#my eyes are attacked and violated every day make it stop

[tuxalfredo]

Can tumblr fix their damned porn bot problem already, Im getting too many bitches.

[mediumgayitalian]

The satellite dish at Camp Half-Blood would be better suited as a cereal bowl.

It hardly works. It catches a grand total of nineteen channels, twelve of which are news stations, and the final seven almost never have anything playing that’s actually worth watching. But the DVD player only ever works every third month, and the strawberry plants have to be watered, so on rainy days, the sixteen of them cram into the rec room of the Big House, organised, fight-reduction seating for as long as Nyssa can tiredly maintain it, and squabble over the remote.

“It’s my turn! Give it to me!”

“Quit whining you little twerp —”

“Will! Make her give me the remote!”

“Snitch! Snitch! Sherman, beat him up —”

Nico narrowly dodges Kayla’s dirty sneaker, sniggering to himself as Will and Sherman share, for perhaps the first time in either of their lives, an identical sigh of endless suffering, each grabbing one sibling and yanking backwards. They’ve really dug their claws in, so it takes a couple tries.

“Kayla,” Will warns, both hands clamped around her ankles, “if you don’t let go in three damn seconds —”

“Ellis sucks at picking channels!”

“Everybody sucks at picking channels! We got maybe four to choose from!”

“Seven,” correct several people at once.

Will rolls his eyes. “Forgive me. I forgot about the three toddler channels the rest of y’all babies are so enthralled by.”

“As if you don’t watch Sesame Street with as much childlike glee as the rest of us, Solace.”

“Can it, Diaz. Kayla, remove your nails from his face!”

A hand tugs on his sleeve. Nico glances over to find Austin’s big, pleading eyes, and since he is a massively weak loser, apparently, he sighs, mouth twitching when Austin wiggles happily, and plunges his hand into the nearest shadow.

He digs around for a second, trying to orient himself, and smirks when he sees his hand reappear across the couch, right in between Kayla and Ellis’ heads. He waits, watching for a break. Austin watches carefully next to him, hands still around his other wrist, and when the timing is right — a twitch in Kayla’s knee indicating an oncoming kick that even Will won’t be able to stop — he squeezes. Nico darts between them, snatching the remote for himself. He passes it to Austin with a wink. Austin points it to the TV immediately, clicking it to what everyone has aptly named the ‘Grandma Channel’ — twenty-four-seven footage of gardening set to quit jazz.

Thirteen groans — one cheer by Miranda, their lone ally — sound at once.

“You’re weak as all hell, di Angelo,” Billie informs him, obviously a fake gardener. Shame.

He makes a face at her.

Despite their troubles, the peace of the Grandma Channel does not last. In what can only be a coordinated attack, Nico and Austin are lulled into a false sense of security, entranced by a particularly satisfying timelapse of a grape vine, and when their guards are down, they are ambushed. With a deafening war cry, Harley is flung bodily on top of the two of them, landing with two gleeful elbows to Nico’s shoulder and Austin’s ribs, rendering them breathless and perhaps even close to death.

“No maiming,” Austin protests, wheezing.

“I’m telling Chiron,” Nico agrees, similarly struggling to reinflate his lungs. He glances at his medic boyfriend, also known as Judas, who only shrugs, smirking. His thumb is notably smeared with grease, a consequence of touching Harley no matter how many times Nyssa forces him to shower. Traitor. “No maiming is, like, the only rule here.”

Harley climbs off of them, elbows once again violating the rule on the way off. Nico actually feels his spleen compress into the size of an atom.

“Tough!”

The little twerp hands his prize to his big sister, who points it at the screen gracefully, as if she did not just use said brother as a weapon against two innocent people. Constantly innovative, those Hephaestus children.

Nyssa, on account of having hands like steel wires and a right hook that could make Muhammad Ali fall crying to his knees, is left peacefully alone with the remote. Nico glares at her, as he often does, with equal amount of hatred and awe. His emotions are widely replicated across the overstuffed couches.

She clicks rapidly through the channels, as she always does, fast enough that the sound echoes like static along with the rain.

breaking — jump! — traffic — learn — George — crayon — soil — sale —

She hardly rests in a channel for more than a second, cutting in the middle of sentences and even words, images flashing rapidly across the screen, swirling colour and skipping melodies, steadied by the roll of thunder, the patter of raindrops, the roar of wind and away of bending trees.

kids! — buy — gun — bridge — add — spade — colour — nine — east —

Austin sighs from beside him, sinking into the couch. Nico breaks away from the hypnosis for a moment to glance at the rest of the room and finds everyone else similarly entranced; eyes half-lidded and unfocused against the still-swirling TV, heads tilted back, curled into each other, limbs slow, fingers tapping quietly.

run — neat — rose — pasta — schools — closure — Sola — bumper —

“Wait,” Will murmurs.

gym — roll — climb — bush — accident — bud —

The old couches creak as Will shifts, Kayla pushed gently to the side as he moves forward.

“Nyssa, wait. Go back.”

The rain seems to mute itself. Nico is aware, quite suddenly, of the stiff set to Will’s spine, the odd quality of his voice. Nyssa, too, must recognize it, because she glances over at him, then slowly back to the TV, pressing the channel button once and setting the remote carefully on the coffee table in front of her.

No one grabs it.

“— terrible tragedy,” says a news anchor. “Unbelievably, really, Barbara, and something so sudden —”

“No,” Will says.

“Yes, Dave, always something you read about in old newspapers but never remember happens in real life —”

“No. No.”

He reaches for the remote but misses the first time, patting blindly on the table, and the second time, too, eyes glued to the bright screen. His hand scrabbles, nails digging on the old wood, increasingly desperately, but his eyes won’t move, face won’t pivot. Nico swallows, pushing back the sting of bile crawling slowly up his throat, the dullness in his ear, muffled like his ear is turned to a soundproofed wall. The hands he tells to reach over and hand the remote to Will don’t work.

“— almost makes me think of James Dean. That’s Naomi Solace, for those just tuning in, currently in critical condition from a head-on collision with a semi in Savannah, Georgia —”

Nico’s ears white out completely.

Will’s knees hit the floor.

———

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[wingedjellyfishflight]

Sexual Harassment Training

Captain Price has a permanent scowl on his face today, it seems. You see him stomping around like a toddler on a rampage at lunch.

"What's got the Captain all bollocksed up? Did I say that, right?" Soap grins, then grimaces as he thinks about it. Standing together, you dump your trays before Soap leads you to the team meeting.

"Ya, doll, that's how you say it. He's like this every year. Mandatory sexual harassment training for everyone this afternoon." You ponder it for a minute.

"Why? Like, it's just something to sit through, right? It isn't like anyone is harassing our team."

He chuckles quietly and answers, "they aren't worried about the likes of me getting harassed, but that we will harass you, Princess." You elbow him and sit next to Ghost, who has saved you as seat per usual.

"Hey Luv, ready to be bored and insulted for a few hours?"

"Are these really that bad, Bruv?"

"They are, Crumpet. They really are."

"Hey! You need to address your coworkers with respect! Nicknames have no place in this organization, Mr..."

"Riley, Lieutenant Riley." Ghost stiffens up in his seat, restrained irritation pouring off of him. The woman from human resources turns toward you.

"Ma'am I have the form here to file a complaint when you feel up to it. No rush."

"Uhh... a complaint?" You stare at her in complete confusion as she brandishes a form at your face.

"Yes, no one should be treated with such disrespect. Talking down to coworkers is frowned upon." Her voice is condescendingly sweet, grating on your last nerve already. You stare at her for a moment before nodding, and Ghost tries to catch your eye, looking shocked.

"Pet... I mean, Sergeant. Do my nicknames make you feel uncomfortable? I will stop if they do. You never said anything, or I wouldn't have..."

"Hmm...? Oh no, but I will be filing a complaint." Turning toward the smirking woman, you ask, "what was your name again? Brenda McMasters? Perfect." You quickly fill out the paperwork before handing it over. She skims it with a smile, then freezes in place as she reads it more closely, her smile falling. She looks up at you, then back at the paper, reading it again and again as the words sink in.

"You- you can't file a complaint on me! I'm the one teaching you about sexual harassment! I'm here to make sure these brutes don't attack you!"

You shrug before responding, "I feel singled out by you due to my gender and your policing of the camaraderie between myself and my teammates. It is making me feel very uncomfortable, Ma'am." Her jaw is hanging open in complete shock.

You stand and turn to the Captain, watching you with a grin on his face at the front of the room. "I don't know if I feel comfortable being taught by someone who is sexist and clearly violating policy, Captain Price. May we request a different lecturer? I know it will mean rescheduling, but I don't think we should be learning about harassment from someone who has a complaint on file."

Captain Price has to smother his grin and bite back laughter at your innocent expression when Brenda turns toward him. "You are right, Sergeant. Ma'am, I will take that complaint and file it. It wouldn't be proper for you to file one on yourself, or it might go missing in transit." He gleefully plucks the paper from her hands and walks out. She follows, looking ill. You can hear her trying to get the Captain to stop and discuss the matter..

You lean on the table with a pleased look. "So, free afternoon, now. Any plans?" The team just stares at you, still processing what happened. You see Ghost staring down at the table and tap his hand. "You alright, Tiger?" He looks up, visibly distressed.

"The nicknames, do they bother you, Sergeant?" He needs to know now. The last thing anyone here wants is to disrespect you.

"Course not. Makes my day. The only things better are cuddling after a long day while we watch movies in the rec room or killing fucks on the field together. HR doesn't know what the fuck they're talking about, Bruv." Turning back to the rest of the team with a grin you say, "How about we sun up on Captain's grass? He won't be back for a bit anyway."

"You're playing with fire, Lamb. We're in."

[it-was-too-cold-always]

Always Read the Fine Print Chapter 12

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11

Who actually reads all the terms and conditions? After mindlessly checking a box years ago, our Reader unintentionally agrees to be part of a scientific study to create super soldier babies. To make matters worse, her fellow test subject is the brooding and intimidating Bucky Barnes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader struggles to accept this colder relationship with Bucky. Meanwhile's he's up to something...

Warnings: arranged marriage, forced proximity, lots of angst, violence, PTSD/nightmares, panic attacks, language, SMUT 18+ only, oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, size kink, let me know if I'm missing anything

a/n: Hi friends, I'm sorry it's been so long. My depression came at me like a b*tch. But I'm here now and will hopefully be posting more regularly 💕

Every night, Bucky would hand you that stupid syringe. Your heart sunk a little each time he’d knock on the door. You were hoping he was coming to spend time with you, to tell you everything was going to be okay, to hold you. But instead, he would put the syringe in your hand, kiss your forehead, and leave the room. That was it. 

As if that wasn’t bad enough, he was spending all his time with Steve - almost every day. You could hear them talking downstairs. You could never actually make out what they were saying, but you could hear their serious tones murmuring through the thin walls. You considered standing at the top of the stairs so you could eavesdrop, but you knew better than to spy on two super soldiers. So instead you paced around the bedroom–the one that you were supposed to be sharing with Bucky–and waited for Steve to leave. Although no one outright said it, you got the feeling that you weren’t invited to their little chats. One time, you went downstairs with the excuse of needing a snack. They immediately shifted the topic to Steve’s recent mission. Steve, ever the gentleman, would greet you with a warm smile and invite you to sit with them. He’d ask you how you’re feeling, how your day was going, if you’ve read any good books lately. You appreciated his kindness but felt a little awkward – surely they were itching for you to leave so they could return to their conversation. Once the small talk became unbearable, you’d fake a headache and excuse yourself. You claimed you were going to go lie down, but they could hear your faint footsteps pacing on the hardwood above them.

~

Bucky was completely and utterly miserable. He was still fuming about the sensors they implanted in you. You were his wife, and he couldn’t protect you. It made him feel powerless. He couldn’t stop thinking about how panicked you were the last time you had sex. He could feel your anxiety. He couldn’t help but think he violated you in some way. This prevented him from giving you any affection; he was terrified of crossing a boundary with you. The forehead kisses were as far as he dared to go. Deep down, he knew he should sit down and have a conversation with you about it. But if he heard you say outright that you don’t want to be intimate with him anymore, he would be devastated. 

~

After three weeks of doing this ridiculous syringe routine, you couldn’t take it anymore. He handed you the syringe, kissed your forehead, and turned to leave. Just like every other night. But this time, you reached out to grab his hand.

“Please don’t go,” you whispered, tears already welling up in your eyes. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate for his attention. 

“Oh, doll…” Bucky wasn’t sure what to say. His heart was breaking, seeing you like this. 

“Please, just stay the night. We don’t even have to talk. Just spend the night with me,” you begged, tears freely falling down your cheeks. “I miss you.” Your confession was all it took for Bucky to realize what an idiot he was. He was so desperate to protect you, he didn’t even occur to him that he might be hurting you. 

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m right here. I’m sorry I left you alone so much,” Bucky admitted, pulling you into a tight hug. “I was so scared I’d upset you, but I seriously screwed up.” He rubbed your back as you let all your tears fall. All those weeks of feeling so alone, but you finally had your Bucky back. You wanted to smack him and kiss him at the same time. 

He helped you with the syringe, which was oddly romantic. He was very gentle. Once that was over with, he pulled you into his chest, running his hands through your hair and down your back. You let out a long sigh – you had missed this so much. You forgot how your head felt resting on his toned muscles, how warm his chest was, how safe you felt. It was like a dream. A wonderful, euphoric dream.

“Do you trust me?” Bucky asked softly. The question caught you so off guard, your finger paused before it could finish tracing the scars on his chest. Propping yourself up, you looked at him quizzically. “Of course I do. What kind of question is that?” you replied. You were trying not to be offended that he would doubt you. 

“All I’ve wanted to do is protect you,” he began, sitting up to fully face you. He took your hands in his, mindlessly fidgeting with the diamond ring on your left hand. “But I’ve failed every time.”

“Bucky–“ you tried to cut him off, but he continued.

“No matter how hard I try, you end up getting hurt. I hope you can forgive me. Some days I can barely live with myself, knowing how much pain I’ve caused you.”

“Bucky, for Christ’s sake. This is NOT your fault!” you interjected, hating to see him beat himself up like this. 

“Doll, please just let me explain. It’s important,” he said, giving your hands a small squeeze. You nodded slowly and stayed silent, letting him continue. The urgency in his voice was scaring you. “You deserve better than to stay here and pay for my sins. I can’t stand to watch you suffer like this. Okay? I need you to understand.” His pleading eyes looked deep into yours. The more he talked, the more fearful you became. “I’ve told you some of the atrocities I’ve committed as HYDRA’s assassin. The things I’ve done to further their agenda, to get them in power,” he sighed deeply before continuing. “With the number of times they scrambled my brain, they assumed I couldn’t remember anything. That I wouldn’t recognize faces. But I do. I remember all of them.”

Your heart was breaking for the man in front of you. All those people he killed and all the ones that made him do it. They all take up space in his mind. No wonder he never sleeps. 

“The HYDRA members they arrested when I was freed…that was only a small fraction of them. HYRDRA is everywhere. If I break you out, there’s nowhere we could go that would be safe. I can’t rescue you until I dismantle HYDRA.” He paused and waited for your reaction. He wasn’t sure how you’d respond to all this. 

“Wait a second…are you saying HYDRA is behind all this? I mean that would make sense, this whole reproducing super soldiers thing is messed up, and they’re not exactly known for being ethical. But HYDRA working inside SHIELD? All this time? That’s…” You wanted to say impossible, but ever since your world got turned upside down, you don’t know what to expect anymore. You’ve completely lost sense of what’s normal. “So what do we do? If it’s as big as you say, there’s no way you can take them down alone.”

Bucky let out a deep sigh, looking around the room as if the words he’s trying to find will reveal themselves in the wallpaper. His gaze meets yours, but he won’t find the answer in your eyes either. He held your hands in his and took a deep breath.

“Steve and I have a plan. But we’re gonna need your help.”

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[yuna542]

Connected (OT8 x reader)

Part 22<-

Part 23

Pairing: Chan x Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst, COMFORT

Warnings: 18+, Smut, under 18 DNI!, pet names, Suggestive Themes, Swearing, Overstimulation, Jealousy, ANGST, explicit smut, confessions, fluff

Word Count: 8.1k

Note: Mh. This Part was pure therapy for me… I really hope I could make up for the last Parts and the emotional trauma I put you through. It’s unbelievable how many people are invested in my work. Thank you so much! Every comment, reblog etc motivates me to keep going.

On your first day of your new job as the personal manager of Stray Kids, you didn't expect to be standing in front of the man you made out with last night in a club. But it soon becomes clear that the Stray Kids don't just want you as their manager.

Will this passionate arrangement end your career?

You laid in your bed with your cell phone firmly in your hand, but you avoided looking at the screen as if something might jump out of it and attack you.

Your gaze had been fixed on the ceiling for some time, and you tried to think of something other than Chan and the argument. The aching in your head was by now unbearable and you wanted to stop so bad, that you thought about getting something out of the minibar. You would violate your strict no-alcohol rule on tour. But what else had any meaning at all?

After you returned from the beach, Felix had gone straight back to his room to call his family and talk about the concert they would attend tomorrow and Han had disappeared into the hotel gym with Changbin.

When you returned to your hotel room to check your notifications, you noticed the message from Chan.

It was from last night, when you were already fast asleep.

"I'm with my family. I'll see you at the show. Get some rest and watch the boys for me. ~Chan

You instantly felt shabby. He had let you know despite your argument and you had just read over it and then blamed him because you were just caught up with your anger at him.

Just his name on your screen caused such an extreme feeling of emptiness inside you that you felt sick and you missed him with your entire soul, even though you had seen him just a few hours ago. The argument and that you couldn't just go to him, talk to him only made it worse.

As soon as you saw he was online, you almost threw your phone across the room. When he called just a second after, your body was paralyzed.

You didn't manage to answer, afraid of what he might say to you.

As soon as his name disappeared from your phone again and a missed call was displayed, you kicked the blanket off yourself like a petulant child and cried out of anger.

Anger at yourself. Anger against the world.

You hadn't picked up the phone since, and the carousel of worry ran incessantly in your head.

You were absolutely dreading the show tomorrow and the only thing you wanted right now was to look Chan in the eye, feel his heartbeat and breathe in his scent.

Looking out the window, you realized that dusk would soon be setting in and the hotel room suddenly felt awfully cramped. When your head was about to burst, you dared to look at your cell phone again, but there was no message from Chan. At least not for you.

On Bubble, on the other hand, he had written a message just a few seconds after the call.

"Today Channies Room from a special place. Anyone who needs distraction too is welcome. 6pm?"

Distraction? Did that have something to do with you or were you now completely delusional?

Glancing at the clock, you scooted over to your laptop and flipped it open. The stream had been running for a few minutes and you just wanted to watch it.

After a few clicks, his face actually appeared and your heart leapt when you saw his curly hair and tired smile. He was talking to Stay and just explained that he was in his old bedroom at home now that you were finally in Australia.

He looked stunning in just a hoodie, with those mesmerizing eyes and bare face. It was unfair how someone this kind and humble could be that beautiful.

Mutely you listened to his voice and caught yourself smiling as he sheepishly responded to cute comments or joked around with fans. You loved to listen to his little stories, telling everyone about the many medals behind him, he won at swimming competitions, about his family and how his mom cried when he surprised her today.

Still, there remained a dull underlying mood that he couldn't hide. Quickly, there were also a lot of questions all over the comments asking if everything was okay with him.

He cleared his throat and propped his head on his hands before reading aloud:

"Is everything okay?"

He thought for a few seconds about the best thing to say, but his familiar surroundings and distance from JYP made him let his walls down a bit.

"To be honest, it could be better. Actually, I shouldn't be telling this at all.... I had a fight with someone I care about a lot and because I'm too stubborn to realise it in time, I really screwed up.... I did something stupid and made it worse by being emotional and even more stupid."

Immediately there was wild speculation about who he might be talking about. The names of the boys were written in the comments, but especially your name appeared more and more often.

"No, no. Not with the menbers."

That was the answer to the question. It was obvious that he meant you, because no one else was on tour with him that was so important to him. The fans knew that, and by now everyone who read the Kpop News headlines knew that.

You sat up on the bed and stared spellbound at the screen.

Chan tilted his head a little, laughed sheepishly as he always did when he wanted to disguise his true feelings, and ran his hand through his hair.

"It's just that I really regret it, but I think it might already be too late to make up for everything.... And that would be terrible."

He made a small pause and you could hear your heart dropping to the floor.

„She's so special and I would love to tell her how important she is to me. How much I love everything about her and that she deserves so much more... I did her really wrong."

He was silent for a moment obviously drifting off and then quickly shook his head as he saw the comments escalate.

His words were already conjuring up tears again, even though you thought you had none left.

A desperate whiney: „Channie", escaped your trembling lips.

Suddenly, your field of vision became blurry and you sniffled emphatically as you frantically wanted to touch him, but your fingers only met the hard surface of your screen.

"I don't know... I just don't want to lose her. She's not only smart, beautiful and talented in everything she does. She's my best friend and I can't lose that. I don't know how I would move on. I just couldn't..."

That was enough to make you jump up from the bed and search your phone for old documents. You ran the back of your hand over your face while crying like a little kid and finally you found what you were looking for.

You grabbed your denim jacket, your bag, and closed your laptop before storming out of the hotel room and stopping a cab in front of the hotel.

At your tear-stained face, the driver frowned, but took the address without asking.

With the inside camera of your cell phone you tried to get your face back under control, but even when you got out of the car half an hour later, your eyes were still red.

Wearing only shorts and a much too large rumpled shirt from Changbin, you rang the front doorbell and with a glance at the doorbell sign, you automatically smiled.

An older woman with familiar brown eyes opened and peered suspiciously through the crack first.

"Hello?"

"Good evening. I'm really sorry for the intrusion, Mrs Bang. My name is..." but that's as far as you got, as she pulled open the door and her face lit up. You bowed apologetically several times, but she was already stepping out to you. The resemblance to Chan was now unmistakable and his radiance was reflected in her smile.

"I know who you are! Y/N! Chan has talked a lot about you. I recognize you from the picture he showed. You're just more beautiful in real life," she talked away and you smiled overwhelmed.

Chan had shown his family pictures of you and even talked about you?

"Come in quick! It's nice to finally meet you," she said and shooed you into the house.

Immediately you were enveloped by pleasant smells from the kitchen and you curiously looked around the hallway of the house.

Directly you discovered Chan's shoes and his backpack on the floor.

"Thank you very much. The pleasure is all mine."

After you kicked off your shoes, she led you into the living room where Mr. Bang was sitting on an armchair and looked up as soon as you entered. The little white-brown dog that Chan kept showing you pictures of immediately scurried around your feet and sniffed at you curiously.

"This is Y/L/N Y/N!", Mrs Bang introduced you and Mr Bang raised his eyebrows. Your mere name was enough and they knew who you were. That was strange but kind of nice. You couldn't help but kneel down to the cute puppy and pet him until she wagged her tail excitedly. "Hey Berry. Nice to finally meet you," you said, giggling when she licked your cheek.

"Chris didn't say anything about his manager coming to visit," Chan‘s Dad said, and you stood up and bowed respectfully, your cheeks flushed. Chan's father exuded the same competence that he did, only he didn't radiate that warmth that everybody immediately sensed when they were around Chan. But it was obvious that he had been just as handsome as a young man.

"That's right. He doesn't know I'm here, but I really need to talk to him. This couldn't wait. I'm really sorry if I'm interrupting, Mr Bang," you apologized, but his wife waved you off and stroked your back reassuringly.

„Oh nonsense! You're just in time. We'll be eating soon. I hope you're hungry."

Then you were not mistaken and the delicious smell came from the kitchen where Mrs. Bang was cooking.

"Thank you, that's very kind," you said, feeling a gaze on you.

Turning around, you saw a young woman with dark hair, big eyes and the unmistakable features of Chan. She was leaning against the doorjamb with her arms crossed, looking at you with a mysterious smile.

"Hannah say hello, this is Chris's manager," Mrs Bang said when she saw the young woman as well. She pushed herself off the door frame and came toward you.

"I know who she is. You really are as pretty as in the videos..." she murmured, holding out her hand to you. She was your age and you wanted to meet her since Chan told you a lot about her. Actually you seemed to be very alike and it was almost like you already knew each other.

With cheeks flushed with excitement, you took her hand and smiled.

"I'm Hannah. The idiot's sister."

You nodded, and the same warmth that Chan radiated was palpable in her. But she was confident and firm, even though she was a little younger than you.

"Can I go see him? I really need to talk to him," you asked, and she leaned against the doorframe again. Her intense gaze seemed to scan you until she said:

"He's in his room. Talking to his fans."

"Thanks."

You could hardly stand it any longer. All the tension made you tremble, and you went up the stairs to where Hannah had pointed.

Outside the door you heard his voice already muffled and without thinking further you rushed into the room and as you saw Chan in front of his computer, eyes wide and a confused look on his face a sob ripped from your throat. He jumped up and ran a few steps towards you, but you had already thrown yourself at him and wrapped your arms around him. Confused, he froze and after a few seconds he returned your embrace firmly. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your body shaken with relieved sobs as you tried to be as close to him as possible.

Completely surprised, he sucked in your scent, enjoying feeling your body against his at last, holding your slim waist and wrapping his big arms around you, even if he didn't understand how you could suddenly appear at his family's house.

"Y/N what? How...?" he stammered, overwhelmed, but you only pressed yourself tighter against his chest until you were standing on tiptoe.

"I'm so sorry... so sorry," you whispered and his strong arms held you so tightly that all your fear and sadness vanished into thin air. You were with him and that was enough.

When his arms slid down your back and you loosened a little to look him in the eyes, he gulped loudly. Your eyes were bloodshot from all the crying, your lips swollen and your heart racing so he could feel it against his chest.

You were beautiful and he cupped your face with both hands, wanting to kiss every tear of yours away and never let you go again.

But then he remembered the stream again. Panicked, he looked at the screen. The chat was going crazy and the comments were popping up so fast that you couldn't read anything.

You could only be seen from the chest down and you were barely in the picture, yet it was clear who was lying there in his arms, who he was holding so tightly and he gently detached himself from you to lean in front of the camera and said:

"Okay I have to end the stream now unfortunately. I'll see you next time. Stays and Baby Stays! Big hug!"

He did his typical goodbye and as soon as he turned off the computer, he turned back to you, still unable to comprehend that you were now actually standing in his old room where he spent half his childhood.

"What are you doing here?" he asked in a soft voice, coming up to you.

"I was watching the stream. Heard what you said about me. Chan I'm so sorry."

When your voice shook and he saw how tense your fingers were closed around the hem of your shirt, he quickly pulled you close, put his hands on your hips and leaned his forehead against yours.

"No... I acted like an asshole. I'm sorry, baby. It was my fault from the beginning. I should have told you about the kiss, then I would have told you straight up that it didn't mean anything because I only want to kiss you! I want you and nothing else! I am selfish and stupid. I want you to be jealous like I am when I see you with someone other than my members. I want you to want me as much as I want you..."

The words he should have said to you in the hotel, or even earlier, finally burst forth and your breath rattled as you clasped your hands in his neck.

He looked into your eyes, stroked your cheek and the contours of your face that he had missed so much, and now as you smiled with relief his heart fluttered like a wild bird in his chest.

"I do. Chan I can't go on without you. The last few hours have been hell. Why did you do that? Why did you just leave?"

The guilty conscience he had felt all along returned violently and he pulled you onto his lap as he sat down on the edge of his bed, caressing your thighs and enjoying the way your body nestled perfectly against his.

"I thought it would be best to stay away. You didn't seem like you wanted me around."

"Now I'm here..."

He laughed incredulously and ran his hands through his hair. He looked outrageously handsome in the hoodie and sweatpants, which made you bite your lips as he leaned back a bit to get a closer look at you.

"This is incredible. You're here... You're actually here! How do you even know where my family lives?"

You smiled and played with the rings on his fingers. Holding his hand tightly in yours, you intertwined his hand with yours.

"You told me a few times to send flowers to your mother."

Chan nodded slowly and smiled so brightly that you exhaled heavily.

"True... Sometimes I forget that you're my manager."

You let go of his hand, leaning forward and nuzzling his neck before lightly touching his with your lips.

"Me too..."

You both grinned, each other's breath colliding against your lips, and that's when you finally kissed him. It was like a thousand butterflies were buzzing around in your stomach and the reason for your tears was barely tangible anymore.

He pulled you back with him until he was on his back, stroking his hands under the gray shirt and caressing your skin all over, with his fingertips, while biting your bottom lip. Sighing, you nestled your body against him until your chest was pressed tightly against his, opened your lips a little and already your tongues were meeting, playing with each other, and you were lost in a whirlpool of feelings.

His warmth, the tangy smell of his perfume mixed with his own smell let everything bubble up in you.

You absorbed everything in you. His body beneath you, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you, every movement and every breath.

Pure happiness flooded you and Chan's presence enclosed you in your own world. No one could take this moment from you and as you continued to deepen the kiss, touching each other, caressing, the heat inevitably rose.

The touches became fiercer, more demanding and you felt how much he had missed you.

You didn't know how long you just laid there, kissing and touching. Your bodies intertwined as Chan let out a deep grumble and firmly grabbed your ass with both hands.

Softly you gasped out as he pressed your hips against his in such a way that you could clearly feel his hard length against your cunt through the fabric of his sweatpants.

"I missed you so fucking much," he whispered, his eyes like jet black tar, glued to you and never going to let you go.

His hair was curly, messy, his skin soft and shiny.

You loved it when he dreamily studied your features, as if nothing else mattered.

"I'm here, and I'm not leaving," you assured him, playing with the collar of his hoodie. He was wearing way too many clothes.

You longed for the warmth of his skin on yours.

"Good... You are mine. You belong to me and my members. I want you to know that I only have eyes for you. Not for that stylist or anyone else."

You smiled softly, waving it off:

"It's all good, Chan. I believe you."

You didn't want him to worry anymore. The arrangement was dangerous enough as it was. He couldn't and shouldn't commit himself or even tell a potential admirer that he was taken.

But Chan's expression turned serious. All the things you had said in the argument played over and over in his head for the last few hours like a horror movie.

Suddenly he grabbed you by the waist, turned you until you were under him and looked you so deeply in the eyes that you swallowed loudly.

"You're not just a fuck toy to me. You are so much more! You are the sun... fuck it, the whole universe to me."

He sounded desperate, like he couldn't even begin to put into words what he was feeling. His fingers moved gently across your shoulders, up your neck until they reached your cheeks. You closed your eyes and leaned into his hand, losing yourself in the moment. At a loss for words, the intensity in his eyes threatening to crush you, you smiled and murmured:

"Sounds like song lyrics."

Chan snorted in amusement and kissed your temple:

"You're right. I should write that down."

At that, you shook your head slightly, wrapping your legs around his hips and pulling him to you.

"Not now..."

He immediately returned the kiss stormily. You grew hungrier, all the tension transferred into pure energy and lust that carried you away on a cloud.

You slid your hands under his hoodie and he helped you take it off. Finally you could touch his abs, roaming your fingertips over them until he gasped and he too slid his hands inside your shorts, tight to your ass until they slid up and he could grab a handful, with the other hand he pushed the shirt up until he grabbed your chest and you groped each other greedily, floating higher and higher into desire and as you rolled your hips against his you felt how aroused he was.

"Fuck I'm so hard.... Thought about you so much," he panted against your ear, kissing your neck and kneading your chest until a loud gasp escaped you. Your body and his were so close that they melted into each other.

"Thought about your soft skin..." he whispered and sucked on your neck, pressing his dick right against your cunt.

"Your sweet scent... Fuck and your pussy. I need to fuck you so bad," he panted, grinded his hips against yours until you clenched your hands against his back.

"Channie..." you gasped, your head filled only with desire.

"Sorry to bother you, but dinner's ready if you're hungry."

Startled, you both froze and looked to the door, where Hannah stood with her arms crossed and a big grin on her face.

Chan was trying to cover you up as best he could, but you couldn't come up with a meaningful lie as to why he was lying on top of you half-naked, his hands everywhere he weren't supposed to touch his manager.

"Hannah out! Now!" he yelled at her, but she just giggled and examined you.

"It's okay. Relax. You are lucky it's just me. You guys better come. Otherwise mom will come upstairs."

With those words, she disappeared and you pressed both heels of your hands to your eyes, your head flushed.

Chan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry about that," he muttered, and when your eyes finally met, you couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Chuckling, he buried his face against your neck and wrapped his arms tightly around you.

"Come on, we better not keep my parents waiting," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your stomach, then he looked up at you, eyes shining, and you felt weightless as you nodded.

As soon as you entered the kitchen, your stomach growled at the smell of the feast Mrs. Bang had prepared.

"There you are. Sit down and help yourselves before it gets cold!" she said, and you tried your best to ignore Hannah's intense gaze. You sat down, you across from Chan, next to Mr Bang and Hannah.

Once you were all seated, you tilted your head:

"Thank you for the food and the spontaneous hospitality."

Mr Bang started to eat and waved off:

"Don't mention it. We know how much you do for our Chris."

Chan smirked:

"I don't think so"

Directly your cheeks reddened treacherously as Chan was already grinning into his Miso soup.

"That's true. Chan always tells us about you. How hard you work and take care of the boys."

Your heart beat faster and Chan just stared at you with a big grin.

"That's my job and the boys are like my family now," you told them and the Bangs listened intently.

Then Hannah tilted her head:

"But you and Chris get along particularly well?"

You almost choked on the kimchi you had shoved in your mouth and Chan gave Hannah a warning look. But his parents also looked interested.

"Um... I get along with everyone really well. We live together, after all."

"How can you stand it? With eight young men?" sighed Mrs. Bang, shaking her head anxiously. You smirked a little then.

"It's exhausting sometimes, but they all always look out for me. And we work so much that it's actually rather nice when we see each other in the dorm."

Chan looked relieved and his shoulders slumped. His eyes kept wandering over your face, your body, and he wanted so much to tell his family how much he adored you. That you weren't just a valued friend and manager, but the person who gave him everything he needed.

"I hope so," Mr. Bang gave Chan a sharp look.

"Where are you sleeping tonight?" asked then Hannah curiously, and Chan kicked her shin under the table, making her hiss.

"She can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch in my room."

Chan's parents seemed pleased with that, only Hannah raised her eyebrows in disbelief.

"Really? I thought you guys..."

But she fell silent as Chan stared at her warningly. Your cheeks were glowing by now, and you tried to distract yourself with the omelet, which tasted impossibly good.

The silence grew more oppressive, as did the frowns of the siblings' parents, so you unceremoniously cleared your throat, drawing attention to yourself.

"We'll have to leave bright and early tomorrow. Rehearsals for the performance start at 9."

Quickly, the questioning looks turned to vehement nods.

"Oh yes!"

Mrs. Bang's face beamed.

"We're already so excited to be able to see Chris live tomorrow."

Chan smiled and you could see nervousness flash in his eyes for the first time in a long time.

"So how does it work tomorrow?" asked Mr. Bang with interest, to which you replied:

"You will be picked up by a shuttle and then taken backstage with Felix's family before the show. For the show, I've picked out the best seats for all the family members."

Excitedly, Mrs Bang laughed and Hannah smiled too. Mr Bang nodded and you looked at Chan who was looking at you with affection.

The meal took its course, there was chatter and Chan's family treated you warmly, making you feel right at home.

But you didn't miss Chan nervously wiggling his foot, clearing his throat several times when his mother didn't stop asking you questions about JYPE or about Chan and the boys.

He was impatient, couldn't bear to just look at you now after pining for you for the past few days.

He wanted to kiss your lips, touch your skin until you gasped and finally escape the scrutiny of his family.

Finally, as Mrs. Bang was about to start a new question, just as the conversation about choosing the right outfits was finishing, he slapped both palms on the table and stood up:

"That was very tasty, Mom. Thank you. But we really should get to sleep. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."

You looked down into your lap to hide the telltale grin.

After helping clean up, you said your goodbyes for the night, but before you were really out of the room, Chan grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder.

Gasping, you clawed at his back as he pressed his hands tightly against your lower legs.

"Channie! What are you doing?" you giggled as he carried you up the stairs.

"I can't stand it another second. I need you, now, under me, naked."

He opened the door and pushed it shut with his foot, then tossed you onto his bed, literally ripping the shirt off his body.

You smiled excitedly and eyed his toned stomach.

"I have some things to make up for. I acted like an idiot and I need to show you that I'm sorry."

You slowly fell onto your back as he climbed over you and the grinned meanly.

"You got that right."

He snorted and bit your neck, making you giggle.

You greedily ran your hands up his abs, over his shoulders, and his biceps hovering next to your head.

He just looked at you, his face just a hand's width away from yours, his eyes shining like a whole galaxy and his curls tempting you to touch them. You dreamily stroked your index finger down his cheeks, over his lips and to his chin. You had missed this so much and now you knew that you could never live without him again. Your heart wanted him and in the last few days you would rather die than fight with him.

"You mean the whole fucking world to me, you know that?"

His voice was raspy, honest, and your cheeks turned red.

"Stop it, Channie... You're making me blush."

You tried to hide your face in your hands, but he unceremoniously pushed them aside.

"No. I want you to know that. I never want you to doubt that I want you again! I trust you with parts of myself I'm afraid to show anyone else. And I know I'm not the only one of us there."

Your heart pounded so loudly you had to swallow. His body weight rested comfortably on yours and you returned his eye contact.

"I'm afraid of losing you. I was so afraid of hurting you so much that I lost you.... I don't deserve you after everything I've done..."

He shook his head, desperation in his eyes, and you put a hand on his chest, right over his heart, so he was looking at you.

"I'm yours. Not going anywhere."

After so long of not having togetherness, the stress and work always kept you from it, even though you lived under the same roof. That's exactly why right now, this moment was so special.

He nodded slowly, seeming to calm down. You pulled him closer until he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, buried his face against your neck, and took a deep breath. This embrace, his chest against yours, his body on top of yours was as intimate as anything you'd ever felt in your life. You stroked his soft curls, heard his soft grumble and kissed his cheek, hoping not to burst into tears with emotion.

Suddenly, Chan's cell phone rang on the nightstand. But he did not move. Didn't dare to take his arms from you. You were more important right now.

However, who would call in the middle of the night if it wasn't important?

"Chan? This must be important," you mumbled, but he just grumbled and pulled you even closer.

Sighing, you stretched and got hold of the cell phone. You recognized Changbin's name on the screen and handed it to Chan after you answered the call.

He straightened up a bit, groaned, and then put the phone to his ear.

"Yes?"

Changbin's voice sounded excited, worried.

"Y/N has disappeared. Do you know where she is? Hyunjin said she's not in her room and she's not in Felix's bed either. We searched the whole hotel, but she just left without saying anything."

Immediately you slapped your hand over your mouth. You hadn't thought of that at all when you had left in a hurry. The boys were probably worried all along.

"She's here. With me."

"Oh... Good."

Changbin sounded puzzled, yet equally relieved.

"She's with Chan," he clarified to the listeners in the background.

"All right. I'm relieved then. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Chan hung up and you exhaled with a guilty conscience.

"Shit I just took off without telling them..."

Chan brushed the strands of hair from your face and kissed your lips briefly.

"It's all good. Now they know."

You smiled at the warmth in his smile and pulled him down to kiss you. Quickly the kiss grew more heated and he finally pulled your shirt over your head to look at your breasts.

"No bra huh?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, cupping one of your breasts with his large hand.

"I was in a hurry," you laughed, wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him closer. The heat between your legs was by now unbearable and there you felt that he was also struggling with his arousal the whole time. His presence and touch felt just as you remembered it, warm and hard, yet strangely soft and comforting at the same time.

He began kissing your neck, letting his lips brush lovingly over your skin, hissing as you rolled your hips against his.

"Fuck I was so hard the whole evening..."

You shuddered as he sank his teeth into the sensitive spot behind your ear.

"You just have to promise me you'll never touch Mina again, or look at her," you muttered and that's when he lifted his head and frowned with a smirk.

"Babe she's our stylist..."

Yes it was childish, but you were jealous as hell and couldn't help it. On the side you pulled down his pants, which he watched with wide eyes.

"I know... It just drives me crazy. She's into you and she's around you all the time and I can't even fire her because she's really good at her job and nice as hell."

He slipped out of his pants and grabbed your chin so you had to look at him.

"You're damn cute when you're jealous, did you know that?"

His deep voice and doting look made you melt as he lifted one corner of his mouth cheeky.

"I'm not jealous!" you quickly shot back, even though you both knew that was a lie.

"It's just... Fuck you're mine."

Chan's eyes grew big and took on an intense sparkle. The air was forced out of your lungs as his lips crashed hard against yours and he touched your body passionately, pulling you closer and licking into your mouth as if he wanted to devour you. His hand now hovered above your wet core as he worked his way to cup your heat through the thin material of your panties.

"Take your pants off, right now!" he growled against your lips and you instantly got goosebumps all over your body. Quickly, with his help, you slipped out of your shorts and he hurriedly rolled your panties off your legs until you were naked beneath him.

"God. So fucking gorgeous." His left thumb filed on autopilot and landed on your clit. He ran his thumb up and down through your soaked folds. You murmured his name shamelessly as he put his thumb flat on your clit before starting to rub gentle circles on it.

"Sorry baby girl, I can't wait a second longer, if you talk to me like that..." he whispered and slipped out of his boxers. You almost forgot how massive and powerful his hard length was in contrast to your body. You bit your lower lip as he stroked his fingers through your wet folds and wetted his dick with your juices.

He propped himself up next to your head and lined himself up with your entrance. Then he looked deep into your eyes.

"Normally I'd take better care of you, but you're driving me crazy right now.... I won't be able to hold on for long."

You smiled, because you felt the same way. You needed him to light you up. He had to infuse you with life energy again, otherwise you would surely perish.

"Now's your chance to apologize appropriately," you breathed, grinning teasingly. He snorted.

"Oh I will. What do you want baby girl? Tell me? What have you been craving all this time?" he said, his voice barely a raspy whisper. He knew the answer to your question, he could read it on your face, smell it in the air, feel it in the vein in your neck that throbbed rapidly beneath his fingers. But still, he needed to be sure he was right, hear from your lips the plea for his caresses. He needed to know that you were as desperate as he was.

"You! I want you. All of you and only for me. I want your touch, your cock pounding deep inside me.... Please."

Your stifled gasps he intercepted with a kiss as he pressed his tip into you, sliding inch by inch inside you. He stretched you, seeming to tear your walls apart as he sunk deeper and deeper. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms around his neck, pulled yourself against him until there was not a breath of space between you, no place where you're not touching. You nipped at his earlobe just to watch the shiver race down his back,

But he distracted you from the burning pain with loving kisses, his tongue played with yours and you clawed your fingernails into his back as he sank all the way into you.

"Oh god... fuck... Channie... so big," you groaned out as he was balls deep inside you, making you catch your breath. You wrapped your legs tighter around his body and he pressed a reassuring kiss to your forehead.

"Taking me so well... You're so good for me baby girl. Now let me make you feel good."

With that he began to move his hips. However, slowly and not violently as usual. He kept eye contact, enjoying your soft whimper as he thrusted into you again, deep and savoring every second where your warm pussy sucked him in.

He thrusted slowly but deeply and the world began to drift into the background. You felt only his warm skin, smelled only his cinnamon scent and the passion that made you press your hips against him.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, kissing your soft lips, aware of your body trembling beneath him.

Quickly you nodded, pulling him closer with your legs, pressing your heels against his butt in the process.

"Don't stop! I need you. Please."

Your pleading twisted his mind, your body made him gasp and he moved his hips again. The tip of his cock slowly started to glide into your tight walls again and this allowed him to lay his head on your shoulder and tuck his face into your warm and familiar neck.

Now he felt your soft boobs press into his skin and groaned at the warm feeling it brought him. Chan took your words as a permission to start rocking his hips with yours and it made you let out a gasp of pleasure. This time the sex with Chan was very different than before. He was not fast, heated full of passion and fire. He showed you the loving, caring side that sex had to offer. His movement velvety, deep and engaging. He enjoyed your whole existence, every detail, while he broke you apart completely. You moved in unison, he hit every sensitive spot until you moaned his name out loud, all the while he thrusted into you slowly, you two making your session thats been going on for who knows how long is getting more and more heated. His lips did an incredible job in leaving wet kisses all over your throat and collarbone. He straightened up a bit, his hands sliding down your body from your boobs to your waist, groping and feeling up your skin just so he could appreciate everything about you physically. Your arms around his neck, occasionally threading through his pretty dark curls as he liked looking at you while he fucked you senseless, with deep thrusts that completely silenced your head.

He looked deep into your eyes, rolled his hips and loved the way your thighs were squeezing around his hips. He started thinking about all the things he loved about you. Likewise he absolutely loved the look on your face as he slowly sunk his cock so deep inside of you that you rolled your eyes and treasured the tears that fell from your eyes as he pounded into you. He loved to feel your skin and see how small you looked in his arms.

"Channie I'm close..." you gasped, your fingers tightening on his back and barely fitting a sheet of paper between your bodies. Sweat stood on both of your foreheads, your bodies heated and as if perfectly fused into each other.

"God you're perfect... Come for me baby girl!" he moaned, snapping his hips harder and pulsing deep inside you.

Your fingernails dug deeper into his skin as he kissed you passionately again, you moaning into his mouth and he gripped your breast tightly with his hand. The kiss was soft and slow too, neither rushed nor hungry, and you loved it.

You had time for yourselves for the first time in ages and it was beautiful. Your fight had only brought you closer together and it was a carefree, happy moment in this stressful time.

So maybe that's why you were trying to draw this out as long as possible. To hold off on coming and live in the moment for a while longer. The bed is rocking slightly from the slow but sensual thrusting Chan was doing. Your nails began to claw at the skin of his bare back, making him hiss. He fucked you slow but hard, insistent, determined like he was trying to leave the imprint of himself inside of you long after he was gone.

Suddenly, a euphoric feeling washed over you and your orgasm crashed down on your body. Your body shook and spasmed under him and you had to bite down on his shoulder to conceal your moans. You thought for a moment about his parents, who were just a few doors away. As soon as your walls crushed him the blissful look on your face pushed him over the edge. He came harder than he ever had before, his muscles cramping and he had only bright white desire flooding his veins. He throbbed deep inside you, painted your walls white and looking you straight in the eyes as he gasped:

"Fuck I love you so much..."

You froze at his words, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest. His hips slowed down and rather than thrusting, they gradually just pressed into your hips, rutting back and forth slightly, creating added pressure to your bundle of nerves and extending both of your releases.

When you both came down from your high, breathing heavily, he was still deep inside you, hard and pulsating.

It took a few seconds for Chan to realize what he had just said as well. Cautiously, almost fearfully, he raised his eyes, looking for any reaction in your face, but you just stared at him with your mouth open.

"Channie... Did you just say..."

Your soul was on fire and he squeezed his eyes shut, sighing, finally finding the words again:

"Yes... Yes I think I did. And I mean it too. Don't worry, you don't have to answer that! I just want you to know how I feel."

Your hands trembled as you put them to Chan's cheeks, looking at him and falling in love with him all over again. Because there was no other way to express your feelings for him.

"But what if I tell you that I think I've really fallen in love with you? Hopelessly and head over heels."

His face beamed and he took a rattling breath.

"Really?"

You nodded.

"Yes. And the weird thing is, I feel that way about all of you. The extreme feelings, the affection, the desire.... I can't explain it any other way than love."

This seemed to please him even more. He chuckled, his lips collided with yours and he kissed you slowly and intensely. Like the tide that surrounded you, gripping your body and dragging you out into the sea of passion.

Nor did the heat in your veins, the moisture between your legs and the tension in your body diminish. In fact, you never feared getting enough of Chan, which is why you rolled your hips against his again until he moaned loudly as your walls nuzzled him.

"Do you want to keep going?" you asked, blushing at the wet sound that came as he pushed his cum and your juices deeper into you.

He growled dangerously, grabbing your hips and it elicited a naughty moan from you as he violently snapped his hips into yours.

"With a body like that it's a miracle you haven't brought me to the brink of insanity yet. Every time I see you my cock gets hard, its impossible not to think about fucking you day and night", he murmured and stroked your lower lip with his thumb. Then he kissed your neck, sucking on your soft skin until you saw stars and red marks remained. He became more and more addicted to leaving his marks on you. You didn't care if you had to spend the next week finding creative ways to hide the evidence of your sensual encounter, you just needed to feel him. You wanted him to mark you, to declare ownership over your body. Meanwhile you knew you belonged to him, always would and that this would not change. That was exactly what he had now made clear. No matter how many women flirted with him, you had the certainty that he would always come to you and would always choose you. He managed to communicate that to you without any words at all, and as he shook your insides with each thrust, you were just flooded with pure happiness.

One of the many things you loved about Chan was his duality. Last time he fucked you dumb, it was animalistic to say the least. But right now he was softer than he has ever been. He gently handled you as if you were a fragile porcelain doll.

You clung to his back as he seemed to reach deeper with each thrust. His smell, his skin against yours and the soft gasps with your whimpers was so intoxicating that you could do this forever.

But again the knot formed in your lower abdomen, so you pressed your body tightly against his and tried to push it back. But Chan fucked you too well and he was yours. He loved you and that was better than anything that could happen to you.

He felt your body tense and he looked back into your face, his fingers stroking your bare skin like a map he wanted to explore and uncover its secrets.

"It's alright, baby girl. We've got all night," he murmured, watching you crumble beneath him once again. The stifled gasp, your open mouth and the flush of arousal in your eyes made him realize how much he needed this.

And so you kissed, touched, fucked slowly until hours later the black outside the window was already turning an intense pink and gray. You just couldn't stop. It was like being caught in a frenzy that protected you from reality. In your world, all was well.

Two naked bodies, intertwined, floating between highs and warm love, unable to stop holding each other.

After you could no longer count how many times you had come under him, your aching pussy stuffed with his cum, your head as if emptied, you fell asleep after all. He on top of you, his dick still sunk into you and his face nuzzled against your neck. Tightly embraced and comfortably you dozed off exhausted, until the alarm clock tore you from sleep.

As soon as you arrived at rehearsals together, the boys' conversations fell silent and everyone looked at you curiously.

Chan yawned and you also rubbed your eyes tiredly.

"So you guys made up?" asked Hyunjin curiously as Chan placed a hand on your lower back to curtly say goodbye before climbing on stage with the other guys.

You sat down on the edge with a bottle of water and propped your head on your hand.

"So from the looks of their faces, they've made up all night," Changbin smirked and patted Chan on the shoulder, who just shook his head and suppressed a grin.

"All night?" escaped Han quietly, as by now several people from staff had joined them for rehearsals.

"We had a lot of catching up to do," Chan muttered with a mischievous look to you, to which you bit your lip and stared at the floor. The memories of last night were varied and intense. It was only in the morning that you had noticed that you had spent hours and hours sleeping with each other, and you had even fallen asleep during it, because you couldn't stop for a second. Even now you felt his body intertwined with yours, his length deep inside you and his whole presence as close as never before. It was as if his hands had never left your skin, as if his caresses were permanently carved into your body. One of the technical team announced over a microphone the first song to be rehearsed and the guys lined up. But did not stop cackling with each other.

"Really all night? You guys didn't sleep at all?" hissed Jeongin in disbelief and Chan‘s sly smile was enough to read the answer on his face.

"And I thought I had stamina..." muttered Jisung just before the music kicked in and the kids started rehearsing.

->Part 24

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[rosewolfs-world]

Colourful (Pt 7)

Young Toshinori x Fem OC

Warnings: Cursing & mentions of prior SA

Year 6 - The End

☀️ Hinata was an angel. Toshinori swore on his soul from then on--no one else. No one else would look after him as she did. No one else could rally their friends to support him as she could. She talked him through everything, and together they agreed to let David report a man with…‘the American’s description to the police. Then, with Hinata clutching his hand in the waiting room, Toshinori would see their friend Zoe—now a practising counsellor. On other days, when it was just the two of them--together they would sit and talk about anything. Just like they used to do. She was his first smile. Born of newfound strength and...something more. 

💡 Days have been a blur. Between school and work and supporting Toshinori these past months, daylight seems to fly away. Nights are always worse. Hinata is sure she could get multiple people to agree with her. After Hinata goes home and the sun goes down, Jason is there. First, they talk. Then they bark. Then they snap. Then they shout.

“You’re working yourself to the bone, Hinata. You’ve gotta drop him.”

“What?”

“That big blonde pansy you keep hanging around. He’s just going to keep dragging you down.”

“Wait wha—How could you say that?!”

“Cause I know his type. All he needed was a good screw. Get rid of that hyper-masculine bullshit heroes are always on. Then I figured he’d leave us alone….”

“I’m sorry—ec-fucking-scuse me? You-you-”

“No. Whatever it is you’re thinking, I did not—”

“You assaulted him. You violated my best friend!”

“Oh, don’t fucking act like he’s just your—“

“Don’t. Pack your bags. I’m calling the cops, and you’re getting the hell out of my house. “

“Hina—”

“GET OUT!!”

☀️ Then, out of the blue, Toshinori gets a call. He recognises the ringtone immediately, the profile image even more so. He swipes his phone from the desk without hesitation. “Hinata?” “Toshi--” The young medic’s voice was a shaky command. “-- I need you to come over. Right now.” Toshinori’s nerves hardened immediately. “I’m on my way.”

💡 Hearing a crisp knock at the door, Hinata’s stomach twisted. Oh God, it’s him. How do I--? Her nails carved half-moons into her palms. Snap out of it. You resolved to tell him. If he hates you afterwards, so be it. With one deep breath, Hinata stomped her way to the door and beckoned him in. Her grip on the doorknob was near the point of trembling. She bit her cheek. Keep it together, Shimura! All the while, Toshinori kept his eyes on her as he stood in the entryway. 

☀️“Hinata? I’m here. What is it? What’s wrong?”

💡“I-” The young woman’s eyes dropped to his shoes before she could stop herself. “Toshinori, I’m sorry--” Her exhale hissed between gritted teeth. “If I had seen through him sooner, none of this would have happened. I should never have let him in in the first place. I never wanted--”

☀️“Wait, what-who are you referring to?”

💡“Jason, he said that-! He was the person that attacked you.”

☀️At that, Toshinori froze. His heavy hands are perceptibly shivering at his sides. “...What?”

💡“My ex-boyfriend assaulted you to scare you out of my life. God knows that logic doesn’t make any sense, but--Ergh! And, of course, by trying to keep myself safe, I end up endangering you instead. Just my fucking luck!”

☀️“--Hina, what do you mean? I won’t--” 

💡Hinata hid her face in her hands, casting her vision into shadow. “I’m sorry, Toshi, this is all my fault. I was foolish and scared and--”

☀️“Of course, it isn’t!”

💡“I hid my feelings behind someone else! And, of course, they end up hurting the one I never wanted to see hurt again. Try again and tell me that this isn’t my fault.”

☀️“It’s not! What are you saying, Hina? What feelings were you trying to hide?”

💡“My feelings for you, you blonde buffoon! You are a hero who puts himself in danger every minute of the day like every other loved one I’ve ever lost. God, what is wrong with me?”

☀️Toshinori’s expression fell, utterly blank as if every other thought had left his head except: “--You love me?”

💡 Hinata’s expression crumpled. Her eyes burned. She tried to scrub the burn away with the heels of her hands. “The moment I realized--I couldn’t do it. I chose someone I thought was safe. What a stupid mistake. I’m sorry….”

☀️“Hinata...why didn’t you just talk to me about it?”

💡“Cause I didn’t even want to admit it to myself. I couldn’t bear the thought of bearing my soul to you and then losing you in a burning building the next day.” Hinata confessed. “You remember the last time you were hospitalized?”

☀️“Yes?”

💡“That day...I was thinking about telling you. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then I-I looked in a shop window and saw your face on the news. You were on a gurney headed to emergency care. At that moment--I’d never felt so scared. Ever. I was rooted to the ground and couldn’t move. All I could think was- It’s happening again. I’m going to lose him. I can’t lose you, Toshi-I can’t--”

☀️“You should have told me. Why didn’t you just tell me? Hina--”

💡“Well, I know that NOW!” Hinata snapped. She could sense the lightbulbs fizzling above her head. She took a deep breath. “-I didn’t want to get hurt again, so I-I tried to find another anchor. Jason was a desk jockey, not likely to get himself in any kind of trouble. He was stable; he was safe--turns out he was a fucking douchebag who thought that the way to stop me caring about you was to hurt you. I just--GOD, I fucking lost it.”

☀️“...Is he dead?”

💡“Wha-No! I didn’t kill the guy. Who do you take me for?!”

☀️“I was just about to say I would’ve covered for you if you did.”

💡“Toshinori!”

☀️“Hina, I’ve loved you since I was eighteen. We’ve known each other for six years, and I have loved you all that time.”

💡The young medic clasped a hand over her mouth, trying to keep herself from sobbing. That burning behind her eyes just wouldn’t go away. And no matter how much she held her breath, her skin felt uncomfortably warm. Her voice was tight behind trembling fingers. “Toshi...”

☀️“You-you have to know that I care about you, right? I am many things, but even I know subtlety is not my strong suit.”

💡A laugh broke through her cinched throat before she could stop herself. “There’s not a soul in the world that doesn’t,” She chuckled. “Everyone knows how kind and warm you are. I assumed that was the way you treated everyone, Hero.”

☀️“Hero, I may be, but you are the only fan who means so much to me.”

💡Hinata ducked her head. “Okay, now you’re just being sappy.”

☀️“Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” Toshinori insisted. “I don’t know what--he thought when he made that choice. But it was not your fault. You couldn’t have known.”

💡“I know that. Logically I know that. I just--” Hinata pinched the bridge of her nose, that tense and uncomfortable burning resurging with a vengeance. “I should’ve been looking out for you. I never should’ve let myself get so wrapped up that I forgot I was still supposed to be your friend. I’ve done a crappy job of that lately, and I’m sorry.” 

☀️“Hina,” He choked, “Come here, Sunflower.” The hero opened his arms. With those words, Hinata finally came undone. She fell into him instantly. “We can look out for each other. You are my best friend, and I love you. Of course, I forgive you. Can you forgive me?” 

💡The young medic looked up at him. Her chin propped on the centre of his chest. Her brows cinched together somewhere between confusion and concern. “What for?”

☀️“I should have been honest sooner. About my feelings for you.”

💡“There’s nothing to forgive, not if we’re both guilty of the same thing,” she told him, “I love you. That’s all that matters in the end.”

[hc-geralt-23]

Ragnarrsons reaction to finding out ivar was raped

Title: The Betrayal of Ivar the Boneless

It was a dreary winter evening in Kattegat. Bjorn, Ubbe, Hvitserk, and Sigurd, were gathered in the Great Hall, sharing stories and drinking ale. Suddenly, the doors burst open and a figure stumbled in, badly beaten and bloodied. It was Ivar, the youngest of the brothers.

The brothers rushed to Ivar's aid, helping him to a seat at the high table. As they tended to his wounds, Ivar whispered something that shocked them all. He had been raped.

Silence fell over the hall. The brothers looked at each other in disbelief. This was a crime that not even their most bitter enemies would dare to commit. The violation of their brother left them feeling helpless and furious.

Bjorn, as the eldest, stood up first. "Who did this to you, Ivar? We will find them and make them pay for what they have done."

Ivar shook his head, "It was a group of men. I don't know who they were or where they came from."

Ubbe's face twisted in anger. "Then we will track them down," he growled. "We will scour every village and town until we find them."

Hvitserk's eyes flashed with hatred. "We will make them wish they were never born," he sneered.

Sigurd, usually the quietest of the brothers, was trembling with rage. "I will personally tear them apart with my bare hands," he seethed.

The brothers were united in their determination to avenge their brother's honor. They would stop at nothing until the perpetrators were brought to justice.

Days turned into weeks, and the brothers scoured the land, searching for any leads or clues that would point them towards Ivar's attackers. They questioned anyone who might have seen something, made deals with informants, and even resorted to torture to extract information.

Finally, they received a hint from a trader who had overheard a conversation in a nearby tavern. The men who attacked Ivar were from a rival clan, known for their brutality and lawlessness.

The brothers immediately gathered their army and set out towards the enemy's stronghold. They arrived at night, creeping silently into the camp, ready to attack.

In the chaos of the battle that followed, the brothers fought with a ferocity that even their enemies had never seen before. They cut down men with ease, their movements fluid and coordinated. The enemy was caught off guard, and soon the battle was over.

The brothers searched the camp, looking for any signs of Ivar's attackers. Finally, they found them – a group of men huddled together, terrified.

The brothers dragged them to the center of the camp, and one by one, they began to exact their revenge. Bjorn beat them with his fists, while Ubbe cut off their fingers and toes. Hvitserk burned them with hot coals, and Sigurd gouged out their eyes.

It was a brutal and bloody scene, but the brothers didn't care. They were consumed by their need for vengeance, and nothing was going to stop them from delivering it.

As the sun began to rise, the brothers stood over the battered bodies of Ivar's attackers. They were exhausted, but their faces were grim and determined. Ivar, who had watched the entire scene from a safe distance, approached them slowly.

"You have avenged me," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

The brothers turned to him, their faces softening for the first time since the incident. They had done what they set out to do – they had punished those who had dared to harm their brother. But now, they knew they had to help Ivar heal from his trauma.

They gathered around him, their arms embracing him tightly. As they stood there, they knew that they would always stand by one another, no matter what happened. They were brothers, bound by blood and loyalty, and no one could ever break their bond.

[stepawayfromthedungeon]

31-Day Character Creation Challenge, Day 14 - You Have the Right to Nunchaku to the Face

I can't say enough good things about Straight to VHS, from its die pool system to the creator's love of late 20th Century action movie cheese. The game is in a free public beta right now, but I really hope 2025 is the year we get a "final" published edition. The world needs this.

Character creation is pretty simple: You choose two Tropes and a single Gimmick, and then follow the instructions listed on those. You can be a Vampire Police Cop, a Batteries Included Shredmeister, a Chesty Troubled Athlete, or even a Vampire Werewolf. Take that, White Wolf! After that, you have $200 to spend on gear.

I went with Martial Artist and Police Cop for my tropes, with "No Body, No Death" as my gimmick. More about this later.

I'd say my favorite part about character creation in Straight to VHS is the brief questionnaire on the second page. This encourages you to "flesh out" your character, and actually do some characterization and roleplay. High marks for this.

NAME: Maxx Chainstick

TROPE 1: Martial Artist

TROPE 2: Police Cop

GIMMICK: No Body, No Death

ATTRIBUTES:

ACC: 0

ATH: 3

CHA: 1

INT: 2

SPY: 0

STR: 1

SKILLS:

Acrobatics +1

Persuasion +1

Police Work +2

FLAWS

Firearms -2

Being Cool -2

MOVE DISTANCE: Far

HERO FEATURES AND NOTES:

Add 1D6 to Unarmed Attacks

If a melee attack against you misses, you can move yourself or your opponent anywhere within Close rainge.

If you're "off the grid" somewhere that separates you from both your car and a lawful populace, gain a Token at the start of each Scene.

INVENTORY:

Nunchaku +2 ($90)

Handgun +1, Far range ($90)

$20

Badge

Cop car

ACC + RANGED WEAPON = 1

STR + MELEE WEAPON = 3

SPECIAL ABILITIES

PUSH IT TO THE LIMIT: (Once per act, minor action) Inspire self or an ally. Target gets 2 tokens and heals 2 + on their # of montages in HP.

BAD EDIT: (Once per scene, free action) Turn in a token to take a single extra action at any time, on anybody's turn.

KATA: (minor action) Once per Scene, put on an intimidating martial arts display. Every present enemy loses 1d6 on all rolls before your next turn. If used outside an Action Sequence, gain a Token instead.

WHIRLWIND: (major action) Once per Act, unleash a whirlwind of a melee attack that targets every enemy within Close range.

FREEZE!: (minor action) Once per Scene, show your badge to a target and say something like “hold it, dirtbag!”. On their next turn, the target can't use a major action. If used outside an Action Sequence, your target has a -3 Problem on their next roll in this Scene.

GOOD COP / BAD COP: (free action) Once per Scene, heal 1 HP by faithfully upholding the law. Or earn a Token by violating the law to "get results".

NO BODY, NO DEATH: (minor action) Once per Act, put yourself in a dire a situation and tell the others to run. As long as the other Heroes don't actually witness your “inevitable” death, you will rejoin the team in the next Scene with a wild tale of survival.

WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE? Spiky bleach-blonde hair with brown eyes and eyebrows. A blue headband, tied in the back. A sleeveless police uniform, with a black karate belt wrapped around the waist. Hands are wrapped in boxer's tape.

WHAT TROUBLES YOU? This city is being taken over by a criminal element, and only my friends and I can stop it. Being a cop only gets me so far. There are times when I must work outside the law.

WHAT'S YOUR DREAM / GOAL? After the city is free of crime, I hope to make my way up to Chief of Police, where I'll teach honor and discipline to my new recruits. Our martial arts prowess will keep the city clean and safe.

WHAT'S AMAZING ABOUT YOU? I'm the youngest student ever to achieve a black belt, and the second-youngest ever to graduate the police academy. I got a lot of grief for my age. But now that I'm older, I have twice the experience of somebody my age. Who's laughing now?

WHAT'S NORMAL ABOUT YOU? I love grilling. When it's summertime and I have a free evening, you'll find me on the fire escape of my apartment, grilling up a storm. Anyone want a burger or a dog? I've got lots!

[uss-edsall]

more seriously:

oil facilities, logistics hubs, ammunition depots, training bases, and vital resources for the furtherance of military operations are perfectly legitimate targets in warfare.

Russia throws a shitfit each time because Ukraine “should have” just rolled over and accepted capital G Genocide, and controls the worldwide narrative by claiming Ukraine is doing terroristic attacks and killing innocent civilians.

It’s disgusting that Russia can fire dozens of ballistic missiles at Ukraine, massacring innocents, kidnapping children, destroying Ukrainian cities in a naked war of conquest. Every year of this conflict Russia has done its damned best to obliterate vital Ukrainian infrastructure, particularly electricity, in cruel acts designed to make the masses suffer the winter cold. Brutal atrocities, like the murders in Bucha, are events that Putin and his cronies have never apologised for - and they are common knowledge.

It’s even more disgusting to my eyes how people perceive Ukraine fighting back, and doing so in a way that for all intents and purposes is pretty fucking respectful to the laws of war, with no known Bucha-type massacres even in the counter-invasion into Kursk. These are legitimate targets Ukraine is hitting, and portraying it as atrocity and the violation of innocence is propaganda.

Stop eating up the slop that is being fed to you by the side that does real atrocities and cruel attacks to somewhere in Ukraine every day.

why are the ukes bombing russian factories? the war shouldn’t include attacks on innocents

[purple-babygirl]

hi im not sure if you’re taking requests so you can ignore this if you’d like, but i really liked your mafia bucky fic !! and i was wondering if you could do one where maybe someone breaks into the house and the reader has to force themselves to be big for a little bit just so they can fight them off and then she runs to the little safe room and goes little there and Bucky finds her there and comforts her and it’s just all fluffy? sorry if this is so specific i just loved the last fic sm 😅

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word count: 1,958

Warnings: reader gets attacked (includes harassment and mentions of violence, cursing, guns), reader gets hurt, mentions of killing, Bucky's softness (yes it's a warning), ddlg dynamics.

A/N: I've been holding onto this one for forever now I'm really sorry for taking so long, dear nonnie🥺 it means the world to me that you liked mafia!daddy!bucky and i hope i delivered with this one and that you like it as much, love. Please enjoy ily xx💜

~

safe

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You can do this.

It all happened too fast. She woke up to guns shooting, Bucky’s men yelling at each other before all the voices suddenly stopped and the door to their bedroom was violently kicked open.

She didn’t even have time to scream before she was dragged from under the large bed by her ankle.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just like Daddy taught you.

“Let go! You don’t wanna do this!” she shrieked, warning the person trying to snatch her off the floor, her leg kicking as she struggled to flee his vice-like hold.

She’d suddenly forgotten every single self-defense move Bucky has ever taught her and was thrashing in panic.

“Oh, I don’t?” the man laughed, his grip painful on her limb as he tried to get on top of her.

She screamed when he dug his fingernails in the flesh of her shin, forcing her legs apart.

“Such a delicate little thing.” He licked his lips when he drew blood, running his gun up her bare leg, pressing down when it reached her inner thigh, “beg me to let you go.”

The words infuriated her big self. If Bucky had taught her one thing that she could never forget it was how dear and precious she was.

“Do you know who my man is?” Her free foot collided with the intruder’s chin, hitting him just right for his teeth to slam together, making him groan and loosen his grasp.

“I beg no one for nothing.” She spat, clumsily standing up, rushing inside Bucky’s large walk-in closet.

“You’re gonna regret that, you little bitch!” The masked man threatened, banging his fist on the door, “I’m gonna make that man of yours weep blood over your dead slut body!”

Her breath was coming out in puffs as tears blurred her vision. With trembling fingers, she moved Bucky’s hung-up suits to the side, revealing the metal door to the panic room.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. Just a bit longer.

She could hear the man take a few steps back and she knew he was going to shoot the closet open. Her shaky fingers pushed the buttons and typed the number code, the date of the day Bucky had asked her to be his.

I feel safe knowing I have you, angel, so it’s only fit that we make it the safe room code, he'd told her with a playful shrug.

She slid inside as soon as the door moved, pushing her back against the concrete wall, trying to take her breath. The door clicked shut right before the wooden one to the closet was thrown open.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl.

You’re a big girl. You got this.

She let out a relieved sigh that broke into a sob as she tiredly slid down the wall, still hearing the scary man curse, bang and shoot on the safe room door.

Where was Bucky? She couldn’t hold on any longer. This wasn’t a situation she wanted to be present in. Her body started folding up, taking fetal position as her mind led her to the safer side against her better will. Even her fists closed upon themselves, tears leaving her eyes and traveling down the bridge of her nose. She was losing consciousness of her present surroundings, pictures of Bucky’s eyes spreading in her vision instead of the dull, grey walls of the room.

She was crying too loudly to hear the firing of Bucky’s gun right outside the door or the peeping of the door as it slid open once again.

“Angel!” Bucky’s voice sounded so distant. She felt like she was drowning with how muffled his calls were to her ears.

Seeing her body shake with sobs on the floor like that made Bucky want to walk out and shoot the man’s dead body again and again until he couldn’t be identified.

How dare they send someone here? How dare they violate the sanctity of his home? They were certainly not going to live another day to repeat or repent from their sins.

“Angel, are you hurt?” He kneeled beside her, gently untangling her limbs to check if she was wounded anywhere.

Aside from a couple of nasty scratches by her ankle, she was physically okay and Bucky could breathe a little better as his body sagged on the floor.

He swallowed and lifted her on his lap, signaling his men to leave when they stepped in the room to check if they were needed after ‘cleaning up’.

“Get me water.” Was all he said and they were running to the nearest fridge.

“I’m sorry, my angel. I’m here now. You’re okay.” Bucky mumbled, lips hovering over her temple.

“Dada.” Her body leaned into his warmth but her cries didn’t stop and Bucky could only hold her closer as he tried not to let guilt rip him apart.

She was like that now because of him. Had he been a normal man with a normal life, she would’ve been safer. She didn’t deserve to be startled awake only to be chased by a criminal in the middle of the night. She didn’t deserve any of the bullshit that hit her because she was with Bucky.

He kept planting kiss after kiss to her head, wishing he could go back and be there to protect her.

“Shh, you’re okay, my angel. You’re safe,” he kept telling her as he supported himself up with her in his arms.

Her cries were dying down and she was getting comfier in Bucky’s protective hold, fingers digging in his shoulders afraid he would leave again.

“Please, calm down, baby. I’m here. No one can hurt you, angel.” Bucky took her out and to the bathroom so he could take a look at her leg.

“Baby, are you hurt anywhere else?” he asked after sitting her down on the cold counter.

Instead of answering, she pressed her forehead to his chest and kept sniveling, hands clutching Bucky’s jacket. She wasn’t ready for him to let her go yet. She may be too far gone but her body knew it needed to be close to Bucky’s.

“Baby, please come back to me,” Bucky begged, tears threatening to spill from his once hard, cold eyes.

“Angel,” his thumb brushed her cheek and she finally looked up to him.

“Dada, I was so scared.” She sobbed, shaking at the memory.

“I’m sorry, my angel.” Bucky pressed his lips to her forehead, “I’m here with you, baby. No need to be scared anymore.”

“That man- he-” she hiccupped.

“You’re okay, angel. Breathe.” Bucky stroked her back warmly as she buried her face in his chest again.

He took the bottle of water from one of his men, waving him out of the bathroom.

“Here, baby, drink some water.”

She wouldn’t move. She just wanted to be close to Daddy. She was scared and Bucky was safety. He was home.

“For me, baby. Just a tiny sip.” Bucky twisted the bottle cap open, gently cupping her cheek to coax her away from his body.

His heart swelled when she leaned her damp cheek on his palm, enjoying the warmth. Her smaller hand cupped his and her eyes closed, her face further pressed into Bucky’s hand as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

Bucky bit his lip, holding back the waterworks. He should’ve been here; should’ve prevented it all from happening. His thumb brushed her chin and she opened her eyes.

“Drink a little, angel.” Bucky offered a kind smile.

She nodded, sitting up straighter, her lashes wet with tears as she looked up to Bucky, her gaze holding no blame.

He brought the bottle to her lips and she gulped down, the chilled water soothing her sore throat.

“Better?” Bucky cocked his head to the side and she nodded, sniffing.

Bucky bowed, holding his forehead against hers. He just wanted to feel her breathe soundly; wanted to make his mind stop telling him he almost lost her forever.

“Dada.”

“Yes, my angel.” Bucky pecked her lips.

“My leg hurts.” Her voice was awfully small as she pointed to the burning scratches ruining her beautiful skin. Bucky wished he could hide her between his ribs in place of his heart.

“Daddy’s got you, angel.”

Bucky cleaned her wound, apologizing with a kiss to her cheek every time she hissed. He had her tell him what happened to distract her and it worked. She wanted him to be proud so much she eagerly told him all about kicking the bad man. Tears gathered in her eyes once again when he applied ointment but she continued with her story, Bucky’s smile keeping her calm.

“Angel, you were so brave! I’m so proud of you, baby.” Bucky kissed her bandaged leg, “how did you do that?!”

“Kept thinkin’ dada thoughts.” She hugged Bucky again.

Bucky was a puddle on the bathroom floor. She was telling him she was brave like that because she was thinking of him through it all. He adored her so much he didn’t know who he was if not her man.

“I promise this is the last time you would ever have to go through anything like that,” Bucky assured, chuckling lovingly when she squeezed him harder and nodded.

She believed Bucky. She knew he could keep her safe. This wasn’t a usual occurrence, Bucky’s always made sure she was protected. She had no doubt anything would change. She trusted her Daddy with all her heart.

Bucky knew that and it scared him to death. He was scared one day he might not be up to the trust she’d put in him. He feared disappointing her; not being there for her in time. He was terrified a day would come where he might let her down.

“Never again. You’re safe, my angel. You’re always safe with me.”

Bucky’s soft lips placed a languishing kiss to her forehead. Her eyes were next, Bucky kissed her eyelids and under her eyes. Then he left wet kisses on both cheeks before pecking her nose. She smiled shyly when he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers.

“I love you, angel,” Bucky whispered against her lips before kissing her.

~

Bucky carried her back to their bed. The room was organized again, nothing was out of place and she was in Daddy’s arms. She was safe once more.

Bucky held her to his chest all night, his mind too loud to let him fall asleep. She went back to bed almost immediately though. Bucky’s presence was all it really took for her to feel peaceful enough to close her eyes and dream again.

When she moved out of his embrace in her sleep, Bucky carefully left the room and went to his office to review the security cameras footage. He knew watching the attack would make his blood boil again but he had to see what happened and how the unlucky asshole got inside his mansion.

While she already told him she’d defended herself, Bucky was the proudest seeing it unfold on the screen.

“Do you know who my man is?... I beg no one.”

The words brought the largest smile to Bucky’s lips. He was so proud of his angel; so amazed by her courage. He thought he couldn’t love her any more than he already did and he was wrong. His heart has picked the right girl and for that he was grateful. Bucky took one last look at the shining ring in his top drawer before shutting it and walking back to continue cuddling his precious sweetheart.

~~

Tags: @harrysthiccthighss, @tinystudentfirepurse, @lavendercitizen

[l1tw1ck]

To Be Your Knight

Bottom!FTM!Diluc x Top!King Reader

[YRHS] [Part Two] | AFAB language used

Contains: Non-Con, Rough + Painful Sex, Blood

Words: 1,005 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Today is a big day for Diluc, it's the last day of preparation for him to become your knight. He's ready for anything.

When you asked him to meet in your bedroom, he assumed that you'd be preparing him to handle an attack whilst you're asleep or something similar. Gods was he wrong.

Diluc opens the door with your permission, bowing and standing at the door waiting for your command.

You close the curtains. "Take off your armor and remove your vision."

Diluc doesn't understand but doesn't question his king, removing the metal garments one by one and gently placing them on the floor. He hesitates before lying his vision next to the pieces of armor.

You walk over to him, holding rope and duck tape. "I'm training you for if you ever get kidnapped. I want to see how well you can handle it."

Diluc nods and allows you to tie him up and tape his mouth. He doesn't see the sick grin growing on your face as you push him onto the bed.

You have the rope circled around his torso to disallow any movement of his upper body, however that's the only place you put rope around. For your own convenience.

"How will you get out of this my knight?" You smile, pulling your shirt over your head.

His feeling of safety quickly vanishes as he watches you strip down to nothing. He desperately tries to get out of the binds but fails.

You rip apart his pants, exposing his underwear. You mutter an amused 'oh' when you forcefully remove his boxers and you're greeted with a pretty puffy cunt. You spread his legs and admire him fully.

Diluc flushes red in both embarrassment and anger. He tries to kick you but your grip on his legs is too strong.

You bring your head towards his cunt, taking a lick to taste him. Diluc feels pathetic as you eat him out. He always saw himself as strong and trusted in his strength to be able to get out of a situation like this with ease but here he is, practically and unwillingly at your mercy.

For the first time in Barbatos knows how many years, Diluc cries.

He breaks out into sobs.

You pull away with a smile on your face. "I don't know if you're suited to be a knight if you cry this easily." You chuckle, pulling your pants down.

Diluc closes his eyes and thrashes around but his movements are halted by your strong hands. You use one hand to keep both of his legs in place as you align yourself with his entrance.

"It's going to be a lot more painful for you now Diluc." You say as you forcefully push yourself inside him, his cunt impossibly tight from the position he's in.

Diluc's sobs get more desperate as your cock deflowers him.

"I'm happy you saved yourself for me, my knight." You muse at the blood coating your length. "You should give up on fighting me, do you think anyone will help you?"

You rip the tape off. "If you yell, you're merely disturbing my people. Be quiet and allow your King to do as he pleases."

Diluc only sobs more as you violate his previously untouched cunt. He gasps every time you thrust in, the feeling always more painful than the last.

"No- no more- please." He finally speaks after what feels like forever to him.

"Shh, it'll be over once I'm satisfied." You move his legs apart and give him a peck on the forehead. "I suppose you'll give this all up? Despite all your hard work, you lose from this?"

Diluc looks at your expression through the blurred vision, barely managing to make out your pitying expression.

"Pathetic." You spit, smacking his clit. "You're quite pathetic, Diluc."

Calling him pathetic is like a slap to the face, he's not strong enough in your eyes. He's not worth anything to you anymore. Diluc turns his head to the side and stops sobbing, only crying quietly and trying to stop. He wants to be a knight, your knight, he really does. But is it worth it?

"I won't force you to endure it all. Just let me come and I'll let you go." You pick up the pace.

"No- no- don't.." Diluc isn't quite sure what he's asking for. For you to stop or for you to not give up on him?

A part of him wants you to stop and never touch him again but the other part wants you to reconsider, maybe not to keep fucking him but to still allow him to be your knight.

"I'm giving you compromise, don't be so ungrateful." You slap him.

"No- I-"

"Shut up."

Diluc's cheeks burn in shame.

Your thrusts get less rhythmic before you pull out. "If you don't want to get pregnant or walk out here covered in cum, you'll swallow." You grab his hair and bring him towards your dick. He opens his mouth meekly and allows you to shove it inside, thrusting a few times before sending a load of cum down his throat.

You move away and put your underwear back on. "Go down to my assistant, they'll be awake at this time, and tell them you failed." You remove the rope from Diluc.

"Wait- I- I'll let you do it, please...I just...I need this, please don't give up on me, I'm begging you!" Diluc grabs onto your arm.

He needs to be your knight, it's his father's will for Diluc to become the King's personal knight, he can't just accept this loss after all he's been through. After all he's done.

You chuckle. "Oh, Diluc, you failed. Maybe I'll let you retake this test in the future."

You get him dressed in the extra pair of pants you prepared and push him out the door with blood still seeping out of him.

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Good for a Weekend (Helmut Zemo)

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Summary: You were retired, a disgraced Avenger content living the rest of their life out in solitude. But Sam and Bucky's shenanigans dragged you back into the hero life and you found yourself face to face with the man who'd got you into this mess in the first place. The question is, however, is he really who you thought he was? Or are you just as crazy as him?

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x Reader

Warnings: TFAWS Episode 3 Spoilers, Zemo (he's a warning), swearing, mentions of torture and experimenting (past), drinking, Zemo being semi-protective, I think that's it??

Word Count: 3.41k

Author's Note: Biting the bullet and writing this BEFORE Marvel does something to get us to hate him again. Also, ZEMO AND BLANK SPACE WORK SO WELL TOGETHER OMG.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” You murmured, looking at the message from Sam flashing across your phone. Although you had stopped dead in your tracks, the chaos of the bustling streets of London continued around you. You pushed your sunglasses further up your nose, them having fallen down as you were peering at the screen of your burner cell.

‘Need your help in Madripoor ASAP,’ the text read. You weren’t daft, you knew exactly what kind of lawless entropy happened on that Indonesian island and if Sam was asking for your help, that meant he was in some deep shit.

‘I’m retired,’ you replied, glancing over your shoulder out of habit. Although you’d been pardoned after the Berlin incident by the government, you were still a disgraced Avenger in the eyes of the world. All you wanted was to live the rest of your life out in peace, a future without the world-saving you began when you left HYDRA with the Maximoff twins.

You hadn’t chosen to become a human lab rat, tortured and exposed to the mind stone until you could suddenly hear the thoughts of others in your head. Telepathy and telekinesis were not necessarily the kind of special skills that employers wanted to see on a resume, but alas, here you were. Thankfully, however, you'd learned to block them out until necessary to violate people's privacy. Fighting aliens and other superpowered entities, including the people you’d once considered to be your family, were in the past.

‘Please. It’s Bucky,’ Sam messaged again. Those three words were enough to make your blood run cold and your heart stop. Bucky was the reason you were in this mess in the first place, and you would be damned if the ex-assassin was going to fall back into the clutches of evil.

With a sigh, you typed back ‘fine’ and began the trek towards your apartment. Your phone was vibrating again immediately, Sam explaining that they would be picking you up at a small airstrip on the edge of the city.

Three hours later, you were walking along a long, concrete runway, the harsh England wind attacking your body as you pulled your leather jacket tighter around you. Your brows furrowed in confusion at the sight of a civilian jet rather than the military-esque vessels you’d become accustomed to. The steps were awaiting your ascent with an older man stood adjacent to the entrance.

“Ms.(Y/L/N),” he greeted. A thick accent laced his tone, one you couldn’t quite determine from the crackling of age in his voice. German or Russian, most likely, you deduced. Attempting to be polite despite your skepticism, you gave him a tight-lipped smile and handshake before the elder man gestured towards the stairs for you. Entering the jet, you turned right to be met with the familiar faces of Sam and Bucky.

“(Y/N)!” Bucky exclaimed, rising from his seat and embracing you in a hug. He held you tightly against his body, almost as if he wasn’t sure you were really there. The super soldier had taken a liking to you when the two of you stayed in Wakanda during your exile, both of you having a certain understanding of the other due to your shared experiences with HYDRA. The sergeant had become somewhat of a brother to you in your time away together. “What are you doing here?”

“Sam messaged me.” You replied, Barnes’ arms immediately releasing you as he whipped around to face Sam.

“You tattled on me to (Y/N)?” He scoffed. If looks could kill, Sam would have dropped dead from the darkness in Bucky’s orbs.

“Wait, if he’s okay then what am I here for?” You said, shifting your gaze to Sam as you raised a brow.

“You’re here to make sure that he stays in line.” Sam snapped, crossing his arms over his chest as Bucky let out an exasperated ‘Jesus Christ’ under his breath.

“Bucky’s fine, Sam.” You replied, rubbing your face with your hand in annoyance as you glanced at the super-soldier.

“He’s not talking about James.” A new voice sounded from behind you, one both vaguely familiar but also strange. Whipping around, you were met with a face you’d only ever seen through a screen. Zemo.

“What the fuck is he doing out of prison?!” You exclaimed, looking between Sam and Bucky in utter disbelief.

“Bucky broke him out of jail!” Sam exclaimed, pointing a finger towards the super-soldier.

“Sam’s the one who pulled me into this mess!” Bucky pointed back.

“You two morons have reached a whole new level of dumbassery!” You exclaimed, keeping a cautious gaze on Zemo in the corner of your eye. “You broke out the man who ripped apart the Avengers out of jail and you let him do it?! The same man who killed King T’Chaka! Do neither of you remember what T’Challa and the people of Wakanda just did for us after we became enemies of the state?! I cannot believe that you would betray their trust and help this monster to escape!”

You paused for a moment, breathing heavily as you looked at the ashamed faces of Bucky and Sam in front of you.

“I’m sorry to-” You heard Zemo begin, you turned to face him with utter rage shining in your eyes. “No! The grown-ups are talking, you can wait your turn.” You scolded him, almost as you would a child but just a tad harsher. Grown-ups may have also not have been the best choice of words to describe Wilson and Barnes.

“I don’t want any part of this suicide mission!” You snapped at the duo, moving to leave.

Thirty minutes later, however, you were still on the jet, glaring into a pair of brown eyes as the four of you flew through the air. Honestly, you couldn’t believe you were still there, but Sam and Bucky knew you too well and pushed just the right buttons to convince you to stay. Sam needed you to tap into Zemo’s mind if need be to figure out if he was planning on betraying them, and you didn’t want two of the last people you trust getting themselves killed if you could prevent it.

Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum were sitting across from each other, meaning that you got stuck sitting across from the Baron in silence. He shifted uncomfortably under your gaze, the darkness in your (Y/E/C) orbs not sitting well with the man.

“So, you read minds.” He began, rubbing his hands together anxiously. You noted the nervous tick and couldn’t help but feel amused at his discomfort, but your expression never faltered.

“You don’t need to make small talk.” You bit, your icy tone growing colder in every syllable.

“I’m genuinely curious, is all.” He began, pausing his fiddling to brush his hair back only to resume it once more. “It just seems like for someone with your abilities, you’re often an overlooked member of the team. You’re the most powerful, even more so than Maximoff or Banner, perhaps, yet you were never truly an Avenger, were you?”

“It doesn’t matter, I’m retired.” You muttered, ending your glaring to gaze out the window. The way Zemo spoke about you was unsettling, especially considering how he felt about the Avengers. He seemed not to think that you were part of the team, similarly to Bucky, and that brought you a feeling of unease.

“And why is that?” Zemo pushed, your avoidance evidence that he’d struck a chord.

“Why do you care?” You scoffed, looking back at the Sokovian man, both annoyance and exhaustion present in your tone.

“Because I think you’re like me.” He answered, his tone becoming quieter. Zemo didn’t look at you with the same rage you’d seen in footage from 2016, nor with the amusement that he gazed at Bucky and Sam with. No, it was something different, softer and analytical, perhaps. You wanted to peer into his mind for something, anything to figure out what he was thinking, but he would likely feel your prodding into his consciousness. As of now, he didn’t seem to have any plans to betray you guys, and you wouldn’t be the one to give him a reason.

“That’s enough from you.” Bucky interrupted, rising from his seat to switch places with you, his brotherly possessiveness clear as day.

The rest of the flight was uneventful, and Zemo provided the three of you with costumes for the roles you were to play in Madripoor. Yours seemed to have been designed specifically to be horribly uncomfortable, both in feel and the amount of skin that was exposed in the cool evening air. The three of you were making your way towards the glowing city shining in the distance, the nerves in your stomach rising with each step.

“Only an American would assume a fashion-forward Black man looks like a pimp.” Zemo explained in response to Sam’s protests over his own outfit. “You look exactly like the man you’re supposed to be playing. The sophisticated, charming African rake named Conrad Mack, aka the Smiling Tiger.”

“He even has a bad nickname.” Sam said, looking at the picture of Conrad on the phone Zemo had just handed him. “Hell, he does look like me though.”

“And who am I supposed to be playing, exactly?” You questioned, still unsure as to what role you would be playing in this scheme.

“My partner,” Zemo said simply, an amused smile working his way onto his lips.

“What?! No! Nu-uh, I’m not doing that!” You protested, Sam chuckling at your denial of what was probably inevitable.

“Would you rather the alternative of all of us getting slaughtered the second we step foot into the city?” Zemo retorted, still humored by your resistance.

“Fine, but if you try anything I’m going to break your nose.” You gave in.

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

Soon, the four of you were making your way into a bar, Helmut’s arm wrapped tightly around your waist since the second you exited the car in a mock possessiveness. It was all part of the charade, you had to remind yourself, as the Baron kept your side pressed against his snugly.

Making your way up to the counter, the bartender didn’t look impressed to see the group of you there as he made his way over to you.

“Hello,” He began. “Wasn’t expecting you, Smiling Tiger.”

“His plans changed. We have a business to do, with Selby.” Zemo interjected before Sam could respond.

“The usual?” The bartender ignored Zemo and turned his attention back to Sam, who simply gave a curt nod in response. The bartender turned, grabbing a snake from a jar and slicing it down the underside with a blade. A part of you wanted to cackle, especially seeing Sam stiffen beside you, and you didn’t doubt that Bucky was having to restrain himself as well. Zemo didn’t seem surprised as the bartender pulled who knows what out from the snake and placed it into a glass.

“Smiling Tiger, your favorite.” The Baron commented, the bartender sliding Sam his beverage only to pour two glasses of a different liquor for Zemo and yourself.

“I love these,” Sam said, raising to clink glasses with yourself and the Sokovian man whose arm was still draped around you.

“Cheers, Conrad,” Zemo replied, smiling back at poor Sam. The three of you downed your burning liquor, Sam struggling the most out of the three of you, clearly appalled by the organ at the bottom of his shot. You could see Bucky give a little nod in the corner of your eye, knowing he must be finding this as amusing as you were.

A man soon approached Helmut from behind, tapping him on the shoulder before he turned to face the stranger, shifting you with him. When Zemo felt the little nudge, he immediately pulled you closer to him. You were even tighter against him now, so much so that you had to wrap an arm around him as well to stabilize yourself. It was almost as if he was trying to shield you from the man despite him knowing full well that you can hold your own.

“I got word from on high; you ain’t welcome here.” He spat, getting too close to the two of you for either of your likings. But Zemo kept his air of indifference while you instinctually moved closer into his side. It’s all an act, remember? You have to play the part of the clingy partner who would get frightened at such a rough man threatening you two. Or at least, that’s what you told yourself.

“I have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me…” Zemo began, trailing off as he gestured to Bucky.

“New haircut?” The strange man asked Bucky, who merely glowered in response.

“Or bring Selby for a chat.” Zemo finished, this time him being the one to get into the man’s face. Thankfully that was enough to send him away, most likely to Selby or this Power Broker who seems to be Madripoor’s own version of Big Brother.

You could feel Zemo let out a breath that you don’t think he even knew he was holding, giving a quick glance down at you before placing a peck on your temple. For the facade, of course. But what wasn’t fake were the butterflies rise in your stomach, something that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Were you… Flustered?

No, you reminded yourself internally. This was a very bad man holding you close, the same one who killed the former King of Wakanda and ripped your team to shreds. Not only that, but he hated all the Avengers, so why did he seem to like you? It doesn’t matter whether or not he likes you, he’s Zemo. But the more time you spent with him, the more intoxicated you became. He was starting to look more and more like your next mistake, and love is certainly not a game you wanted to be playing with him. Right?

The next thirty or so minutes were a blur. Bucky having to fake being the Winter Soldier to kick a bunch of men’s asses to finally meeting up with Selby, only for Sam to break your cover through a phone call and Selby quickly being shot. The four of you promptly exited the bar, attempting to remain inconspicuous until bounty hunters from all around started shooting at you. Bucky and Sam jumped forward, meanwhile, Zemo darted to the right, dragging you with him as he moved his hand from your waist to interlock your fingers.

You cut through alleyway after alleyway, hiding in the shadows as gunfire echoed around you. Eventually, you managed to catch up with Bucky and Sam, approaching the pair with your hand still in his.

“Well this is too perfect.” A female voice interrupted your mini-reunion, Sharon Carter emerging from the shadows as she ripped down her hood, gun fixated on Zemo.

“Drop it Zemo,” She started, Zemo raising his gun-holding hand before lowering the weapon to the ground. “You cost me everything.”

“Sharon, wait.” You reasoned, raising your hand as you slowly backed up.

“What, are you his lover now? His sugar baby or some shit?” She badgered you, causing your eyes to widen as you only just remembered that you were still holding his hand. You quickly dropped it, raising it to match your other arm as Zemo sent you a look that you couldn’t decipher. Oh, how desperately you wanted to look into his mind, but the little bit of sanity left in you told you to leave it be.

“Someone recreated the super-soldier serum and Zemo had a lead,” Sam explained.

“That explains why you guys are here. And Selby’s dead.” Sharon replied, gun still pointed at your group.

“So what are you doing here?” Bucky questioned the blonde.

“I stole Steve’s shield, remember? I also took the wings for your ass so that you could save his ass from his ass and became a criminal with their ass.” She explained, pointing the gun at each mention of whoever's ass it was that turn. “Unlike you, I didn’t have the Avengers to back me up, so, I’m off the grid in Madripoor.”

“Hey, don’t blow that smoke. I was on the run, too.” Sam rebutted Sharon’s complaints.

“Was. Is. Big difference. I don’t speak to my family anymore - I can’t. My own father doesn’t know where I am.”

“Listen…” You began. “Sharon, we need your help, the former agent only laughing in response. “Please.”

“This isn’t over.” She conceded, shaking her head at you. “I have a place in High Town, you should be safe there for a while.”

Sharon’s place was definitely nicer than yours is now, and you’re not even on the run anymore. She, thankfully, had a change of clothes for you to slip into, the soft material much a welcome relief from the tortuous item Zemo had you wearing.

While you were waiting for Sharon’s guests to begin arriving for whatever event would soon be taking place downstairs, everybody slowly filtered out of the room until it was only Zemo and yourself remaining.

“Can I ask you a question?” You spoke up, breaking the silence from your spot on the sofa as you glanced towards the Baron seated across the room.

“Ask away.” He smiled, taking a sip from the amber liquid in his glass.

“What did you mean earlier, when you said we were the same.” Your voice was quiet now, so much so that you weren’t sure if he’d even heard you. That is until he got up from his seat and slowly walked towards you.

“I never wanted to tear the Avengers apart, not until they killed my family. Destroyed my city… Sure, I didn’t like them, but I didn’t want to destroy them. It was all about vengeance.” He began, sitting beside you on the yellow fabric. “For you, it was HYDRA who ruined your life. You joined the Avengers because it was where the last people you had left were going and it was the easiest way for you to ensure the organization was destroyed. You never wanted the idolization that came with being a hero, and it was clear when your work was done that you had no desire to keep going. Everything that came after the Sokovia Accords was out of survival.”

“I’m not saying you're right,” you began, “but what would that make me, then? Insane? Cause that seems to be the running theory.”

“You’re not crazy, despite how rumors fly. Neither am I, really.” He began, eliciting a small smile from you at the last bit he added. “You’re a fighter, someone doing whatever it takes to get their agenda done. Whether that means breaking the law or joining the Avengers, nothing will stop you once you put your mind to it - it’s one of the things I admire about you.”

You pursed your lips as you focused on the amber fluid floating in its crystalline home, him taking another sip of the burning liquid. Your gaze shifted back to his face, and oh god, look at that face. Maybe it was the liquor in your system already or maybe your last bit of sanity was finally escaping your mind, but suddenly his past didn’t seem to matter anymore. You had plenty of red on your ledger as well, and the more he spoke the more you began to sympathize with him.

“So you admire me?” You smirked, crossing your arms as you tilted your head slightly to the right playfully.

“Why don’t you look into my mind and tell me?” He replied. Reaching out, you gently placed your fingers against his temple as you gazed into his consciousness. Flashes of magic and madness, ideas of a love that could be forever or go down in flames. You didn’t go searching deeper, because your own mind was racing. Would pursuing this be worth all the pain that could very well follow? No, not could, would. You’d be betraying your former teammates, but what did that matter much anymore.

Rather than pulling your hand away, you placed your lips gently on his, tentatively, even. He tasted of expensive liquor and a hint of peppermint, and you found yourself intoxicated. The kiss ended far too soon for your liking, him pulling away so his brown orbs could gaze into your own.

“So… What do you say?” He asked, cupping your cheek in his hand, you place your own over top of his.

“Why not?” You smiled back, reconnecting your lips to his.

“I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.”

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Chapter 22

WC:7.1K  , CW: SMUT

More drama unfolds as Kris finds out the whole truth and then confronts Sidney about things. Lauren enjoys her last few days in Pittsburgh with the Letang’s and surprisingly ends her last night with Sidney which leads to him making one final attempt to get her to stay

(She’s a long one this time so I hope you guys like it ! Thank you so much for the love and support on chapters. I appreciate every ask, comment, reblog and like. That being said if you reblog remember to add tags about what you think about the chapter ! It means a lot to me ❤️ Next chapter will be a time jump of 2 months btw )

"Didn't I just say that asshole?" Sara exclaimed  "Didn't you get taught to look where you're going when walking ?"

Lauren shook her head in shame as she went to her friends side "Would you please stop calling him an asshole...this is my ex boss," she muttered lowly "Oh..." Sara chuckled nervously as she nodded and backed away "Mr.Letang, we are extremely fortunate to have you here in Pittsburgh….please don’t sue me like you’re doing with Lauren. I’m saving for a wedding, my fiance and I can’t afford a lawsuit at the moment at all” "Sara! " Lauren rubbed her face and groaned "Stop talking and let's get out of here please" "Wait," Kris said, looking at Lauren, "Can we talk?" That is, if you want to."

"No," she said, shaking her head, "It's been the longest day of my life, and I honestly don't want to talk to you. If you want to contact my lawyers, here is their contact information. As per their advice, I shouldn't even be speaking to you right now," she reached into her purse and pulled out a card handing it to him

Kris sighed as he took it. "I can assure you that nothing will happen....I have dropped the lawsuit."

Lauren raised her eyes to him "No, you didn't; I just spoke with them this morning. They said they spoke with Mr.Lemieux and that he was going to speak with you about the proceedings."

"I dropped it just this afternoon, and I spoke to him personally with my lawyers present. They'll call you tomorrow morning to let you know I did it. I was going to find you tomorrow to see if we could talk, but I guess we ran into each other here instead."

"I'm still not interested in talking to you." Lauren stated "You were not required to do so; I violated the contract and deserved to be sued for breach of contract. I honestly don't understand why you did it."

"If we could talk, I could explain," he said

Lauren sighed and looked at her friend, "It'll be brief, do you mind waiting for me for a moment?"

"Take your time," Sara said, nodding, "I'll be in the car."

“Thanks” Lauren grinned softly as she watched her walk away and looked up at Kris  "There's a coffee shop next door" Kris said "Wanna go there ?" “I can’t have coffee, it makes me nauseous now” she admitted, suddenly feeling embarrassment as she looked at her old boss and turned crimson “We should just talk here, though I think you kind of can assume what’s going on now”

"You're pregnant" Kris said as they both walked outside and sat in a patio "How ?" “How did I get pregnant ?” Lauren asked with wide eyes “I mean it’s pretty self explanatory and considering you have children of your own I think you can assume how” “That's not...that’s not what I meant" Kris mumbled, embarrassed "What I meant to say was, how long have you been pregnant ?  How far along are you if you don’t mind me asking ?” "I found out 2 weeks ago when I started feeling sick...I was in the car and suddenly felt terrible. I went to urgent care believing I had a stomach illness, but I passed out there and was told I was pregnant after some testing. I’m 8 weeks exactly today"

"Was that during the week I....we let you go?" Kris asked as he took the information in.

"I actually found out that day," she joked, "Very ironic if you ask me."

"I tried calling you the next day, or at least I wanted to....but I didn't," he admitted. “I went too far, and even though I was angry, I had no right to attack you in this manner. Lauren, I felt terrible after you left. Catherine advised me to leave you alone, she told me that you never returned her calls or texts." She nodded, relieved to hear how sorry he was, and gave a weak grin “Water under the bridge honestly, it’s the past and there’s no point in rehashing. I appreciate the apology, it’s very kind of you. I just didn’t answer to Catherine because I felt embarrassed, nothing against her personally. Please tell her that” “"Water under the bridge ?" Kris asked, shaking his head "Lauren, why aren't you yelling at me or insulting me ? You have every right to do so"

"Because I'm fucking exhausted," she finally admitted. "The last two weeks have been a lot, and I've been doing my best just to get by and deal with everything." "Does Sidney know ?" he asked "Of course he knows," she said, nodding. “His parents are aware, as are mine. If you must know, it was a shit show on both sides. His dad hates my guts and my dad was ready to hire a hit man against Sidney when I told him. Things have cooled down significantly and I’m moving back to California at the end of this week and spending the rest of my pregnancy there with my parents” “What ? You're leaving ? Why can't you stay here ?" he asked

"His father implied that I was a gold digger who was keeping this child in order to extort money from him. I don't want to be around them and they're here for the rest of the season because playoffs are approaching. I want to be at ease during my pregnancy, which means leaving Pittsburgh. I no longer have a relationship with Sidney but he’s involved in the pregnancy, and once the baby is delivered, we'll both have lawyers to make the necessary arrangements. I just want to live in peace Kris, I swear”

Kris sighed as he gazed at her, her cheeks flushed with tiredness and tension. He got up and walked over to her side, pulling her in for an embrace, sensing her resistance at first but then giving in "I wish I had never met him..." she whispered as she hugged him. "I wish I had just ignored him the next time I saw him and none of this would have happened." "The next time?" he inquired, perplexed.

"I met Sidney before I started working for you," Lauren sighed, wiping her glossy eyes. "Julian, my ex, and I had just broken up and I was at this bar and  he was there and I wanted to prove a point so I went up and kissed a random guy and it was Sidney," she shook her head “I didn't realize it was him because the bar was dark, but I recognized his voice the first day on the job when he came over for lunch at your house. That same day, we talked in your backyard and he asked me to dinner to talk” she admitted Kris shook his head “He knew it was you, the second he saw you I saw his face change. I saw the way he looked at you and followed you. I should’ve known better” “It's not his fault; I accepted the dinner invitation. I could have simply told you and ended the situation there and then, but I didn't. Don't blame him for everything; it's also my fault."

“He's the older one in this, the one who should be more accountable," Kris said, looking at her “This is his fault, not yours. He had the upper hand in the scenario, not you.” "It's not like that, Kris," Lauren groaned “There’s no power imbalance here, I knew what I was agreeing to. I knew what was going to happen the second we kissed. I knew I was playing in dangerous territory when he showed up to my apartment after I left dinner that one time to talk to me. That time I was at a club with Kappy and some of the other guys ? I left home with Sidney.” she admitted “You came over the next day and guess what ? He was hiding in my fucking closet the whole time. I knew it was wrong then, I knew it was wrong when I slept with him after that gala where I slapped Aurora. I knew it was wrong when he didn’t show up to practice claiming he was sick coincidentally when I was in Lake Tahoe because guess what ? He was there with me that weekend. We’ve been sneaking around for a long time and it caught up to us okay. Bad choices have consequences and I am currently living it”

Kris kept his composure and let out a trembling breath as he heard her go on and on. "Geno” he looked up at her “He knew too, didn’t he ?” “Of course !” she exclaimed “Who do you think got me to Sid’s big game ? He got me a car that night to get there. He’s known for the longest Kris. He’s such a blabbermouth though, I’m surprised he didn’t tell you himself” “He’s Sid’s best friend, I don’t know how those two get each other but they do” he admits “It’s always been those two against the world, they take each other's secrets to the grave” “Yeah well I got him involved in this too” Lauren shook her head as angry tears slid down her cheeks 

"I don't think what you two did was appropriate, but  all I want is for you to be fine." He reached for her hand "I want you to realize you can stay here still. You are welcome to stay with me and Cath; you have a guest room. We can help you get adjusted; it's a nice, safe environment, and the kids would welcome you back. Alex said some hurtful things, but he didn't mean them. He urged me to call you as soon as you left so he could apologize. I told him you knew who he was” he grinned at her “And if the issue is your parents I can communicate with them" Lauren sniffled and nodded briefly "I sincerely appreciate your kind words. They mean a lot to me, and you have no idea how much it means to me to know that Alex doesn't hate me because I love him. I love him and I love Victoria so much" she sniffled “But I need to go home, and be an adult, and really think about things. Kris, I'm going to be a mother to my own child now. I may be young, but I made adult decisions, and now it’s time for me to mature and act like the adult this child deserves." "Oh Lauren," Kris said softly as he wrapped his arms around her. "I didn't expect things to be like this."

"This isn't a poor me situation," she insisted. "I am not a victim in any way; the only stupid thing I did was fall in love with someone who didn't see a future with me and just wanted to have fun, as you put it."

"He's an idiot who isn't worth your sadness," he said. "Believe me when I say he'll always, always regret this. I couldn't care less about him; all I care about is you." Lauren wiped her eyes with a napkin and squeezed his hand. "I'd love to see the kids and Catherine before I leave, could we make that happen?" “Of course” Kris grinned “You just tell me when and we’ll be waiting for you” She smiled a small genuine smile and got up with him “I’ll text you but for now I need to go, I’ll see before this week ?”

“See you around Lo” Kris grinned as he walked her out to her friends car “Take care and if you need anything shoot me a text, anything you need I’ll get handled. Drive safe” Lauren gave him one last hug as she got in the car and felt some relief “One good thing done before I leave this place” “What about Sidney ?” Sara asked her “There’s nothing about him” Lauren shrugged as they drove off

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Sidney entered the locker room in the morning as he dropped his bag, and looked around; it wasn't too early, but he was the first one there for the optional skate. He sat in his stall and looked up when Geno walked in, "Hey G, what's up?" he raised his brow as he waited for a response. "Are you all right?"

“I fine, you good ? No break hearts today ?” Geno asked back as he looked at him "It's not like that," Sidney sighed, "I broke up with her, then realized I was being an idiot and went to find her."

"You hurt Lo and Lo a good person, she is best person. I thought you loved her, why hurt her?" Geno shook his head

"I love her with everything I have," he declared. “A lot of things have happened. I want her back, but she isn't interested in me anymore" “Because you break her heart” Geno nodded “You care too much about image, about looks. You treat her like she trash because parents think badly about her”

Sidney looked at his friend and shook his head "I thought you, of all people, would get it. You know I love her and want the best for her; you also know I despise the fact that my parents dislike her."

“Then fight for Lo, she good girl. You have happy life with her after hockey” Geno told him “Sid, she good for you. You love her, you go be with her. Parents need to understand”

"He got what he wanted, so he tossed her aside when she wanted commitment," Kris said as he entered the room “He couldn't let her ruin his image, could he? " He turned to face Sidney 

"You have no idea what you're talking about. You're mad about how we went about things, which I get, we messed up," Sidney said turning to him 

"You fucking scumbag, you started a secret relationship with my nanny, who is over 10 years younger than you, got her pregnant, then dumped her !” Kris exclaimed as he charged at him

He stood against the wall, his eye catching his fist for the second time. It was virtually exactly the same scene as when he originally spotted them a few weeks ago "It's not like that; I'd never do something like that on purpose. You haven't spoken anything to me; all you've done is punch me in the face like some fucking beast."

Kris gritted his teeth, "You deserve that and so much more! She's pregnant, she's fucking expecting a baby ! Do you understand how serious that is ? Or do you not care because you got what you wanted from her ?"

"Stop saying that I used her! I love her, and you have no idea what you're talking about, so shut up already!"

"You abandoned her! You let your parents rule your life, you let them say horrible things about her and you never spoke up, never properly defended her like she deserved. You claim you broke up with her because of me, but everyone knows you only care about how you look and how the media perceives you. Sidney, you're a fucking coward!" Kris exclaimed as he landed another punch before Geno separated them

It was about to be a beatdown as Geno struggled to pull Kris off, finally being able to do so after shoving him back “Enough ! No more !” “Of course you’re on his side” Kris got back on his feet “Always been Geno and Sid right ?” “Don’t fucking bring him into this” Sidney shook his head “He’s done nothing wrong, if you wanna be mad be mad at me only”

“Both of you can go to hell” he spat out “You” he pointed at Geno “You knew and kept it a secret and now look what he did, hope you feel good about yourself and for helping him lie and hurt her” Kris said as he picked up his stuff and left out the door not bothering to stay 

Sidney rubbed his face and winced as he held the side of his face “I don’t want anyone seeing me like this, help me to my car before the other guys come in” “Lo…Lo having baby ?” Geno asked as he stood back from him “She having your baby and you not with her ? You leave her ?” “I can explain” he looked up at his best friend “I can explain things, look let’s go to my house and let’s talk… please ?”

Geno thought for a second before giving a nod “Okay, we go but only because I like Lo”

“I know you do, everyone does” Sidney whispered as they walked to his car 

As they sat in his kitchen, Sidney poured him a cup of water and slid it over. He was glad he had Geno on his side; when Kris called him out on it, it wasn't a lie. He adored Kris as a brother, but he loved Geno as a brother and best friend. They were all close but he and Geno knew they shared something special and when shit went down hockey related or not, he’d be at side 

“Lo, you call her and fix things and everything okay” Geno said “You love her and she love you. Parents need to understand, they not matter. Lo and baby matter” "She told me she has no romantic feelings for me." Sidney stated "That she only wants me there for matters concerning the baby and her pregnancy. She hasn't returned any of my calls, but she has responded to my messages and to make it worse she’s leaving. She's leaving here to be with her parents for her pregnancy"

“I think she lying because she have hurt feelings, you hurt her Sid” Geno admitted “She have right to be upset, I know she love you but you hurt her”

It was rare for Geno to be serious in conversations but this time Sid could see the sincerity in his tone. He was trying his best to give good advice to get him to listen and not be judgmental, Sidney appreciated it more than anything and simply stood up and hugged him. In this moment all he wanted his friends support

“You be okay, everything be okay” Geno patted his back “You not only best hockey player but good person too. Kris calm down soon and we all talk and be okay, he needs time” Sidney groaned and nodded "It's only that I've damaged Lo and Kris. I want and need her, but I don't want Kris to despise me."

“He over it, he fight you and he over it” Geno nodded “But parents ? They need to understand, this your life not their life”

"My mother is fine; she was devastated when Lo left that night. She wanted to find her and talk to her, but I told her that wasn't a good idea. Lauren has been on her mind for the past two weeks."

“And dad ?” he asked

“I'm sure he feels bad about how he treated her." Sidney stated "I'm aware of it, and he is as well. He said he'd like to see her, but he's the one I don't want her to see. He owes her an apology, which I would not accept if I were her." he admitted

“I not say sorry, I do nothing wrong. She like me” Geno shrugged

Sidney laughed as he turned to face him; he always had a way of making him feel better, which was much appreciated. Especially at times when he felt isolated “Yeah ? I know she likes you” “I be baby’s godfather” he nodded “I deserve it” “I mean I’m Nikita’s so you have to be my baby’s” Sid grinned as he grabbed an ice pack from his fridge “It’s only fair” “You good uncle so I know you be good father, baby is gonna be lucky to have you” Geno nodded “I appreciate that” Sidney said, at least for now he felt a bit of positivity in his life

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Lauren had texted Kris on her second to last day in Pittsburgh that she wanted to pop by and visit them all. As she drove over and waited outside the door, she was nervous. She knew there was nothing to be scared about but the pit in her stomach was still there “Hey, come in” Kris grinned as he opened the door “We just made dinner, let’s get you a plate” “Are the kids here ? I don't want to upset them during dinner time," she said softly. “Believe me you wouldn’t upset them one bit” he walked in with her She followed him as she hung her coat and entered the dining room, smiling as Victoria spotted her and rose from her seat ""Lo!" she exclaimed excitedly as she ran into her arms and hugged her tightly “I miss you!"

"I missed you too, Victoria," she said as she hugged her. "I came to say hello to you and to you too” she grinned at Alex  “You’re not mad at me ?” he whispered as he went over to her side “I wasn’t nice last time I saw you. I’m sorry Lo” “Apology accepted” she said softly as she kissed his forehead “When we’re upset we sometimes say things we don’t mean. It’s all okay, everything will be okay”

“So you stay ?” Victoria smiled big “Pwease ?”

"I can stay for a while, but I came to talk to you two about something else," Lauren sighed softly as she stood up and sat in the middle of them 

"What is it ?" they both asked

"I'm going back to my parents for a while," she said gently, "and I won't be here in the city for a bit. I have….." she looked up at Kris and Catherine who gave her a nod of approval as she looked down at the both of them “I’m pregnant” Lauren whispered “Do…do you two know what that means ?”

“You’re gonna have a baby” Alex widened his eyes “You have a baby inside of your stomach like my mom did with my sister ? Whoa that’s crazy !”

“Baby ! Babies so cute” Victoria squealed as she hugged her again “I meet your baby Lo ?” “Yeah, are we gonna meet your baby ?” he smiled at her

She gave a small laugh as she nodded “Of course you two are, but I mean that won’t be for a good while” “And we can call you on face time ?” Alex asked “Absolutely” Lauren smiled “Any time you want, I’ll always answer”

She grinned at them relieved they didn’t ask any more questions and simply accepted her explanation. Perhaps it was their innocence that made her feel more at ease, or the fact that even Kris and Catherine kept the questions at a minimum for the time being but at least for a bit she felt some joy. The afternoon went on as normal as she sat with them to eat and got the kids ready for bed as she would when she worked for them, she bent down and kissed each of their foreheads after a third reading of Goodnight Moon and turned off their lights as she stepped out “They really missed you, I missed you” Catherine smiled at her as she gave her a hug “I’m so glad things are okay now….well, I know they aren’t exactly okay but-” “I know exactly what you mean” Lauren chuckled “It’s as okay as things can get and I’m perfectly fine with that. Life has quite a way of working out sometimes”

"Are you sure leaving back home is what you want?" Catherine asked as they walked back down the stairs to the sitting room.

She let out a sigh “Right to the chase I see” Catherine's head shook. "I was just wondering....how does Sidney feel about this?" "He doesn't want me to leave, but I'm not staying after what happened, and my relationship with his parents isn't the best. I have to go, and I want to go. I need to consider what my future will look like now with a child involved” "I'm sorry you're leaving, but I completely understand. While I love Sidney like family, I believe what he did was selfish, and this may serve as a wake-up call for him." she nodded “I just selfishly wish you could stay so I could see you pregnant. You’re already so pretty as is, you’re going to look even more gorgeous pregnant”

Lauren quietly laughed, "I appreciate the remark, to be honest, I've been afraid of the physical portion of pregnancy. I don’t know how I’m gonna deal with all the body changes” "I know you're going to be fantastic. You're such a strong woman; parenthood will be a dream come true for you. I know it's scary right now, but I have no doubt you'll be an incredible mother. And while Sidney will make an excellent father, you both need some time apart right now." She nodded “We do, I leave in two days. Tomorrow is my last full day here, it’s why I wanted to come by tonight. As of now the plan is to live in California for my pregnancy and the birth and then after a few months, custody and such will be done properly”

“You have it all thought out” Catherine said “That’s good, you’re thinking about things really well” “I need to” Lauren said “I want things done properly, for both of us. I don’t want any issues or anything like that. I want to keep it all as private as possible as well”

“That’s good, maybe we can visit you once summer comes around” she smiled “Please” Lauren grinned “That would be lovely, my parents have a beach house. We can plan it as the time gets closer” "Good, I think that would be a great thing for us to have and well before you leave I have something for you" Catherine grinned as she walked over to a closet and took out a white bag "When Kris came and told me he saw you last night and what had happened I had to go to the store and get you something, it’s nothing big but I wanted to be the first who got you something" “Oh…thank you” she whispered as she opened the bag and took out a creme colored onesie with a matching swaddle blanket “It’s so cute, thank you. I love it”

“Something neutral, figured it’d be best since I don’t know if you’ll want to find out gender or not” Catherine smiled “Just a little something” Lauren held it in her hands as she looked over it, the moment becoming even more real for her as it finally hit her that she was pregnant and would be bringing a child into the world “Wow…I just…I’m still in shock honestly. I’m 8 weeks and it’s so early but this…this makes it seem so much more real” “It’s the most surreal feeling ever, at times scary but for the most part it’s amazing knowing you have a human growing inside of you” she held her hand “I’m happy for you and if you ever need me don’t hesitate to reach out okay ?” “I know” Lauren stood up as she gave her a hug “I appreciate it very much, even after everything that went on you and Kris have proven to be two of the most amazing people I have ever met”

“Need a ride home ?” Kris grinned “I’d be happy to drive you back” “I actually drove here” she nodded “I’m staying at my friends till I leave, thanks for the offer though. We’ll be in touch” Lauren gave them both one last hug and drove back to her friends house, not even anticipating what awaited her

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“So neither of you are going to tell me where she is ?” Sidney looked at both of her friends “No one’s gonna budge ? What about you ?” he pointed at Sara “You’re her best friend, it’s past 9 o’clock, aren’t you worried ?” “I’m more worried that you found out where I live and came here honestly Mr.Crosby” she spoke up “Not to mention your whole right side of your face is bruised” Sidney rolled his eyes “You don’t need to call me Mr. Crosby, you can call me Sidney” “No” her boyfriend Robbie spoke up “We’re not friends, you’re back to Mr. Crosby and quite frankly I think you should get your face looked at. Your eye is really swollen sir”

“Just call me Sidney, enough with the Mr. Crosby and sir already” he groaned in annoyance “I’m getting concerned she’s not here, it’s getting late. Can you two please just tell me where she is , she’s pregnant remember” “Tell him…” Robbie muttered Sara sighed as she looked up at Sidney “She was gonna go see the Letang’s, he called her today and asked her to go over for dinner and to talk to the kids. She left at around 4, don’t freak out. I’m sure she’s on her way back, I’ll call her if you want me to” “Oh” Sidney nodded “I…she didn’t say anything to me about seeing them” “She’s not talking to you much….is she ?” Sara asked him 

He shook his head “No, not much at all” “You deserve it honestly” she admits “I don’t want her freaking out that you’re here when she gets home. I especially don’t want to upset her now that she’s pregnant and all. I don’t mean this in a rude way but honestly, I think it’s best you leave. I don’t hate you and Lauren doesn’t either but I’m on her side and I respect her and she wouldn’t want you here” “I agree” Robbie sighed “She’s my friend too, I don’t want her getting all worked up. We told you what we know and knowing Lauren she’ll be here any second. Get out while you can so she doesn’t see you and please, don’t turn up back here. I’ll even call you myself when she gets here so you can have peace of mind” Sidney nodded, feeling like a kicked dog as he rose from his seat and walked out the door without saying anything. He walked back down to the parking structure as he got into his car and recognized her pulling in. Without a second thought he got out and walked over and gently touched her arm “Hey…” Lauren screamed as she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned around, punching him in the face, her eyes widening as she saw him clutching his nose in his hand “Sidney ?!” she panted throwing her pepper spray can back in her purse "What the fuck was that for ?!" he exclaimed 

“I didn’t know it was you !” she said with wide eyes “YOU scared me first, I reacted. You could’ve been anyone !” “I think you broke my nose” he groaned as it throbbed “You have such a fucking hard aim” She walked up to him as she gently removed his hands from his nose and looked over it “It…it doesn’t look broken, but your face. That’s not from me, what happened to you ?” “Long story” Sidney shook his head as he wiped some blood off with his shirt sleeve “Are you okay ? I really didn’t mean to scare you at all. I’m sorry”

“What happened to you ?” she repeated as her finger tips traced his bruised cheek “This right side look really swollen and purple” “Kris and I got into it today at morning skate, we got in a fight and he punched me….this is the aftermath. He got me like 3 times” he admitted embarrassed “I didn’t even get him once, it was a total beat down” “I was just with him and Cath, he never said anything to me about seeing you” she whispered “Sidney, I’m sorry. I didn’t want this to happen, you two are best friends.” Sidney shrugged as he kept his eyes on her “Eventually he’ll let me talk to him but enough about me, are you okay ? You were out really late, I came here to talk to you about….well I just wanted to see you and your friend said you were still out and I got concerned” “I’m so sorry about this, are you okay ?” she asked 

“No” he admits “I don’t want you to leave, I love you” Lauren sighed “Sidney…that’s not what I meant, we need to get you cleaned up and some ice for that swelling to go down” “Your friends told me I’m not welcome in their home” he said “Maybe we can go back to my place ? My parents are back home now, so no need to worry about them. If you want we can even give my address to your friend so she knows you’re safe” “I’ll text her and let her know I’m going with you” she nodded as she got in the car with him Sidney drove to his home in silence, every so often looking over at her to see if she was looking at him too. He felt broken inside, as if he had been punched in the gut. Things had gotten so out of hand and even fighting with Kris didn’t hurt him as much as not being with Lauren.

"It's a little wet outside, I don't want you slipping," he said as he pulled into his driveway and opened her car door for her “Thanks” she nodded as she stepped out and walked carefully next to him as he opened the door “Let’s get you an ice pack first, the swelling is still there” “Kris got me pretty good…you then got me too” he nodded as he walked to the kitchen and took out an ice pack “I’ll be okay, doesn’t hurt me as much as my heart hurts” Lauren shook her head and ran her fingers through her hair "Do you believe you're the only one hurting ? You don't think I'm hurting too ?"

“I think you’re just trying to hurt me over a mistake I made” he finally said “I told you I was sorry and how I wasn’t thinking straight. I’ve regretted that moment since it happened Lauren, I’ve told you I have ! You’re the one who keeps trying to prove a point with me, haven’t I suffered enough ? Can’t you just be with me already” Sidney pleaded

"You ended your relationship with me because you wanted to protect yourself; you told me you loved me, made love to me, and then tossed me aside. I was never in your thoughts; you were only concerned with yourself." she replied “It was always all about you, it’s always been about you”

He looked her in the eyes as he stood and approached her, his hands holding hers "I was, I was, and I admit it, but I still love you. Lauren, we're going to be parents. Our child deserves to have us all together, we can work things out as we go."

“Sidney” she said softly as she let go of his grasp and caressed his cheek “It’s not that simple, while I don’t hate nor dislike you….I’m still deeply hurt. I’m allowed to be hurt, but that also doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I do love you, I truly do and because I do I need to go away” “No” he shook his head “Don’t, please don’t go. I wanna be with you, I wanna be there when you start to show, when it’s time for the next appointment. I wanna be with you when you’re feeling sick or sad, if you go I won’t be able to do any of that”

"I'm not staying here in Pittsburgh; I'm returning to California, and nothing you say or do will change my mind." Lauren whispered “Even this…” he murmured as he pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply, his hand caressing her side softly She released a moan as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed the back of his neck. It was so familiar to be like this with him, the intimacy was one of the best parts of their relationship and not in the overly sexual way but just them being together and being able to be with one another 

“I’ll stay…I’ll stay the night with you” she kissed back “But that’s it” “Good enough for me” he whispered as he picked her up and felt her legs wrap around his waist, his heart beginning to beat strongly against his chest “I love you…I love you more than anything in the world”

“I may regret this later but right now all I want and need is you” she murmured against his lips 

Sidney closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his neck, he walked with her to his bedroom and laid her down as he kissed her collarbone, he was nervous this time. They had been with each other before but this was different. He knew she could read his face and stopped as he looked at her

“Condom….I don’t have one” he whispered

“I’m already pregnant Sidney….we don’t need a condom” she traced his chest with her finger “Can we have sex even though you’re pregnant ?” he asked naively “I know I sound stupid but I don’t wanna hurt you or the baby” Lauren turned pink in the cheeks as she removed her sweater and brought him back down to her level by tugging on his shirt “Sex is encouraged in pregnancy….it’s very healthy actually” “Oh…I guess I gotta read on that” Sidney nodded as he gently slid down her leggings “Are you gonna miss me while you’re gone ? Are you gonna miss this ?” he asked as his hand rubbed through her moist fabric “Don’t make me wait” she sighed against his lips “Please….please make me feel good” Sidney groaned as he felt her fingers dig into his hair “Patience….don’t get too needy on me now”

“Gonna make me wait ? I’m horny and pregnant….” she whimpered as she felt his fingers inside of her “Maybe I should stay….” Hearing the words come out of her mouth turned him on even more, he knew there was no truth in them but at least it made him feel somewhat better in an odd way that she considered it. Even if it was only because he was pleasuring her He gritted his teeth hard when he thrusted in, he could feel her pussy squeezing his cock with every movement he gave. She was taking all of him and he wanted to explode “Holy fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last that long…I’m sorry” he moaned as he kissed her jaw “Just a little longer” Lauren panted as an arm wrapped around his neck and looked in his eyes, they were heavy lidded just like hers. The pleasure almost becoming too much for the both of them, she held his chin with her free hand “I like when you look at me as you fuck me, I like when you tell me I’m yours” Sidney smirked as he kissed her, biting her bottom lip gently with his teeth “Because you’re mine, you’re mine and you always will be. You can be away all you want but we both know we’re meant to be” “I love you” she whispered “I love you and I….fuck…keep doing that”

He chuckled as he tirelessly rubbed her clit with his thumb “I want you to come for me” “No…not yet” she huffed as she lifted his hand up to her mouth and sucked her juices off his fingers “Wow I always knew I tasted good”

Sidney’s eyes widened as he watched her, mesmerized by her actions “You….you own me” he whispered “I’m yours” He was close, ridiculously close. Normally he would have fastened his pace but this time he went slower, making sure each thrust was hitting a good spot every single time. He slid down a little and took a nipple in his mouth as he swirled his tongue around it, feeling the goosebumps on her skin immediately

Lauren responded to his touch as she arched her back up and let out a whimper, it was what she needed. She came as her body stilled and caused him to come right afterwards, as if she was dragging out the cum right out of him With a loud and heavy groan he finished inside of her and shoved his face right onto her breasts, slowly continuing to thrust to ride out both their orgasms and trying his hardest to prolong the feeling of satisfaction for the both of them. When he finally came down from his high he pulled out and slumped right next to her as he pulled her body close to his side “I love you, I love you and while I know you have to leave I’m telling you right now….I’m gonna fight for you and for our family” he whispered as he turned and faced her “You’re only saying that because we just had really good sex” Lauren chuckled quietly “Like really good sex” she joked

“I’m not joking” he pet her cheek with the back of his hand “Lauren….I get why you wanna leave, I hurt you really badly and I was selfish. While I don’t want you to leave, I get it. But believe me when I say…I’m not gonna leave you alone. I’m gonna fight for you, for us.” Sidney repeated “For….for our baby” he reached a hand down to her non existent stomach “I’m gonna become the person I need to be and the person you want me to be. And I’m gonna do it all for you guys” “Sidney….” she whispered kissing his hand “I love you, I love you so much….time will tell what will become of us... I don’t regret tonight” He kissed her forehead “I don’t regret it either, I would never regret anything with you Lauren, I love you” ”I love you too and please don’t ever doubt my love” she whispered

“And don’t ever doubt mine” he said back with a sad smile “I’m gonna make things right…I promise you” Lauren pet his cheek as she scooted closer to him and allowed him to hold her, while things still weren’t okay…they were way better than they originally were and she was okay with that. She knew that at the end of the day they had each other and that her life alone in California would be the potential start of something good…even if it broke her heart to leave Sidney and Pittsburgh.

[animeomegas]

MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

“Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

[ayyezhongli]

horny hungry dom zhongli x innocent slutty childe

where zhongli is horny asf and childe has this lusty energy around him which makes it hard for zhongli to concentrate bc he just wants to ravage and fuck childe using him as a fucktoy

ok so its late in the day n zhongli jus came back from a mission. he has paper work he needs to finish but forst he needs to shower bc he’s sweating like crazy.

so he says “good work today”

trying to contain himself with all this lust and sexual desire that was pouring out of childe. childe smiled saying.

“yeah thx, you too”

n zhongli walked over to take a shower. the lust was too strong. like a tornado. if he stood there any second longer he would’ve for sure fucked childe stupid right there. he turned on the shower water to hot and stripped revealing his member hard asf.

“fuck not again.”

so now zhongli steps in the shower, cheeks tinted pink and one of his hands against the tile wall.

“i’ll just get it over with now”

with his free hand wrapped around his dick, he starts pumping himself as images of childe flash in his brain. childe in a maid outfit. childe with a lewd face. childe moaning….all he could think about were these abstract images and dirty scenarios about childe he made up in his head mumbling childes name under his breath.

“Fuck! fuck! fuck!”

so zhongli cums shooting his load all over the tile wall panting. after a few minutes of washing himself he turns off the water and wraps a towel around his waist and gets out. he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and has the towel over his shoulders. when he looks up to his surprise, he sees childe standing in front of him with a bright red face.

“S-sensei!”

“how long have you been here?”

“w-well i went to go shower bc i thought you were done b-b-but….”

zhongli stares childe down biting his lip. childe could see the hungry look in zhonglis eyes. he looked like a beast who captured his pret and ready to devour it any second. n he suddenly found himself backing up as zhongli approached him until he was pressed up against a wall kabedoned.

He’s gonna eat me alive!!

“u saw enough.”

zhongli couldnt hold back anymore. he jus couldn’t. he has been for so long and too long. and with the way how childe was acting, his flushed face. He REALLY couldnt.

“S-s-sensei?!”

childe was squirming around trying to escape and oh that turned him on so much. watching childe squirm underneath him. and so he fiercely attacked childes neck marking and claiming every spot he can which in response to this action childe gripped his shoulders letting out tiny little pants and moans right into zhonglis ear.

“Sensei p-p-pls stop”

childe begged while zhongli ignored him. childes begging only made him harder. there was no going back now. zhongli slid his hands up childes shirt mouth still attached onto childes neck. he went up pinching his nipples causing a loud moan to escape his mouth.

“F-Fuck Sensei!!”

he moved up to nibble on his ear and reached his hand down into his pants to palm him.

“you’re already so hard for me childe….”

“S-s-sensei….”

childe moaned into his ear. childe had the lewd face that zhongli always dreamed of. It turned him on so much he almost came.

“D-d-dont to- Ahh~!!”

it was too late, zhongli had a tight grip around his dick and started pumping him fast. childe came within seconds all over zhonglis hand and in his pants. zhongli rid childe of his pants and started rubbing against him through his boxers.

“Mmmnn S-sensei dont stop ahh~”

“i never planned too”

He’s even hotter than i imagined

“childe….”

“w-w-what.”

“kiss me.”

n so childe did. wrapping his arms around zhonglis neck kissing him passionately. he wanted to have all of childe for himself. have him all to his self. violate and claim every orifice or non orifice of his body. all of it should n would belong to him by the time he’s done. pulling away breathless a string of drool attached from the mouth he went back in and childe rubbed back harder and needier than before.

“S-sensei….i want you….”

zhongli felt himself blush but kept a calm composure.

“prostrate yourself in front of me and maybe i’ll consider it.”

childe did so all shame going down the drain. n zhonglis view was nothing short from perfect. it was beautiful. seeing childe’s pink innocent little hole with his ass high up in the air. he couldn’t hold back. it was so plump, so untouched, so round, so innocent looking he wanted to destroy it. and so he bit down marking and claiming what belongs to him which made childe yelp. with a loud smack childe came as a red hand print formed on his ass.

“you came just from that? what a slutty little masochist”

childe quivered while zhongli spanked him a few more times. he could feel his legs going weak until they finally decided gave out and he dropped to the floor unable to hold himself up any longer.

“i’m not finished with u yet. get back up.”

childe struggled to follow his directions but eventually did wobbling.

“good little slut.”

zhongli bent over and planted a gentle kiss on his head.

“turn around and suck”

zhongli said pulling down his boxers revealing his hard member. childe just stared. that wouldn’t be able to fit inside him!! how was he gonna take all that it!!

“stop gawking at it n suck it!”

childe gulped and started licking his shaft sucking on the balls from time to time. he slowly lowered himself down gagging at every inch. he wanted to see zhonglis reaction through it all so he maintained eye contact as he watched zhonglis face flush and his hand covering his mouth. it was hot ngl and childe could feel himself becoming harder. after a few zhongli came and he could feel the slimy liquid go down his throat and drip down the side of his mouth. he pulled away but before he could fully zhongli held him down.

“keep going.”

childe did the best he could. and he could feel zhongli’s throbbing cock in his mouth.

“stick out ur tongue”

zhongli said panting slightly

“Fuck!”

and he came all over his face and getting sum on his tongue. catching his breath he looked down at childe to see such a slutty cum covered face panting with his tongue sticking out and tears forming from the side of his eyes.

“you look so hot covered in my cum, such a slutty whore all for me~….”

zhongli put his fingers in childe’s mouth.

“suck and get them nice and lubricated.”

childe did so until zhongli pulled them out.

“prostrate yourself for me again.”

and when he did, zhongli shoved his fingers inside causing childe to moan in pain, crying.

“S-s-sensei it hurts…”

“it wont for long just hang in there. this isnt even the part that hurts the most.”

zhonglis fingers wiggled around inside childe

“god ur squeezing my fingers so tightly”

his fingers searched for that one g spot.

“where is it now….”

zhongli said still looking until childe arched his back and let out a loud moan drool dripping down the side of his mouth.

“found it.”

what was he feeling? what was this immense amount of pleasure? has he have no shame? it all felt too good childe couldn’t think straight. as a puddle of drool formed from the side of his mouth n on the floor zhongli pulled out and aligned himself.

“woah woah wait sensei thats not all gonna f- AHH SHIT!!”

but before childe could finish zhongli pushed himself inside him. all of him. and childe choked on his own spit, eyes widening and crying clawing at the floor to escape as zhongli thrusted into him fast and rough showing no mercy.

“Sensei it hurts! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

childe cried out clawing and scraping at the floor.as much as he tried to escape zhonglis grip on his hips was too tight.

“shhh its okay….it’ll feel better soon.”

and like zhongli said, the pain started fading away n all he could feel was pleasure. all he could think abt was zhongli. zhonglis dick deep inside him. destroying him. ruining him. claiming him.

“Zh-zh-zhongli~!!”

childe moaned out.

“fuck that was hot. moan out my name again. moan the name of the person who’s fucking u stupid. claiming you for themselves.”

zhonglis pace quickened and by now he was slamming into childe ruining him like he always got off too.

“ZHONGLI FUCK!! I’M GONNA-”

and with that childe came dropping to the floor.

“this isnt over yet childe, not even close~….”

zhongli flipped him around placing each of his legs on his shoulder and pounded into him harder n faster than childe could ever imagine.

“I’m gonna cum again…”

“n im gonna cum too….”

giving a few more thrusts zhongli came inside him and childe came again on his chest cum dripping out of him and panting heavily and twitching.

“ur still so hard for me.”

zhongli palmed the twitching childe and he came once more all over zhonglis hand. zhongli lifted his hand up to childes mouth.

“lick it clean”

hesitating, childe sucked his hand clean tasting himself. the bittersweet slimy consistency. he couldn’t help but scrunch up his nose.

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style.

“lets take a shower shall we?”

“t-t-together?”

“mhmm.”

and so they stepped into the shower to bathe but it turned out to be another round. the end :)

(but guess what- i wrote an alt ending so enjoy 😈)

ALT ENDING:

“good boy.”

zhongli said picking childe up and carrying him bridal style. when zhongli raised his head he could see diluc standing in there eyes widen is shock to speechless to say anything. Childe looked at diluc face flushed

“DILUC??!!!? HOW LONG HAVE U BEEN THERE?!”

diluc was too speechless he couldn’t say anything.

“i’m just gonna-”

diluc said turning around.

“dont tell anyone diluc”

“i never planned too.”

diluc said walking out.

“Besides…i dont wanna risk the chance of me n kaeya getting out.”

(ok now thats the alt ending. hope you enjoyed the story. it’s pretty rushed but don’t mind that)

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

A BNHarem Server Collab! Check out the other works here.

Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru