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novthewolf · 10 months ago

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hey can you write hermione x slytherin!reader (gender doesn't matter to me) where r convinces hermione to sneak out of the castle and go stargazing and hermione realise her crush on r isn't as small or fleeting as she thought it was thnx

In your eyes, millions of stars

Pairing : Hermione Granger x Slytherin!Reader

Masterlist : Here

Warnings : sickeningly sweet, poor baby is crying, insecurity, english isn't my first language.

Words : +1,6k

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"Hermione !" You called out loudly, rushing through the crowd. Since the students of Durmstrang and Beauxbâtons joined Hogwarts for the triwizard tournament, the corridors were crammed. So you had to elbow your way towards your favourite muggle born.

Her cheeks warmed up at the sound of your voice, much to her dismay. You always gravitated around her, though it didn't bother her at the beginning, but ever since the other slytherins started proclaiming their hate towards muggles, she tried to avoid you. But you were incredibly persistent and stuck with her for almost four years now.

And in the course of those four years, she ended up with sort of... feelings for you. A silly little crush, that's all—one that will probably fade away if she stops thinking about it.

You giggled like an idiot and stood right in front of her, a conspiratorial look on your face. "Alright, I know you will probably laugh at my face for that, but it's really, really important!" You pressed with a wide smile.

Her heart skipped a beat, the thought of you asking her about the upcoming Yule Ball popping into her mind. But she pushed her silly little fantasy back and composed herself, offering you her signature frown. "What is it ?"

"The sky is clear tonight ! There have been clouds up there for weeks, and now we can finally see the stars." I smiled geedily, awaiting her reaction.

"Oh..." She nodded, now understanding your excitement. Hermione, you absolutely knew about you sneaking out to the astronomy tower at night to stargaze. The first time she was caught was the night you caught her and her friends sneaking out of their dorms to challenge Draco. Despite her slight disappointment, she rolled her eyes. "Again, Y/N ?"

"Of course ! Oh, come on, please join me tonight !" You pleaded with a pout, your hands joining in a prayer.

You had asked her to accompany you every time you snuck out, but she always turned you down. However, this time, you really hoped she would accept. Hermione had been stressed for weeks, going back and forth with Harry and Ron to patch things up. You wanted to offer her a chance to relax and focus on herself.

Hermione bit down on her lower lip and looked down. "I don't know. It's been a rough couple of days... I'll just head to bed right away."

You smiled at her, your eyes full of care. "I know, but I swear it will be worth it."

"We're going to be in a lot of trouble if we get caught." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

You smirked mischeviously. "I never got caught... but I do accept the risk of taking it with me." I teased, raising my hands.

"Ron and Harry are the only reason I always get into trouble." She raised her finger as a warning and fought the playful smile that tried to creep its way onto her lips.

"Add me to that list, then." You winked teasingly, causing her to fumble on her words for a minute.

"O-Oh, you... you sly snake..."

You chuckled mischievously and took a step back towards the buzzing crowd. "Midnight, armour room !"

Her mouth fell open as she yelled after you. "I didn't say yes !"

You turned one last time and visibly shrugged. "You didn't say no." You laugh like a brat and finally disappear.

She scoffed in disbelief, but her smile couldn't fool anyone. She brushed away a strand away bashfully and whispered. "Why are they so annoyingly cute?"

Midnight was soon here, and you steadily made your way up from your common room to the alley of armour stands. In spite of the confidence you showed earlier, you couldn't deny the hurtful beating in your chest, a mix of hope and deep doubt. Your fingers were nibbling around your nails as you waited for her to come. The moment you spot her, your eyes light up, and an excited smile grazes your face. "You came !" I whispered, a slight sigh of relief passing your lips.

She rolled her eyes and muttered reproachfully. "I'm just here to make sure you don't do something stupid." Her eyes kept scanning around frentically, as if awaiting Peeves or Filch to jump out and surprise you.

You sighed playfully and reached to take her hand in yours. "How heroic of you... Now come on !" You chuckled and started to lead her towards the secret passage.

Hermione gasped, and her cheeks flushed. She couldn't worry about the ringing of your footsteps on the cobblestone floor or the chilly breeze brushing her skin. All she could focus on was being in yours, squeezing softly. She shook those thoughts out of her head. She didn't want to think about her silly crush too much.

"We're not going to the astronomy tower ?" She whispered when you got out of the passageway, outside the castle. Her hand holds onto yours tighter. Your thumb circled soothingly on the back of her hand.

"Indeed not." You chuckled a little louder now that you were alone. "We're going to the Black Lake; the caslte would block the view otherwise."

She gulped and glanced back at the shrinking castle. "Why did I accept it... ?" She mumbled. You turned back to her and smiled softly.

"It's okay, you're with me." Your reassuring voice was pushing her to keep moving forward. The tips of her ears were coloured bright pink, but thankfully the darkness covered the evidence of her heart.

Finally, you reached the bays of the lack. Dodging the branches that hide your secret spot. "Wait here a second." You grinned and let go of her hand. The loss of contact made her shiver, and she put her hands into her pocket, the winter slowly setting in.

"Lumos.." You searched for the bag you hid a few hours before you had to go back to the castle. Hermione squeaked when she saw you light up your wand and rushed to grab your arm.

"Put it down !" She groaned. You observed her for a second, simply blinking, before looking down at your linked arms. She followed your gaze and suddenly pulled away, blushing and rubbing the back of her head.

You chuckled nervously, your own blush matching hers. "Sorry, I just needed to grab the blanket." Once the soft fabric spread on the ground, you moved your arm towards it. "My lady.." You bowed your head with a teasing smile.

Hermione chuckled and slapped your arm. "Stop it."

You laid down next to her, and your gaze met the stars, welcoming the familiar sight. But this time, the feeling was different—better. Because she is here, right next to you. Your chest was slowly raising and falling. Being with her this way made you feel warm despite the cold, and knowing the two of you gazed into the same sky created a connection between you two.

Hermione sighed, totally relaxed, smiling at the stars. Minutes flew by, spent in a comfortable silence. The brunette was the first one to speak up. "It is quite relaxing; I'll give you that."

You chuckled and whispered. "The least I can do for you. You study so hard and still make time to help your friends."

She smiled bashfully before dismissing you, her eyes saddening. "But they're still fighting... I should do better. I should do better." She groaned at herself. "It always just feels..."

Tears welled up in her eyes, preventing her from speaking more. She swallowed thickly and stared into the wide night sky.

"Like, I'm not enough..." She sniffed, a tear rolling down her cheek.

Alarmed by her voice, you turned to her and rushed to comfort her. "You are trying the best you can, Hermione. And you are doing incredibly well !" You reassured her. "You are like the greatest person I know." Your hand grabbed hers on instinct, which got her attention.

Her beautiful brown eyes met yours, ready to brush off your praise. But instead, her breath hitched in her throat when she noticed your own eyes reflecting the bright stars. Her glossy eyes shine like a mirror. Taken aback by her beautiful and yet so sorrowful face, you gulped, your brain having a hard time creating full sentences.

"That's why I brought you here... I always come here to clear my mind and get away from all the confusion."You twisted your fingers, not knowing how to formulate the words that wanted to pass through the barrier of your throat. "No one knows this place, so it's peaceful."

Her heart beats louder in her chest. No one knew this hidden spot by the lake, just you. It was your safe haven, where you felt relaxed and safe, and yet... you were willing to share it with her. Hermione was incredibly touched by your gesture. Her soft hand sneaked her way to yours and embraced it gently. A silent thank you. You squeezed back, too embarrassed to meet her eyes, and instead focused on the sky.

She smiles lovingly, though you couldn't see it. You were always so supportive, caring, and kind, despite your blood status or your different houses. It was at this moment that she realised the simple idea of not spending time with you like this ever again was unbearable.

"You are the sweetest slytherin I know." She joked in a whisper. You chuckled in response and hummed in pure comfort.

No, she wanted to stay here, your hand in hers, laying down, gazing at the stars. Hermione had spent so much time trying to forget her feelings for you that she didn't realise how, just like the stars that covered the entire sky, you took all place in her heart.

But never in a million years will she try to forsake you from it.

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#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter fanfiction #hermione granger x reader #hermione granger #harry potter fanfic #hermione granger x you #fluff #harry potter fluff

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bitchgray · 11 months ago

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@love-and-lore had a Gift Exchange Collab and This Is My Entry for @mikage-rehoe. Please don't ask me to make titles for my own pieces pls and thnx. <3

Hope you enjoy it, boss. Love ya cat gifs.

Dividers by saradika and cafekitsune.

Word Count: 2.8K

Tags: afab fem!reader (referred to as "girl" with various adjectives in front, has breasts and vagina), established relationship, sex in a kitchen (y'all better clean up after yourselves), oral (f!receiving), fingering, implied following penetrative sex

You hadn’t been able to spend very long with Reo, of late. It’s been an effort, you were certain, concerted and consistent, from the universe to make sure that enough things would go wrong, one after another, to send him out in the mornings with, at most, a kiss from you, and, more dreaded, nothing at all, as he left before you were awake to begin with. And then, later, to see him, or you, or the both of you, returning later than expected, drained to the point that all you both wanted to do was just clean up, eat some meal, and sleep.

Curled up against each other, certainly, but without much past that—a fact that had been irritating you both, if not tiring you both far more than simply long days with little reward.

But, now, as if in apology, there came a favor.

Your time finally seemed to meld together just right. For a few days, at least, there would be nothing for him to do, nothing for you to do, just. Enjoying each other’s presence, and your time, together.

Starting with sleeping in—and sleeping in late. Indulging in several rounds of convincing yourselves that it would just be “a few more minutes”, until the sun was high enough, and you felt well-rested enough that you wanted to make breakfast.

Give him a nice surprise to wake up to, something warm and pleasant and filling before you would decide what else you would get up to today.

But first, coffee. Coffee is a smart call.

So slowly, you wriggled your way free from his arms—Reo was pretty, when he was asleep. He was pretty all the time, really, but while asleep, he was decidedly soft. Pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, you slipped out of bed, down to the kitchen.

You wondered, idly, while making you both coffee, whether or not he was in deep enough sleep as to stay down for too much longer, or whether the smell of coffee would be what woke him up when you bring it back to him, to coax him awake after breakfast is ready.

You got your answer just after the machine had finished its work.

You just barely heard a few steps behind you to serve as warning before his lips pressed against the nape of your neck in greeting—one that came immediately before his weight pressed against you, and his face buried in your neck, his arms wrapping around you, covetously. You laugh, leaning your head against his with a soft, “Good morning, Reo.” He hummed, the sound soft between the way it muffled against your skin and the way he clearly wasn’t entirely awake enough to make particularly loud noises anyway. “Got some coffee for you, if you’ll let me go long enough to pour it for you.” He grunted against you—a nonverbal, but still entirely clear no that had you huffing out a laugh. “You don’t want coffee?”

“You weren’t in bed.”

His first coherent words came out as a complaint, paired with him pouting against your skin. In spite of your best efforts to extend sincere apologies, you couldn’t help the way you giggled. “I’m sorry,” you hummed, bringing your hand up to run through the softness of his hair, tilting your head to give an awkward kiss to the side of his head. “I wanted to give you something nice to wake up to.”

He hummed again, before once again sighing. “Wanted you with me.” Your heart squeezed at the words, the affection in them.

This effect, while not entirely ruined, was certainly changed when he tugged you tighter against him—and in so doing, let you feel his hips against yours, and the way that, barely a few minutes into his day, he was already hard. Your mouth fell open for a second before you laughed, a little breathless already. The roughness in his voice, tinted with something far different from just sleep now that you were aware of it, sent shivers coursing up your spine as, paired with a few trailing kisses up your throat, he murmured again, “Wanted you with me.”

“This early?”

“I’ve been apart from you now for weeks,” he replied. “Am I so wrong for wanting to have my girl again?”

“Missed me that much, huh?”

“I did.” Again, that honesty that could make your heart squeeze alongside the heat slowly beginning to flow into you from the nature of that honesty—equal parts affection and lust. “Missed everything about you.”

“Everything, huh?”

You would dislike the way his clear pride at the way your heart was beginning to pound, your voice beginning to waver just slightly in how excited he was getting you—you could feel it in the way his lips were curved into a smirk against your skin as he began that path of kisses over to your pulse. He paused there, slowly slipping his lips from your skin before dipping back, nipping at the sensitive skin to make you yelp.

You would dislike his pride—if it weren’t such a good look on him as he pulled back to look at you, just a little flustered, but entirely warm in the face as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “You want me to show you?”

He knew you wanted him—missed him, just as honestly, as fully as he missed you. Didn’t make your breathed, “Yes,” any less sweet to hear on your lips before he kissed you, not even waiting for you to turn around against the counter before you had to deal with his hunger for you.

And it was hunger. There really was no other word for it, for the way he felt for you. The only difference was the fact that this was something that never fully went away. It could be soothed, certainly—by being close to you, by touching you, by having you just like this, breathless at just the first kiss turned slightly messy in his eagerness—but it never went away.

But being apart for so long, it certainly didn’t help.

He wasted no time, guiding you closer to the counter—and then helping set you down on it, setting your body now in easier range of his grasping hands seeking to soothe him of his perceived loneliness birthed by your absence by smoothing his palms over your bare skin, grabbing at you, not even bothering to fully take your shirt off before touching you, sighing into your mouth his relief that you were with him again.

In fairness, you were just as keen to experience that relief—just as keen to touch him. His skin was soft, and the muscles of his back were always a keen target, in equal measure just for how your touching them meant he wouldn’t be parting from you any time soon—even if he wanted to.

He didn’t. He didn’t want to be apart from you for another moment, his hands circling back towards your front, smoothing those warm palms around your breasts at first before taking them fully into his grasp, humming against your lips as he gave them a greedy squeeze.

You didn’t hesitate in your response—breaking the kiss to tug his hair, tilt his head aside to layer a line of soft nips over his throat, culminating in a harder bite at his collarbone that had him gasping, then humming his pleasure as you laved your tongue over the pink left behind.

His hand shifted, wove into your hair to tug your attention back to his lips—attention you were glad to spare, shifting one of your own hands to curl in his hair, letting him start to work on easing your sleep bottoms down your legs.

Given how wound up he was, you were surprised that he wasn’t immediately grinding against you—a favorite activity of his, sparking both of your pleasure, making you feel closer to each other. Instead, after he smoothed his hands up the warm skin of your thighs, he began to lower himself down. You barely could make a confused noise before he was murmuring his explanation, simply, “I wanna make you feel good first. You sit back and let me take care of you.”

“What if I wanna make you feel good, too?” you challenged.

“Then it sounds like someone should get some patience.”

“Says the one who was too horny to wait for me to make coffee,” you replied, teasing in both your words and the way you shifted your leg to rub against where his cock sat, hard in his sweatpants.

“Says the one who’s wet now because of me,” he retorted, two of his fingers gliding through the evidence left on your folds, relishing the way you shuddered, mouth falling open for a moment, your teasing touch stilling as he grinned. “Such a pretty girl, let me take care of you.”

You pouted—you knew you were pouting, and you knew it just made him laugh, but you still nodded, and he pressed a kiss to your thigh, all affection rather than just simple heat.

He was, in spite of his impatience, careful with you—careful to not shock you with touching your clit too soon, sinking his fingers into you too suddenly. His tongue was broad strokes, dipping into you first to taste you with a soft, pleased noise. Circling around your clit to watch you whine before he finally pressed the flat of his tongue against it, drawing slowly, reverently over it.

“So good for me,” he murmured, lips brushing your sensitive skin as his fingers reintroduced themselves to your entrance—just one, at first, dipping into you just barely. He let out a soft, choked curse feeling the way you squeezed around just that one finger. He encouraged you with his tongue focusing on your clit in slow, focused licks, wanting to feel the way you squirmed, your hips pressing towards him.

He was good at this—at making you feel good, at coaxing you into pleasure, but this time, he was adamant on taking his time. On savoring you, savoring everything he had missed the time that you were apart. Your whining calls of his name did little to coerce him into changing his tune.

You let him have his way—you didn’t have much choice, truly, like this, and you were ultimately happy to have his attention.

Even with his efforts to slow your orgasm, eventually you could feel yourself getting close. You were hoping he would make you cum, but instead he slowed down, lightened the pressure he applied, easing you back from the edge—leaving you whining his name, trying to shift your hips towards him. He was quick to pin you down, his arms stronger than you ever think to expect, minimizing how much you could squirm as he teased you.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, his fingers curling at a pace that you knew better than to call lazy—measured, truly. Measured in the way that it would completely destroy you if he had his way, his lips curled into a satisfied smile as he pressed them to the soft skin of your thigh.

“Yes,” you whined, playing up your need, your powerlessness under him in the hopes he’d indulge you a bit more. He didn’t, but he still grinned, his kiss on your thigh turning open for a moment.

“How much?” he asked, and you were at a loss for the words to express it—your need, your wanting him, amid both your uncertainty on how to answer and the way that he was busy robbing you of every second of your attention span not dedicated to his tongue, his fingers, his eyes and their heavy, heated gaze. “Did my pretty girl have to take care of herself?”

Your eyes flew open—heat blooming unexpectedly on your cheeks. “Reo—”

Your voice cut off in a whining moan as he thumbed over your clit, and he coaxed, “You know I did, right? I thought of you every second I had a second to.” There was a genuine fondness in the words. “Thought of having you just like this more than once.”

The thought made you whine in your heat-hazed mind. “Reo,” you whined, even as he laughed, just a touch.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asked it as a question, but he said it like fact. It was fact, but the way he knew it was clearest from the way you had clenched around his fingers. You had hoped to save yourself the humiliation, but that clearly wasn’t about to happen. He was grinning when he continued, “You were the only thing on my mind, when I came—was I on yours?”

“Yes.” Your voice was soft, both from the surprising shyness that struck you from having to fully admit this to him, and from the way that you knew it would feed into his ego, the way that you admitted to needing him. He grinned, regardless, clearly having heard you.

“God I bet you looked gorgeous,” he purred. “You call my name when you cum?”

“Yes.”

Your answer made him moan, his eyes fluttering just a touch, though he tried to hide it behind the way he hummed—he nipped at your thigh, just enough to leave behind a sweet little mark, just enough for you to gasp before he returned his tongue to its work on your clit, his fingers returning to their previous pace.

“Fuck—Reo.”

“Just like that,” he barely pulled away from your clit, his lips brushing against the nub as he spoke. “Call my name, just like that.”

You whined from the stimulation as he returned to his work, sucking and licking at your clit, adamant to push you closer and closer to the edge as your hands wound through the softness of his hair. A desperate tug earned a soft gasp from him that you barely caught over the wet sound of his fingers pistoning and curling into you, the slight bite of pain spurring him on more than ever. You prayed that he wasn’t about to keep you from the orgasm you felt building, and at this felt the hopeful relief that he wouldn’t tease, wouldn’t string you on past the point you could take it. It was too early in your reunion for you to be able to take much of his desire to hear you beg.

If he wanted it, he could have it.

“Reo, please!”

His moan hummed against you, and his pace picked up in response, in comfort. He wanted to see you cum for him. He wanted to hear you moan—he wanted to hear you call his name, and he was going to make you.

You could feel your orgasm tightening in your stomach as you struggled to catch your breath. You could feel the way the drop was approaching, but it still managed to catch you by surprise how soon—until he wrapped your clit in his lips and sucked, flicking over it with his tongue. And that was it, that had you wailing for him. That had you arching, instinct of too much leaving your legs, hooked over his shoulders, trying to push away from him—something he wasn’t about to do until he worked you through it.

You sobbed his name as he eased you through those waves of pleasure, his hand shifting to smooth over your thigh, as though trying to calm you, soothe the way you shivered around him.

His lips eased back first, before his fingers did, still curling and scissoring in you, slowly, preparing you for his cock, as his lips instead concerned themselves with kissing over your thighs, his eyes lidded and smile almost roguish as he watched you recover.

After a while of just that, he eased his fingers out of you slowly, bringing them up to his lips to lick clean with a noise of relish.

You watched, just for a time, before you couldn’t resist the urge to tug him back to you by the back of his head, to press his lips and body against yours, to taste yourself on his tongue as he settled against you, unable to resist his instinct to grind against you, uncaring about the mess you’re undoubtedly leaving behind on his sweatpants, and unwilling to part enough to free himself yet, not yet.

Not until you decide to part the kiss, leaving him hazy for a moment, eyes fluttering, as though forgetting, in his pleasure, where his mind was.

It didn’t last long before his mind sparked into action again, and he pressed kisses to your cheeks, one of his hands reaching down to push his pants down, free himself, press against you again while he fisted his cock, brushing against your heated folds, kissing you briefly, sloppily, hooded eyes watching you shiver before he let the head of his cock rest just against your entrance.

“Ready for more, pretty girl?”

#love and lore server #mikage-rehoe #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #bitch-gray-writing

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soulsuckrrs · 5 months ago

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open to: m/f/anyone plot: y/m somehow betrayed Kaiden’s trust, after they’d grown very close during y/m’s stay at Kaiden’s resort/vineyard over the summer. Now Kaiden’s learned about whatever y/m did or kept from him & is confronting them. hmu to plot! I have ideas. connection: assassin or criminal, detective or federal agent/secret agent, ex or old flame, idk gimme angst thnx.

“I trusted you… I put not only my heart on the line but my daughter’s,” there would be nothing in this world that meant more to Kaiden than his daughters and for a moment there he had believed that sentiment included the other but since learning of their deceit, that had changed. He used his hands to emphasize his point, gesturing at the other and then back in the direction of his house where his daughters stayed. The shadows cast by the rapidly setting sun seemed to dance across Kaiden’s creased and distraught features, his typically warm and inviting eyes holding no shine of anything but betrayal and hurt. His head shook, the hand he’d been using to help articulate his words moved to shove roughly through his dark hair, pushing it out of his face as he dropped his gaze, casting it around them briefly in a flash of paranoia. “You can’t be here if it puts them at risk,” he stated simply, emotion touching his tone, words final.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie crime rp #indie open starter #indie mafia rp #indie fae rp #indie supernatural rp #indie gay rp #indie spn rp #indie roleplay #open starter #| int. Kaiden |

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luvrl0sers · 2 years ago

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Hey! Hope you’re doing well. For the prompt how about 42, 44&45 for jungkook?

Thnx 💜💜

tea leaves what do you see?...

it was dinnertime, the house began to warm with the scent of garlic & basil filling the air as the two of you made pasta. your lovely boyfriend providing the music dancing through the house. while he took care of the meat on the stovetop, you were cutting the veggies. “hey babe?” kook asked as he stirred the sauce. “yeah” you replied setting the knife down leaning against the cutting board to answer his question. as you went back to dicing your hand brushed against the knife handle making the knife fall. as it fell, without thinking you tried to catch it, by throwing your leg against the cupboard hoping to stop it from hitting the ground. on the way down instead of catching it the knife caught your thigh leaving a sizeable cut across it. “ahh” you winced. your boyfriend spun around to look in your direction to see what had happened. seeing the long wound on your leg he ran towards you, scooping you up in his arms & bringing you to the couch so he could take a better look at it. “hold on, stay right there” he said then running to the bathroom to grab the first aid box from under the sink. he came back quickly with the big white box setting it down next to you. he took out some gauze covering your cut with them, applying some pressure to it to stop it bleeding quicker. “oww” you cried. “i'm sorry baby, i need it to stop bleeding so i can look at it; so i can take care of you” he frowned seeing how much pain you were in. “nothing’s gonna happen to me with you taking care of me, right?” “nothing's gonna happen to you i promise. it's really not very deep, it's just bleeding a bit” he reassured you. after a few minutes he softened the pressure of his hands on your thigh & took a look at the cut. “it's not too bad, i just have to clean it & wrap it up” he smiled grabbing your hands & waving them around in celebration. you smiled at his attempt to cheer you up. but your smile turned into concern focusing back on the word clean. “clean? but that's gonna hurt so bad” you began to feel overwhelmed with tears again. “only for a few seconds baby, i love you too much to leave you like this. i don't want you getting an infection” he gave you a sympathetic smile while he softly rubbed the side of your leg. “i promise i'll be as fast as i can” he convinced you further. “okay...” you agreed reluctantly. he brought out some clean gauze & the solution to clean your wound. “okay this is how i'm gonna do it, i'm gonna pour the solution on the gauze & im gonna go over the cut a few times to make sure it gets in there okay? i'll go fast; are you ready?” he saw you looking unsure. he prepared the gauze “here, squeeze my hand” he gave you his free hand & gave your hand a few good squeezes. “on three okay. one...two...three” he quickly but gently swiped over your thigh a few times with the wet gauze.“AH” you yelped, the solution felt like lemon on a papercut multiplied by ten. you squeezed koo's hand tight shutting your eyes. “i know it hurts. i'm sorry, i know baby” he said throwing the gauze as he was finished with it. he quickly gave you his other hand to squeeze. “i'm so sorry honey” it hurt him so bad seeing you in such pain it made his heart squeeze every time he felt you tighten your grip on him. the stinging lessened away after a minute. he kissed the tops of your hands, pulling on your arms so that you leaned towards him, pressing a kiss to your lips. he cupped your face with his hands wiping away all the tear streaks he could see with his thumbs. “now we just wrap it okay, sweetheart the hard part is over. i'm proud of you” “thank you baby, & thank you for taking care of me” you sniffed cupping his face. he just about melted before looking for the wrap. after finding it he gently but securely wrapped your thigh, kissing the top of your injury when he was finished. he got up to check the kitchen for anything salvagable. he came back & sat behind you pulling your back to his chest; “i think we should order take out instead, all we were cooking is burnt” you both laughed.

he babied you all night as you ate & watched a movie.

#damn i didn't expect it to be this long #i hope you like it bc idk how to feel about it #lmk what you think tho :)#jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts #bts jungkook #bts imagine #bts imagines #prompt game #🍃 tea leaf readings

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ashcal99 · 1 year ago

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Certain Things : Leah Clearwater X

Chapter Ten

"Something about you, It's like an addiction, Hit me with your best shot honey, I've got no reason to doubt you, 'Cause certain things hurt, And you're my only virtue"

Summary: Conner Swan moves to Forks Washington in hopes to help his sister Bella through her breakup with Edward. In hopes to find happiness again. He finds much more.

Warnings: (18+ only), graphic descriptions of pain and violence, blood, mentions of death, depression, loss, antidepressants, general angst, slow burn

Words: 4.1k

A/N: Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz thnx. Lmk if you'd like to be added to a tag list x

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June 16th, 2006

Leah’s vision had blurred so much that she could barely see the ground in front of her. The last blow from Riley had completely taken the breath from her lungs and her whole body was aching in protest as she tried her best to bring herself back to a stand. Seconds ticked by and she wondered why he hadn’t come back to finish her off when a blood curdling scream pierced the air.

Instantly, she knew who the scream had come from and dread settled itself deep in the pit of her stomach. Her head whipped in the direction of the noise and her eyes landed on his attacker. She willed her body to run to Conner’s defense, ignoring the pain radiating through her bones as she was given a renewed sense of urgency. Riley crumpled under the weight of her jagged teeth burring themselves into his shoulder. The loud sounds of tearing and cracking pierced the chilled air in a haunting way as she ripped his stone body into pieces.

Once satisfied with her quick work, she whipped her head towards Conner to asses the damage that Riley had inflicted. Her heart plummeted as she took in the sight of his body, crumpled into a heap onto the blood stained snow. She rushed to his side, phasing back as she fell down to cradle his fragile body. Vaguely, she was aware of the warm tears steadily streaming down her cheeks as her eyes flickered along his frame, trying to see where the blood was coming from. Her eyes landed on his blood soaked hand, seeing a cut, the crimson liquid still flowing freely.

She grabbed his bleeding palm, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding, her eyebrows furrowing as she made the mental note that something else must be wrong. A cut like that shouldn’t have him screaming in agony the way he was still. She turned his palm over in her hand, her heart stoping as she saw the crescent shaped bite. This couldn’t be happening. She had promised to keep him safe. She refused to believe it.

She panicked as the realization seeped in that there was nothing that she could do. It was too late, and she was completely useless now. She settled down at his head, brining it into her lap. His screaming had ceased, but his face was still crumpled in pain. She flinched as fabric was draped over her shoulders. Looking up, she found Edward, giving her a soft look as he let go of the blanket he had wrapped around her. She grabbed the edges of the thick fleece, bringing it closer to her bare body, vaguely thankful that he had thought of her modesty while she was so wrapped up with everything else.

“What happened?” She asked, voice shaking with emotion. She wasn’t sure when the whole battle had ended, but she hoped that Edward had seen what had happened or at least could tell her from reading Conner’s mind.

Edward looked down at her, sympathy written across his face. “He cut himself to stop Riley from…” He trailed off. Leah could piece the rest together. The third wife. That’s what he must’ve thought of, only focusing on Leah’s safety as he had done it. The same thing she would have done for him. Edward’s frown deepened. “I’m sorry, Leah. He’s lost too much blood and the venom is spreading too quickly. He either turns or he dies.” He said, voice grave.

Silence strung out as she slowly realized what he was asking her. If she wanted him to die or live on a monster. What she thought he would want. Her heart thudded in her chest. Was it selfish of her to want him to stay? No matter what he was? Even if he would become her natural enemy? She knew what her answer would be, but what would he want?

She liked to hope that he would rejoice at the thought of forever with her, but she didn’t actually know how he would feel. His life would be upheaved no matter the outcome would be. Was feeling all of this and everything that would follow be better than death? She wasn’t sure. She choked down sobs as she spoke up. “I can’t l-lose him.” She said, voice cracking, as she gave into her selfishness. She only hoped that he wouldn’t come to hate her for it.

Silent sobs shook her body as she attempted to steal herself, threading her fingers into his hair. Conner looked up to her face, the surroundings blurring around her. The fire in his arm had traveled to his chest, and everything else was fading away. His mind refused to focus on any noises or sights around him besides Leah. Her face was reminding him that the pain was worth it. He wasn’t exactly sure what would happen, if he would bleed out or burn to death like how he felt would happen, but it would all be worth it in the end. She was safe, and that was all that mattered.

Hearing bits of the conversation between Leah and someone else who couldn’t recognize through the haze, slowly, it sunk in that neither would happen. He was turning and the only thing that would stop it was if someone put him out of his misery. The thought horrified him, but he also knew it might mean forever with Leah. A light at the end of the tunnel. If she still loved him after what he would become.

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June 19th, 2006

A few days had passed since the attack. The fire still burned deep in Conner’s bones and he was fully convinced that he must be a smoldering corps at that point. Everything had blurred. His focus was completely gone and had been for some time. He knew at some point that they had moved him, the sounds of the outdoors had been replaced with silence. The only thing he knew, was that Leah hadn’t left his side. It gave him hope for the future. Hope that after this all had ended that she wouldn’t hate him. That she wouldn’t be completely disgusted with what he had become. That she would still love him.

Slowly, his clarity began to come back. The blurry lines of her face before him began to solidify. The ringing in his ears slowly diminished as the fire started to retreat to his chest. For a moment, he was sure he had finally burned away, but slowly, he realized that all of limbs where still there, the fire had just stopped. The burning was ending but his heart hurt. It beat so hard, he was sure it would beat out of his chest, leaving a gaping hole left. He gave out a yelp of panic, startling Leah as she jolted in her seat. His heart gave one, two, three more fragile beats in his chest before it stilled completely.

The fire had been put out and everything around him felt completely surreal. Leah sucked in a breath, watching as his eyes flickered to her own. He gave a little yelp, eyes widening as they focused on his reflection in hers. “What’s wrong.” She asked, her eyebrows creased in concern.

He reached up slightly to touch his cheek, the reflection in her eyes doing the same. “My eyes.” He said simply. He raised himself to sit, as soon as he thought of the action, his body shooting into the position. His eyes flickered quickly around the room, taking in the view. Everything looked like the definition had been dialed up times ten.

“Edward said they would go away after a few months if you stick to the only animal diet.” Leah spoke softly, nerves settling in her chest. He could hear the loud wet thrumming of her heart in his ears. As if his head was laying directly over it with a stethoscope. It was fairly distracting, but he figured he would get used to it eventually.

His eyes shot back to her face, eyes softening as he finally took in the view of her. How was it that she was even more beautiful like this? He could see every minute detail. The light smile lines on her plush cheeks. The asymmetry of her plump lips. The slight red blotching to her skin where the blood flowed underneath. Her eyes were irritated and puffy, and he could tell that she had been crying beforehand. He slowly, making sure to be a gentle as possible, brought his hand to her cheek, brushing his thumb across lightly. The heat of her skin warmed his now un-beating heart as she smiled shyly at him.

She leaned into his icy touch, the coolness comforting her nerves. “I’m s-orry.” She said, her voice cracking as her face began to crumple.

Hazily, he remembered what had happened. Like a fog had settled over all of his human memories. Like they were out of focus. He shook his head. “No, don’t blame yourself.” He said, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “I’m not sorry.” He said simply. He looked over her, taking in her sheer perfection. “You’re safe. That’s all that matters.”

She pushed forwards suddenly, crashing her lips to his. He sighed into the warmth of her kiss, thankful that she was even willing to as little as touch him still as the fear of her leaving him faded away. A clearing of a throat broke their embrace, as Conner just then realized that they were not alone. Behind Leah stool Edward, Jasper, Emmet, and Carlisle. The four looked to be on edge as they observed the scene play out in front of them.

Conner was surprised that he hadn’t noticed the other vampires until then. He took that time to assess their faces. It shocked him to see that they were in fact, not completely perfect like he had previously thought. His new eyes could now see minute flaws in each of their faces.

When his eyes finally found Jaspers face, he flinched back at what he had seen. He had known from their training that Jasper had history with newborn vampires, but now he could see the hundreds of crescent shaped scars littering his neck and jaw. He wondered, despite their immortality and near in-destructiveness how he had received so many bites of those sharp fangs and still survived. Almost instinctively, he was on edge when he saw this. Like it was a natural reaction to feel threatened.

The feel of Leah’s warm palm resting on his bare forearm relaxed the tension in his shoulders. Carlisle stepped forward towards the couple. “Conner, I’m so sorry for what you’ve been put through. I’m sure you’re very hungry now. We’ll need to show you how to hunt.” He said, smiling lightly.

It took the mention of his thirst for him to realize it. His hand shot up to grasp the smooth stone-like skin stretched across his neck. Only then did the burning in his throat come to the forefront of his mind. Only then did it begin to overwhelm him, but there were things that were more important than that. Leah was right in front of him and she was what mattered. “I can wait.” He said, eyes flickering to the woman in front of him. She was his priority, nothing else.

Leah’s eyes softened. “If that’s not what you want that’s okay. I can’t expect you to go against nature just to make me comfortable.” She said. Conner’s eyes furrowed in confusion as he processed her words. Suddenly, they clicked, and he couldn’t help but laugh in response.

She looked almost offended for a moment, as Conner tried quickly to gather is thoughts. He grasped the sides of her face, eyes looking deep into hers. “No, Leah, it’s not that. I promise. I would just rather be with you for a while longer before we go. I love you and I would do absolutely nothing to make you uncomfortable. If that means starving myself even, I mean fuck, I’ll do it. I’m not going anywhere. You’re stuck with me forever. Literally.” He said, smiling lightly at his own joke.

Hearing his words lifted that anxiety from her chest, and she gave in, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and burring her head into his marble chest.

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In the end, Conner did have to leave Leah’s side eventually. As much as he wanted to stay near her at all moments, he also wasn’t exactly keen on the idea of her seeing him hunting. He had considered himself lucky enough as it was that she was willing to love him given his new immortal status and he wasn’t exactly willing to gamble with that luck. He was now her natural enemy and he didn’t need to put himself in any situation that may make her change her mind about him.

Running through the forest had been exhilarating to say the least. It was amazing. Sure, he had been somewhat athletic as a human, but now it was incomprehensible. It couldn’t compare. The speed at which he had flown through the trees, yet still able to see every little tremble of the leaves in the wind. Every little spec of pollen floating through the air. He felt as if he had been pumped full of some superhuman steroid. The venom seared into his body and the human blood that lingered pushing him to a whole new level of impossible.

The strength that ran through his veins was just as baffling as the rest of it. It had taken him a moment before he realized that he had accidentally ripped the deer in his hold in two as he fed from it. He had been so caught up in the soothing feel of it’s blood on his burning throat that before he knew it, his hands were covered in the crimson liquid and he was immensely grateful that Leah wasn’t there to see. By the end of his little hunting session, he was a mess. Fresh blood was splattered across his already dirtied clothes lingering with the dried patches from just a few days previous, except this time it wasn’t his own.

It had been Edward who had gone into the woods with him, a fact in which he was surprisingly grateful for. He was embarrassed, horrified with the blood soaked clothes that hung loosely on his shoulders. Before he even had to ask, Edward had lead him to a different room in the lavish glass home, offering him a change of clothing, and for the first time since becoming aware of Edward’s powers, he was thankful that they were there. He wasn’t sure if he would’ve been able to push himself to ask for the help otherwise.

The trip into the woods was the first time since waking that he had been given the time to think, and he couldn’t bring himself to care that Edward was listening in on those thoughts. He knew he wouldn’t ever regret what he had done. Leah came out alive because of it, but that didn’t stop the self loathing. He was a monster now, her natural enemy and he didn’t understand how she was still willing to love him.

As he changed his clothing, pealing the blood soaked from his torso, a chain fell from from the collar onto his chest. Confused for a moment, he held the chain in his palm. Two rings. It felt like a lifetime ago, and he supposed, in a way, it had been. It still hurt, thinking of the pain of loosing her and their daughter, but for the first time since the accident, it felt okay.

Even after meeting Leah and falling in love with her, the memories sent an ache straight to his heart. Now, the memories, like most of his human memories were muddled. He had to actively try to remember and even when he did, that ache had become dull. In fact, the only memories that weren’t muddled were ones with Leah. He found himself incredibly thankful for this fact, not wanting to forget a single moment with her in it, and now he never would.

When he finally returned back downstairs, he found Leah, who had migrated to a seat on the couch. Her head whipped in his direction as she heard the soft creaks of the floorboards beneath his feet. Relief flooded her face as she took in his appearance. It had felt like everything was taking too long and she was beginning to grow anxious with waiting for his return. Now that she saw that he was safe, she felt that stress leave her shoulders.

In a blink, he was there, by her side on the couch, wrapping his arms as gently as he could muster around her shoulders. Their bodies moulded together as they found comfort in each other’s embrace. Leah sucked in a breath, breathing in his scent, flenching slightly as a sickeningly sweetness hit her nostrils. She sat, confused for a moment. He hadn’t smelled earlier, what had changed? It was then that she realized that he had changed his clothing, the new set no doubt belonging to one of the Cullens.

Putting the pieces together, Conner grimaced. “Sorry.” He muttered, apologizing for the stench. It didn’t smell bad to him, so he hadn’t even thought of it beforehand. He wasn’t sure what the difference was between himself and the rest of the vampires around him, but for some reason, his scent didn’t bother Leah. Maybe it was because of the imprint, but either way, he was grateful, because she smelled like herself to him as well. The ‘wet dog smell’ that he had heard mentioned previously was absent as he berried his face into her hair and inhaled. She just smelled like Leah to him. Like home.

Then came the conversation about what to do with Charlie. “We have to make him believe that you’re dead.” Carlisle said gravely. Conner’s chest ached at the information. It made sense. Conner was new to all of this and he knew being around human blood would be damn near impossible for him to get through without shedding any. Not only that, Charlie would realize that he had stopped aging at some point. He would see that he had changed in more ways than one. So it had to be done.

But there was one fatal flaw with that plan. Leah was a part of Sam’s pack whether she liked it or not, so she was stuck there in La Push. If Charlie thought that Conner was dead, then Conner couldn’t be seen ‘alive’. That meant that Conner needed to leave town, and he wasn’t about to leave Leah, so there they were. Stuck and not sure how to move on.

It was Jacob who had ultimately came up with the idea. For the time being, Conner would call Charlie and let him know that he was out of town and would remain so for a little while, until he knew for certain that he could control his thirst around the man. They weren’t sure how long that would be or the exact story he would give Charlie, but that part would be up to Conner.

When he finally was safe enough to be around his father again, Leah would go first and explain her side of the story to him. He couldn’t tell Charlie the truth, the Volturi would intervene if that happened, but there was no reason Leah couldn’t come clean. Sam would agree, Conner knew. If it had to do with Leah being happy, Sam would do anything. He had already broke her once, and if that is was it would take to keep her from braking again, then so be it.

So, that night, with Leah by his side for support, he made the call. It had only rung twice before he answered. Voice gruff over the receiver. “Hello?” Charlie croaked out. Conner could hear the tiredness in his voice, and it pained him to know that he was at least partially the reason as to why he was so exhausted.

Sue had called days ago, letting Charlie know not to worry, that Conner and Leah had decided to take an impromptu trip out of state for a week. Sue of course knew the truth as to why Conner had not returned home, and hoped Charlie would be receiving good news soon all things considered.

“Hey, Dad.” Conner greeted.

“Conner? Where have you been? You’ve had me worried sick?” He rushed out in reply, the stress and simultaneous relief in his voice prevalent.

Conner let out a deep sigh. “I’m so sorry, Dad. Leah and I left in a rush and then my phone broke. I just got a new one and was able to call.” He explained. He knew it wasn’t exactly an air tight excuse, but he hoped it would suffice.

“Conner.” Charlie scolded.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He apologized.

Charlie sighed frustratedly. “Why did you leave so quickly, anyway?” He questioned.

Conner panicked, thinking quickly. He ran through his options, picking the best one he could think of. “We eloped.” He blurted out. He mentally face palmed as he sent an apologetic look down to Leah. “I guess we just decided that life is too short, you know?” He said, grinning slightly at the irony of the statement.

Silence followed for a moment before Charlie spoke again. “That’s great, Conner. I’m very happy for you. I love you so much, son.” He said, voice thick with emotion. In truth, he was happy for Conner. He completely understood why after losing someone in the way that he had lost Mia had made him make this decision. Seeing the way that the two looked at each other made it all make sense. In a normal situation he would be worried. Worried that Conner would make the same mistake he had made with his mother, but he could clearly see the difference. Leah and Conner were made for each other. That much was obvious to him.

Conner swallowed thickly, knowing that if he was able to anymore, his eyes would be filling up with tears. “Thanks, Dad. I love you too.” He said softly.

Clearing his throat of the emotions, Charlie continued. “When do you think you’ll be home, Con?” He asked.

Thankful that he had already though of how to answer this when it inevitably came up, Conner spoke. “We’re going to stay here a bit longer, since I’ve saved up from working and everything. I’ll let you know when we know, I promise. I’ll call you again tomorrow, okay?” He asked hoping the answer was good enough for him for the time being.

“Okay, son. I’ll talk to you again then. I love you.” He said, again, just happy to have heard his voice.

“I love you too, Dad.” He answered, ending the call.

He sat there for a moment, just processing the conversation that had taken place, when his thoughts were interrupted. “So we’re married now?” Leah asked, smirk prevalent on her face.

Conner groaned, throwing his head back. “I’m sorry, it was the first thing that came to my mind.” He reasoned. In truth, he wasn’t even sure if Leah still wanted to marry him or not. He hoped she did of course, but he didn’t want to assume anything.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Now I don’t have to plan for some wedding where I would have to wear a stupid white puffy dress. It’s a win win.” She said, smiling as she leaned in, laying a soft kiss on his cold lips.

He hummed into her lips as she pulled away. “Jesus Christ, you’re perfect.” He said, resting his forehead to hers.

Leah laughed lightly, grin growing even wider. “That’s not my name. You should know your own wife’s name.” She teased, earning another exaggerated groan from Conner.

“I love you.” He muttered, taking her face into his palm was he threaded his other hand into the hair on the back of her head, pulling her lips to his once more. He didn’t deserve her, she had become too pure for his tainted soul, but he was damn happy that she was still there. Still by his side, willing to love his flawed self.

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elpida · 9 months ago

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[ trace ] Richard lightly traces the shape of Eden's face, exploring every part of their complexion with tender fingertips (from Richard to Eden thnx :'))

There was nothing more she wanted than to closer her eyes, feel the setting sunlight warming her skin along with the gentle smoothing of Richards fingertips, to ease into it as easily as it was meant to be and god she truly wished she could. For a moment she did, for a few precious moments she let it be that peaceful and easy. Her head tilted to press into the tender fingertips of an Alpha who wasn't hurting her, it wasn't about control like she thought it was. See, how were you ever meant to have any idea what real love felt like when all she'd seen of what she thought love was meant to be, was every controlling action of her Father? What he did and how Richard had treated her, heavens, even down to the soft brush of his fingertips, they weren't the same. Her Fathers grip always aimed to bruise and she did, like a peach because she was no fighter, she was an old soul trapped between wanting this, and that engraved fear she'd been brought up around.

"Richard.." her hand that'd rested on his chest moved to place gently over his, the one cupping the smooth skin of her face. Her own fingertips briefly moved over the back of his palm, slender and so preciously adoring. Savour it, she thought. savour each and every bit of it. The warmth, the safety of being so close to him, the memory of gentle hands and the comfort of their sweet nothings. Savour every last bit because Eden already knew, she couldn't do this. She could not stand idly there and drag him into her family. Her Father wanted the power that being with him brought her family and she... wanted none of it. She did not love the power he had, that in her mind, wasn't even a factor of it. Tears started to build, slowly and surely with sunlight shimmering in the spring meadow shade of her eyes.

"I can't." that is when she stepped back, when she broke way and instantly craved it again. Craved the closeness, the comfort, craved him like he'd been made to personally ease her entire being. "I wont I- I wont give you the whole it's not you it's me, you deserve more than that but.." she was stammering, hearing those cursed words in her head. Stop stammering you embarrassment. The back of her hand moved up to first wipe a few tears and then her sniffling nose. Ben would have wanted her to be happy, they were going to leave the family, break away, find their own path but she couldn't, not without her Brothers strength backing her so she was.. stuck. "I'm not an e-" Stop it Eden. Each stammer was a scold, each tear was a grip around her arm pulling her back into the dark. The O'Connors daughter wasn't kept a protective secret, she was kept a prisoner. "I'm not an easy person to love, I'm easy to like.. I'm a likeable person but really? I'm not I'm.."

You could see it, that she was getting worked up and angry at herself, that the more she stammered from nerves, from the sheer thought that it wasn't okay to do so and all the memories attached, only made it worse. Her fingertips, her nails, were digging into her palm to try and stop it, to get some form of control. "I'm not...it's not that I dont because god I do like you but I'm not an easy person to love and they can't- I can't-" her voice broke, her hands moved to push into her hair and she kept looking back over her shoulder. They'd forced so much fear onto her shoulders, that wasn't power.. and she only knew that now because of Richard. "I can't drag you into what my family are." her brows pulled, a knit in the centre. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

If only her family had opened their eyes enough to see that they might have lost their son, but their daughter had enough heart to match a thousand wolves. Richard wasn't family, but by god she wanted to protect him like he was, she wanted to keep him as far away from her Father as she could, even if that meant her misery. "He'd hurt you too, I can't have that, I can't- I can't."

#eden&richard #eden interaction #no listen this I DONT KNOW MY LITTLE HEART #SHE IS JUST THIS LOST LIL WOLFIE WANTING TO PROTECT WHEN SHE'S NO STRENGTH TO DO SO OKAY SDKFJGLSDF

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casuallivi · 2 years ago

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I got you good in the beginning, huh?!

Elain is climbing up the walls!!! Honestly, I can't tell who's directing more heart eyes at Az, Elain or her kitty... My girl enjoys the deed, and going from self-pleasure to the prospect of having an entire Azriel at her disposal??? Well, that does things to her lady-bits and her naughty cells.

TMI TIME: Yep, her last boyfriend was Graysen, the ass! They had good bedroom chemistry, but you know those men who put their woman down to feel good? Who tell you, you look ugly in certain clothes? that no one will ever want you but him? tells you to loose weight and fix things about your appearance all.the.freaking.time? who slut shames you in front of his friend? Then you want to break up, and they beg on their knees for you to stay, promising you roses and diamonds and changes? apologizing through post-argument-sex? Well, that was her last relationship. Az and Lainey are coming from relationship where sex was used as a weapon. Elain had time to process and heal, therefore she feels more prepared to get back in the sheets, hence the out of control fantasies. Poor Az is still fresh from his terrible manipulative train wreck, all the making out is a huge step for him, who did not expect to feel attracted by another woman so soon (or ever). There's a key moment that got him to notice Elain 😏 then he kept noticing her 😌 his kiss wasn't so out of the blue as Lainey thinks 🤭My boy hasn't enjoyed intimacy in a long time, so he is slowly reconnecting with it. But I fear that her-who-should-not-be-named coming back can disrupt his evolution…

For your questions: Az is more subtle about his prying, she barely notices when he does it 😈😜 Crush-land is composed by so many unnamed and forgettable dudes; a pretty waitress, a well-mannered valley, an educated model, a flirty staff, they come and go, and the only requisite to become one is having a quality she liked in the moment 😂😂😂 I don't have plans to bring Graysen (or the sisters) in the picture, I don't have time to dive into a more complicated plot😅😅 Her current "ex" is Cass, and his, Mor, so every chess piece is already here. At end of the day, they are secondary characters, very meddlesome SC.

PS: 😭🤩💖😍✨💍🎇

this comment made me so so so happy, because everything I wanted was to create a relationship from "hate" to love in a gradual manner. The story technically starts midway through, right? I tell you Elain is a die-hard Cass lover and a die-hard Az hater, but why? What made two man, who have the same DNA, so different in her eyes? Now you have me, hacking my brain to show you why she fell for Cass, not for Az, while simultaneously showing the gradual changes in their dynamics, the ways elriel are warming up to each other, and how this crazy arrangement is helping them to heal from previous shitty relations and unattainable crushes.

It’s a crazy race, but I’m happy with how is turning out 🥺💖😍✨ I reread the chaps last week (because if you don’t indulge in your own writing, who will?) and had so much fun! Having people to gush about it doubles it!!!!

Thnx for the feedback love! You already know about my rambling tendencies, so I won’t even bother pretending to apologize for the big reply. It is what it is 🤣🤣🤣🤣

The Midnight Kiss

Azriel took a hike this chap 😬😬 his inner thoughts were secluded from me😓😓 Fear not, Elain had no problem in blabbing for three two . Enjoy your Elain-fest, i guess… Adopte an author today, and win the privilege of helping to keep the flame alive! See ya 😻😽

Enjoy. Comments are welcomed and cherished :)

Part 6: In need of a Scotty to beam her up

Hands roaming each other's bodies in a hurry, a trail of discarded clothes leading to the bedroom, ragged breaths and frantic steps finding the way towards the bed, two bodies rolling around the sheets, her soft moans and his rough groans matching the “thud, ” of the headboard denting the wallpaper, a symphony of,

“Faster,”

“Harder,”

“Deeper,”

“There. Right there,”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

loud enough to haunt her nosy neighbor for days to come!

Had they been a regular couple, that’s how their third date would be coming to an end; in a steamy encounter between the sheets.

Since they were Azriel and Elain, their third date came to an end with the couple talking in his car, the engine roaring smoothly on the background.

Elain Archeron had been away from the dating scene for five years, yet the rules had not changed much: People expected to get laid by the third date. Sometimes on the first date, or even before having a first date! Bottom line is, go down dirty and hard in the first opportunity you have, put all the chemistry to test to avoid settling down with someone you have no interest in sleeping with. Despite not understanding the appeal of sleeping around, Elain agreed that a couple’s sexual life played a big part in the relationship. She also knew good bedroom chemistry turned into shackles when a guy treated you like shit outside of it. Worst bargain coin ever. Elain had been in one of those relationships before. It took so long for her to see how shitty her last relationship was, and finally break free from it, that once she did, Elain retracted from men all together. Hence the birth of her Crush Land.

Elain’s Crush Land was her happy place, a safe space where she could fantasize about the men she found attractive, without actually having to get involved with them. After all, it was much easier to crush from a distance than to get close and end up disappointed, especially when she had no confidence in maintaining a healthy relationship. In her Land the men were all perfect, flawless, fulfilling all of her expectations without her having to explain a thing. As every good sovereign, she establish ground rules for her Land, two unbreaklabe rules that kept her reign peaceful for years:

1º)This cannot be a one-Crush-land;

2º) The maximum of days a Crush can remain in his throne, is seven days. After that, he's trouble.

With time, Elain grow attached to her delusional lifestyle, content with her fantasies, her Crush Land providing all the male interaction she needed. Until she met Cassian.

Goddamn Cassian Marino, with his massive size and perfect round ass, sauntering into her life flaunting his silky hair and megawatt smiles, destroying everything she worked hard to perfect. Cass refused to fit into her equation, shattering her one-week-crush mold, frequently appearing in her mind till he was the only guy she could fantasize about. Funny thing is that was her wake up call. Ah, Elain thought sadly, I must be lonely.

Loneliness was a bitch. Especially for someone like her, who had been in relationships more than she had been alone. That’s why her Crush Land was important. No matter how silly it sounded, it helped her to learn to be alone, feel fulfilled by herself, not depend on a partner to give her worth. Elain was worthy. And her ever growing infatuation with Cass was proof that she was ready to get back into the dating world, preferably with him.

Life was also a bitch, slapping her, laughing at her pathetic hopeful plans, rubbing Cass' smoking-hot grilfriend in her face, before she could even have the chance to embarass herself with a confession. Cassian deciding to start when Elain decided to start dating, only to end up dating someone that was not her would be hilarious, had it not happened to her. It did happen to her, and Elain was devastated. But no matter! She would not let that stop her from taking a leep of faith with another guy.

Did she expected for this guy to be Cass' brother? No.

Did she expect for this guy to be her work-nemesis? Also, no.

Did she expect for this guy to be both, and despite the fact she knew that, to accept dating him anyway? Absolutly not!

Sometimes spontaneity made her do crazy things.

Elain would be the first one to admit Azriel's credentials were not looking good. But no matter! Azriel had showed he was interested in moving on too, and Elain was nothing, if not an optimist. She was confident about her abilities to move on, ready to conquer any challange life throw her way! All she needed was a guy who was willing to take her, not tame her, and everything would work out.

That’s how she found herself in boss-turned-boyfriend situation. What Elain and Azriel were doing was different from everything she had ever tried. This time she started dating her boyfriend before even liking him properly, going on dates to get to know each other. And Elain was enjoying this “get to know me” stage, enjoying discovering the little things she would not know simply by working with him.

Despite not having his brother’s easy disposition to accommodate strangers and make everyone feel comfortable with a flash of his white teeth, Azriel wasn’t the cold-hearted tin man she anticipated. As she got to know him, Elain discovered Azriel had no problem in being open and honest about his feelings, his expectations regarding their relationship, his desire to fall in love with her.

Elain was surprised to know he wasn't just interested in moving on, he was interested in her too! Initially, she thought they would help each other get over their exes, gain confidence with the opossite sex, and move on to find actual partners. Azriel nearly blew a fuse when she told him that.

"Let me get this straight. You wanna date me, to date another guy?" "Yeah, we," "No." He stopped her. "You'll date another girl, too," "No." "Let me finish," "No. You are not dating another guy! Are you out of your damn mind?" He interrupted, a vein popping in his forehead. "I warned you, Elain, I warned you I don't do casual. You date me, you are mine, and I do not share what's mine. Fuck no, you'll not date another guy."

Elain thought women's hormones sure worked in mysterious ways, because she had no business finding a domineering man that sexy. So, she changed routes, treating him as a real boyfriend, trying her best to box all his annoying bits to focus in his qualities –a feature she spent the better part of a year believing he did not have. Turned out he did.

It pained her old self to admit this, but Azriel was excellent in his job. He was also beautiful –she was dying to get him in front of her lenses– educated –when he wanted to be– from a good family, with good values, and apparently, extra sexy when he claimed his domain of her. It would be a lie to say a man like that, showing interest in you, didn’t send butterfly into a frenzy in a girl’s belly. Azriel being an attentive boyfriend didn't hurt either.

Even busy, he made sure to text her here and there throughout the the week, matching his free time to hers so they could go on dates. Since their relationship changed from coworkers to lovers, he started watching his tone, policing himself to not lash at her as he usually would – in fact, Azriel was treating the entire team better. Taking did breaths to control his temper while rejecting ideas, reducing the number of times he indiretcly called them stupid during a day, and he had only told her to shut up twice this week – a progress if she ever saw one. It was her fault, honestly. Elain couldn't help it, provoking him was fun.

Plus, bantering didn't end with her wanting to punch his teeth out anymore, now they ended with him cornering her in the empty pantry, his office, the elevator, he parking lot, deseert corridors, Azriel tracking her down to bite the snarkiness out of her lips.

“Jesus, you are such a biter,” she pointed out one day, after a particularly sharp nip. “Learned from you,” he breathed in her mouth.

Guilty. Elain couldn’t get enough of his plushy lips, nibbling and sucking on them till Azriel lost his stark facade, self-control thrown out the window, forgetting they stood in company property to press her on the nearest corner, groaning into her mouth, closing his long finger around her throat, making a mess of her hair. The man seemed obsessed with her hair and her neck. Elain was quickly becoming obsessed with his neck too, tip-toeing to fill it with wet kisses, leaving hickeys at the base, just shy from the collar of his dress shirts, like a little secret hidden in plain sight. It felt good to brand her teeth on his skin. A small punishment for all the times he made he want to punch his face.

At the end of the day, Elain wasn’t in love with Azriel, but she sure liked being his girlfriend. So much so, that when he pulled up in front of her building, she began to stall, coaxing him into conversing a little bit longer, not wanting to part.

Now she sat in his car, asking him endless questions about a subject most girlfriends would avoid like the plague: His ex.

“So you never had a girlfriend? Like, never, ever.” She asked for the third time, stunned with the complex and crazy history of her boyfriend.

Elain knew it wasn’t proper to use their date night to play 21 questions about his ex, but she was a curious person.

“If you want to get technical about it. She didn’t want labels. Had no problems getting the advantages of one, tho.”

His eyes dipped to her leg, which was bare, courtesy of her peach pleated skirt, a question clear in his hazel orbs. Elain allowed silently, watching as he gently ran his knuckles over the longitudinal scar dividing her kneecap in two halves, the line of scar tissue lighter than her skin.

"Does it still hurt?"

"Only if it gets too cold. My doc said it’s psychological, I said he isn’t the one feeling the pins burning. I swear to you, my orthopedist is whack, never trust your knee to Edgar Montero from Beacon Hill, never."

"How many pins?"

Elain lifted two fingers. Azriel removed his hand.

"It's fine, most of the time I forget about it."

He reached for his jacket on the back seat, draping it over her legs.

“Thanks,” Elain undid the straps of her sandals, not noticing him adjusting the temperature, and crossed her legs under his jacket, snapping a quick pic of her covered legs, catching the shoes on his carfloor. Then she returned to the subject of her interest. “Oh man, that’s a lot of responsibility, being someone’s first girlfriend. Just so you know, I had a lot of boyfriends, lots of experience.”

Azriel turned on his seat to better face her. “I have a decade of experience.”

She used her hand to make and “0” shape, saying, “stil had zero girlfriends. Were you lonely?"

Elain was. In her last relationship, Elain felt lonely even though she wasn't alone. She never wanted to experience that feeling again.

Azriel merely shrugged. “Work kept me busy enough.”

“Life is more than fashion, Marino. Life is bitter without the sweet frosting of love."

"Let me guess: that's why you fall in love easily."

"touché." She winked at him.

His raven-hair touched the headrest, Azriel closing his eyes. "How many boyfriend are we talking about?" he asked casually.

"You sure you wanna know?"

"Mmh."

"Most people prefer not to know about their partners past..." she taunted.

Azriel opened one eye, giving her an incredulous look. "You are so full of shit. You literally spent," he looked at his watch, "one hour and twenty minutes interrogating me."

It was her time to shrug, playing it cool. "I'm confident like that." Bullshit. Freaking curious enough to put George to shame, that's what she was.

"Stop stalling." Damn it, he knew her antics.

"Since you insist. Don't go crying later!" she gave him a last warn, putting a hand on her chest. "Just so you know, I'm extremely loyal. Got my first boyfriend entering high school, dated him till senior year. We broke up, I started dating this other guy in college, we were together till I turned twenty-four – he kind of traumatized me a little, but that's story for another time. Then I met this cute guy on tinder, he was stinky rich, but I think his mom wanted to bone him." Elain grimaced, using air quotes to repeat the nasty words she had to hear. "That lady was not happy to see her 'precious golden boy' with a 'lousy photographer'. I am not lousy. A goddamn amazing photographer, that's wha I am. Dumped his ass and won a contest later that month, thank you very much, mama Vanserra.”

Six months after breaking up with Graysen, Elain got into a bad funk. She missed intimacy, missed sex, and the worst part, she missed Graysen. To avoid crawling back to him, she tried a dating app, finding Lucien Vanserra on the first swipe, who she got involved with for three blissful months. Then his crazy mother started wanting to compete with Elain for her son’s love and affection. The woman acted like her son was her late husband. Yikes.

“And?” Azriel urged to go on, his voice bringing her out of memory lane.

“And what?”

"You said you dated a lot, I'm waiting for the "lot" part."

Elain grabbed the front of his shirt, twisting the fabric. "How dare you criticize my lovely love history? You never had a girlfriend. You are like, like – a dating novice!”

Azriel made sure his eye roll was a deliberately slow one, grabbing her chin to bring her closer. “You dated two guys and a half.”

"Why a half?"

"You never dated the third asshole."

“Still dated more than you.”

“Questionable.”

Elain snorted, impressed with his audacity to judge her when he never managed to get a single girl to date him. Before she could tell him to shove it, Azriel ran his thumb across her lower lip. He knew just how to shush her, because Elain went inert instantly.

“Are you done interrogating me, now?” She nodded. “Or do you wish to reminisce about your harem a little longer?” She shook her head.

There was no need to think about a witty reply. Azriel wasn’t actually interested in an answer, didn’t wait for on either.

He kissed her with all the patient she didn’t have, taking his time in tasting her lips; and there they were without fail, the goddamn fireworks blowing behind her lids like they did every time he touched her. Elain melted into him. His kiss was unhurried, throughtful, lips moving with the same tender assurance of the hand palming the beck of her neck, finger tangling in the waves at her nape, tugging in delicious way that was neither too harsh nor too tight. Perfect. His touch was perfect.

Elain endure the slow tempo the best she could, the kiss lingering like the sweetest of punishments. She let him conduct the pace till she was tingling all over, goosebumps coating her skin, Then she exploded, untamed and unleashed.

Where Azriel was calm, Elain was the storm. She wasted no time with gentleness, sticking her tongue in his mouth to deepen the kiss, delighting in his small flinch of surprise. Elain throw her arms around his neck like a desperate drowning girl in search of a life jacket to cling to, Azriel shuddering under her embrace, matching her wild pace with no struggle. Elain loved how versatile he was, changing from one type of kiss to another with easy, allowing her to guide him, to coach him as she saw fit. Heavy panting soon filled the air, the peculiar couple getting lost in the erratic kiss. When Azriel released her, his voice was lower than usual, rough on the edges, a black ocean smothering the beautiful hazel of his eyes.

"Is the experienced up to your standards, madam?"

She barely nodded, lipstick smudged all over, eyes glazed with need, searching for his mouth again.

Few were the things capable of turning Elain silent and compliant.

Azriel's kiss was on top of that list.

Elain sidestepped into the conference room carrying four colorful binders, arms feeling like jelly under the heavy weight, huffing from the small walks from the room to her desk. Okay, maybe the material wasn’t that heavy and she was the one out of shape. Christ, she needed to exercise more frequently. Elain could not remember the last time she did some cardio, except for running to the bakery two blocks down from her place. Fine, she needed to exercise, period.

She dropped her cargo on the long table, organizing the variety of fabric swatches, reference data and sponsoring proposals Nuala left in her care, snapping a quick photo of it all. Nuala caught a nasty flu she was trying to nurse before their business trip, leaving Elain, Miguel and Azriel to run their last meeting without her.

Speaking of Azriel…

Elain glanced expectantly at her boss, who was casually leaning against the table, focused solemnly on his tablet, scribbling over the interview draft Miguel presented to him. The assistant writer stood by him, eyes moving furiously from the object to his boss face, fidgeting like a child who waits for parental approval. These days Elain wasn’t much different, constantly rocking on her heels as she waited to snatch his attention.

The reminiscence of daylight seemed to clung to him, highlighting the deep navy of his dress shirt, the color making his profile stand out. The top button was undone, giving her the smallest glimpse of bronzed skin, Elain biting her lip as she remembered what was hidden by his shirt. At the height of his second button laid a little purple bruise, made by her. Elain sighed. How come he was able to stand there, doing nothing but breathe and be serious, and look as good as a seasoned model posing for the camera? Life was unfair. Well, not so unfair since she was the one who got to enjoy this big, sexy, handsome,

“Did your toddler redacted the last questions?” Azriel’s sharp remark interrupted her silent inspection of him. He didn’t raise his voice, didn’t have to, directing his piercing stare at Miguel, who scratched his head, saying,

“I don’t have kids.”

“Figured. A toddler knows better than to ask Wang personal questions. Keep it professional, focus in the progress of her career, she’s prone to be volatile if you don’t. Tis last page is useless. Do it again.”

“Yes, boss man. Will do.”

Behind them, Elain rolled her eyes at Azriel for ruining her sweet memories with his unwanted crudeness. Moments like this, she didn't like him one bit. Azriel wasn't lying when he said it was hard for him to connect with people, and once he got hyperfocused in his job that little detail shined light a beacon. The man was in serious need of an interpersonal relationship coach. Learning the difference between constructive criticism and public humiliation would do wonders to his character.

Elain slammed a clipboard on the table, making a grand show of pretending to sneeze three time, just to slip in the words, “quit,” “being,” “a jerk,” in between. She could hear Azriel taking a deep breath before his neck turned like the little girl in the exorcist.

“Excuse me?”

“You should say “bless you, love”, but thanks.”

Elain could swear the lights flickers. "Are you doing that?" Shuddering, she made the sign of the cross.

Azriel scowled harder. “Are you out of your meds again?”

Oh, the nerve of this man. Liked being his girlfriend her ass. Elain gave him the sweetest smile she could muster, ending up looking like a psycho on the loose.

“Of course not, Marino. I have my medicine right here,” she pinched his cheeks, Miguel sucking his lips inwards to avoid laughing. “How could I look at this face and not feel healthy and energized? Don’t be a jerk, love, scowling gives you winkles, and God did not make me this hot to date a wrinkled old geezer.”

“I’m not old.”

"You are. Age is a state of mind, and yours show in your grumpiness." She tapped his cheek lightly, smoothing the frown from between his brows. "Relax for me," she said, then, a bit quieter, "that sounds awfully sensual doesn't it? Relax for me."

He seemed peeved, but Elain was positive he wanted to laugh. She could see his lips twitching in the corner.

"You know I'm still your boss, right?"

"So you've told me. Now stop scolding the poor boy, I don't his beautiful soul to be crushed by corporate world. You done with the interview, yeah?" she pushed the remaining binders closer to Azriel, explaining their contents. “Nuala asked to pass this along. This one has partnership proposals. She said to email her if you have any doubt, she’ll be glue to her phone in case you need her. This one has secured sponsors. Take a look at these gorgeous Jacobsen settees we can display on set.” She flipped all the way to page twenty-four, showing him a variety of furniture to choose from, watching him overseeing the selection with keen attention.

“They look rigid,” Azriel commented absently.

“You know all about that, don’t you?” See? Easy to provoke. “I’m aiming for uncomfortable. Is part of the first act. Nuala and I were playing with a couple of scenarios, and I did some sketches. My goal is for it to be hard on the edges, unpleasant, transitioning into a more and welcoming atmosphere once her apprentices come into the picture, color bleeding in. They are her missing piece, her equilibrium.”

She located the blue binder, spreading it open in front of her boss, displaying all the confidence and grace that she had mastered dealing with her previous clientele. Anxious brides needed reassurance, and Elain was an expert in gving it, gently guiding them into her vision with steady steps, making sure to accommodate their hidden desires to create the perfect shooting.

She showed them the pages, giving visual representation of how the model would look in the set, how the poses would convey the message. Azriel analyzed each page quietly, lost in contemplation, contrary to Miguel, who silently shook beside him, clutching his fist to his mouth.

Elain reached in front of Azriel to slap Miguel's arm. “What are you laughing at?”

“You said you sketched.”

“I did.”

“Angelita, you drew a bunch of stick people.” He lifted the tip of a paper, trying to discern what the heck she had done there. Lots of circles and lines, that's what. “It’s impossible to understand this.”

Elain gasped out loud, dramatically clutching a hand to her chest, gluing the back of her other hand to her forehead.

"Here we go," Azriel muttered, getting out of her way.

Elain staggered towards Miguel, clinging to his jacket, shaking him left and right.

“My own friend. My brother in army!”

“Brother in arms.” Azriel corrected with a shake of the head.

Elain ignored him, way too deep into her theatrical redemption of a betrayed person, continuing her absurd discourse.

“My ally! Here I was, defending your maidenly honor, and you, you! You throw me under the bus! Thou shalt not kill, Miguel, thou shalt not kill! Why do you murder me like this! Have you no compassion? Have you no honor? Why do you betray me, why?" With a final cry, she sobbed into his shirt.

"Alright, alright. Get up now." Miguel held Elain up right, who was still pretending to be weak on the knees. “Couldn��t you have cut some old mags or something?”

“And give you some else’s vision?” her face twisted with horror, Elain pushing away from him to clean her fake tears. “No, thank you. This is an original shooting, with original concept, so we needed original drawings.” She tapped her index on the paper. “You have to look with your third eye, friend.”

“I have that?”

“Everyone does.” Fixing her hair in a ponytail, Elain wiggled herself between the two man, preparing to give a class they would not forget. “Pay attention, por sabor.”

“Por favor," he corrected amused.

“That’s what I said. Look, these are all different poses, kneeling, standing, laying down. I gave my blood for the stick people! Look! Here, she’s falling from a cliff into darkness, see, her arms are trying to grab salvation. Here, they are lying down, bored to death, in desperate need of something new, excitement. Then, boom! Wangsalvation. And here comes Vera," her passionate speech mellowed, for a shadow was casted over her, a strong frame trapping her between his body and the table. Elain wondered if Azriel had an inner furnace, because he always seemed to run hotter than her.

She cleared her throat, struggling to remain professional. "Vera is – Vera...? Yes! Vera. Vera will be waiting for her pupils, reaching her hand like the statue of a goddess, teaching her ways to the youth.”

The heat of Azriel's body seeped into her naked arms as he gently took a hold of her wrist, long soft fingers wrapping around her skin. Mouth-watering muscles flexed as guided her, making her point at something she could not care less.

"What's that one?"

Elain licked her lips, imagining how much prettier he’d look holding both of her wrists, pinning her hands above her head, binders dropped to the ground because she’d be the one spread on this table, harsh hazel eyes darkening with desire as he bent over–

“Models in opposite sides, touching each other’s faces.” She mumbled bewildered.

“Mmmh.” His purring vibrated on her back, Elain gulping at the awareness that she was straight out resting against his front. Her cheeks heated, eyes darting quickly to the witness in the room, only to find him distracted by his phone.

“Hey, Jerry read my email. He'll see me first thing tomorrow,” Miguel said casually. Jerry was their chief-editor, responsible for all the journalist aspects of an issue. “I’ll cut the last page and brainstorm new questions tonight. Maybe he can finish proofreading before we fly out.”

Azriel's hand moved from her wrist to her waist, resting casually at her hip. "I rather you proofread the winner's interview first. Wang is the last to go, there’s time to fix hers.”

“You sure?”

The two exchanged more words Elain didn’t pay an ounce of attention to, too busy digesting her latest daydream. The fact that her fantasies were now starred by a different Marino still caught her by surprise sometimes.

Surely, all that making out, like a couple of unsupervised horny teenagers, was messing with her brain chemistry. Because Azriel went from being nothing but a cranky boss, who made her blood boiling with impatience after their interactions, to be the protagonist of her x-rated story lines, sending her spiraling simply because he touched her wrist –not even her ass or titties, her goddamn wrist! This man’s touch needed to be studied.

The more she thought about it, the clearer it got: Elain not only liked to be Azriel's girlfriend; Elain liked Azriel.

A kiss on top of her head startled Elain back in the present, Miguel long gone from the room.

“I can smell your neurons burning.” Azriel joked, smelling her hair, kissing the same spot from before. The little excited thing in her chest went crazy. “Why is your heart beating so fast?” he whispered in her ear, “I can feel it in my chest.”

Crap, he could feel it?

Elain groaned.

At first, she thought Azriel Marino didn't had a flirtatious bone in his body, later, she understood he simply wasn't into cheesy reckless pick up lines like her. No, Azriel enjoyed other ways to take her off her feet, generally pointing things a gentleman should pretend he hadn't noticed! Sometimes it felt like this man was put on this earth to humble her. Christ, how was she supposed to flirt her way out this? Elain was in need of a Scotty to beam her up and away from here, before this man discovered her weakness. He was already way to powerful for her taste.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that my boss being inappropriate during office hours.”

“Now, she remembers I'm her boss. And you are inappropriate all the time.”

“Yeah, but it’s weird when you do it. I'm the funny partner in this relationship.”

Azriel used her jeans beltloops to turn her around till her ass was pressed on the table “Are you?” Since when had this man confused face been so adorable? "You are fun, but funny, tsk tsk. Funny is a big stretch."

His fingers dug in her in waist, cutting her cognitive abilities, stopping her from registering the insult. Was he going to put her up the table? God, she hoped he would. "Cute shirt."

Elain looked down on her white tee design, where two potted plants were having a conversation. One saying, "Aloe, how are you?", the other "Hey, long Thyme no see."

"Thanks."

He traced her lower lip, muttering. "No lipstick, today?"

Before she could control herself, Elain let her tongue dart outside, meetind the pad of his thumb. "Didn't want to smear you," she replied in a daze.

"Glass walls. Office hours." Came his low warning.

"Technically, we are past office hours. I'm friends with Marie, you know, the cleaning lady. She gave those glass walls an extra glow this morning, I can guarantee you'll find no germs in it. Now, if you wanna put some germs in it, I have a few ideas about what we could press there. Who. You. could press there. But I should warn you, the dress code suggestion may get a little skimpy."

There was no hidding his smile now, except he wasn't amused. His smile was wicked, smoldering hazel eyes hiding delirious promises. Azriel cleaned her saliva over her cheek, finding her neck.

Knuckles rapped against the glass wall; a melodious voice calling his name. Worse, calling him by a pet name.

"Az." The affectionate sugary tone made Elain grimace. And she wasn't the only one.

One blink and the burning desire in his eyes morphed into anxiety.

"Az?" His face paled. As if he couldn't believe the sound reaching his ears. Elain looked from him to the gorgeous woman in the doorway, checking her from feet to face.

Black stilettos, red strapless jumpsuit and sunglasses greeted her. Manicured red coffin nails clutched a tiny mini purse, beach blonde hair gathered at her nape in a low, elegant, ponytail, once again making Elain feel inadequate in her jeans and tee. Morrigan took her sunglasses off, giving Elain a view of her red swollen eyes.

"Az... Azriel." Her trembling voice calling his full name seemed to wake up Azriel from his trance. He withdrew from Elain completely, turning to Morrigan at last

"Hi." Uncomfortable silence stretched when he didn't greet her back. If Morrigan was saddened by his stiff reaction, she did not let it show. "Can we talk? Please. I really need to speak with you."

#casio i could kiss you in the mouth right now #but #i'll settle for this beast of an answer #lots of love!#and not like elain's lot #like #real LOTS #🤣🤣🤣🤣

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tender-rosiey · 4 years ago

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Last part! Maybe👀

But the latest post was so pure that I started to tear up😭💕💕💕

Thnx alot it really was a bless and made me smile from the the rough week I had lately🥺❤

Okay lets get down to business~

From giving birth to how they took care of the child to raising him/her or maybe twins👀💕to growing up u can divide it to parts if u want i won't mind😊❤

Same characters Atsushi/Chuuya/Dazai

❥ BSD characters as parents

Includes: Dazai, Chuuya and Atsushi

ᴀ/ɴ: I am really glad you liked it, dear; I am honored that you find my writing as such and I hope everything gets better for you. I hope you like this as well and my apologizes it’s late; this was so heart-warming to write oml 🥺💘

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai would be terrified I tell you

Like what if he does something wrong that leads them down the path he loathes :(

That’s why you reassure him alongside your beautiful baby

Let’s say you had a girl cause I think a girl would help in making dazai be more smiley and affectionate cause you know how most girls when young like affection?

That’s why

Anyways so, the first months of raising said spawn of satan are like hell for our little brunette

I believe that what would happen is that our little girl would see him as the vomiting stop

So like if you fed her and gave her to dazai to help her burp then she will take it as the cue to vomit to which made dazai think she hated him

“But y/n she keeps crying and screaming when I hold her, she must hate me; she never does anything with you.”

One fateful day however he had to take care of his lovely daughter for a whole day

Cause you had enough of the bullshit of the house and decided to go on a hangout with your friends

So let’s see how he dealt with this, she was not accepting of him AT FIRST and he was on the verge of giving up

But dazai then started humming a song and gently cradling her and swaying her in his arms

Your little girl liked his voice and held his finger while he was calming her down and smiled

That made dazai’s day a lot brighter, but he managed to contain his excitement so he doesn’t scare her

And when you came home you found them sleeping and she was in his arms clinging to his chest as strong as she can 🥺

Now cause I am not going through her whole damn childhood I am gonna talk about her first step and first word

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN you two were chilling like the good bad parents you are on the couch

And your daughter wanted to join you people cause apparently she was put on the naughty corner due to somehow spilling pink dye in the shampoo of your husband

So like the determined baby she is, she tried crawling but found out it’s taking too long

So she tried copying how you sweeties walk

And she did :D

So when you looked to her side to check up on her, you saw her walking to you with her arms in the air and then pulled dazai by his arms and told him that she is walking

And he whipped his head SO fast you were afraid he would snap his neck

He took lots of photos and videos

Now her first word was basically a competition between you dummies

“She will say dada first!”

“No, she will say mama first!”

“kukida!”

“…”

Great job, darling

And you both lost to a handsome and respectful blonde

Chuuya Nakahara:

S/N means son name btw 😚

“OH MY GOD Y/N HE LOOKS SO HANDSOME!”

chuuya sweetie we don’t scream beside a newborn child and a woman who just gave birth

I honestly think he would be g r e a t with children

Like sometimes he does take care of Q I believe and he gets along fairly well with Kenji

Who wouldn’t get along with kenji

Anyways he would be so excited and proud of the child you gave birth to

And he was basically fangirling

Chuuya and his kid will get along so well, like your baby would just beam whenever chuuya comes home

Also fight me if you think Chuuya Nakahara wouldn’t take millions and billions of photos and videos of his children

A L L OF HIS CHILDREN

Be it eldest, middle or the youngest of them

He views them as treasures that should be valued every single moment

awie, I love soft chu chu

Now onto the memories

THE FIRST STEP

Yes you are only getting the two major events, deal with it you lovely people

As i was saying

THE FIRST STEP HAPPENED WHEN YOU AND CHUUYA WERE IN A MEETING

And your kiddo missed you two :(

So what did he do?

Be a champion like his dad said

Tried his best to walk to the meeting room and he did

Did the guards stop him?

They just went soft and opened the door for him like he is a damn boss

And then you felt something tug at your leg and giggle

I will let you imagine how the rest of the meeting went with chuuya carrying you both excited about his kid’s first step

The first word was not something with a good aftermath for chuuya however—

“Dazai that absolutely and utterly shitty shithead!”

“Shitheath!”

“Shit”

“Shit!”

“NO STOP REPEATING AFTER ME! AT LEAST SAY DADA!”

Cue you entering

“Hey S/N!”

“Shit!”

“WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?!”

“Dada!”

“CHUUYA NAKAHARA I AM GONNA KILL YOU!”

“Oh shit! Dada!”

Atsushi Nakajima:

Nnnnnn

I believe he would have a girl

Cause he is such a girl magnet

Like kyoka and lucy

Reminds me of midoriya in that aspect

Anyways he would be so nervous to hold her but excited

Like “y/n I wanna hold her so bad but what if I drop her? :(“

He does end up holding her and crying tears of joy

What a cutie <3

Anyhow your daughter would cling to him like a koala and would only leave him when hungry or she absolutely misses you

He doesn’t wanna let go either honestly

BUT COME ON

YOU DIDNT STAY IN LABOR AND CARRIED HER FOR NINE MONTHS IN YOUR STOMACH TO END UP NOT HOLDING HER

Most of the time you would find them playing with each other

Your daughter also squishes his cheek a lot

That was a sweet introduction

Almost too sweet

Let me ruin it

THE FIRST STEP

The great uncle dazai had came to pay a visit to his lovely ‘nephew’ and subordinate

“Hello Atsushi and Y/N! I came to look at my beautiful and gorgeous nephew! :D”

Which brings me to the point that your daughter adores dazai with her whole heart

So she was sitting playing until she saw him and got so happy she stood up and walked towards him clumsily

The three of you malfunctioned

Dazai was so happy tho 🥺

She loves him that much? Plz that’s too much for his poor heart

He picked her up and spun her around

“AHHH SHE WALKED HER FIRST STEPS BECAUSE OF ME! YOHOOO!”

Meanwhile you and your husband are just staring at each other in confusion

Her first word was the classical mama but how and why she said it was absolutely heartwarming

So she was sitting in the lap of atsushi as he was showing her pictures of stuff so she can get to say anything

And then he reached the word queen with its picture

“And this is queen.”

“Mama!”

“Hehe, it’s a queen.”

“Mama!”

“Yeah, mama is a queen!”

“Yay!”

He was so happy cause he managed to film it and showed it to you

Let your reaction be of your choice <3

do not copy or plagiarize or you will be reported

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wearywinchester · 3 years ago

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At Last

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a long visit with family, you return home to the one you find yourself thinking about most.

Requested by Anonymous: “If your requests are still open, think you feel like doing something where the reader is visiting with her family, and they get along fine but her family stays up too late partying and drinking meanwhile reader just wants to go home and cuddle with Dean? Thnx hon :) if requests are not open, feel free to ignore”

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, fluff, kissing

You let out a sigh as you sit back against the seat of your car, the bunkers garage quiet as you sat there for a moment. It was just past midnight, your body fatigued from the day you’d had but it was good nonetheless. It was good, but you were happy to be home by the end of it.

Your family had been in town, something they always did twice a year and you were fortunate the get-together’s had been so close to home. You loved them dearly, they were a lively crowd and they always were, but it was a quality you found you couldn’t quite keep up with no matter how much time you spent together.

Once it hit ten o’clock that night, you found yourself growing tired, the hours of socializing having started to wear on you despite how good of a time you’d had that day. You were full from dinner, the Kansas heat having still had its hold despite the sun having gone down. Then eleven o’clock rolled around just as quickly, the group still having been just as full of energy as they’d had been the entirety of that day as a new pack of beers had been tapped into.

You wouldn’t say you couldn’t handle staying up late, you were used to late night trips for hunts and hours of research but you found that to be different now. You were tired, and you couldn’t think of anything better than going home to Dean.

Presently, you found yourself in the very place you’d longed to be, home.

You twisted the key and turned the car off, switching off the lights before getting out. The sight of the Impala sitting pretty in its usual parking spot had you smiling softly, had your heart skipping a beat at the mere thought of the Winchester in particular that it belonged to. He was just paces away now, and you felt you couldn’t be happier.

Hanging your keys on the hook by the door, you stepped up into the bunker, closing the old wooden door behind you. The lights had since been dimmed in the hall, the whole place quiet save for the sound of your footfalls. Quiet save for the metallic clinks sounding loudly when you trip over the trash can sitting by the door in the hall.

Your eyes fall closed as your cheeks burn at the sheer noise, nose scrunched at the echo on the walls as you stand there for a moment. The silence in the bunker was near deafening after that, a huff leaving your lips when you bend over and stand it upright once more.

The first thing you noticed after your clumsy accident was the smell, the burning smell sitting high in the air with a hint of apple and cinnamon mingling in with it. It was something that led you to the kitchen first, your brow raising as you turned the main light on. There were no traces of anything on the counters, nothing on the floor, not even a dish in the sink save for Dean’s mug. It was the oven that initially gave it away, that very same smell wafting your way once you opened the door.

With that, you spun on your heel, eyes landing on the garbage can standing alone by the stainless steel kitchen island. You stepped on the pedal and watched as the lid lifted up, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. It was then that you saw the burnt remains of what looked to be pie crust, the cinnamon coated apple slices having splayed and mixed with it at the bottom of the back. A soft laugh left your lips, your head shaking.

You switched off the light on your way out, your smile still lingering at the thought of Dean Winchester trying, and failing, to bake a pie.

You let the lid to the trash can fall, a voice sound behind you abrupt enough to make you jump.

“Who’s there?”

You spun on your heel, breath hitching in the first second and your eyes rolling in the next. “Your gun, Dean. Really?”

He lowers it and tucks it back in the belt of his jeans, the corners of his mouth quirking up. “What? Gotta take my precautions, sweetheart. Besides, don’t I look cool when I do that?”

Your pursed lips turn to a smile, one very much giving away the fact that something teasing was on the very tip of your tongue. He knows that for a fact, his smile fading in realization. “Do you really want me to answer that?”

There it is.

His eyes roll as his lips purse, an expression he finds he can’t hold with what he’s got next. “I knew who it was. There’s only one person who can trip over that trash can no matter how far out of the way it is.”

Your frown is immediate, brows knit together as he tips his head back to laugh.

“Not funny, Winchester,” you huff, walking into his arms as they envelope you in the very embrace you’d been thinking about ever since you left that day.

It was tight and warm, near bone crushing as he all but lifted you off your feet. Your frown was quick to dissolve in favor of a smile, one that was squished against his chest as your cheek pressed to flannel and Henley all smelling every bit like Dean and a hint like his favorite fabric softener. His cheek rested atop your head, squeezing you even tighter if that’d been possible.

“Did you have a good time?” He asks, voice softer as the teasing in his tone fell away.

“Mhm,” you hum, eyes falling closed for a moment. “Tired is all.”

“You missed me, didn’t you?” He chuckles.

“Don’t let it go to your head, Winchester,” you mumble, your smile in your voice. You could feel his laughter some more then, your grip loosening to look up at him. “‘M serious.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll bet you are,” he hums, dipping down and pressing his lips on yours. It was soft and sweet, something paired with his hug that you found you missed more than you’d ever admit even if you were apart for only a few hours.

He parts for a moment at the feel of your laughter brushing against his lips, kissing you once, twice, three more times before his intrigue gets the better of him. He pulls back to look at you, brow raised in his curiosity as the corner of his mouth quirks up.

“When were you going to tell me you tried to bake a pie?” You ask, your grin teasing.

He lets out a laugh as he scratches the back of his neck, turning his head away from you for just a moment or two. You can see he’s just the slightest bit embarrassed by his blunder and the smell that made it hard to forget, more so when you’re giving him that look that lets him know you’re not letting him live it down. But the look he gives you then softens from the scrunch it once was, his tongue swiping across his lips.

“I uh,” he starts, heaving a sigh, “I tried to bake you a pie for when you got home. Turns out I’m not Rachael Ray.”

“Does Rachael Ray even bake?” You ask, eyes squinting as you pretend to think it over.

“Oh shut it,” he says with a smile, kissing you once more before you can say another word.

You leaned up on your toes and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your smile pressing against his lips and mingling warmly with his own. His stubble was rough against your skin, something that only widens the smile you’ve got as your hand settles in his cheek, another soft kiss pressed to his lips.

“That was sweet, De. I mean it.”

He’s got that smile on his face when you stand flat on your feet once more, that smile that’s all kinds of soft and sweet, that smile that’s been reserved solely for you. The one that he swears is just coincidence because he swears he’s this gruff, tough guy, and while he is—he’s also the softest at heart and that’s something he can’t argue with you on.

He takes notice of your yawn, of the tiredness in your eyes as you look at him and he chuckles.

“Alright, sleepyhead, c’mon,” he says, spinning in his heel and walking ahead with a loose grip on your hand as he turned the kitchen light off on his way out of the room.

It was comfortably quiet as you walked in the hall, the only sound having been the thud of his boots and the quieter thud of yours. It was just that until you approached your room, the familiar golden eleven sitting shining on the wooden door.

You could hear the tv filter out into the hall, muffled until he’d opened the door. The lamp was on as it sat on the nightstand, the blankets on the bed folded back and ready for you to climb under them. Your favorite show had been on, partway through a rerun episode, the show Dean insisted he hated though you knew better than to believe that even for a minute.

You were quick to step out of your boots, and change from your jeans as Dean did the same. He shrugged off his flannel and extended his arm out to you, a knowing smile on his lips. You took the shirt from his hand in an instant, a grin of your own forming as you pulled it on in place of your shirt, fastening a couple of the buttons before getting in bed.

His shirt was warm as it blanketed around you, the faint smell of his cologne having lingered on the fabric. But, it was no match for the man sitting down next to you.

His arm circled around your waist within moments of him getting in bed, quick to tug you in close as you got comfortable on his chest, leg swinging to rest over his waist. He let out a content hum, his smile soft as it sat pretty on his lips.

This was the very thing you’ve been longing for the moment you left that day, the thing you found yourself thinking about more often than not. Because this, moments like these, they were ones that mattered most to you and moments you held onto each and every time they happened.

His arm was heavy around you, the tips of his fingers brushing absentmindedly over your arm as he watched tv. It wasn’t until you looked up at him that he met your gaze, no matter how tired you were. You leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips, lingering and soft.

“Night, De,” you mumble against his lips, kissing him once more before dipping down to lay back on his chest.

You felt the press of his lips on your forehead, the scratch of his stubble against your skin. “Night, sweetheart.”

After a long day, you were right where you wanted to be at last.

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#dean winchester #dean winchester oneshot #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester fluff #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fic

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sankyeom · 4 years ago

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𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 // 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍!𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚞

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘. 𝚘𝚛, 𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚘𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌.

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 // 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝

Sunwoo was a little drunk.

That much was clear just by his appearance alone. His eyes, usually sparkly and warm, were rimmed with red and caused Sunwoo’s vision to be slightly blurred under the effects of the alcohol he had consumed that evening.

He didn’t intend for that night to happen that way. Originally, Eric had brought Sunwoo to the party to cheer him up after moping around for four days. Sunwoo was so upset about what happened that he wouldn’t even tell Eric what it was. Still, his best friend figured that if it was bad enough, Sunwoo would just tell him what happened eventually. The party seemed like the perfect solution, especially since all of their friends would be attending as well.

Y/n had been doing somewhat better than Sunwoo.

She had refused to believe their short disagreement over text was a break up, and was simply waiting for Sunwoo to calm down enough to have a proper conversation with her. This seemed to be the mature thing to do, even if she wasn’t sure she believed it.

Some time at the start of the party, Y/n ran into Bomin from high school and her legal studies class. She was all too happy with the distraction. Bomin was equal parts funny, kind and had the opposite personality to Sunwoo’s. As such, he made the perfect form of entertainment for the evening. His gorgeous smile helped cheer her up a little, too. Eric had joined the pair after noticing them, remembering Bomin from high school and all too enthusiastic to catch up with him.

Just when Y/n wanted to leave and find Kevin – a result of Eric and Bomin speaking entirely about baseball and little else – she spotted Hyunggu greeting Hyunjae in the corner of her eyes. Recalling that she hadn’t seen him since their legal studies final, Y/n excused herself to greet the older man.

“Hey,” she appeared beside Hyunjae, smiling widely at him and Hyunggu. Hyunggu’s eyes lit up with delight after recognising Y/n. “Good to see you again,” she told Hyunggu, accepting the warm hug he was holding his arms out for. The two had become quite decent friends over the semester.

“You too! How was your break?”

As Hyunggu and Y/n conversed, Hyunjae smirked and left the two alone in favour of finding his friends, spying on them from a distance. The pair hadn’t even noticed Hyunjae leave, which made him giggle as he approached Sunwoo, Kevin and Chanhee.

“What are you smirking about?” Chanhee wondered, sipping on his drink with a raised brow.

“Hyunggu and Y/n,” Hyunjae sang their names, pointing them out in the crowded room. You were leaning your ear closer to Hyunggu’s lips so you could better understand him over the music, bursting into laughter once you understood him. “They’re in their own little world over there.”

Sunwoo’s heart dropped into his stomach, and not just from the alcohol he had consumed that day.

Chanhee grinned. “They’re actually pretty cute together,” your friend allowed. “But I saw her with Bomin earlier, and they’re way cuter together.”

“Choi Bomin? He’s one good-looking guy. Him and Y/n would have gorgeous children. Still, I’m team Hyunggu.”

Sunwoo couldn’t help but bite his bottom lip to suppress a scoff. That Bomin guy again? Surely you weren’t just spending time with all the men that were interested in you for no reason.

Kevin, having noticed Sunwoo’s silence and knowing the truth about your relationship with him, intervened. “Let’s not start shipping Y/n with every male around her,” he tried to joke. “She’s her own person.”

“Of course,” Hyunjae nodded. “Besides, she said she wasn’t interested in either of them. I wonder why she never even went on a date with Hyunggu…”

Sunwoo downed what was left in his cup and frowned. “I’m just gonna-” without finishing his sentence, he made his way to where you stood.

Hyunggu saw him before you did. “Oh hi,” he greeted. “It’s Sunwoo, right?”

At the sound of your boyfriend’s name, you tensed. “Yeah,” Sunwoo nodded. “Could I have a minute with her?” he motioned to you. Hyunggu shrugged and you let Sunwoo lead you out of the house and to the front porch, away from prying eyes.

Chanhee, Hyunjae and Kevin watched. “Well that’s new,” Chanhee said, surprised by Sunwoo willingly speaking to you. “I’ve certainly never seen them voluntarily interact before.”

Once you were outside, you felt the bite of the late January air against your skin, even through your sweater and jeans. Noticing this, Sunwoo took off his sherpa-lined leather jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Are you doing this on purpose?” he asked, breaking the silence as he zipped the jacket up.

You exhaled. “Doing what, Sunwoo? I don’t want to play games. Just tell me what you mean.”

The combination of the jealousy and alcohol in his system made Sunwoo’s head slightly foggy. “Hyunggu, Bomin,” he listed off. “Everyone likes you and wants to go out with you.”

“That’s not true,” you denied. “They’re my classmates; friends I made over the semester. Hyunggu asked me out and I decided not to go because of you, remember?”

“Friends,” Sunwoo scoffed. “Do all of your friends flirt with you?”

Frustrated with his behaviour, you bit back “Well, they wouldn’t flirt with me if they knew I had a boyfriend. But you don’t want to tell anyone so I don’t have any reason to tell them to leave me alone.”

“Don’t have any reason?” Sunwoo echoed. “So you’re saying that you just let them flirt with you even though we’re dating? That doesn’t seem fair.”

“You want to talk about what’s fair?” you exclaimed. “Fine! Let’s talk. But I’m not wasting my time to explain to you that I can have male friends even though we’re dating. They’ve never crossed any line that made me uncomfortable or compromised my relationship with you,” you bit your bottom lip. “You do that on your own just fine.”

“Nice,” Sunwoo rolled his eyes. “Really nice. Thanks for that.” As he tried to sit on the front steps, he lost his footing and nearly fell.

“You’re drunk,” you realised, stabilising his balance by taking ahold of his arms. “Go home, Sunwoo,” you said, feeling disappointed. “I’m not going to pointlessly argue while you’re drunk.”

“So now you’re mad about me being drunk? Am I not allowed to go out and have fun?”

“I’m not mad that you’re drunk!” You felt like your words were falling on deaf ears. “I’m mad because you never deal with your feelings,” you explained. “I’m mad because you say that you’re dating me and you love me, then you just ignore any conflict that arises and act out like this!”

You still had more to say, but someone else’s voice stopped you dead in your tracks. “Did you just say you’re dating?” Eric asked, voice ablaze with confusion and anger.

You almost stopped breathing in that moment.

Turning to face where your brother had just exited the house �� most likely to find you after speaking with Bomin or check on how drunk Sunwoo was – you found Eric glaring at Sunwoo. “Eric,” you stammered. “I- I can explain. I know you’re probably upset with me for-“

“How could you?” Eric exclaimed to Sunwoo, tears welling in the corners of his eyes.

You had expected Eric to shout at you, maybe call you a liar and be angry at you for keeping things from him. What you hadn’t expected was Eric to be gazing at Sunwoo as if he had betrayed him, tears leaking out of his eyes and dripping down his cheeks.

Eric cried often. It was one of the many things you loved about your brother: his sensitivity and ginormous heart.

And yet, you never saw this coming.

“Eric,” Sunwoo said quietly. “I-“ he closed his mouth, unsure of what to say. “I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

“No,” Eric shook his head, angrily wiping the tears away. “I’m sure you didn’t want me to find out at all, did you? I bet that you thought everything would be fine as long as I didn’t find out. That it wouldn’t be a breach of trust if I had no clue.”

The way your brother’s words hit close to home only served to confuse you further.

“Please don’t be mad,” Sunwoo’s voice shook, suddenly desperate and panicked at having been caught. He stepped out of your hold to approach your brother. “Please don’t. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Eric, I just-“

“You broke your promise, Sunwoo,” Eric sobbed. “You promised you wouldn’t do this.”

Promised?

“What are you guys talking about?” you demanded.

please don’t kill me for that cliffhanger... see you in four days lol

also stan golden child and pentagon pls thnx

#tbz #the boyz #sunwoo #the boyz imagines #sunwoo imagines #the boyz texts #the boyz fanfic #the boyz fic #the boyz fake texts #the boyz scenarios #the boyz social media au #social media au #kpop social media au #sunwoo x reader #the boyz x reader #the boyz imagine #sunwoo imagine #fic: break your rules

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weilongfu · 4 years ago

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Hello again &thnx for answering my ask on how prompt spam weekend works :D requesting a Chuyao prompt for fake undercover couple? Featuring slightly dense Chusheng and jelly LY (because LY would jealous even if his S.O. is fake xD ) thanks and hope you had a wonderful birthday :)

Lu Yao looked about the bar he and Qiao Chusheng had been at for the last half hour with a barely suppressed modicum of distaste.

It wasn’t the bar or the clientele that Lu Yao was upset about. Men who were interested in other men were a thing that was not discussed, but they were also not highly regarded in Shanghai. That being said, Lu Yao had never had an issue with such things. A few discrete experiments at Cambridge had confirmed that such things were plenty to his taste at the time anyway. Not that he had sought out such company since, of course.

But what Lu Yao was specifically upset about was that Inspector Qiao had been the target of every man since they had stepped foot into the bar to pursue a lead on their newest case. It was maddening.

Qiao Chusheng was a known womanizer to every man and woman in Shanghai. And yet even the sight of them walking in arm in arm to “sell” the illusion of being a couple like the killer had been targeting did nothing to dissuade countless men buying Qiao Chusheng drinks.

To his credit, Qiao Chusheng rolled with his new found popularity with ease. He accepted drinks, flirted just enough to be nice but not so much as to indicate that his (fake) relationship with Lu Yao was a sham, and weaseled out little tidbits that Lu Yao mentally stored away for later. When the burning leaden weight in his stomach wasn’t around, he’d think about the clues being spoon fed to him.

But it was only during his third drink that Lu Yao questioned why he was feeling so annoyed with everything to do with Qiao Chusheng’s new popularity. The entire night, Qiao Chusheng hadn’t so much as looked at him. To be sure, he pushed a drink in Lu Yao’s direction every so often and occasionally put a hand on Lu Yao’s thigh, squeezing to get his attention, but other than that, there hadn’t been so much as a glance.

Before he could stop himself, Lu Yao had tugged a little too hard on Qiao Chusheng’s jacket, making him spill his drink just a bit.

“What’s the matter with you, San Tu?” Qiao Chusheng asked as he mopped up the mess with his handkerchief.

Lu Yao was at a loss for words, watching the bob of Qiao Chusheng’s throat as he chugged down the rest of his bourbon before Lu Yao could spill the rest of it. “I... What a lousy fake boyfriend you’re being!” Lu Yao hissed at last once Qiao Chusheng had set down his glass. “Do you think anyone is going to believe we’re a couple if you keep paying more attention to other men?”

Qiao Chusheng’s brows furrowed for a moment before his face relaxed again. “You’re getting upset over something like that?”

“Isn’t that why we’re here?!”

Qiao Chusheng tilted his head ever so slightly, but Lu Yao knew he was scanning the floor, before putting his arm around Lu Yao’s shoulders. “San Tu, San Tu, San Tu, he only targets couples that are on the outs. Now we’ve finally gotten his attention.” Lu Yao shifted, but Qiao Chusheng tightened his hold, pulling Lu Yao closer, giving Lu Yao a whiff of his aftershave. “Not yet. Don’t look yet. Struggle just a bit and then storm off. He’ll come after you and then I’ll follow.”

Qiao Chusheng’s directions were all too easy to follow and Lu Yao threw off his surprisingly heavy and warm arm before stalking off. True to Qiao Chusheng’s prediction, Lu Yao felt a heavy gaze on his back as he retreated. He only hoped his heart would stop beating so fast as he walked further to continue the lure.

But if anyone asked later whether it was his coward heart beating in anticipation of capturing their murderer or because of how the scent and warmth of Qiao Chusheng had lingered around his shoulders, Lu Yao wouldn’t say.

#my roommate is a detective #mriad #qiao chusheng/lu yao #prompt spam weekend #Anonymous

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soulsuckrrs · 6 months ago

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open to: m/f/anyone plot: y/m somehow betrayed Kaiden's trust, after they'd grown very close during y/m's stay at Kaiden's resort/vineyard over the summer. Now Kaiden's learned about whatever y/m did or kept from him & is confronting them. hmu to plot! I have ideas. connection: assassin or criminal, detective or federal agent/secret agent, ex or old flame, idk gimme angst thnx.

"I trusted you... I put not only my heart on the line but my daughter's," there would be nothing in this world that meant more to Kaiden than his daughters and for a moment there he had believed that sentiment included the other but since learning of their deceit, that had changed. He used his hands to emphasize his point, gesturing at the other and then back in the direction of his house where his daughters stayed. The shadows cast by the rapidly setting sun seemed to dance across Kaiden's creased and distraught features, his typically warm and inviting eyes holding no shine of anything but betrayal and hurt. His head shook, the hand he'd been using to help articulate his words moved to shove roughly through his dark hair, pushing it out of his face as he dropped his gaze, casting it around them briefly in a flash of paranoia. "You can't be here if it puts them at risk," he stated simply, emotion touching his tone, words final.

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Certain Things : Leah Clearwater VIII

Chapter Eight

"Something about you, It's like an addiction, Hit me with your best shot honey, I've got no reason to doubt you, 'Cause certain things hurt, And you're my only virtue"

Summary: Conner Swan moves to Forks Washington in hopes to help his sister Bella through her breakup with Edward. In hopes to find happiness again. He finds much more.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ only), unprotected sex, mentions of death, depression, loss, antidepressants, general angst, slow burn

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A/N: Comment if I missed any warning or anything plz thnx.

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May 10th, 2006

Conner’s eyes fluttered open, lightly stretching his arms above his head. A weight on his chest pulled him from his muddled thoughts. He looked down to see Leah’s head laying on his bare chest, her warm palm laid gently on his stomach. He sighed, letting a smile grow on his face as he remembered the events of earlier that day. He hadn’t meant to go that far with her that soon, but he definitely didn’t regret it one bit. Honestly, if he hadn’t known that Bella would’ve been back from school soon, he would’ve taken things much further, but he knew he wanted to take his time with her. To cherish every moment, and something as special as their first time together, he didn’t want to rush one bit.

His heart swelled as he took in the sight of her. Her eyelashes lightly dusting her high cheekbones. Small puffs of air leaving her slightly parted lips. He wasn’t sure when he had become so far gone when it came to her, but here he was, absolutely head over heals in love with her. He had told her this earlier that day, right before they had fallen asleep in each other’s arms. His heartbeat quickened as he remembered her saying the words back to him. Of course he knew how she most likely felt about him, seeing as she had imprinted on him, but it was so much better, hearing the words fall from her lips.

Leah shifted slightly on his chest, and suddenly, her eyes were staring back up at him. “Were you watching me sleep?” She asked, voice groggy. Her words caused a deep blush to crawl up his neck to his face.

“Busted.” He said, laughing nervously. She smirked, seeing the beet red of his cheeks. “You’re just too beautiful not to stare at.” He said, sending her a bright smile.

Now it was her time to blush. She let her head fall, tucking her face into his chest, her hair hiding her from his adoring gaze. She breathed in his familiar scent, trying to calm her heart. She felt him shutter underneath her. Glancing back up at him, she sent a questioning look.

He looked back down to her, biting his lip. “Tickles.” He said, referring to her breath on his chest. He put his hands on her cheeks, keeping her from hiding her face again. Looking deep into her eyes, he brought his lips down to meet her forehead in a soft kiss. “You are beautiful, Leah. You can’t blame me for appreciating the view.” He said.

Leah looked up at him, drinking him in. She moved her body up his until they were level. Her eyes fluttered closed, slowly moving in, to place her lips on his. It would never get old, feeling his kiss, feeling his love for her. She would live in this moment forever if she could. Just feeling him underneath her, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, his heart beating fervently underneath her fingertips.

His lips moved gently with hers, his slight stubble scratching her face. He pulled away reluctantly, looking into her eyes once more. “As much as I’d absolutely love to sit here all day and kiss you, I have to get downstairs to start cooking dinner. Charlie is absolutely useless when it comes to culinary skills, and he’ll end up starving if I don’t make something soon.” He said, slightly joking, but mostly dead serious.

Leah laughed lightly. “I believe you.” She said, lifting herself off of his chest. She slid off of the bed, rising to her feet. She leaned over, gathering her clothes that had been strewn across the floor. Standing back up, she caught his eyes staring at her again. She smirked raising her eyebrow at him.

He smiled bashfully, swinging his legs over the mattress. “Like I said, just admiring the view.” He said.

Once the two had dressed, they made their way downstairs, Conner’s hand resting on the small of Leah’s back. Stepping into the kitchen, he got to work cooking as she took a seat at the table. “Are you sure you don’t want any help?” She asked.

Conner closed the fridge, ingredients in hand, and leaned over to peck her on the lips. “Positive. I just like having your company.” He reassured. He turned to the large pot on the stove, adding the beef stock and turning the burner up. Grabbing a knife, he began to cut up some vegetables into small slices.

Arms wrapped around him from behind and he felt Leah rest her head on his back. He sighed, content with feeling her touch. Adding the vegetables to the pot, he moved on to cubing the meat. Once he was done cutting the meat, he added it to the pot as well, letting it simmer. Leah’s arms dropped from his waist as he brought the knife to the sink, setting it down and quickly washing the mess from his hands.

Conner made his way back to her, moving his hands to grip her hips tightly. He lifted her up, letting her fall to the counter, slotting himself between her legs. His palms rested on the cool laminate on either side of her, caging her in. She smiled, her hands reaching up to hold each side of his face. Like gravity was pulling them in, their lips found each other once again. It was as if after one taste, they couldn’t get enough. They molded together so perfectly, everything came so naturally.

Her hands moved to the back of his head, threading her fingers through his hair, deepening their kiss. It was gentle yet passionate, like the two were just trying to savor every moment they had together. Conner slowly pulled away, resting their foreheads against each other lightly. His heart felt so full in this moment, almost overflowing with happiness. He never thought he’d be happy again after losing Mia, but there he was, and it was almost overwhelming.

He leaned in, pecking her lips one more time, as he reluctantly pulled away from her grasp. He moved over to the stove, stirring the stew slowly, adding in some seasoning as he went. He found himself looking back to her every few moments, not being able to keep eyes off of her.

Once he was done for the moment, he added a lid to the pot and returned to his previous position between her legs with hands on either side of her. She smiled at him, letting her hands rest on his waist. She pulled him closer, laying her head on his shoulder, breathing in his woodsy scent. He turned his head, lips grazing her neck, sending a shiver down her spine. He planted a kiss to the soft skin, teeth nipping her lightly. She giggled in response, feeling giddy from his touch.

He pulled his face from her neck, grabbing her hips and helping her hop down from the counter. He gripped her hand in his own, bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of her palm. He turned, pulling her to the living room. Charlie was sitting in his normal seat, eyes focused on the baseball game playing on the television. His eyes flickered to his son, hearing him enter. His gaze locked on Leah, seeing their intertwined fingers.

For the most part, Conner had spent time with Leah on the reservation or at his work, it just being easier as everyone either knew about the whole imprinting thing or didn’t know him well enough to ask. So, this was the first time Charlie had really seen the two together since their meeting. He was a bit surprised to see the two so close, but Sue had mentioned that they had been spending a lot of time together. He would bring up the topic later once she had left, but for now he just enjoyed seeing the genuine smile on his son’s face. It had been so long since he had seen a smile reach Conner’s eyes.

Conner sat on the small sofa, pulling Leah down next to him. “Dinner is on the stove, Dad. Should be ready in about an hour.” He said, turning his attention to the game. He turned Leah’s palm in his hand, playing with her fingers. He almost wished that they were alone so he wouldn’t have to hold back at all with his affection. He was sure they looked like a couple of love sick puppies to anybody else, but in truth, he just felt pulled to her touch. And sure, the love sick part was true too.

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After dinner, Leah had left, claiming to have to go home to get to sleep. As she had leaned in to give him a hug goodbye, she had whispered to him, promising to be back later and sneak in through his window. Conner had held her to him for a bit too long, laying a small peck on her cheek as she left. He knew Charlie was watching the whole exchange, thinking he was being sneaky, and wanted the chance to talk to him before being out in the open with his feelings.

He plopped back down on the couch after walking Leah out, letting out a heavy sigh. Charlie looked to his son, deciding now was as good a time as ever. “So…” He started awkwardly. “Sue says you’ve been spending a lot of time with Leah lately?” He asked, trying his best to be nonchalant.

Conner looked to the man, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah… we have. She’s-uhh been really nice getting to know.” He said, biting his lip.

Charlie sent him a knowing smirk, nodding his head slowly. “Right… well, it’s nice to see you happy again, Conner. You deserve it.” He said, sending him a smile, and that was the end of the conversation. That was something Conner always loved about his father, he never asked too many questions. He saw that he was happy and that was enough for him.

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Later that night, Conner sat on his bed. He flipped through the pages of his book, but his mind was elsewhere. Light tapping on his window, broke him from his thoughts. Glancing through the window, he spotted her lean figure through the darkness. Just the girl he was thinking of. He hurriedly pulled up on the pane of glass, moving it out of her way. She backed up, taking a running start, and jumped, grabbing a branch from the tree in front of his bedroom. She swung back and forth a few times, gaining momentum, finally letting go and sliding through the small gap, landing gracefully on his floor. Conner looked to her impressed. “Your athleticism will never cease to amaze me.” He said.

She grinned at him, pulling him towards her into a hug. They had just been apart for a few hours, but it honestly felt like so much longer. Being apart from her was growing more and more difficult as they grew closer. She breathed in deeply, suddenly pulling away from him, a disgusted look on her face “Something smells sickeningly sweet.” She said, nose scrunched up.

Conner frowned, knowing exactly what the smell was coming from. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to warn you. Edward is here.” He paused, watching her lip curl up in snarl at the immortal’s name. “Charlie doesn’t know he’s here, but he comes every night. He doesn’t ever leave her room.” He said, hoping to reassure her.

She grimaced, hating the fact that her imprint spent every night under the same roof as a reeking bloodsucker. She sighed, forcing the grimace off of her face. “It’s okay. You’re worth dealing with the stench.” She said, leaning up to place a kiss to his cheek.

He sighed in response to her touch, pulling her closer as he fell backwards onto the bed. His back laid flush with the mattress, her knees on either side of his hips. He smiled sheepishly up at her. “Hi.” He said.

She leaned over, bringing her face near his. “Hi.” She whispered, rolling off of his hips, to lay next to him. Her body molded to his perfectly, her head falling to his chest. He played with her hair, twirling a strand loosely around his finger. She turned her head, spotting the chain around his neck. “I’ve been meaning to ask. These were her’s right?” She asked softly.

He looked down, picking up the two rings in his palm. “Yeah… Bella got me the chain last Christmas, thought it’d be nice to have them close.” He said. Talking about the topic had become considerably less painful since meeting Leah, but it still sent a slight pang through his heart thinking about what had happened. He reached down, grasping her hand, binging it up and laying the two rings in her palm for her to see.

She admired the delicate pieces of jewelry. Turning them slightly, watching as the light shown off of the angles of the stones. “They’re really pretty.” She said, turning her eyes up to meet his.

He smiled, bringing his fingers to her chin. He tilted her face up further to his own, leaning down to connect their lips in a short kiss. “You’re really pretty.” He said as he pulled away from her lips. A crease deepened between her brows, her thoughts beginning to wander. “What’s wrong?” He asked, concern coating his voice.

She looked back to his eyes, a small smile not quite reaching hers. “I’ve been meaning to tell you, but I didn’t really know how to bring it up. I guess now is as good a time as any.” She paused, gathering courage to continue. “I-um I can’t have kids.” She spit out, silence covering the room like a blanket. “Wh-when I phased, my monthly cycle just stopped coming, and I thought I should tell you now, before you feel like you’re stuck with me.” She finished.

He frowned. “Leah, I’m never going to feel like I’m stuck with you. I’ve spent the last year of my life depressed, thinking I would never be happy again, and then you come along and take my breath away.” He took her head in his hands, staring deeply into her eyes, trying to make his words sink in. “I love you, Leah, and nothing, absolutely nothing is going to keep me from wanting to be with you.” He said, resting their foreheads together.

Leah sniffled, a single tear leaving a wet trail down her face. “I love you too.” She said, resting her head back down to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

His head fell back to his headboard, letting out a big yawn. She looked to his face, the corners of her mouth tugging up. “Tired?” She asked. He groaned in reply, running his hand down his face. Despite the nap they had taken earlier, he was exhausted and should probably go to sleep, considering he had work early in the morning.

“Give me ten more minutes. I want to keep talking to you.” He said, trying to convince the woman.

A sigh left Leah’s lips. “Fine.” She agreed, not needing much convincing.

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May 27th, 2006

The next week or so had flown by, the pair finding less and less time to spend with each other. Patrol had been cracking down, the spottings of the red headed vampire growing more frequent by the day. It was like she was taunting them, running just out of reach.

At any rate, tonight would be the first night in days that Leah would be able to spend the night. She had the weekend off of patrol, Sam having given the shifts to the high schoolers in the pack, seeing as they had school on any other night. Charlie had already left for the day, having to work overtime as of late, dealing with an abnormal number of missing persons cases.

He had been sitting on the couch, waiting for Leah to arrive when, Bella came thudding down the stairs, a small suitcase dragging behind her. Her and Edward were taking a weekend trip to see their mother, wanting to visit before graduation. As much as the two seeing each other made him uncomfortable, he was happy to have the house to himself finally.

The two siblings hadn’t spoken much since the younger’s impromptu trip to Italy, but Conner had made sure to keep an eye on her, trying to assure that she was as safe as possible given the circumstance. He rushed to her side, seeing her foot catch on one of the wheels of her suitcase. Catching her in his arms, he sat her down gently on the floor. “Thanks.” She muttered in response.

Conner stood there awkwardly, his train of thought being broken from a soft nock on the front door. He rushed over, pulling the door open to reveal, to his dismay, Edward. He let his shoulders drop, a frown spreading across his face. Edward laughed lightly at the man. “Disappointed?” He asked.

Conner returned to the couch, groaning as he plopped down on the warn cushion. “We should probably leave soon, if we’re going to make our flight.” Edward spoke.

Bella nodded in reply, turning to her brother. “Bye, Conner.” She said, sending him a small smile.

He turned to her. “Enjoy your weekend.” He said pointedly.

Bella smirked. “Enjoy your weekend.” She said, earning a questioning look from the man. There was no way she knew right? She hadn’t exactly been around much since he had started seeing Leah. He opened his mouth to ask how she knew when she continued. “Edward can… read minds.” She said bluntly, still smirking at the man.

His stomach dropped, his eyes flickering to the boy and then back to his sister. “Y-you’ve gotta be kidding me, right?” He asked, receiving a slight nod from the immortal teen. “Well.. that’s… incredibly embarrassing.” He said uncomfortably. He shook the inevitable existential crisis from his mind. “Tell Mom I said hi.” He said.

The two teens left the house and Conner continued to wait. A nock on the door sounded through the silent house, making him jump up from his seat on the couch, running to answer it. There she stood, smiling up at him, overnight bag in hand. He took the bag from her, grabbing her hand and pulling her inside the home. Once the door was shut and locked, he pulled her to him by her waist, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, and planted his lips on hers. Warmth spread over his body as he relaxed in her hold.

He pulled away from the kiss, smiling ear to ear. “Hi.” He said.

She looked up to him smiling just as wide. “Hi.” She giggled, tousling his hair.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked.

She shook her head. “Already ate.” She stated. “But I am hungry.” She said smirking at him through her long lashes.

A groan left his lips at her words. The two hadn’t had any time alone in what felt like months and the sexual tension had been eating away at him for awhile now. He had been having to take cold showers for the past week after his times with her, her spontaneous sleepovers being especially torturous. He had expected to cook her breakfast, maybe watch a movie or two before bringing her up to his room, but she was clearly as worked up as he was and he wasn’t about to deny her of anything. “You’re killing me, Leah.” He said, throwing his head back.

She dropped her arms from his neck, grabbing his wrist and pulling him hurriedly up the stairs. Finally in the privacy of his room, she turned him around, pushing on his chest so that he fell backwards onto his mattress. He watched her, stunned as she crawled onto his lap, straddling his hips. She ground down on him, feeling his already hardening length. “I’ve been waiting all week for this.” She said lustfully.

Conner looked up at her, stunned silent. It was like she was a goddess, sent from heaven itself. He brought his hand up to her neck, pulling her face down to meet his in a heated kiss. Their lips moved together fiercely, as his hands trailed down to grip her hips tightly. He pulled her hips further towards him, guiding her down to his aching groin. The friction was overwhelming, causing a low moan to leave her mouth as she broke their kiss. She gripped the fabric under her fingertips. “Off.” She said, pulling up on his shirt.

He easily complied, slipping his shirt off in one swift movement. “Yes, Ma’am.” He said smiling up at her. Once he was rid of his shirt, the need to feel her skin on his grew more and more adamant by the moment.

He slid his hands up her torso, feeling the warmth of her skin as he guided her thin tank top gently over her head. He sat back, fully admiring his view. She like usual, hadn’t been wearing a bra, so there she sat, bare breasts fully on display in front of him. He groaned, his palms engulfing her chest as he squeezed them, tweaking her nipples between his two fingers. “You’re so fucking perfect, Leah.” He said, feeling as if this was all part of a dream.

Her hands trailed down his bare chest, leaving trails of goosebumps behind as she reached for the drawstring of his pants. She undid the tie swiftly, curling her fingers into his waistband. He clumsily unbuttoned the top of her shorts, both separating for a moment to rid themselves of the rest of their clothing.

She settled herself back down on his lap, slowly sliding her slick heat over the length of his throbbing cock. “Shit.” Conner said, gasping for air. She rose on her knees, positioning him at her entrance, slowly sinking down onto him.

The stretch she felt had her gasping for air, needing to give herself a moment to adjust to his size before she started moving. “You’re so damn tight.” Conner said, a strangled sounding moan leaving his lips. He needed to get a grip on himself soon, or the tightness of her surrounding him would have him tumbling off of the edge at an embarrassing rate.

“It’s been a really long time.” Leah said, her mouth falling open in small pants. After adjusting to his size, she slowly began to move her hips, lifting gradually and dropping back down. His fingers dug into her ass, helping guide her up and down his length. Her nails scraped down his chest, leaving faint pink lines behind. She began to pick up speed, the sound of skin slapping together filling the small room.

Conner pulled her down against his chest, needing to feel her lips on his. Their kisses where sloppy, too far gone to bother controlling themselves. He brought his hands down her body, gripping her hips with a bruising force as he began to thrust up into her. The new angle had her a moaning mess above him, the tip of his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of her repeatedly.

He could feel her beginning to clench around him, pleasure overwhelming her body. He flipped the two of them around until she was left writhing beneath him, and he was above her, arms on either side of her head. His hips snapped back to hers, somehow even deeper than before with the new position. He reached his hand down, his thumb meeting her clit, and began to rub circles on the bundle of nerves. He leaned his face down to her neck, kissing, nipping, full on biting anywhere he could get his mouth on.

“Conner, I-I’m going to-“ She cut off with a whimper. Eyes clenching shut tightly. She gripped the hair on his head, pulling lightly, earning a low moan in response.

Conner nipped at her earlobe. “I know baby, I’m close too. Let go for me.” He whispered, sending her over the edge. Her walls fluttered around him, pure ecstasy washing over her body. His hips stuttered, cock twitching inside of her as the feeling of her clenching and unclenching around him triggered the most intense orgasm he had ever felt.

He stayed buried inside of her, pulsing as he tried to catch his breath. After giving himself a moment to calm down, he pulled out, plopping himself next to her as his chest rose up and down. She rolled over into his waiting arms, planting a long hard kiss to his lips. She pulled away, looking into his bright blue eyes as she brushed a strand of hair from his sweaty forehead. They laid like that for awhile, wrapped in each others arms, soaking in the love that surrounded them.

At some point they had fallen asleep, for when they awoke, the sun was starting to set. He looked over to her as she stretched her arms above her head, a yawn falling from her lips. “I’m sorry we missed lunch.” He apologized.

Leah waved her hand at him dismissively. “It’s okay, I’d much rather have spent that time with you in your arms.” She admitted sheepishly.

Conner smiled over to her, thumb stroking her cheek tenderly as he stared deep into her eyes. His heart felt so full in this moment, love for her overflowing. “Come on, we should probably shower before Charlie gets home.” He said, reluctantly leaving her embrace. He stood, pulling on his pair of boxers that were laying on the floor and picked up his t-shirt that he had been wearing earlier that day, offering it to Leah. She pulled the fabric over her head, letting it fall just below the curve of her ass.

They made their way to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind them. Conner lifted her by the waist onto the counter next to the sink, as he pulled back the shower curtain to turn on the water. He stepped back between her legs, allowing the shower time to heat up. His fingers ran over her thighs, pinching the thin fabric of his shirt. “I like you in my clothes.” He said, gripping the bottom edge of it and lifting it off of her body. “But I must admit, I prefer you with nothing on.” He said, smirking at the blush forming on her cheeks.

She turned her head shyly. “You’re such a flirt.” She said.

He gently cupped her chin, tilting her face to meet his. “Only for you.” He said, planting his lips back on hers, before wrapping her legs around his waist and hoisting her into the shower.

The steady stream of water rolled down his back as he pushed her onto the cold tiling of the wall, causing shivers to run down her spine. Without much thought he was inside of her again, hips grinding slowly against hers. She whimpered into his mouth, still oversensitive from earlier that day. This time was different than their first. Slower. More passionate. They had been so worked up before, having waited weeks to touch each other again, but now that they had worked that out of their system, they could take their time.

Her head was thrown back against the tile, his tip rubbing endlessly on the sensitive spot deep inside of her. She clawed at his back, trying to find purchase. He gasped into her neck, feeling her tighten around him. The warmth of her body so close to his, the comfort of her arms wrapped around him, everything was almost too much. Almost too pleasurable, sending tingles all over his body. “God, I just can’t get enough of you.” He said, words muffled by the curtain of her wet hair.

She clenched her thighs tighter around his hips. Her head was spinning, feeling the impending orgasm approaching quickly. Suddenly, that coil snapped in her stomach, sending her barreling over the edge, causing her vision to grow spots.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head, back going rigid underneath her fingers as the muscles in his abdomen tensed. He thrust his hips once, twice, three times more into her before he stilled, spilling into her once again.

This would never get old. There was absolutely no way. She had just given him the best sex of his life not once, but twice in the same day. She had to be an angel. It was the only logical explanation. He was fairly certain before, but now he was fully convinced that God or whatever higher power existed had made her especially for him.

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