the military base with Lennox discussing going back to Cybertron...... the government is starting to get a bit angsty

Lori: Oh is everything ok

Optimus: Nothing that needs to concern you. Everything will be fine

Lori: Um ok. I love you 💙

Optimus: Love you too. I'll be home soon❤

~~End~~

I looked down at my phone with a smile as I sighed. "I wonder how going back to Cybertron is going to work," I said to myself before shrugging my shoulders. I slipped my phone into my pocket and headed back downstairs. "Breakfast sounds good," I said while pulling out eggs, bacon, and pancake mix as I got to work. Once I was done with breakfast the girls were already awake and sleepily walking to the table. "Thanks for breakfast Lori," Nina said as Savannah and Kaitlyn grumbled through stuffed mouths of food. I laughed hearing a knock at the front door. "Who could that be," I said aloud as I jogged to the door. I slowly opened the door to find a few of the Autobots standing there in their bipedal forms.

"Oh my god! You're back" I yelled hugging them as they all chuckled. "What are you yelling about," Savannah said walking up behind me and freezing. "BEE" she yelled tackling him to the ground. We all laughed as Kaitlyn and Nina came to see all the commotion. They were so happy to see Ratchet and Crosshairs it was unbelievable. "Aww yall are so cute," I said taking out my phone and snapping many pictures. "Whatever girl your just jealous," Nina said sticking out her tongue playfully. "Girl you wish," I said with a playful eye roll. Before I could close the door I saw some more cars pull up. They all looked pretty familiar. They soon transformed revealing Jazz and the Lambo Twins (Sideswipe and Sunstreaker). "It's been a while, Lori," Jazz said walking up to me with a smile. "Nice to see you too," I said punching Jazz in the arm.

Before I could say anything to the twins I was engulfed in a tight hug. "We've missed you," they both said as I sighed. "I missed you guys too," I said as I kissed both of their foreheads as they went inside. Finally, the last three Autobots showed up, Drift, Hound, and Optimus. As soon as they transformed I ran over to Optimus and jumped into his arms. He caught me and spun me around causing me to squeal. When he set me back on the ground I smashed my lips into his as to which he returned the favor. "Eww guys get a room," Hound said in fake disgust. I only laughed as Optimus threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the house. "Optimus what are you doing" I yelled as he started to carry me upstairs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Savannah making these symbols with her hands towards me.

I gave Savannah a death glare as I mouthed the words Fuck you. Savannah looked at me in disbelief and burst into laughter as me and Optimus made it upstairs. When we made it to my bedroom Optimus lightly threw me on the bed causing me to giggle as he crawled on top of me. "Optimus what are you doing" I wined playfully trying to push him off of me. He didn't say anything as he let his metal lips find mine in a passionate kiss. I kissed back as he let his hands wander down to my hips. He pulled away and nibbled on my neck leaving little love bites as I moaned lightly. After a few minutes, he pulled away and kissed my forehead. "You sure you wanna do this" He whispered as I smirked kissing him roughly. "Does that answer your question?" I said with a smirk as he proceeded with a low growl.

~Time Skip To The Morning After (Cuz I've never written a lemon sooooo..... Yea)~

I woke up to the sun beaming through my curtains as I groaned snuggling into the warm figure next to me. 'Wait' I thought as my eyes popped open. 'Did me and Optimus ..... noooo did we?' I thought while slowly looking under the covers and quickly putting them back down. 'Oh, shit' I thought looking up at the ceiling. I let out a deep sigh as I turned to face a still sleeping Optimus. 'He's so handsome when he sleeps. Ugh, but why do I feel sick all of the sudden'. For some reason, something didn't feel right as I rushed to the bathroom. I shut the door and hunched over the toilet immediately spilling my guts. "What the hell" I groaned as I grabbed my phone off the counter and texted Savannah

~Messages~

Lori: Savannahhhhh😫😥

Savannah: Yes big head

Lori: I need help 😥 Somethings wrong like fr fr

Savannah: Where are you???

Lori: The bathroom in my room 😭

Savannah: Ight hold on

~End~

I took a deep breath as I waited on Savannah's arrival. Soon I heard the doorknob jiggle and in came Savanah shutting the door behind her. "Did you wake Optimus?" I asked nervously. "No, but what's your problem? You look uglier than usual" Savannah stated smiling as I weekly kicked her. "Looookkkk," I said pointing at the toilet. Savannah looked in and quickly backed away in disgust. "What the hell! Are you sick?" she yelled as I shushed her sternly. "I don't know I woke up feeling weird then I threw up," I said laying my head on the bathtub.

"Wait did you and Optimus......" Savannah asked not finishing her sentence. "Not important right now," I said pointing a finger at her as her eyes went wide. "I'll be right back," Savannah said as she ran out of the bathroom leaving me confused. As I waited for her to come back I slowly got up from my position on the floor trying to steady myself. I wobbly walked over to the counter and looked at myself in the mirror. 'Ugh I look horrible' I thought as I rinsed my mouth to get rid of the smell of puke.

"I'm back," Savannah said while holding something behind her back. "What's that," I asked pointing behind her with a raised eyebrow. Without saying a word she pulled out a pregnancy test and my jaw dropped in shock. "Take it," Savannah said sternly. "Are you serious?" I said crossing my arms in disbelief. "Yes, now take it," Savannah said shoving it into my hands and walking out of the bathroom. I sighed as went through the process of taking the pregnancy test. I set it on the counter and waited. 'There's no way I'm pregnant...... am I? I mean it was only once and it was my first time! Oh god, why am I so anxious'. I started to get more nervous as I paced around the bathroom. 'What will Optimus think? Does he even want kids? Do I want kids? WHY DIDN'T WE USE A-'. My thoughts were soon interrupted by my phone ringing signaling that the five-minute wait was over.

I slowly picked up the test with shaky hands. I looked down at the test and immediately lost my breath. "I'm pregnant" I whispered while covering my mouth with my hand. Tears started to fall but I couldn't tell if I was happy or scared. I sobbed quietly as I slid onto the floor. 'What am I gonna do?' I thought to myself as I cried a bit harder. There was a knock at the door causing me to jump but I didn't say a word. "Lori are you ok," A rough voice said from the other side of the door. 'Shit' I scurried to my feet while wiping my eyes clean. "Yea I'm fine," I said fixing myself up. "You don't sound fine. Can you please open the door" Optimus said as my heart stopped. 'Here comes the moment of truth I guess'

I opened the door letting him in as he kissed my forehead. "I have something to tell you" I spoke as my voice quivered. "Are you ok, you look sick?" Optimus said looking at me with concern. "Yea I'm fine just a little morning sickness," I said putting on a fake smile. As soon as I said those words Optimus's eyes went wide. "Are you?" Optimus asked questioningly as he stared at my stomach. "Yea...... I'm sorry" I said bursting into tears as I felt a strange pain in my chest. "Sorry? For what" Optimus said trying to calm me down. "I didn't even ask if you wanted kids, it just happened! And I-" Before I could continue my ranting his lips gently smashed onto mine.

I calmed down as he wiped away my stray tears. "Hey, look at me," Optimus said while raising my head my his index finger, "I've always thought about starting a family with you. It just happened faster than I expected, but I still love you and our unborn child," Optimus said causing my eyes to water up again. "I love you so much," I said kissing him passionately. I felt him smirk in the kiss causing me to giggle. "You kiss me like that again and we might be making twins," Optimus said kissing my neck. "You horny hunk of metal," I said shoving him playfully and trying to walk away. But I couldn't get far enough before he scooped me up into his arms bridal style and carried me downstairs.

When we walked into the living room everyone was sitting there as if they were awaiting our arrival. "Soooooo," Savannah said with a huge grin. "You told them," I said looking at her with a shocked expression. "That's not important right now. What does the test say" Nina said jumping up and down eagerly. Optimus and I exchanged a look as we both smiled. "WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!" I yelled in excitement as everyone laughed and clapped. "It's about damn time," Crosshairs said with a smirk while I playfully glared at him. "Aww I'm going to be an auntie," Savannah said wiping away a fake tear. I laughed while hugging her tightly as everyone else started talking about baby showers and planning causing me to roll my eyes. "Wow can't believe I'm gonna be a mom," I said rubbing my still flat stomach. "I can't believe I'm gonna be a father," Optimus said kissing my forehead as everyone 'Awwed'. I took a good look around at the people around me, the Autobots, my friends, my best friend, the love of my life, and soon to be born child.

This is my family now and I love them

#transformers #transformers x reader #optimus #optimus x oc #optimus x reader #optimus prime #tfp optimus #transformers optimus #bayverse optimus #transformers bayverse #pregnant #humanformers #bipedal #bumblebee #transformers idw

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bangtancentricsblog · 3 years ago

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black white and grey

❍ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❍ verse: red and white

❍ word count: 1k +

warnings/disclosures: angst maybe? I’m not entirely sure but I don’t think it’s too bad if I’m being honest,

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Jungkook is distracted, mind running rampant with thoughts he can't quite grasp. The most prevalent of them all is you, and the looming sense of dread that's attached itself to him like a parasite. He feels like he's been living in a shell of himself and the perfect life he had before this; before this feeling, and before you'd started pulling away is slowly slipping through his fingers like sand. His muddled thoughts have brought him to Yoongi’s on his rare day off from the tattoo parlor, he hopes Yoongi can help him find reason.

Yoongi is lucky, he thinks as he eyes the baby cradled to Yoongi's shoulder cheeks round and fat as she stares back at Jungkook. This is Yoongi’s second child with his soulmate, something he finds oddly endearing because Yoongi had adapted to the role of father easily. He takes hold of the little hand she stretches in his direction, similar doe eyes crinkling up the way that babies often do, with a smile that is all gums and too much drool. Yoongi wordlessly hands her over watching with sleep glazed eyes as she easily snuggles into Jungkook's shoulder. Jungkook bounces the baby in his arms, stepping around Yoongi to take a seat at the table.

"So what's on your mind kid?

"Why do you think there's something on my mind?"

"Because it's before ten on your day off and you're here, holding my daughter as she drools all over your shirt." Yoongi drawls voice low and a bit scratchy before taking a sip of his coffee. His eyes seem clearer now, sunlight filtering in through the cracks in the blinds and Jungkook takes a moment to admire the way Yoongi's eyes shine. He feels his lips tug up, heart feeling warmed and reminded of why he'd come to Yoongi in the first place.

"There’s this girl at work I don’t mean anyone we work with either, some client I guess, I'm not sure, she’s, yknow, I don't know...”

"Uh huh.”

“She makes me uncomfortable, like she comes in but never gets anything done and anytime ____, or any of the girls approach her she shys away and leaves but she always comes back.”

“Maybe she hasn't decided what she wants done?”

“No, I thought that too but the others say she doesn't come around unless me and ____ work together.”

“You don’t think this girl is trying to steal ____ from you do you?” Yoongi asks with a laugh, taking his daughter from Jungkook.

“That hadn't crossed my mind but I don't think so.”

“So then why does she make you uncomfortable?” Jungkook isn't sure if he really wants to tell Yoongi, but it’s a strange feeling to him. Especially when all he feels when that girl is around is dread, a queasiness that twists up his insides and makes his palms sweat. He feels the words settle on the tip of his tongue tasting like acid, the kind that lingers no matter how you try to wash it away. His eyes have widened significantly glossing over with the tears that pool at his lash line, when he catches Yoongi's stare.

"How did you know that Bunny was your soulmate?" He asks instead, watching the way Yoongi's brow furrows lips falling into a pout.

"It was a feeling, something about her just felt right. It was like a fire, slow to spark but blazed bright and was quick to burn."

"Do you believe in soul bonds?"

"Like the red string? Yeah I guess, it’s never been proven but I believe to an extent, why?” Jungkook averts his gaze, rubbing his itchy palms on jeans to try and calm his nerves.

“I think I saw one.” He whispers, voice cracking the slightest, it’s so low yoongi has to lean in to hear it but he’s shocked either way.

“You saw a soul bond, there’s no way Jungkook you can only see your-” Yoongi stops mid sentence, eyes wide as he gapes at Jungkook. A sudden realization crawls it’s way to the forefront of Yoongi’s mind, one that makes his breath hitch and his heart ache just the slightest.

“____’s not your soulmate.” He breathes watching the way Jungkook crumbles, it’s rare for the younger to look so crestfallen. His cheeks no longer hold that honey glow, and it’s now that Yoongi can really see the way it weighs on him. It’s crushing the life out of him the same way you had once breathed it into him, except this one works faster, stealing not only his life but all the warmth too. The Jungkook in front of him is merely a husk of the man he used to be, and he wonders how he hasn’t noticed before.

“Does ____ know?” He asks now, too afraid to say anything else but it seems Yoongi has stepped on a landmine. Jungkook’s tears finally fall, staining his cheeks and reminding Yoongi of just how youthful he is. Jungkook’s heart is easy to hurt, but it’s the love he feels that truly hurts him. It tears him apart and Yoongi has seen too many people break his friends heart, too many times has someone left him broken and bleeding with shards too small to glue back together. That is until you came along, a heart just as broken with pieces jagged enough they fit perfectly with Jungkook’s. He belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him and no one could convince Yoongi otherwise.

He’d watched two broken people nurse a dying heart until it could beat on it’s own, no longer two people but one soul. It was just a feeling, a tiny little tingle that starts in your finger tips and slowly crawls it's way to your chest then bursts, setting your body aflame until it feels right. And you and Jungkook felt right, not only to him but to all your friends. He feels his heart break further at the gentle way Jungkook sobs and he thinks not everything could be so black and white in a world filled with so much grey.

a/n: I haven’t really written/posted in a bit so I’m a little nervous considering most of this is new content and like maybe 10% is salvage from an old draft. I’m not even sure if anyone still remembers the original piece that goes with this? Um yeah that’s all I hope you enjoy and tagging my wife @boymeetsweevil because I want you to suffer 😈😘

#jeon jungkook x reader #emm writes #an emm writes production #emms jungkook content #genre: angst (?)#alternative universe: soulmate #mine writings #fic verse: raw #usersuhdays

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allielu105 · 3 years ago

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An Unexpected Family Reunion- CH 18 Hide

Previous. Masterlist

**TRIGGER WARNING: SCHOOL SHOOTING SCENES**

Stella found Kelly sitting on the ground leaning against the back tire of the squad truck. She joined him.

"Any news?"

He looked over, not realising she had sat down beside him.

"Trudy said that Swat is getting ready to go in."

They instinctively ducked as more shots were fired.

"God what's taking so long!"

Kelly yelled in frustration hitting the side of the truck. For him it feels like it's been forever since they got the call, but in all reality it had only been a few minutes. Stella put her arm around him.

"Have you heard back from Sadie?"

"No" He choked back tears "She stopped responding."

Opening her eyes Sadie found herself laying at the bottom of the first flight of stairs, she had tripped trying to get away from the gunman. Slowly lifting herself to a sitting position she quickly looked around to see if she saw anyone, it looked clear. Standing up grasping the handrail she became dizzy, her head throbbed with each beat of her heart. Her cheek stung, reaching up with her hand she found it was wet, grazed by a bullet. She quickly limped down the rest of the stairs and to the first unlocked door she found. Going in the room a hushed murmur caused her to quickly turn around.

"I thought you locked the door!" A boy in a green t-shirt quietly hissed at another boy wearing a Blackhawks hoodie. Sadie quickly locked the door behind her and crawled over to the rest of the students in the corner out of view of the door. In total there were 5 of them, including herself. "Did anyone follow you?" A girl,crying she was so scared,asked

"No, no I don't think so."

There was a moment of silence before another burst of rounds fired. They all crouched further in the corner, until it stopped again.

"Is everyone ok? Anyone injured?" Sadie asked, looking over the group, not seeing any obvious wounds.

"No, I don't think so. We've been here since it all started." The boy in the green tshirt spoke up.

"What's your name?" Sadie asked, not recognizing him.

"Collin"

"I'm Sadie"

"You're bleeding."

"Yeah, I know." Sadie touched her face

"No not there, there." He pointed

Sadie looked down, seeing a hole in the left side of her hoodie, lifting it up there was an entrance wound right below her ribcage.

"Shit."

She stood, putting pressure on the wound, oddly unable to feel it. Making her way to the teachers desk she found a roll of pink duct tape and a handful of lunchroom napkins. She used those to make a makeshift patch over the hole, it was starting to burn a bit now. Inside she was panicking, but outwards she showed no signs of distress, knowing keeping calm was the key to everyone getting out safe.

"Are you going to be ok?" Collin asked joining her at the desk

"For now…."

"You act like you know what you're doing."

"When you spend as much time as I do around Firefighters, you pick up a few things. Have yall tried the windows?"

She asked, trying to change the subject, trying to get her mind off of herself.

She limped over and peeked out of the blinds that covered them. First responders took up the entire street in front of the school. Looking to her right, there were all engines of 51. She had an idea.

Outside Trudy approached Kelly with a wary look on her face.

"What is it?" He asked coldly

"I just wanted to update you...SWAT is pulling back, they can't go in right now."

"What?! Why?!"

"There's a propane bomb placed at the entrance of the school, they must have placed it after the first wave of students ran out. We have to wait for the Bomb Squad….it's big enough to take out the entire front half of the school."

Kelly turned and kicked the tire he was just sitting against.

As Trudy stood there another officer approached her, showing her a picture.

"What does that even mean?" She asked and the officer just shrugged

"1751 + 4, 1 yellow?" She read aloud

Kelly swung around

"What did you just say?"

Trudy looked at him quizzically before repeating herself. "1751 + 4, 1 yellow...why? That mean something to you?"

"1751....That's my badge number." He smiled "That's Sadie!"

#kelly severide #chihard #chicago fire #fanfic #kelly severide fanfiction #chicago fire fanfiction #Firehouse 51 #wallace boden #christopher herrmann #one chicago fanfiction #stella kidd #kellyseveridesister #gallo #blake gallo

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adventuresinwonderlust · 4 years ago

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Title: Ace and Min: Part 3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader aka “Ace”

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, best friends to lovers, angst, slight crack, abusive speak/language, talks of/and abusive behavior, talks of/toxic relationship, fighting, oral (f) receiving, protected sex

Rating: 18 and over

You watch in horror as Che slams Yoongi against the wall, his forearm pressing into Yoongi’s neck. “Not so tough now are you, Min?” “Get off of him!” You shout, slamming your fist repeatedly into Che’s back. Che wiggles his shoulder back and forth to shoo you away. Yoongi uses the opportunity to land a fist in an unsuspecting Che’s ribs. Che groans loudly, grasping his side as Yoongi lands another blow to Che’s cheek. Che drops to the ground as Yoongi swings his leg forward and kicks Che in the ribs. “That’s for putting your hands on Y/N,” He kicks him again, “That’s for cheating you piece of shit,” he lands one final kick, “And that is to remind you to never come near her again.” Che lays on the ground holding his side. “Come on Yoongi, that’s enough.” You pull at him as you type in the keycode for his front door. Yoongi crouches down beside Che, “Leave now and I won't call the cops,” Che looks up at Yoongi with anger in his eyes, “Don't test me Che. I promise, if you ever come near Y/N again, I'll kill you.” Yoongi stands now and follows you inside.

Yoongi slams the door and presses his forehead against it, as if waiting for Che to burst through. Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest and you place your hands over it to try to calm it. “Yoongi. Are you ok?” You swallow back a sob, moving forward to place your hands on his back. He spins quickly, lifting you off your feet and walking you hastily to the couch. His lips are on yours in a heated kiss, biting and tugging until your soon on your back. You’re both ravenous, yanking and clawing at each other’s clothing. “I’m sorry he ever hurt you,” Yoongi pants between kisses, “I love you. I’ll never let another soul hurt you. I’m going to protect you always. Are you ok? I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” He continues saying planting kisses all over your face, cheeks, neck, and collar bone. You moan out, the both of you free of your shirts. “Don’t apologize. You were so brave. I love you. I love you so much.” You respond, digging your hands into his hair while he kisses the soft flesh of your breast, pulling your bra down to suckle on your nipple. You cry out his name, tugging at his hair. He lifts his head and takes your mouth in another passionate kiss, soon unbuttoning your shorts and tugging them off. He nips at your hips, pulling the fabric of your panties to the side to run his tongue along your drenched sex. “Fuck!” You gasp.

Yoongi waste no time, lapping your arousal up, moaning at your taste. He gives you a soft brief smile, dropping his head between your legs once more and dragging his tongue through your slit again. You arch your back, your body goosing at the feeling. He moans hungrily into your cunt, sucking your inner and outer lips into his mouth. “Oh Yoongi, please.” You beg, needing more from him. He slurps your juices straight from your entrance, soon wrapping his mouth around your clit, swirling his tongue in quick circles. You drop one hand into his hair and yank, pulling him closer to your throbbing core, your other hand teasing your breast. You close your eyes tightly. Now focused on how methodical Yoongi’s movements are, how he quickly swirls his tongue, only to slow down and roll his tongue along the length of your bud. You tremble at the controlled buildup of your orgasm in your tummy, whispering Yoongi’s name over and over under your breath. “So close.” You whimper, feeling your body heat. Yoongi hums, bringing his hand up and inserting two fingers inside of your entrance. He moves them slowly, massaging your every nerve ending, your orgasm moving quickly from your tummy through your core and shooting up your spine into your brain. You cry out, clenching down onto Yoongi’s fingers, pulling hard on his hair, your vision a haze of white flecks.

You release Yoongi’s strands, your body going limp as you come down from your high. You pant frantically, Yoongi soon climbing up your body to plant sweet kisses on your lips. “You ok Ace?” He whispers over your mouth. You nod, reaching down to grip his hard on. He groans into your mouth, wrapping his arm around your waist and lifting you off the couch. “What are you doing?” You ask. “Bringing you to my room.” He smirks. He shoves the door open, your body wrapped around his like a koala. He places you gently on the bed, removing his pants, standing before you in his underwear. You move forward and palm him. “My turn.” You bite your lip. He shakes his head. “Maybe some other time Ace. I need to make love to you. You don’t know how long I’ve needed this.” He digs in his side drawer and pulls out a condom, climbing onto the bed. You lie back, your blood burning with anticipation. You snatch the condom from Yoongi’s hand, tearing it open with your teeth. He smiles at you, a small chuckle escaping his chest. “It seems someone else has been needing this just as much huh Ace?” You nod quickly, eyes fixed on his hips as he slowly unveils his thick length. You moan, taking your bottom lip between your teeth. “Fuck Min. Now I see why all the girls love you.” He chuckles again, sucking in a breath when you begin to roll the condom along his member.

You lie back, gripping his ass when he lies atop you. Yoongi kisses you slowly, taking one of your hands with his and interlocking your fingers, resting it above your head. He moves his other hand between you both and takes his member in it, running his tip through your saturated slit. “Fuck Ace, you’re so wet.” He whispers. He inserts just the tip, a groan escaping his throat when your entrance gobbles it with ease. “God,” He moans, thrusting forward, entering you fully. He stays stationary for a moment, kissing you again, his free hand gripping your hip. When he releases your lips, he begins to move in and out of you, moaning freely at the way your cunt clenches and grips at his length which each full thrust. “I’ve always dreamed of this moment Ace. God, this is better than any dream. You’re so perfect. I love you so much.” Yoongi pants. You try but can't respond, so lost in his blown-out eyes, and lustful expression. He’s so beautiful in this moment, completely lost in you. You clench around him purposefully now, eliciting an animal like groan from him. He leans his forehead against yours, his movements becoming faltered. He pulls out suddenly, his hot cock resting on your lower stomach as he kisses you passionately. “What's wrong?” You inquire, feeling empty. “It's embarrassing” He whines. “It’s me Min. Just tell me.” “I’m just so close. I feel like a teenager. Like I'm going to burst. I want to last longer but you feel so good. I’ve wanted this for so long. The anticipation is just built up.” You can't help giggle, feeling empowered that you could have this effect on him.

“It’s ok Min. I want to make you feel good.” He shakes his head. “I want to spend every day making you feel like a Queen.” He kisses you hard now, shoving his rigid cock into you. You gasp out loud, gripping his behind tightly as he thrust quickly in and out of you. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He cries out, pulling out again. You groan, looking down at his angry red cock. “Stop pulling out Min.” He grunts in frustration. “I don’t want to finish yet.” He complains. You chuckle, shoving him on his back. “This won't be the last time we do this. I promise.” You say against his pout. You kiss him gently, sliding down onto his length with ease. He moans into your mouth, gripping your hips tightly when you begin to hop up and down his throbbing cock. “Jesus Ace, you have no clue how amazing this feels. I’ve never felt this fucking good inside someone before.” He mewls beneath you. “Yeah,” You bite your lip teasingly, feeling almost invincible. He smirks at you now, thrusting up into you. You cry out when he hits your cervix, not allowing it to stop your movements. “I love you Yoongi. I’ve loved you for so long. I want to spend the rest of my days loving you.” He moans softly at your words, his hold on your hips becoming painful enough to leave bruises. “Cum for me baby. Let go. It’s ok. I want you to. I want to feel you throb inside me.” “Fuck Ace! Fuck!” He cries out. A heavy groan leaving his chest when he explodes into the condom. You gasp, clenching down on his twitching member. He stops you from moving, holding you in place for a moment and then finally aiding you in gliding up and down him once again. He pants against your neck when you press your chest down onto his. “I promise I'll be better the next time.” “You were amazing Min.” You praise him, kissing his pink cheeks. You lift off him and watch him remove and tie off the condom.

He tosses it in the trash beside his bed and rolls to face you. “Wanna sit in a warm bubble bath with me?” “Sure.” You giggle. He kisses your cheek. “Why are you laughing at me? Men take bubble baths.” You shrug. “Che never did.” Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Che was an asshole. Let’s not talk about Che.” He gets up now and pulls on sweats. “Sorry. Are you mad?” “No, why would I be mad?” “I don’t know because I mentioned Che.” Yoongi turns to face you and crawls onto his side again. “Hey. I'm not Che. I'm not going to get mad or jealous because you mention another guy. I’m not insecure and I'm never going to hurt you. I love you Ace. I know he was big part of your life, I'm sorry if I came off rude. Don’t worry so much ok. Everything is going to be so much better now.” You nod, leaning in to kiss him. “I know Min. Thank you.” He nods, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “Come on, let me take care of you.” He whispers, standing now and reaching to help you off the bed. You head to the restroom with him, and he begins to run a bath, dropping an orange ball into it that slowly rolls around the water fizzing out. He pours a lavender scented bubble bath into the water next and helps you in. He slides off his sweats and climbs in next sitting behind you so you can rest your back against his chest.

“What now?” You ask. “Whatever you want.” He grumbles, kissing the top of your head. “I mean, do we start dating? Do I move in? How do I get my stuff? Do I even get my stuff? I guess I should get my stuff, it's my stuff, right?” “It’s ok Ace. You don’t have to figure it all out in one day.” “But what if I want to?” “Ok, well if you want to then what's the most important thing for you to have figured out first?” You ponder this for a moment. Taking in the sweet lavender scent and releasing a huge breath. “Us?” He chuckles. “Ok. What about us?” “Are we a couple now?” You ask nervously, afraid he might reject you. “Is that what you want?” He whispers, snuggling close to you. “You can't keep answering my questions with questions Min.” “Ok. I would love nothing more than to be with you Ace. I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time. If you want that too then I’ll be the happiest man alive. If you don’t, I'm ok with that too because we are always going to be friends. I love you so much. You mean the world to me. I honestly want you to do what makes you happy. If I'm a part of that, shit, that’s great.” You rise into the seated position and turn towards him. “I want that to. I want to be with you.” He smiles wide, his gums on display. “We have to do it right.” “What do you mean?” “I mean.... Ace, Y/F/N Y/L/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

You squeal a bit moving forward to kiss him, water splashing everywhere. “Yes, I will.” You answer upon breaking the kiss. “Ok, next question. Do you wanna live with me? I mean this apartment is huge and sometimes lonely. We spend so much time together anyways and I already know everything there is to know about you. No pressure though.” You ponder the idea, enjoying the nervousness that spreads across his face. “I mean your place is huge.” You lull. He hums in agreement, pulling you into his body so you straddle him. “Then its decided, you move in here with me. Even if we sleep in different rooms, I just want to know your safe.” “You really are the best Min. So good to me.” You whisper to him. “I want to be good to you forever. In fact, let me be even better to you Ace. Let's go somewhere. I can have a company pick up your things. Just let me take you away for a while.” You pause for a minute, watching nerves hit him, before giggling. “Ok Min, let's do it.” He laughs in relief, pulling you close. “You and me forever Ace.” He whispers. “You and me forever Min.” You whisper back, kissing him again, melting into his embrace.

#bts smut #yoongi smut #suga x reader #suga x you

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spicymayo1983 · 4 years ago

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Hiya. More Poe Dameron smut and fluff for everyone to enjoy. You and Poe both live on the rebellion base on D'qar.

I've always imagined that Poe would be excited about becoming a father, regardless of the circumstances, and be a loving and supportive partner.

For some reason the idea of fertile Poe is sexy to me. Lol. Having a bunch of cute, curly haired space babies.

You are a member of the black squadron and a respected X wing pilot in your own right. You've made some stupid decisions in your lifetime but never any like this one.

After a few too many drinks you ended up enjoying a steamy, completely unprotected one night stand with Poe Dameron.

And now you're pregnant with his child. How will you cope raising a baby with a man you barely know?

Warnings, unprotected sex, some angst, breeding kink, not for anyone under 18.

You're not afraid to admit it. You are a different woman altogether when you've been drinking.

But even for you, the mess you're in is something even you couldn't have predicted.

Now all you have are memories, regret, and a positive pregnancy test. You stare at that little stick with the two lines on it and the memories flood back, you can't help but smile a little.

Six weeks earlier.....

It's your best friend Yasmela's birthday. You and the rest of the black squadron are celebrating with adult beverages abound in a cantina located on the rebellion base D'qar.

The leader of the black squadron, Poe Dameron, who's also a bit tipsy, has been eyeing you all night.

Okay, the two of you have been exchanging mutual flirty glances. You haven't been entirely innocent, it's hard to ignore anyone, but especially someone as gorgeous as him, when it's obvious that he's checking you out.

"Well do you like what you see?" Poe asks, laughing a little, attempting to break the ice.

"What would make you think that?" You reply, giggling a little.

Poe notices the flushing of your cheeks, brought on by a combination of drinking too much and the situation currently at hand.

"Ohhhhh I'm making you nervous". Poe continues, slurring his words a little. "You're normally such a quiet girl, y/n, I barely know you because you won't talk to hardly anyone".

"I'm a simple woman devoted to defeating the first order". You reply, smiling a little.

"So am I, but I believe in letting loose every once in awhile". Poe teases as he brushes back his dark, curly hair from his face.

"So you're also a simple woman?" You reply, bursting into laughter.

Soon both of you are laughing uncontrollably. So much so that you have tears in your eyes.

"No, I wasn't the last time I checked". Poe continued, his laughter calming a little. "What I meant was that I'm also devoted to bringing down the first order but I like to have fun from time to time".

"Come on, dance with me". Poe asks, a devilish smile appearing on his face. "Let's have some fun".

You soon find yourself stumbling along to a latin cha cha cha dance that he's way better at, even intoxicated, than you.

You fall down laughing at one point and he scoops you up immediately. Even when you are sober you have two left feet and your dance moves are less than elegant.

The room is spinning, you feel like you're going to puke, but you're having a blast with your handsome companion.

"I think I need to sit down". You tell him, struggling to stop yourself from throwing up.

Poe helps you get safely to a nearby chair and table, once you are seated he fetches you a glass of water.

"Thank you". You reply, smiling gratefully and slowly sipping the cool water. "I know it's still a little early but I think I need to get home and sleep this off".

"That's okay, but let me walk you home". Poe tells you, helping you stand up again.

On the way back to your quarters the two of you realize that he lives much closer so it would be in your best interest to crash on his couch for the night.

Once at his place Poe gets you another glass of water, you are sobering up and no longer feel sick.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" You ask, quickly downing the refreshing beverage.

"I might not know you that well, on a personal level".

He explains, removing his boots. "But you're a brave pilot, you were there when the starkiller was destroyed, I take care of people I respect".

His words of praise shock you a little. They mean so much, especially coming from someone like him. Your face immediately turns bright red, Poe leans over, kisses you on the lips and says,

"And one of the most beautiful women I've seen".

Without another word exchanged you continue kissing, you gaze into his beautiful dark eyes and silently beg him to continue, to go beyond those delicious kisses.

Poe picks up on your silent cues and hungrily unbuttons your shirt. He manages to quickly unsnap your bra, revealing your breasts and erect nipples.

You can see an impressive looking bulge forming in his pants as he buries his face between them, you sigh in delight as you lose yourself to pleasure and take in the scent of his soft, curly hair.

Your panties are practically drenched by the time Poe starts to tenderly kiss and nibble on your neck, his hands wander between your legs and you gasp in anticipation.

He unzips your pants and helps you out of them, you are indeed soaking wet, his hand slides between your legs again and teasingly strokes you over your underwear.

You haven't trimmed in quite awhile so you have a decent bush growing. He doesn't seem to mind, though, Poe actually seems to enjoy the look and feel of it.

"Take your clothes off now". You demand, laughing a little. "I feel weird being the only naked one".

Poe obliges and strips down for you. Revealing a tan, trim and athletic body. Strong without being over the top. He's hung, and thick, with a nice patch of dark hair.

The two of you decide to move things into the bedroom. He immediately spreads your legs wide and starts to massage your clit as he inserts two fingers inside of you.

As Poe keeps his fingers inside of you he begins to suck and gently nibble on your throbbing clit, with a low whimper you cum for him, squirting in the process.

With your legs still spread Poe enters you, you easily accommodate him because you are still extremely wet.

"Oh creator you are so wet, and so tight". Poe moans as he penetrates you. "You feel amazing".

Both of you were still tipsy and had neglected to ask about birth control. Even though you weren't on anything you assumed he was.

He's a gentle lover, he teases you by sliding his entire length in, and then all the way out again.

As you are impaled on his body you squirm and cum with Poe deep inside of you. Your own orgasms trigger his own release, but you are gripped onto him too tight and he can't pull out in time.

He cums inside of you, the warm sensation is unfamiliar because you have never let anyone inside of your body unprotected.

"That felt amazing". Poe confesses as he passionately kisses you and pulls his soft cock out of your body. "I'm sorry about the mess, I really tried to pull out".

"Don't worry about it". You tell him with a nervous laugh.

He gets you a towel and helps you clean up, soon after he rolls over and falls asleep.

Well, you thought he was asleep.....

"Can I put my arm around you?" Poe whispers softly.

"Sure, go ahead". You reply, smiling a little.

The two of you fall asleep spooning, he's the little spoon with his arm wrapped around you, with his face resting on your back.

The entire experience feels very warm, intimate and tender. You're a little surprised by how soft and affectionate Poe is.

The next morning both of you wake up with horrible hangovers. Poe gets up and cooks a simple breakfast of waffles and toast, not only is he the best pilot in the resistance but he's also an excellent cook.

You are enjoying your meal despite the awkward silence that has suddenly developed between the two of you.

You've crawled back into that shell that adult beverages had liberated you from temporarily.

Despite the fact that you enjoyed yourself the previous night you still feel ashamed and somewhat dirty from the encounter.

You've never done anything like that before with anyone, let alone the leader of the squadron.

What was everyone else going to say if they found out?

"Your secret is safe with me". Poe assures you, leaning over and kissing you on the forehead. "I won't kiss and tell".

"I've just never done anything like that before". You tell him, smiling weakly. "When I'm drunk I'm a different woman".

"If you feel like I took advantage of you I'm truly sorry". Poe continues, his smile fading. "I just got carried away in the moment".

"Oh no, I wanted it to happen". You reply quickly, your weak smile coming back. "And it was magical, you were very respectful and it felt great".

With those parting words you get dressed and walk home. You bump into your friend, birthday girl Yasmela, in the hangar later that afternoon when you are doing routine maintenance on your X wing.

"Everyone saw you leave the party with Poe". Yasmela teases, a bright smile appearing on her face. "Tell me every raunchy detail".

"Poe walked me home, I passed out on my sofa, the end". You lie, your face getting slightly flushed from anger.

"Salemm saw you doing the walk of shame this morning". Yasmela continues, a mischievous glint appearing in her eyes.

"Just fucking stop it! Okay!" You snap, displaying a rare flash of anger. "Absolutely nothing happened between us! End of story".

Yasmela looks slightly taken aback by your outburst. But she soon smiles and says,

"Okaaaay, y/n, I get it, I'll be leaving now".

Your friend slinks off into the crowded, noisy hangar. You know for a fact that she doesn't believe you, and that she will do her best to find out what truly happened.

Flash forward back to six weeks after your encounter with Poe. After experiencing sore breasts, morning sickness and terrible mood swings you reluctantly take a home pregnancy test and discover that it's indeed positive.

You're terrified, and you have no idea how your secret can be kept now.

End of part 1

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron smut #star wars #star wars smut #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine

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cocosstories · 3 years ago

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Pete Davidson One Shot- Jr Writer Series 3

Alright alright miss missy. You seem to have proven yourself as a very great writer. I have... a CHALLENGE. A controversial one at that.Pete and jr writer or gf whatever you want lol (but I do think you should make jr writer a segment) You ready?Pete gets caught CHEATING.With both angsty AND smutty themes!

It had been six months since you and Pete had declared your feelings for each other and became a couple. Everything was going great. Your sketch ideas were a hit with the head writers and the cast and even though you weren't quite ready to say it to him yet, you were completely in love with Pete.

It was early Saturday evening and the final dress rehearsal for the live show was over. You had decided to grab some food for you and Pete for a little dinner picnic date in his dressing room.

Once you ordered and got the food, you headed back to the office and towards his dressing room. You get to the door and are about to knock when you hear a noise coming from inside.

With your ear pressed to the door, you hear giggles and moaning. Tears well up in your eyes as you realize what is happening.

You contemplate your next move, finally deciding to go in and confront your boyfriend now while the anger is still fresh.

With a deep breath you burst through the door and are met with the sight of Pete and an extra for the nights show deep in the throws of sex on his couch.

"What the fuck Pete? How could you!"

You scream as you throw the bag of food in their direction and storm out, tears streaming down your face as you get to the elevator.

"Y/N wait! I can explain!"

Pete throws the girl off of him and pulls up his pants, following behind you, just getting to the elevator door as it closes.

Your mind is spinning as you make it to the lobby and then outside and hail a cab. The tears were flowing freely as you give the driver your address and he takes off towards your apartment.

The drive home was a wave of emotions as the picture of Pete fucking another girl plagued your mind, making you nauseous.

Once at home, the weight of the situation fully hits you and you let out a scream of anger and hurt, collapsing to the floor of your small apartment.

What seems like hours pass before you pull yourself off the ground and go to your bedroom. You notice the picture of you and Pete at the fair on your nightstand.

You pick it up and stare at it before throwing it at the wall. Your anger boils up again and you grab an empty trash bag.

Every single piece of anything to do with Pete, you grabbed and threw in the bag trying your best to purge him from your apartment. Every happy little bullshit lie needed to be gone.

Once you were satisfied that no evidence of him remained, you headed towards the door to throw it in the trash.

You opened your front door to find Pete standing there.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

You scream as you try to slam the door in his face bet he blocks it.

"Y/N please we need to talk. Please let me in."

"Talk? You want to talk? Talk about what Pete? The weather? Or maybe the new season of Ozark? Oh wait no I know maybe you want to talk about how you stuck your dick in another girl!"

Your voice was think with venomous rage, making Pete cringe at the last part.

"I know! I'm sorry! I don't even know why I did it! It just sort of happened."

His words fueled the anger as you stare at him.

"It sort of happened? How does you fucking another girl just sort of happen Pete?! What did she hold you down and force your dick inside her? You are so full of shit! You cheated on me! I cannot believe I ever thought I loved you. Get out! Get out of my apartment!"

You were sure at this point, your neighbors were going to come out at any moment to see what was going on but you honestly could care less.

"No! I'm not leaving until we talk about this! Y/N I made a mistake! I love you and I'm sorry please let me fix this."

He begs as you cross your arms and look away from him.

"A mistake? A mistake! Forgetting to set your alarm for work is a mistake Pete. You made a choice. You chose to cheat on me and now I am choosing to dump your sorry ass."

You pick up the bag with his stuff and throw it at him.

"Take your shit and go. I'm done."

He stands still in your doorway, hoping you'll change your mind but knowing you meant what you had said.

"I'll give you a few days but I'm not giving up on this on us. I will fix this. I will get you back."

His words hit you in a way you didn't expect or appreciate but you hold steady.

"Don't bother."

With that, you slam the door in his face and lock it behind you.

A while later, after cleaning up the glass from the broken picture and taking a long hot shower, you crawl in bed and cry. The anger now replaced by gut wrenching heartbreak. All the things you thought you and Pete could have now seemed like a cruel joke your mind had played on you and the realization of that was more than your heart could handle. Sleep finally washes over you, your exhausted body finally giving into your silent pleas for the horrible day to be over.

#Pete Davidson One Shot #pete davidson x reader #cocos stories

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years ago

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Drag Me To Hell...

Monster Prompts #3 “i'm going to breed you” #11” look at you… I thought you wanted me to stop?” With Demon! King Bakugou.

Warnings. NonC. Group NonC. First Time. ImPreg. Mind Break. Blood.

You loved the supernatural . The Mercy Thompson Series, The Vampire Diaries. The TV shows, Lost Girl, Supernatural , Being Human . Even horror video games like Until Dawn. Anything horror and supernatural you loved. But you were taking that interest a little too far according to your friends. When you told them you wanted to try practising the Dark Arts and they just looked at you. ‘That's not a real thing ya know y/n’ is what they always told you. But who were they to tell you how to live your life?

You also wanted to buy a ouija board so you could see if you could talk to the dead. The website you ordered the board from seemed really into demons and hell but you paid no mind really. It would be cool to summon a demon but you were just a beginner . Before you were about to check out the site suggested a seance book. It was black and orange with an interesting star crest in the middle. You shrugged adding it on , smiling at that Free Shipping you just unlocked.

••

It arrived the very next day . In a pretty well put together purple box with a bloody red ribbon you couldn't see throwing away. So you made it into a bracelet and a necklace. It burned your skin once it made contact. But when you checked in the mirror nothing was there, no singes, nothing. So eh , what the hell. Right?

You sat down on the floor setting up the board and pulled the book on your lap to read it. You raised an eyebrow at the summoning items. Where the hell would you get goat's blood? A virgin sacrifice? Well.. you shrugged that off and found a chapter about the board. You set the book down and lit some candles, turning off the lights.

You grabbed the dial and held it over the board repeating the words in the book. The dial shook and you couldn't help but have a stupid grin on your face.

“ is anyone there?”

‘Y,E.,S”

You shook all giddy. “What's .. your name?”

“S.E.E. F.O.R Y.O.U.R.S.E.L.F”

You tilted your head. What did that mean? “How can i see you.?”

“B.L.O.O.D.C.H.A.L.K.”

“Blood and chalk? Like a chalk circle?”

“Y.E.S.”

You hopped up running to find some chalk and the dial spazzed out hovering over “M.I.N.E” .

••

He was sitting on his throne when you weakly summoned him. He looked up from his claws to see a wavy cloud of you reading a book. Oh look at you.. this might be fun. And you even have the ribbons on.. perfect.

He leaned on his knuckles while he talked to you. His long lizard tail slapping all around the hot ground. He was a Demon King in Hell. He had thousands of goblin minions who waited on him claw and foot. A giant red dog slept at his side , his fur was spiked on his back and the tips were black. The King though. Was at least 6’5. Lean, muscle, scary charred feet and legs that he covered with some kind of fur cloth. His chest was bare with scratches going in every direction along with the charred skin creeping up like hands up at his pecks. He had strong charred arms equipped with curved claws. The ashy blond hair traveled down to the middle of his back and his horns were long and mighty with a blood red crown hanging off the left horn. Curling back at the edge. Piercing red eyes stared into your soul. He chuckled deep at how innocent you were. He was going to break you.

••

You returned with the items and sat back down to see the dial where you left it. You made the circle on your carpet, placing the candles down on each tip. He grinned watching you.

“The knife. Use the knife my pet.” He said to himself leaning forward. His dog also woke up to see his master looking excited and hungry.

You held the knife to your head making a small cut . You winced, tipping your hand over and the blood fell in the center while you repeated the words in the book.

Bakugou grinned standing up as the cloud of you turned into a portal. He laughed alerting his goblins and they all ran over cheering for a new toy to arrive.

“Tonight we dine!!!” Bakugou yelled as his bat wings spread out bringing him to the portal.

The floor shook and you got very hot all of a sudden. The candles tipped over starting a fire and you backed away screaming. The circle opened up and a long charred claw rose out scratching at the floor .

You screamed again looking for the door but it was on fire. You started to cough and get dizzy. This wasn't actually happening was it?!? You summoned a DEMON? No no, i mean you CANT. A second claw appeared clawing up the floor and you saw two long horns along with a crown.

Bakugou pulled himself up stepping into your world with a very hungry grin on his face . His tail flicked around crushing your tv . His horns dug into the ceiling scratching it all up and his claws reached out to you, offering his hand. “Come. My little Feast. come meet your new Husband” He hissed at you , almost mocking you.

You backed up more and his tail shot to you grabbing your ankle making you scream out . He dragged you to him , his wings spreading out knocking everything over. You were getting hotter, burning. You could smell burning skin. You dug your nails into the carpet as if it would do something. Bakugou snapped his claws and the ribbon glowed making the burning flesh heal . You didn't feel any heat all of a sudden, you didn't feel like you were burning alive.

Bakugou grabbed your ankle and his tail let go . He laughed and laughed flipping you over, ripping your clothes off and licking your stomach to your face with his very long tongue. “Lets go , shall we?” He dragged you down with him, right down to hell.

••••

Bakugou grabbed your ankle yanking your clothes off and threw you right down once the portal closed. Right down to his minions and dog . The goblins caught you and immediately started touching you all over. Little slimy hands covered every inch of your body , touching your chest, pulling at your nipples and digging into your pussy. One of them tried to pry your mouth open and you shook him off , you rolled over and one of them humped your rear trying to get himself inside you.

You begged for this to stop but one of the goblins shoved his slimy cock down your throat and began to face fuck you. You screamed and he just went faster. another goblin went for your pussy and Bakugous tail grabbed him, tossing him into some lava. “No one touches my feast there. That's mine.” He said sitting back down on his throne watching the goblins stomp around forming a line at your mouth.

Bakugou laid his leg over his knee watching with satisfaction on his face. His dog rubbed on Bakugous side and Bakugou reached up to pet his nose. “Hungry?” He waved his hand and some meat appeared. The dog wagged his tail pouncing on the food and Bakugou turned his attention back to you.

••

Every single one used your mouth , and if one tried to sneak back in line Bakugou tossed them into the lava. You had cum falling out of your mouth forming a puddle at your chest. It was starting to form a bump in your stomach and your jaw was aching .

By the time they were all satisfied Bakugou got up and they all ran off on little short legs going elsewhere. Bakugou kneeled down grabbing your hair so he could see your face. You coughed up a bunch of cum heaving hard. He smiled at you showing off his fangs, talking deep.

“That was fun right? I'm surprised you lived through it. Most women dont. “

“I…”

“Hm? Why are you here? Why you summoned me of course. “ he licked at your face cleaning it all up from tears and cum. He spit into some lava and lifted you up more. “ Those words you repeated in the book? Were vows. Your mine. Forever. And if you think you're gonna die down here then guess again.” The ribbons glowed a shiny red. “Your immortal now. And I'm gonna breed you. Every.Single.Chance i get. “

“But im-...”

“But what.?!? A lonely little human? You thought you could .. play around with a little book?!? Practice some dark arts like they do in those fantasies of yours?!? Well guess what honey it's real. And you're never leaving this place.”

He dragged you to his throne sitting down and pulled you up, you tried to fight him but as soon as he grabbed hold of you he slid you right down on his hard cock all the way down. You screamed. It echoed all throughout hell . The smell of your blood made him go nuts. Fucking you hard and fast , he didint care if he was breaking you, didint care if it hurt. He only wanted to fuck you till your mind broke . Till you were begging him for his cock like a bitch in heat.

••

The days went on . And the goblins demanded service at least every other day. But fewer and fewer showed up since Bakugou had to toss them in the lava. Other demons showed up too, creatures you've never seen before. Wanting the same treatment. Your jaw broke a few times and Bakugou had to snap it back into place each time with an annoyed look on his face.

You were free to walk around Hell as you pleased, but if you did you had to service anyone you came across. And Bakugous dog had to go with you just in case anyone tried anything with your pussy. They could have your ass though, no matter how loud you screamed no one helped you. Just waited for their turn while the big demon dog wagged his tail watching the lava burst nearby .

Why exactly were you walking around Hell?!? A very small part of you.. the part that wasn't broken. Was fascinated with everything you saw. It was all you had left of yourself, your real self. You even found a quiet spot away from creatures and goblins. A shady spot with no lava , it looked like a little cave almost. You crawled inside hugging yourself . It had been a month? Maybe? Did anyone know you were gone? You looked down at your stomach rubbing the small bump. You had fallen pregnant at some point. All you could think about was what it would look like. And the king.

Your hand dipped between your legs and you rubbed your clit in circles , leaning back on the warm rock sighing with relief. The demon king rushed all around in your head causing you to breath hard and slip a couple fingers in. “My king..” you sighed into your shoulder. The dog howled and minutes later he was there, crouching down watching you with a smile.

“Look at you.”

“King..” you crawled to him in between his legs fishing his cock out and hugging his hips. He smirked turning you around to run a claw down your rear watching it shake . You offered your dripping pussy to him and he rubbed your stomach. “Look at you… I thought you wanted me to stop..,?”

A whine left your mouth and Bakugou got up on his knees rubbing his cock on you . You came hard just from that and Bakugou grinned, rubbing his cock on your clit . “Oh you little slut. I'm glad you saw it my way” He shoved all the way inside you and you looked up grinning like an idiot. You came again and Bakugou tipped his head back laughing into the dark.

••

@crushonkatsuki @knifeewifee @squeaky-ducky @maron-k-rh @lady-bakuhoe @kittifer @redflannel

#bakugou x reader #demon king bakugou #monstermonth2020 #bakugou katsuki #DragMeToHell

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alexhogh7137 · 4 years ago

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Y/n's Vision and The Lakebed

Word Count 3.6k

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of death, angst, fluff at the end

When Ivar awakes, he finds you sitting by the edge of the bed with your feet dangling off the bed. Little did he know that you just had the worst dream that you have ever experienced.

Ivar "Sweetheart what is it?"

"Oh, I am sorry..did I wake you?" When you turn to face him, your eyes are so swollen from sobbing that they are almost swollen shut and your face is drenched with your tears. Ivar is so shocked by the look of you that he calls for Hvitserk immediately. You try to hush him and say that it was not necessary but he knew that whatever you just went through in your dream, that you needed the both of them to get through it.

"Ivar seriously, it was just a horrible dream."

Ivar "I have never seen you this shaken before Y/n, let me help you."

"I don't know if I-" before you could continue your sentence, Hvitserk flings the door open.

Hvitserk "What is it?!" He has his dagger in his hand, ready to attack anyone who was in the room if he needed too.

Ivar "No one is in here Hvitserk.." when he tries to comprehend why he was called in the room, he looks at you and knows instantly.

Hvitserk "Y/n?"

"Hey Hvitty.." you force a laugh as you wipe a tear that fell from your right eye. He puts his dagger back in his hip pocket and ran to your side of the bed.

Hvitserk "What happened?"

"Just a horrible dream."

Ivar "You have had bad dreams in the past, my love. This is different."

"I know Ivar, I am just trying to forget about it that's all.."

Hvitserk "You don't have to tell us until you are ready okay? I won't force you."

Ivar "The sooner you get it out of your head and off of your chest, the better you will feel princess."

Hvitserk snickers, "I must say, my brother is right. I can tell whatever happened, made you scared..but you are here okay? Ivar is here and I am here. We will get through that nightmare together. You aren't alone."

You choke up once again, "Yeah, not anymore." You let your emotions take a hold of you and Hvitserk just pulls you into his chest and holds you as you ride it out. Ivar watches you whimper with immense concern. What could have happened in that dream of yours that has you so broken? All you can think about, all you can see is your nightmare replaying over and over in your mind. It felt so real and so vivid that it felt more real than life. That is why you cannot take control of yourself as of right now. You know that it will pass but right now, you just need to be held.

After what feels like forever, you lift yourself up from Hvitserk's lap and look at Ivar in the eyes.

"I saw you. I saw all of you."

Ivar "You saw us what?"

"Massacred." They look at each other for a moment and you can see their breathing increase. "I-it was dark and everything was on fire. I don't know how it started or why everything was on fire but it was. I ran and ran until I found White Hair. I asked him where you were but he would not answer me so I took off running again. That's when I found your bodies. You three were together like it was meant for me to see. I fell to my knees and wept for what felt like years until I felt a blade pierce through my ribcage."

Hvitserk "Gods-"

"When I looked behind me I saw my father. He got down and sat down in front of me..just watched me fight to breathe with a smile on his face." Hvitserk's jaw is clenched and Ivar looks like he is going to blow up if you said another word. "Then he got i-in my face and pierced his dagger into my chest over and over again! I-I tried to stop him but I was too weak to fight him off."

Ivar "Y/n.."

"Then he spoke.."

Hvitserk "What did he say?"

"I told you, dumb girl...you can never defeat me." When you said those words, Ivar got out of bed. "Ivar, stay."

Ivar "I will not. That was not a dream Y/n..that was a vision sent to you by the Gods. I will not stay in bed when that monster in the cage is ravaging a plan to kill us all."

Hvitserk "What do you want me to do Ivar?"

Ivar "Stay here with Y/n. Don't let her out of your sight until I say too."

"Ivar you are scaring me-" he crawls his way over to you and kisses every inch of your face before looking at you intensely.

Ivar "Everything is fine my love. I promise that I would not do anything that would put myself or my men in danger. But I will not allow that man to even think about doing anything to my family." He kisses your head, then uses his crutch to lift himself up and walk out the door. Hvitserk breathes out deeply, like he took a breath so large that it took up all of the air in the room.

"Do you believe him?"

Hvitserk "On which part?" He chuckles.

"Any of it. About it being a vision-"

Hvitserk "Yes, I think that as well. It was too vivid to only be a nightmare. Dreams..you can tell that it is a dream."

"Right."

Hvitserk "But you couldn't tell what was real and what was not..making it a vision." You slowly nod and place your head in your hands, "But we will all take care of your father before that vision becomes our realities."

"Yeah, okay yes.."

Hvitserk "I'm not going to let anything happen to you or the baby, do you understand me? You two are my life..I'm not letting anyone or anything take you away from me."

"I can't lose you either Hvitserk..I can't lose any of you. When I came here, I gained more than just a kingdom, I gained a family, friendship, a marriage...and I am with our child. So please don't do anything that could get yourself killed. I don't know what I'd do if-" he leans down and kisses you to stop you from talking.

Hvitserk pulls back, "I won't, I swear to you that I won't. But I will keep you and my child safe. I swore that on my armring the day I found out that you were pregnant."

"I know that, I know." He kisses you again and then lifts you off the bed and places you down in front of the mirror.

Hvitserk "Now, I am going to help you get dressed and then how about we go riding, hmm?"

"Riding..?"

Hvitserk "Mhm."

"Where would we go?"

Hvitserk "Does it matter?"

"..No. No it doesn't." He kisses your cheek and then walks over to your dresser and pulls out a few of your dresses for you to pick. You would have no reason to live if it wasn't for Ivar and Hvitserk. They are your world and you are theirs.

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When Ivar opens up Ubbe and Torvi's chamber doors, Ubbe awakes instantly. Alerting Torvi so badly that she jolts so badly that the whole bed shakes.

Ubbe "Ivar?"

Ivar "Y/n had a vision..he dies today."

Ubbe "What kind of vision."

Ivar "We all die, including Y/n and most of our village."

Torvi "And you are certain that he is the cause of this?"

Ivar "Torvi.." he takes a step into the room and slams his crutch on the floor sternly, "my wife has been crying so hysterically that her eyes are almost swollen shut. When I woke up, she was hunched over on the side of our bed, trembling like she was having a seizure-"

Ubbe "Oh my gods-"

Ivar "She could barely tell us the whole vision because it was too hard for her to speak about. She described in detail, the feeling of the dagger in her chest-the dagger that her father pierced into her ribcage over and over again!"

Ubbe "Ivar.."

Ivar "He bent down to her as she took her last breath and said 'you can never defeat me.' So yes Torvi, I am certain that he is the cause of our demise. So I will tell you both again, he dies today." Ubbe gets out of bed and walks over to put his hand on his brother's shoulder.

Ubbe "He will, we will make sure of it. I am with you brother."

Ivar takes a deep breath as a sigh of relief, "Good..uh good thank you." Ubbe nods and then gets dressed for what is going to be a long and eventful day. Torvi stays put and makes sure that her children are safe. Once Ubbe is suited up, him and Ivar leave the room and out they went.

Not only do they have to make sure that your father see's his end day, but he has to get Rollo out of his kingdom. Ubbe opens up the door and finds Rollo talking to none other than Ivar's personal guard: White Hair.

Ivar "Oh what could you two possibly be talking about huh?"

White Hair "We weren't talking, Rollo was talking towards me, my king."

Ivar "Is that right?"

White Hair "Yes, my king."

Ubbe "Shouldn't you be leaving Rollo?"

Rollo "Ah yes of course. I just wanted to say goodbye to my nephews and the queen of course."

Ivar "I will say her goodbyes for her...goodbye!" He shouts and waves his hand in his uncle's face to annoy him. Rollo bursts out laughing like it didn't faze him. "Leave Rollo. You are no longer needed here in Kattegat."

Rollo "Are you trying to get rid of your old uncle?"

Ubbe "It's not obvious?"

Rollo snickers, "Alright. Farewell boys. Oh before I go, don't think that you won't be hearing from me about getting paid for my aid in battle, dear Ivar." He whispered in Ivar's ear but loud enough for Ubbe to hear. Ivar just pushes his way through his uncle and heads towards the cell doors that holds your father. Ubbe walks up to White Hair and gets into his face.

Ubbe "Were you plotting against my brother, hmm?"

White Hair "No, of course not. He was trying to get me to side with him..but I just listened."

Ubbe "If you ever try to harm my brother or his wife, I will see to it that you wikl die before you even get the chance. You may be bigger than me, but I am smarter."

White Hair snickers, "Yes..yes my prince."

Ubbe "Good. Now follow me to the cell."

…

When he opens up the doors, White Hair is close behind. To much of Ivar's relief, the old man is still inside: cuffed, chained and gagged. There is a puddle of blood below him and his wounds are starting to form crystals from the cold.

Ivar "Wake up, old man!" He jolts up and immediately winces out in pain from being chained all night and his wounds that stung as he moved. Ivar grabs the man by his hair and pulls his head back so that he looks into Ivar's eyes. "I said, WAKE UP!" his eyes open wide and fully as he looks deeply into Ivar's blue eyes.

Ubbe "Thinking about anything lately?"

The man chuckles and chokes on his blood but does not answer Ubbe so Ivar rips the gag out of his mouth and forces him to answer his brother.

"My mind is always thinking."

Ivar "Mm, maybe I should put your mind to rest. How does that sound?"

"Do you really think you can kill me, Ivar the Boneless?" Ivar is taken aback by that statement. He has never been asked that question before.

Ivar "I won't just kill you you see, I will crucify you." He hissed. He knows that your father is a Christian and he would love for his God to see his precious child die.

He chuckles, "I have heard that one before.."

Ubbe "That might be true but we will make certain that you join your precious god by nightfall." The old man does not respond, he only fights to breathe.

Ivar "Yeah, you feel the pain? The sharp pain from your wounds, how every time you breathe in and out..it burns like hot coals? Can you feel this freezing air burn yo-"

"Enough!" He shouted and then he whimpered. All Ivar had to do was look at Ubbe and Ubbe gave the old man a fresh wound for shouting at the king.

Ivar "hush, hushh-" before Ivar could continue, the door opened and in comes his wife.

Ivar does not know what to say nor do because he was not expecting to see you come through that door. White Hair looks at Ivar for a command but he was never given one. Soon after your entrance, comes Hvitserk with an ax in his hand in case your father attempted anything.

Ubbe "Y/n-"

"Hello brother." He was going to object to you being in this cell but he soon turned soft when he heard you call him your brother. You walk up to him for him to kiss your cheek to which he does. Then, you walk up to your beloved and kiss him right in front of your father.

Ivar "My sweet, you shouldn't be in here."

"Oh I won't be long, my love. Hvitserk and I are about to go for a walk."

Ivar "Is that so?" Hvitserk nods, "very good."

"Y/n-" he attempted to speak but you do not allow it."

"No, I am here to talk. You will only listen, nod if you understand." He huffs but eventually nods. "You are here because you do not deserve to be king of Wessex..you never did. You are a malicious and ruthless king..and an even worse father. I will not allow you to continue. My husband and I will not allow you to ruin, kill or plan to kill anyone else. I will put an end to you and that is a promise that I will keep. I will not shed a single tear when I see you take your last breath..nor will I weep or mourn you. Because you never mourned my mother." Hvitserk holds in his tear that is trying to slip off of his eye by clearing his throat and puffing his chest. "I hope you know that with everything you've done to me, everything you put me through, I am a stronger and kind queen. I am loved by my people, by my husband's people..unlike you. When I met Ivar you see, I almost didn't believe that a man could be different than you, but he proved me wrong. My husband is loving and caring..honest and loyal. He keeps me safe and makes sure that I am happy and my daughter is cared for even though she is still growing-" Ivar smiles, "My point is, my husband treats me the way mother should have been treated by you. I hope that you let my words sink into your pathetic brain before you join your god."

"Y/n.."

Hvitserk "Time to go princess.." you nod and kiss Ivar before leaving the cell and closing the door behind you. Ivar is lost for words. He can't put into words how proud he is of you and how lucky he feels to be your husband and king.

Ubbe clears his throat, "You never deserved to call yourself the father of that incredible woman." The man whimpers and cries but Ivar does not believe it for a second. He doesn't feel anything but hate and rage for him.

Ivar "Let my wife's words sink in. I'll leave you..but not for long. Oh-" he stops by the doorway, "if I were you, I would start praying." He evily laughed as he shut the door behind him and Ubbe.

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When you got into that cell, flashbacks of when you were thrown in there when you first arrived here in Kattegat came rushing back. How scared you were and how tiny your dragons were at that time. Then you realized how much time has passed, how much has changed and how happy you are here in Kattegat. So when you saw your father, you let your hatred take control and it felt so good to speak what has been on your mind for years and years and years.

Hvitserk "I don't know what to say.. that was-"

"You don't have to say how proud you are..I know. Gods that felt so good!" Hvitserk laughs hard and you laugh with him. "Oh gods I feel like I can fly away with how light I feel now!"

Hvitserk "How poetic!"

"Shut up-" you playfully push him, which makes him laugh harder. "Let's go riding."

Hvitserk "I have a place I want to take you kitten."

"Oh is this going to be our little place too, like Ivar and I have?"

Hvitserk "Maybe..if you would like it to be."

"Let's go." He helps you up on the horse, then gets in front and begins to ride into the treeline.

…

The thought of having a nice, peaceful place to go with Hvitserk brings so much joy and love into your heart. The fact that quite possibly, you and Hvitserk can bring your daughter to this place is just wonderful.

Hvitserk "Well would you look at that.."

"Hmm?"

Hvitserk "Look behind us." When you do, you see all three dragons flying in the sky, towards you and Hvitserk. You giggle and rest your head on his back. "I can't take you anywhere, can I?" He laughs.

"You love them."

Hvitserk "I do. I have since they were babies!"

"Gosh, I miss how tiny they were."

Hvitserk "Mm they were very tiny weren't they?"

"Hey. I still see them that small most of the time, just not when I ride them." He chuckles. "Maybe we can gift our daughter with a dragon."

Hvitserk "You think so?"

"I think that we could think about it. Sadly a day will come when my dragons won't be here anymore..I would like for our daughter to experience what we got to experience."

Hvitserk "That would be lovely. We will find her one kitten. But until we do, your three will suffice, hmm?"

"Yeah." You look above you and find your three babies flying high and strong with such beauty and grace it makes your heart flutter. It makes you such a proud woman to be able to say that those beautiful creatures are your own and will be for hopefully many years to come.

When there is a clearing in the trees, Hvitserk stops the horse and dismounts. For a second, you are confused and do not get off the horse. That is until Hvitserk offers you his hand for you to take. You can hear your dragons land but you do not see where they did.

Hvitserk "We are here."

"And where is 'here'?"

Hvitserk smiles, "Don't you trust me?"

"Always."

Hvitserk helps you off the horse so that you land safely, "Then follow me kitten." You walk a few feet through the tree clearing and when you do, your breath gets taken away with subtle beauty. There is a lake with the same color blue as Ivar's eyes, with mountains and a trail just ahead.

"I-wow.."

Hvitserk "Yeah..do you like it?"

"I-I'm speechless Hvitserk! This lake is gorgeous."

Hvitserk "I've been coming here for a little over a year now. When I met you, I knew that I wanted to take you here because I know that you love the water."

"You are the sweetest, I love you."

Hvitserk "I love you too princess, c'mere..let's sit." There is a tree that has fallen down near you so he gestures to sit down on it. When you do, there is a comfortable silence between the both of you. The only noise you hear is the sound of the water and your dragon's on the mountain tops.

"We have to bring her here."

Hvitserk "We will. She will love it."

"Mmm." You rest your head on his shoulder and forget about all of your responsibilities and thoughts that include anything back home and just sit with Hvitserk. In peace and tranquility. You could stay here forever you thought. And you just know that this lake can be a place where your daughter can spend time with her love one day. Just like you and Ivar have your place and now this new lakebed, your daughter will have the same privilege and that is a wonderful blessing.

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Ivar has gathered his people around the village of Kattegat to figure out exactly how your father should be killed. It is only right as a king to ask his people such things like an execution. You taught him that. You taught Ivar how to be respected by his people rather than be feared by his people, which he was until he met you. Ubbe and Torvi stand by his side and awaits for yours and Hvitserk's return. When you arrive, everyone is happy to see your return.

"My queen." They bowed as you walked by. When Ivar has your hand in his own, he is willing to speak.

Ivar "My people, the time has come to discuss the matters of Y/n's father. We would both like to hear how you all think he should meet his maker!" You hear your people shout words such as crucifixion, death by fire and death by dragon's but nothing up close and personal.

Ubbe "Should we take a vote?" Ivar takes his people's votes and the majority of the people voted for death by dragon.

"I personally would love to do the honors." The people shouted and cheered. They are excited to see you finally get the justice that you so rightfully deserve. They do not know of your childhood but they know of your torture and abuse by both him and king Harald. And that is enough for them to say the least.

Ivar "My love..go get them."

"With pleasure."

To Be Continued

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i-run-with-a-wolfpack · 5 years ago

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Twilight fanfiction/ Embry Call x OC/ mature rating/will be a short one but more than 1 part

Can't Help But Wait 1 - The Start of It All

"Hey."

Startled, I dropped the handful of books in my hand and gasped. "You scared me," I laughed as he walked around me, crouched down and began picking them up.

"Sorry."

I held my hand to my chest and watched as he stood slowly, giving me a small smile and handing me the dropped books. His fingers brushed mine and I felt it. There was an unmistakable attraction between me and him.

Embry Call.

I nervously smiled and returned to my task. He watched me for a moment before retreating to his favorite corner to read. My stomach was buzzing at the thought of him in such a close proximity. Until I remembered he wasn't available. Still I found my way to his corner, pretending to dust the shelves and hoping he'd talk to me again.

For the last several months, Embry had come to the bookstore everyday. He didn't say much, but the way he looked at me. Wow. No one had ever looked at me as intensely as he had that day. I felt so drawn to him.

Embry was quiet and thoughtful, spending his lunch hour, sitting near a window and reading. He was like my dream man. If only he didn't have a girlfriend. I hadn't seen him in days. I was a little embarrassed to admit that I had missed his daily presence, especially since we had barely talked.

I knew he was 20 and employed full time working with Paul and Jared doing construction. He usually came in dirty or shirtless or both. I often had to remind him to get his shirt back on since it violated the store policy of no shirt, no shoes, no service.

What a stupid rule.

Paul and Jared were a little older, both married to girls from the rez. I had a cousin who lived there and since it was such a small community, she knew all the gossip. That was also how I found out that Embry had a girlfriend.

"Hungry?"

I stood near him, offering him half of my sandwich. I tried not to sigh when he smiled up at me. "You shouldn't have." Embry hesitated for a moment before reaching for the food, our fingers touching for the briefest of moments.

I was about to walk away when I heard his melodic voice utter, "Will you join me?"

Internally, I did a happy dance before I remembered the girlfriend. Damn. "I don't know…" I shrugged as I turned to face him.

He patted the arm chair across from his. "Please?"

How can I say no to that?

"You're really funny," Embry commented later after I had told him a story about one of our more eccentric customers. This was one of the longest conversations I had ever had with Embry and I was loving every second of it.

As we sat and talked about everything from work to books to the weather, I couldn't help but think, this guy is so perfect for me. I loved the way his intense, dark eyes held my gaze. I noticed the way his attention would drift from my eyes to my mouth and back again. It almost seemed like he wanted to kiss me. Almost.

I jumped when someone tapped on the window and my head jerked toward the sound of voices outside on the sidewalk. Embry groaned when Paul tapped his wrist and gave him a stern look. The other guys with Paul were eyeing me up and down. One of them was even making kissy faces, obviously trying to embarrass poor Embry.

I burst out laughing when one of them, Jared, I think, was pressing his back against the glass with his hands around his neck, making it look like he was being kissed by someone. "Your friends are really mature," I scoffed.

Embry stood and sighed. "I use the term 'friends' loosely."

I laughed in response, but my smile faded when he held his hand out to me. I locked eyes with him as my hand slid into his. He pulled gently, but I still ended up in his arms. "I'm so sorry," I sputtered nervously.

Embry laughed as he put a little distance between us. "Sometimes I forget how strong I am."

I blinked quickly up at him, suddenly aware of his sinewy arms and how they expertly held me. His touch was feather light as his arms encircled my waist. He smelled amazing. It was a combination of the outdoors, fresh cut pine, and a manly cologne smell. It wasn't overpowering, just enough to catch my attention and make me wish I could sniff his skin.

Oh wow. I really have a problem.

I stepped out of his hold, shrinking away from him as I suddenly felt very guilty. "You have a girlfriend, don't you?" I blurted suddenly.

Embry looked at me as though I had slapped him. He shook his head and made his way to the cash register. When he plopped down the book he always read, I glanced up in confusion. "You want to buy this?"

"It's a bookstore, isn't it?" he snipped at me.

I sighed and nodded, angry with myself for whatever I did to upset him. I rang up the book and watched as he threw down a twenty. I handed Embry his change, cupping his hand with both of mine. "I didn't mean to make you mad. Someone told me you were involved so…"

"You think I'm a cheater, Nicolle? That's the type of guy I seem like to you?" he huffed impatiently as the front door was yanked open by his friends.

I opened my mouth to retort, but he was gone before I could speak. I looked down at the book in my hands and immediately darted to the front door to catch him. "You forgot your book!" I called down the street.

He hopped into the bed of Paul's work truck and as it sped by, he yelled, "It's for you!"

I looked down at the book and then back at him as the truck careened around the corner and out of sight. I slunk back into the store, just staring at the book I had seen Embry reading on his lunch hour for months now.

Waiting - A Book of Romantic Poetry

I never realized this was what he had been reading. And why did he buy it for me?

As the rest of my shift passed slowly by, I opened my precious gift to read the first page. Instead I found that someone had written a note inside.

N -

I know you can't understand what you feel for me. I barely understand it myself. For months, I've sat in this store just to be near you. I can't explain to you why. I know you would never understand. But I need to be near you.

Please know that I can't help but wait until the day I can share my secrets with you and we can finally be together. It's all I dream about.

Love, E

I swallowed thickly as I reread the note a few more times. Why? What is he waiting for? Why couldn't he just ask me out? And why did he get so upset when I mentioned his girlfriend? I was so confused.

With my mind on Embry and his cryptic note, I finished my closing procedures and was beginning to lose hope that I would ever see him again. He was so angry when he stormed out that I just prayed I'd get the chance to straighten things out with him. His note had me more intrigued than ever.

With my back to the front door, I heard it open and cringed, knowing I should have locked it first thing. "I'm sorry, we're closed!" I called out as I swung around to see who had entered the store after closing.

My breath caught in my throat when I found a pair of bloodshot eyes staring back at me. "We're closed," I repeated, silently hoping this boy was just here by accident.

He glanced around quickly, his movements jerky and nervous. "You alone?" he croaked.

I swallowed thickly and shook my head. "My boss," I lied, "is in the back room."

He glanced in that direction and I noticed his disheveled appearance, dirty hair, and the unmistakable sign of needle marks on his arm. A junkie. He could barely focus on one thing before his head and gaze would bounce around. "You're lying," he spat. "You've been the only one here all day."

"You've been watching me?" I squeaked.

He smiled with his yellow crooked teeth and I shuddered because he didn't look scared anymore. He wanted something. I just prayed it wasn't me. Before I could ask, he produced a long hunting knife from his back pocket and pointed it at me. "I need money," he demanded.

I swallowed thickly and nodded. I knew I was in danger. Forks didn't have a huge problem with drug use but having worked downtown, I'd seen enough panhandlers to know it was an issue. He was obviously desperate for his next fix. He scratched at his skin with one hand and waved the knife around with the other. "Did you fucking hear me?" he spat. "The money! I know you have it!"

I began to move around the counter to retrieve the bank bag from under the counter when the boy advanced on me. "Where are you going?"

"It's behind the counter," I replied shakily. "Just let me go get it."

When I moved again, he reached for my arm and squeezed hard. "Don't try anything. You hear me?"

I nodded again, my eyes never leaving the enormous, jagged edge being brandished my way. He let go but followed me as I rounded the corner and dug the bag out of the drawer we kept it in. "Here," I choked out as I shoved it in his direction. I prayed he would just take it and leave me alone.

He smiled devilishly as he unzipped the bag and sifted through it. When he returned his gaze to me, I froze. I took a careful step back when he moved toward me. Now my back was pressed to the side counter and I had nowhere else to go. When he raised that sharp knife and pressed it to the center of my chest, I resisted the urge to scream.

"You're really pretty," he sneered.

I could feel the nausea beginning to take over. I just wanted him to leave. "You got your money...can't you just go?" I argued in a voice that betrayed how scared I really was.

He leaned forward, his face only inches from mine. "I'll go when I'm ready," he challenged me angrily.

When he lowered his gaze to the front of my shirt and began dragging the knife up to tear my clothing, I squeezed my eyes shut. "Look at me," he urged in a growly voice that made my skin crawl.

I couldn't stand to see that look in his eye. I didn't want that to be the last thing I ever laid eyes on. "Please don't," I begged when I felt the pull of the knife against my shirt, occasionally hitting my skin.

I could feel my shirt falling open and the unmistakable feeling of blood dripping from the cuts. "Look at me!" he demanded again.

I whimpered in response to his harsh tone. When I leaned away from him he grabbed the back of my head and hissed in my ear, "We're gonna have some fun now."

"Hey."

My eyes snapped open to find we weren't alone. I stared back at the beautiful eyes I had seen in my dreams the past few months. My stomach clenched in fear when I realized he could be in danger too. Before I could tell Embry to go, my captor swung around and swiped at Embry, causing me to shriek out in fear.

Embry jumped back quickly but not before the tip of the knife cut across his stomach and tore his t-shirt open. The Iittle bastard chuckled at the sight of Embry's spilt blood. Consumed with anger, I shoved the boy from behind, gasping when he turned the knife back to me.

Embry seized the opportunity to put him in a headlock and grab the wrist that held the knife. "Look out!" I cautioned as they struggled and the knife swiped the air. Embry tightened his hold and I watched as the intruder gasped for air until his eyes went dark.

When he landed in a heap on the floor, my hero rushed forward and gathered me up in his arms. His eyes quickly scanned me, zeroing in on the cut on my chest. He scooped me into his arms and climbed over the trash on the floor. "It's gonna be okay," he murmured into my hair over and over.

I threw my arms around his neck and sucked in a deep breath. He tightened his hold on me and when I opened my eyes, I found the robber was coming back for more. The door swung open and I heard a voice call out, "Embry! What's the hold up?"

Embry fell to his knees with me in his arms and that's when I saw the jagged blade had sunk deep between his shoulder blades. The junkie pulled it right back out and chuckled maniacally. "Now what, hero?" he taunted.

I cupped Embry's face in my hand and felt the tears welling up in my eyes. I looked up to see Paul kneeling in front of us. "Take her," Embry growled. "Get her outta here."

I whined in protest when Paul pulled me from Embry's grasp and swiftly carried me to the front door. I turned my head to see Embry lunge at the monster, tackling him to the ground. Paul yanked his truck door open and carefully set me on the passenger seat. His eyes widened when he saw the cut on my chest. He pulled a rag from his back pocket and held it to the wound as I watched him.

"Please go help him," I begged. "Embry needs your help."

Paul glanced back through the front window and chuckled. "He's fine. Embry doesn't look like it, but he's quite the scrapper," Paul joked.

I furrowed my brow and gathered the front of Paul's t-shirt in my fist. "This isn't the time for jokes! What if he kills Embry?" I cried.

Paul looked hard at me and scoffed. He gestured to the cut on my chest and shook his head. When he leaned in close to me, I locked eyes on him and listened to his words. "That guy hurt you, Nicolle. He'll be lucky if he walks out of that store alive."

I shifted my gaze to the store to find Embry straddling the junkie and pounding his face over and over. "You're right. Please stop him," I gasped. "I don't want Embry to go to jail over this!"

Paul glanced between me and Embry, finally sprinting back into the store and yanking his friend off the drug addict currently looking unconscious on the floor.

The next few minutes went by in a haze. I heard the sirens from an ambulance and police car. Officers dashed past me and stormed into the store as Paul pulled Embry away. A gurney was dragged through the doorway and I watched the beaten boy on the floor begin to receive medical treatment.

He wasn't dead and I was relieved. He had scared me and hurt me but I couldn't bear the thought of Embry going to jail for it.

I could see the gurney being pushed out and his battered body strapped down. His eyes were fluttering open so I assumed he was still conscious. He even gave me a sickly smile and I turned my nose up in disgust.

The next thing I noticed was Paul's voice as the officers led him out of the store and straight up to me. He was arguing with the police and suddenly I realized why. He was in handcuffs, just like Embry. "Stop!" I shouted. "You arrested the wrong guys!"

I explained to the officers that if it weren't for Embry, I didn't know what could have happened. But all they wanted to focus on was the fact that Embry had beaten the young junkie to a pulp. "He stole the deposit!" I declared. "He put the bag in the back of his pants."

An officer jogged over to the ambulance and checked the 'victim' to find I was right. He produced the bag and checked the contents. "Please let these guys go. I swear they saved me from him. He could've killed me with that knife he had."

After they saw my knife wound and Embry's cut open shirt, as well as discovering the large weapon behind the counter, they seemed to finally come to the conclusion that these Quileute boys were my heroes and agreed to let them go. The officers insisted on driving us to the hospital to be checked out since we obviously weren't riding with the criminal. I was happy to see that they had at least handcuffed the junkie to the gurney before speeding off.

Embry and I settled into the backseat together and after a few moments, he scooted close to me and pulled me to his chest. I tried not to cry as he crushed me in his arms and kissed the top of my head. "I'm so sorry, Nicolle. I should've been there sooner. I'm sorry you got hurt," he whispered into my hair.

"I'm fine," I sniffled. "It's just a scratch, I swear."

Embry cupped my chin and tilted my head up. "He didn't...you know...touch you, did he?"

I blinked back my unshed tears and forced a smile up to his weary face. "He didn't get the chance. You got there just in time and...you...saved me."

He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded, pulling me back to his chest and cradling me in his arms. "I almost lost you," he breathed.

I slid my hands around his waist, smoothing my fingers under his shirt when I realized I couldn't feel the gash on his stomach. I peeled back his shirt, that was torn and bloody, only to find no cut, no mark, no stab wound.

"Embry?" I gazed up at him with questions in my eyes. "I don't understand." I felt around on his back where I knew for certain that the knife had been plunged in and there was nothing.

"I saw you get stabbed," I gasped.

Embry's jaw tensed and he shook his head. "I'm fine," he insisted. When I furrowed my brow in confusion, he scoffed. "Just drop it, Nicolle."

His anger was back. Just like earlier in the store when I mentioned his girlfriend, it flipped a switch in him and he shut down.

He had secrets, that much was obvious. As the scenery whizzed by and we finally pulled up to the hospital, I felt Embry's hand slip into mine. He leaned in close and pressed his mouth to my ear. "I'll tell you everything, I promise. Just trust me, honey."

I turned my head slightly and gazed up into his dark, mysterious eyes. I wanted to know everything. I needed answers to all my questions. But most of all I needed to know why my whole body lit up when he touched me. Or why I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him since the day he first set foot in the bookstore.

I didn't believe in love at first sight, but there was always something pulling us together like magnets and I needed to know more.

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A Heart that do not Waver, A Soul that do not change

Ch.I

Something that was teared in half still continues to wander its path. The mask reveals what's behind it and the kind gesture fruits in journey to the south.

"Hmmm..." a man purrs in wonder, emptying his pipe into the ash in irori. Flames cover the insides of the room in fiery glow, casting wild shadows. "So you really want to learn this style?" His big, bulging eyes fixate on the girl again. Her face has this serious expression that is making her look like person who is much older than she is in fact, but looks younger than their age. Such a strange thought he's having.

"Yes. I made up my mind," she says, undisturbed, calm and determination in her voice and gleam in her eyes that have nothing to do with said glow.

"I would not recommend it, you know," he says clearly with care in his voice.

"With all my respect toward you, master, but that doesn't matter. My decision is final," the blonde bowed slightly when she spoke. The old man let out a heavy sigh, but small smile appeared on his lips. She always was persistent one.

"I think you should think about it more. It's kind of... difficult one. It may turn out to be inconvenient in your case. And most importantly, why this one though?"

"Many reasons," she stated shortly. Silence fell upon the two.

"Is it because of her?" The man asked, breaking it.

Girl reached for the long object wrapped neatly in white fabric and placed it across her lap. She didn't say anything more.

It is because of her.

The girl runned through the forest. Chirping of the bugs, humming of the leaves and rustle of the groundcover under her light steps mixed all together, occasionally interrupted by the thud of her jumping on the ground or silent cracks when she stepped on a stick. She visibly wasn't in hurry, but nor she looked like having lot of time. Her pace slowed into a jog and she crouched down burying her fingers into damp moss to catch firmer balance. Her eyes peered down intensively, yet somehow with calm, examinating something in the green carpet. Soft rustle came from the near bushes behind her back and the head of blonde locks snaps upward, eyes staring into the dark depths of forest with new intensity. Hare bursts out from between tge leaves and runs desperately in whatever direction, causing the same bushes to rustle again. But the girl seems undisturbed by it, dark brown orbs focused on something deep between trees. Her brows furrow slightly, and then her eyes suddenly are wide open in surprise.

"Huh?" She blinks owlishly and solidifies, unmoving like under the spell. She staring in same direction for a while before jumping into run.

Girl slid the shoji and spilled the water from wooden basin onto the stone steps, when she noticed someone on the engawa. She placed a hand over her forehead to cover the eyes from bright sunlight and recognized the figure. The girl hesitated for a moment, observing the person before balancing the basin on her hip and approaching them slowly. She was trying to choose the right words on her way, but she couldn't, so she just stood there in silence looking down at the back of the other kid. She took a deep breath and spoke finally.

"Isn't it boring for you?" She asked, and then looked at the sky where their eyes were focused.

"No, they always change, it can't be boring," a kid replied cheerfuly, but didn't paid much attention to the girl at first. She squeezed her lips, eyebrows knitted when she looked, unsure, to the side.

"Everything is all right?" The kid asked suddenly, looking the girl in the face with warm smile. She nodded and looked at the sky.

"Hai. I guess it can't be boring," she mumbled. The kid returned their gaze to the sky and began to hum, drawing shapes in the air with a finger. Girl turned her steps back inside, leaving the basin next to the door and marched the corridor until she spotted a woman with basket full of clean sheets in her hands, talking with the younger one. She stopped in her tracks, fiddling with the sleeve of her uniform, battle inside her head. The younger woman spotted the worried kid and the talk was cut as the other turned to face her. She smiled and approached the girl.

She leaned to look her in the face, "What is it? Is it about her?"

The girl blinks and then darts her gaze away, pressing her lips together again.

It is about her.

Her hand reaches for the mask on the back of her head and pulls it on her face in one quick move, while the other hand wanders to her hip and lands on the sheath just below the guard.

She runs leaning forward, jumping over fallen trees and bouncing of rocks or stubs. She lopes, every step ripping the moss and grass from the ground and throwing it into the air.

Kumo no kokyu. She repeats calmly in her thoughts focusing on the sensation of air filling her lungs to the very depths of it. Bouncing off the tree she jump onto the thick branch, landing in crouch. One thrust is in the guard with thumb is what it take to make the blade click off its sheath.

It's for her.

She pushes off of the branch with all the strength in her legs and it quakes under the the impact.

But I should rather say...

Her hands catch the blade spinning in the air before she begins to fall, knees brought to her chest and hands high above her head.

...It's for us both.

Shi no kata... It's appearing in her head unwittingly, when she's gritting her teeth.

Because, we were like one.

...Ukiyo no Taoreru!

Blade flashes in moonlight when it's swung down. She lands on the ground crouching when the sliced off arm swirls in the air spraying the blood around before it falls onto the ground with heavy thud, and falls apart into ash.

So I am carrying that on...

Demon growls deeply, peering over its shoulder on her when she stands up and turns her body to face it, flicking the blood from the blade bathed in blue glow. She looks to the side where her eyes lands on the young man, reduced to quivering mess with tears flowing down his cheeks. His hand bleeds badly, even despite the fact that he pressures the wound with all his might.

She throws her look back at the monster, gesturing the man to run. And he doesn't hesitate for a second.

"A hunter?" Demon humms eyeing her from head to toe when his arm regrows. She just stands, unmoving and analysing the enemy.

"You'll regret that you got up so early. I'm going to break every of your bones before eating you alive, boy!"

It yells leaping straight in her direction.

...with that given word to do not change.

Burgundy haired boy yawns as he marches down the road between two rice fields.

"A-aah, I hope we'll make it in time, Nezuko. The sun will rise soon," Tanjiro mumbles sleepily. He was wrenched away from the bed by the cries of his crow annoucing next mission. But something suddenly stops him in his track. His eyes widen as he sucks air into his nostrils.

A smell of blood.

Tanjirou is tenses up in alarm when he sees someone running in his direction. The smell of fear is strong enough for him to recognize even despite the distance between him and a stranger. He rushes toward them and when the face of young male comes into view he can see him cry.

"Is everything alright? What happened?" Tanjiro shouts to him before the man falls to the ground desperately grabbing his Haori. He's covered with his own blood.

"The woods! Don't go in there! The demon!"

"The demon?!" Burgundy haired boy gasps.

"Yes! A man eating demon! A boy appeared and I run away, he's going to get eaten! Please don't go there, you'll get killed too!" He cries. Tanjirou gently grabs hands of a young man in his own.

"Calm down, everything is going to be alright now, run to your house and get someone to treat your wound. I can't help you now. I need to take care of that thing before this boy will get eaten, okay?" He explains calmly and the terrified man nods, seeming eased a little bit.

"But you'll die!" He states, but Tanjiro just smiles.

"Don't worry about me, I can handle it," he replies letting go off his hands. "Go, and don't look back or slow down until you are safe in your house," he says looking up at the woods where the man emerged with his brow slightly knitted. He has to hurry.

The smell of blood leads him to the place. He can see the demon figure towering over someone fallen to the ground, and the monster is ready to attack. Tanjirou is gritting his teeth after a deep breath. Mizu no kokyu, ni no kata, he thinks with his sword unsheathed and jumps in the direction of demon.

Shimatta, I won't make it. Think, Think!

"Hey!" The boy shouts and demons head instantaneously turns toward him. He lifts his sword, but all he sees is a flash in the moonlight and a splash of blood from the neck of the monster. The masked boy is standing like in swallow pose, a sword with blood on it in one of his hand. He does a flip landing gracefully on his feet when the head bounces off the moss and rolls on the ground.

Tanjirou is so shocked that he can't move for two seconds. And it's enough to make it too late for him to stop before he'll be able to not hit the tree. He must act quick, so he rolls on the ground and it's the last thing he can remember.

Tanjirou squeezes his eyelids in sudden pain concurrent with his comeback to consciousness. He hears a rustle and when he tries to open his eyes the first thing that comes into view is complete blur. He blinks few times and sees a kitsune mask really close to his face.

"Uwaaah!" A sound escapes his mouth at an unexpected view startling the stranger and causing them to jump slightly. They're out of balance and fall back, sitting on his stomach. Tanjiro coughs at the sensation of their weight on his guts and they must've understood what caused it because they quickly jump back moving off of him.

He crawls back, leaning on his elbows and looking at the silhouette sitting between his legs with the linked knees.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't meant to scare you," a soft voice is weakish by the mask, but the sound of it surprise the boy. The mask is removed from the face of a stranger and his eyes widen.

"I just thought you were dead," the owner of the sweet voice stated with a small smile and Tanjirou somehow couldn't bring himself to look away from the beautiful face of young girl with clever and vigilant eyes in the colour of rich soil.

Partly from surprise, that behind the mask is the girl not a boy like he thought, and partly caught by her eye-pleasing appereance he stares at the blonde bathed in bright sun rays blankly before speaking.

"A... are you a demon slayer?" He asks before the silence was about to get any more awkward. It was a stupid question, according to the fact he saw her decapitate a demon and she is wearing an uniform, but it allows him to get back to his senses.

"Hai. You are too, aren't you?" She says when he is standing up. Tanjirou offers her a hand to help, and she accepts it.

"Arigato," she mumbles and gives him a soft smile before brushing away the the blades of grass and dust from her clothes. He peeks at her chest to confirm that he isn't mistaken, and the person before him is not a boy as he thought and as the man he encountered assumed. He notices the bulge under the uniform just in the moment she looks up at him.

"Kamado Tanjirou!" He bursts out, trying to not let the pink hue stain his cheeks. "My name is Kamado Tanjirou."

She smiles weakly again.

"Furuse Ikoiyo. Nice to meet you Tanjirou-san," she bowed slightly, so he did the same. Silence falls upon them again and Tanjirou feels the need to break it.

"Anoo... it may be a stupid question but did you was assigned to this mission, Ikoiyo-san?"

"Iie. Why are you asking, Tanjirou-san?"

"Because I was assigned to kill the demon roaming these woods. But you made it before I could, I guess."

"I'm sorry for my interruption then," she states plainly

"Iie, it's nothing, I mean, I... I should thank you," he laughed nervously scratching the back of his head. But suddenly something came to his mind, shadowing it like dark thunder clouds covering the sky and sun.

"The box," he mumbled, "I had the box with me. Furuse-san, did you...?!"

But he doesn't have the chance to finish, as the girl hands it to him. Feeling the weight of Nezuko inside he felt the clutch of dread leaving his heart. He sighs with relief while girl is putting on her haori. Tanjirou appreciates the traditional cloud and wave patterns on it in silence. It was pretty.

"Hee? Why did you covered it?" He asks innocently, clearly a bit puzzled.

"I thought it was precious to you. It seems expensive and made with special purpose," she explains adjusting the sleeves. He only prays that she won't ask what was that purpose.

"How are you feeling? You hit your head pretty hard when you tried to save me," Ikoiyo asks, causing him to feel relieved that she decided to not continue the topic.

"Ah, I'm fine. My head is really hard. Thank you for asking," he chuckles. "How long I was unconscious?"

"A little more than hour and half," she replies, "the dawn already came a while ago. You was breathing so I decided to wait till you wake up, but I started to worry if you're still alive. Your breath was getting so silent. Again, I'm sorry for scaring you."

"It's nothing, really. Thank you for taking care of me."

"I'm happy to help," she gave him a sweet, kind smile bowing her head gently. An idea popped into Tanjirou's mind.

"Ikoiyo-san! Are you hungry?" He grabbed her hand into his own, sparkles in his burgundy eyes as he stared into her brown ones.

"Huh?"

"Let me treat you to breakfast for doing my job with that demon and watching over me when I was asleep! Onegaishimasu!"

~☁~

"So you was on your way back? Tanjirou asked, munching on the chashu from his ramen and looking at Ikoiyo. The street was wide awake with chatter and the sounds of stiring pan filled the small booth they were in.

She slurps on the noodles, nodding.

"Mhm," she swallows, "but I decided to take a longer way and check the woods."

"That's strange but incredible. If you wasn't there that man could die. But what made you check it? You knew there could be a demon?"

"Gut feeling," she states shortly, shurging.

"I don't know if it's correct to ask, but how long have you been in Slaying Corps?"

"It's okay. Hmm..." she looks at the ceiling in wonder, "three months, I think."

"Huh? But I haven't seen you on final selection this year."

"Ah, it's a stupid and embarrassing story," she looked to the side, slightly embarrassed but Tanjirou can still see her face and that she's smiling. "I got a serious blood loss from a flesh wound and I got on the place first and passed right away. So I've been send off to treatment immediately. It's not something to be proud of, I know, but I won't mind if you laugh."

"I'm not going to laugh, Ikoiyo-san. You did well surviving and you should be proud. Many kids did not make it," sad, ruthful smile was adorning Tanjirous face when he looked in his bowl, "But I cannot say it's not kinda funny story. You finished first, but couldn't hold on to the beginning of ceremony. Fate is sometimes so wanton, right?" He smiles brightly looking up at the girl. She chuckles at his words.

"It sure is," she sighs calmly, leaning over the table and supporting her head with a hand. Her palm is placed on her cheek, and Tanjirou catches himself thinking that she look cute.

"I'm happy I met you, given that I had no chance back at the selection. It's nice to met another slayer, especially same rank as mine!" He stated happily.

"I also haven't encountered any Tsuchinoe yet and here - the first I met is so nice," she smiled, but Tanjirous face goes gloomy and awkward at the same time.

"Tsuchinoe? Your rank is...?" He asks weakly.

"Hmm? And yours?" She asks looking a bit of puzzled.

"I'm... I'm a Mizunoto... still... I think. The best case scenario Mizunoe," he mumbles weakly dropping his head.

"Ah, don't worry! Don't be sad over it. I'm just overworking," she starts straightening up and waving her hands. Blonde is looking at him with wide eyes, worried slightly. "Tanjirou-san."

Boy lifts his head to look at her after she called his name.

"I have no doubts you're doing great so don't over think it, i don't want to make you sad after you bought me a breakfast," she gives him close-eyed smile and then turns her gaze to the side, lightly embarrassed. He couldn't help but smile too.

"You're right," he sighed, "I'll use this as my motivation to grow stronger!" He lifts his clencged fists in the air out of the motivation, with the broad smile and sparkles in his eyes.

"So, Tanjirou-san, what are you planning on now?" Ikoiyo asks, changing the topic quickly.

"Hee?" Her question brings him back to reality from his planning about getting stronger. Tanjirou looks at her, clearly puzzled and she blinks owlishly at the boy.

"Caw caw! South! South!" The cry filled the air when black bird was circling in the air next to the booth they were in. They turned around in their seats looking at the row on the street.

"Kamado Tanjirou and Furuse Ikoiyo! Caw! Your next mission is South! Head south! Caw!" It continued the announcement as the bystanders looked at it, uneasy about talking bird.

A woman squeaks when the other bird flies right above her head and past the curtain of the both. It lands on the Ikoiyo shoulder and she looks at the boy

"Well looks like I got an answer."

Word count: 3161

Here we go with Chapter One. I hope the POV jumping and lenght wasn't something tiresome or confusing, but caught your attention. And I hope you enjoyed our baby boy appereance. Let me know what you think!

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