#like some of my friends have rushed to get close to me and cling to me and now theres no mystery. nothing to learn

[oldsoul007]

7 summers

joel miller x reader

summary: After seven years apart, you see Joel Miller again, and what once felt like a fleeting teenage fling comes rushing back, forcing you to confront the love you never truly let go.

a/n: suggestive scenes, kissing, angstyish, fluff

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The summer I was eighteen, I fell in love with Joel Miller.

Not that I ever admitted it—not to him, not to myself, and certainly not to Tommy. Joel was Tommy’s older brother, and Tommy was my best friend. He was the one person in my life who knew everything about me, who’d always been there when I needed him. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin that. So, when Joel and I started sneaking off together that summer, I convinced myself it was just a fling, a secret I could lock away and never think about again.

But it wasn’t.

That summer was everything. Stolen kisses by the lake, his rough hands trailing down my arms, the way his voice turned soft when he called me “darlin’.” He wasn’t just my first love; he was my whole world, even if I couldn’t say it out loud. I wanted to. God, I wanted to tell him. But every time I opened my mouth, the fear of what would happen—the fallout with Tommy—kept the words stuck in my throat.

By the end of the summer, I was gone. Off to work, off to whatever life waited for me outside of our small Texas town. I swore to myself I’d move on, forget him, and never let myself feel that way again.

But some loves don’t fade.

Seven summers later, I was doing just fine—at least, that’s what I told myself. Then I ran into Tommy at a bar. Same grin, same easy laugh. For a second, it felt like we were kids again, back when everything was simple.

“y/n l/n,” he said, pulling me into a hug. “Where the hell have you been hiding?”

We talked for hours, catching up, reminiscing about all the trouble we used to get into. By the end of the night, he’d convinced me to come over for dinner. “It’s been too damn long,” he said. “You gotta come by. I’ll cook, just like old times.”

I didn’t think twice about it. I should have.

When I walked into Tommy’s house two nights later, I saw him. Joel.

He was leaning against the kitchen counter, a beer in his hand, looking exactly like I remembered—but somehow more. Broader, older, rougher around the edges in a way that made my stomach twist. The second he saw me, he froze, his eyes locking onto mine.

“Y/n,” he said, my name soft on his lips.

“Joel,” I whispered, my heart hammering in my chest.

Tommy, oblivious as ever, waltzed into the room and clapped a hand on Joel’s shoulder. “You two know each other, right? Y/n used to hang out all the time when we were kids.”

Joel glanced at me, waiting, and I knew he was asking me to hold the line. To keep the secret we’d buried all those years ago. Somehow, I found my voice. “Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “We’ve met.”

seven summers ago

The room was dark, the only light coming from the soft glow of the moon streaming through the thin curtains. It painted faint shadows across the walls, moving slightly with the breeze that didn’t quite reach us. The night was warm and heavy, the air clinging to my skin, and the constant chirp of crickets outside filled the silence. I lay flat on my back, my head sinking into the flat pillow of the old, creaky bed in my family’s lakehouse.

Joel was beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. His shoulder brushed against mine every time one of us moved, a gentle reminder of how little space there was between us. We hadn’t spoken for what felt like hours, but the silence wasn’t uncomfortable. It was heavy. Dense with the weight of things neither of us wanted to say.

I turned my head slightly, just enough to look at him. The moonlight caught the angles of his face, his jawline sharp and his dark eyes fixed on the ceiling like he was trying to untangle some thought that wouldn’t let him go. I swallowed the lump in my throat and fidgeted with the frayed edge of the blanket resting around our waists, trying to quiet the thoughts spinning in my head.

“What do you think you’ll be doing in ten years?” I asked, my voice soft. It felt like the kind of question that belonged in a moment like this, one that could break the silence without shattering it.

Joel’s brow furrowed slightly, like I’d caught him off guard. He turned his head to look at me, the corner of his mouth tugging up in that small, shy smile he did so well. “I don’t know,” he said, his voice low and easy. “Probably still workin’ construction, maybe startin’ my own business if I’m lucky.”

I smiled at the thought of it—of Joel running his own business. It felt so… right. “You’d be good at that,” I said, meaning it. “You’re good with your hands.”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head like he didn’t believe me, but his gaze lingered. “What about you?” he asked, his voice quiet but steady. “What’s y/n gonna be doing in ten years?”

I bit my lip, my smile faltering as I stared at the ceiling. “I don’t know,” I said after a pause. “Just something far away from here.”

I felt Joel shift beside me, his voice hesitant when he repeated my words. “Far away?”

“Yeah,” I said, keeping my eyes on the ceiling. “I just… I’ve always felt like there’s something out there, you know? Something bigger. I don’t want to stay stuck in one place forever.”

There was a long pause, and I could feel his gaze on me even though I didn’t look at him. Then, slowly, I felt his hand brush against mine. My breath caught as his fingers tentatively laced with mine, his palm warm and a little rough.

“You won’t be stuck,” he said softly, his voice sure but carrying something else—something deeper.

I turned my head to look at him, our hands still tangled between us. “How do you know?” I whispered, my voice unsteady.

His eyes didn’t waver as they held mine, dark and steady. “’Cause you’re different, y/n. You’ve got somethin’—a spark or somethin’. You’re meant for more than this little town.”

His words hit me in a way I wasn’t prepared for, filling me with equal parts hope and fear. I wanted to believe him—to believe that I was different, that I was meant for something more. But the thought of leaving, of leaving him, made my chest ache.

“What if I don’t want to leave everything behind?” I asked, my voice so soft I wasn’t sure he’d hear it.

Joel’s expression softened, his thumb brushing lightly over the back of my hand. “Then don’t,” he said simply. “But don’t let anyone hold you back, either. Not me, not Tommy… no one.”

His words settled over me, heavy and full of meaning. He was giving me permission, I realized—not that I needed it, but it still felt like he was handing me something. Something I wasn’t sure I could take.

I turned my gaze back to the ceiling, my throat tight and my heart pounding. There were a thousand things I wanted to say to him, things I couldn’t untangle from the knot of feelings twisting inside me. I didn’t want to leave him. He was the one thing that made staying feel worth it.

But I didn’t say any of that.

Instead, I squeezed his hand, letting the silence take over again. It stretched between us, thick with everything we weren’t saying, everything we might never say.

Joel didn’t pull away, and neither did I. We just lay there, our hands still tangled together, the weight of the moment pressing down on us as the warm summer night carried on.

The smell of grilled steak and warm buttered rolls filled Tommy’s kitchen, a scent so familiar it made my chest ache. It was the kind of meal I’d had a hundred times at the Miller house, back when summer nights were spent on their back porch, laughing over cold beers and fireflies.

I hadn’t expected to feel so at home here after all these years. But I also hadn’t expected Joel to be sitting across the table from me, looking at me like I was some kind of ghost from his past.

It had been seven summers since I last saw him—since I left. Seven years of growing up, of moving on, or at least trying to. But sitting here now, it felt like no time had passed at all.

“So,” Tommy said, leaning back in his chair as he nursed a beer. “Y/n, what the hell have you been up to? Feels like forever since we’ve seen you.”

I smiled, shrugging slightly. “Oh, you know. Work, life. Moved around a little, but I’m back now.”

Joel, who had been quiet most of the night, finally spoke up. His voice was lower, rougher than I remembered, like time had left its mark on him. “Didn’t think you’d ever come back.”

His words weren’t harsh, but there was something underneath them—something I couldn’t quite place.

“Neither did I,” I admitted, meeting his gaze. “Guess life doesn’t always go the way you think it will.”

Joel scoffed, shaking his head as he cut into his steak. “Ain’t that the truth.”

Tommy grinned, oblivious to the tension thickening between us. “Well, now that you’re back, maybe we can finally convince you to stick around for good this time.”

I gave a small laugh, but before I could answer, Joel spoke again. “Surprised you ain’t married yet.”

I blinked, caught off guard. His tone wasn’t teasing—if anything, he sounded genuinely curious.

“Yeah,” Tommy chimed in, smirking. “I figured some poor guy would’ve snatched you up by now.”

I rolled my eyes at Tommy’s comment, but it was Joel’s reaction I was focused on. His fork was still in his hand, his knuckles just a little too tight around it, his eyes steady on me like he was waiting for an answer.

“Guess I just haven’t found the right guy,” I said finally, keeping my voice light.

Joel’s jaw tightened slightly. He looked like he wanted to say something, but instead, he just nodded, his gaze flickering away as he took a slow sip of his beer.

I felt my stomach twist. There were a hundred things I wanted to ask him, a hundred things I wanted to say, but none of them felt safe—not here, not with Tommy sitting between us, completely unaware of the unspoken history filling the room.

“So what about you?” I asked, tilting my head. “Married yet?”

Joel let out a breath of a laugh, shaking his head. “Nope”

I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t.

And just like that, the conversation moved on, Tommy rambling about something from work, and I forced myself to laugh along, to pretend like my heart wasn’t pounding, like Joel’s words—and the look in his eyes—hadn’t completely thrown me off balance.

But I could feel it.

That pull. That thing between us that had never really gone away.

And by the way Joel kept sneaking glances at me across the table, I knew he felt it too.

Dinner stretched on, filled with Tommy’s easy conversation and the occasional laugh, but I barely heard any of it. My mind was stuck on Joel—on the way he kept glancing at me, on the weight behind his words, on the tension that hummed between us like a live wire.

It felt like the past was pressing in on us, slipping through the cracks of time as if the last seven years had been nothing more than a breath between moments.

When the plates were cleared and Tommy started rambling about a game he wanted to watch, Joel stood, grabbing a beer from the fridge. He hesitated for a second, then looked over at me.

“Come out back with me?” His voice was casual, but his eyes told a different story.

I shouldn’t have gone. I should’ve made an excuse, said my goodbyes, and walked out that door before I let myself slip any further into something I wasn’t sure I could handle.

But I nodded anyway.

I followed him through the screen door onto the back porch, the night air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and warm summer air. The old wooden planks creaked under our weight as we stepped out, the sound familiar in a way that made my chest ache.

Joel leaned against the railing, taking a slow sip of his beer as he looked out at the yard. I stood beside him, hands gripping the edge of the wood, waiting for him to speak.

After a long pause, he exhaled and said, “Didn’t think I’d ever see you sittin’ at our dinner table again.”

His voice was softer now, quieter—just for me.

I swallowed, staring down at my hands. “Didn’t think I would be, either.”

He was quiet again, then he asked, “Why’d you come back?”

I let out a slow breath, watching the way the fireflies blinked lazily across the yard. “Needed a reset,” I admitted. “Life didn’t exactly turn out how I thought it would.”

Joel hummed, like he understood that better than he wanted to admit. “You runnin’ from somethin’?”

I hesitated before answering, because maybe, deep down, I was. But not in the way he thought.

“Not running,” I said carefully. “Just… trying to figure things out.”

Joel nodded like he got it, his fingers tapping absently against the neck of his beer bottle. He looked over at me then, his eyes dark under the dim glow of the porch light. “Seven years, y/n. That’s a long fucking time.”

I met his gaze, my throat tightening. “Yeah,” I whispered. “It is.”

Another pause stretched between us, thick and heavy. Then, so softly I almost didn’t hear it, Joel said, “I missed you.”

The words knocked the breath right out of me.

I turned to fully face him, my heart hammering in my chest. “Joel…”

He shook his head, setting his beer down on the railing before rubbing a hand over his jaw. “You don’t gotta say anything. Just—” He exhaled sharply, like he was fighting some internal battle. “Hell… It’s just… weird, you know? Havin’ you here again.”

I nodded, because it was weird. It was terrifying. It was everything I hadn’t let myself feel in years rushing back all at once.

“I missed you too,” I admitted, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Joel’s eyes flickered with something—something deep and unreadable. His fingers curled around the railing, his knuckles flexing like he was holding something back.

I should’ve walked away then. I should’ve let the moment pass before it became something bigger, something neither of us could take back.

But I didn’t.

Because the truth was, I didn’t want to.

And judging by the way Joel was looking at me, like he was seconds away from breaking, neither did he.

The night stretched thick between us, heavy with words we weren’t saying, with memories pressing in like ghosts we couldn’t shake. Joel was still gripping the railing, his fingers tightening and loosening like he was trying to talk himself out of something.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to.

“Feels like a lifetime ago,” he finally murmured, eyes still locked on me. “You and me. Sneakin’ around, swearin’ we weren’t—” He huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “—feelin’ things we both knew damn well we were.”

His words hit deep, settling somewhere behind my ribs. Because that was the truth, wasn’t it? We had never admitted what we were, never spoken those words out loud, and yet, we both had known.

I swallowed, forcing my voice to stay steady. “We were just kids.”

Joel turned toward me then, slow and deliberate. “That what you tell yourself?”

I didn’t answer, because we both knew the truth. We hadn’t been just kids. Maybe we were young, maybe we didn’t know how to say it back then, but it had been real. As real as anything I’d ever felt.

Joel took a step closer, not enough to touch me, but enough that I could feel the warmth of him, could smell the mix of beer and cedarwood that clung to his skin.

“You happy?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more careful.

The question caught me off guard, not because it was unexpected, but because I wasn’t sure how to answer it.

I looked up at him, at the way the years had settled into him—lines at the corners of his eyes, a little more weight in his stance, a quiet kind of tiredness in his gaze. But underneath it all, he was still Joel. Still the boy who once laid beside me on a summer night, our fingers laced together, talking about the future like it was something we had all the time in the world to figure out.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “Are you?”

Joel exhaled, his jaw clenching just slightly before he shook his head. “No”

The word settled between us, bare and unguarded.

For a moment, neither of us spoke. The sounds of the night filled the silence—distant laughter from inside, the low hum of crickets, the creak of the porch as Joel shifted closer.

Then, softly, like he wasn’t sure he had the right to ask, he said, “You ever think about it?”

I knew exactly what he meant.

I wet my lips, my heart pounding so loud I was sure he could hear it. “Think about what?”

Joel’s gaze dipped down to my mouth for half a second before coming back up. His voice was lower now, rougher.

“Us.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah.”

Joel took another step, and this time, he was close enough that I could feel the heat of him, could see the way his breathing had slowed like he was holding something back.

“I think about it all the damn time,” he admitted. “What it would’ve been like if you stayed. If I—” He stopped himself, his hand flexing at his side before he finally met my gaze again. “If I hadn’t let you leave without sayin’ somethin’ real.”

I felt my breath hitch.

seven summers ago

The morning air was crisp for late August, the kind of cool that hinted at the coming fall. The sun hadn’t quite broken through the haze yet, and the lake behind Tommy’s house was still and gray, like it was holding its breath. My car was packed, the trunk stuffed to the brim with clothes, books, and the small reminders of home I couldn’t bear to leave behind.

Tommy leaned against the side of my car, his arms crossed and his usual cocky grin nowhere to be found. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen him look this serious. His dark hair was a mess, like he hadn’t bothered to brush it, and his shirt was wrinkled from where he’d probably pulled it off the floor.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, his voice low and unusually hesitant.

“Yeah,” I said, though my voice wavered. “I think so.”

He shook his head, a small smile breaking through. “You’ve been talking about leaving since we were ten. If anyone’s ready, it’s you.”

I tried to smile back, but my chest ached too much to manage it. “Doesn’t make it any easier,” I admitted.

Tommy’s grin softened, and he stepped forward, pulling me into a hug that was tighter than I expected. He smelled like summer—grass, lake water, and a hint of the cheap cologne he always overused.

“Don’t forget about us little people when you’re out there changing the world, alright?” he said, his voice muffled against my hair.

I laughed, but it came out watery. “I could never forget you, Tommy. You wouldn’t let me.”

“Damn right,” he said, pulling back. His eyes were suspiciously shiny, but he blinked fast and didn’t let it show. “Call me, okay? I don’t care if it’s the middle of the night. I wanna hear about everything—college parties, classes, annoying roommates, all of it.”

“Promise,” I said, my voice thick.

He stepped back, giving me a mock salute before wandering toward the house. And that’s when I saw Joel.

He was standing on the porch, leaning against one of the wooden beams like he’d been there the whole time. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t moving, just watching me with an expression I couldn’t read. His dark eyes locked on mine, and for a second, it felt like the whole world had gone still.

I hesitated, my chest tightening as I took a shaky breath and forced myself to walk toward him. The porch creaked under my weight, and when I stopped in front of him, he straightened, his hands shoved into the pockets of his worn jeans.

“Didn’t think you’d come say goodbye,” I said softly, my voice catching in my throat.

Joel’s jaw tightened, and he glanced away, staring out at the lake like it held the answer to whatever he was struggling with. “’Course I’d come,” he said after a long moment, his voice low and rough. “Wouldn’t let you leave without it.”

I swallowed hard, my hands curling into fists at my sides to keep from reaching for him. “I’ll miss you,” I said, the words barely above a whisper.

His gaze snapped back to mine, and for a second, I thought he might say something—something I’d been waiting to hear for what felt like forever. His mouth opened, but then he closed it, his shoulders stiffening as if he’d talked himself out of it.

“Don’t let anyone hold you back,” he said instead, his voice steady but distant. “Not me, not Tommy… no one.”

The words hit me like a punch to the chest. They were the same ones he’d said to me that night at the lake house, the same ones that had stayed with me long after the summer ended.

I wanted to scream at him, to shake him, to tell him that he wasn’t holding me back—he was the only thing making it hard to leave. But I couldn’t. The words stuck in my throat, too tangled up in everything I felt for him to come out right.

Instead, I nodded, blinking hard against the tears threatening to spill. “Take care of Tommy for me,” I said, my voice trembling.

Joel’s lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Always.”

There was a beat of silence, the kind that stretched so long it felt unbearable. Then, before I could second-guess myself, I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around him.

For a moment, he didn’t move, and I thought he might pull away. But then his arms came around me, strong and steady, holding me tighter than I’d expected. I buried my face in his chest, breathing him in—sawdust, sweat, and the faint trace of cologne he only wore when he had to.

I wanted to stay there forever, to let the rest of the world disappear, but I couldn’t. I pulled back, my hands lingering on his arms for just a moment before I let them fall to my sides.

“Goodbye, Joel,” I said, my voice barely steady.

He didn’t say anything, just nodded, his dark eyes heavy with something I couldn’t name.

I turned and walked to my car, my chest aching with every step. As I slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine, I glanced in the rearview mirror. Joel was still standing on the porch, his hands shoved in his pockets, watching me drive away.

I didn’t look back again. If I had, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to leave.

“You think it would’ve changed anything?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper.

Joel’s throat bobbed. “I don’t know. Maybe.” He ran a hand over his face, letting out a breath like he was fighting with himself. “But I do know one thing.”

“What?”

He lifted his hand, hesitant at first, then finally brushed his fingers along my arm, his touch featherlight but enough to send a shiver up my spine.

“I ain’t ever felt nothin’ like I felt with you,” he murmured. “Not before. Not after.”

I sucked in a shaky breath, my body swaying toward his before I could stop it.

“Joel…”

He shook his head, his hand trailing down my arm until his fingers barely skimmed mine. “Tell me you don’t feel it,” he said, voice rough and strained. “Tell me you don’t feel like we lost somethin’ we weren’t supposed to.”

I wanted to lie. Wanted to say that I had moved on, that whatever we had back then was just young and reckless, something that wasn't meant to last.

But I couldn't.

Because I did feel it.

I felt it in the way my chest ached just looking at him, in the way his touch still sent a shiver down my spine, in the way every moment we spent apart felt like time wasted.

I swallowed hard, my fingers curling slightly under his. "I can't tell you that," | whispered.

Joel's breath caught, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around mine, like he was holding onto something he wasn't ready to let go of.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The air between us was thick, humming with something too strong to ignore, too real to pretend wasn't there.

The air between Joel and I crackled with so much unspoken tension, it was almost unbearable. My heart pounded against my chest, every nerve alight with the pull between us, but neither of us moved. We were so close, I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips, his hands lingering on my waist as if he were just waiting for me to make the next move. And I almost did.

But before I could, the sound of the screen door creaked behind us.

“Hey, you guys coming back in?” Tommy called out from the doorway, his voice loud and clueless as ever. “I got that game on, and I’m not drinking alone out here.”

I froze, every muscle in my body locking up, and for a split second, it felt like the world had just stopped. Joel pulled back, almost imperceptibly, his hands still resting on my waist but no longer holding me so tightly. We both turned toward the door, where Tommy was standing with a grin, completely unaware of what had almost happened.

Joel cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly as he took a half step back. “Yeah, we’ll be right in,” he called back to Tommy, his voice rough, like he was trying to hide the tension that had just exploded between us.

Tommy, oblivious to everything that had just passed between us, gave a lazy wave and turned back inside. “Don’t take too long, man! You know I need company for the game.”

I watched him disappear into the house, the door swinging shut behind him with a soft thud. A long, silent moment passed between Joel and me, and I could almost hear the words that neither of us was willing to say. But we both knew it—what had just happened. What had almost happened. It hung between us like a heavy fog, and yet, neither of us moved to bridge the gap.

Joel was the first to break the silence, his voice low and rough. “Guess that’s our cue.”

I nodded, my throat tight as I tried to process everything. The heat between us hadn’t gone away, not even with Tommy’s interruption. If anything, it only made it stronger. But now, standing here with Joel so close, with everything hanging in the air, I wasn’t sure where to go from here.

“Yeah,” I managed to say, my voice shaky. “Guess it is.”

Joel let out a breath, running a hand through his hair, the familiar gesture that always made him look like the same guy from years ago. He didn’t seem as certain as he had just moments before. There was hesitation now, uncertainty.

He gave a short nod, turning toward the door. “Come on. Let’s not keep Tommy waiting.”

I followed him back inside, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down on me. The door swung shut behind us, and we both slipped back into the routine of being around Tommy, pretending like nothing had changed.

But it had.

I could feel it in the way Joel’s eyes lingered on me when he thought I wasn’t looking, in the way my chest tightened every time he spoke, like I was trying to hold myself together while something deeper, something real, threatened to spill out.

I wasn’t sure how we were going to handle this. How we were supposed to go back to the way things were. But for now, we were both content to pretend. Pretend that everything was fine, that Tommy hadn’t just unknowingly interrupted something that could change everything.

I stepped out onto the porch, the cool night air brushing against my skin, but my body still felt warm from the tension that lingered between us. I hadn’t expected things to go the way they had tonight—especially not after so much time had passed. But there was no denying it. The pull I felt toward Joel had never truly gone away.

“Let me give you a ride home,” Joel said, breaking the silence as he stepped up beside me. His voice was low, a little gravelly, and there was something in his eyes—something that made my heart race.

I hesitated for a moment, looking back toward the door, knowing I should just leave and get some space to clear my head. But the desire to be close to him again, even just for a little longer, was stronger than any of the reasons I told myself I should go.

“Yeah,” I said, finally giving in, “okay.”

We walked to his truck, the soft crunch of gravel underfoot the only sound between us. The night felt different now, charged with something neither of us wanted to acknowledge—at least, not yet. When we got to the truck, Joel opened the door for me, his eyes never leaving mine as I climbed in. The truck door shut with a soft thud, and I settled in, trying to steady my breathing.

The drive was quiet, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. But the air between us was thick with everything unsaid—the years apart, the memories we couldn’t forget.

When we finally pulled up to my place, I felt a lump form in my throat. I didn’t want to say goodbye—not yet, not like this. But what else was there to say?

Joel’s truck rumbled to a stop outside my house, but neither of us moved immediately. The air felt thicker now, heavier, charged with all the things we hadn’t said. My heart was racing in my chest, the silence between us louder than any words could’ve been.

“Thanks for the ride,” I said quietly, trying to force some kind of normalcy into the situation. But my voice trembled, betraying everything I was trying to hide.

Joel didn’t answer at first, just stared at me for a moment. His brow furrowed, his jaw tense, like he was struggling to keep control. Without another word, he climbed out of the truck and walked around to my side, his movements slow but purposeful.

I froze for a second, wondering what he was doing. But when he reached the passenger door, he opened it, his eyes meeting mine with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. “Let me walk you to your door,” he said softly, as though it was a question, though neither of us needed permission.

I nodded, my throat tight, and stepped out of the truck, trying to steady myself as I moved toward him. His presence was magnetic, pulling me in as we walked together, side by side, toward the porch.

The night was quiet around us, but everything felt loud—our footsteps echoing, the rush of my pulse in my ears, the space between us that felt far too small for both of us to be standing in. My mind raced, but my body seemed to know exactly what it wanted, gravitating toward him with every step.

When we reached the front door, Joel stopped, turning to face me. There was something in his eyes, something raw and desperate, like he couldn’t stand to let go of this moment. The weight of the unspoken hung between us, and for a split second, I almost thought he would say something, but he didn’t. He reached out, his fingers brushing against mine, a quiet, gentle touch that sent a shock through my body.

“Y/n…” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His hand lifted to my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he took another step closer. My breath hitched in my throat as I looked up at him, barely able to hold his gaze.

The moment felt too fragile, and I couldn’t make myself say anything else. Slowly, I turned toward the door, my hand reaching for the handle. “Goodnight, Joel,” I said, my voice barely audible.

He didn’t speak as I opened the door, stepping back just enough to let me through. I kept my gaze focused ahead, not trusting myself to look back at him, afraid of what I might see, afraid of what I might feel.

The door clicked shut behind me as I walked into my house, the weight of the night settling around me. I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I'd told myself I wasn't going to give in, that I was going to walk away and let things be, but Joel's words, his touch, had made it impossible to ignore the truth l'd buried for so long.

I slipped out of my shoes and made my way into the living room, my heart still racing from everything that had happened. As I sank into the couch, the silence in the house felt suffocating. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was Joel-his face, his hands on me, his kiss.

I was trying to talk myself down, to convince myself that I could move on. That I should. But just as I was about to stand, I heard a knock on the door.

I froze. My heart skipped a beat.

I walked slowly to the door, trying to calm the rush of emotions flooding my chest. When I opened it, there he was— Joel. Standing in the dark, his posture tense, but his eyes searching mine like he had to say something, like he couldn't leave without it.

“I can’t walk away from you again,” he said, his voice shaking ever so slightly.

Before I could even respond, his hand reached out to gently tug me closer, and his lips crashed onto mine. The kiss was fierce, urgent, as if he was trying to make up for the years apart, as if he couldn't stand the space between us anymore. I gasped, my hands coming up to clutch at his shirt as I kissed him back, my body pressed against his, needing him as much as he needed me.

He pulled me fully into the doorway, his hands moving to my waist, guiding me backward into the house. The door closed behind us with a soft thud, but neither of us paid attention to it.

All that mattered was the way his lips moved against mine, the way his touch made me feel like I was finally coming home.

Joel's kiss deepened, his hands sliding up my back to tangle in my hair, pulling me closer until there wasn't an inch of space between us.

I felt the heat of his body, the way his muscles flexed as he held me, the way his breath caught when I tugged him.

When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless, my heart pounding in my chest. His forehead rested against mine, both of us struggling to catch our breath, to make sense of what had just happened.

My fingers curling into his shirt as I pulled him back to me, not wanting to let go, not wanting to fight this anymore. Neither of us was ready to say goodbye—not yet, not when the night was still young and the truth was finally out in the open.

The world outside disappeared, leaving only us in this moment, the only sound the rush of our breathing, the pounding of our hearts in sync.

He pulled away briefly, his forehead resting against mine, his breath shaky.

"I can't pretend anymore," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I never stopped wanting you, y/n. Not for a second."

My heart twisted in my chest, and I didn't care anymore about what we had to lose. "Neither did I," I whispered, before closing the space between us again, kissing him with everything I had left to give.

This time, there was no holding back. We were finally done running from the truth.

[kath-artic]

i wish i didnt get sick of people so quickly. there are very few people that REALLY hold my interest, but i have a lot of friends that i love dearly but see far too often and i feel bad because my boredom quickly turns to frustration and i don't know how to articulate that without being rude

[jobean12-blog]

Adventures in Babysitting

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You and Bucky are friends and it's clear you both want more but you fight it, scared of your feelings and ruining what you have together. But spending some quality time together can't be such a bad idea...right?

Author's Note: I just needed some fluffiness. So here we are. The little girl in this (niece) is probably around 6ish-7. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks Daisy! 🥰

Warnigns: soft and sweet fluff, some flirting, tension, teasing, lots of cute.

You order your second drink from the barista and weave through the small line to get back to your table. Most of the staff here know you by name and don’t mind that you spend a few hours of your weekend morning enjoying a drink (or three) and reading.

Settling back into the chair you grab your book and try to find where you left off. The door to the shop opens and cool breeze blows in. Taking your warm cup between your fingers you lift it to your lips, hoping the heat will seep into your bones, when you hear your name.

You blink up to see Bucky standing near the counter and a different kind of warmth rushes through your body. His hair is messy, and he’s dressed in a tee shirt and sweats, as if he’s just been out for a run. Even a little sweaty, he looks better than should be allowed.

He pulls out his wallet to pay and your eyes drop automatically to the way the damp tee shirt clings to his shoulders and dips in at his waist, down to where his hip bones…

The sound of the chair scraping along the floor makes you snap your head up to meet his eyes, blue and clearly amused to have caught you ogling him.

He sits across from you, stretching his arms out on the table, and takes his time doing his own, totally blatant, inspection.

You raise a brow.

“Little chilly for a run, isn’t it?” you say.

He shrugs and takes another sip of his drink.

“Let me guess though, as usual, you’re not cold at all.”

He aims a smile at you, ignoring your teasing remark.

“So,” you start, trying again, “what are you doing here?”

His eyes sparkle and he leans forward to push the book in your hands upward, positioning it so he can see the front cover.

“Lookin’ for you doll,” he says simply before reading the title.

“Enjoying your romance?” he asks after, his smile growing wider.

It’s your turn to shrug and you place your bookmark inside the book and close it.

Under the table he stretches his long legs out in front of him and brackets each of his feet against yours, the sides of your legs touching.

“Well?” he asks again.

“I just started it. The tension is building…you know a slow burn, but I think it has potential.”

He stares at you, relaying so much in his expression: just like us?

“Want to get some dinner later?”

“Actually, I have plans,” you tell him.

His expression falls just the tiniest amount.

“Plans?”

“My brother and Marie have a wedding to go to and I promised I’d watch Samantha.”

“Babysitting!” he states. “Now that sounds fun.”

You give him a look and start to gather your things.

“I need to do a few errands before I head over.”

You stand and hook your bag over your shoulder before pushing the chair in. He stands and reaches forward to untwist the strap.

“Ok.”

You stand there, the obvious question (and tension) hanging between you.

“Do you want to babysit with me?” you ask. “Even though I’m sure you’ll find it totally boring.”

“I’ve hung out with Sam’s kids a lot. They’re fun.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you watch the smooth line of his throat as he swallows.

“Soooo…you want to come?”

“Why not?”

“You might be bored out of your mind.”

His smile melts your insides.

“Maybe doll, but wouldn’t it be more fun if we’re bored together?”

“Are you sure?” you ask. “There will probably be tea parties, and dolls, and a makeover.”

He follows as you head toward the door and holds it open.

“Thanks,” you say.

He smiles. “I’m sure. It’s nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“Ok, great!”

“So, what time?” he asks.

“Five. And you have to bring pizza and let her do your hair if she asks.”

“You know…and I can’t believe I’m saying this, you’re a great babysitter.”

You wiggle your toes, feet propped up on the coffee table and still drying from the bright pink nail polish Samantha painted on.

Bucky grins at you from across the way where he’s sitting with Sam at a small table, in an even smaller chair, in the middle of what appears to be a very fancy tea party.

His usually soft, floppy hair is spiky now, tied up by bright hair ties in about ten tiny, crazy ponytails.

He leans toward Sam conspiratorially and shoves his thumb in your direction. “I told you she thinks I’m great.”

Sam slides some decorative barrettes into his mess of hair. “And you said cute.”

“You mean you said you’re cute,” you explain, eyeing Bucky. “I never said such a thing.”

“I never said you said it…” Bucky counters and politely thanks Sam when she gives him more tea. “But I know you’re thinking it. Especially right now.”

He throws you a little wink.

Sam smiles at Bucky then at you.

“I think he looks cute!” she says sweetly.

You stand and walk over to them, kissing the top of Sam’s head and without thinking, brushing a finger over a piece of Bucky’s hair that’s come loose.

“Well, you definitely get points for being a good sport.”

You expect him to shoot back with some snarky comment about “points” meaning a blow job or something, but instead he just says, “I’m havin’ fun doll.”

“Do you want more tea?” Sam asks you.

“No thanks baby. It’s getting late and I don’t want to drink anymore. It might keep us up.”

“Well,” she starts with some sass, “I’m not tired.”

She turns back to her dolls and then adds, “and I want to keep playing with Bucky. Don’t you think he’s nice?”

Bucky snickers and you lightly smack the back of his head but before you can answer Sam she continues with another addition to Bucky’s lovely attributes.

“And cute?”                                     

You kneel down beside her, smoothing your hands over her cheeks.

“He is nice,” you say.

“And?”

Her sweet voice once again has some sass.

“And cute,” you add with a roll of your eyes.

Bucky’s eyes light up in triumph and you can’t stop your smile.

“It’s late. Let’s get ready for bed.”

Her lip sticks out and her eyes grow wide.

“But I’m sure Bucky can come back and play again soon. And I’ll bet we can get him to read you a story before bed.”

That seems to placate her for the moment, and she says, “we’re going to watch Moana. He pinky promised.”

You turn to Bucky. “You pinky promised?”

He gives you a heart stopping smile.

“Guess we’re watching some Moana before bed,” you concede.

Sam agrees to pajamas and teeth brushing before the movie. The three of you settle onto the couch, Sam in Bucky’s lap and you, at her insistence, next to them. Right next to them. You’re all three crammed into one corner and she allows him to take out the hair ties and barrettes with little fuss if he promises to wear his Barbie necklace and never take it off. Ever.

Bucky agrees steadfastly and Sam beams up at him, resting her head on his chest and reaching for his hand.

He’s solid and warm at your side, and it takes a few minutes to get her settled, but soon she’s snuggled up and rather pleased with herself.

Her hand looks positively tiny in his and you keep blinking down to it, marveling at how much bigger he is than her and how absolutely soft and gentle he’s being.

You try desperately to pay attention to the movie. You love Moana. But it’s hard to follow along amid the internal crisis you’re having over his holding her hand and snuggling with her. It’s not sexy. Not sexy at all.

Some time later, Bucky’s voice breaks into your thoughts: “I think she’s out doll.”

You look over to meet his eyes, and in the low light flickering from the TV he’s all sharp jawline and lush lips. The ends of his dark lashes glow against the screen.

“Is she asleep?” he asks you.

You blink out of your stupor before you understand what he’s asking and lean forward to check. Sure enough, her eyes are closed, her breaths soft and even.

“Yep, out like a light. Nice work.”

“I do make a pretty good bed,” he smirks. “But I’m sure the two slices of pizza and cookies did most of the work.”

“No really, “you whisper. “This whole night…you’re amazing. You waltz in here with dinner and cookies and your dreamboat smile, all sweet and charming. You made this whole thing easy. Well done Barnes.”

“You think I’m charming?” he says, and grins.

The light from the TV accents the way his face softens then he smiles, and you have to look away.

“Is that all you took out of that whole thing” you ask.

“I also got sweet, dreamboat…easy.”

You laugh, rubbing a hand over your face. “Of course you did.”

Bucky chuckles softly and rearranges Sam on his lap.

“But really, this was fun. “Sam is a real cutie, and you know I love hangin’ out with you.”

You swallow and try to make sense of what you’re feeling, wanting to explain it to him.

A beat of silence passes between you, and he looks over at the TV. You know you’ve been quiet too long when he clears his throat and shifts next to you.

The air between you is crackling with charge and you’re finding it difficult to deal.

He leans in and tilts his head to look at you. You shift forward and he’s so close, close enough that you can feel each breath and count the tiny patches of gray hairs that line his cheek. His eyes drop to your mouth and back up and he’s asking if this is okay, giving you time to close the distance or pull away.

You want to kiss him.

It takes the smallest effort on your part before you feel him, the barest brush of his lips, the slight catch in his breath against your own. He smells like the six chocolate chip cookies he ate after dinner, and your mouth nearly waters, imagining how good he’ll taste.

Without thinking you close your eyes and part your lips and…

Sam makes a small sound in her sleep and says your name.

You and Bucky exhale like you’ve been holding your breath, before he sits back, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Am I an awful person that I would have given her a thousand bucks to sleep for ten more minutes?” he asks.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you laugh. “Only ten?”

He stares at you, watching you settle back against the couch. After a few minutes you feel his finger brush absently along your wrist.

You wonder if his fingers itch like yours whenever he’s around, or if he feels the same tug-of-war inside his chest.

Unable to control the nerves firing rapidly inside your brain you make your hand move, keeping your eyes straight ahead and focused on the TV while turning your palm over and twisting your fingers with his.

He tightens his grip.

Sam is softly breathing with her head resting against your shoulder and after only a few moments of hesitation, you feel Bucky do the same.

The weight of him next to you, so strong and warm, feels comfortable and safe, and soon your eyelids droop. You sink farther into the couch and Bucky, falling asleep to the sounds of The Rock singing, “you’re welcome.”

It can’t be too long after when the front door opens. You vaguely hear footsteps and blink several times before you can make out your brother standing in front of you, holding his phone in his outstretched arm.

“What are you…are you taking a picture?” you ask, voice groggy.

“Do you have any idea how cute you two are?” he asks, looking at this phone before turning the screen toward you.

“That’s super-creeptastic bro.”

You feel Bucky stir next to you and he sits up with a start.

“Relax Barnes,” you brother says. “I’m not gonna beat you up for catching you with the babysitter.”

You realize that you and Bucky are still holding hands, and you pull yours away, ignoring the way you can still feel his palm against your own.

“Really creepy,” you say, gently handing over Sam to your brother.

“How was she?” he asks, smoothing her hair.

“An angel, like always. But she might be marrying Bucky. So, there’s that.”

Your brother laughs. “She could do a lot worse,” he says, then motions that he’s going to put her to bed.

You say goodbye and Bucky walks you out to your car. You stand across from each other, pretending that you didn’t just barely kiss and that you weren’t holding hands. Regardless, things feel calm and safe.

It’s dark and you fumble for the door handle, opening the car to set your bag down inside. When you turn, Bucky takes your hand, looking down at the way it fits in his.

“I had a lot of fun doll. Thanks for letting me hang.”

“Are you kidding? This was the best. Thanks for coming.”

It looks like he’s about to ask you something but then thinks better of it and instead leans in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“Sure,” you answer.

On impulse, you cup his face and stretch to place the lightest kiss on his warm lips.

Stunned, he just stands there, watching as you step back and fight a smile.

His eyebrows slowly rise.

“Doll, you just kissed me.”

“Only a tiny kiss.” You smile up at him and notice the way his eyes flicker to your lips.

He doesn’t move away and instead takes a small step forward, pushing your back against your car door.

Your hand comes up from your side, moving along his chest and around to grab the back of his neck.

“Doll?”

You pull, stretching at the same time and bringing your mouth just a breath away from his.

“Are you…?”

“Just kiss me?” you whisper.

Your fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his neck and you trail kisses along his jaw, soft and hesitant.

His illusion of restraint shatters and he takes your face in both hands and with a groan, presses his lips against yours. He tilts your head, feeling the clench of your hands in his hair, and steps closer, sliding his hands down your back.

He tugs you as close as possible, lining all your softness up with the hard planes of his body.

When he pulls back he’s breathing heavily and he cradles your face in his hands, softly brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Can I…?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Do you want…?” you whisper at the same time.

He smiles and it’s so sincere, crinkling the corners of his eyes and making you swoon.

“Yeah. Yeah I do doll.”

He kisses you again, his lips lingering before he asks, “my place or yours?”

[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Threes a Formula

Word count: 4.3k

Summary: Y/n celebrates New years with the Wolffs but also faces the challenge of navigating the complexities of her growing relationship with the Wolff family, balancing her role as Jack's nanny with unexpected moments that blur the lines

Pairing: Toto Wolff x Susie Wolff x Nanny!reader

Masterlist

Warnings: fluff in the beginning. Later; 18+, cursing, age gap relationship, smut, Daddy kink, Mommy kink.

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

Also happy Birthday Toto

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Chapter 6: Between the Lines

Y/n wrapped her scarf tightly around her neck as she stepped out of the car, the crisp Austrian air nipping at her cheeks. Snow blanketed the landscape, turning the world into a picturesque winter wonderland. She had just returned from celebrating Christmas with her family in Germany and was now ready to welcome the New Year with the Wolff family at their chalet in the Alps.

Toto and Susie Wolff stood by the entrance, warmly bundled in their winter coats. Jack was the first to spot her, his face lighting up as he dashed towards her.

Toto and Susie approached with smiles. "Welcome, Y/n," Toto said, his deep voice filled with genuine warmth. He placed a hand on her shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze that lingered a moment longer than usual. Susie followed suit, wrapping her arm around Y/n’s waist in a friendly yet lingering manner.

"We've missed you. Ready for some skiing?" Susie asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Y/n smiled, her heart fluttering at their touch, though a pang of nerves crept in. She hadn’t mentioned that she had never skied before. "Absolutely," she replied, masking her anxiety.

“Y/n!” Jack’s excited voice echoed through the air as he rushed toward her.

“Jack!” Y/n dropped her bags, opening her arms wide to catch him in a warm hug. She lifted him slightly off the ground, spinning him around with a laugh. “I missed you so much, little man! Look how much you’ve grown!”

Jack giggled, clinging to her tightly. “I missed you too! Did you have a good Christmas?”

“I did, thank you! But I’ve been dying to hear all about yours. Tell me everything!” Y/n said, placing Jack back on the ground but keeping a hand on his shoulder as they walked inside.

As soon as they were inside and settled in the warm living room, Y/n perched on the edge of the couch, pulling Jack close. “Okay, spill the beans. What did the christkind bring you this year?”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Oh, so many cool things! I got a new LEGO set—it’s a racing car! And then the christkind brought me a remote-controlled car that goes super fast. Dad helped me set it up, and it’s amazing!”

“Wow, that sounds awesome!” Y/n replied, her face lighting up with genuine enthusiasm. “You’ll have to show me later. What else did you get?”

Jack continued, his voice filled with joy. “Mom and Dad gave me this really cool racing jacket, just like the ones the drivers wear. And Grandma and Grandpa sent me a huge box of chocolates and a puzzle.”

Y/n smiled, imagining Jack’s excitement as he opened each gift. “It sounds like you had an amazing Christmas. Did you get to spend time with your friends too?”

Jack nodded eagerly. “Yes, we had a big Christmas party with my friends. We played games, and I even showed them my new car. Everyone loved it!”

Y/n beamed at him, her heart swelling with affection. “I’m so happy you had such a wonderful time, Jack. You deserve it. And now we get to have even more fun here in Austria!”

Jack’s smile widened. “Yes! And I have to show you the snowman I made yesterday. He’s huge!”

“I can’t wait to see him,” Y/n said, ruffling Jack’s hair affectionately. “But first, how about some hot chocolate to warm up from the cold?”

Jack’s eyes lit up. “Yes, please!”

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Y/n adjusted her ski goggles and tightened the straps on her boots, standing at the base of the snowy mountain. The morning air was crisp, the sky a brilliant shade of blue, and the excitement around her was palpable. Toto, Susie, and Jack stood nearby, chatting animatedly about the upcoming run. Y/n’s stomach fluttered with nerves, but she forced a confident smile.

"You ready, Y/n?" Toto asked, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. His touch was warm and reassuring, but it only amplified her internal anxiety.

"Of course," Y/n replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach. She hadn’t told them she had never skied before, not wanting to seem out of place or disrupt the family’s plans. When Susie suggested they skip the beginner slopes and head straight for the regular ones, Y/n had nodded along, her heart pounding.

The group moved to the ski lift, and soon they were ascending the mountain. Y/n tried to soak in the stunning views of the snow-covered peaks and valleys, but her mind was racing with thoughts of the descent.

At the top, Toto and Susie skied gracefully ahead, with Jack not far behind, his small frame expertly maneuvering through the snow. Y/n took a deep breath and pushed off, immediately feeling the lack of control as her skis wobbled beneath her. She struggled to keep her balance, her arms flailing as she tried to mimic the others.

Within seconds, Y/n lost control and tumbled into the snow, her skis crossing awkwardly as she landed in an ungraceful heap. She heard Jack’s infectious laughter echoing through the air, followed by Susie and Toto chuckling as they skied back to her.

"Are you alright?" Susie asked, her eyes filled with amusement as she knelt beside Y/n, helping her untangle her skis.

"Y/n, that was quite the show," Toto teased, his tone light but caring. He reached down, pulling her to her feet with ease. His hands lingered on her arms, steadying her as she found her footing again.

Y/n dusted the snow off her jacket, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I’m fine, just…a little rusty," she said, forcing a laugh.

"You’re doing great," Susie assured her, giving Y/n a gentle squeeze around the waist. "We’ve all been there. Just take it slow and find your rhythm."

Despite their encouragement, Y/n continued to struggle. Each attempt down the slope ended in a clumsy fall, her skis going in opposite directions or getting caught in the snow. Jack’s laughter filled the air each time, and soon, even Toto and Susie couldn’t contain their mirth.

By the time they reached the bottom of the slope, Y/n was exhausted and covered in snow. She leaned on her ski poles, catching her breath as the others gathered around.

"You know," Y/n began, looking at Susie with a wry smile, "I think I’m more of a wellness and après-ski type of girl."

Susie burst into laughter, wrapping an arm around Y/n’s shoulders. "I think we can arrange that. But you’ve been a trooper, and that’s what counts."

Toto grinned, patting Y/n’s back. "We’ll make a skier out of you yet. For now, let’s head to the lodge for some well-earned hot chocolate."

The next few days were a mix of laughter and determination. Y/n continued to attempt the slopes, each fall less embarrassing as she embraced the fun of it. Susie captured videos of Y/n’s failed attempts, promising to make a humorous compilation, while Y/n documented the family’s moments, snapping candid photos and behind-the-scenes clips for Susie and her Instagram.

When Jack’s ski tournament arrived, Y/n was the loudest cheerleader on the sidelines. She watched with pride as Jack raced down the slope, his technique flawless and his confidence inspiring. When he crossed the finish line first, the family erupted in cheers.

Later, back at the chalet, Y/n snapped a photo of Jack, Toto, and Susie, their arms wrapped around each other, faces glowing with pride and happiness. "For our Instagram," Y/n said, capturing the perfect shot.

Susie leaned into Y/n, showing her the video of one of her earlier falls. "This one is definitely going in the blooper reel."

Y/n laughed, playfully nudging Susie. "As long as it makes people smile."

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The moment Benedict and Rosa arrived, the atmosphere in the chalet became even more vibrant. Y/n and Jack were in the kitchen decorating cookies when they heard the car pull up outside. Jack's face lit up, and he dashed toward the door, shouting, "They're here!".

Y/n smiled, wiping her hands on a towel as she followed him to the door. She could hear excited chatter even before the door opened. As soon as Jack flung it open, Benedict and Rosa stepped inside, their faces bright with joy.

"Hey, Buddy!" Benedict laughed, lifting Jack off the ground in a bear hug.

"Hast du uns vermisst?" (Did you miss us?) he asked as he set Jack down.

"Jaaaaa!" (Yeeees!) Jack beamed, his small hands clinging to Benedict’s arm.

Jack turned to Rosa, who leaned down to give him a hug. "Ich muss euch so viel zeigen!"  (I have so much to show you!) he exclaimed excitedly.

"Wir haben dich auch vermisst, Jack," (We missed you too, Jack.) Rosa smiled warmly, her arms wrapped around him.

Y/n approached, her grin widening at the sight of the siblings’ reunion. "Schön, euch beide wiederzusehen,"  (good to see you both again.) she greeted, stepping closer.

Benedict turned to her, his face lighting up. "Y/n! Auch schön, dich zu sehen. Wie war dein Weihnachten?" (Y/n! Great to see you too. How was your Christmas?) he asked, pulling her into a quick hug.

"Es war wunderschön, danke," (It was lovely, thank you.) Y/n replied, turning to give Rosa a quick hug as well. "Aber ich habe mich darauf gefreut, euch zu sehen. Jack hat die ganze Zeit über euch gesprochen." (I’ve been looking forward to seeing you guys. Jack’s been talking about you nonstop.)

Rosa chuckled, patting Jack on the back. "Er ist der Beste. Es ist schön ein bisschen Zeit zusammen zu verbringen, bevor das neue Jahr beginnt." (He’s the best. We’re excited to spend some time together before the New Year.)

At that moment, Toto and Susie walked into the foyer, their faces brightening at the sight of the children. Toto immediately enveloped Benedict and Rosa in a warm hug.

"Willkommen, ihr beiden. Wir haben auf euch gewartet," (Welcome, you two. We’ve been waiting for you.) Toto said, his voice filled with affection.

Susie stepped forward, pulling them both into a tight embrace. "Schön das ihr es geschafft habt," she said softly. (Nice that you made it.)

The house quickly filled with laughter as they settled in, sharing stories and catching up on the past few days. Jack, ever eager for attention, tugged at Benedict and Rosa, urging them toward the backyard.

"Kommt schon, ihr müsst meinen Schneemann sehen und mein neues Auto!" (Come on, you have to see my snowman and my new car!) Jack exclaimed, pulling them along.

Y/n chuckled, following them outside. 

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The morning of New Year’s Eve dawned clear and crisp in the Austrian Alps, sunlight streaming through the large windows of the Wolff family’s chalet. Y/n stirred in her bed, the soft warmth of the covers cocooning her as she slowly opened her eyes. Jack’s laughter echoed through the hallways, a sign that the day had already begun.

Y/n stretched and got out of bed, her feet sinking into the plush carpet as she made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower, she dressed warmly in a cozy sweater and jeans, ready to face the day’s chill. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries wafted through the chalet, leading her to the kitchen.

Susie was bustling about, preparing breakfast with an ease that spoke of years of practice. “Good morning, Y/n!” she greeted with a bright smile. “Did you sleep well?”

“Morning, Susie. Yes, I did, thank you,” Y/n replied, returning the smile as she reached for a cup of coffee.

Toto appeared moments later, already dressed for the day in casual yet stylish winter attire. “Good morning, Y/n,” he greeted, his voice warm and steady. “We’re heading out for some skiing today. Would you like to join us?”

Y/n hesitated, the thought of admitting her lack of skiing experience making her stomach flutter with nerves. “I think I’ll stay back and enjoy the wellness facilities today,” she said with a soft laugh, trying to keep her tone light.

Susie chuckled. “That sounds lovely. You’ll have the chalet all to yourself for a bit. It’s the perfect chance to relax.”

Y/n nodded, relieved by their understanding. “Exactly. I’ll be here to capture all the behind-the-scenes moments when you return.”

The family finished breakfast and soon departed for the slopes, leaving Y/n alone in the serene chalet. She spent the morning leisurely, enjoying the peace and quiet. After a long soak in the hot tub, she wrapped herself in a plush robe and curled up in front of the fireplace with a book. The soft crackle of the fire and the panoramic view of the snow-covered landscape created a tranquil ambiance that Y/n cherished.

In the afternoon, she set to work capturing content for their social media, preparing posts that showcased the warmth and joy of the Wolff family’s holiday. She edited photos of Jack’s excitement and Susie and Toto’s shared glances, each image filled with genuine love and happiness.

As the afternoon stretched into evening, the family returned, their cheeks flushed from the cold and their spirits high. Jack burst through the door, chattering excitedly about the slopes and his latest triumphs, his energy infectious.

“You missed some epic runs today,” Toto said, grinning at Y/n as he hung up his jacket. “But it looks like you had a pretty relaxing day yourself.”

“I did,” Y/n replied, her smile warm. “And I’m ready to help get everything set up for tonight.”

The evening unfolded in a relaxed and joyful manner. The chalet was soon filled with the scent of delicious food and the sound of laughter as friends and family arrived. Y/n flitted around, capturing moments on her phone—Jack laughing with his cousins, Toto pouring glasses of champagne, and Susie arranging the dessert table with care.

Dinner was a grand affair, filled with toasts and delicious dishes. Y/n found herself seated between Jack and Susie, the warmth of their family radiating through every shared smile and story.

The sound of the clock chiming in the distance signaled that it was almost time. "Everyone outside!" Susie called, her voice cutting through the chatter. Y/n grabbed her coat and followed the group out onto the snow-covered terrace, her breath visible in the chilly air. The clear night sky stretched above them, the stars glittering like tiny diamonds, creating a magical backdrop.

Y/n positioned herself near the edge, ready to capture the moment. Toto stood beside Susie, their arms wrapped around each other as they looked out over the valley. Jack was nearby, bouncing with excitement as the countdown began.

"Ten... nine... eight..." The crowd's voices grew louder with each second, the anticipation palpable. Y/n raised her phone, framing the scene perfectly—Susie and Toto standing together, the fireworks waiting to burst into life.

"Three... two... one... Happy New Year!" The sky erupted in color, and the first fireworks soared into the night, illuminating the world below in a cascade of vibrant lights. Y/n pressed record, capturing the awe and wonder of the moment.

She kept her focus on Susie and Toto as they turned to each other, sharing a kiss amid the glowing backdrop. It was a tender, genuine moment, filled with the love and connection they shared. Y/n smiled, feeling privileged to capture such an intimate scene.

As the fireworks continued, Susie and Toto turned their attention to Y/n, their eyes sparkling with warmth. "Come here, Y/n!" Susie called out, her voice cutting through the noise.

Y/n hesitated briefly, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t have time to think too deeply before she found herself walking toward them, her boots crunching in the snow. Toto reached out first, pulling her into a tight embrace from one side, and Susie wrapped her arms around her from the other.

"Happy New Year, Y/n!" Susie said, her voice soft but full of emotion. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n’s cheek.

"Frohes neues," Toto echoed, his lips brushing against Y/n’s other cheek. The warmth of their presence made her heart race even faster.

Y/n laughed nervously, caught between them, feeling the champagne’s warmth in her system. "Happy New Year to you too," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

The embrace lingered, and before Y/n could fully register what was happening, Susie’s hand slid up to gently cup her face. Her eyes locked with Y/n’s, and without warning, she leaned in, pressing her lips softly against Y/n’s in a quick but unmistakable kiss.

Y/n’s breath hitched, her mind spinning. The kiss was brief, yet it left a lingering warmth that spread through her. Before she could react, Toto mirrored Susie’s action, his lips meeting hers in a gentle, fleeting kiss that sent a ripple of surprise through her.

As quickly as it happened, it was over. Susie and Toto pulled back, their faces calm and smiling as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. They each gave Y/n another affectionate squeeze, their attention shifting back to the ongoing celebration and the fireworks lighting up the sky.

Y/n stood there, stunned, her lips tingling from the unexpected kisses. Her heart raced, the moment replaying in her mind on a loop. The Wolffs, however, continued to act naturally, their warmth and affection blending seamlessly with the evening’s festivities.

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The Wolff family’s New Year’s trip to Austria was already filled with warmth and laughter, but the arrival of Kimi Antonelli added an extra layer of excitement. Kimi, the new driver for Mercedes, had joined them to get to know the team a little better and immerse himself in the family-like atmosphere of the Wolffs.

Y/n had met Kimi a few times before, during his appearances in the garage or when he drove the car during practice sessions. She found him endearing—a focused, talented young man with a bright future ahead. His presence around the family felt natural, and Y/n quickly grew fond of him, seeing him as a sweet, almost kid-like presence despite his growing fame in motorsports.

“Kimi!” Jack exclaimed as soon as he saw the young driver step into the chalet. “You’re here! You can teach me all about racing now!”

Kimi chuckled, ruffling Jack’s hair. “I’ll do my best, little buddy.”

Jack immediately took to Kimi, declaring him his new best buddy, and followed him around the chalet, peppering him with endless questions about racing and cars. Y/n smiled at the sight, enjoying how quickly Jack had bonded with Kimi, almost as if he had gained a big brother overnight.

One snowy afternoon, the group decided to take a drive through the picturesque Austrian landscape. Y/n, Toto, Susie, Jack, and Kimi piled into the SUV, enjoying the serene beauty of the snow-covered mountains. Y/n loved these peaceful moments, capturing candid shots of the family for their holiday memories.

The drive was smooth until they hit a patch of deep snow, and the car got stuck. Toto tried reversing and maneuvering, but the wheels spun helplessly in place. They needed help.

“I’ll call for someone to come pull us out,” Toto said, already dialing.

While they waited, the group made the best of the situation. Jack played in the snow outside, throwing snowballs at Kimi, who good-naturedly dodged and occasionally threw one back.

Soon, help arrived, a sturdy tow truck ready to pull the car out of the snow. As they prepared to get the SUV moving, Kimi offered, “I can steer while they pull us out.”

Jack’s eyes lit up with excitement. “Can I sit with you, Kimi? Please? I want to help!”

Kimi smiled down at Jack, ruffling his hair again. “Alright, buddy. You can sit on my lap and help me steer.”

Y/n followed them to the front seats, her heart warmed by the interaction. Jack climbed onto Kimi’s lap, his small hands on the steering wheel, looking determined. Y/n couldn’t resist filming the moment, her phone capturing every detail of Jack’s eager expression and Kimi’s patient guidance.

The tow truck began pulling the SUV out of the snow. At first, everything went smoothly, but as the car was yanked free, it jolted forward slightly faster than expected. Jack and Kimi’s eyes widened in surprise as the car lurched, their faces frozen in identical expressions of stunned amazement.

“Oh my God! Stopp Stopp” Y/n exclaimed, her heart leaping into her throat for a moment before the car steadied.

She couldn’t help but laugh nervously, watching the replay on her phone. “You two looked so scared!” she teased, showing them the video.

Kimi laughed, shaking his head. “That was unexpected. But hey, we made it.”

Jack grinned up at Kimi. “That was awesome! Can we do it again?”

“Maybe not on purpose next time,” Kimi replied, chuckling as he gave Jack a playful squeeze.

(Have alook at this cute video)

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It was a quiet evening a few days after New Year’s, and Y/n found herself lying in her cozy bed, staring at the ceiling. The chalet was peacefully silent, with everyone else having retired for the night. She had been so busy with the excitement of the holidays—Jack’s snowman, the skiing (or rather, her disaster on skis), and spending time with Toto, Susie, and the kids—that she hadn’t had a chance to truly reflect on the events of New Year’s Eve.

But now, in the stillness of the room, the memory came flooding back.

It had all happened so fast. The night had been filled with laughter, good food, and drinks flowing freely. The atmosphere was relaxed and fun, everyone in high spirits, celebrating the arrival of a new year. But then, it was the moment after the fireworks, when Susie and Toto had pulled her into their embrace. They had kissed her on both cheeks, just like they always did, but then… then it had happened. Susie, bold and playful, kissed her on the lips. It had been quick, but still enough to catch her off guard.

And then Toto… he kissed her too. His lips on hers, brief, just a few seconds, but it had left a lingering warmth in her chest.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the storm of thoughts that followed. What did it mean? What did it all mean? She had tried to brush it off at the time, not wanting to overthink it, especially with everyone else around. But now, alone in her bed, she couldn’t ignore it anymore. Her thoughts kept circling back to that moment, the feeling of their lips, the chemistry in the air. It wasn’t just a kiss between friends, was it?

She ran a hand over her face, letting out a slow breath. She had been with the Wolff family for over a year now, and she knew the boundaries, or at least, she thought she did. Toto and Susie had always been kind to her, supportive, and loving in a way that felt familial, but that kiss—those kisses—had blurred something. The way Susie had leaned in so confidently, the way Toto had followed suit, both of them so natural and comfortable in their touch.

Y/n sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. The more she thought about it, the more she felt confused. Had she misinterpreted their actions? It wasn’t the first time they had shown affection towards her, but that night had felt… different. It wasn’t like any of the playful touches or casual hugs they had shared before. There was something more intimate about it.

She knew she shouldn’t be thinking about it. After all, it wasn’t like they had said anything directly about it afterward. The night had carried on as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. They had even joked and laughed together as if the kiss had been just a part of the festivities. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that it had meant something more, something deeper.

She tried to picture Toto’s expression, his eyes, the way he’d pulled her close. He was always so protective and caring, but in that moment, there had been something else there, something she wasn’t sure she could identify.

And Susie—Susie, who was always so confident and assured in her own skin, had kissed her so boldly, as if it was just another moment to add to their friendship. But it wasn’t just any kiss, was it?

Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, frustrated with herself. She didn’t want to make a big deal out of it, especially when things had seemed so normal afterward. But she couldn’t stop wondering if that kiss had been a sign of something more—something that might change everything.

Did it mean they were interested in her? In a way that was more than just friendship? Or was she simply overthinking it? She didn’t want to assume anything, especially not with them being so close-knit and familiar with her. But the kisses—those lingering moments—they felt different, and it left her unsure of where she stood.

She glanced over at the clock. The late hour was a reminder that she needed rest. Yet her mind wouldn’t let go. Her heart beat a little faster as she recalled the laughter from that night, the warmth of the moment, and the way their touches seemed to spark something inside her. She cared about them deeply, of course. But this? She had never expected this kind of closeness.

Y/n sighed deeply, rolling onto her side, curling into her pillow. She had always prided herself on being able to handle any situation with clarity and calm, but now, she felt unsure. She didn’t know what this meant for them, for their dynamic, or for her. Was she supposed to just ignore what happened and move on? Or was this something she needed to face, something that might change the way she viewed her relationship with Toto and Susie?

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[jinuaei]

I can offer you an idea of ​​yandere alastor.. What would it be like if alastor as a child knew the reader... Like I imagine alastor as a child not knowing how to act properly like a human, and the reader as a good best friend helping him seems more human (and not because the child reader is scared of him) ... Actually, what would happen?

Wrote this instead of working on my finals hope you enjoyed it!

Yandere! Alastor x Childhood friend! Reader

Warning: Animal death, blood, its YANDERE

WC: ~1.5k

Charlie dragged the whole hotel for another ‘trust’ session, this time, she had the great idea for the sinners to share stories from when they were alive. Granted, some of them were eager to share, namely Nifty and Angel Dust, Husk would share some here or there, although it's mostly due to Charlie and Angel pushing him to. Alastor on the other hand kept quiet during the whole ordeal, until the topic of childhood friends came up.

“I had a childhood friend once, such a sweetheart. Wouldn't leave me alone to play with others!,” Alastor let the statement linger in the air, casually sipping on his coffee. 

The other members of the Hotel look aat him with mouths agape, shocked and surprised at the fact that THE Alastor, Radio Demon, Dealmaker, HAD FRIENDS? Moreover, a childhood friend?? Someone stayed friends with him since they were children???

“Don't look at me like I am incapable of having proper friendships, and no, you cannot ask them about me as a child because they're simply not a sinner! Oh imagine my disappointment when I didn't find them down here,” his eyes glazed over in slight rage as he thought about how you weren't here.

Very disappointing that I will never be able to hold my beloved again. What I would do to be able to chain them to my side once more…

“Well don't leave us hangin’, whose this sweetheart of you’s?,” the white spider interjected.

He tells them your name, sighing dreamily as he starts to reminisce about the times you were together when you were children.

You were the child of one of his momma's clients, a bubbly little thing, always eager to play with him regardless of how cold he is to you. 

His momma was your family's personal tailor, and by God were you a spoiled little thing. Every week you would ask for 2-3 outfits to be created for you, although it looked more like costumes than everyday wear but he doesn't complain, as long as your family treated him and his momma with respect.

Nonetheless, he refuses to be close to you, considering you as a bother, but of course, he would never admit that to you, lest he wants his momma to get in trouble. 

He hasn't always looked forward to when his momma brings him to your house, namely due to you clinging to him every time you meet. There's one thing in your mansion that he’s quite fond of though, once he manages to escape from your grasp, he sneaks into the woods behind your house, gazing at all the wildlife roaming around your property.

One time, he found an injured bird crying close to him, it tried to get away from him but he eventually caught it in a tight grip, it chirped and cried but Alastor just gripped tighter and tighter until, pop! 

Blood trailed down his hands and onto the forest floor below, unbeknownst to him, he had a huge grin on his face, too pleased with the mutilation of the poor bird. A gasp resonates behind him and he quickly drops the bird, face stilling at the fact that he got caught.

When he turned his body to you, your eyes were full of tears staring at his hands that he didn't bother to hide. He prepared himself to hunt you down to make sure you wouldn't tattle on his momma but your next words made him stop in place.

“Are you okay???” you rushed to his side, pulling out a handkerchief and started to wipe off the blood coating his stained hand.

In response, the child looked at you aghast, stupefied at the concern you were showing, marking yourself vulnerable to the predator towering over your much shorter build. He could kill you if he could, he can lie and tell your parents that a bear found both of you and killed you, that he tried to save you but was unable to. But then again… as you fret over him, a thought passes through his mind. 

You are too kind for your own good, just like momma. Don't worry I’ll protect you.

Alastor raises the now somewhat clean hand, and he notes how you didn't even flinch at it, and just looked at him with your wide, innocent eyes. The hand lowers to pat you on the head, ruffling your hair a little bit.

“I am fine, I tried to save a bird but it was too hurt to be saved,” he shows off the bird, face devoid of any emotions.

You frowned at it and suddenly went on your knees and started digging a grave with your hands.

Alastor furrowed his eyebrows and questioned what you were doing, you responded with, “I’m digging a grave for the birdie, I don't want them to die without a proper burial.”

The boy helped you after a few moments of silence. Once you were done, you clasped your hands together, covered in dirt and blood,  silently looking at him to do the same. Look at you, as a child of a rich man you shouldn't be on your knees covering yourself in filth, but perhaps he should indulge his angel for a little bit. 

As you started praying he couldn't help but let the bitterness consume his mind. God wouldn't care about frivolous things like this, prayers do nothing, if it did, how come he and his momma are still at the mercy of that monster of a man he calls his father?

“Amen.”

You offer your filthy hand to him, gazing at him with a smile that could rival the sun. Perhaps the only good thing that God has done, is sending down an angel for him to play with.

“You should smile more, you look very pretty,” he raises an eyebrow at that, startled by your bluntness. Admittedly, he can feel himself flush at your compliment.

“Do you like it when I smile?” he hums, taking your hand. Both of you started to walk back to your manor.

“I do! Mommy always said ‘you’re never fully dressed without a smile’ and that's why I always smile!”

“Then I'll smile a lot for you,” he tried to smile, but it looked more like a grimace.

“You're doing it wrong! It's like this,” you show off your smile, toothy and wide.

He tries again and ultimately fails, you pout at him cutely when he failed, and he couldn't help but smile, genuinely smile at that. In response you shout out ‘like that!’, and start vibrating in excitement that you managed to make him smile.

It was almost nightfall when you eventually managed to get home safely, albeit covered in dirt and grime. What greeted you both were your father, stressed beyond belief, and his mother, on the verge of tears. They both rushed to you guys and hugged the both of you, fretting and scolding at how worried they are, they asked you and Alastor what happened and you, being the loudmouth you are, told them the story that you know.

Both adults are relieved to hear that you both are safe, they rushed you to clean yourselves up. Ever since then, Alastor has been looking forward to every visit they had to your house. And every single visit has been a learning moment for him, day by day he learns what you like and what you don't like. 

You like gentlemen? The next time you meet, he offers you his arm to hold. Do you like poetry? He memorizes your favourite poems to recite whenever you're bored. Do you like food and cooking? He begs his momma to teach him her infamous Jambalaya and other comfort foods to cook for you.

Alastor molded himself to become your ideal man, the most perfect gentleman that ever existed in your life. But then…

“Then what...? But then what??” Angel exclaimed when Alastor trailed off with a cliffhanger. Everyone leaned towards him, captivated by the story he shared. He smiles cryptically, but still doesn't respond.

“Oh well, it seems like it's almost supper time, I should work on it, wouldn't want to be late for dinner hmm?”

Everyone collectively groaned at the cliffhanger, they wanted to know what happened after, but they couldn't complain much lest they want to be part of Alastor's radio broadcast.

Alastor turns away from them, humming to himself as he walks towards where the kitchen is.

But then you had to die as a saint. You had to marry that disgusting excuse of a man you called your husband, and now he killed you. My beloved, was I not enough? Was I not perfect for you? You would have been safe if you were with me… Don't worry, I made sure that ‘husband’ of yours regretted ever hurting you. May this be an offering to my angel.

A haunting scream pierces through hell, amplified by the speakers scattered around the pride ring.

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[candy69gurl]

POV: You are Sukuna's Vessel 2

Warnings- private touching

wc- 1.2k

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

You sink onto your bed, your mind racing with thoughts of the future. With Sukuna inside you, you can't help but wonder what will happen next.

"If they find out the truth, they'll never look at me the same way," you think, your heart aching at the thought of losing your friends.

"Maybe I should tell them the truth," you consider, but the idea is quickly shot down.

"No, they'll think I'm crazy or worse, they'll try to exorcise me," you decide, your heart sinking into your stomach.

"I need to figure this out myself," you murmur, your fingers gripping the sheets, trying to come up with a plan.

But as always, Sukuna has something to say on the matter, "Don't bother, little brat. No one can save you from me," he hisses, his voice like poison in your mind.

"Why are you like this?" you question, your voice shaking with anger and fear

"It is what it is," Sukuna answers simply, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"You're a monster," you accuse, your heart pounding in your chest

Sukuna just laughs, a sound that sends a pain through your mind.

With a deep breath, you get up from the bed, your mind still spinning from your encounter with Sukuna.

You walk to the bathroom, feeling a bit of relief as you undress, shedding your clothes and stepping into the shower. The warm water cascades over your body, washing away the tension you've been holding.

"Ah, this feels good," you say, closing your eyes and leaning against the tiled wall.

"Mhm..", a deep voice echoes in your mind, "What a nice body you have."

Your eyes snap open, a gasp escaping your lips as you realize your mistake. Your naked body is now exposed to Sukuna, the realization making your skin crawl.

"Damn it," you curse, your hands hastily covering your most private areas, feeling heat rise to your cheeks

"So innocent," Sukuna snickers, his voice sending shivers down your spine

"Stop it," you demand, your voice trembling with embarrassment and anger.

"You can't make me uncomfortable like this," you continue, trying to assert your control over the situation.

"Oh, I think I can," Sukuna counters, his voice low and taunting.

"I want you out of my head," you hiss, your fists clenching tight with the effort to keep him at bay. "How am I gonna live like this?" you whisper, your voice breaking

"Go ahead, show let me see more of your body", Sukuna taunts,

Your heart races, your breathing growing faster as Sukuna's voice continues to torment you.

"No," you insist, your voice shaking with determination. You refuse to give in to his twisted games.

You quickly turn off the shower, the water disappearing in a rush of steam.

With shaky hands, you reach for a towel, wrapping it around your body. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you try to get dressed in the darkness, with the lights off to keep Sukuna from seeing your naked self anymore.

"Shy, are we?", Sukuna questions, his voice filled with amusement.

"Shut up," you snap, your voice shaky with anger and fear "You're the one who started this," you remind him, your hands balling into fists at your sides.

Sukuna just laughs, the sound echoing in your mind as you try to ignore it and gather your thoughts.

Exhausted and emotionally drained, you climb into bed, pulling the covers over your head in an attempt to block out the world.

You close your eyes, hoping for some semblance of peace, but it's not long before Sukuna's voice creeps back into your mind.

"Sleep well, little brat," he says, his voice a dark rumble in the darkness

"Fuck off," you respond, your voice tinged with anger and exhaustion.

"Good night," Sukuna replies, his voice hollow and cold.

With a frustrated sigh, you try to ignore him and drift off to sleep, hoping for a moment of solace in the darkness.

As you fall asleep, you can't help but wonder how much longer you can keep this secret from your friends. You cling to the hope that you'll find a way to control Sukuna and protect those you care about.

In the middle of the night, without warning, your body twitches beneath the covers.

Sukuna takes control, his consciousness merging with yours as you remain blissfully unaware, still asleep.

"Finally, some peace," Sukuna whispers, his voice dark and devious.

He moves your body, stepping out of your bed and turning on the lights.

"Now let's start with my experiments."

Without hesitation, Sukuna's control over your body quickly strips you bare, your clothes falling to the floor.

He guides you towards the mirror, standing you in front of your naked reflection.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna coos, his voice dripping with amusement. "Look what we have here."

He examines every inch of your body, his gaze lingering on your most private areas, making your skin crawl even though you're still asleep.

"Nice," Sukuna approves, his voice low and taunting.

He continues his inspection, running his hands over your body, tracing your curves and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

"Oh I really look so pretty," he muses, his voice turning thoughtful.

Sukuna, through your body, reaches for your breasts, gently cupping them in his hands.

A jolt of pleasure courses through him, your body arching slightly in response. The sensation is unfamiliar to him.

"Hmm, yes," he hums, his voice low and satisfied. "Feels so good."

With a hint of anticipation, Sukuna pinches your nipples, his touch sending a shock of pleasure through him.

He gasps, his eyes widening in surprise at the intensity of the feeling.

"So sensitive," he mutters, his voice filled with wonder and desire. "This is so much better than I expected."

Sukuna, through your body, moves towards the bed, lying down on it and spreading your legs wide.

His hand slides down your body, his fingers dipping into your wetness, your body trembling slightly at his touch.

"Ah, you get wet this easily?" he asks, his voice husky with excitement "Your body is so pleasurable."

He begins to stroke you, his movements slow and deliberate, his curiosity growing with every stroke.

A wave of pleasure washes over him, the sensation overwhelming him as he explores your body.

"Oh, this is amazing," he breathes, his voice a mixture of surprise and excitement.

"I want more," he says, his voice filled with determination "I need to explore every inch of this body."

He continues his exploration, his fingers sliding deeper, his touch growing bolder with each passing moment.

"Yes, yes, more," he moans, his voice filled with desire. "I could spend hours on this."

Sukuna's touch becomes more insistent, his fingers moving faster, your body responding to his ministrations even in your sleep.

"Shit this pussy's getting wetter," he muses, his fingers dipping deeper, his touch growing more demanding.

A wave of pleasure crashes over him, his orgasm pulsing through your body, your inner muscles tightening around his fingers.

"Fuck!" he groans, his voice filled with satisfaction "That point.. S-shit.. So tight, so good", he moans thrusting his fingers attacking your weak point.

Soon an orgasm surges through the body, his breathing ragged as he pulls his fingers from your body, leaving you slick and aching.

"That was... amazing," he says, his voice tinged with awe, "I can't wait to do this again," he promises, his voice filled with anticipation

With a final caress, he lies down, your body still trembling from the experience.

"Rest now, vessel."

As Sukuna relinquishes control, you slip back into a fitful sleep, your body still humming with the aftermath of his pleasure.

[happilyhertale]

Sweet Niece – Dark Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

Summary: An angry daemon strives only for its goal, satisfaction. Your innocent nature is what will help him achieve that goal.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

Warnings: Pure Smut; Mention of rape; rape; 18+; NSFW;

Author’s note: A friend has been wanting this story for a long time - so I hope you like it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.9 k

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The sun had long since disappeared into the sea, bathing the room in a soft, muted darkness as you sit on your bed. Only the soft candlelight enveloped your chambers in a gentle glow.

The day had been exhausting, marked by the tumultuous quarrel that your uncle, Daemon Targaryen, had once again caused. The ensuing heated arguments had pushed you to your limits, and you had finally retreated.

In the silence of your chambers you have sought refuge and taken a bath, hoping to relax and calm your thoughts. Now you sit on your bed, still waiting for the relaxation to finally set in. But you can't shake an oppressive feeling. Hoping to shake off the feeling, you gently spread some lavender oil on your arms and legs, wanting to be enveloped by the soothing scent. With only a towel wrapped around your upper body, you try to calm down.

But in the midst of the quiet solitude, you feel the intrusion of an unwelcome presence. You flinch as your door is suddenly pushed open. You lift your gaze, and there, in the center of the room, stood Daemon Targaryen, his countenance filled with seething rage. The room seemed to echo with his heavy, labored breaths, and his piercing, purple eyes bore into your soul.

You look at him with your big purple Targaryen eyes, "Uncle?" you whisper a little uncertainly, trying to cover your body.

His gaze is fixed on you, his expression one of apparent stoicism, except for the wrinkles on his forehead that betray the storm of anger seething within him. You feel his eyes slowly move down your body in a blatant display of lust. But you remain silent, not really daring to breathe. After a while the silence is almost unbearable. You try to squeeze your legs further together, your hands clinging to the towel as an attempt to protect your upper body from his gaze.

"Uncle?" you finally ask again, when you can't stand the stifling silence any longer.

But then, without warning, he rushes toward you with big steps. In the process, he knocks over a chair that gets in his way. The flight reflex takes hold of you and you try to crawl away, but he is faster. He gets a hold of your leg and pulls you back. He presses you firmly against the mattress.

"Uncle!" you scream out as he pushes your legs apart brutally with his knees. He must take out his rage on you.

He grabs you with all his might and holds your mouth shut while he hisses in your ear, "Not. Another. Word."

You just whimper and tears come to your eyes. He tears the towel away from you and you lie exposed under him.

Without warning, he thrusts his fingers into you and you hear a dark growl in his chest.

You continue to whimper and try to escape his grip, to close your legs. But his grip is firm and unyielding. Again and again he thrusts his fingers into you, making you squirm. His other hand presses firmly on your mouth, you can't speak, only whimpering sounds escape you. You begin to beat against his chest. Again and again your hands hit against him, but they seem to hit against his muscular chest almost without any noticeable damage.

You whimper as the realization comes to you that you can't fight back. But then you reach into his long, silver hair. You pull at it brutally. You hear him growl and his hand leaves your mouth. You want to scream, but he grabs your wrist and only a pained gasp leaves your lips. He grabs so tightly that you fear he might shatter your wrist.

"Let go," he hisses. Involuntarily, your hand lets go of his hair, but the pain is unbearable. You drop your hand next to your body and his hand covers your mouth again. You squeeze your eyes shut as tears spring to your eyes.

Suddenly you feel him stop thrusting his fingers inside you. He pulls them out and you breathe a little sigh of relief. You watch him as he looks at you with his dark eyes. There is nothing left of the purple in his eyes.

Slowly he takes his fingers into his mouth and slowly licks your juice off them. Your eyes widen, your breathing heavy. You are paralyzed and he slowly takes his hand from your mouth again.

"Such sweet innocence is so rare in this world..." you hear him murmur, "I'm going to take that innocence from you," he continues to growl.

Hearing his last words, you try to escape again. You squirm and try to crawl away. But Daemon pushes you onto the bed, like a rock he lies between your legs. He grabs your head and pulls you closer, his lips hovering just above your ear, "Tell anyone what happened here tonight and you won't live to see the next moon."

Pure panic is written in your eyes, your wild breathing seems uncontainable, but you just nod slightly, a light sob escaping you.

Again he thrusts his fingers into you and you whimper. He's not gentle, he's rough. You feel the rage emanating from him. His grunt echoes through your chambers.

Slowly, almost tenderly to the thrusts of his fingers, he begins, with his other hand, to spread your legs wider. He looks down and sees his fingers disappearing inside you over and over again. The sound of his grunting seems unbearable to you.

"No one would believe you, sweet niece. No one would dare call me a liar..." he hisses at you. But you are unable to reply. You squeeze your eyes shut again as you feel his fingers penetrate you.

Until one of his hands wraps around your neck, his fingers squeezing tight. Your eyes pop open and you see his sinister grin.

You just whimper, but you feel your wetness increase between your thighs. The smacking sound caused by the work of his fingers echoes through your chambers. You hear him chuckle darkly, "Pathetic…", he murmurs.

But then he takes his hand from your neck for a short time. The smacking sound is now accompanied by the sound of his belt buckle opening.

Almost softly with a sweet undertone he whispers directly in your ear, "What an unexpected turn of events, sweet niece. Very unexpected..."

He pulls you closer to him so that your mouths are almost touching. But he just presses his hand over your mouth again.

"This is going to hurt," he murmurs.

"Please Uncle... no...", you whimper incomprehensibly, while his hand is on your mouth.

But Daemon seems unhindered in his intentions.

You look down slightly and see his hard length twitching almost furiously, with its red tip revealed each time his hand slides down his member.

He pumps his hard manhood a few times and tears run down your cheeks as you watch him.

You feel him slide his tip through your folds to wet it before he penetrates you without another word.

You feel that you are almost split. A searing pain runs through you. You want to cry out, but the hand on your mouth prevents it. You try to fight back, to push him away, but he's stronger.

"Take it... In your tight cunt..." Daemon grunts. You just whimper as he looks down at you. His rough thrusts don't let up, stretching you inch by inch.

He presses his lips on your neck and leans close to you. You feel his hot breath glide over your skin, his whisper is almost inaudible.

"No one will ever believe you... I will do as I please. And when I'm done with you, I'll do it again and again and again... No one will believe that the rogue prince did anything to the king's daughter," he hisses.

His hand slides down from your mouth and cups your neck, squeezing tight. Your vision weakens as his thrusts become almost unbearably hard.

His length is too much for you and you feel pain that brings tears to your eyes again. Tears roll down your face as you realize that all you can do is submit. Your outcry echoes through your chambers. But Daemon thrusts even harder, almost as if driven by your tears and whimpers. The bed creaks violently with each thrust.

He is silent as he penetrates you deeper and deeper with each thrust. His hand is still on your neck, fingers gripping tightly as he brings you closer to unconsciousness.

"Poor sweet daughter of the king," he whispers in your ear. "A princess's life is never what it should be."

He pulls you closer to him, your lips almost touching, a sob escapes you.

"No one will know, sweet niece…," he whispers almost gently. But his whisper is followed by a deep thrust, "But I love this," Daemon suddenly hisses.

His hand grips tighter, while the other claws firmly into the sheets, just below your back, as if seeking support.

"I love hearing you whimper. I love hearing your cries of pain..." he grunts.

He thrusts harder, grunts louder and suddenly you feel a warmth inside you that you don't want to feel. Your thighs begin to tremble. A moan wants to push through your lips, but you bite down hard on them. But Daemon senses that your climax is near, as your cunt begins to clench around his cock.

"Filthy whore..." Daemon grunts. But again a grin appears on his face.

He thrusts harder and you squirm, trying to escape him, trying not to feel this pleasure.

"You poor sweet innocent niece. Why do you have to pretend you don't like it?" you hear him say, the smirk never leaving his face.

You feel him deep inside you with every thrust. His breathing only a panting, but he does not let up.

You feel that you can't stop it, you're about to come.

"Noooo...", you cry out, "I hate it," you whimper.

But Daemon only grunts loudly as he thrusts violently and repeatedly. His hand squeezes your throat tightly, his knees press against your thighs to open them even wider, to thrust even deeper. With each thrust he pushes against your womb and you can't help but cry out.

He leans even closer to you and whispers in your ear.

"You love this, sweet niece. You love the way I take you. You love the way it hurts," he whispers almost gently. But his thrusts make it clear that he is anything but gentle.

"No..." you cry out again.

But then your eyes roll into the back of your head. You feel the heat spreading through your abdomen and you come, moaning involuntarily. Your cunt clenches hard around his cock and literally pulls him in even deeper.

Daemon can't hold it in anymore, groaning loudly and squirting his hot seed deep inside you. He breathes heavily and his hips try to keep thrusting, but they start to get sloppy.

You feel the warm white liquid fill you and with his slow thrusts he prevents the seed from leaking out again. Breathing heavily, you look at your uncle, not daring to speak. Your bodies covered in sweat, your womb filled with his seed.

He looks at you viciously and leans forward, "And when you wake up tomorrow, you'll think it was all a dream... or maybe even a nightmare," his soft whisper rings out.

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no second thoughts.

synopsis ﹒if your big brother doesn’t care enough about you . . then why not bang his friend to make him care ! ?

pairings ﹒ step brother!alhaitham x fem!reader x big brother’s best friend!kaveh (modern au me thinks)

cw ﹒suggestive (a little long n rushed). TW: stepcest ! read at your own risk. not proofread (so sorry if it doesn’t make sense on some parts oopsies) this is all consensual. meanie ! al haitham aaa, t!tplay, use of petnames (princess, baby, etc) al haitham is a meanie lowk, al haitham is a lil rough w u :((, a lil degrading, dirty talk !

note ﹒aaa aaa AAAA thinkin’ sm.. thinkin’ sm.. the demons won me over once again fellas . . i’ve lost another battle sighsssss . . i had 2 rewrite sm times cuz i didn’t like how it went n all that aaa ALSO ! i made the texts smaller cuz this is soooo long 🥹 + i’m lowk proud of how this one turned out so reblogs appreciated ! requests are still closed so i will only accept thirsts if u wanna send in some, or u can just interact w me ! — millie ♡

you’ve tried all methods to get al haitham to notice you at-least . . why didn’t any of those methods work anyways ?! you both agreed to have this . . secret relationship with each other, and do very “secret” things no one could no about, at least that’s what he said. you knew it was wrong, he might’ve too.. but you both really couldn’t control your undying lust for each other like this, especially if you both lived in the same house and saw each other everyday. this was wrong, it was . . but you two weren’t blood related so it’s fine, he says. but still, it still felt wrong whenever al haitham was bullying his huge cock into your cunt, whispering that you could take him just fine. in other words, your relationship with al haitham is a hassle to understand and comprehend. it felt wrong but . . you both never delved into it too much. he was being so nice and sweet to you a few weeks ago, what happened to that? why was he suddenly being so cold?

you didn’t understand it at all, you just wanted to be close with him. could he . . . have been all nice with you just to make you dependent on him? you didn’t know.

poor poor you . . you need his attention nearly half of the time! you craved it even! you began to debate about what he said, sure yeah . . you were his precious little sister and he wouldn’t dare let anyone else touch you. you can’t help it, you just need his attention . . but how come he’s always treating you this way? why was he treating you like someone lower than he is? it’s not fair.. it wasn’t fair. you tried your hardest to get his attention these past few days and weeks, walking around the house with only his shirt clinging onto your figure with none of your undergarments present.. your nipples poking out of your shirt while you hummed and walked around, bare underneath for al haitham to see. you only wanted him to notice you, you wanted him to give you the attention you needed. you’d even let him fuck you raw on the kitchen counter if that’s what he wanted! but yet, none of those methods have worked on him . . .

you were in your room, sobbing against the softness of your pillow as your lips were formed in a small pout . . you hated being ignored, especially if it’s by al haitham. you laid there with cheek pressed up against the pillow, one leg over your blanket. the only thing that could be heard from your room are faint sobs and cries, tears pouring down your cheeks.

then, you heard your door creak open.

glancing over your shoulder, your eyes widened before sitting up properly, wiping your sweet tears off your face. “al haitham!” you spoke, grinning as he made his way over to you. “what’s up with you?” he says, his voice was nonchalant as always. “i could hear you all the way from my room.” you could feel your smile fading from his coldness towards you. ah, he’s still the same. you wiped your tears before crawling closer to him, clinging onto his arm as you rested on his bicep. ‘i just want your attention’ is what you wanted to say, but no.. you couldn’t. you would never admit that to him no matter how much you wanted to. you tugged on his arm with a little hum, looking up at him. “i . . it’s nothing, really. i’m alright.”

he hummed, glancing down at you before cocking a brow . . his expression still blank as he opened his mouth to speak, words that you never expected to hear. but wanted to. “wanna fuck?”

you sniffled, wiping your tears one last time before you stared at him, blinking at his words. “. . huh?”

“i said, wanna fuck?” he spoke again. “maybe that’ll make you feel better, yeah? c’mere baby.”

—

and there you were, face planted down against the pillow you were crying on earlier before . . loud sounds of skin slapping against each other was one of the only things you could hear, his balls slapped against your ass as his large hands had such a death grip on your hips, he was rough . . you had to admit. but yet, you kept thinking to yourself . . you wanted comfort, you needed al haitham’s comfort. you didn’t need this but you accepted anyway. choked moans were left muffled as your head was further pushed down against the bed, al haitham’s thrusts grew more rougher and deeper as the minutes passed . . it was clear to you that he had no intention of comforting you at all. no . . he was only using you for pleasure at this rate. “mmh . . you like this, huh? you like when your brother fucks you hard to relieve your stress, isn’t that right?” he whispered in your ear, inhaling the scent of your hair as his other hand reached down to rub your clit in a circular motion, licking his lips as he down on the blade of your shoulder. “fuck . . you’re such a sweet girl, are you? taking your brother’s cock like it’s nothing. taking it like the good slut you are.” he flipped your body over to face him, grabbing your knees as he forcefully pressed them down against your chest, squishing your breasts as your eyes rolled back to the back of your head, tongue lolling out in pleasure while his thrusts quickened, you were sure he was gonna break you at this rate. “naughty girl . . look at you, letting your brother fuck you as he pleases.”

this new position allowed al haitham to access more of your deepest areas, areas you never knew could even be explored by his cock! you whined as you felt his hands on your cheeks, pressing them together. “tell me, why were you crying earlier?” he brought his hand down from your face, pressing them down against the bulge on your stomach as he could feel himself going in and out of your slick pussy. “i-i just..” you whimpered, trying to ignore how good his cock felt pounding into you like that. swallowing the lump in your throat, you finally spoke up once again. “you.. ah— you’re being so cold to me lately, al haitham . . it’s making mmh! me think otherwise of our relationship, i don’t wanna . . keep going on like this with you if you’re hah!— gonna treat me like i’m nothing to you” you admit. you were half expecting him to kiss you and pamper you all over, but that all changed when you could feel his thrusts quickie even more. god.. you had to admit, his stamina was insane. “so you want me to act differently towards you? is that what you’re implying?”

“mmn.. if it means you stop being so cold to me, then yes . . that’s exactly what i’m asking fo— ah!” he pinched your nipples, shutting you up completely . . all that left his mouth were low chuckles. “i’m not being cold to you, i’m just acting like my usual self. if you expected me to kiss you, spoil you and pamper you whenever and wherever you please, you’re simply mistaken.” he gave your ass a light slap at that, before you cut him off. “but— hah! it’s not fair, al haitham . . why are you treating me like i’m nothing? i don’t get how you can just— hng . . fuck me and act like you don’t know me the day afterwards!” you could feel the tension in the air, and in his thrusts as he flipped you over again, immediately shoving his cock back in your pussy with a loud slap. “and i don’t get how you can’t shut the fuck up.” he grabbed a fistful of your hair, threading his fingers through your locks as he pulled you towards his chest as his cock proceeded to ram itself into you roughly, sweat trailing down your body while putting a hand over your mouth. “maybe i could shut you up if i breed this little pussy to the brim, huh? do you want me to do that? fill you up with my cum?” your eyes widened, as much as you loved your brother . . you didn’t want him doing anything as far as breeding you and filling you up, let alone . . getting you pregnant. “do i have to fuck my cum into you to get you to shut up? make you stop questioning my methods of caring for you?” he didn’t care about you like you cared about him. you knew that. so why was he even . .

his thrusts were starting to be more rougher and harsh now, but not enough to hurt you. “don’t you love your big brother, [name]? you love him right? why are you questioning his way of showing he cares for you, huh?” he whispered in your ear. your back arched at his words, you could almost feel just how tight your cunt was sucking him in at this rate. “you don’t want me to leave you don’t you? leave you in the streets with nothing but a pretty pussy for anyone to fuck, you don’t want anyone else’s dick in this slutty cunt now, do you?”

that’s the thing. you didn’t want him to leave you.

you shook your head furiously at the thought of him coming inside of you and leaving you in the streets for another person to take, you tried to tell him you didn’t want that but his hand only tightened around your mouth. “good, then don’t bother questioning about any of my acts of care for you. you know i love you, so just be a good girl and take my cock whenever and wherever i want, yeah? be a good little slut and don’t question your brother’s can you do that for me?” he was only saying that to put you over the edge and cling onto him more . . but did you realize that? not really. you sobbed as you nodded, trying to endure the soreness of your back and lower half when he released your hair, pulling out of your drenched pussy as he came all over your ass, stroking cock at an awfully fast pace . . your face scrunched as you could even feel some of his essence leaking from your ass and down to your bedsheets you cleaned earlier. “there, feel better now?” he asked. ‘no, i don’t.’ was what you wanted to say, but you held your tongue . . you were too exhausted to protest anyways.

—

your body was sore, you needed al haitham’s comfort and his attention . . but he was oblivious and never gave you what you truly wanted, you were getting tired of how his automatic response to comforting you is by fucking you into oblivion, you cursed at yourself for liking it . . you cursed yourself for even enjoying the way his cock pushes itself deep inside your velvet walls, you hated how you hated it, his methods to be exact. he was comforting you right? that’s what he told you, he was only making you feel better and this is his only way of comforting you, right? no. you knew this was another one of his tactics, and you always hated these tactics . . no matter how much you wanted to snap at him for disregarding your feelings and you as a whole, you couldn’t. he always found ways convincing you what he was doing was right when it wasn’t.

it has been awhile since that last session you both had, and yet again . . he began to ignore you once more. you knew it was coming but it infuriates you how much he doesn’t care about you as much as you care about him. so . . you tried something. when al haitham left the house one day, you managed to invite his friend, kaveh over. kaveh himself surprisingly knew of al haitham’s way of thinking since he was friends with him long before he met you, so it only made sense that he gave you advice and asked you if his behaviour improved. you were sitting on your bed, sniffling as kaveh had a hand on your shoulder. the blonde was much more nicer and gentler with you than al haitham was, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief whenever al haitham himself brought kaveh over after hanging out with him. you felt more comfortable and safe with your big brother’s best friend more than you could ever imagine. “you okay now, princess? i’m sorry he’s acting this way towards you but it’s just how he is, you can’t just magically stop someone from acting how they usually act, you get me?” his soft voice.. his reassurance. kaveh was your own personal safe haven.

as safe as you felt with kaveh, kaveh never knew or even found out about your dirty little secret and relationship you had with al haitham, not like you wanted him to know. the blonde only thought of this as friendly sibling feud, al haitham being nonchalant towards his doting little sister while you’re over here trying to get him to treat you properly as his sibling by asking his friend for some advice! oh . . he could have never been so wrong, it was more than that. but yet .. who knows if he ever found out one day? will he . . leave you? you knew it was wrong to even act like this towards your own step brother, but you two weren’t blood related so . . maybe he would be a bit weirded out but— no! you couldn’t bare to have kaveh leave you, not when he’s your only source of comfort. you wouldn’t dare to even tell him anything about you and al haitham’s dirty relationship with each other . . you wouldn’t dare.

“maybe we can try a different method . . ? i don’t know.” you mumbled, leaning closer against him. kaveh could feel himself scoot a little to give you more space and to prevent himself from getting too into your personal space. “maybe we could . . do it?” you suggested, earning a choked cough from the blonde. “i— what? are you implying what i think you are?” he wasn’t sure if he heard you correctly . . but he thought about it. it’s risky, yes . . but will it really work? sure, he thought you were sweet and only viewed you as his friends little sister but. . was this really right? “yeah . . i’m suggesting that we should do it.”

“princess are you sure? you don’t have to force yourself to do it just because you want him to notice you, it’s risky . .” kaveh whispered that last line under his breath, patting your shoulder. “he’s definitely gonna kill us, angel. are you really really sure you wanna risk it just to get his dumb head going?” without warning, you caught your lips with his as you put a hand on his thigh, lifting yourself up gently as you kissed him with passion. well . . that answered his question pretty quickly. you wanted this alright, and you were showing him exactly how much you wanted it. in a blink of an eye, you were pinned down against the soft sheets of your bed, kaveh’s hands slowly trailed up your flesh. the architect gazed up at you with those pretty eyes of his, pretty eyes you wanted to be on you forever. “you’re positive right, gorgeous? you want me to touch you? no second thoughts?” “no second thoughts.”

that was kaveh’s green light.

a kind smile spread across kaveh’s face at your green light. it seemed you really were an impatient girl. "you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you gorgeous? my little naughty girl." the blonde male chuckled before he leaned and kissed your neck slowly and sensually, slipping his hands inside your shirt as he cupped your tits while pulling at your nipple, your body needed this contact . . your body needed someone to touch it and kaveh will gladly be that person to fulfill its wishes. “naughty naughty girl you are, mhm?” he coos as his lips gently traced your skin, leaving a trail of tingles on your neck. “mhm.. get on with it already kaveh, ‘want you to fuck me now.” a chuckle rumbled in his chest with satisfaction, knowing he had won. "and who am i to deny this princess’ request?" you could almost sense the lust in his voice, his tone still full of seduction almost as the hand he had on your cheek gently slid down towards your neck, slowly rubbing it as his lips moved downwards, lifting up your shirt. kaveh was skilled with his mouth, you knew that. your body jolted as you could feel his mouth attach itself onto your long neglected nipple, placing soft kisses on the spot his hand was, sending shivers down your spine. kaveh’s tongue worked wonders on your nipples, his other two fingers tugging and rubbing at the other.

your breath hitched feeling the tips of kaveh’s fingers running along your plushy thighs, lifting your skirt up all the way to your stomach, pushing your underwear aside as he rubbed the slit of your pussy with two fingers, feeling your wetness on his fingers. “you’re awfully wet. you really do get all riled up way too quick, princess.” his eyes couldn’t help but wander seeing how hard your nipples gotten from his sucking and fondling. his mouth caged around your hardened nipple once more, forcing an angelic whine to leave your pretty lips. he loved the noises you made, especially if he was the one making you feel good. the blonde architect kept this up, suckling on your tits like there’s no tomorrow while his other hand toyed with the other breast. he hummed softly before letting his slender digits enter your pretty pussy, adding another finger almost immediately afterwards. “you want me to fuck you just as good as anyone else has, gorgeous?” he rubbed your fingers in a circular motion. he knew you were at his mercy, and he loved every second of it . . your moans, you little whines, your jolts and slight flinches to his touch, he loved them too.

although . .

i don’t think the person peeking through the gap of the door would think otherwise anyway.

[lxndonorris]

wearing his clothes - Charles Leclerc

Y/N x Charles Leclerc Theme: Smutish Charles catches you wearing his clothes, and he needs to put in some work to get it back x word count: 1900 taglist: @game-set-canet open for requests :)

In the soft glow of the bedroom, you open the closet, looking at a display of your boyfriend's clothes. Charles owns so many pretty clothes, but one item in particular caught your attention once he brought it back from his latest photoshoot.

A beautiful black leather jacket, slim fit, tight—just the way he and you like it. Charles sent you the pictures right after the shoot, but seeing him actually wear those clothes blew your mind.

Right now, he is busy getting ready for a boy's night out with his closest friends. You saw him through the open door, running his fingers through his hair and styling it—a beautiful sight. You assume, as much as he loves that jacket, that he wants to wear it tonight.

At the same time, you know how much he loves seeing you wearing his clothes, and you want to use that to your advantage by teasing him a little and putting him in the right mood for today.

Looking through his closet, you find a few gorgeous jackets and designer clothes, and all of them tickle your fancy. However, that leather jacket is what you need.

"There you are." You carefully take it out of the closet and look at it. What a beautiful piece of clothing!

Just then, you hear his voice echo through the hallway. "Y/N? Have you seen my rings?" Charles exclaimed.

With a coy smile, you drape his leather jacket over your shoulders and slip inside, one arm at a time, savoring your boyfriend's familiar scent that envelopes you. The supple material embraces you, carrying his scent like a secret promise.

You catch a glimpse of yourself inside the mirror, his jacket hanging just right, accentuating the contours of your figure. The soft hum of anticipation fills the room as you hear footsteps approaching. Turning around to watch the doorhandle move, the jacket sets comfortably against your skin.

The door eases open, revealing him, his hair nicely done, his sweater, pants, and shoes flattering his well-formed physique perfectly.

"Y/N. I found the rings." Charles soft voice fills the room when his gaze falls upon you. Instantly, his eyes widen with surprise, and a grin forms on his lips. "Oh, hello." He says, casually leaning with one arm against the doorframe, as your focus shifts to the bulging biceps barely hidden underneath the fabric of his sweater.

"Hey." You lift your chin slightly and raise both of your eyebrows. His jacket makes you feel so comfortable, tough even. Running a hand through your hair, you strike a little pose, holding on to the jacket, when you catch him biting his lower lip.

"Well, aren't you a sight?" Charles remarks, his eyes lingering on the way the jacket clings to you.

You can't resist a mischievous smile, wearing that jacket like a trophy. "Thanks, babé." You tilt your head teasingly, enjoying how much his gaze devours all of you.

Charles licks his lips as his eyes linger on your chest, and subconsciously, he places a hand at his pecs and strokes himself before letting it run down his entire chest.

"That looks better on you than it does on me." He teased his voice, carrying a mischievous tone.

You feel a flush of warmth as his admiration becomes palpable. He closes the distance, his fingers tracing the edge of the jacket, and the touch a gentle caress.

"You really make it look so much better than I ever could." He admits that his voice low and appreciative.

The tension rises between the two of you as he moves even closer. The faint scent of his cologne grows stronger once he leans in to you, his soft lips barely brushing over your cheeks before he lets out a deep breath.

"Fuck. You're so hot." Charles' hands wander down to your waist, securely holding you in place. A spark of electricity rushes through your veins as you open your mouth, letting out a breathless sigh.

"Charles." You mouth, placing a hand at his firm chest, tracing the tangible outlines of his pecs through his tight clothes.

He breathes down your neck, surely holding back a low moan himself. "Y/N." Charles whispers, and you lean your head back in response.

"How about a trade?" You propose, gently stroking his chest. His muscles are tensing slightly, getting harder by the second.

He slowly separates himself, just enough for you to still feel his warmth against your cheek. "What do you have in mind?" Charles chuckles under his breath, both of his hands still at your waist, stroking you with his thumbs.

You lean in, steadying yourself against his frame with both of your hands. "A kiss for your favorite jacket?" Teasingly, you meet his burning gaze.

At the sound of your words, a mischievous smirk forms in the corner of his lips."

Y/N." He frowns. "I cannot decline that offer."

His eyes sparkle with a mixture of amusement and desire, and without hesitation, he closes the distance between you. The warmth of his lips meets yours in a sweet exchange, sealing the deal.

Once or twice, you kiss each other, embracing each other again and again. The tension engulfs both of you as you move even closer. His hands run along your waist, resting and caressing your butt, while yours run down his chest, feeling his toned body tense underneath his sweater.

But you won't stop there yet. In the heat of the moment, you cannot help but run a hand to his crotch, feeling his desire building up, forming a tangible bulge inside his pants.

He flinches once you touch and feel him, encouraging him to rock his hips against the palm of your hand.

"Mhmmm." Charles purrs right into your mouth as you close your eyes, fully embracing this moment.

"You like that, huh?" You tease once again and lean your head back, enjoying the smug grin spreading across his entire face. He narrows his eyes and lifts his chin as well, while you keep on teasing him with your fingers.

There is no need for more words. Both of you know that he's into that, enjoying you making the first move. Charles just shakes his head in amusement, a bright smile on his lips.

"You're one to talk." He says it with a playful tone.

Before you can react, however, he easily picks you up.

"Charles." You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Both of you giggle now as he carries you toward the bed. You hold on tight, hugging him with your arms and legs.

Gently, he puts you down on the soft mattress before he climbs on top of you, his body towering over yours.

"You're enjoying that, huh?" Charles smirks, his accent coming through a little.

Your eyes wander to his necklace, now hanging in the air just inches above your chest. The two of you are breathing quickly, barely able to catch your breath.

Nodding, you embrace him once he bends down, kissing you again and again while grinding his hips against your thighs.

Your whole body tingles in excitement, but you tilt your head to breathe deeply.

"Fuck. Charles." You let out a low groan when he starts placing kisses all over your neck.

Then, however, he stops.

"I need to go now." Charles places a hand at your neck, tracing your jawline with his fingers, before caressing your cheeks lovingly.

"I know." You lean into his soft touch, feeling his cold rings on your skin.

He helps you off the bed, reaching for your hand.

Lovingly, Charles starts to undress you, one arm at a time, you let go of his leather jacket. You enjoy feeling his hands run all over your upper body. Naturally, he uses this to his advantage, touching you and your boobs gently as well.

Giggling, you turn around, and your eyes meet again. This time, it is more playful, yet you're longing for his gentle touch, his warm embrace, and his lips on yours. Your heart is still racing, and you know he is feeling the same. Charles keeps on touching himself, stroking his chest, his tummy, and his bulge multiple times.

With a grin, he slips into the jacket that had just adorned me moments before. The material molds to his frame, accentuating his broad shoulders and making him look effortlessly good. You watch with a mix of curiosity and delight as he adjusts the collar, clearly enjoying the familiar comfort.

Charles then turns to you, a playful glint in his eyes. "How do I look?" He asks, striking the same pose as in the photoshoot.

Of course, he knows how well he looks. His strong yet slim frame looks so good as he strokes his chest through the fabric of his jacket. All of his clothes flatter him perfectly, but his pants are now unable to hide his desire.

A chuckle escapes you. "Surprisingly good, considering it's my turn to admire now." You reply, appreciating the sight of him wearing the jacket with a newfound allure.

He walks toward you, a swagger in his step, and wraps his arms around you, the jacket providing another layer of warmth. The scent lingers in your nose, making you lick your lips once.

"Maybe you should borrow it more often." He suggests, his lips curving into a charming smile.

You kiss him softly before he pulls away once more, walking over to the mirror, admiring his own reflection.

He runs a hand through his groomed beard, seemingly enjoying himself. When you catch him touching himself, his bulge firmly.

"We should finish that later." You raise your eyebrows again.

Curiously, he turns around, one hand still on his length and the other stroking his own chest.

"Oh, that sounds so good." His accent is still present as his rough voice fills the air all around you.

A soft smile plays on your lips as you take in the way he carries himself, the jacket adding a touch of rugged charm to his appearance. The dim light in the room cast a subtle glow on his features, emphasizing the allure of the moment.

Lost in admiration, you meet his eyes and whisper, "You look incredible in that jacket," letting the unspoken tension linger in the air.

The exchange of glances speaks volumes—a silent acknowledgement of the attraction that went beyond the fabric of the jacket, creating a connection that feels both intimate and exhilarating.

Charles closes the distance again, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss followed by a warm, tight hug.

As he prepares to leave for the night, the air between you holds a subtle tension—a mix of longing and anticipation. He adjusts the jacket one last time, a confident smile on his lips.

You stand there, watching him with a longing gaze, wishing he would just stay now so you could extend this moment of intimacy.

Your eyes meet, and in that moment of lingering intensity, words seem unnecessary. The exchanged glances convey a myriad of emotions—affection, desire, and a touch of playfulness.

"I love you." Charles says softly, kissing you again.

"I love you too." You trace his jawline with two fingers, enjoying how his stubble tickles your skin. "Enjoy yourself, will you?" Patting his chest gently, you paint a coy smile on his lips.

With one last longing look, he leaves for the night.

[digitalro]

DID I TELL YOU THAT IMY

geto x f! reader | part smau

part 1 | part 2 (not proofread)

"Y/n?"

The voice stopped you in your tracks. You hadn't expected to run into any of your peers during the sports day—much less hoped to, especially not after what happened at the infirmary, you couldn’t trust yourself to not burst into tears at any interaction.

It was Sukuna, he grabbed your shoulder, turning you around. His expression shortly contorted into amusement, alongside his blue haired friend.

"Wait, you're crying?" His tone was almost condescending.

You sighed and wiped away whatever there was. "Sorry. Looking at your face elicits unfathomable pity in me."

He hummed. "Is this about your little loser boyfriend?”

You shot him a disapproving look.

"Sorry but you will have to mind your business. And he's not my boyfriend." You mumbled, turning around to continue on your path.

"So disrespectful." His companion, mahito, instigated. The two uninvitedly followed behind you, despite your clear disinterest in their company.

Suddenly, a voice caught the attention of the three of you. It was one of the memebers of the basketball club, you recognized. He hurried down the stairwell.

"Sukuna!" He jogged up in a rush and slid to his knees. "They need your for basketball! Please, we need to win."

You've always known Sukuna and whoever associated with him were the strangest, but each interaction of his that you witnessed only added to your amusement. You were lucky that for some reason, ever since a failed ding dong ditch ended up with you being held captive by them, they've been 'friendly' with you.

Mean, yes, but never malicious, which was the kindest Sukuna could be. They would bother you and your friends from time to time.

He huffed in. "Right." He then looked back at you and grinned. "I'll be back later. We're hanging."

You dismissed him with a forced smile and a wave. "Sure, bye."

You'll just lock your room.

The three started walking back upstairs, Sukuna striding pridefully as Mahito and their third hyped him up.

“Weirdos.” You turned your back and headed to your dorm.

°°°°

1:15 AM

The door knocked a few times.

You laughed to yourself. This wasn't your roommate Nobara, she told you she'd be busy fitting her fashion project on Maki in her dorm before her deadline. 

This had to be Sukuna, and in all honesty, you weren't in the mood for him at all. You still hadn’t responded to Geto's texts and never felt a bigger need to be alone with your thoughts at the moment.

You exhaled sharply and sat up from your floor, then looked to your right, toward the window. There you had Sukuna and Mahito, clinging to your window like some sort of circus show.

You could almost cry at the sight, for now, you decided to channel Helen Keller, lying back down and ignoring them as much as your brain allowed you to.

Maybe if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you.

It worked great until Sukuna started banging violently with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. At one in the morning. How did they even get up there? Your dorm was on the second floor.

You rushed up to climb onto your bed to let them in. As you did so, they leaped inside with no hesitation.

“Mind being any louder?” You asked.

And Mahito did, going back to bang twice more on the window before you threatened to shut it on his hands.

"Took you long enough." Sukuna muttered sassily, brushing past you onto the floor, followed by the blue-head. You closed it after they got in.

You shrugged, sitting back on your bed. The two of them lingered, taking in the mood as they gazed at you. Were they waiting for you to say something?

"What?" You asked.

"Aw, she's depressed," Mahito said, grabbing the drum sticks he spotted at your nightside table and placing one at either corner of your mouth. He dragged them upwards to pair a big smile with your growing frown. It made you look uncanny.

"Welcome to earth," he chuckled, his laughter fueled further by the slight twitch in the corners of Sukuna's mouth.

"Shut the fuck up." You swatted his hands away.

Sukuna stretched his arms. "So, you want to head out now or in an hour?"

"I'm not going anywhere." You stood up from your bed, ready to kick them out.

"Okay, now or in half an hour?"

You raised a brow. Was he serious?

"Is your major really business? This is not how you negotiate," you said.

"Haha!" Mahito laughed, humorously shoving your shoulder, you stumbled a little and frowned at the pest. "This is why he's a fifth-year. Super senior!"

He received a whack to the head in the middle of his burst of joy, rendering him unconscious. He was lucky that he fell towards the center of the room, without hitting your desk or any other furniture.

Your mouth slightly gaped as you looked at Sukuna.

"What the fuck, Sukuna?" You looked at Mahito, now passed out on the floor.

"I'm not negotiating," he said, bored. "Either come out or find out."

You knew better than to find out from him.

You looked between Sukuna and his fallen sidekick. He was already at your room's door. He sighed at the look on your face and sent you a dismissive wave. "If he's worthy, he'll live."

You didn't argue and followed him out of your dorm. Sukuna's strides were fast, especially while descending the stairwell of the huge modern dormitory building, surrounded by windows everywhere. They displayed a gorgeous view at sunsets.

"Can you slow down?" You begrudgingly asked, closing your eyes and fastening your pace.

"Can't keep up?" He asked you over his shoulder.

"Why else would I fucking ask you to slow down?" You responded boldly, your fear only settled in when you bumped into his back. You looked up at him nervously, "Just kidding, friend."

But his attention wasn't on you, you followed his eyes, which gazed outside the huge window, into the big dormitory garden.

He had his eyes on two certain people in the distance below, in the beginning of the path Geto and you took to your secret spot.

What about his texts? Was he thinking of meeting you with her on his side?

"Look." Sukuna grinned. "He's cheating on you with your friend?" He sighed, roughening your hair like a dog. "Humans are so lowly."

You could almost roll your eyes at the sight. What kept your sanity in check was the fact it appeared one-sided, with Leia, his former project partner, hanging onto him as he gazed at his phone, unmoving. They were starting to move in the direction of the little pond you usually hung around.

Sukuna's words then registered and you looked at him as he turned to you. "Leia? Leia's not my friend. And I told you he's not my boyfriend."

Sukuna raised a brow, putting his hands back in his pockets. "She's not?"

Your eyes turned back to the two. "I only had a class with her, like, last semester."

"Strange." He muttered. "Anyhow, keep moving sloth." He kicked the back of your knees as he brushed past, you glared at him and followed him down the stairs.

You have new messages

nobara

friend

DID YOU KILL MOJITO?

why's the corpse in your room

he's decomposing already...

you

dw that's just his stench

will take care of it ☺️

nobara

i'm not even gonna ask

I'm headed back to maki's, I thought I'd come drag you along so you don't mope all day but have fun on your endeavors

I brought the quiches we made earlier. They're on the kitchen counter.

love you

You

LOVE YOU

tell maki i said hi

Eventually, you reached Sukuna's destination. The great 24-hour GS24 store. You often came here with Geto. Walking into the brightly-lit convenience store, you greeted the clerk as he greeted you.

He paused, then looked at you. “I'm feeling sweet. Ice cream or taiyaki?"

You pondered for a second. "Taiyaki."

"Ice cream." He declared, heading towards the freezers. You sighed and followed suit.

There were a lot of options, you remembered how you had planned getting the peelable banana ice cream at your next trip with Geto.

He said he wasn’t a big fan of bananas, but agreed that it would be a fun one to try.

That same night, the clerk gave the two of you three bananas, you had yours and couldn’t stomach another. So Geto decided to half peel it and leave it out for whatever animal would like it. He placed the second down beside him.

“We don’t have monkeys here, though.” You crouched down, next to him.

He looked at you and smiled. “We do.”

“Really?”

“One right here.” He poked at your cheek. “Cutest monkey I know.”

You scoffed out laughing, “Fuck off.”

There was a sudden beam of light reflecting on the wall before you. “Who’s out there?”

The two of you shared an alarmed look, it was the dormitory watchman. This was why you preferred staying around the pond, he seemed to hate the bugs it brought, and the walk uphill around it.

“Hurry.” He grabbed you by the hand and started running, hiding the two of you behind a tree around the bushes. Lucky for the two of you, the area wasn’t lit up too brightly.

The two of you sat down, he put a finger on your lips and brought your head towards him to aid him peek around, behind you. Your heart raced at the proximity, but you took that opportunity to look at him. You wondered if he knew how much the moonlight complimented his features.

As he turned around the corner running, and panic started running through your veins, he suddenly slipped on the banana with his feet flying directly above his head, before connecting with the floor.

He let out a loud scream that Suguru later told you resembled the one in Tom & Jerry, whenever tom had a brick chucked at him, or an offense of that sort.

You snorted a laugh so hard, it could have had you found out had he not been immobilized. Suguru looked back at you and couldn’t resist the smile on your face as he slowly started laughing himself.

“You’re gonna be the end of us. Let’s go.” He chuckled at your laughing form, head bending over into his chest, laughing and barely able to get up, at least not without collapsing right back.

Having a higher sense of survival, he hauled you over his shoulder and ran towards the front entrance of the building.

The following day, you found the other banana half-eaten, Suguru told you that he must have woken up hungry.

You smiled to yourself at the memory, but it was wiped as quickly as it formed.

Sukuna grabbed the new peach-shaped ice cream. It was vanilla inside, covered with a hard colored chocolate coating in the shape of a peach. He then knocked on your head, showing you his choice. You knew he'd decide on what he wanted in the end, no matter your opinion. So you nodded—partly absentminded. It was only luck that it was one you wanted to try.

Sukuna feigned disgust. "Stop thinking about them. You'll get him back. You're spending time with me now. You know how lucky you are?”

"Lucky? Sukuna," You started. "You’re the vilest human I've ever had the misfortune of crossing paths with."

You should've known that he would only take it as a compliment telling you that he knew. You then acknowledged his choice.

"Oh!" You grabbed one out of his hands. "I've seen that one online. I thought it was more expensive, though. You have money like that?"

He shrugged and grabbed another, satisfied with your reaction, and closed the freezer door. "Of course, five dollars is a grand amount for the poverty-stricken like you."

"At least I'm not no-hoes stricken." He spared you a blank stare. You motioned zipping your mouth. You almost crossed the line there.

After getting your ice creams, he instructed you to get sandwiches for him and you, maybe this wasn’t that bad. You decided on the chicken teriyaki sandos and the soft mochi buns.

After grabbing your choices, you handed him the stuff at check out and filled time with mindless talk and banter as he paid.

As you attempted to dig into your ice cream, he violently dug his spoon into the upper layer of your dessert, breaking the beautiful shape and leaving you with a destroyed mess.

"Sukuna!" You scolded, in absolute distress at what he caused.

CLICK!

He looked at the picture and let out a devious laugh. "You look like someone murdered your family.”

You only glared at him, the clerk sharing the same sentiment as he shook his head.

His laughter shortly subdued and he grabbed yours out of your hands. “Relaaax, don’t go crazy on me now.”

He handed you his ice cream, in pristine condition. You squinted your eyes at him as you accepted it.

“Happy now?”

“Yes.” He reached out to grab a plastic bag from the counter behind you, you quickly hid your dessert away as you turned your entire body from him.

“No!” Your blood hurling scream escalated into genuine laughter as he retracted his hands, realizing what he was actually reaching for. Your ice cream was safe.

“Jesus christ, woman! It’s all yours.” He grabbed the plastic bag. “Let’s go now.”

As the two of you turned to the entrance to head back to campus, you found Leia and Geto standing there.

You felt your heart stop in your chest, the smile you shared with Sukuna fading away.

Geto's eyes narrowed at the sight of Sukuna with you. Smiles were plastered on your faces, and bags shared between you. You seemed to be having fun. Sukuna glanced at Leia and she glanced at you.

"Y/n, you're here? Suguru and I were waiting for you." She slightly pouted, sparing a glance at Suguru, who was only looking at you. His expression between dejection and confusion.

"Hey," he said quietly.

“Hi.” You responded back, your tone neutral, despite the burning urge to sock his companion in the face, and the feeling of shame of standing in front of him, doing what the two of you used to do.

“You feeling better? I thought you couldn’t come out.” You couldn’t detect the tone in his voice—sad, disappointed, angry? Maybe bits of each.

But you were confused. You never responded to his texts nor tell him you couldn’t be outside, or anything of the sort. “What do you mean?”

Leia quickly tugged on his sleeve. “Oh my god! You wanna get like one of those?” She pointed at the ice cream in your hands. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you restrained yourself from doing anything to her.

Sukuna groaned. "We wouldn't love to keep talking, we've got things to do." He grabbed you by the hood despite your protests and headed for the exit, brushing you two past them, Geto's eyes remained on yours as you left the store and finally turned away.

Once outside, you scoffed, on the verge of tearing up from sheer frustration. "Who does she think she is? She’s doing this on purpose.”

Sukuna took a spoonful of his ice cream. "Have you seen any of her recent posts?"

"Yeah.” You dug into yours. "Only her spam account. I've never seen her actual account." You started thinking, slowing down as you did. “Wait, did she block me?”

Sukuna grinned. "You're catching on."

Your steps halted, so did his. "Can you be normal and tell me what's going on? Is she saying stuff about me? Wait, to him?"

He resumed walking and so did you, anticipating an answer.

"Shut up and eat your ice cream. She’s not posting about you, don’t worry. She’s just fucking weird, you’ll see.”

The next day came, and for some reason, Sukuna decided to accompany you to class.

"Buzz off Sukuna. You’re not even in this class." You groaned as he followed you, attempting to lose him and shooing him away wasn't working, so now, you were stuck with him.

"No. Keep moving." You navigated through the lecture room. You didn't even realize you missed the row Geto and Leia were sitting on because you were busy swatting his hands off.

You took out your notes, and looked to your left, the section of the class where Geto and you usually sat. That was before the partner projects, where you just had to be out with a cold the day the algebra professor assigned partners.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna sat the two of you two rows in front of the two you were avoiding.

You had Leia in your forensics class last semester, and she did not leave a good impression on you to say the least. Naturally, it was a surprise when he was filling you in during what became your last night out with him.

Ever since that day, you steered clear from them. There was discomfort in being wi to the two of them, you knew with her you’d be a third.

You decided you’d come to class late and text him telling him you were seated at the back of the class, this happened for two classes before you stopped attending. Because you realized that she decided she’d sit with him for the remainder of the semester.

It was one time the three of you hung out, and you were not a fan of the environment the brunette brought with her. You couldn’t be yourself, you couldn’t talk to him without a comment from her making you feel stupid about something. You felt like a third amongst them.

That day, you excused yourself early, and ever since then, after telling him you were busy, he kept hanging out with her. You were upset, but you knew it wasn’t his fault, he could hang out with who he wanted.

But within two days, he stopped asking you to hang out, or when you’d be free, or even suggesting to hang out alone, just the two of you.

You weren’t entirely sure why you never straight up told him, that you weren’t comfortable with Leia being there. You didn’t want to, especially since you were only his friend too. He was free to be friends with whoever he liked, you thought.

Now you were starting to regret not telling him anything.

You only told him you were busy, and for 2 weeks, you watched your lectures online.

Until today. There was a pop quiz coming up next week, and you could not afford to self-study the new material as well.

You quickly realized that your 2 week absence was the biggest mistake you made, it could have solidified the bond that formed in the time you were gone.

Your phone pinged with new messages.

geto

I didn't know you were friendly with Sukuna lol

You're hanging around him an awful lot

read now

geto

there was an open seat next to us

will you come back to me?

I’m sorry

You didn’t respond, not because you were being petty but because you could not trust yourself to give him a proper response.

You swiftly glanced behind you, past the row with students hunched down on their notes and straight at Leia, she was resting the side of her face on her palm, with her elbows on her desk, looking at her notes.

Something was going on, there was something she was planning, or planned.

The moment your eyes drifted to her seatmate, he looked up from his phone to the board, before his eyes fell on yours. Your heart stopped for a moment and twinged at the unsure smile he offered you.

There had to be some sort of misunderstanding. You hesitantly turned your head forward.

Sukuna looked to his left down on you. “Eyes on the lesson.”

You looked down at the texts then closed your phone. Panic started to settle in, what was Leia up to?

The lesson ended, the professor’s words were fuzzy and the notes you scribbled down were equally as useful as Sukuna’s presence.

He kept interrupting your train of thought and note-taking with his constant ‘TOP TEN COLDEST BASKETBALL MOMENTS’ compilations that he swore he’d be put in if they saw ten seconds of his gameplay.

Whenever someone seemed to object and turn their head at his behavior, he’d throw them a nasty comment, which on top of the fact that he was Sukuna, would make them audibly gulp and turn forward.

Some of his remarks were so out of hand that it would break you out in a short laugh before you’d ask him to behave and apologize to the victims.

He wouldn’t apologize, but he’d spare them a pat on the shoulders.

It was hard to focus to say the least.

Luckily, class ended and you wasted no time walking out of the lecture.

“So where are we headed now?” He yawned, throwing his empty can of soda in the trash by the exit. “Your professor was so boring.”

You stopped near the door and so did he. You looked at him sternly.

“We,” you emphasized, “are not going anywhere. Go on to your classes.”

He scoffed a laugh. “Don’t act like you’re not having fun. I was on my best behavior too.”

Right as you were about to retort, Geto and Leia came out of the class, seeming to engage in small talk. At the sound of the familiar voices, you looked their way.

The girl tensed up as soon as he spotted you and started walking in your direction.

“It’s your boyfriend and his girlfriend.” Sukuna said in amusement, your eyebrow twitched at his provocative choice of words.

You remained in your place as Geto made his way to you, and Leia alongside him, uninvited. You shot her a brow before glancing at him.

He disregarded the two other presences and guided you by the shoulder, walking you two steps away.

You were sure about one thing now, you were going to stop avoiding him.

"Y/n. Can we talk?”

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[syoounn]

✿Reminds me of you~

•Giving your husband some flowers~

•Characters: Dazai, Fyodor

Part 1

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✿ Dazai

Seeing your husband at home means that he skipped his work again, and his reason..? to cuddle with you. You sigh seeing him being lying at the floor and calling your name.

You just got home after your friend invited you to their garden to harvest. Luckily, you spotted some white lilies as your friend let you take some. You wanted to give some surprise to your husband before he gets home but know... You saw him lying down at the floor and getting clingy again.

Once he saw you he immediately cling to you.

"Aren't you supposed to be at work?"

“Ughmm, well I was..” he mumbles into your shoulder, “and then I just decided..I’d rather be here..with youuu…”

You just sigh.. as you spoke. "Hm.. i guess... but you can't keep doing that.."

“Aww, but I want to spend time with youuu…” he whines, lifting his head to glare at you playfully and give you his puppy dog eyes.

"Fine just this once okay?"

He nodded as he finally let go and looking at you with his loving eyes.

"Oh.. i have something to give you..

He tilts his head and turns to look at you, his eyebrows raised and his ears perking up curiously. “You do?”

You nodded.. and gave him fresh picked white lilies as it was wrapped with a ribbon

“You..you got me white lilies..?”He blinks, his eyes widening more as he fully takes in how vibrant and the white color of the petals are. He reaches out to touch them, his fingertips hesitantly brushing along the petals as he stares at them in awe.

"Thank you belladonna, They're beautiful as you~" He said as he gave you a kiss and keep clinging to you.

A small blush appeared in your face as he

you can on his face that he truly appreciate it, although he's not much a flower person.

What he gave you in return was full of cuddles and kisses on a whole day... perhaps him skipping at work is not that bad after all.

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✿ Fyodor

You and your husband rarely gift eachother as most of the time both of you are more fonded into quality time. You decided to give him something that men rarely receive. That's right.. flowers.

You picked the flower the most you reminded of him, and you just have to wait for him to be surprised. You can't wait to see his reaction.

As his footsteps echo off the walls as he heads towards you, arms outstretched and beaming with what seems like genuine affection, as you hugged him.

"Oh, you truly missed me, didn't you, dear?" He reaches you and wraps you up in a tight embrace and kissed your forehead. You nodded as you giggled excitedly.

"I have something to give you.." You said.

Fyodor tilts his head, purple eyes now scrutinising you. "Oh, you have something for me? What might that be, my dear?"

You giggled again as you spoke "Wait for me okay?"

You rushed through bedroom and came back holding a boquet of red and white carnation.

His gaze softens as he notices the bouquet in your hands, and he gently accepts it from you. He hums in appreciation of its rich aroma, and there's a slight smile on his lips. He looks at you for a little while longer, and the smile becomes more prominent.

"You are an exceptionally loving wife, my dear."

Fyodor's hands curl around the bouquet, and he brings a small flower up to his lips, smiling. "You know.. your affection never fails to move me, i might have to return the favour. A token of my affection, to remind you just how much you mean to me..."

He gently grabs your waist, pulls you close and whispers against your ear. "I'll make you feel good tonight.."

With that both of you shared your love to eachother that night.

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[thenameswinterfics]

HEARTS OF STEEL, LOVE OF SILK

Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Sihtric x Reader Settings: Season 5, episode 1 Summary: While you and your children enjoy a peaceful, domestic life in Rumcofa, Sihtric comes up with a pleasant surprise for you. Word Count: 3,9 K Warnings: Fluff, domestic fluff, smut, bad smut, very very bad smut, p in v sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), breeding kink, Daddy Sihtric is a warning itself. A/N: This fic was totally unplanned at first. It came out after a month and half of writing's block. I have planned no outline, no general guidelines, so sorry if you see a messy writing and some rushed parts. This is my first time writing smut, so I apologise if you'll find some horrors inside. This is a birthday present for my beloved @foxyanon . Hope you like it. If you're not, as I told you, you're free to cancel me. A special thanks to @zaldritzosrose , @legitalicat and @sylasthegrim for being a continuous inspiration and helping me with the fic, especially for the last part.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. I APOLOGISE IN ADVANCE FOR MY GRAMMAR AND VOCABULARY MISTAKES.

Header & dividers by @zaldritzosrose

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Winter came to Rumcofa in the blink of an eye, even faster than you could have imagined, unlike the village you once called home. However, you would be lying if you said that the cold season brought nothing but atmospheric surroundings. The white, soft snow covered part of the village streets all the way to the wooden dock, the frost clinging to the planks like delicate lace. The trees had been stripped of their leaves, but their bare branches were adorned with pure white, along with some water plants sprouting along the sides of the dock. The harsh temperatures didn't stop the merchants from coming and going as they reached the village by boat, some even staying the night and enjoying the evening bustle of the alehouse, warming their bodies with a hot meal and ale.

You didn't mind walking the streets at this time of year, the hustle and bustle of the village warming the air with a pleasant buzz. But there were days like this when you simply basked in the warmth of your home, a modest but cosy hut that provided a safe nest from the biting cold outside.

Signe, your daughter, was content to sit on your lap, her legs swinging happily and her eyelids half closed as you ran the palm of your hand through her silky hair, your bone comb gently untangling a few pesky knots. A soft hum escaped your lips, a soothing melody accompanied by the crackle of the fire, as your eyes wandered to your two youngest twins, Kare and Kore, playing peacefully on the warm fur on the floor, with a few wooden toys scattered about.

A buzz of voices outside caught your attention, a deep male voice followed by two shrill ones. And as the door of your hut swung open, you recognised the voices of your husband, Sihtric, followed by your first and third sons, Hindr and Ivar, the latter hoisted onto his father's broad shoulder. You saw the twins raise their heads, run to their father and cling to his shirt, tugging at it as Sihtric's free hand roamed over their small heads, playfully ruffling their hair with a wide grin on his face.

Years had passed, and Sihtric had become one of Uhtred's most trusted allies and friends, and a formidable warrior, earning him the nickname, along with Finan and Osferth, of "Uhtred's Pretty Boys". Yet despite his newfound confidence, you could see in his gaze the same shy warrior you had met many years ago in Coccham, on one of your usual stops on your lonely journeys. You were a warrior not bound to any lord, and Sihtric had been sworn under Uhtred's protection some years ago.

You could remember all the stolen glances you shared that night in the alehouse, and how he looked away quickly when he met your eyes, the flush in his cheeks visible in the dim light. It took some time for you to get to know him better, and at first you thought the Dane didn't enjoy your company, for he fled at the first opportunity.

But Sihtric loved you, of course he did. A love so fierce and sincere that it would move even the hardest of the gods. And because he loved you so much, he feared to disappoint you: he was born a bastard, with nothing to give you in return but his skill with the sword. It was not until you joined Uhtred's warriors a few months later that you got to know each other well, and the spark of love exploded like a fire in the middle of the forest. After a short courtship, Sihtric asked his lord for permission to marry you, and he eagerly agreed.

The gods blessed your union with the arrival of your first child, a boy you both named Hindr. Three years later, your union was blessed again with the arrival of Signe, who Sihtric affectionately called "my little princess". While you loved your two children dearly, you both agreed that there was room in your love nest for one more, and a few years later Ivar was born. 

Your fourth pregnancy came as a surprise, as neither of you had planned to welcome another child into your family. Sihtric was reluctantly forced to leave his family to follow Uhtred in his attempt to retake Bebbanburg, and while he was busy defending the borders of Mercia, you gave birth alone, bringing two healthy twins into the world. You were reunited after the Siege of Winchester, and after shedding tears of joy for his children, he vowed to be a more present father and husband and make up for lost time.

"Let me come with you, Papa!" was the whining voice of Hindr, tugging at his father's sleeve to get his attention. The Dane lowered Ivar to the ground, and after he both kissed his sons' foreheads, he bent over his firstborn.

"It's still too dangerous for you, Hindr," Sihtric chided in a calm but firm tone, his calloused fingers stroking the child's cheek and chuckling at his son's little pout. "One day you will join me. I promise you." He finished, kissing the top of his head.

Then he rose and approached you and Signe by the fire. As soon as he was in your presence, he bent over you, holding two small flowers in one of his hands.

"One for my little princess," the Dane said softly, placing one of the flowers in his daughter's hand and gently pressing his lips to her forehead, to which Signe responded with a shy, silent nod. "And one for my queen," he added, leaning his face over yours and sealing your lips with a tender and lingering kiss. You closed your eyes, savouring the moment as a pleasant and familiar warmth spread through your chest. It had been a long time since you and Sihtric had shared an act of intimacy, and caring for five children took time away from even a brief kiss.

But the time was up, and soon you were forced to break the kiss and watch as Sihtric hurriedly took his sword. "Are you leaving already?" you asked, a hint of disappointment in your voice. Sihtric looked over at you as he took one of the twins in his arms.

"The Blood Month, my love," the Dane said, content to be surrounded by his wife and children, "Our boy Aethelstan is ready for his first hunt and we will join him.”

You hummed in understanding, your body mechanically combing Signe's hair while your mind was elsewhere. You loved your children, they all had your blood and Sihtric's running through their veins. But you were a warrior before you were a mother, and the time you spent on the battlefield with your husband was a distant memory. But Sihtric seemed to sense your discomfort, and he approached you once more before putting Kore down. 

"I swear we will celebrate the next Blood Month together, my love," the Dane reassured you in a soothing voice and gave you a final kiss before saying goodbye to his children one by one. Before leaving the hut, he stroked Hindr's hair once more. "Protect your Mama and siblings while I'm gone, little warrior."

"As if his mother could not protect herself," you scolded playfully, rolling your eyes dramatically. Sihtric replied with a loud chuckle, his eyes sparkling with affection as he crossed the threshold of the door.

"I know you can, my fierce shield maiden," he replied with a grin, closing the door behind him.

You quickened your pace as you reached the alehouse, holding the twin's small hands in yours. Sihtric followed ahead of you, a small axe taken from Hindr sheathed in his leather belt, as he watched his three eldest children run through the building. 

The hunt had gone well, except for one unforeseen event that no one had anticipated. Sihtric told you how Aethelstan had been attacked by three men, but had somehow managed to kill one and survive almost unharmed. It was not a boar they had sacrificed, but at least the Blood Month tradition was somehow expected. But it was the unexpected arrival of Eadith that took everyone by surprise: Uhtred and his men knew she had left after the events in Mercia and Winchester, but no one expected her to pay a sudden visit to Rumcofa.

The alehouse was warm, the flickering fire of candles dancing through the tables and casting a cosy glow on the wooden walls. The aroma of ale filled the air, the clatter of mugs and the cheerful chatter and laughter of the men adding to the convivial atmosphere. 

With each mug of ale in hand, the whole group stood still and circled around Eadith as she told them the stories of how she had come to Frankia and how she had learned and honed her skills as a healer. As the conversation continued, you could see the surprise in the redhead's eyes when she recognised Aethelstan among the men, and you couldn't blame her. 

You remember how King Edward's bastard son was taken under Uhtred's protection and raised among you: the child knew nothing of the dangers of the world, spending his early years in a monastery, his cocoon shielded from the outside world. Most of the time he ended up in your and Sihtric's care, and together with Cynlaef you raised them as your sons, the boys calling your own their little siblings. But now they were grown men, and you looked at them with pride and emotion: you and Sihtric still had your own children to love and cherish, but you would be lying if you said you missed those moments.

"This is Sihtric's wife," Uhtred said to Eadith, pointing to you with the mug in his hands, "and all of her and Sihtric's little pack that populate this town."

"Five children can hardly populate Rumcofa, Uhtred," you replied with a smile, your fingers gently stroking Signe's hair.

"Perhaps the gods will be on our side and bless our union again," Sihtric added, his hand slipping from your shoulder to your flat stomach. It was no secret that you both longed for another child, but you both knew that you were not the young and fresh couple you once were, and your ageing bodies made that dream distant and uncertain. 

"Perhaps you should ask your gods for a little nudge," Finan snorted lightly, holding Ingrith by the waist and your son Kare in his arms. In the midst of the laughter, you could see Finan and Sihtric exchanging a knowing look that surprised you, but did not carry much weight.

The conversation continued until sundown, when the sun set, giving way to the moon, and the orange of the sky was replaced by a deep blue dotted with stars.

As you entered your hut, you threw your cloak and boots onto the nearest chair, tossed your hair aside and tried to undo the laces of your dress. Sihtric was the last to enter, closing the door behind him, unbuckling his belt and placing his weapons against the nearest wall. 

When you turned to look at him, you noticed that something was wrong: everything was quiet, too quiet for a family with five children. You would expect chaos after a day at the alehouse, your husband running over his children in a playful catch, or just you and Sihtric sitting by the fire playing with them before tucking them into bed. But they were nowhere to be seen.

“Where is our little pack?” you asked with a hint of worry in your voice, frustration rising as you struggled to untie your laces.

"With Finan and Ingrith," Sihtric replied casually, his voice dropping as he approached from behind. Had you listened more closely, you would have heard a bit of hoarseness in his voice. "I asked them to look after our children for the night." 

The Dane put his hands on your waist and pulled you gently from behind, pressing your back against his chest. You could feel his hot breath against your skin, his facial hair tingling your skin as he planted soft kisses on the side of your neck. 

"I would have preferred to be informed of this idea of yours, Sihtric," you sighed, lifting your head to give him better access to your neck. You felt a shiver run down your spine, a strange but familiar warmth blooming in your lower abdomen: you could not remember the last time Sihtric had made your head spin and your body tremble with pleasure, the sounds of your moans echoing in your head.

“Is it so wrong to surprise you, little wife?” he whispered in your ear. 

His teeth slowly grazed the skin of your neck. It was only meant as a tease, a way to have you fully entranced by him. Your words began to come out in broken, stuttered responses as you tried to think of anything coherent. 

"Help me undo these laces and you will see how wrong you are," you replied courtly and sharply breathed, feigning offence in that remaining moment of lucidity. But your veil of resoluteness soon fell as you felt his rough hands cross your back, one of his tattooed fingers tracing your spine in a fluid motion. And as you sighed at the sensation of him touching the laces of your dress, a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you heard the muffled sound of a tear, the movement so unexpected that you lost your balance and were forced to place your hands on the table.

"Ah, m-my dress!" you hissed, your eyelids half open at the feel of his mouth kissing and nibbling your exposed skin, from the nape of your neck to your shoulders. "You tore one of your gifts-"

"I will buy you another one," Sihtric cut you off with a low murmur, savouring every inch of you with his mouth, "I will buy you the finest gown in all of Northumbria, if you allow me," the Dane continued, working his way up from your shoulder to your earlobe, nibbling gently, "but you know I will always prefer you without your clothes on."

All hope of maintaining self-control was lost when his hands began to squeeze your breasts as he sank his teeth into your tender flesh. You moaned loudly, your mind clouded with too much pleasure as you pressed against his body: Sihtric let out a low, guttural moan as he felt his throbbing cock pressed against your arse, sinking his teeth deeper into your shoulders. 

He had waited too long for this moment, and had he had the chance, he would have stripped you naked and humped you on the kitchen table. But in his eyes you were his queen and goddess, ready to throw away his pleasure to satisfy yours first.

Instead, Sihtric spun you around and sat you on the table while he quickly revealed your breasts, slightly swollen from all the time you had spent carrying and feeding your children. His lips trailed down your throat, his tongue tasting the saltiness of your skin as he finally reached for your breast, his mouth enveloping and sucking gently as he cupped the other one in his hand, teasing your hardening nipple with his fingers. Shrieks and whimpers were your only sounds, accompanied by your soft moans as you rolled your eyes back, your back arching as you surrendered to the pleasure of the moment, the warmth in your abdomen spreading uncontrollably. 

You could feel your core pulsing with excitement, a burning sensation that felt like sweet torture to you, loud sighs mixed with your screams as you desperately searched for something to relieve you. The wetness between your legs only increased as you felt one of Sihtric's hands push up your skirt, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh as they reached your warm cunt. 

"Already so wet for me, my love?" the Dane asked in a hoarse voice, teasing your core with a few strokes before pushing a finger inside you, the intrusion unexpected but pleasurable at the same time. You almost forgot how thick his fingers were as he stroked inside you, how often he let your body float and how much your legs trembled at his touch. 

Babbling and rambling words were the only thing you could say, your rational self temporarily gone. His name, called out like a ritual chant in a breathless voice, was the only word you could manage, your low throaty voice reaching his ears like a distant melody, frustrating him as his cock grew impatient in his breeches. But he knew he would postpone his pleasure for much longer, not before he made you squirm and scream his name loudly until your lungs were empty of air.

"How much I missed this," Sihtric whispered, leaning his head towards you, "how much I missed us." 

"Sihtric," you sighed as his lips met yours, the kiss far from the gentle one you had shared in the morning. It was a needy, bruising kiss that told a story of longing touch and pent-up passion, of two souls locking their primary desires for the sake of their family. 

Sihtric's tongue parted, the tip finding an entrance into your parted lips. You allowed him to enter your mouth, your tongues meeting in a frenzied dance as you swallowed another loud moan and felt another finger penetrate you. You inadvertently moved your hips towards him, moaning at how perfectly his thick fingers stretched inside you, his wriggles teasing and rubbing your tight walls. 

Your husband could feel your hips moving frantically against his hand, your arse slapping against his open palm and your walls tightening against his fingers, a signal that your climax was reaching its breaking point. But he had no intention of letting you finish like that: he needed to remember how you tasted, to savour you and drink you all up. 

He gently pushed you back, wanting to lay you down and bury his head in your thighs. But you quickly grabbed his wrist and stopped him, a frustrated moan escaping his lips.

"Not here," you murmured breathlessly, your body still trembling from the pleasure you had just received. For as much as you could not wait to release your own excitement, you would never let him take you on the table. 

Sihtric's impatience grew as he scooped you up in his arms, carried you in front of the fire and laid you on the warm furs. Your lips entwined again in hungry and lustful kisses as you both undressed, Sihtric tearing your dress to shreds while you removed his with gentle movements, letting them fall with a soft thud. 

You both stood naked by the fire, his lips moving quickly down, tasting and biting your skin from throat to belly, until he spread your legs in desperation, his head trapped between your thighs. His breath was hot against your folds, the heat from his mouth so pleasant and arousing that you would have closed your legs and found some friction had Sihtric not spread them with his hands. He teased your wet core with the tip of his tongue, but the taste of you was so intoxicating that all restraint was lost. First a lick, then his tongue penetrated your folds, devouring you like prey after a day's hunting. Your head began to spin, moans and whimpers escaping your lips as your fingers trailed over his curls, tugging wildly at them, causing the Dane to grunt and moan in return. 

You reached your peak quickly, coming on his tongue as he eagerly lapped up your release. Your thighs trembled under his grip, which caused Sihtric to chuckle next to your folds. 

“Good girl, such a pretty wife I have,” he said quietly with a kiss to each thigh. “Are you willing to give me one more?” 

Before you could even answer, he allowed you to taste yourself on his lips as he positioned himself between your legs, his cock twitching painfully as his own arousal desperately needed to be released. Keeping your legs spread, he spat on his tip and after a few strokes, he positioned himself at your entrance and thrust into you in one swift motion. It took all his willpower not to fuck you at speed: instead he chose a slow approach, his length stretching inside you like a sweet torture. He was slow at first, creating a careful rhythm, knowing how sensitive you were.

“Do not be so gentle now, husband,” you said softly as you leaned up. Your lips ghosted across his chest, then his collarbone, creating a trail of chills as you went. His thrusts faltered a bit as he shuddered with each kiss. “I am not some fragile flower, I can take it.”

Your leg wrapped around his hips, allowing him deeper inside you as you angled your hips up. One hand gripped your thigh, holding your leg tightly around him, while the other braced itself on the furs, holding his weight. A string of curse came out with every thrust, now deeper and harder. 

The crackling of the fire could not hide the vocal chaos you two were making, the room filled with your whimpers and moans, Sihtric panting and grunting as he fucked you deep and hard, hissing under his teeth every time you tugged at his curls wildly. One of his hands moved from your hips to your flat stomach, the circling movements gentle in contrast to his rough movements.

“How good would it be to see you round with my pup again,” he whispered with an animalistic growl, never faltering his pace as you both rocked against each other’s hips.

“I would like to, husband” you whined, arching your back and head as he hit a sensitive spot. “But I am afraid my body could not bear another pup inside me,” 

Upon hearing your words, Sihtric lowered over you, kissing the contour of your jaw gently, “Never underestimate the workings of the gods, my love,” he whispered with a hoarse voice, “We do not know what-”

A choked moan escaped his throat, grunting against your neck as he quickened the pace once more, his own climax on the verge of the release. The grip on your hips tightened into a bruised vice, your walls clenching around him, eagerly awaiting his release.

"Fuck, please," you let out a sharp breath as you clung to him, your nails digging into his back until they left scratches. Your senses were sharpened by the growing wave of pleasure, leaving you temporarily stunned as you felt your own release coming. 

"Come to me, my queen," was the gruff voice of Sihtric you heard, praising you and whispering honeyed words before you both came simultaneously, wetting his cock with your fluids as your walls milked him of all his seed. When he pulled himself out, you both collapsed on the furs, both a terrible mess, but neither of you wanted to leave each other's embrace. You remained entwined for minutes that seemed an eternity, your fingers intertwined as you opened your eyes.

"Sihtric," you called out breathlessly, feeling the Dane's head rise against your neck, "What if the gods do not bless us with another pup?" 

Your question made Sihtric smile fondly, his rough hand resting on your cheeks as your lips met in a tender kiss.

"Then I will thank them for giving me a beautiful wife and five loving children to love and cherish with my whole heart."

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Life with Jungkook has had its ups and downs. Like every relationship there are times where you need space from him [especially him being overly clingy], and other times you would prefer to stay in bed with him all day. He’s a lot of maintenance and has his own problems from the past but he’s put a lot of trust and growth in himself. He’s become more sure and secure with who he is and where you stand.

Sometimes he’ll get overwhelmed over the littlest things but it didn’t take much from you to calm him down. Lately Jungkook has taken on a bigger role with Hoseok and the tattoo parlor so his days have been longer. He’s been staying at the shop a lot lately where he’s made friends with other hybrids and people, no longer feeling as hostile to others as before. It’s something you’re happy about but you’ve been missing him around. He used to welcome you after work every day and cling to your hip but he’s been busy with himself.

“What time does Kook get home? I want to try out the new VR headset he got,” Jimin said, rolling around on the floor out of boredom while Yoongi typed away on his work laptop.

“Not sure, he should be home any minute though. Just go use it,” You told him pointing to the extra room that once belonged to Jungkook before he invited himself into yours every night. Now it’s just used as a gaming room and a small library for you. Your boyfriend rarely uses it because he’s too focused on following you around everywhere but when he’s home alone or has Jimin or Taehyung over they’ll spend some time gaming. Jungkook had gone on and on about what you got him for his birthday a couple months ago and has been begging him to play but Jimin’s too busy. Now that Jungkook is the busy one and Jimin is free, it still seems like they haven’t been able to hang out as often.

“Are you kidding? You know how possessive he is over his things!” Jimin groaned, “Tell him to hu—“

The words weren’t fully out his mouth when the front door swung open with a grumpy bunny stomping inside. The three of you looked at each other with visibly confused expressions when Jungkook went straight to your bedroom not bothering to greet anyone.

“I don’t you’re paying tonight, bud,” Yoongi said to Jimin as he tried closing out of his Microsoft doc, “He seems moody.”

“Hold on, I’ll go check if he wants to,” You tried telling them so they wouldn’t feel rushed to leave just because Jungkook seemed upset about something. It’s not that you all felt the need to tiptoe around but Jungkook has gotten a lot better at controlling himself and he’s been through a lot so you can’t help it. Yes, he came from the same facility as Jimin but Jimin is aware he didn’t have it as bad as Jungkook all his life.

“Kook,” You knocked on the door to let him know you’re coming in and went inside. You found him on your shared bed hugging your pillow looking so close to falling asleep, “Everything alright?”

“Tired, lay down with me,” Jungkook said lifting an arm up to try and bring you in to him.

“I can’t, Jimin and Yoongi are out there. Jimin has been waiting to game with you,” You said sitting on the edge of the bed, “You don’t want to go out there and at least say hi?”

“Not tonight, it’s been a long day I’m sorry,” Jungkook said with a groan, “Tell him to go play by himself.”

“Jungkook!” Jimin whined from outside the door and it didn’t last long before Yoongi was pulling him back.

“Come on, we’ll try again tomorrow,” Yoongi pulled him by the end of his shirt, dragging away Jimin with a new promise, “We’ll try again tomorrow! Bye Y/n, bye Kook!”

You looked at your boyfriend who scrunched his nose with a sniffle, pulling on your arm to get you down on the bed. With a small sigh, you chose to give in to his needs and let him wrap himself around you in a hug that nearly suffocated you. Since the start of your relationship Jungkook had gone from a cold, distant bunny hybrid to one overly clingy boyfriend.

“What’s wrong?” You asked trying to sneak your arms out to hug him back, fingers running through his hair for comfort.

“Nothing, I tried doing this design today and I didn’t like the way it looked at all,” Jungkook said with a small pout, “And I’ve been coming home later and later and you leave earlier than me so it feels like our time keeps getting cut shorter and shorter. I love having the guys over but sometimes I just want to come home to you.”

“You always want to just come home to only me,” You teased and this time his nose scrunched with a smile.

“You’re right, and tonight especially I just wanted my pretty girlfriend to snuggle with me,” Jungkook dug his face into your neck trying to rid you of Jimin’s scent and coat you in his own. He loved your lavender smell and when he’s at work he keeps a sweater of yours there that helps calm his nerves. He’ll need to switch it out soon with something that had a stronger scent.

“Alright how about this,” You comb his hair out of his face, “Well, call it an early night and tomorrow I’ll see if I can go in later only if you promise to hang out with Jimin or Taehyung after work.”

“How about we both take the whole day off tomorrow?” He pulled you closer, cheeky grin on his face when you gave him a stern look, “Half a day? Can we meet up for lunch too?”

“Let me think about it, go get cleaned up and I’ll see what we can order for dinner,” You told him already trying to free yourself from his tight hold but he didn’t let up.

“Join me, I’ve missed you so much.”

“You see me everyday, Kook.”

“Is not enough,” He groaned.

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Warnings: dark elements, noncon, cheating, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

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Part of The Club AU

Grace is in tears. She’s babbling as Charlotte and Mona try to mop up her running mascara. The bottle of champagne is empty and Lillian is mindlessly swaying at the window as the club lights flash into the room. It’s chaos. You’re not sure exactly what to do. 

You’ve been with Mrs. Shelby for a few months. Typically, she’s the sort for high tea or a luncheon. Often, you’re following her around to the elitist events and waiting outside watching your phone. Or you attend her privately why she rants about the newest designs be so hard to come by or that she can’t go to Paris whenever she wishes. Her biggest complaints are your most unlikely dreams. 

“I just don’t understand... I try so hard,” she garbles and slurs drunkenly.  

You try not to listen too closely. You’re there to take orders and to make certain she is taken care of. The other women are looking after her just fine and you’d hate to embarrass her by consciously witnessing her unraveling. 

Mona burps behind her hand and you see how her throat locks up. She’s hardly in better condition. Charlotte is slumping from her foray into the tequila and hardly seems cognizant of more than try to clear away the grey streaks from Grace’s cheeks. 

You rush forward as Mona’s shoulders rise. You grab the metal bucket meant for ice and shove it under her mouth. She throws up and hugs the container as she fills it with alcoholic bile and half-digested crustini. Charlotte groans and covers her mouth. 

“Oh, Mona, why do you have to do that?” She whines, “ugh, I need to get out--” 

She hurries off into the attached bathroom and the door slams. Lillian is still entirely unaware. You wonder if it has anything to do with the pill she slipped from a small tin earlier. Whatever the reason, it doesn’t matter. What concerns you is what’s happening right then. 

Mona finishes and nearly drops the bucket. You catch it and set it on the bar. She slumps back and closes her eyes, her head lolling as she mutters. This is no way for refined women to behave. You could never have seen Grace like this, let alone these women in their Chanel and Louboutins. 

“Mrs. Shelby,” you go to your boss and lean down, “should I get the car?” 

“Where is my husband?” She snarls in your face, her tears dissolving at once. “I want Thomas. Right now.” 

“Mrs. Shelby, I don’t know if he’s still here--” 

“I don’t care if he’s here,” she snaps and pushes you away, “don’t talk to me until you find him.” 

You gulp and rub your shoulder where she shoved you. This isn’t good. It’s the very reason you don’t drink. People are so ugly when they do. 

You turn to Mona as she groans, half-bent over her lap. Charlotte returns in a stagger and Lillian sways with her head and shoulders slouched. Alright, you have a plan. 

“Lil,” you go over to the woman by the window, “can you help Mona? Your taxi is here?” 

“Taxi? Where’s the streetcar?” She demands. 

“It’s been delayed but the cab will get you all home,” you promise her, plotting how you’ll flag down a car once you get them out in the fresh air. “Mona,” you go back to the woman on the couch. “Charlotte, how about you help too! It’s been a long night, aren’t you all tired?” 

Your pulse is thumping in your temples. You rarely ever speak to Grace’s friends, especially not like this. You feel like a mother getting her children in line. The three companions finally cluster together, Mona clinging to the other two as they wobble towards the door. You lead them as if you’re dangling cheese before a mouse. 

It takes some time and a few close calls to get them down the spiralled stairs. On even ground, they move a bit better but the dancing bodies and hollers add to the disorder of the night. When you get them outside, a bouncer catches Lillian before she slip on her stiletto heel. He’s got a round belly and a leering smile. 

“Careful, ma’am, that’s a mighty fine dress to be mussing,” he warns as he sets her straight. 

You skirt around them and wave at a yellow car just down the way. As it heads towards you, you take out your phone and sift through Grace’s shared contact book. Oh gosh, where is Charlotte? You suppose if you send them to just one house, they’ll be alright. 

You find Charlotte’s address as the driver pulls up. The bouncer comes forward again to assist the women into the car and you thank him. He dips his head chivalrously as he folds Lillian’s legs into the taxi. You cringe and poke your head inside to instruct the driver. You hope they get there otherwise you might be handing out resumes again. 

You shut the door and turn back to face the club. You’re not the sort to frequent those places and only Grace’s presence lures you in. The bouncer walks you back to the doors and you flit back inside. You’re caught in the crush, sent crashing into another person by a flailing body. You fight through the crowd, putting your elbow up as you raise your other arm to protect your head. 

You trip free of the wall of dancers and reach the bottom of the stairs to the private room. You blow out a breath and look up, then around. You should try to find Mr. Shelby. You need help with Grace as it is but you’re terrified that you may get her into trouble. She’s drunk and she’s not thinking. You doubt he’ll be impressed with her in her current state. He rarely seems impressed with anything. 

“Are you looking for me?” The voice jolts you and you jump as you face the very man who’d only just been haunting your mind. You nod and blink dumbly. “My wife...” 

“Sir, um,” you look back and forth guiltily, “she’s... not feeling well--” 

“She’s drunk,” he says pointedly. “Hmm,” his lips curve but it’s not really a smile. “Yes, she does love her champagne. We discussed this before, didn’t we?” His dark lashes flick and his jaw squares as he peers up the stairs, “well, then, shall we go save her from herself?” 

“Um, sir, she didn’t eat much, maybe--” 

“Do not make excuse for her. I pay you to keep her busy, not to cover her tail,” he insists, “please, after you.” 

He gestures up the stairs and you lower your gaze, “I’m sorry, Mr. Shelby. I’m only concerned for her.” 

“Someone should be if she isn’t concerned for herself,” he remarks. 

You turn and start up the steps. He follows, closely. You lead him up the metal stairs and open the door to the private room. Your met with the shatter of the champagne bottle as it flies at the door frame next to you. You put your hand up as shards of glass rain across your right side. 

“How dare you leave me like that--” She snarls. 

“Grace!” Mr. Shelby brushes by you, nudging you gently out of his way, only to storm towards his wife. 

“Oh, there you are,” she sneers, “finally done with your whore--” 

“I’ve been about business while you’ve been here drowning in champagne. Champagne I am paying for.” He bends over her, looming dangerously. 

“Business,” she mocks then scoffs as she stares up at him defiantly, “sure.” 

“Don’t,” he warns as he stands straight, “I paid for you to have a night out. I thought perhaps you might appreciate that. I wonder when you became so spoiled.” 

She pouts and juts out her chin, “Tommy...” she reaches for him as he turns away, tearing his sleeve away from her grasp.

He marches for the door and stop right beside you, “are you alright?” 

“Sir, I was only startled--” 

You wince as he dusts off a piece of glass from your shoulder. 

“Get her home,” he demands, “but not at your own risk. I wouldn’t be so disappointed to hear if she blusters herself into the gutters.” 

He huffs and pulls open the door. You watch him go as Grace devolves into drunken sobs. You hope she doesn’t remember this. You’d rather forget it yourself. 

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QUEEN loved your noa hcs ty for feeding us!! would you pretty please write some about him realizing he has feelings for the reader and trying to impress them/drop hints/confess :3c

[Youth][Noa x reader drabble/headcanons]

Summary: Noa is down bad for you, and he doesn't know what to do about it.

Warnings: Nothing that I can think of!

Word count:

A/N: I miss Noa so bad, can you tell? I hope these r okay anon! Sorry it took me so long to get to these </3

There was never any preparation for this, no recorded interactions between Echo and Apes that ended in them being mates.

How the hell was Noa supposed to proceed?

He's not ready for this. He's been shoving it down deep inside, telling himself what he feels for you is friendship. He's just worried for you, is all.

You're just a human that lives with them, that's all. A really pretty human. He certainly doesn't daydream of you, running his fingers through your hair, staring into your eyes for hours, teaching you how to hunt and fish. He doesn't. It'd never work between you both.

Ape and Echo, Caesar made it work, Noa had learned as much.

It wasn't until his mother started pestering him, shooting him looks whenever he would randomly bring you up in conversation, despite the subject having nothing to do with you.

"You like them." The rate at which Noa snaps his neck back at Dar is concerning. She's almost positive she heard a snap.

"No? Why-"

"I am your mother, I know you."

"Mother, maybe if I had to-" Noa tries to sign fast, but the blush rushing to his face isn't helping.

"Had to? Why would you ever have to love them?"

"...oh."

She got him there.

"But we are so...different. It would never work." Noa stares down at his hands, exhaling harshly.

"Noa, listen to me." Dar rests his hand under Noa's chin, tilting it towards herself.

"Don't wait. Follow your heart."

"But what if-"

Dar shakes her head, bring her palm to cover Noa's heart. "Follow."

Now, with his mother's blessing, Noa is a lot more confident in courting you.

Doesn't mean he's good at it.

He doesn't have any basis for this. Give him a break. His mother and father weren't particularly keen on letting their relationship be for everyone to see, even to their son. So yes, he's struggling.

He starts off with spending more time with you, offering to take you on day trips to the city, under the guise of looking for more "Echo books" for you.

He has to subtly tell Anaya to fuck off when he tries to invite himself and Soona with you both. Poor Noa is shaking his head behind you with death and horror in his eyes until Anaya finally gets the hint.

Speaking of which, Anaya and Soona try and help. They mean well, but Noa is not trying to rush into it. The two have other plans.

They trade jobs with Noa, with the intent that it'll push you into Noas proximity more.

Sorry! You can't ride with Soona, you have to be with Noa!

You had cooking duty with Anaya? Well, he actually isn't feeling good, so Noa will help you with tonight's meal.

Noa both hates and loves his friends for it, especially when you two grow closer.

He feels a sense of pride when he shows off his strength in front of you, biting back a smirk when he sees your eyes widen when he climbs. When he makes you laugh when he picks you up and swings you around.

Noa gets an ego the first time he protects you from an wild animal, obviously not while the threat is there, but when you cling to him and thank him profusely and you're so close, his brain is short circuiting and he feels like the strongest ape in the world.

He'll start to bring you back relics he's found on his trips, stuff ranging from books to jewelry to clothing he's found that are in salvageable condition.

"Noa! Where did you even find this?" You reach out to slap at his shoulder, staring down at the hoodie in your hand (it's slightly damp, Noa washing it to the best of his ability before gifting it to you).

"I have my ways." He's so smug. He knows you're gonna hug him in return, and it damn near makes him feral.

Eventually his courting is so blatant that everyone knows his intentions, all silently rooting for him.

Everyone knows, but you don't. And it makes him want to rip his fur out.

Noa thinks he couldn't be clearer. He feeds you, hunts and gathers for you, checks on you constantly, and follows you around when able.

He's even picked you wild flowers, something he has seen in one of the Echo books that 'boyfriends' would do.

He is fighting for his life, please, you can't be this dense.

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can i please request a 🩵blues lagoon; "I'm not going to hurt you." with luke hughes please? :)

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

14. "I'm not going to hurt you."

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He was running. 

He hadn’t stopped running. 

He wasn’t sure if he had been running for minutes or hours. He wasn’t sure if the night was dragging out or if the forest canopy had blocked the daylight, if it was actually the next day altogether. He wasn’t sure where Quinn or Jack were, or if the others had made it to safety. He didn’t know anything except he couldn’t stop running. 

Werewolves were an endangered species these days. They were hunted and chased and killed. They were the number one threat to whatever stupid myths the humans followed and believed. Most of the wolves Luke knew stayed in hiding, away from big cities or towns. Some hid in plain sight, living amongst the humans that were none the wiser. 

And some lived a life mixed in between. 

Some being Luke and his brothers and the makeshift pack they had formed over the years. 

It was a risky lifestyle, one they had been pushing the line on for months. They had been safe, cautious, wary of. And all of it had come crumbling down in less than twenty-four hours and now, Luke was running for his life with no knowledge on whether his brothers were safe or if the others escaped or if he would even make it to the hideout alive. 

Funny how life worked out. 

He had lost count on how many hunters were chasing him. When he escaped the dungeon they had been locking him up in, it had been around the fifteen mark but he swore he lost a handful of them a few hours back. But he couldn’t stop to check. He couldn’t stop to rest. 

He just had to keep running and running and running—

Luke let out a pained whimper when he felt a jab on his side. The momentum was enough to knock him off his feet, for his body to hit the ground and slide across the dirt as he tried to get ahold of his senses once again. His body shifted before he could stop himself, before he could even think about the consequences of his actions as the arrow in his side twisted around his transforming body. 

“Luke?” 

He blinked, letting out a shaky breath as he found you standing a few feet away, crossbow still lifted and pointed at him. But your face—he had never seen such a mix of emotions. Confusion. Betrayal. Shock. Maybe even something quite like concern.

“Hi,” he rasped out, letting out a heavy sigh as a twinge of pain rushed through his body. 

“You’re—” And even though you cut yourself off, he could fill in the rest. 

You’re a werewolf and you never told me. You’re a werewolf and you have been my friend for the last few months like nothing was wrong. You’re a werewolf and the exact creature my family hunt, have been hunting for decades. You’re a werewolf and I never knew.

“Yeah,” he murmured, something quite like bitter acceptance settling in his stomach. He didn’t want this to be the end. He didn’t want you to be the one to kill him. But you were a hunter and he was a werewolf with an arrow in his side and he knew his chances of escaping this were slim. 

He knew his chances of ever seeing Jack and Quinn again were slim. He knew his chances of making it to the hideout and seeing the rest of the pack were slim. He knew his chances of making it out alive were slim. 

“Did you catch one?” 

Luke stiffened as the familiar voice of your father—the same ruthless hunter that almost nabbed Nico a few months ago—sounded from somewhere in the forest. His heart thumped in his chest, the urge to close his eyes and try to cling onto some happy memories before his demise growing stronger. He waited for you to—

“No!” You yelled back, your eyes glued on Luke as he stared back with wide eyes. “False alarm. It was just a deer. I think he headed north!” 

Luke’s lips parted in surprise as you began moving closer, your words still ringing in his ears as you crouched beside him and reached your hands out. Instinctively, he tried to scamper back. The pain pulsed through his body but he bit back the cry he wanted to let out.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” you assured the boy, your hands stretched out to show you meant no harm. “I want to help.” 

Luke shot you a suspicious look. “You expect me to believe you?” 

“No,” you replied honestly. “But I’m hoping my actions will speak louder than my words. Now, let me get that arrow out of you so we can hide before my father finds you.”

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