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admirationandromantics · 11 days ago

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Guilt and Grudges, 6: Vengeance

Gosh, I'm so tired right now. Been at the gym, been studying, spending time with my friends and GOSH! I've had a productive day to say the least. The last one was the halfway point, so I forgot to mention that. Anyways, enjoy this little one for tonight.

We continue down the end of the hall, seeing an open door down to the cellar. He walks first, lighting up the steps as we go down to the basement. The wood stops here, replaced with concrete walls and flooring. It looks old, dusty. Except for the small sounds of our footsteps and the pipes, it’s quiet. Too quiet, and I hate it. Though it’s much easier to keep my composure now than it was half an hour ago.

The way leads to an open room. I keep close to Chris, moving with him further into it. Suddenly, a closet in the corner of the room bursts open, and for a second, I’m terrified that the maniac is hiding there.

“Woah, woah, woah! You’ve got to be kidding me!” Chris yells, hands automatically going up to protect his head. A box filled with papers falls out, and just as I’m about to calm down, I hear the creaking of something behind me, making me turn quickly, shining the light. I yelp, being met with a small moving rocking horse.

“That scared me” I admit, hand on my heart, feeling it throbbing fast. There are no windows here, no wind. How did it do that?

“How did everything get like this here? It certainly didn’t feel like this last year” I state, turning to look at Chris.

“Doors slamming, candles lighting, random freaky things happening…” I continue, and he interrupts me.

“We both know why, it’s this maniac of a guy trying to mess with us. We both saw what happened with Josh in the shed” he says, voice gradually getting louder and more frustrated. I shut my mouth when hearing that, reminded of the grotesque scene. My hand moves to his side, trying to bring him some sort of comfort. But before he can react to it, his brows furrow, looking behind me at something.

“What is that?” He points, and I turn, seeing a yellow dollhouse. I walk over to it, while he stands still, keeping aware of our surroundings. I shine the light on it, noticing that the windows are open, making it so that we can see inside.

“Chris, look here, you can see in the windows” I urge, waving my hand for him to come over. He looks around one last time before coming up beside me, watching as I shine the light inside.

“What, tiny furniture?” he asks, leaning down. The sigh before me makes my chest hurt, that knowing tension finding its way back.

“N-no, it’s a whole scene played out with dolls” I explain, trying to get the whole picture, but it’s hard to shine the light into such a small space while being close enough to see inside. He leans over me, hand going to the top window, tilting it to reveal a keyhole.

“Huh, guess you need a key if you want to play around in there”

We both turn around, and he goes on his phone, typing something. I start looking around, don’t know what for. I don’t really want to open the dollhouse, I just want to find Sam and get out of here. Slow movement behind Chris catches my eyes, and I look up to see the ghost again, this time more clearly. She’s tall, long dark hair, eerie like Hannah or Beth. My breath hitches, body tensing up as I point.

“Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris!”

“What?” he turns to where I pointed, the ghost now having moved out of our field of vision.

“The ghost! Didn’t you see it?”

“No…”

I sigh, heart beating rapidly again. This place was going to give me a heart attack.

“You were looking at your phone! What were you even doing? Tweeting #There’sAFreakingGhostAfterUs?”

“Calm down, there’s no ghost after us” he tries, arms going on my arms to calm me down, but this time, I won’t let him convince me otherwise.

“No, Chris, I’m serious. I saw it this time, and it looked like Hannah, long hair, see-through shape, this is insane!”

“You’re freaked out because of what happened with Josh-”

“I’m serious, I know what I saw!” I counter, wanting him to believe me. I can sense his patience is nearing its end, the night being awful already. He’s clearly frustrated.

“What?! You think they followed us down here from the seance or something?!”

“I don’t know, maybe!” I answer quickly, not being able to think as clear as before.

“They didn’t! Because ghosts don’t exist!” He yells, hands gripping his head in frustration. I hate how he yells at me, how he doesn’t believe me. I know it’s out there, and I know it’s crazy, but I need him to believe me. I shake my head, looking away, though not in the hall I saw the ghost. I don’t want to accidentally see it again.

“Who was talking to us at the seance Chris?” I ask, voice a little lower than before. He turns, pacing where he stands as he sighs, matching my energy and calming down.

“I don’t know”

A creak interrupts us, and we both automatically look to the hall. A picture, previously on the wall, slams down on the concrete. We both shriek, taking a step back instinctively.

“What did that?” I whisper, not able to take my eyes off the picture frame laying on the ground.

“How did it just jump off like that?” Chris asks, and I shake my head in disbelief. His answer is as good as mine. He starts walking towards the scene, and I keep close, not wanting to be alone. As we get to the picture, he leans down, lifting it. It’s a normal picture with Blackwood Mountain written in the bottom right corner. I look up at where it stood, seeing a key hang from the nail. It hits me. The dollhouse. I walk up to the key, taking it in my hands.

“Huh, here we go” I comment, looking back at Chris, who stands up. I look back to where the dollhouse is, and my blood runs cold as I see the familiar figure. This time, I grab his arm, turning him and pointing.

“Oh my god, there! Look there, you can’t tell me you didn’t see that Chris!” I yell, watching as the figure slowly walks out of our field of vision, disappearing behind a wall. I feel him tense underneath my fingers, his breath hitched slightly.

“Wow, that’s um…”

“You saw it, right?” I ask, almost desperate to make him believe me now.

“I… dunno, I just…”

I start walking over there, body acting before my head.

“This is fucking crazy” he comments, following me quickly.

“I think it’s showing us the way, this key is for the dollhouse” I say, jogging up to the dollhouse and flipping the top window to see the keyhole. I feel like all common sense has left my body, head muddy and exhausted. I’m curious and tired, a combo I’m not a fan of at all. I insert the key and twist, making the house open up. My body freezes as I see the scene before me, several dolls placed in oddly familiar positions.

“Woah, woah, woah. What’s going on here?” Chris asks, obviously frightened. A group of dolls is in the lower living room, all sitting around one with long brown hair. The floor above is filled with the rest, one laying on the couch, seemingly passed out, and two in the other room, sitting on top of each other. I assume that one of them is supposed to be me.

“This is the day of their disappearance, this is how the prank happened” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off it.

“Sam said that Matt and Ashley hid in the closet, and that’s exactly where they’re placed here” I add, pointing to them. Was this supposed to be seen by us? None of us had a part in the prank, but if someone else was supposed to be down here, it might make more sense. “This was set up by someone, someone who was there” Chris says, getting closer.

“Or someone watching us…” I whisper, a chill running down my spine.

“Maybe it’s a warning. I think someone put this here to mess with us” he says, nodding his head as if convincing himself. A thought hits me, and it doesn’t make me feel better.

“How long do you think that maniac has been on the mountain?”

He looks at me, eyes widened slightly, not having thought of that before. I shake my head, biting my lips and taking a breath, doing my best to calm myself.

“But, the ghost?” He adds, and I’m reminded of the terribly confusing and scary situation we’re in.

“Do you think it tried to tell us that the maniac killed Hannah and Beth?” I ask, breathing heavy.

“I think it’s this bastard who’s trying to fuck with our heads”

“You just asked about the ghost!”

“Well, I..” He pauses, looking down. “I don’t really have an answer for that”.

“But why would he set this all up?” I ask, already fearing the answer.

“Because he’s coming after the rest of us too”

The head of one of the dolls twitches, and I shy away, hand going over my mouth to stop a shriek. The other goes to Chris, grabbing his bicep. The roof of the house opens abruptly, and both of his arms go to my waist, dragging me away from it, in case something is about to pop up. When nothing happens for a couple of seconds, I take a step forward. I can feel his fingers tighten around me, fearful that something will happen. Standing on my toes, I see a small, pink book laying in the small room under the roof. I grab it, seeing that it’s a diary. The edges are adorned with Hannah’s name, and the year reads 2013/14.

“It’s Hannah’s diary” I say, turning my head to him, his body close, protective. He looks over my shoulder, watching as I open it.

“O.M.G. Mike confirmed!!!

He phoned Josh this afternoon”

“Woohoo! PARTY TIME tomorrow!

Everyone being here together on the mountain is gonna be SO AWESOME!

Cozy fires, hot tubs, and OMG. Mike!

I am so psyched to spend some time with him. Totally got to stop obsessing but I can’t help it… and I don’t want to.”

“I can’t read this, it’s so sad Chris” I whisper, lowering the book. The page is scribbled with doodles of her tattoo, different types of butterflies. Chris’s hand gives me an encouraging squeeze, urging me to keep going. This has piqued his interest too much. I turn the next page, noticing that there’s a lot more text to it. I read it over. This was right after she got the note, only minutes from her disappearance. I take a step back, as if the book is going to eat me alive. Chris is still holding me, taking a little more time to read over the last lines, his front pressed against my back, stopping me from wanting to get away from it. As I hear him sigh, I close the book, figuring that he’s done reading. I place it back where it was, both of us silent, unsure of what to say about this. It’s so sad, and she was so obsessive. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who’s that into a taken man. A creaking sound interrupts our thoughts, and we both turn back to the hall where the picture fell, the sound coming from there.

“What was that?” I whisper, looking up at him. He keeps staring into the hall, waiting for something to come out.

“It came from down there” he answers, voice weak but determined. He lets go of me, starting to move toward it. I take one last look at the dollhouse, memoring the scene, analyzing the placements. This made so little sense, everything so far has. Ashley’s doll catches my eye, her bent down in the closet, Matt beside her. Maybe she was meant to see this? I hope she’s safe. I hope the maniac hasn’t found her, that she’s locked into her room.

We walk to the end of the hall, Chris taking the lead as I follow yet again. I’m not trembling as bad as I used to, but it’s nearly there. The anticipation, the scares, the confusion. Everything mixed with exhaustion and dehydration goes a long way. On our right, the creaking door is barely open. As Chris hesitates, I take the lead, opening it slowly. The old wood makes loud noises, the sounds echoing through the walls of the basement.

He walks in front of me, peeking his head inside just to check. After a couple of seconds he takes a step. I stand outside the door, trying to capture as much as possible without going inside. Out of the blue, the ghost comes up in our faces, screaming. I cry out, taking a step back right before the door shuts close, leaving Chris alone on the other side.

“Chris! Chris!” I yell, immediately going for the knob, trying to open it. No way are we gonna get stuck on each end of this barrier. A small click hears on the other side, and he opens the door calmly, as if the sight before us didn’t even happen. I breathe out, walking up to him just so we’re on the same side.

“Nothing” he explains, looking around the room.

“But you did see it, right?” I ask, voice lowered as my heart rate slows.

“I saw… something”

I sigh, releasing that there might be nothing that’ll make him admit to what we just saw. He continues pacing around the room, seeing if the thing is anywhere.

“But where did it go then?”

I look around, not able to answer. It’s gone again. It appeared, like it had done several times, and disappeared without a trace. I don’t understand how any of this works. I try to keep my head cool, to come up with a simple explanation, but one doesn’t arrive, and it bothers me down to my core. Why can’t I think rationally? Ghosts don't exist… right?

As I walk around, I notice a blue book on the workbench, but it’s not as dusty as everything else.

“Hey, look at this” I say, not bothering to turn over my shoulder before taking it in my hands.

“A catalogue… for industrial light bulbs?”

“It’s so random” I state, opening it. “And it isn’t as dusty as everything else, so that means someone has been down here, reading this”. I flip through a couple of pages, eventually stopping when I see a circled item.

“Original lamp for RB type projectors?” I mutter, showing the page to him. He reads over the description.

“That’s a powerful bulb” he comments, eyes looking over the text. I nod, closing the book and placing it back on the workbench. Why would someone need that? I turn to Chris, who’s already begun walking further in. I jog over, turning the corner to see him going.

“Chris, wait up” I say, getting up beside him. He turns, a little surprised to see how far he went.

“Shit sorry. My curiosity got the better of me” he admits, a small smile on his lips. I look up at him, taking in the familiar face. He’s got a big, red bruise on his head, going all the way down to the side of his eye. I give him a comforting smile before taking his hand and leading him further in.

“Hey” he starts, fingers still intertwined. “I’m sorry I didn’t believe you about that ghost thing. I know, we both saw it. I just… you know that it doesn’t exist, right? It can’t”

I sigh, stopping to look up at him, my hand going out of his, and instead up to his face, cupping his cheek.

“I know, I’m just freaked out, we both are. I want to get out of here as quick as possible”

He nods, his free hand on my waist as he pulls me in. I let him, getting closer, feeling his breath on my chin when the structure shakes a bit, a low rumbling heard. We stop in our tracks, looking around for anything moving or irregular, but there’s nothing.

“Let’s keep going” he smiles, giving me a small kiss on my forehead. I can’t help the genuine lip bite that occurs when I try to hide my smile. My brain momentarily forgets everything, and I just think about his affection.

We keep going, The halls and room eventually leading to a new one. I sigh complainingly, seeing the small set of stairs going deeper into the structure. I don’t know how far down we are right now, but I do know there’s a long way up again.

“There’s a whole nother room through here” he comments, standing on the top of the stairs, shining the flashlight into it. “It mammoth”

“Chris, I don’t know if I want to keep going” I admit, looking into the room. He keeps walking, and I hold his pace, walking behind him through the small hall. I look around, the walls draped with ripped up wallpaper. It’s dusty, old, and worn down. Planks are laid everywhere, the floor barely staying up.

“Where in the world are we even now? How deep?” I ask, shining the light up to see an old lamp covered in cobweb. The wiring looks damaged and unsafe.

“I don’t know, this is insane”

“Did you know this was here?” I question, still looking around. There are broken frames and mirrors on the walls. This could not only be done with time, but had to have other factors as well.

“This? This is like a whole nother hotel, I had no idea this was here”

We get to a room, seeing that the hall continues to the left. Before I turn, I notice an iron fence or gate. The metalwork is beautiful, curling in all the right places, making it seem much more fit for a garden. I take a step towards it, trying to see where it leads. Sadly, it seems to only go down, which means this must’ve been an elevator or shaft of some kind. The thing is, it doesn’t look as unused as everything else. The dust pattern is smudged and just plain different from the rest. Chris’s footsteps growing lower pulls me out, reminding me of where I am, and the fact that I will not dare to be alone. I take the previous left turn, meeting him in the narrow hallway. The walls are torn, and I keep imagining things jumping out of the holes, coming right at us.

In all the dark, dusty grey, something colourful catches my eye. At the end of the hall, at another turn, a small, purple thing is thrown on the floor. I walk over, bending down to pick it up. I feel my blood run cold, nausea taking over as I understand what I’m holding.

“Oh no…”

“What is it?” Chris turns, walking over to me as I stand up, showing it to him.

“It’s Sam’s bracelet, the one she got from Josh. She never takes this off” I whisper, studying the intricate design. The thought of her, down here, alone and scared kills me. I don’t want to think the worst, but considering the situation, I can’t help it.

We continue, walking past another room which looks more like an old kitchen. Black and white chequered flooring, a pillar in the middle, with a bunch of trash and planks everywhere. In front of us is another set of stairs, but this time, I don’t budge. I won’t do it.

“N-no, Chris”

“What?”

“I won’t do it. I want to find Sam, I really do, but for all we know, she’s already dead. The maniac could be waiting for us down there and I just…” My voice breaks, and I take a step back from the stairs. He comes forward, hands on both sides of me.

“I want to, I do, but she could already be…” A tear runs down my chin, coating the dried dirt.

“Hey, hey, hey” he comforts, rubbing my arms. I shake my head, unable to look up at him. I wanted this, to find her. I care so much for her, she’s my whole world, but I physically can’t go, my body won’t let me. I’ve always been the one who did the hard labour, but this… My body feels like it’s been breaking apart little by little the whole night, and now, I can’t anymore.

“Listen to me, will you?” Chris asks, tilting his head to make me see him. I look up, unaware that he’s been trying to get my attention.

“I said, you’re always the one doing the emotional labour. I know you have an obligation to her, that this is tearing you apart, believe me, I’m feeling the same. But you know we have to do this…”

“Chris, I can’t”

“Yes you can. I’ll be here, holding your hand, having your back. As long as you’ve got mine?” He moves closer, fronts pressed against each other, his eyes comforting and pleading at the same time. He’s tired, exhausted, just like me. At this moment, we’re both at our edge, our end.

“I…”

“I know you’re strong, and I’ll do my best to hold you up, okay? We’ll hold each other?”

I take a breath, exhaling long and shivering.

“Okay, I’ve got you” I whisper, and he smiles.

“And I’ve got you”

A warm feeling spreads in my chest, moving through my body and up to my cheeks. I smile back at him, body involuntary still shaking, but now, more determined. He’s right, I know he’s right. We have to find Sam, and I want to, I need to. But at the same time, it feels like my body is going to give out. As long as we have each other, I tell myself, and it gives me a small comfort, but of course, as I look to the stairs again, the pain and agony slowly takes over again.

We walk down the stairs, which I dread even more with each step I take, feeling myself getting tangled in the systems down here. We continue into another hall, and just when I think we’ve reached the end, another set of stairs show. I hear Chris groaning beside me, and we conquer these ones as well, none of us clearly not wanting to keep going. It seems like a tunnel of labyrinths, a couple of turns here, a small room there. And everything is covered in dust and dirt. The walls are ripped apart, floor worn down, and the few pieces of furniture we’ve seen have been covered with a white sheet, or clawed open.

We take a turn into a hall. I almost get dizzy from all the turns we have to take, getting deeper and deeper into the cellar hotel labyrinth. A small spark sounds behind me, and I turn, shining the light on the floor. There, a bunch of electronics are laid.

“Chris?” I ask, getting his attention as I walk over to the electronics. They have wires, boxes, and it all seems connected. Connected and working. Someone has been down here, or is down here, using this. For what, I don’t know.

“Looks like batteries and… timers?” Chris says, bending down to inspect them. The wiring doesn’t seem safe, so he keeps his hands to himself. If he were to reach out, I would’ve grabbed him either way.

“Timers?”

“Yeah, timers. The wires go up in the wall, I wonder what they’re connected to” he continues, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“I feel like we’re missing something, we’ve been going at it for a while now, and I just need an extra thing to make it all make sense” I explain, getting frustrated. Why can’t I figure this out, I bet I could if my mind wasn’t as fried as it has gotten tonight.

“Let’s keep going” he says, voice low. It’s not a question, and he doesn’t expect an answer as he stands up and walks deeper. We reach the end of the hall, coming to a more open room. I feel the blood leave my face as the upper part of a mannequin is strapped to a table. What the fuck?

I hurry after Chris, not even able to process it. Inside the next room, there’s a big sink with a bunch of bloody hooks hanging over it. As soon as I walk inside, the door behind me slams shut. Shit. He must know we’re here, he must. Unless it’s like a safety measure, an automatic lock? Chris almost seems to have gotten used to the continuous jumpscares, as his body jolts only a bit before calming again. I don’t want to keep going, and I don’t want to inspect the room, but my curiosity gets the better of me. The room is filled with garbage and broken furniture. There’s also another mannequin here, and the floor has changed from stone to small orange tiles. They still look worn and several broken, so at least they’re not new. But what catches my eye, is what’s in the corner of the room, a tree plate with a bunch of pictures fastened on it. They’re all of us.

“Chris. You have to see this” I whisper, not able to take my eyes off it. When were these pictures taken? They all look like they were captured when we weren’t watching.

“What is this, some type of hitlist?” Chris asks, and I shake my head, unable to comprehend it. It must be, he’s right.

I still don’t want to, and my mind is begging me to stop, but I keep going. I force myself forward with each step I take, determined to keep going and find Sam. As we wander, we have to make several choices. This is a labyrinth of halls and rooms, and the last thing I want is for us to get lost. We arrive at a big steel door. It looks heavy, and when we shine our lights on it, we notice the red substance, some of it still dripping.

“Fuck, is that…?” I start, but cannot finish. We’re both thinking the same thing.

“Might be Sam’s”

I shake my head again, like I’m trying to convince myself that this isn’t real, that this cannot be happening. Chris walks up to the door, grabbing it with his hands as he starts to pull. He’s strong, I know he is, so if he can’t get this door open, then no one can.

“Right, let me see if I can get this…” He groans, pulling with all his might, making it open slowly.

“G-got it, but this thing is heavy” he stammers, standing between the door and frame, trying to hold it open for me.

“Be careful” I comment, hands going out, but I know that I can’t disturb him as he does his best to make the gap bigger.

“You’ve got to come through, I can’t hold it for long”

Right before I’m about to walk in with him, I catch a movement in the corner of my right eye. I shine the light there, trying to catch what it was.

“Wait Chris, I think I just saw Sam over there” I say, squinting my eyes to try to see the movement again. It could also be an animal, but how would something that big survive down here?

“Are you sure?” he asks with a strained voice, clearly struggling. I feel bad, but if this is Sam, we should go get her at once.

“I don’t know, but I think we should check it out”

“Ugh, well, I’m pretty sure the person bleeding came through here, okay? So we’ve gotta keep moving. Like, now!” he says, using all his last strength to keep it open. I sigh, rushing to him and getting into the room right before the door gives in, trapping us both inside. At least until he gets his strength back.

“Thank god, I thought that thing was gonna crush me” he pants, hands on his knees as he tries to steady his breathing.

“Oh my god” I whisper, looking at him.

“What?”

“What if I didn’t see Sam, what if I saw the maniac?” I ask, realising how loud the slam of the door was. His eyes widen slightly while he shakes his head.

“I…” he starts, but doesn't finish, realising the gravity of my words. I breathe out, looking in the freezing cold room we’re in. It doesn’t matter, the door is so heavy and hard that the man would probably struggle to get it open, and if he did, we would hear him.

“Why is it so cold in here?” I ask, arms going around myself. It took some time, but now I’m starting to feel it, and it gets worse and worse with each second that passes.

“Why are there dummies here as well?” Chris comments, nodding over to another mannequin.

“Come on, let’s go, maybe it's warmer further in, and if not, maybe in another room”

We start walking, and I immediately take notice of the machine in the corner, wires everywhere, and cool air oozing out of it. As we walk, I start talking again.

“We’re so deep, why would he want to make this place so…” but I’m interrupted by the sight in front of us. A bunch of slaughtered pigs, hanging from hooks in the ceiling. The smell is fresh, probably thanks to the cool.

“What’s going through this guy’s head?” Chris asks, inspecting the animals.

“Are these for eating?” I come closer, but the smell of raw flesh and death fills my nostrils, making me take a step back again.

“I don’t know. Most of them are gutted, but he doesn’t seem to be using the flesh.

“So what is he using? Blood, intestines?”

“Your answer is as good as mine”

“Can we go, please” I urge, already making my way through the room, one hand over my nose. My other is around me, trying to warm myself up, still while holding the light. There’s a double door at the end of the room, and I make my way there, hearing Chris’s footsteps behind me. I open it, face being hit with warmer air. Suddenly, a familiar voice echoes.

“Please, no!”

I stop, heart beating rapidly. That’s Sam’s voice, loud and pleading, like she’s begging for her life. I turn, looking up at Chris to see his expression, just to check that he heard the same thing I did. He’s shocked, shocked and frightened. I take a breath, starting to walk faster.

“Sam!?”

A green, worn down door seems to lead to another room, and I open it. On the middle of the floor, there’s a chair with someone in it. Sam’s familiar black leather jacket is on her, body hanging lifelessly.

“Sam?” Chris asks, but I don’t hear him, too busy walking forward to her.

“No, no, no” I mutter to myself, seeing something on her head. I turn the chair, being met with a disturbing clown mask, my heart almost killing me.

“Fuck!”

“It’s a dummy”

“Yeah, I can fucking see that, Chris!” I blurt out, hand to my heart. This was it, I thought we found her, but apparently not. My heart sinks as I slowly wear down, all my hope shattered. Did the maniac steal her clothes for this? Is that the reason there was only one sock left?

“The bathroom” I whisper, catching Chris’s attention.

“What?”

“In the bathroom, there was just a sock left. I imagined that she’d seen him and ran, but I found it difficult to believe she would just leave it be, at least not take it with her” I explain.

“You think she even got out of the bath before he took her?”

“I… She didn’t even get her clothes on”

“Shit…” He mutters, shaking his head, getting more stressed. I don’t want to think about the things this psycho might have done to her. I look back to the dummy.

“Why would he dress this thing up like Sam?” He asks, voice stressed.

“I don’t know!”

“Why would he take her clothes and put them on a dummy?” He asks again, making me feel even more agitated.

“I don’t know, Chris!” I explode before closing my eyes, spending some seconds taking a few breaths, trying to calm myself.

“Sorry, I’m freaking out, I shouldn’t shout, we don’t know where that man is, and we don’t know where Sam is. We should keep going” I say, voice calmer as I turn to him. I feel my blood run cold as I see him on the floor, knocked out.

“Chri- mmf!”

A mask is placed over my mouth and nose, making me inhale some type of gas. A pair of strong arms keep me captive, pressing me into the body of someone behind me. I try to struggle, to kick and scream, but it doesn’t help. The flashlight falls from my hands onto the ground, and I scramble, hands going to his arms, scratching and gripping to get him away. My head starts pounding, the world going blank as my eyes close. The last thing I hear is the sound of distorted laughter.

***

Chris’s faint voice wakes me, him yelling my name over and over. My head is pounding, and incredibly dizzy. My throat feels sore and itchy, probably because of the gas I inhaled. I groan, slowly trying to open my eyes. My hand goes to rub them, but I quickly figure out that my hands are bound to the chair I’m sitting in.

“What?”

“Can you hear me? Are you okay?” Chris asks, his voice so loud it echoes through my head. I give a small nod, humming as I adjust to the white lighting.

“Shit, I’m gonna murder his fucking face off” He comments, struggling with his restrains. I can finally see everything around me. We’re both tied down on each one’s chair, an old wooden table between us. I can already feel the blisters of my chair dig into me, poking and hurting. My whole body is numb and exhausted, lungs sore. We didn’t even find Sam, we went so far for no reason at all.

As he tries to get out of his bindings, I notice that one of his hands is free. My brows furrow, and gaze shifts to the only thing laying on the table. A gun. My blood drains from my face, the last emotions I have leaving me as I just stare at it, dumbfounded.

“W-what is this?”

“This is him” he responds, still trying to get out of his bounds, not realising what I have.

“No, Chris…”

“This is the guy who killed Josh!”

“Chris!”

“You murderous piece of shit! You fucking monster!” He starts shouting, completely enwrapped in his anger. I shake my head, just staring at the gun. I don’t want to die, and I don’t want him to die. Why is there a gun here? He wouldn’t have left it here for us if he was going to come into the room, which means, at least one of those bullets are meant for one of us.

“I don’t want to die” I manage to breathe out. He stops his struggling, looking over at me.

“No one is going to die”

I ignore his factless comfort, knowing he’s just saying that to make me feel better, but I already know how this’ll play out.

“We just got to actually know each other, I just got to tell you how I felt, and now…”

“What?”

“You know, about everything. We’ve been walking around the bush for an eternity, and the night we actually decide to do something about it is now? It’s all been for nothing, we’ve wasted everything!”

He shakes his head, his eyes calm in spite of our situation. He seems strangely content, his anger faded as quickly as it came. All I see is that adoring look, his demeanour and stance, how he uses his free hand as he talks.

“None of it was wasted”

“What do you mean?” I ask, hearing my voice breaking, tears finally beginning to fall. This is the end, this is how you talk when you know you’re going to die.

“Every second that I spent with you was the only thing I ever wanted to do with my time” he says, his voice sounding strained. He’s realising it as well, we’re tied up here, completely at this maniac’s mercy and he’ll toy with us until we’re both off this earth.

“Chris…”

“I should’ve told you how I felt earlier, I shouldn’t have waited”

“Don’t say that…”

“I swear, when we get out of this-” His sentence is interrupted by a familiar shrieking noise. We both look up, seeing several sawblades starting to rotate. They slowly move downward, one centimetre at a time. My breath catches in my throat as I start struggling against the binds, the rope scratching up my wrists.

“No, no, no, no!”

As we both scream and yell, the voice of the maniac psycho sounds on a couple of speakers. I can’t see where they’re placed, my heart beating too rapidly, eyesight blurry, and mind too scared and panicked. I keep struggling, hoping that I’ll be able to wiggle myself out of the bind.

“Hello there, my special little subjects”

“Shit! Don’t be scared” Chris yells, doing the same, trying to get out. He takes the gun, holding it ready in case the man decides to show himself.

“Oh, you should be scared, because here’s the twist: Chris has made one fatal choice already today, and now he must make another”

“No, no, no” I keep muttering to myself, unable to accept any of this. This must be a wild nightmare, or an insane hallucination. But the noise of the blades, the blisters digging into my skin, and Chris’s panicked expression is true, it’s all reality, this is happening.

“Chris, you can take that gun in front of you and shoot Ashley, or you can shoot yourself…” I can see his wheels start to turn, processing the information. His eyes widen, head rocking slowly from side to side. His lip is trembling, knuckles turning white from how hard he’s holding the gun.

“Whoever is left, can live. The choice is yours”

He immediately reaches up, pointing the gun to the blades. I hear two shots fired. I don’t know if he did that just to check if it was actually loaded, or to see if he could stop them. Either way, none of it works in our favour. The blades continue their spinning, sharp shrieking noises filling the room. I can’t help but cry, shaking my head as I look up at Chris, who looks more conflicted than ever.

In a fast movement, he points the gun to his neck, aiming at his breathing tube, eyes already closed to make it easier. This makes me jolt in my seat, tugging at my restraints as I scream his name.

“No, Chris! Don’t you dare, don’t!” I try to sound firm, but it comes out more broken and pleading than planned. At this point, I don’t care, he can’t do this, I won’t let him.

“Please, you’ve already done too much, you lost Josh, you’ve helped me, been there for me. Please, it shouldn’t be you!” I try to bargain, his eyes slowly opening. He looks at me, even more conflicted than before. It’s as if he’s trying to process my words, the weight behind them. I don’t know what I’m saying, and I don’t understand the consequences of them, but I just know that he will NOT be dying today. He will not be allowed to shoot himself.

“If I do one last thing in my life, let it be this!” I plead, tears running down my cheeks, arms still struggling against the digging rashy ropes. He looks at me, eyes locked, but the gun is still not moving. I continue whispering his name, saying “please” over and over again, hoping that he’ll put it away.

He gives me a small comforting smile, tears falling from his eyes as he slowly closes them. The realisation hits me just before it happens. I shout his name in vain, the sound drowned out by the gun firing straight into his neck. The room turns dark.

“Chris!”

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skywlker-sluvtt · 2 years ago

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Obviously I have a request now 🫶🏻, Can I have hurt/comfort prompts #4 & #59 with Anakin pleaseeeee, I need him to make me suffer and then fix me again ☝🏻😁

Once again congratulations angel mwah mwah 🫧

— fuckmyskywalker 🐚

HEY BABYGIRLLLLLL!!!! this one made me giggle and kick my feet with all the angst <3

500 followers celebration 500 masterlist

anakin x gn!reader sfw! (me writing something smutless 🤩) word count: 497 prompts: 4 “why should I listen to you?” + 59 “why do you care so much?”

You were sat in the med-bay angrily still slightly numb from the anesthetic. It didn’t take long before Anakin came storming through. “What were you thinking!?” He growled. “I was thinking about my duty” You replied dismissing his anger. “Your duty? Rex and I had to risk our lives to save yours! Stop being so selfish, you do this every mission” He snapped. “Selfish? I didn’t ask for help, you should’ve just left me” You replied. “You wanted us to just leave? My duty is to protect you. Stop only thinking about yourself” Anakin continued. “I’m not thinking about myself! The only reason we got out of that ship was because of me! You would’ve never been at risk if you had just left me” You argued.

Anakin sent you a stern look shaking his head in disbelief. “You don’t get it, do you?” He asked. “Why do you care so much? You’re a Jedi, I’m just a pathetic civilian to you!” You shouted. “You’re not just a civilian to me. How can you even think that?” He said reaching his hand to touch your arm. You flinched away from him the pain of the blaster wound in your shoulder sending a burning sensation through your side. “I care about you Y/N” He stated. “Why should I listen to you? Y-You’re just saying that to make me feel bad” You replied.

“Why would I bother lying to you? Why don’t you believe me I really, really care about you” Anakin said now sitting at the end of your cot. You rolled your eyes and fixed your bandage silently. “I-I’d almost say that I loved you” Anakin whispered placing his hand on your leg comfortingly. “You don’t mean that do you?” “Of course I do, I’ve felt that way about you since the day you joined my battalion” He smiled. “No one’s said that to me before” You whisper.

He leaned forward with a small smile and wrapped you in his arms carefully. Anakin’s warm embrace sent a fiery feeling up your spine. Your heart began to beat rapidly as you reached your uninjured arm to his back and swallowed hard. The warmth Anakin was emitting was something you hadn’t felt in a long time. He held you against him for a long time, resting your head against his shoulder you sucked in a shaky breath.

“I care about you too” You whispered. “Then you won’t risk your life like that again?” He questioned pulling back to gaze at you. “I won’t” You whispered. “Good” He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. You looked up at him with wide eyes and blushed before kissing his cheek in return. “Anakin will you stay here, just for a little while longer?” You asked softly. “Of course, beautiful”

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin angst #anakin x reader #anakin x you #star wars fic #anakin imagine #anakin fic #500 follower celebration

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myfriendtheghost · 2 years ago

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goodnight pretty boy

#fell asleep on my couch an hour ago #got scared away by my dog barking at my roommate #now my heart won’t stop beating really hard and rapidly and it’s making me feel nasty #because yk #my heart already beats rapidly a lot apparently #so I’m gonna take my beta blocker and try to go back to sleep now lol

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changlix-mp4 · 4 years ago

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skz reaction to you being needy

(with scenarios)

genre : suggestive ,, fluff uwu

warning : use of petnames , suggestive , slight dry humping, slight make out? , playful behaviour teasing , whiny reader, shy reader (depends in some)

❁ reactions with scenarios

❁ A/N : I feel like some are out of context , but I hope you’ll like it tho ,, please don’t mind the many mistakes :(

❁ Feedbacks are very welcomed ♡ let me know which one is your fav :)

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• Chan : I think my boy will find it a bit funny and cute at the same time,, at the way you’re whining and all. He’ll of course help you ;) (the loml) ♡

You were sat on the couch staring at your husband working. His beautiful fingers typing on the keyboard of his laptop rapidly. His bottom lip caughed between his teeth, his eyebrows furrowed, totally immersed into whatever he was doing. He was so handsome you couldn't resist him. When he tapped his finger on his kissable plump lips it was the last straw. You got up from your spot walking to him. He looked up smiling at you "hi baby" , you put your hands on his shoulders straddling him. Chan's hands instinctively came to your hips. You buried your head in the crook of his neck starting sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Chan groaned caressing your sides "what's up babygirl?" he chuckled when he felt your hands on his belt trying to unbuckle it quickly. "I need you" you whined. He cupped your cheek softly "Can I finish-" you pouted playing with the collar of his black shirt "please Chan" you whined again, fingers toying with the bottons already unbuttoning them " I really really need you" you bite your lip grinding on his crotch , looking at his veiny hands "right. now" imagining how they would look all over your bare skin . "pleaseee" you pleaded desperately as you gripped on his bicep. Chan looked at you quiet surprise at how needy you were. It was kind of funny how you acted but you were just so cute sitting on him, all whiny for him. He sighed before getting up with you in his arms "ok babygirl , you asked for it. Everything for my princess" he smirked before kissing you walking to your bedroom. This night was a busy one ;)

( I’m a sucker for husband Chan sorry )

• Lee Know : I think Minho will tease you asf. He will make you needier and beg for him , evil boy #1 ♡

You were in the kitchen trying to find something to eat until Minho entered the living room and sat on the couch. Just his presence can intimidated you. He does the bare minimum and can turn you on easily. Minho was bouncing his leg unconsciously as he was on the phone talking with Jisung. Your legs turned into jelly as you gripped on the kitchen counter to steady yourself. Boy just breathing and you're weak. His thighs were your weakness, they were so muscular , firm just .. wow. He suddenly looked at you smilling , you stopped breathing for a moment before smilling back. Lord why I am like this ? you thought. He kept on doing that for minutes and it drove you crazy . You moaned unintentionally as you thought of riding his thighs. " ok I'm done" you muttered to yourself desperately. You walked over to him sitting on one of his well-built thigh. He looked at you confused before smirking when he realized that you were horny. The pressure of his strong muscle against your throbbing clit made you whimper. Minho hung up and rested his body back on the couch "is my kitten horny?" he said teasingly. You nodded shyly looking away embarrassed. He laughed turning your flustered face to look at him. Glancing at your position on his thigh, he smirked "do I turn you on baby? Do my thighs make you horny?" he whispered playfully. No answer. Minho bounced his leg making you lose your balance and fell onto his chest. "tell me what you want? want to ride my thigh kitten?" he bite your earlobe. A weak "yes" left your throat as hummed, his hands behind his head. "beg for it" he said before bouncing his leg again. You moaned the pleasure and your needs getting unbearable. "p-please Minho". He smiled mischievously "c'mon baby, tell me. Tell me you want to ride my thigh . Say it hm . Beg for it" he purred looking down at your needy figure "please I need you.. I want t-to ride your thigh" he laughed flexing his muscle when you sobbed quietly. "I didn't hear you. Can you repeat my dear?" teasing dripping from his tongue.

• Changbin : He’ll get a bit needy and shy shy shy . Just by the way you whine , makes him whine too ( ugh binnie’s whines tho <3 ) ,, he won’t tease you at all ( uwu my baby ♡ )

You and Changbin were coming back home from a little walk at the park,, when you entered your living room you tripped over Changbin's bag that was on the floor. Changbin immediately ran to you, helping you standing up, one of your hand went to his shoulder the other one grabbed his bicep. The way it flexed under your palm when he helped you up made you froze on your spot . "y/n you're ok?" he asked caressing your hair. "baby are you ok?" he asked again cupping your cheeks. You squeezed his bicep eyes focused on the hard muscle "your.. you're .. I mean" you stammered. His arms were so big , so muscular.. you knew it already but you never really focused on them. You just wanted to touch them and grip on them like when you- "Binnie , I want you" you suddenly whined. Changbin released a breath he didn’t know he was holding "your- you look so good" you whispered shyly. His heart stopped, the compliment turning his cheeks red. How can something so "normal" affect you this way? Were you crazy? "babe" you whined pulling him by his shirt. Changbin whined as you played with the hem of it. "I need you" you pouted grabbing his hands putting them on your waist craving to feel his hands on your body " shit I need you too" he whined throwing his head back. "C'mere baby" he tapped your thigh signalling you to jump. You eyes didn't miss the way his shirt hugged his bicep tighter. Changbin whined again "stop looking at my arms" he hid his face into the crook of your neck leaving little pecks on the soft skin.

• Hyunjin : Like Minho , he will tease you. But not as much as him. I think he’d be surprised . He’ll smirk and chuckle at you , before giving you the attention you’re craving for ♡

Hyunjin ran his long fingers into his soft locks pushing them back , tying them. He bite his plump lip concentrated while doing so. He's so hot. Just by tying his long black hair. yes. His hair looked so beautiful , soft as silk.. you just wanted to play with them , caress them feeling the texture.. pull on them. You spaced out, many thoughts running through your mind.. your eyes started cascading to his beautiful lips imagining biting on them , then to his neck marked with hickeys , then his collarbones , eyes travelling down his muscular thighs.. he was just so perfect. Your mouth ajar, you could had swore you were drooling over him . Hyunjin snapped his fingers in front of your face pushing you out of your "interesting" thoughts "hey pretty one, did you hear me?" you shaked your head. "well I asked what ya’ want to watch?" how can someone be so pretty? His eyes , his nose , his cheek, his mole under his eye (...) "ok” He sighed "hello .. y/n. You spaced out again? What’s going on? What are you daydreaming about? Is something wrong? tell me baby" he said concerned. " I want you" you trailed off . "huh?" he asked taken aback not sure about what you say . "you heard me Hyunjin" you whined looking away. "say it again princess" he smilled teasingly "I want you" you breathed out. He chuckled " hm that's why you weren't listening to me huh . You were having weird thoughts about me" he smirked playfully "weird thoughts? what? shut up" you slapped his arm before pushing stands of hair out of his face. "Come here" Hyunjin pulled you closer by your waist as he bent down to kiss you slowly his hand cupping your cheek the other one resting on your thigh. Your hand flew to his silky hair, pulling at them slightly making him moan.

• Jisung : Boy will get a bit cheesy because he knows he is the reason why you’re needy? Will tease you a bit. He’ll be all over you the second after ♡

Han was talking with Chan and Changbin about the new song they were working on. He was sitting on the desk, one hand holding his ice americano the other one resting on his thigh. You couldn't looked away, he was just so cool today. His red beat headphone hanging around his neck, his red supreme headband, his not-so-oversized black hoodie, black ripped jean.. e-boy Jisung was your weakness ( everyone's weakness). “I think it can work" Chan announced as Changbin nodded. "Ok then, I’ll do that and we’ll see about it tomorrow" Jisung replied. Chan and Changbin waved at you before walking out the studio. Jisung stretched his arms , arching his sore back due to the way he stayed for minutes. Was he doing it on purpose you thought. Because damn the way he threw his head back made you gulped. He looked at you coming in your direction, crouching in front of you " I’ll have to stay a bit longer, if you wanna go home to-" — "no no , I’ll stay with you" you replied right away making him chuckle. “As you wish sweetheart" he kissed your lips softly making you whimper closing your eyes shut. That was so embarrassing , you just wanted to disappear engulfed into the couch as Jisung looked up at you his eyes wide open. "baby" he started resting his hands on your thighs . You bite your lips, breathing a bit heavily, just feeling his hands on your skin turned you on , how was this possible? He got the hint laughing at you "what’s so funny ugly frog?" you rolled your eyes. "are you.. horny?" his beautiful teeth making their appearance . "no! I’m not... you just look good today.. that’s all" you sighed looking at his fingers drawing little patterns on your thigh. You saying that boosted his ego “so .. I’m so hot it turns you on huh?" you glared at him . You stayed silent making him smirk knowing he was right "aw baby" he purred hand caressing your arm slowly. This bitch was teasing . " let your handsome and sexy boyfriend take care of you" he said before getting up taking your hands in the process to make you stand up too . He pushed you closer to him by your waist, kissing your cheek "are you always turn-on when I’m with you?" Jisung smirked his lips ghosting over yours "shut up idiot". He smiled kissing you passionately, his kisses travelling to your neck making you moan . “You must feel lucky to have such a good-looking boyfriend huh?" He muttered against your skin "oh fuck off" you pushed him away ready to leave, cheeks burning . "Don’t be like that, I’m kidding . Come here love" he hugged you, his hand finding its place on your lower back. "Let me make it up to you". Jisung whispered playing with the hem of your hoodie.

• Felix : Lixie , Sunshine , will somehow find you cute and will do anything to help you ( my cute baby <3 ) ,, He’ll give you so much love uwu ♡

Felix was baking, his delicious brownies smelling heavenly. He was so breathtaking as you admire him from your sit. A bit of chocolate on his cheek, flour on his chin .. he looked so hot yet adorable. You smiled like an idiot at your boyfriend. One of the spoon fell on the floor so you rushed to pick it up and put in the sink. "thanks baby" he said kissing your cheek. He blessed you with one of his precious smiles, eyes forming little crescents. His small hand went to grab a dishcloth, his fingers adorned with rings made you feel some type of ways. Your eyes stayed glued on them- "want to taste one?" he asked "t-taste what?" you gulped "one of the brownies?" He looked at your flustered face. "Of course!” you replied excited. Even if you were mesmerized by his fingers, his brownies were something you can’t get enough. You were practically drooling just by looking at them. Felix chuckled before grabbing one to feed you. You opened your mouth before biting on it, your lips grazing around his finger. Your cheeks started heating up "sooooo?" he asked excited. "de-li-cious!! Like always" you hummed. He smiled proudly "thank you baby”. He turned back to the brownies putting some in a box for Changbin. his hands.his fingers.his hands.his fingers.. Felix took one of the brownies to eat. When he turned to you again, you laughed "what?what is it?" he asked confused before laughing with you. "You've got chocolate on your nose and lips" you smiled before laughing again. First of all , how is it possible to eat brownies and get chocolate on your nose? anyway , he was so cute. He laughed before coming to you "clean it for me?" he said cutely resting his flour-covered-hands on your waist. You were about to grab a napkin to wipe the chocolate off his lips , when he bent down. Felix just wanted to be closer so you can wipe it easily but you got a different message . You stopped moving, not knowing what to do, his lips looked so kissable , soft and right now so sweet. And his pretty hands on your waist - lord he is your weakness. Without thinking , you attached your lips to his, surprising him, tasting the chocolate as you lightly suck on it. You moaned into the kiss. You pulled him closer trying to feel his body on yours, one hand cupping his cheek the other one fingers tangled in his hair. You were on fire, you just wanted him. Wanted to feel his lips, his touches all over your body, the cold rings on your skin making goosebumps raise on your skin.. that's what you wanted. You wanted all of him. Felix embraced you into his arms, arms hugging you tightly. You pulled away to catch your breath admiring his little freckles as he smiled at you. Your cheeks started heating up when you realized your bold action, but it wasn't your fault. He was just so tempting. " I want you" you whispered looking down embarrassed "you have me" he whispered back as he caress your hair gently. "like.. you know.." you trailed out "I know honey" he kissed your temple, you were too cute for him right now, his heart flustered "c'mere, let me love you" he sweetly said before hugging you, enveloping your lips into a loving kiss.

• Seungmin : He will make you wait for a long time . Acts like he’s not affected by you , evil boy #2 ♡

Seungmin was practicing his vocal, his singing was so good. Everytime he sings, it felt like you’re listening to an angel. He was so cute, his hair messy, casual clothes on .. he looked so fluffy you just wanted to hug him. You didn't know what happened but when you heard his deep voice.. you stopped breathing. What? Seungmin wanted to change a bit to see and try to sing in a deeper voice. You'd never heard that sound before but you wanted , needed to hear it again. You stared at him fascinated , you probably looked weird and dumb but yea. He furrowed his eyebrows reading the lyrics again and again. When he started singing again and his voice got deeper, your mouth fell open, throat getting dry.. that was so hot. You ears just had one of the best eargasm they ever had (lmao). You released the breath you were holding heavily , getting his attention "so? what do you think? It’s not deeper than Felix’s but i tried" he joked. "you sounded so fucking hot" you said out loud without thinking. Seungmin eyes widened, surprised by your bold comment. "I mean no- no yes hm I meant it was great .. yea it was great!" You tried not to be awkward but guess you failed . He laughed loudly when he looked at you embarrassed face. Why? So much hate tf . Well, hearing his deep voice sent butterflies into your lower stomach.. it affected you so much that just thinking about it made you whimpered. Thinking about hearing those sounds again when you guys are- *wink wink* . You stayed quiet for a moment feeling the wetness starting forming down there when he wrote some note on his sheets. Seungmin noticed the way you were rubbing your thighs and playing with your fingers. He just smirked “you good there baby?" He asked teasingly. You knew he was doing this on purpose. You got up to come sit next to him, hand resting on his thigh as you started leaving little kisses on his shoulder. Seungmin didn’t move, acting like you weren’t there. Even when you started stroking his thigh, he stayed still. “Minnie” you whined “ I need you please” he looked at you unbothered “I’m working sorry” — “but-are you serious?” You asked a bit annoyed when he smirked “no. Now let me work baby. Thank you” he said . Seungmin put a pillow over his lap and rest his sheet on it, hiding his hard-on. He decided to acted like he wasn’t affected by your needy state and make you more desperate.

• Jeongin : cute boy <3 . He’ll be soft for you. He’ll get needy too. Will take care of you ( my babyyy ) ♡

You were standing in front of your big closet, searching for one of your husband’s hoodie to sleep in (that's so fucking cute help). When you came out of the bathroom, you were meet with one of the prettiest view you ever seen. Jeongin was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his phone as he was waiting for you. The way he was sitting made your head spin : manspreading. (that’s so hot just imagine) . He was just so attractive right now you could just jump on him and devour his lips. When he finally looked at you, he smiled opening his arms for you to come hug him. so cute shit. You smiled back timidly walking to him. " aw you're so cute baby" he said cutely when he took in your appearance. His over-sized hoodie reaching the middle of you thigh. Jeongin pulled you closer to him to hug you tightly, resting his head on your tummy. The butterflies. The fucking butterflies. You felt this familiar feeling in your lower stomach making you weak and bite your lips. "so warm" he giggled. He looked up at your flustered face "what is baby?" — "nothing" you smiled lightly. "hm , so what about..cuddle?" he smiled widely. You chuckled before he pulled you on his lap, one hand on your waist , the other one placed on your thigh. You were sat right on his crotch and you would have lied if you said you weren't turned on. You shifted a bit on his lap trying to get comfortable and try to ignore the little "spark" between your legs . But he made it difficult by the way his fingertips caressed their way up and down your thigh. A gentle , innocent affectionate gesture that made you weak to the point you let a soft moan past by your lips. His touches so soft and so pleasing.. so good. Jeongin looked at you in your eyes , mouth ajar as his cheeks turned a light pink. "I'm.. I'm sorry-" you started before he hushed you caressing your sides. "you're so cute" he smiled lovingly, cupping your cheek before attaching his lips with yours. He kissed you gently, forgetting about your surrounding. You started grinding on him slowly unconsciously , the moment exciting you a bit. Jeongin moaned into the kiss pulling away to breath. "baby" he whispered "look at what you did" his gaze on his bulge as he gripped your hips grinding them foward again, pushing you harder on him. " 'feels so good" he bite his lips , eyes still focused on your crotches. You threw your head back moaning his name, your fingers pulling harder on his locks. "let me take care of you my love" he sucked softly on your neck before laying you on your back gently, hovering you his beautiful hands already playing with the hem of you hoodie, rising it a bit to reveal your cute panties "so pretty" he whispered holding one of your thigh before his lips travelled to your throat leaving little marks there...

(husband jeongin is such a concept. bye)

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a/n : it was fun writing those :) ,, I'm considering to continue writing Jeongin's one ,, & maybe felix , lino

(+) it was an old request, actually my first one , it was from yer-cute-when-you-scream if I remember

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lazysimp · 4 years ago

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On the Edge /// Izuku x Fem Reader (18+)

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Rating: Explicit

Summary: Izuku wanted to try something new and like a fool you agreed.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings/tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Edging, Begging, Oral sex (receiving), She/Her pronouns, All characters are adults, 18+ Only

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“I-Izuku please, I really need to cum,” you beg fruitlessly unsure if he was even listening anymore.

“Shh, I just need to make a few more notes and I will let you finish,” he said before his mouth returned to tease your throbbing clit.

When Izuku had asked you an hour ago if he could try out a few new oral sex techniques he read about, you had foolishly agreed. You expect at least a few orgasms as he practiced but here you were over an hour later and no closer to finishing than when you first started.

“Izuku, I promise everything you are doing feels really good. Now won’t you please let me cum?”

He looked up into your eyes, his lips shining with your juices. “No, you can take this baby, take this for me.”

You let out a wail and threw your arms over your eyes. Your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. You dig your heels into his shoulders begging without words for him to finally let you finish.

His strong arms clamp down on your ankles and pull them down until your thighs squished against his ears. He only needed to test two more techniques and then he would start the second phase of testing.

“Does it feel better when my tongue circles your clit,” he demonstrates, “Or do you prefer the flicking?”

You push your hands down onto your eyes so hard you can see soft fireworks, “I don’t know.”

“Hm, here let me show you again,” his soft tortuous tongue laps around your clit. It circles your button while he watches your face. After a few more circles his tongue switches to flicking up and down.

Your back involuntary arches, pushing your pussy against his mouth. You could feel it, all too familiar tingle grow rapidly. This was it he was going to let you cum. You wanted to sob from relief as your body begins its ascent.

His tongue abruptly stops, “Interesting, you responded more violently to the flicking, but the circling was effective to build you up.”

No! The tingle disappeared and your heart once again slowed leaving you stranded. Fat tears welled in your eyes as he left your cunt to write another note in his journal. Normally you found this habit of his enduring but now it made you want to throttle him.

“I-Izuku, please I was so close?” You whine weakly.

“Soon beautiful,” he smiles up at you, his hair wild. “Your body is so responsive right now; I would hate to waste all the hard work I put in to get you here.”

His thumbs spread open the lips of your cunt, “Look at this pretty pussy, your clit is so swollen and sensitive, perfect for me to test my newest skill.”

“W-what new skill?”

“Oh, you will like this! I read in the health journal that if the correct pressure and pacing are applied to the soft spongy spot inside you, I can get you to squirt.”

“Huh? Izuku, I have never done anything like that before.”

“I know, that is why I want to experiment. I already made sure you drank plenty of water today and after phase one, you are aroused more than enough.”

“Wait, how long have you been planning this?”

His cheeks flush a vibrant red, “Uh, only a few weeks.”

You open your mouth to respond but he beats you to it, “I had to make sure we both had the day off. Plus, I asked Kachan if he had ever done something like this before.”

“You told Bakugou about this?” You yell. It was bad enough he wrote down what the two of you did in a journal. But for him to ask his friends for advice, someone who you frequently run into, was mortifying.

Izuku shrugged, “He is the one constantly bragging about how he is the greatest. I figured if anyone knew how to do this it would be him.”

“And did he tell you anything?”

Mischief filled Izuku’s eyes, “He told me enough.”

You raise yourself to your elbows, but two strong hands grab your shoulders and push you down flat.

“It works best if you are flat,” His hands grab your knees and lifted them up and out, spreading you wide open.

“There that should be enough room.” He says smugly.

You fight the urge to slam your knees shut. Despite being with your boyfriend for over a year there was something about being under his gaze that made you want to hide. It was as if every move you made, he studied, writing it down in his damn journals. Even now his eyes were watching you intensely, studying your face, your wetness, even your breathing.

The only reason you were able to keep yourself open to him was the look of adoration he gave you as he dropped to his knees. Oh, you were whipped but so was he.

His large hands settled on the inside of your thighs. They were already soaking in your juices, coating his hands in your slick as he moved ever so slowly up. One hand settled on your lower abdomen, gently pushing down while the other slid itself through your folds wetting itself.

Once he was satisfied at the level of wetness coating his fingers, he dipped them down until they prodded at your entrance. You resist the urge to tense as two thick fingers start to stretch your hole.

Despite over an hour of prep, you could still feel the burn as his strong fingers push forward, curling up as they settled in. You do not dare to look down to where the two of you were joined and opt to watch his face. You could see the gears turn in his head as he decided what road to go down next.

Slowly his face grows into a grin and the fingers inside you come to life.

“Beautiful, you will have to tell me if this starts to hurt, it could get intense,” he warned as his fingers twist around inside you, looking for something.

You nod in agreement, trying to not feel like you were being prodded. The fingers inside you moved with purpose, twisting and pushing while he watched you intensely.

You were beginning to lose hope that you would ever cum tonight when his fingers slide across something inside you. Before you can even think to mask your reaction his finger zone in on the spot inside you.

A delighted grin decorated his face, “Found it.”

His two strong fingers press upwards inside you, making small curls until he is able to hit the spot with every press up. The spot inside you was not nearly as sensitive as your clit but it definitely felt different when he pressed there.

The hand on your stomach pressed down even harder and the fingers inside you pressed up, now directly pushing the spot inside you. While what he was doing felt good you would much rather his mouth tease-

All thoughts stopped when his arms suddenly started to move up and down, making the fingers in your cunt press and release in rapid succession. A strange urge to pee rose in your mind and instantly your arms shoot down to grab his wrist, but he easily swats it away and continues his torture.

“Don’t fight the feelings beautiful, for this to work you need to let go,” he chides, his arm slowing to a stop.

“Izuku, I need a break really quick,” you say, trying to wiggle free of his hold. He only shakes his head.

“No beautiful, I read up on it. It is normal to feel like you need to relieve yourself.”

Your face grows hot from his bluntness, “Izuku, I am not too sure about this,” you look down at his fingers inside you.

“Whatever happens I will take full responsibility for it, please just let me try this, I promise I will make you feel good, I won’t stop this time.”

Damn him for putting orgasms on the table, no wonder he spent so much time building you up, he wanted you too desperate to say no. And damn him for being right.

“A-alright, but if I make a mess, you will be the one cleaning it up.”

He nods eagerly, “Deal!”

You feel as though you had just made a deal with the devil, but you had no time to regret your decision before he returned to work.

The strong unyielding fingers lifted up and down creating an intense pressure inside you. You look anywhere but his desire-filled face as the sudden urge to pee appeared.

You fought the urge to slam your legs together and instead clench down on his fingers, trying to silently fight the urge. Izuku was not having it. The press and release pattern of his fingers grew even faster, overwhelming your senses.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You beg too late as the intense pressure releases. You could do nothing but lay there as a wetness soaks his hand. You could feel your hole clench around his fingers with each small spurt. Despite some relief, you did not feel satisfied.

You look down and see a large wet spot on the bed, if embarrassment could kill you would already be six feet under.

Izuku’s bright green eyes looked down at his soaked hands and smiled, “How did that feel?”

You shrug, “Different.”

‘Hm,” he started to mumble quietly to himself and furiously fill out another page in his notebook.

“Ok, I think I know what I missed. Let me know if this time if better.”

“Wait Izuku,” but your words fall on deaf ears as he goes back to work. Instead of just his fingers toying with you, his mouth joined in.

His fat hot tongue dragged up the length of your slit, gathering up the sticky wetness on the outside of your cunt. You ease back down onto the bed, relaxing with his touch.

“I love how wet you get for me beautiful,” his arms loop under up thighs to pull you closer to his mouth. “Let’s see how big of a mess you can make.”

His hot breath caressed the tender flesh of your cunt. You could feel your heartbeat pulse in the thin skin, creating a heavy, needing feeling. You were twitching with anticipation, waiting for him to make another move.

You did not have to wait long, without warning his tongue dips inside your hole where your nectar was leaking. A deep groan left his mouth sending vibrations onto your sex.

A high needy moan slips from your lips as he deepened his groan creating gentle vibrations on your clit. Needing something to hold onto you thread your fingers into his soft green hair. You gently push down on his head and grind your hips up. You had been so close all night you were a few licks away from nirvana.

But his hold on your thighs tightens, pushing you back onto the bed. “You need more patience beautiful.”

“I’ve been patient!” You yell. “I can’t stand it any longer. Please let me cum.” You beg pathetically.

He ignores your pleas, “Mmm, beautiful, trust me the wait will be worth it.”

You collapse back to the bed, the fight finally leaving. You were too tired to try and convince him anymore, not even believing he will ever let you finish again.

Izuku must have sensed a change in your attitude and smiled. He finally had you exactly where he needed you to be. His two middle fingers swiped with the middle of your cunt, wetting themselves before slipping into your entrance.

His lips returned to your clit, sucking the bundle of nerves into his mouth. His lips held it in place while his tongue lashed against the tender nub. Weak sobs fall from your lips at his torture. You needed to cum so bad it hurt. Your whole body had been teetering on the edge for hours, waiting for all the tension to release, but instead, it had only grown stronger.

Your breathing was erratic, barely able to keep you functioning. Your heart was pounding, trying to keep up with the increased demand, you weren’t sure if he was trying to kill you but at this point, you would not be surprised if you dropped dead.

The fingers inside you curled upwards, once again building up the strange urge. But it was even stranger this time with his tongue also teasing you. Your hands lock in his hair as you mindlessly pull on the soft strands.

“That’s it beautiful, you are so incredible.”

Your head tosses from side to side as you mentally prepare for him to abandon you once more. But instead of leaving as the feeling grew stronger as he redoubled his effort.

You look down frantically, expecting him to stop. He had to stop this was too strong. You try to lift his head away, needing to escape the growing wave but he was too strong.

“No, wait Izuku,” You cry, scared about the strength of what was coming.

“It is ok beautiful, you are safe, let go,” He coos.

Fat tears well in your eyes, the oncoming feeling was terrifying, stronger than almost anything you had ever felt. Your legs trembled by the side of his head, barely able to even stay up. Your chest heaved in air, trying to help you distract yourself.

You could feel Izuku smile against your skin, his hot breath teasing the tender skin. You could feel lightning spread across your skin and knew you only had seconds before he would send you flying. When his lips sucked you into his mouth at the same time his fingers pressed up

It all became too much.

With a silent scream, you came on his tongue. The once tight pressure filling your body released and was replaced by a strong electric current that forced every muscle you had to clench and release. You could not even breathe the feeling was so strong. You could feel your juices hit Izuku face as he continued to manipulate your body and were too out of it to even care.

The fingers inside you kept milking your pussy, forcing your body to release even more wetness while Izuku eagerly lapped up the mess. As your slowly fall back into reality you realize your fingers had a death grip on his hair, but he did not seem to mind. In fact, he loved when you were like this, lost in your own little world. Besides it is not like you were able to hurt him, your own strength was pathetic compared to his.

You had a trail of tears on the side of your face, your body shaking as you recover. His mouth was still on your cunt, still cleaning away the mess you made. You could hear his hum of pleasure as your taste filled his mouth. You absently rub his head with your fingers, watching him as he worked.

With one last long lick he finally looks up, his bright green eyes soft, “Let’s get you cleaned up the rest of the way.”

His strong arms slip under you, lifting you up into the air to carry you towards the shower. You were more than grateful to have him carry you, unsure your leg would be able to handle your weight.

He gently sets you down by the edge of the tub, turning on the warm water. While he lets the tib fill, he leaves to go change the sheets. Severs him right you think to yourself after all that he put you through. Though you do not think he minds that much, hell he probably loves being able to see how much of a mess you really made. Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of him being able to see all the wetness you released.

You dip your feet into the warm water and relax your back, thankful you did not have to help him clean. You could hear the water shut off and water move as Izuku steps and settles into the tub before gently pulling you down into his arms.

Wordlessly his hands traveled down to the apex of your thighs.

“W-wait,” you weakly try to push his hands away, “Too sensitive.”

“Shh beautiful, I am just cleaning you up,” his rough palms gently wash in between your thighs before moving onto your back, spreading a smooth lather of soap. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as he cares for you.

You loved it when he took care of you like this after you finished, you freeze, “Izuku, did you finish?”

His hands slow, “Don’t worry about me beautiful.’

You turn your head to look in his eyes, “But Izuku it’s not fair that I got to finish, and you get nothing.

A wicked grin spreads across his face, “What makes you think you are finished for the night?”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I still have another three experiments to run on you tonight but after the mess you made in bed, I thought it better to run the rest in here.” He leans down, his mouth right against your ear, “So you better relax while you can because by the time I am done neither of us will be able to work tomorrow.”

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drakendaydreams · 3 years ago

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Dirty December Day 8 || {7:17pm}

Videotaping || {NSFW} x fem!Reader

A/N: No one can tell me that Draken wouldn't enjoy a little videotape of the two of you that he can enjoy when you're gone. 😏 If you want a spot on the taglist for Dirty December send me an ask or a DM. Age must be in bio or easily found to be added to taglist.

Character: Ken "Draken" Ryuguji

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, porn (making), videotaping, dirty talk, cunnilingus, offensive language, minors dni

Word Count: 1.2k

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“Kenny…” You stood by the bed in your bra and panties, watching Draken closely as he set up the small video camera he had brought home. “Are you sure about this? I’ve never done anything like this before. I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.”

Draken stepped toward you with his arms stretched out, his hands pressing gently to your hips. “Y/n, relax. Everything’s going to be fine.” He pressed his lips to your forehead and pulled you close to him. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. It’s totally fine if we don’t.”

You swallowed hard, Draken had had his heart set on this, you didn’t want to disappoint him. You shook your head quickly. “No, no, it’s alright. Really. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. Am I supposed to do anything special? Do I just-”

Draken pressed his finger to your lips and smiled. “Doll, hey, you don’t have to do anything special.” He pushed your figure back to the edge of the bed, the back of your knees touching the mattress. “Just act natural, just like you normally would when we do this. The camera doesn’t mean that you have to do anything special.”

You couldn’t stop how fast your heart was beating, it felt like it was going to come up out of your throat. You nodded to him and watched his soft eyes stare into yours. “Yea, I can do this. I promise.”

Draken smiled at you and cupped your face in his hands. “If you want to stop at any time then please just make sure that you tell me. I won’t make you do anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

You leaned toward him and pressed your lips to his, tuning out the world around you as you felt his hands push you onto the bed. Draken leaned over you, his hand pushing between your legs as he rubbed your clothed sex. You could feel the warmth in your abdomen growing as his hand slid into your panties, his fingertips slowly rubbing against your clit. You mewled for him at the sudden appearance of the pleasure between your legs.

He noticed the sudden change in your demeanor and smiled, his chuckle filling the room as he pressed his lips to your neck. “That’s my good girl.” Draken’s fingers slowly slid into your core, pistoning in and out of your walls as he slid his body between his legs. “Make yourself nice and loud for me, baby girl. I wanna hear every little sound that you make loud and clear.”

You felt his breath against your inner thigh and squeaked at the small nip to your leg. “D-Draken… please.”

He hummed happily and sunk his nails into your thighs, gripping tightly. His tongue licked a slow stripe up your slit before flicking your swollen bud over and over. His digits curled perfectly against your silky walls as he listened to every small sinful noise that escaped you. He rutted his hips into the bed for some friction, the sound of your bliss driving him wild as he pushed you closer and closer to your high. Draken looked back up at you, his words vibrating off your core as he moaned softly. “Come on, darling. I know you’re close. Just look at you. You’re about to come undone.”

Your back arched off the bed as you felt yourself nearly about to come apart. His tongue rapidly stroking against your clit as his fingers desperately search for your release. Your walls clenched around him, coating his fingers with your slick as you screamed out for him. “Oh god, Kenny.”

His devious chuckle echoed through the room again as he slowly sat back up, bringing his fingers toward your mouth. “Now go ahead and clean up your mess. Once you’ve licked them clean I’ll be sure to give you a little reward, yeah?”

You whimpered and took his fingers in your mouth, licking them clean as you watched him smirk at you. “P-Please, I need you. P-please, Kenny.”

Draken gripped the waistband of his boxers, both of you completely forgetting about the camera that had been behind you, too lost in the moment to even care anymore. His hand grasped his cock, stroking a few times as he watched your eyes glaze over with desire. You needed him, and you needed him bad, and it was just the way he liked to see you. He loved when you looked like you would combust without him. “You need it that bad? My pretty girl needs some of my cock that bad?”

You nodded with a whine and grabbed for him, desperate to pull him into you. “I can’t- I can’t take it. Please.”

Draken lined himself up with your entrance and thrust roughly into your core, the feeling of your slick from your last orgasm coating him made him moan out. “F-fuck, so god damned wet baby girl.” He gripped your hips as he rutted himself into you, growling as your walls had already started to close around him. Your second orgasm didn’t give you much time to relax as it loomed over you. Your first one had barely had time to wind down before he had filled you up again. “Mmmm, so god damned good for me. So fucking perfect.”

His praises were like magic to you as you gripped onto his lower back, your nails digging in to pull him as close to your body as you could get him. “I’m so close. Fuck, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt your orgasm about to consume you, every stroke of his length making your cunt quiver around him. Your legs instinctively tightened around him, the feeling of it making him grunt even louder as he buried his face into your neck.

Your cunt clenched around him as you came all over his cock, a loud scream leaving you as you rode out your high. Your hips matched his movements as his thrusts grew sloppy, his own climax approaching him fast. “Such a beautiful baby. Look at you. Fuck.”

Draken’s hips stuttered against yours as he spilled himself into you. His body collapsed on top of yours, his hand reaching into your hair to run through it. You placed your own hand in his and massaged his scalp, the amused sound that left him making you chuckle a little at him.

His body slowly lifted from yours as he rolled to your side, his lips gently touching your cheek. “I love you, Y/n.” Draken’s hand slid down to your face, cupping your cheek in his hand. “So god damned much.”

You melted into his touch, the small, blinking red light from the camera finally reminding you that it was there. You rolled toward him and buried yourself into his arms, feeling his own wrap around you. “I love you too, Draken.”

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tomurasprincess · 5 years ago

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Kinktober Day 10: Chikan (His Biggest Fan)

Day 10: Chikan Title: His Biggest Fan Pairing: Hawks x Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Dubcon, chikan, coercion, manipulation, public sex, exhibitionism, yandere Note: A bit of a shorter one tonight because I have a few coming up that are going to be much longer. Also, it is technically still October 10th here, so it is not late (let me just mentally have this reasoning, please.)

“You’re - you’re Hawks, oh my god,” you can’t help the words that slip from your mouth when you see the number two hero stand beside you on the busy subway. He’s been your favorite since the first time he made the hero scene, and you can’t believe he’s right beside you.

“Yes I am,” he gives you a smile that could win anyone over before moving to stand even closer to you. “Are you a fan of mine, little bird?”

The endearment causes your heart to race in excitement even though you know he’s probably this friendly to everyone. “Yes, I’ve been following your hero work for a while now, and I’m a huge fan!”

You pause for a second before hastily adding, “that might make me sound like a stalker, I know, but I promise I don’t mean it like that.”

He reaches out to trail a finger down your bare arm, causing goosebumps to raise as you shiver. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind,” he chuckles at you. “You’re a cutie.” He steps towards you, putting one hand up above your head to clutch at the bar. He towers over your small form, close enough that you can smell the cologne he uses. Your heart is beating out of your chest in disbelief of what is happening. This has been a deep, dark fantasy of yours, one that you would never admit to anyone. And now it seems to be happening.

His finger trails lower, tracing a pattern on the front of your shirt, dangerously close to your breasts. “And you’re even wearing my merchandise. You must be such a good fan.”

You feel your cheeks go hot, embarrassment causing you to be unable to meet his eyes. You forgot that you were wearing one of your many Hawks fan shirts. Although you feel no shame when wearing it out, it feels different somehow when the man himself is the one who sees you in it.

He takes a finger under your chin and raises it to meet his eyes. “Since you’re such a good fan, maybe you could do me a favor.”

“I don’t know how someone like me could help someone as great as you, but I’ll do what I can!” Your thoughts instantly move to grand notions like helping him with a case or other fanciful notions that you know can’t be the truth but you can’t help wanting anyway.

But you were certainly not expecting him to grip your hips and pull you flush against him, grinding his hardening erection into your thigh. He grabs your hand and moves it downward, closing your hand around the bulge. “I think you can help me with this, little bird. Don’t you?”

“I - I don’t know,” you trail off a bit, unsure how to truly respond.

“So you won’t help me then? That’s fine, I know it’s probably too much for anything but a true fan to do.”

“But I’m a true fan,” you protest instantly, “I promise I am!”

“So you’ll help me after all,” he turns you around and pushes you against the bar as he humps against the curve of your ass. You hear the rustling of his clothes, and feel your skirt being lifted up. Everything is happening too fast for you and your head is spinning from trying to process everything.

“Wait, I’m not so sure about this,” you try to reason with him, “we’re in public, what if someone sees?”

You feel his chest rumble with a laugh. “You really are a good fan, worried about my reputation.” You see his wings spread out a bit, coming to wrap around you and cover you from view. A few people turn to look in your direction, but they smile and glance away, simply assuming that you’re his girlfriend and he’s being protective of you.

“Now no one can see,” you feel his hot, hard cockhead probing at your entrance. “You’ll just have to be very quiet so no one suspects anything, and since you’re such a good girl, I know you can do that for me.” And with that he begins to push inside of you. The sting of him stretching out your mostly dry walls causes tears to form in your eyes, ones that you rapidly blink away so that nobody sees.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans deeply into your ear, burying his face in your neck as he bites down. “You feel so good clamping down on my cock like that.”

You whine a bit as he finally enters you completely, cockhead resting against your cervix as he gives you time to adjust. “You’re a true fan, to help me like this,” he grunts softly as he begins to move, veins and ridges of his cock sliding against your walls in a way that starts out painful but soon feels wonderful.

He reaches around to find your clit, rubbing down on the throbbing bead. You grip the bar you’re facing, biting into the meat of your hand to contain your moan as pleasure zings through you. His short, shallow thrusts inside of you quickly become harder as you grow wet and he’s able to move more freely. “I want you to cum around my cock, little bird,” he whispers into your ear. “Think you can do that for me?”

“Y-yes Hawks,” you whimper a bit as his fingers rub your clit harder, pussy clenching down around him at the stimulation.

“Mmm, call me Keigo, little bird,” he reaches around to reach under your shirt, pulling your bra up so that he can grip your breasts, tweaking your nipples until they’re rock hard.

You move your hand just a bit higher on the bar so that you can push back to meet his thrusts. “Yes, Keigo, oh fuck it feels so good,” you whisper as quietly as you can. The squelching noises as his cock slams into you leaves you feeling both ashamed and oddly thrilled.

Your hero trusts you enough to help him with a problem. To stay quiet and not let anyone see what he’s doing to you to preserve his reputation.

You would hate to disappoint him.

You feel your lower stomach tighten as you near your orgasm, and Hawks must sense it too, because he adjusts his angle to hit a sensitive spot inside of you that causes your pussy to pulse around him.

He manages to stay quiet, letting out only sharp huffs of breath, but you fare much worse than he is. You’re biting so hard into your hand that you can taste blood as you try to contain your noises and gripping the bar hard enough that your hand is turning red.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his blunt nails dig hard into your thighs as he speeds up. “Let me cum inside.”

You feel a sense of unease at that. You’re not on any birth control, so what happens if you get pregnant?

He must sense your hesitation, as he starts to reassure you with gentle touches across your body. “Please, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, little bird,” Keigo grunts into your ear. “You would prove yourself as my biggest fan if you just let me fill you up.”

A sense of excitement builds up in you. His biggest fan? Of course you’re his biggest fan, and you have to prove it to him. You have to let him know how much he means to you.

“Hhnggg, alright,” you groan, “please cum inside of me, Keigo, I want to prove it to you.”

“Such a good girl,” he chuckles at your response and grinds down on your swollen clit, and the pleasure shoots straight to your core. You’re thrown into such an intense orgasm that the bar you’re gripping is the only thing that keeps you standing, your knees wanting to buckle from the sensations rolling through you.

You feel his cock twitch inside of you, pace stuttering as hot cum paints your walls white. There’s so much that it leaks out a bit, dripping down your leg. Finally the stimulation is too much, and he pulls out of you in such an abrupt movement that you whine at the feeling of being so empty.

He readjusts himself into his pants, pushing your panties back into place to prevent any more cum from leaking out. You pull away from the bar a bit, only to stumble and almost collapse as your legs buckle. Keigo catches you easily, smiling at your blissed out look. “Here’s what we’re going to do next. Are you listening?”

“Yes, of course,” you nod your head several times.

“We’re going to get off at the next stop, and you’re coming with me. Do you understand?”

“What do you mean,” you answer hesitantly, confusion overtaking your features. The idea of going home with him is an absolute dream, but you have so many things to do. “I’m on my lunch break, so - “

“You heard me. You’re coming home with me.”

“But what about work, I really have to head - “

“Little bird, you disappoint me,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head at you in disbelief. “I thought you were my biggest fan, but apparently work is more important.”

“No!” Your voice comes out slightly higher pitched than you intended as panic almost overtakes you. This is your chance and you’re about to blow it over something as trivial as work. “You’re right. Work isn’t important, not when it comes to you.”

His smile instantly returns, looking like the sun coming back out from the clouds. “I’m so glad.” He wraps an arm tightly around you as he leads you to the opening door. “I can’t wait to finally get you home, my little bird.”

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disasterofastory · 4 years ago

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Loneliness (Harald x Reader)

Loneliness Harald x Reader Warnings: age difference. smut

After so many heartbreaks King Harald feels lonely, and he desires your company.

When you first met with the king, he was just an Earl with big dreams and unfulfilled love. The ink on his face was freshly made, and his hair was longer with neat braids and decorations. He was loud and ambitious, and his name was well known among the Vikings. Little boys wanted to be like him, and young women competed for his attention.

You tried to squeeze yourself among the drunk men with the still-warm loaves of bread in your hands. You stopped counting how many times they stepped on your leg till you reached the long table full of drinks and food. You murmured something under your nose heatedly when somebody pushed you without looking back. Your eyes followed the big man till he disappeared in the crowd while you placed down the basket on the table. You were so focused on the rude stranger that you didn't notice the brothers in front of you, who just smiled at your angry face. You were barely thirteen. Your expression was as threatening for them as a mouse in a barn. “Hey girl!” You almost gave yourself whiplash as you turn around to the way of the deep voice. Harald leaned over the table to hear you better. His hair fell over his shoulder, and his eyes were hazy from the alcohol he drank. “What are you doing here?” He asked when your widened eyes find his sitting figure before you. “It’s too late for a little girl like you.” His voice was mocking, but despite the racket around the Great Hall, you heard the worry in his words. “My mother sent me with fresh bread,” you answered, raising the basket for proof. Your quiet voice almost got lost in the noise around you. You needed to step closer to the table before somebody pumped into you again. “Take this,” he said, reaching out to you with an apple in his hand. “And go home.” “Thank you,” you replied, accepting the red fruit in hurry. You knew Harald as a trickster, and you didn’t want to be at the end of his plays. You grabbed the apple from his fingers and turned around to escape from the Hall.

This was the first time you talked to Harald but not the last. As you grew, your mother gave you more and more responsibility and tasks around the bakery.

The basket in your hand is warm and heavy because of the freshly baked goods. Their scent tickles your nose, and your stomach growls from hunger. The loud noise heats up your face, and you are grateful for the Hall’s emptiness. You hear noises in the background, but you are the only one in the Hall. The room is still cold due to the lack of fire, but a part of the long table is ready for the king's breakfast. The only thing that is missing is the small basket in your hands. You place it down among the other things, uncovering it before you turn around to continue your day. “Y/N,” you hear your name behind you. “You are in time as always,” King Harald says as you look back at him. His smile is gentle as he looks at you, sitting down at the table. “As always, my King,” you answer to him with a small bow. Your relationship with the Viking became almost friendly as the years went by. You never talked much, but he always made sure you know about his gratitude. “How is your mother?” He asks you, drinking from his cup. “She is better,” you answer, stepping closer. “I can manage the bakery, so she has time to rest and heal.” “If somebody gives you a hard time, please tell me,” he replies. “Sit,” he orders you, pointing at the chair before him. “I shouldn’t, my King,” you try to reject his offer as politely as possible, but your words are useless. “Please,” he says stubbornly, and with a suppressed sigh, you sit down in front of him. “I’m sure you have a lot of things to do, and you need energy,” he continues, loading a plate for you with food. “Thank you,” you reply quietly, starting to eat. You don’t want to be on the king's bad side, so if you have to spend a morning with him, so be it. You don’t talk much, but you notice some things on Harald. Like his tired eyes or the grey hairs on his beard and hunched posture as he eats. You fidget in your seat as you try to suppress your questions. “Are you okay, my King?” You ask him after a while, hoping you don’t offend him with your curiosity. “The night was too long, and the morning is too cold,” he says, and you understand his hint. You are probably not the person, he wants to talk about his problems, and it’s understandable. “Thank you for the breakfast, my King,” you tell him when you are done. “I hope your day will be better.” “Thank you, Y/N,” he smiles up at you from his seat, watching you leave the Great Hall.

You meet with the Viking next time while you arrange everything on your small stall at the market. You are so busy getting everything ready you don’t even notice the man first. “Everything smells delicious,” he says, and you almost jump at the sudden voice. “My King,” you greet him, placing your hand on your chest to stop your rapidly beating heart. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologizes with a gentle slime. “It’s nothing,” you shake your head, continuing with your tasks. “Can I help you with something?” “I would really like an apple pie,” he says, nodding to the pastries. “I can’t think of anything else for days now,” he continues, and his smile becomes cheeky as you chuckle at his words. Harald always knows his way with words. “Flattery will get you everywhere, my King” you answer, packing a small basket to give it to him. The coins he places in your cold hands for exchange feel too heavy, and as you see their worth, you almost drop them. “It’s too much,” you tell him, panicked. You try to give them back to him, but he steps out of your way. “It’s yours, Y/N,” he says. “You deserve it.” “Thank you,” you answer, placing the coins in your pocket. “But I should give you something else too,” you insist before the man could continue his way around the market. “Bring more pie for dinner, and we will be even,” he says in the end, seeing your stubbornness.

The sun starts to disappear from the gloomy sky as you make your way to the Great Hall. It seems empty as you step into the building. The fire’s warmth reaches you at the entrance, and you sigh at the pleasant feeling. “Y/N,” Harald says your name, standing up from behind the flames. He wears a simple tunic. His coat lays on his throne under his crown. A brown belt hangs loosely on his waist with daggers. “My King,” you greet him, smiling. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.” “No, you are not,” he says. “Come, sit with me a little bit.” You try to hide your surprise at the invitation as you move closer to sit next to him. You place down your basket between you two before you free yourself from the coat around your shoulder. “They smell delicious,” he says, looking down at the fabric-covered sweets. “I hope they are delicious too,” you answer. “Thank you,” you continue when he gives you a cup of ale. The liquid warms you up after a few sips. “We will find out soon,” he says, grabbing a slice. Before you know, you sit next to the king, eating and drinking at the fire’s warm embrace. He tells you about his day, about the annoying Earls and problems he dealt with. He asks you about your family and your duties. “You never wanted to be a shieldmaiden?” He asks you. “I thought about it, but I’m not talented,” you answer. “My brothers are in your army, and seeing my clumsiness with swords, it was clear that I should stay in the bakery.” “I hope you don’t take it as an offense, but I’m lucky,” he replies, biting into the next slice. The red juice of the fruit runs down on his fingers. “But I could teach you,” he says, and when he sees your confusion, he continues. “Even if you won’t become a warrior, you should know how to protect yourself.” “I’m sure you have more important things to do, my King,” you answer, surprised. “But I want to,” he insists. “I would really like to spend more time with you.” “Why?” You ask him. Your hand freezes in mid-air as you raised it to drink. “I find your company pleasant, Y/N,” he answers, looking into your eyes. “I understand if you don’t want to. I’m sure you have many suitors you can spend your time with, and I don’t want anything from you, just your company.” “I-I can do that,” you nod, still shocked.

Soon you find yourself at the sparring field with King Harald. His moves are still fast and strong. He helps you with your posture and the way you should use the small dagger he gave you. He comments on your every move and step. “It will be good enough,” he says. “I saw clumsier men on the battlefield before.” “They are dead, aren’t they?” “Yes,” he says after a short pause, and you can’t help but laugh. “Okay, then the battlefield is still not on the list.” “It’s fine,” he says, moving your arm to the right way. “A baker is as important in a village as a blacksmith or a warrior." The night comes without your noticing. The air gets colder, and you have to focus to see through the darkness. “We should finish for today,” he says. “I hope I didn’t keep you away from your duties.” “No,” you answer, shaking your head. “I should thank you. You helped me a lot today.”

King Harald becomes a part of your days. You have breakfast with him when you bring fresh bread to the Great Hall, and when you are finished with your tasks, he helps you with your fighting skills, or you just join him for dinner. Harald opens up to you slowly. He talks about his problems, his insecurities, and he always kisses your hand when you tell him something to cheer him up. You feel sorry for him often. Despite his title and his village’s love for him, he seems lonely under the weight of being a king. There are nights when he is quiet and crestfallen, and the only thing you can do is sit next to him, listening to his words as he pours his heart out. Other times he is cheerful and loud, he makes you laugh till you can’t breathe. The only thing he does without your consent is giving you gifts and too much coin for your baked goods. “I can’t accept it, my King,” you tell him. Your eyes widen as you look over at the beautiful dress. The red fabric is soft and neatly decorated, totally different from what you usually wear. “Of course you can,” Harald replies, pushing the dress into your arms. “I don’t know how to repay this." “Come to the feast tonight,” he says. “That’s the only thing I want.” “Okay,” you nod repeatedly. How could you say no after that dress?

Your mother almost jumps out of her bed when she hears your news. She got better, but you still insist she has to rest. The winter will be cold, and you don’t want her to get sick again. She needs her strength. You bathe before you get ready for the feast. Your mother helps you with your hair and gives you her prettiest furs to cover yourself from the cold night. “If something goes wrong, don’t forget your brothers will be there too,” she says. “Of course, mother,” you smile at her, kissing her cheek as a goodbye. The Great Hall is crowded upon your arrival. The music mixes with shouts and laughter as you enter the building. Women and men dance around the fire while others remain busy with their food. You see your brothers speaking with a few shieldmaidens, and soon you join your friends. Your focus turns to the king’s table after a while. You see a few strangers with women on their sides while Harald nods and hums as they speak. Your eyes meet for a second. The shine in his eyes is nowhere, and his posture is hunched again. You bite into your lip. You want to go to him, to free him from his misery, or at least cheer him up, but you don’t know what he would say. As if reading your mind, he nods with a tired smile. You excuse yourself from your friends to make your way to the table. He opens his arm when you are close enough, and you understand what he wants to do. Harald, besides his success on the battlefield, is well known for his unfortunate love life. “Hey,” you greet him quietly, letting him lead you to his lap. His arms warm you up as you sit down on him sideways. His smile is brighter as he squeezes you as a greeting. You can feel the eyes on you, which makes you uncomfortable. Your fingers fidget with one of the silver decors on your dress. Sensing your discomfort, he looks over to the others with a stoic expression. The man who makes you laugh or leans onto you for support becomes a king in front of your eyes. His posture straightens, and his arm around you tightens. “How do you like the feast?” He asks you quietly. “It’s… loud,” you answer meekly, and he laughs at your answer. “It is, isn’t it?” He asks back, looking around the Hall. The dim light illuminates the crown on his head. “Would you like to retrieve?” He asks you, and after your nod, he stands up with you still in his arms. The Hall erupt in cheers, seeing their king with a woman on his side. Harald gives them what they want and plays along while you need every strength of yours to not laugh at him. His smile is jovial as he looks at you, placing his arm around your waist before you disappear in the corridors. His room is ready for his arrival. The dim light from the fire illuminates the furniture. A big, dark brown pelt lays before the fire with two sofas, and the bed is full of pillows and blankets. You can still hear the ruckus behind the closed door. “Are you okay?” You ask him, turning your head to him as you move to the sofas to sit down. You are not cold, thanks for the ale, but the fireplace’s warmth feels pleasant around you. “Better, now that you are here,” he says cheekily, moving to the other sofa next to you. He sits down, leaning back to the backrest with a sigh. “Did you have a good time?” “Yes,” you nod, smiling. You pull your legs under you, turning to him. Your dress’s color is more vivid under the fire’s light. “It was fun, but I couldn’t do it often.” “You can if you drink enough,” he says, raising his cup. “That’s the secret?” “It’s worked for me so far,” he replies with a shrug, drinking from his ale. For a minute, you just stare at him, and with a shrug, you reach out to his cup to pour yourself from the pitcher. You sit next to each other silently, looking into the flames, sharing a cup till your face starts to heat up from the alcohol. You are definitely not drunk but not sober either. You feel hot and the world around you a little bit hazy, but you feel good. Maybe a little bit sleepy. “You should go home,” Harald says with a small smile. He enjoys your relaxed form and closing eyelids. “I will escort you home.” “ ‘m fine,” you murmur, and he laughs at your state. “C’mon,” he says, standing up from his seat to help you up. You lean to his body till he has to support your whole weight on his chest. He moves his arms around you, stepping closer and closer to his bed without dropping you. “Sleep,” he says, leaning above you when you are on the bed, under the warm covers. “Stay,” you tell him, pulling on his arm. “I don’t want to be alone while everyone is out there,” you glance at the door then up to the man, who just nods. He lays down next to you on the other end of the bed. He feels uncomfortable in his clothes, but the alcohol in his system and your warmth help him falling asleep while the Great Hall is still rowdy.

The morning comes with bad weather. You snuggle deeper under the covers and to the body beside you. You freeze when you feel an arm around you tightening, and even your breath stops for a few seconds. You slowly move to look up at the sleeping man. Harald’s face is relaxed, and his chest moves up and down at a steady pace. You know you should get up before he wakes but every fiber of your body beg to stay and enjoy the peace. The room is dark. The only source of light is the thin gaps on the walls. Everything feels cold, and you pull on the furs to cover yourself more. You feel contentment, lying next to the king. Guided by a sudden thought, you move your hand on the man’s chest. For a few seconds, you just enjoy the feel of his breathing. You bite into your lip, considering your next move. What if he rejects you? What if you lose him as a friend? He needs somebody who doesn’t want anything from him, and you don’t want him to lose it. “Good morning,” His deep voice shakes you up from your thoughts. Your eyes jump up from his chest to his sleepy eyes. A small, content smile forms on his lips, seeing you next to him.

The air around you gets hot as you stare at each other. Harald's arm around you tightens, and you forget to breathe as you move to straddle him. The pelts that surround you still give you warmth however his body would be enough to keep you safe from the cold. His hands find your thighs, and you support yourself on his chest. You stare at him, unblinking, searching for any hint of rejection. When you can’t find any, you lean closer to him till your breaths mix together. His lips are soft and warm as you make the first move and kiss him. His fingers grab your thighs stronger, raising his head from the pillows to keep your lips on his. One of his hands finds your hair, keeping you close to him. Your whole body pressed to his, and you still feel unsatisfied. You need more.

Much more.

You straighten up on his lap. With hurried movements, you reach behind you to lose the laces on your dress. Harald sits up, helping you with your task. The soft fabric almost tears under your touches. As you get free from the dress, the red fabric falls around your waist. A moan leaves your mouth when Harald licks one of your breasts. His tongue is hot on your skin, and you have to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. Your head falls back from the pleasure while your hips start to move above his erection without your control. “My King,” you whimper when his lips move to your other breast. While one of his hands is still holding your thigh, the other one slides lower until he reaches your ass. His fingers sink into your soft flesh, encouraging you to move more on him. “Harald,” you speak up again, impatiently. He bites your nipple, kissing up on your chest to your neck. “What do you want?” He asks you with a cheeky smile. His eyes shine with mischief, and his voice is hoarse from the need. You pull up your dress till the whole thing is around your waist. Your skin is soft and heated as his hands grip your hips. He plays with your flesh, enjoying you between his arms. You pull on his tunic, so he gets rid of it, and he reaches out to you again as if you could disappear in any minute. His chest is inked, and you caress the muscles under your palm while he frees his cock. You can feel his length against your thigh. “Don’t tease me,” you snap at him between whimpers when he moves his cock up and down on your clothed cunt. “Then get what you want,” he says arrogantly, laying back down on the bed. He places his arm under his head, enjoying the view. “You are a wicked king,” you tell him accusingly, and he chuckles at your reaction but doesn’t move to help you out. So you take the control into your own hands. Literally. You push your panties aside, while with your other hand, you grab the base of his cock to place it at your entrance. Your thighs shake as you lower yourself on him. “Good girl,” he sighs, bewitched. He watches his cock disappear in you without blinking, and he could swear to the Gods this is the most beautiful thing he ever saw. You are warm and slick around him, and as soon as you start to move, he can feel your tightness too. Your nails sink into his chest as you brace yourself while your hips move on their own accord. His hands find their place on your jumping breasts, squeezing and massaging them. Moans and mewls leave your parted lips, looking down at the man under you. “I need more,” you tell him when you can’t speed upon him the way you want. He almost laughs at your needy expression with pouted lips and begging eyes. Leaving your breasts, he moves his hand on your hips to steady you for what comes next. Your weight leans on your knees, and it’s his turn to pound into you. Placing his legs to support himself on the bed, he finds the right way to push his cock into you. You are sure you will have bruises from his grip as he starts to move faster and faster into your helpless body. His muscles are tense under your palm, and your breasts jump up and down before his dark eyes. “Harald,” you scream his name as you reach your peak. Your whole body falls on his while he still pushes into you with such a force you almost shout from fear he will tear your apart. His lower body is in the midair when he cums in you. He keeps you on him fully while his chest rumbles with a low growl. You are still on him when he relaxes on the bed. His seed leaks out of you, but none of you move to get clean. Harald's breathing is quick under your head, and your heart is still ready to jump out of your chest. “I could wake up for this every morning,” he says after a while. His fingers caress your naked back, and he kisses your shoulder every now and then. “I have a few ideas what we could do,” you say cheekily, moving to look at his eyes. “You will be the death of me,” he sighs, pecking your lips. “But what a way to go.”

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joonessence · 4 years ago

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The moon // pjm

⤷part of the In the cards series

pairing: jimin x fem oc

summary: It’s never-ending, what Jimin feels for you is constant and boundless. But you don’t know, you’ve never known, and Jimin thinks that’s okay. Until you find out and think that it’s not.

rating: M (18+)

tags: friends to lovers au, smut in the forms of tit play, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, kinda sub jimin but not for long, very slight possessive jimin (squint to see it), unprotected sex, very slight praise kink, creampie, cum eating, i hate doing the tags y’all i think this is it

wc: 4k

notes: this is part of my tarot cards series so the banner below is the spread for this specific fic, kinda lets you know what to expect

Jimin can’t help but to watch you from across the room. His eyes follow your movements as you lightly shove Jungkook, teasing him about something Jimin isn’t following, deciding that his attention was better spent looking at you. This isn’t the first time Jimin has lost himself in observing you, in fact, it happens more often than he’d care to admit. At first, Jimin tried to control it, quickly averting his eyes when he realized he was staring just a little too hard. But soon, Jimin found it impossible to look away from you.

See, when Jimin first met you all those years ago, he realized quickly that he’d have trouble getting you off his mind. The way you made his heart beat too fast and his palms get all sweaty were sure signs that he had it bad for you. He figured it would go away soon because it was just a small crush, nothing to worry about. But for Jimin, it never did seem to go away. When he was with you, he just wanted to be closer to you, ensuring he always had the chair beside you to get a front row seat to your radiant smile. When he was away from you, all he did was think about you and your pretty laugh.

Yeah, Jimin’s got it really bad for you.

He thought about confessing to you countless times. Confessing that he ached to be beside you always, that no matter what he did he just couldn’t seem to get you out of his head. God, he wanted to tell you so bad. And he’d get close to it too, pulling you aside, saying he needed to tell you something important. Only, when the time came for him to speak, nothing would come out and he’d find himself scrambling to make something up on the spot.

Although he wishes you knew how he felt about you, Jimin thinks it’s okay that you don’t know. He’s happy to be in your life regardless. Even if he doesn’t get to be the one who takes you out and takes you home and takes your clothes off. God, Jimin wants to take your clothes off.

“Isn’t that right, Jimin?” Your voice directed towards him pulls Jimin out of his thoughts that are quickly turning obscene. “I mean, you know Jungkook pretty well. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You’re looking at him with your eyes wide, waiting for him to agree with you. You’re wearing such a simple outfit but Jimin thinks you look so pretty like this, loose dark green t-shirt half tucked into your jeans and your baby hairs framing your face. Jimin flushes at your prolonged attention on him.

“S-sorry, I wasn’t really listening,” Jimin stammers, partly because he was still unsure of what you were asking him and partly because you just make him nervous.

Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest when you narrow your eyes at him like you’re suspicious of his answer. Just as you open your mouth, Jungkook interrupts, taking your attention off of Jimin. He sighs out a shaky breath. That was a close one, Jimin can’t let you catch him staring like that again.

You and Jungkook continue your playful bickering about God knows what. Jimin doesn’t care enough to start listening, probably wouldn’t even be able to hear the two of you over the sound of his own heart beating so loudly. Sighing, he gets up and steps out onto the balcony for some much needed air.

Hearing his distressed sigh, you and Jungkook’s eyes follow Jimin as he walks away, running his hand through his hair as he goes. You turn to Jungkook with a confused face, silently asking if he knew what was wrong.

“Ah, I don’t know, just ignore him,” Jungkook says, not looking you in the eye.

Jungkook’s a terrible, horrible liar, always has been; you see right through it.

“What is it, Jungkook? Is he upset with me?” You question.

Jungkook scoffs, only making you more confused. You motion for him to continue.

“Jimin likes you,” Jungkook says as if it’s common knowledge and then pauses. “A lot.”

You think your heart stops for a second, before you come to your senses and punch Jungkook in the arm for joking around when you’re not.

“Ow! What was that for?” Jungkook pouts and rubs his arm trying to alleviate the pain.

“Jungkook, seriously. Stop kidding. What’s wrong with him these days?”

“I just told you! He likes you!”

Jimin likes you? Since when? There’s no way, you of all people wouldn’t have figured that out if it was true. But, the thought of it makes your cheeks burn. You always saw Jimin like an angel, something beautiful that you could never be with. It was why you never said anything, figured you’d spare yourself the heartache because nothing but embarrassment would come out of it anyway.

Just then, Jimin walks back in, immediately turning into his and Jungkook’s shared kitchen. You stare at Jungkook with your eyes wide, hoping he might explain more of the details.

“You know what’s wrong now,” Jungkook leans closer to you so Jimin doesn’t hear and whisper-yells. “He’s like head over heels for you, he doesn’t shut up about you!”

“He’s never said anything to me! How can I know for sure?” You whisper-yell back.

“Oh, trust me, you should hear him when he—” Jungkook shuts up when Jimin walks around the corner, headed down the hallway to his room. Jungkook gives you a ‘say something!!’ look and for some reason you listen to him.

“Jimin!” You call out after him, still trying to figure out what to say next.

He turns to you, “Yeah? What’s up?”

Your brain races to find something to say, but comes up short.

“Uh—,” You start, just to fill the space.

“She wanted to know if you’d come over tonight! Right?” Jungkook fills in and turns to you, nodding his head slightly so that you’d get the hint.

“R-right!” You nod your head rapidly.

“She asked me too but I have plans tonight. But you should go!” Jungkook sounds just as nervous as you feel. Terrible, horrible liar.

Jimin looks at you, slightly unsure at the way you and Jungkook are acting but then you send him this smile. This smile, that makes Jimin remember all that is good and pure in this world and he’s sold on your offer.

“Sure, when should I come over?”

“Umm, around 5?” You say, then remember the mess that is your one bedroom apartment. “Actually, how’s 6?”

“6 is good, I’ll see you then,” Jimin smiles at you sweetly before turning to make his way to his room.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Jimin’s coming over. He likes you and he’s coming over. Once you hear the door to Jimin’s bedroom click shut, you turn to Jungkook frantically.

“What should I do?” You ask, panic evident in your voice.

“What do you mean ‘what should you do?’” Jungkook obviously doesn’t understand your current dilemma.

You groan at his obliviousness, “I mean, how should I act? Now that I know he likes me?”

“Well,” Jungkook starts, turning to face you fully. “You like him back don’t you?”

Your cheeks burn and you nod slowly. You’ve never told anyone about your feelings for Jimin, out of fear that he’d find out.

“Okay, good. Your next step is obvious. Seduce him.”

You choke on nothing at his suggestion, you want to punch him in the face for even saying that. “Jungkook, are you crazy? How would I even know what to do?” Your hands come up to your temples, rubbing to try and soothe the imminent headache coming your way.

“Jimin is so desperate for you, do anything,” Jungkook reassures you. “Just make a move on him, I’m tired of hearing him in the shower every night.”

Your eyes widen, “Wait wha—”

“I’m not explaining, now go clean your place before Jimin sees how messy you really are,” Jungkook stands, straightening his shirt. “And good luck! Don’t bring Jimin back till well past 11:30, okay?”

“I hate you,” You groan, standing up too to grab your things before saying goodbye and calling out “I’ll see you later!” to Jimin.

Hearing the front door shut, Jimin scrambles into Jungkook’s room where he finds him laying down.

“Oh my god, what now?” Jungkook opens one eye to look at Jimin.

“I can’t go, I won’t be able to control myself,” The words fall out of Jimin’s mouth so quickly Jungkook struggles to catch them.

“Relax. It’s gonna be fine,” Jungkook sits up, motioning for Jimin to sit down beside him.

“How can you be so sure?” Jimin’s voice wavers, he’s so nervous.

“Just trust me, hyung,” Jungkook rubs Jimin’s shoulder, comforting him as much as he could.

“Okay,” The crease in Jimin’s brow has eased a bit. “I guess I’ll go get ready.”

Jimin spends his time picking out his outfit and hating it, then picking out a different one and hating that one too. He messes with his hair, trying to figure out what would look best. Jimin can’t seem to decide on anything. All the while, he’s trying to figure out what he should talk to you about, if he should show up with a gift, maybe flowers? Jimin pops into Jungkook’s room every so often, asking him every question that comes to mind and Jungkook tells him over and over again that he’s overthinking it. Jimin knows he’s probably right; he just can’t calm down when it comes to you.

Being good friends with him and his friends, Jimin saw you quite frequently. He loved seeing you, hearing you laugh at stupid jokes that were being said. And as much as he loved seeing you, most of the time, Jimin tried not to be alone with you. You get Jimin all flustered, make his hands get clammy, he can barely get out complete sentences when it’s just you and him.

Jimin sends you an “i’m here” text when he parks his car and you come down to meet him. He sucks in a breath when he sees you wearing a light yellow dress that hits your mid-thigh.

“Hi, Jimin,” You rock back on your heels, waiting for him to answer.

“H-hey, thanks for inviting me.” Is Jimin still breathing, it doesn’t feel like he’s still breathing.

You wave your hand at his thanks, “Come on.”

You grab his arm and lead him to the elevator, pushing the button to the fourth floor. Jimin’s still unsure if he’s breathing or not, but he has to say it.

“You look nice.” Your smile at his compliment practically blinds Jimin. “P-pretty.”

Your cheeks flame. Yeah, you dressed hoping he would like it but that didn’t mean you were expecting to hear him say it.

“T-thanks,” You bite your cheek and look down, praying Jimin doesn’t see just how red you’ve become.

The rest of the ride up is silent, save for Jimin tapping his fingers on the railing, trying to ease his nerves. You don’t have to lead Jimin to your apartment, he knows which one it is, having visited with Jungkook plenty of times. You fumble with your keys, hands shaking slightly at the idea of you and Jimin being alone.

“I got us some snacks,” You say as you open the door and direct him to the small coffee table that has bags of chocolate and candies and chips piled up.

“That’s… a lot of snacks,” Jimin turns to you and laughs softly.

“I wasn’t sure what to get, okay?” You mumble and turn to close the door (and to hide your, once again, flushed cheeks).

Jimin’s made his way to your living room, sitting on the floor with his back against the sofa. Taking a deep breath, you sit beside him reaching for the tv remote and handing it to Jimin.

Jimin doesn’t even remember what movie he picked. He keeps his eyes glued to the tv even though doesn’t like the movie because it’s better than losing himself in the way your crossed legs look in that dress. Doesn’t even want to think about how smooth your thighs would feel under his palms. Jimin is a weak, weak man, especially when it comes to you.

45 minutes into the movie Jimin picked you’re so uninterested in the movie you could die. You look over to Jimin, his eyes are unwavering from the tv, his hand stuck in the air with a chip in it, too busy to bring it up to his mouth. Even in his focused state he’s still the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, lips puckered in confusion and his brows furrowed. You want to roll your eyes at him for not taking the perfect opportunity to say something to you. Leave it to yourself to make anything happen.

You slowly slide your hand across the short distance to his knee. You place it there lightly, feeling Jimin tense slightly underneath. His attention is now on your small hand, you can hear him gulp.

“Jimin,” you purr from beside him, squeezing his knee making him jolt. “Jungkook told me something today.”

Jimin gulps again, heart creating earthquakes inside his body. “W-what did he say?”

You turn your body towards him, sitting on your knees and sliding your hand just an inch higher. Jimin can’t make eye contact with you.

“Well, he told me something about you,”

Jimin’s breathing is shallow now, chest moving up and down quickly. You’re looking down at him with this look that makes him feel like he’s going to explode and Jimin thinks he probably will soon. Then you throw a leg over his lap, making yourself comfortable on his thighs and Jimin knows he’s going to combust.

“O-oh? W-what would that be?” He tries, really tries to sound cool, unaffected by your practically bare legs around him but fails.

Your clothed core against Jimin’s thigh provides instant relief to the pressure that had built up. You slide your hands up his toned chest, slinging your arms around his neck. Jimin flushes at your sudden closeness. He tries so hard not to ogle the way your tits squish together but the neckline of your dress is so low and Jimin can’t help it.

“Oh, come on, Jimin! I know you like me, know you wanna fuck me,” You say exasperatedly. “Jungkook told me!”

“He told you that?” Jimin looks horrified at Jungkook’s breach of trust.

“Well don’t you?” You cock your head to the side, baffled as to why he hasn’t pushed the skirt of your dress up to your waist by now.

Jimin carefully brings his hands to rest on your hips, still wary of the situation. Under his touch, your body feels like it’s on fire. You can feel your panties sticking to your soaking pussy. You move up Jimin’s thighs, your chest almost touching his.

“Don’t you, Jimin?” You repeat your question softly. “Just say it; I know you do.”

“F-fine. I like you,” Jimin blushes fiercely, mumbling under his breath. “Wanna fuck you. Can’t believe he told you.”

Your heart does twirls at Jimin’s confession. You duck your head down, trying to catch his eyes but he looks away.

“Jimin,” His name comes out so softly. “I like you too, you know.”

Jimin’s head shoots up, his eyes are wide and starting to water a bit. He’s wanted to hear you say those words for so long that maybe his mind is playing tricks on him. He couldn’t have heard you correctly, could he?

“R-really?” He asks so quietly, as if he says it any louder you might change your mind.

“Really,” You confirm, brushing your thumb against his soft cheek.

“Oh,” Jimin looks flustered now. “I didn’t know.”

“And now that you do?” You’re so close to begging him to just do something.

With his heart leaping, Jimin inches his face closer to yours. Jimin’s longed to know how your lips would feel for so long, they always look just so soft. He wants to know if they’re as soft as they look. His eyes flicker down to them, just in time to catch your tongue poking out to wet them. The sight makes Jimin surge forward, planting his lips on yours.

Jimin’s lips feel just like you imagined, plush and velvety against yours. His hand comes up to cup your cheek, tilting your head to the side. You want to savor your first kiss with him, really you do, but it seems your hips have a mind of their own when they move against the growing tent in Jimin’s pants. You can’t contain the whine that tumbles out of your mouth, much like Jimin can’t control the groan he lets out.

“Jimin,” It comes out muffled against his lips.

Jimin doesn’t dare to take his lips off yours, only letting out a low “hm?” in response.

It takes all your strength to pull away from him, but you're desperate to feel him touch you.

“Do you wanna take my dress off?” You ask, already pushing a strap down.

Jimin’s hand doesn’t move fast enough to push down the other strap making the dress fall slightly. He groans at the sight of the tops of your breast being exposed. His hands pull down the neckline of your dress, nipples pebbling as they are exposed to the cold air. His hands come up to cup them softly, just pressing the pads of his fingers into the flesh.

“Jimin,” You whine. “Do something.”

Leaning forward, Jimin licks a circle around your nipple, rolling the other between his thumb and index finger. The cry you let out is lewd and it’s music to Jimin’s ears. His tongue rubs over your nipple before he latches on it, sucking roughly. Your fingers tangle in the strands of Jimin’s hair, pushing him as close to you as possible.

“God, I love your tits,” Jimin confesses before moving to the other nipple.

You let out a pathetic moan, pushing your crotch down on Jimin’s, craving any kind of relief. Jimin moans around your nipple, sending vibrations throughout your body. He removes his mouth from you, leaning back and kneading your breasts with both hands. You flush under his intense gaze, hips still rocking back and forth.

“Can I taste you?” The obscenity of what he says and the politeness of Jimin’s voice don’t match up sending shivers down your spine.

“Y-yeah, please.”

You let Jimin guide you to the floor, placing a pillow under your head and another under your hips. He pulls the dress down your legs, setting it to the side with care. You giggle at that, it’s so Jimin, and he sends you a small smile. Between your legs, Jimin runs his palms up and down your thigh (they’re just as soft as he thought they would be). Leaning down, he kisses up your thigh to the band of your panties, placing soft kisses there too. Your body buzzes under Jimin’s lips.

“Gonna take this off,” Jimin murmurs against your skin.

He rolls them your legs, placing them aside, using the same care he did with the dress. You’d giggle again but the way Jimin’s taking in the sight of your dripping pussy clenching around nothing makes the giggle get caught in your throat.

“So pretty,” Jimin sounds in awe as he traces the puffy lips of your cunt.

His praise makes your face flush. His fingers trace lightly around you before he pushes forward and leaves a wet kiss on your fluttering clit.

“J-Jimin,” You gasp at the feeling of his tongue, taking short quick flicks against you.

He travels down to your clenching hole, licking a thick stripe all the way up to your clit, sucking harshly.

You sob loudly, closing your legs around Jimin’s head. His arms wrap around your thighs to keep them open.

“You taste so good,” Jimin divulges before continuing his attack on your clit.

His fingers probe lightly against your drenched core, dipping them in lightly before taking them out again. You push your hips down on his face, greedy for more of him. You can feel him smirk against you at your urgency. He pushes two fingers in slowly, waiting until you’ve gotten used to the stretch before pulling them out and shoving them back in. You throw your head back in ecstasy, calling out Jimin’s name.

“So wet for me, all for me,” Jimin says it like he can’t believe it.

His fingers scissor inside you, curling when he hears you moan loudly, his tongue still assaulting your clit. He can feel you tightening around him, your walls fluttering.

“Jimin,” You call out warningly. “I-I’m so close.”

“That’s good, baby,” He says proudly, speeding up the pace of his fingers.

“N-no, wanna cum around you,” It comes out of your mouth brokenly.

Jimin groans against your clit, sending another wail out of your mouth. You whine when he pulls his fingers out even though it was your doing. Jimin quickly rids himself of his jeans, the tightness of them was starting to get painful. He situates himself between your legs again, grabbing his cock and pumping it a few times before rubbing the tip against your folds.

“Jimin,” You plead, impatient to feel Jimin stretch you. “Please.”

Jimin pushes in slowly, letting out a whine when he can feel you stretch around him. You cling to his shoulders, making crescent marks with your fingernails.

“Y-you feel fucking amazing,” Jimin pants. “Holy shit.”

You moan loudly as Jimin starts driving his cock further inside you. Jimin’s lips find your neck, leaving wet kisses down the base.

“Feels so good, Jimin.”

Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling at the roots causing Jimin to moan.

“Been waiting forever to fucking do this,” Jimin says between thrusts. “Don’t ever wanna fucking stop.”

“T-then don’t.”

Jimin’s rhythm speeds up, thrusting in and out of you roughly. With one hand beside your head steadying him, he reaches his other hand down to your clit, rubbing in circles with two fingers. The obscene squelching sound of your pussy and you and Jimin’s moan bounce off the walls.

“J-Jimin, I’m close, so f-fucking close,” You sob loudly, tears welling in your eyes.

“Kiss,” You reach out for Jimin, trying to pull him down to you. “Kiss me, please.”

Jimin obliges happily, smashing his swollen lips on yours. Your pussy clenches around him before your release gushes out. You see stars as your legs shake around him.

“Good girl, my good girl,” Jimin praises, still thrusting inside you, chasing his own release.

As you come down from your orgasm, Jimin’s trusts become sporadic, signalling to you that he’s close too.

“Cum inside, please.”

Jimin looks at you like he’s never heard something more pleasing. You watch his face crumple in bliss as he releases inside you, covering your walls in white.

Chest heaving, Jimin slumps forward, careful not to put all his weight on you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You’re both sweaty and it might have felt gross to Jimin if this was someone else, but this was you and Jimin has loved you for so long.

When he catches his breath, he moves down your body to look at you. Jimin never wants to forget the way your pussy looks when his cum is dripping out of it. You whine at the sensitivity when he swipes his tongue against you, collecting your mixed arousal. He leans back up to kiss you, letting you taste him and yourself on his tongue. And that might have felt gross to you if this was someone else, but this was Jimin and you have loved for so long.

Jimin pulls away with a satisfied smile, laying down beside you.

“So, what did Jungkook tell you?”

You turn to him with a smirk on your face, “Told me you think about me in the shower.”

Jimin’s face turns redder than you’ve ever seen it.

“I’m gonna kill him, seriously.”

“Really?” You tease, tracing your finger on Jimin’s chest. “I think we should thank him.”

“You’re right,” Jimin concedes. “I’m gonna thank him and then kill him.”

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barnes-dameron · 4 years ago

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The Mandalorian x Jedi!Reader

Summary: Upon arriving on Corvus, you realize you won’t be able to hide your secret from your Mandalorian traveling partner forever, especially since the Jedi you encounter asks a lot of questions...

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: Spoilers for Chapter 13 so read at your own risk! I think we all need a little something after the tragedy in Chapter 14. By the way, this is a gender-neutral reader ;)

***

The closer you got to Corvus, the further down your stomach sank to the floor. Your heart beat faster against your rib cage as anticipation rose inside you. The day that the Mandalorian came to you saying that he knows where to find a Jedi for the Child, you were shocked. Of course you were happy that the kid will finally get a teacher, but you were shocked that there were still Jedi around.

Your leg bounced up and down as the landscape of Corvus came to view in the windshield. You took a deep breath, and left the cockpit, trying to avoid any questions that the Mandalorian might ask. The Child was asleep in his little hammock, and your heart ached for the little guy. From the first moment you saw him, you knew something was special about him. Well, you sensed it, really. And you hoped that the Child wouldn’t say anything, and thankfully, he didn’t.

You reached over, and picked up the tiny creature, his black eyes revealing themselves as his green lids pulled back.

“Listen,” you whispered, bringing his face close to yours. “When we find that Jedi, you don’t say anything, got it? Do not blow this for us.”

Of course, he didn’t repsond to your warning, but instead cocked his head and cooed. You rolled your eyes and shifted him so he was sitting on your hip.

“We’re here,” the Mandalorian announced as he climbed down the ladder and opened the hatch door.

You took another deep breath, and straightened your back before following the Mandalorian out.

***

You’ve been wandering around the forest on Corvus for a while now, your stomach turning with every step. After visiting the seemingly enslaved village and meeting the Magistrate, you followed the Mandalorian into the wilderness to find the Jedi named Ahsoka Tano.

You constantly turned your head in search for the Jedi, dreading the impending moment of your meeting. You rested your hand on your blaster, your heart beating rapidly.

“So you’re not really gonna kill this Jedi, right?” you asked, looking at your beskar clad companion with wide eyes.

“No,” he simply replied.

You nodded, looking about your surroundings again. The Mandalorian set the Child down on a nearby rock, bringing his binoculars to his visor. You were so in depth in your own thoughts and anxieties that you didn’t even hear him talking. Sweat was collecting on your brow as you thought about what this Jedi will be like. You have heard stories of her bravery and her part in the Clone Wars, but that was years ago. Was she a different person now? Would she try to kill the Mandalorian? A crack from a tree drew you out of your thoughts, and a person descended from above.

You moved over to the Child, reaching for your blaster as the Mandalorian struggled with the intruder. But the sight of the white lightsabers didn’t do anything to relax you. You could feel the heat from the Mandalorian’s flame thrower as he set her cloak on fire. You thought she was contained once he tied her, but never under estimate a Jedi. She gave him a smirk before jumping up, back bending over a branch, dragging the Mandalorian with her. Once on the ground, she ignited her lightsabers, freeing herself from the restraints, and preparing herself in a battle stance.

“Ahsoka Tano,” the Mandalorian yelled. “Bo-Katan sent me. We need to talk.”

You watched as she straightened herself from her fighting stance, pulling back her sabers to her sides. She was as intimidating as you imagined.

“I hope it’s about him,” she said, looking over to the spot where you and the Child were.

***

Your leg once again was bouncing as you settled yourself on rock. The Mandalorian’s pacing was no help to you at all, only increasing your nerves. You looked over at the campfire, with Ahsoka and the Child just staring at each other in silence. You have heard about this technique, in fact it was how you were found out years ago on Tatooine.

Mando’s pacing wouldn’t cease, much to your annoyance. You never done what you were about to do, but you needed to know what was going on in his head. You were always so careful to hide your true identity from the man, in fear of what he would do to you if he uncovered the truth. However, something didn’t rub you right. You closed your eyes, concentrating and reaching out into the darkness. You could sense his own anxiety about the situation, but you left it there. If you lingered too long, he could catch wind. Ever since you came across him and the kid on his first trip to Tatooine, you could sense the bond between the two. When he mentioned about finding the Child a teacher, you knew it would be difficult for him.

The Mandalorian stopped and began to make his way towards Ahsoka who was holding the Child. You got up from where you were perched and followed your companion. You listened carefully to everything that Ahsoka said, from the time of Child’s training up to the present. Plus, you were pleasantly surprised to find his name was Grogu. Ahsoka ended the conversation on a hopeful note of Grogu’s training in the morning. You nodded, getting up from your spot as Mando grabbed the Child, Grogu, to prepare a place to make for camp.

“Wait,” Ahsoka spoke up, getting your attention. “Can you stay here for a minute?” You nodded to her, sitting on a nearby log before waving off Mando, who nodded and continued to make his way. You pressed your lips into a thin line while clearing your head from any impending thoughts. Your heart was pounding once again. You rubbed your hands over your thighs. “You know a blaster isn’t a Jedi weapon.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, gripping your thighs in defense.

“Really?” Ahsoka replied. “Because Grogu said something very interesting-”

“Dammit,” you whispered, dropping your head while letting out a sigh. “What did he say?”

“He mentioned that you knew the Force,” Ahsoka began. “But you were hiding it.”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “That sounds about right.”

Ahsoka was quiet for a moment, and you felt her eyes peering into you despite your steady gaze on the forest floor.

“Where are you from?” she asked.

“Tatooine,” you mumbled, before meeting her eyes.

She nodded, shifting in her seat a bit.

“Have you practiced with a lightsaber?” she questioned, quirking up an eyebrow.

“Once,” you revealed. “But my master thought it would be too dangerous to have one with the Empire and all so-”

“Wait,” Ahsoka interjected, holding up a hand. “Who was your master?”

You realized your mistake. The air escaped your lungs as your heart sank to your stomach. You got up from your seat abruptly. What you needed to keep a secret, you almost let out.

“No one important,” you said. “It’s late, so I’m going to go get some rest.”

You didn’t wait to hear her reply. You practically ran back to the Mandalorian, who was resting his head on a log as he laid on the ground. Grogu was nestled in one of arms, fast asleep.

You tiptoed to where they were at on the ground, and moved to lay beside Mando, with your back to him and an inch or two between your bodies. You tried to even out your breathing, and put aside the questions that Ahsoka was asking. You had one job, and you almost blew it from the slight excitement that maybe you weren’t alone in the galaxy.

“What did she want?” Mando asked, his voice tinged with sleepiness and gruff through the modulator.

“Nothing important,” you lied, turning over to face him. “Just some stuff about the Child.”

Mando hummed, then out-stretched his arm as an invitation. You moved closer to him, placing your head on the clothed part of his bicep. Mando’s hand rested on your hip, and began to draw shapes with his thumb.

“Do you think she will be a good teacher for him?” he asked, uncertainty laced in his voice.

“I do,” you answered.

You closed your eyes and started to drift into sleep, trying in vain to forget about Ahsoka for now.

***

You were awoken from your sleep when a hard object was dropped on your stomach, the air from your lungs escaping. Your eyes flew open as you went to cradled your abdomen. A gasp nearly escaped your lips if it wasn’t for a hand covering your mouth. You looked up to see Ahsoka crouched above you, pressing a finger to her lips before motioning her head to follow her. She retracted her hand, and walked off. You took a deep breath, and looked over to Mando. For being a well trained Mandalorian, he can sleep like the dead when he wanted to.

You slipped out from his arm, grabbing at the object that Ahsoka dropped on you. On closer inspection, you realized it was one of her lightsabers. Anger rose in you for her lack of dropping a topic. You marched over to where she stood, a good distance away from the Mandalorian and Child.

“What the hell!” you whispered yelled, waving your arms.

“A Jedi needs to practice,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders before igniting her lightsaber, illuminating her features in the darkness.

“I’m not a Jedi,” you said through gritted teeth. “I’m just Force-sensitive.”

“Oh really?” Ahsoka said in unbelief. Ahsoka reached her hand out, lifting up a rock that was a bit bigger than the Child’s size, and threw it at you. Panic arose at first, but by instinct, you rose your hand out in response. The rock was suspended in mid air right before your face. “I usually wouldn’t do that unless I knew for certain. That was just to show you that I didn’t believe you.”

You dropped your hand, the rock falling in front of you. You tightened your grip on Ahsoka’s lightsaber. If this is what she wants, then it’s what she’s going to get. You ignited the lightsaber in your hand, shifting your feet to a fighting stance that your Master once taught you. You saw the slight smirk that appeared on Ahsoka’s face as she too brought her lightsaber up with her backhand.

Ahsoka was the first to lunge forward, bringing down her saber onto yours as you rose it in a defense. You kept your feet planted to the ground as you pushed forward, then swung at Ahsoka, who blocked your advance. It was like a choreograph dance as you and Ahsoka sparred around the open space. The sound of the colliding beams filled the air along with your grunts. The lights of the clashing sabers nearly blinded you several times, but you didn’t let that stop you. You were taught better. You pushed Ahsoka aside one more time, before she looked at you, straightening her back.

“Who was your Master?” Ahsoka asked through deep breaths.

You ignored her question, and lunged forward again, bringing your lightsaber down on Ahsoka who blocked it last second. She pushed against the collided sabers, using more strength than before, causing you to stumble back. While caught off guard, Ahsoka bent down, swiping a leg against yours, making you fall down on the ground. The lightsaber flew out of your hand, switching off before Ahsoka grabbed it. She once again stood above you, but this time her lightsaber hovered over your face.

“I’m going to ask you this one more time,” she reiterated. “Who was your Master?”

You gave her a smirk, before reaching out your hand. The unlit lightsaber flew out of Ahsoka’s hand, returning once again to yours. You ignited the saber, clashing it against hers so it was away from you. You lifted your leg, and pushed Ahsoka with your foot. She fell backwards, but quickly got up, however you were faster. You scrambled to your feet, lightsaber in hand, and jumped onto a nearby boulder. You looked down at Ahsoka, switching off your lightsaber.

“Obi Wan Kenobi,” you revealed.

Ahsoka stumbled back, turning off her saber as her eyes widen down at you. You moved down from the boulder to a sitting position on the floor, watching Ahsoka’s reaction while trying to catch your breath from your bout. She let out a little laugh before sitting down across from you.

“Obi Wan trained you?” she asked.

You nodded.

“It seems like a forever ago, but yes,” you began. “I was living on Tatooine, and he found me. He only taught me little stuff like using the Force, and had me mess around with a lightsaber once. He was afraid that if I grew too much that the Empire will notice, so he ended our training.”

You looked down at the forest floor, admiring the tangled roots from the nearby trees. So different from the sands of Tatooine. You remembered Obi Wan’s kind face and smooth instruction. He was always so patient with you even if you doubted yourself. You remembered the time when you went to visit him, but found his hermit’s hole empty. You waited for so long, but he never returned. You thought back to the time where you sat in his place, reaching out through the Force to feel him. But emptiness filled you when you couldn’t feel him. Looking up at Ahsoka’s sad eyes, you sensed that she knew about his absence in the galaxy as well.

“I can see some of him in you when you fight,” Ahsoka said, fingering her lightsaber. “But I sense some fear in you.” You gulped, looking down again at the ground. “What are you afraid of?”

You took a deep breath, thinking about your beskar clad warrior who you temporarily left behind. There was no way that you could hide anything from the Jedi before you.

“I don’t know,” you started, rubbing your hands over your forearms.

Ahsoka smirked again, putting her hands behind her to lean back.

“It’s the Mandalorian isn’t it?” she inquired, cocking up an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I try to conceal my identity from him because I’m afraid how he would react. Everyone knows that Mandalorians and Jedi aren’t on the friendliest of terms-”

“That’s an understatement,” Ahsoka snorted.

“And,” you continued. “I don’t want him to hate me. I mean the kid-”

“Grogu,” Ahsoka corrected.

“Knew about who I am,” you continued, once again. “He used the Force multiple times in front of the Mandalorian but he’s only a child. And he was given the task to help him find a teacher. I’m not a kid, and if he finds out, I’m just scared that he’ll leave.”

Ahsoka sat there, absorbing everything while nodding. She tilted her head.

“You love him don’t you?” Ahsoka asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” you replied.

***

You listened to the villagers’ joyous noises as they celebrated the victory over the Magistrate. Their outfits changed from dreary gray and brown to green and blue. You assisted Ahsoka and Mando in freeing the city, shooting down droids and defending the villagers. Despite all the fighting and blaster shots, you were impressed to see how well you all worked together, especially Mando and Ahsoka. If anything, it gave you hope for your situation. But was it different for them compared to you? Does he rather work with a Jedi who he has never met before to one who was hiding their identity to him? You shook the question aside, choosing to instead watch the people. Ahsoka smiled in pride, and gave over the pure beskar staff to the Mandalorian before he set off to retrieve the Child.

You waited alongside the Jedi, admiring the people’s celebration as they reinstated their original leader before the Empire took over. But some time has passed, and the Mandalorian was no where in sight. After much silent deliberation, you and Ahsoka decided to head over to the Razor Crest instead.

You navigated through the foliage, dodging roots and rocks here and there. It was silent between the two of you until Ahsoka broke it.

“You know I can’t train him,” she said, repeating her conclusion from yesterday morning.

You let out a sigh, remembering how Grogu proved himself with moving his favorite metal ball from Mando’s hand to his. You were so proud with him, but that was instantly crushed when Ahsoka gave her verdict. You glanced down at the forest floor, reevaluating your options for the little guy, but it was slim to none.

“What if I trained him?” you asked, looking up to see her reaction only to be met with a blank expression. “I don’t know much, but I could teach him how to control it and when to use it. Plus, Master Obi Wan taught me about meditation so-”

“Y/N,” Ahsoka interrupted holding up a hand, and stopping in her tracks. You ceased your walking in return, looking at her. Ahsoka shook her head, her eyebrows coming together as she looked down before meeting your gaze. “You can’t train him either.”

“Why not?” you demanded, disbelief creeping in your voice. “He needs someone to help him, he’s just a child-”

“You have an attachment as well,” Ahsoka interjected. You felt like she just punched you in the stomach. It was true, but knowing that she could tell and hearing her say it out loud made it sound so real. You stared at her in a loss of words. “Jedi cannot have any attachments, it could lead you down a dark path. Like Grogu, you were in hiding too, in a way. It’s just not wise.”

Ahsoka returned to her walking, leaving you standing there. Obi Wan did tell you the stories and lore of the Jedi, and everything about the Light and Dark side. He instilled the principles of the Light side, and you always planned to uphold them, despite your slight attachment to the Mandalorian. You jogged to catch up with Ahsoka.

“You’re wrong,” you said, holding up an air of confidence. “I won’t let my attachment lead me anywhere near the Dark side.”

“Funny,” Ahsoka replied. “I knew someone who thought the same.”

“Unlike that person,” you defended. “I will succeed.”

“A Mandalorian and a Jedi,” Ahsoka hummed, looking up at the gray sky above you two. “Quite a combination.”

You shrugged your shoulders, before looking over at her. She met your gaze as she raised an eyebrow at you.

“It’s all about balance,” you said.

***

The hull in the Razor Crest was quiet except for the little noises coming from Grogu. The Mandalorian resided in the cockpit as he set the coordinates to your next destination. You could tell how lost he was when Ahsoka reaffirmed her previous conclusion to him, but she didn’t leave you totally in the dark. She provided you some instructions to find Grogu a teacher and to decide his fate, but you yourself were uneasy in the whole matter. You knew you could train him. Hell, you even came across him, and you’re a Jedi.

You looked down at the little green creature who was sitting in your lap, his dark eyes staring up at you. You bounced him a little, while he giggled.

“What are we going to do with you, Grogu?” you asked, meaning for it to be rhetorical, but he tilted his head at you at the mention of his name. “By the way, I didn’t forget what you did. You really had to tell Ahsoka about me, traitor? We had a deal.”

You knew he wouldn’t say anything, but you still smiled at him. You pet his ears, and he cooed with content.

“I can’t be mad at you,” you sighed.

Your attention was pulled away from Grogu when the sound of boots hitting the metal rungs of the ladder echoed throughout the haul. The Mandalorian approached you, his figure towering over you while casting a shadow. He bent down, and picked up the Child, before returning him to his hammock in the bunk. Mando shut the door before turning to you, his gaze burning a hole into you despite the beskar helmet.

“We need to talk,” he said, stepping closer to where you were seated in the haul.

“About what?” you questioned, blood roaring in your ears as fear gripped your heart. What if he knew?

“I saw you,” Mando began, his voice even and steady. “That night on Corvus, you left with Ahsoka. I followed you. I saw you. You have the same power as the kid. You used a lightsaber like Ahsoka.” With every sentence, the Mandalorian took a step forward until he was right before you. Your heart hammered in your chest, tears brimming the rims of your eyes as you tried to keep your emotions in check. What if this was it? You couldn’t bear to leave him and the Child, but now it seems like you have no choice. You took a deep breath, watching him carefully. He gave off no inclination on what he’s about to do. His hands were steady by his sides, his breathing was even, and his voice was unwavering. “Are you a Jedi?”

“Yes,” you whispered, looking at the floor instead of his visor. You gripped your own arms with a vice, reminding you to stay grounded before getting overwhelmed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his features unchanging.

You swallowed a lump in your throat before standing up. You needed to face your fear, and not let it overcome you. You straightened your back, staring into the expressionless helmet.

“Because I was scared,” you started. “I was scared that you wouldn’t want to take me on as a crew mate. I was scared that you would desert me on a planet all by myself. I was scared that I would lose you. The Mandalorians’ enemy is the Jedi, and I was scared that if you found out you wouldn’t want anything to do with me-”

You were cut off when Mando grabbed your biceps, pulling you forward until you were wrapped in his arms. Your cheek was pressed against his chest plate, his hands pressing into your back. You were silenced by his sudden actions. You wound your arms around him, before letting the tears fall from your eyes to run down the beskar. He didn’t want to kill you, or leave you. He wasn’t disgraced by taking in the enemy of his people. Instead, he was embracing one.

“Listen to me,” he said. “I would never do that to you. After everything we’ve been through, I could never do that to you. I care about you, Y/N.” He pulled you back a bit, while keeping his hands on you. You stared up at the helmet, but if you looked closely, you could see the outline of his eyes. He caressed your cheek, the leather of his gloves soft against your cheek. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he said, his voice softening.

You didn’t know what he meant, but from his tender caresses and gentle voice, you knew he was speaking from his heart.

“So you don’t mind having a Jedi on board with you?” you asked, humor hinted in your voice.

“No,” he replied. “Now two Jedi, I might have to think about it.”

You gave him a playful punch to his bicep, a laugh coming from his modulator. His hands came to rest on your hips, before he reached in one of your pockets, and pulling out a small object.

“What’s this?” Mando asked, holding the object up in the light.

You grabbed the object from his hand, and held it up higher.

“It’s a kyber crystal,” you answered, admiring the gift from Ahsoka. Before departing from Corvus, she pulled you aside once again, handing you the crystal. You were a Jedi after all, and she thought you should have a Jedi weapon instead of carrying around a blaster. Though Obi Wan is gone, she wanted you to know that there are more Jedi out there. “They power lightsabers. Ahsoka gave it to me so I can construct my own lightsaber when I’m ready. But I don’t think I’m going to do it.”

“Why not?” Mando questioned.

“Well, our focus is the Child. We don’t exactly have time to stop everything to build one,” you tried to reason.

“Not now,” he said. “But maybe in the near future.”

“Really?” you asked, excitement in your voice. “You would help me?”

“Of course, cyar’ika,” he affirmed. “A Mandalorian and a Jedi, they’ll never see it coming.”

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum- I love you

Mando Taglist: @absurdthirst @tangledlove27

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian season two #ahsoka the mandalorian #ahsoka tano #star wars #sw #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal x reader #gn!reader

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nastybuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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Deep End - Six

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 4.6K

A/n: Okie dokie! I’ve got an epilogue planned but I like this. The epilogue will explain shit better but I've known that this would be the end since pretty much the beginning LMAO

Deep End Masterlist

THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

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When Steve hears you stop struggling, stop fighting and stop crying, he’s nervous.

It’s been a while since he locked you up there, and he really should check on you soon, if only to make sure the baby’s okay after that stunt you pulled.

He pushes the door to the bedroom open, eyeing your figure carefully.

You look like you’re asleep. If he wasn't so attuned to your body, your heart and your breathing, he wouldn’t have noticed something’s wrong.

Your heart is beating rapidly, far faster than normal. And it’s weaker than usual.

Your breathing is shallow and strained, and your face is lacking its usual healthy glow.

He rushes to your side, tearing the rope from your wrists and touching your face carefully.

Your skin is hot to the touch, and he feels fear settle in his gut.

He doesn’t know what to do, how to help. He’s never really had to help you like this, the doctor’s always been nearby.

He grabs his phone, calling the doctor and pacing nervously.

“Sh-she’s burning up and her breathing is shallow.”

Steve's stomach drops as he listens to the doctor’s instructions, answers his questions and comes to the realization of why you’re like this.

He rolls you onto your left side, tears welling up in his eyes at how unresponsive you are.

The doctor hangs up after telling the super soldier that he’ll be there soon.

His heart is in his throat as he tries to undo the damage of his punishment, putting the evidence back in the box and kicking the rope under the bed.

You’re still unresponsive, heart weak, but your breath sounds a little less strained.

Monster. That’s what you called him. What Natasha called him and what Bucky’s asset called him.

Maybe you’re right.

But he wants you. He needs you. Giving you up would be giving up a piece of his soul and he’s not ready to do that yet.

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The doctor informs him that both you and the baby are okay, but being on your back for so long was compressing a major vein supplying your baby with oxygenated blood. If he’d gotten there any later it might’ve been too late.

With strict instructions to keep you on your left side and make sure you stay hydrated, the doctor takes his leave.

He stays by your side, holding your hand tightly in both of his as he really comes to terms with the fact that it was entirely his fault. He almost killed you and your baby to prove a stupid point. To discourage you from doing the very same thing.

His heart is heavy in his chest as he listens to your heartbeat get stronger, to the baby’s heartbeat continue fluttering like a hummingbird’s.

Those two sounds bring him peace, if only temporarily.

Shattering his peace is the sound of the front door opening, followed by tiny little footsteps clomping up the stairs.

“Mommy! Mommy!”

Sarah.

Steve shoves himself to his feet and quickly leaves the room just as his daughter tries to enter.

“Sarah, mommy’s sleeping.” She frowns up at him and shakes her little blonde head.

“I need to talk to mommy!”

She walks around his legs only for him to scoop her up in his arms.

“She’s sleeping right now, honey.”

Sarah shakes her head angrily, beating her tiny fists against his shoulders.

“Let me go! I want mommy! Mommy!! Put me down!” She starts shrieking. Full-on screaming bloody murder right in his ear, and he loses his grip on the wriggling child.

She slides out of his arms and runs into the bedroom, climbing onto the bed and shaking your shoulder.

“Mommy?” She’s got little tears on her face, and they don’t cease when you don’t wake up.

“Why won’t mommy wake up?!” She looks up at Steve with terror written on her face and it shatters his heart in his chest.

“Sarah, mommy’s sick, okay? I had the doctor come over and he said that she needs to rest and when she wakes up we’re gonna need to make sure she’s got plenty of water, okay?”

Sarah’s big blue eyes are filled with tears and she shakes her head.

“I want mommy!”

She clings to your torso, crying against your shoulder in fear.

“Sarah, honey, mommy’s gonna be okay. You just gotta give her some space, okay? How about I set up a movie for you?” Sarah sniffles and slowly pulls away from you, looking at her father and shaking her head again.

“I want mommy! I hate you!”

Steve then realizes just how crucial you are. How important you are, not only to him but to his daughter as well.

Losing you would hurt so many people.

“Honey, you gotta give mommy and I some space, okay?”

He picks up the five-year-old, despite her quite literally kicking and screaming, and sets her down outside the bedroom.

He shuts the door quickly and locks it even faster.

Sarah stands outside, wailing her head off and pounding on the door with her tiny little fists.

She cries for you, over and over again, and it breaks Steve’s heart.

He’s brought back to what you said about him. About how this isn’t love.

He sits down at your side again, trying desperately to drown out the sound of his daughter crying outside as his thoughts overwhelm him.

He hasn’t been the nicest to you, that he’ll openly admit, and he makes mistakes probably more often than he doesn’t. But he loves you. He needs you.

Tears well up in his eyes and he lets out a shuddering breath.

He’ll make this right. He has to. Sarah deserves a mother, so does your unborn baby. And -though he may not deserve you- he needs you. The monster will be hard to fight, but losing you will be harder.

The damage he’s done might be irreversible, but he’s gonna do what he can to make things right, to give you a better life.

You don’t wake up for a few hours, but when you do you’re confused.

Your back aches and you feel a little dizzy as you remember what happened, how you got here.

Steve watches as you regain consciousness, confusion pulling your brows together before you slowly open your eyes.

“How’re you feeling?” He asks softly, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles soothingly.

You look up at him then drop your gaze to your belly, bringing your free hand down to rub it gently.

“Am I... are we okay?” He nods gently, tears in his eyes.

“I’m sorry, (Y/n). I was... I don’t know, trying to teach you a lesson. And all that did was hurt you. Hurt the baby. I wanted to show you that trying to hurt yourself and hurt the baby wouldn’t fly, but I ended up doing far more damage.”

You swallow hard and struggle to push yourself into a seated position, wincing at the throb in your head.

“The doctor said that you shouldn’t move too much, and try to stay on your left side when you sleep. I-I didn't know that sleeping on your back was bad.”

You take a deep breath and look up at him, waiting for the anger to take hold in his eyes but it never does.

“I’m sorry for hurting you. For scaring you and not trusting you. I... I lost you for so many years and now I have you back and... I don’t wanna lose you again. But everything I do to try and keep you close, make you mine... all it does is push you further away and I’m sorry.”

His apology takes you by surprise, and you eye him skeptically.

How are you supposed to know if he’s telling the truth?

He drags one of his hands down his face and for a moment you can truly see just how old Steve Rogers is.

The exhaustion of carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders finally shows in the lines near his eyes, the bags beneath them. But what really displays his age is his eyes. They’re so full of trauma and pain and weariness.

For the first time since waking up from the ice, Steve Rogers looks his age.

“I-I’m sorry, too,” you whisper, surprising him.

“I didn’t... I wasn’t thinking. I just... I wanted to punish you for what happened to Natasha. What you did. I wanted you to hurt but I just ended up hurting myself in the process.” You look down at your hands, trying to figure out how you want to phrase what you have to say.

“People argue, Steve. But what you do... it’s beyond that. We’re not... there are so many things wrong with what’s happening between us, what’s happened already, but I can’t leave. Sarah’s too attached and all I want for my little girl is to have a happy life. To have the happiness that was torn from me.”

Guilt settles on his chest, but he lets you continue speaking.

“I want my daughter to have a good life. I don’t want her to be afraid of-of people. The way I am. She loves you, and I know... I think you love her. You haven’t hurt her yet, and I hope it stays that way because at the rate we’re going, I'm not sure how much longer I’ll be able to do this.”

The pure fatigue on your face is more than enough explanation, but the idea of losing you is too much for him to bear.

“No, don’t say that. I’m gonna get better, okay? We-we were happy once. And we can do it again. I’ll be gentle and patient. I just... I need you, (Y/n). I need you a lot and the fact that you have such a tight hold over my every thought makes me angry. But I’m not gonna take it out on you anymore, okay?”

You let out a deep breath and eye him carefully.

“You’ve said that before.”

He thinks back to the time you spent in that cabin in the woods, where you turned his friends against him.

He has said that before, and look at where he is now.

“This time it’ll be different.”

You don’t have the energy to fight him. So if he’s gonna try, fine.

“Where’s Sarah?” You ask, hoping she’s still safely out with Morgan.

Steve’s face falls again and he stands up and opens the door to your bedroom.

Sarah sits crumpled in a ball, her cheeks covered in tears.

“Mommy!” She all but screams the word, launching to her feet.

Steve tries to take her hand but she yanks it away from him, shooting him a glare then running to the bed and climbing up beside you.

Your heart breaks when you see how sad she looks, and you hug her to your chest.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay.” She sniffles and climbs onto your lap, climbing to you like her life depends on it.

You wonder what happened while you were unconscious, what Steve did to upset her so much, and your mind immediately goes to the worst.

You look at the man, your thoughts written plainly across your face, but he quickly shakes his head.

“No. I just told her she couldn’t come in. Not ‘till you woke up. She uh... she stayed right outside the door.”

You soothe your daughter, rocking her as much as you can manage with the pain rolling down your spine.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy’s okay. Everything’s okay.” You hold her close to you, trying to calm her down while Steve looks on helplessly.

Although his daughter loves him, loves being here with him, nothing can compare to the bond that the two of you have.

The monster in him hates it. Hates that he’s not as close to his own daughter, blames you for it. But he pushes that part of himself down.

He made a promise. And this time he’s not gonna break it.

"Are you sure you’re okay with it?” He asks for the thousandth time.

You only shrug, fixing your hair in the mirror as the doorbell rings.

“It’s a little too late now, Steve. Besides, I don’t really care. Sarah’s gonna have fun and that’s all that matters.”

Your daughter took a few days to warm up to Steve again, but now that she has he’s not gonna risk anything changing that.

He takes one last look at you, at how pretty you look in your blue sundress, then leans forward and kisses your cheek.

“I love you, (Y/n). I can send them away.”

You take a deep breath and shake your head.

“Sarah’s excited. Besides, I wanna know what we’re having.”

You plaster on a forced smile and it breaks his heart, but he turns and heads downstairs to greet the guests.

Ever since you got hurt, he’s been nicer. Far gentler than he's ever been with you, and you’re not complaining.

Steve has the potential to be a good person, that much is obvious, but he chooses not to.

He hasn’t hurt you again, or even yelled at you. No, he’s been patient and understanding and it’s such a sharp contrast from who he was before.

You can hear him greeting the guests warmly, chatting on and on about this and that and whatever else.

Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you leave the faux safety of the bedroom and head down the stairs, smiling at your guests.

People that you’ve never seen before are in your house. Well, that’s not true. You’ve seen them on TV.

The Avengers are in your living room and kitchen, talking softly amongst themselves.

In the presence of these superheroes, you feel small. Weak. And you can’t fight the urge to find Steve as anxiety crawls up your spine.

He’s in the kitchen, talking animatedly with Tony Stark and Sam Wilson. Iron Man and Falcon.

He looks so at ease, his face split open with a laidback grin.

Sam’s eyes find yours and he says something to Steve, making the blond turn to you with a soft smile.

He waves you over and you obey, one hand resting delicately on your bump.

“Sam, Tony, this is my (Y/n). (Y/n), Sam and Tony.” You nod politely at them, sliding your clammy hand into Steve's nervously.

You haven’t been around this many people in a very long time.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman who’s got Captain America so hooked! All he does is talk about you,” Sam says, a grin on his face.

You smile at him, looking up at Steve.

He nods encouragingly, smoothing his thumb over your knuckles to try and ease your anxiety.

“It’s nice to meet you, too. I, uh, I’ve heard a lot about you. About both of you.” Tony smiles looking down as someone tugs on his pant leg.

“Can I have a sleepover at Sarah’s house?!” Morgan asks excitedly, her little face full of glee.

“You’re gonna need to go ask your mother. You know she makes all the decisions.”

Tony’s gaze lifts to yours when his daughter runs to find her mom.

“Is it alright if she sleeps over tonight?”

Steve nods then looks at you.

“You alright with that?”

You’re not sure if it’s a real choice or a test, but you don’t want to find out.

“Of course. She’s always welcome here.”

Tony nods with a smile, then resumes whatever conversation they were having before you showed up.

You tune out what they’re saying, carefully rubbing over your stomach and poking at your baby whenever they decide to kick you.

“(Y/n)? Did you wanna help me set the food up outside?” Pepper’s voice breaks you from your trance, her hand coming to rest softly on your shoulder.

You look up at Steve, silently asking for permission, but he just leans down and presses a soft kiss to your lips and lets go of your hand.

You follow Pepper, setting up the table in the backyard silently for a while before she clears her throat.

“How are you feeling, (Y/n)? Sarah told us you were sick.”

You swallow hard and give her a tight smile.

“I’m feeling better. Tired all the time but this little devil is to blame for that.” You poke your belly only to be met with another kick.

Pepper nods, smiling at you.

“Are you excited?”

That question throws you for a loop.

Are you? Are you excited to have another baby?

You’re excited for Sarah to have a sibling. Excited to get to hold your baby and love your baby. But the reason why you’re having the baby in the first place? The father of your baby? No.

“Yeah, I am. A little nervous, too.”

She sits down by your garden, patting the seat next to her.

“You look tired, (Y/n). More tired than a mother should be. You’re wearing yourself thin.” You keep your lips sealed, not wanting to say anything that might make Steve mad.

She sighs and sets a gentle hand on your knee.

“I don’t know what your... relationship is with Steve, but I know you’re unhappy. He’s a good guy, deep down. But you need to take care of yourself, okay? Don’t work yourself to the breaking point because it’ll be even harder to build yourself back up. Especially with a brand new baby.”

You let out a shuddering breath and nod.

“It’s just hard. I’m trying but... it’s hard.”

As you talk softly with Pepper, Steve observes the two of you.

You look so sad, so defeated. He hates that he made you look like that.

“She’s unhappy, Steve.”

He turns to the voice, eyebrows raising.

“Wanda. I didn’t know if you’d make it.” He pulls her into a hug. “I heard about what happened in Westview... Wanda, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

She sighs, pulling away with a sad smile.

“No. But I will be.” Her eyes travel back over to you for a moment, feeling the pain and the sorrow in your soul.

“Do you think she’ll ever be happy here? With me?” Wanda sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and closing her eyes, feeling your thoughts, your energy.

“It’s hard to tell. Right now she’s so... numb. Nothing but sadness and... hopelessness. Her spirit is crushed, Steve.” She reopens her eyes and turns to the blond.

“You can’t keep her here like this. It’s only a matter of time before she gets fed up and tries to do something drastic. Again.”

Steve knows. He fucking knows that. But he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do to lift your spirits.

He's given you more freedom, let you make more decisions for yourself. He’s been gentler with you, hasn't forced himself on you.

Not forcing himself on you isn’t something to gloat about, but given the history between the two of you, it’s something fairly major.

He just wants to keep you in his life. He needs to keep you in his life.

He turns to the young woman beside him, a thought bubbling into his mind.

“Could you... do something to make her happy? Make her enjoy her life here? Make her love me again?”

Wanda’s mouth curves down as she looks at you, watches you play with your daughter and Morgan.

“Steve, it’s not right.”

The blond lets out a pained breath, shaking his head desperately.

“I just want happiness, Wanda. Don’t I deserve it? Haven’t I suffered enough to deserve a happy ending?”

Wanda’s eyes glow red with sorrow as she’s reminded of her own happy ending that she had to give up.

She takes his hand and gives it a squeeze, dropping her gaze for a moment before looking over at his desperate blue eyes.

“We don’t always get what we deserve. It’s hard and it hurts, but we can't control everything. And at some point, we need to let go. No matter how hard it is or how much it hurts. We can’t hurt other people because of what we think we deserve.”

They both look back over to you, your own eyes already on the pair, but dropping as soon as you see them turn to you.

“I’m sorry, Steve. I can’t do that.”

Tears stab at his eyes and he huffs out a breath through his nose, turning on his heel and walking away from the party, from his friends.

His abrupt departure catches the attention of a few people, yourself included. Before you can get up and see what’s going on, Bucky’s on his feet and heading into the house.

The woman Steve was talking to makes her way over to you, smiling gently.

“Hi (Y/n). I’m Wanda.” You smile at her, eyes darting towards where Steve disappeared from then back to her.

Bucky re-emerges only a few moments later, shaking his head at Natasha when she gives him a quizzical look.

You turn to Wanda with a strained smile.

“Could you just watch Sarah for a minute? And make sure she has something to eat? The foods ready.” She nods, watching with sad eyes as you walk back into the house to see what’s wrong with Steve.

“Steve?” You call softly, looking around for him only to find him sitting on the couch in the living room, his face in his hands.

“Why can’t I have what I want?” His question catches you off guard and you move to stand in front of him.

He shakes his head sadly, pulling his hands off of his face to grab yours, holding them tightly.

His lips brush over your knuckles gently, before he presses the back of your hands against his forehead, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“This isn’t right.”

Your heart races in your chest, stomach tying in knots as you try to figure out what he’s talking about.

“What are you talking about? Is everything okay? Did... did I do something wrong?” Maybe you shouldn’t have talked to Pepper earlier. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and smiled.

“I can’t keep you here.”

One sentence. Five words. Sixteen letters.

That’s all it takes to have your heart stuttering.

“What... what do you mean you can’t keep me here?” You try your hardest not to let your hopes get too high. Maybe he’s going to kill you. Maybe that’s what it is. It’s certainly something more up his alley than... the alternative.

He slowly raises his head, teary red eyes staring up into yours.

“You know what I mean.”

You shake your head, needing to hear him say it himself.

“What are you saying, Steve?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and closes his eyes, the words hurting him but he needs to say them.

“You're free to go. You and Sarah.”

The breath gets knocked from your lungs, eyes wide as tears start to blossom. This is a trap. A test. It has to be. There’s no way...

“You’re letting us go?” You ask softly.

He sighs again, nodding as tears find their way down his cheeks.

“Yeah... I guess I am.”

You’re silent, staring at him and waiting for him to tell you it’s a joke, to punish you. But he doesn’t. No, instead he lets go of one of your hands and stands up, his chest almost brushing yours.

“You said I don’t love you... but I do. I love you. Or maybe I love the idea of you, I don’t know. But either way... I hate how sad you are. How sad and afraid I make you. You're free to go wherever you want.”

You’re practically hyperventilating.

After all this time, you never truly thought he’d ever let you go. That he’d have even a shred of decency left inside him.

He cups your hands together and carefully places something inside them, then turns and walks to the front door, grabbing his keys and leaving the house.

You stand silently, staring at the object in your hands until standing becomes too hard and you think you may throw up.

Then you sit down, silent tears trekking down your cheeks.

“(Y/n)?” You’re not sure how long you’ve been sitting on the couch, staring at your hands, but Natasha’s voice pulls you from your thoughts.

“(Y/n), are you okay? Where’s Steve?”

You stare up at her then look back down at the tiny, life-changing object in your hands.

“He let us go,” you whisper, your glossy eyes raising to hers again.

She looks half as shocked as you feel.

“What?”

You sniffle then wipe the tears off of your cheeks.

“He’s letting us go,” you repeat, pushing yourself to your feet and holding your bump.

“Really?” You nod, eyes finding the backyard through the kitchen window.

Sarah and Morgan are playing outside with Sam and Wanda.

“What are you gonna do?”

Your heart is so full of confusion, full of pain and hurt.

“I’m gonna go cut the cake, then have a talk with Sarah.” She nods, a small smile on her face.

She heads back outside and you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down before you go out and face Steve’s friends.

You toy with the dainty thing he dropped in your hands before nodding to yourself.

This is what’s right. It’s the right choice for both of you.

You entertain his guests for a few more hours, not wanting to clue them into anything in case they disagree with your decision, with Steve’s.

Only after the presents are given and the cake is almost completely devoured do they finally start to leave.

Wanda helps you tidy up the backyard, writing her phone number down with a soft smile and a whispered ‘if you ever need a friend’.

Everyone bids you goodbye until only Bucky and Nat are left, the metal-armed soldier staring intently at your left hand before a smile spreads across his face.

He surprises you, pulling you into a gentle hug and nodding his head.

“Congratulations, (Y/n).” You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but for some reason, you don’t think it has anything to do with the baby shower.

They leave too, and then you’re virtually alone, Sarah and Morgan asleep upstairs.

After cleaning up every last inch of the house, you head upstairs to go to sleep.

Steve isn’t home until after midnight, long after he lets his tears run dry and his heart stop shattering. It just aches now. Hurts.

He let you go. He really did it.

Deep down he knew this would be the outcome. Either this or your death, but he never wanted to accept it. Refused to admit it to himself.

But seeing Wanda... after all that she’s been through... and she’s still standing strong.

He takes his shoes off and drops his keys on the kitchen counter, freezing in his tracks when he sees the covered plate of cake with his name written on it.

The batter is blue.

A boy.

He’s gonna have a son.

A son that he’ll never get to meet. He’s given you freedom, and he doubts you’ll let him be a part of your child’s life after all that he’s put you through.

He slowly makes his way upstairs, his heart hurting when he sees no sign of your things in the pristine house.

When he pushes open the bedroom door he freezes in his tracks.

There you are, sleeping in his bed. No bags are packed, nothing is out of place, and the dainty diamond ring sits on your finger.

You’ve made your choice, he realizes, his heart jumping for joy in his chest.

He sheds his clothes then climbs into bed with you, wrapping you up in his arms and sighing heavily.

Maybe Wanda was wrong.

Maybe he’ll get his happy ending after all.

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angelicyoongie · 4 years ago

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Out of the Woods (II)

— pairing: wolf hybrid namjoon x human f!reader — genre: fluff, angst, slight smut — word count: 5.5K — warnings: injury, blood, mentions of past abuse — summary: Promising Jihyo that you were going to stay away from your writing for one weekend had been easy in theory, but much harder to actually do once you reached the little cabin the woods. To make matters worse, the only thing that rivals your inability to keep promises is your terrible luck – and after a particularly bad choice leads you to get lost in the mountains, you suppose that it's only karma that you end up face to face with a wolf that looks ready to rip your throat out.

Part I / II / III

You stare at the hand wrapped tightly around yours as the wolf hybrid leads you down the rest of the slope. You can still feel the imprint of his chest against your back, the lingering heat from his body still wrapped around yours. The ghost of his raspy, smooth voice brushing over your ear, his words branded into your chest.

Please don’t leave me.

You wince with each step, the dull pain in your ankle growing harder to ignore. You can see the muscles in his golden arms tense as your step falters, the wolf hybrid’s grip tightening before you can stumble down the last stretch of the incline. He’s keeping your hand almost at height with his shoulders, making it easier for you to borrow some support as you hobble forward.

You keep yourself focused on his hand, on how his long and slender fingers are enveloping yours. They’re a little rough against your skin, but they’re still pretty. Your cheeks are flushed red as you limp forward, but you blame that on the near death experience you just had – and certainly not on the hybrid’s thumb absentmindedly running over your knuckles every few steps. And it’s definitely not because the man in front of you is completely naked. The close proximity means that the expanse of the hybrid’s broad back fills most of your vision, but you’re not willing to take any chances. His body isn’t there for you to ogle at. So, his hand is a good, safe, place for you eyes to latch on to. The hybrid clearly doesn’t have any qualms about his lack of clothes, and it makes you wonder just how long he’s been out here on his own – how long he’s been alone.

You swallow thickly as the ground underneath your feet begins to flatten out, the strain on your ankle becoming a little less painful. You can probably walk on your own now, but it doesn’t seem like the wolf hybrid has any plans of letting you do that, his fingers wrapping even more firmly around yours as you try to let go of his hand. You see a few faint marks on the inside of his wrist, but the angle his hold your hand makes it too difficult to make anything out. If anything, it’s likely just some scratches from the wilderness. You can’t help but notice that one of his gray ears seem to be permanently turned in your direction, only twitching when you let out little huffs of air.

He hasn’t spoken since he uttered those four words – not since he begged you to stay, and the only thing you could think to do was shakily step out of his embrace and ask him to bring you back down. You can’t stay. You're not quite sure why the realization makes you feel so torn. Sure, the hybrid has taken care of you, but you don’t really know him. Hell, you don’t even know his name. But still, your heart stutters painfully as you remember the desperation in his voice, the subdued whine that escaped his lips as you pulled away. The hybrid had only given you a curt nod in response to your request, his back turned to you and hand outstretched before you could even get a good look on his face.

You sneak a quick peek at his profile as he helps you along the path, your breath getting caught in your throat as you catch a glimpse of his strong jaw and oh no, is that a dimple? The wolf hybrid’s silver ears and messy hair compliments his sunkissed skin beautifully, and there is no doubt in your mind that this man must be stunning. Maybe it’s a good thing you haven’t gotten a good look at his face yet, getting weak in the knees sounds like bad plan when you’re already one foot down. You quickly push the thoughts away, turning your attention back to the forest in front of you. You swear something about it looks a little more familiar than before. You only need to hobble through the forest for another few minutes before you realize why.

The wolf hybrid has lead you straight to the lake you and Jihyo passed two days ago, the exact one you were trying to find when you managed to get lost. The weather might be slightly gloomier today, but it still looks absolutely breathtaking as you draw closer. The tension in your shoulders ease up as you realize just how close you are to the cabin, it probably won’t take much longer than an hour to get back even with your throbbing foot. Which is great, but the release of tension also makes you acutely aware of just how irritated your ankle truly is, and it feels like it might break clean off if you don’t get a break soon.

“Can we, uh, rest for a little while? My foot ..” You trail off uncertainly, watching as the hybrid’s head cocks in your direction. He stops in his tracks, ears swivelling around rapidly as he listens to the forest, his grip still tight around yours. He gives you another nod after a few seconds of silence, steering you carefully over to a fallen log. You close your eyes in relief as you sit down, a groan falling from your lips as you finally get the chance to alleviate the pressure on your ankle.

“Thank you,” You murmur, glancing down at your foot as you try to best position to rest it in. You freeze as you see the wolf hybrid’s bare feet out of the corner of your eye, heat creeping up your neck as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in. You’re at eye-level with his dick. There’s no way to look up at him without seeing it, and that’s not something you want to deal with right now.

“Here," You hastily shrug off your windbreaker, offering it out for the hybrid with a grimace, “you can use it to cover up.” Rough fingers brush over your own as the wolf hybrid grabs your jacket, presumably–hopefully–wrapping it around his waist as you keep your eyes firmly on the ground. You don’t dare lift your gaze until the hybrid sinks down on the log next to you with a huff, your heart nearly leaping out of your chest as you find his eyes already locked onto your face.

The wolf hybrid is beautiful. Your lips part open in surprise as you take in his face, the slight pout to his lips and the gentleness in his expression leaving you a little breathless. He looks kind. Sweet. You don’t understand how someone like him could be left out here all alone.

“I-I'm sorry,” The wolf hybrid cowers under your stunned gaze, his ears falling flat against his head. “Should I stay .. wolf? You upset,” His voice is hoarse and pained as he stutters out his words, his lips forming awkwardly around the syllables. The intention behind his words hits you like a slap to the face. He thinks you don’t like his human form, and he’s willing to turn back to not make you upset.

“No!” You blurt, “I mean, I’m uh, not upset. If you want to, please stay in your human form. It’s nice to be able to talk to you.” The wolf hybrid doesn’t quite seem to believe you, his ears pressing even flatter against his head as he shakes his head.

“What’s your name?”

The hybrid's mouth is pressed into a thin line, and for a second you think he might not answer, but then he mutters out a soft, “Namjoon.”

“Namjoon?” You echo, finding you like the way his name rolls off your tongue. The wolf hybrid’s ears perk up at the sound of his name, the bushy tail behind his back doing a startled wag as Namjoon’s eyes find yours. You give him a soft smile, rubbing your hands nervously at your thighs as you finally ask the question that has been burning away at your curiosity for the past few hours.

“Why are you out here all alone?” The muscles in Namjoon's shoulders tense at your question, the warmth in his golden brown eyes hardening into something you can’t quite decipher. The wolf hybrid looks ready to bolt any second, his eyes flickering around the forest as he says, “Ran way .. bad place. No going back.”

You detest that you’re not even surprised, that the mistreatment of hybrids is so common that it has become almost more normal than treating them like actual human beings. The wolf hybrid looks to be your age, maybe even a little older, and it makes your stomach drop to think about just how many years he must’ve spent out here in his animal form for speech to become this hard – for it to become a struggle.

“I’m so sorry Namjoon, it must’ve been hard being all alone up here,” Your fingers twitch against your thigh, resisting the urge to reach out for him.

“Not alone now, have you,” Namjoon’s raspy voice sends a shiver down your spine, the certainty laced with his next word making your heart skip a beat. “Pack.” The wolf hybrid carefully reaches out for your hand, slowly wrapping his fingers around yours as he watches your mind trying to process his words.

You know it normally takes a long time for a hybrid to consider someone, especially humans, to be a part of their pack, so the fact that Namjoon refers to you as his after only a few days leaves you stunned – and a little bit out of your depth. Then again, Namjoon’s situation isn’t exactly normal. Usually hybrids are much more in-tune with both their human and animal side, but from what you can gather, it doesn’t seem like Namjoon has tapped into his humanity in years. It would make sense for his animal instincts to be more dominant, for doubt and hesitation to take a backseat. But still, his pack?

You catch the slight motion as the wolf hybrid’s eyes stray to your neck, the memory hitting you at full force now that you realize the implications behind your actions. In the midst of your panic when you thought Namjoon was going to tear you limb from limb, you had bared you neck. You had submitted. And Namjoon had accepted you. You wince, sucking in a deep breath as unease swirls in your stomach. Even if you weren’t aware of what you were doing at the time, this is still your fault. You really want to fix this whole mess, but you fear that the one thing you can’t do for him, is the only thing the hybrid wants.

“Namjoon,” You hesitate as you feel his tail wag happily against the log, the words feeling heavy on your tongue as you say, “I can’t stay.” A lull falls over the forest as the rhythmic thumping stops, the grip around your hand slackening as the wolf hybrid hangs his head.

He keeps his eyes on the ground as he whispers out a broken, “Don’t go.” You feel your heart ache as you watch him open and close his mouth, the furrow between his brows deepening as he can’t seem to find the words he needs. “Take care of you. Please.” You think it might hurt less if you just let the wolf hybrid rip you to shreds instead, the pained desperation in his voice making you eyes sting.

“I’m sorry,” You mutter, “I need to go home.” The word leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. Home. At the start of your trip you couldn’t wait to return to your apartment, but when you really think about it, have you ever truly considered it home? Sure, you've managed to make it nice and cozy over the last years, but there’s no warmth there, no sense of belonging. Still – you can’t stay here in the mountains.

Namjoon’s ears are pressed flat against his head, his expression turning blank as he withdraws his hand. “Okay,” The wolf hybrid’s jaw is tense as he stares out at the lake, his gaze empty and distant. You ignore the throbbing in your foot as you clamber back up to your feet, taking a few steps forward as you take in the sight of the lake for the last time. The scattered wildflowers don’t seem as charming anymore, and the large body of water suddenly feels more imposing than welcoming. You freeze as Namjoon lets out a low groan, the sound suddenly transforming into a whimper behind your back. You nearly jolt out of your skin as something wet touches your hand, a warm breath spilling across your fingers as you look down. You meet Namjoon’s golden eyes, the wolf letting out a small huff before he nudges your windbreaker closer to your feet. You don’t know why it feels like a defeat that he transformed back, but you can’t shake the hollow feeling in your chest as you thread your fingers into his fur, jacket wrapped around your waist as he leads you back to the cabin.

The wolf’s ears starts to flicker a few minutes before you can pick up Jihyo’s frantic speech in the distance, the dark roof of the cabin coming into view. You’re a little off the trail, the forest much denser around this side of the clearing. Namjoon suddenly halts as he reaches the edge, and you wince from the extra force on your foot as you stumble to catch yourself. The wolf’s tail is tucked between his legs, a pitiful whimper filling the silence as you gently untangle your hand from his fur. You brush it down carefully, already missing the coarse yet soft hairs tickling against your skin as you take a step back.

“Thank you Namjoon,” You swallow around the lump in your throat, forcing your lips into a soft smile as you gaze down at him. The wolf turns his head back to the forest, golden eyes scanning the area before he quickly pushes his head against your hand, guiding your palm over the fur between his ears. Your knees go weak with fondness as you pat his head, the wolf swiping his tongue over the exposed skin of your wrist as you scratch behind his ears. It’s Namjoon that reluctantly pulls away first, his golden eyes soft yet sad as he pushes his snout one last time against your palm. He sits down with a huff, turning his head in the direction of the cabin. The message is clear; he’s not leaving until you are. The goodbye grows and dies in your mouth, your lips refusing to let it slip past as you look down at him. You spare him one last glance, trying to commit as much of him to memory as you can, before you stumble out of the tree line.

It only takes a few steps before you hear Jihyo’s shrill, “Y/n!” and you watch as your friend sprints across the field to meet you. Jihyo knocks into you so hard you nearly topple over, her arms wrapped around your body so tightly you almost fear she’ll squeeze you to death.

“Where were you? What happened? Oh my god, you’re hurt!–” You let Jihyo’s concerned rambling distract you from the empty feeling in your stomach, each step feeling heavier than the last as she helps you walk back to the cabin. You spare one last glance over your shoulder, hoping to maybe see a flash of silver through the trees, but there’s nothing.

Namjoon is gone.

And you’re both alone again.

It was all a rush after you returned. Jihyo had been searching for you night and day, a few of her father’s best employees helping out. The road up to the cabin had been cleared, so instead of having to trek down on your sprained ankle, Jihyo had whisked you away in a car with the destination set for the closest hospital. It took a while before you could collect your thoughts enough to tell her what happened, the words sounding ridiculous even to your own ears as you retold the story.

Jihyo had a deep frown on her face from the hospital to your apartment, uncharacteristically silent as she helped you to your couch. Sinking down on the mountain of plush pillows felt like heaven after sleeping on the ground for two nights, your limbs tired and aching. You really need a shower, but the temptation to rest your foot for an hour is frankly too strong. You watch as Jihyo raids your fridge for drinks and food, the frown not leaving her lips until you’ve stuffed your face with a sandwich.

“Why didn’t you just ask him to come with you?” You nearly choke on a piece of bread at her sudden question, quickly taking a sip of water to chase it down.

“What do you mean?” You croak.

“Well, it’s not like he specifically asked you to stay up in the mountains right? He only asked that you would stay with him. I’m not sure how much I like this, but he did take care of you, and he brought you back safely. If he wanted to hurt you he had many opportunities to do so,” Jihyo purses her lips, her eyes flickering around the room.

"You seem .. smitten. I can remember the last time you looked so fond talking about someone else. It seems like he already considers you to be his pack, so if you want to, I don’t see any harm in asking him to come home with you,” You feel a steady blush rise in your cheeks as Jihyo talks, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of having Namjoon here in your apartment. You couldn’t ..

"It’s not natural or healthy for hybrids to be alone and shifted for such a long time, so you would honestly be doing him a favour. Even if he doesn’t stay with you, he needs to get checked-up.” You find yourself nodding along to Jihyo’s words before you can stop yourself, her eyebrows rising in amusement. She is right, after all. Even if Namjoon doesn’t want to stay, it’s important to make sure he’s healthy. Even you go in for yearly check-ups, and you’re sure it’s been far too long since Namjoon did the same. You have to go back and find him.

“But–” Jihyo presses a finger to your chest, “you’re not going anywhere yet. The doctor said full rest for a week, so that’s what you’re going to do.” She shakes her head before you can protest, giving you a stern look as she says, “You’re in no condition to go after him now, you need to heal up if you want to find him again. I’ve seen enough animal planet to know that wolves have pretty big territories, and you won’t be able to cover that much ground with a sprained ankle.” You sink back down in the couch with a disgruntled sound, hating the fact that she’s completely right. You’ll have to wait until you’ve healed. You just hope it won’t be too late.

“Namjoon?” You wince at the rawness in your throat, your voice ringing through the silent forest. You’ve been out here for hours, but no matter where you go, there’s no sign of the wolf hybrid. You even managed to get back to the little cave Namjoon had brought you to, but that too was completely untouched. The only trail you had is dead. The area you’ve ventured into is much denser and harder to navigate, but you refuse to leave until you find him.

You grumble under your breath as a branch almost whacks you straight in the face, and you push it away with a little more force than necessary as you trek on deeper into the woods. Your ankle has healed up nicely, but there’s still a dull ache from the amount of walking you’re putting yourself through. The sprain wasn’t all that bad; it was mostly just the fact that you kept aggravating it that made it so painful. A week of rest did you wonders, and a little bit of discomfort is a price you’re more than willing to pay if it means you’ll find Namjoon again.

“Namjoon?” You call out again, halting in your tracks as you strain to listen for any sounds out of the ordinary. You let out a sigh at the silence that greets you, shaking your head lightly as you take a step forward. You freeze as your foot connect with the ground, a distant howl echoing through the forest. Namjoon.

You can barely even hear the second howl over the frantic beat of your own heart as you take off, stumbling and tripping over roots and twigs as you run in what you hope is the right direction. The mountain is disorienting at best, but you have no fear of getting lost this time. Jihyo made sure you would be properly prepared.

It’s not until the fourth howl that you realize two things – one, the sound is much closer than you anticipated, and two, it sounds pained. You urge your legs to move faster, your gaze shifting wildly over your surroundings as you call out for him again. You swear you see a flash of silver behind a cluster of trees, and you quickly switch your direction, running straight for what you hope is the wolf hybrid.

“Namjo–” You choke as you skid to a stop, your stomach dropping so fast it leaves you feeling dizzy.

Blood. There’s so much blood. Namjoon’s gray fur is stained with it, the hairs matted and red. You can see the rusted metal of an old bear trap clamped tightly around one of his hind legs, the bone snapped in an awkward angle. Oh god. A pained whine rips you out of your building panic, and the sight of the wolf hybrid attempting to drag himself closer to you despite the trap on his leg finally jolts you back into action.

“No no no, stay still!” You cry as you scramble forward, your stomach doing a dangerous flip as the metallic scent of Namjoon’s blood washes over you. The wolf hybrid is panting as you drop to your knees in front of him, his ears plastered against his skull as he lets out low whimper.

“It-it’s going to be okay,” You hear your voice tremble as you reach out for his head, gently cupping his cheeks between your hands. Namjoon lets the tension in his neck drop the moment you get your hands on him, his head heavy in your hold as you run your fingers over his fur. The wolf hybrid’s body is shaking, his golden eyes barely open as he lets out another whine. You have no idea how many hours he’s been like this, but it’s been too long. He's lost way too much blood.

“You’re going to be fine Namjoon,” You swallow down the bile in your throat as you shuffle around, shifting your hold to gently place his head in your lap. He immediately tries to shuffle closer, not giving up until he’s plastered against your stomach.

“Just, don’t shift, okay? Please don’t shift,” You hastily dig your burrowed phone out of your pocket, vision blurry as you type in Jihyo’s number. Seeing Namjoon’s human form might make it easier to gauge his injuries, but if he shifts while he’s still trapped, you have no doubt it’s just going to tear his leg up even more.

He lets out a whine as you hands leave his fur, his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the pain. The leg that’s trapped doesn’t even twitch, and Namjoon’s body feels horribly cold as you hurry to run your hands over his fur.

“Y/n? Did you find him?” Jihyo’s voice has never sounded more angelic than when she picks up the phone, you body sagging with relief.

“You can track my location, right? It’s Namjoon–” You force down the sob bubbling in your throat as the wolf hybrid whimpers at the sound of his name, the sound soft and weak. “–he’s hurt.”

“Excuse me,” You whip your head up at the sound of someone clearing their throat, a rather frazzled nurse standing in front you. “Are you here with the wolf hybrid? Kim Namjoon?”

“I am. Is something wrong?” You push out of the plastic chair with a wince, ignoring the queasy feeling in your stomach. It’s been hours since you arrived at the hospital, but the image of Namjoon’s blood pooling around his body doesn’t seem to want to let go of you just yet.

“He’s–" The nurse let out a deep sigh, “I think you need to come with me.” She turns on her heel, motioning for you to follow without another word. Oh god, what if he’s dead? The wolf hybrid had been rushed into an emergency operation immediately upon arrival, so there wasn’t much else that you could do than wait. Hope that he would be okay.

You hurry after the nurse, nearly tripping over your own feet at quick speed she keeps as she marches down the hall. You’ve barely managed to catch up when she halts outside a door, an exasperated expression on her face as she says, “We’re keeping him under observation for now and he’s not really supposed to have any visitors yet, but he’s being … difficult.” You jump as something clatters to the ground inside the room, the deep growl hardly even muffled by the closed door.

“He’s a still a little out of it, but not dangerous. You’ll see what I mean,” With that, the nurse pushes the door open, stepping aside to allow you entry into Namjoon’s room. You suck in a breath as you step inside, the floor littered with scattered papers and trays. Namjoon is perched up in bed, a heavy cast around his leg. Whatever they were trying to do, the wolf hybrid obviously wasn’t having it. He’s twisted towards the doctor by his side, the man keeping a good distance from the injured hybrid as he let out another harsh growl. You stare in shock as Namjoon bares his teeth, his posture rigid and tense as he eyes the doctor distrustfully. The doctor notices you before Namjoon does, a soft 'thank god' muttered under his breath as he waves for you to come closer.

“Hey Namjoon,” The wolf hybrids nose wrinkles just as your soft voice carries across the room, his ears springing up on his head as he shifts his attention to you.

“Y/n,” Namjoon’s eyes light up as he catches sight of you, his hands practically tearing up the bed sheets as he tries to untangle himself. The action feels awfully familiar to when he tried to drag himself closer despite the bear trap, and you have no intention of watching him trying to walk on his broken leg.

“I thought I told you to stop moving,” You rush forward before he can get himself fully out of bed, pushing him back with a firm shove to his chest. Namjoon falls back without protest, his wide eyes scanning over your face as a loopy smile blooms on his lips.

“Sorry,” He rasps as he engulfs your hand with his, keeping it tucked securely against his body. You can feel the steady thrum of his heart against your palm, beating in rhythm with the soft beeps from the monitor he’s hooked up to.

“We were trying to explain to Mr. Kim that we need to do some tests, but he doesn’t quite seem to share the same sentiment,” The doctor glances back towards the door as a the nurse brings in a new tray of equipment, a weary frown on his face as he picks up a shot. The growl builds in Namjoon’s throat so fast you nearly jump out of your skin, the hold he has around your hand feels like he’s two seconds away from snapping it in half.

“It’s okay, it’s just some standard shots,” You hesitantly bring your hand up to his face, slowly turning his head back in your direction.

“You haven’t had check-ups in a while right?” The wolf hybrid shakes his head, his ears twitching as his attention flickers back and fourth between you and the doctor. “It’s just to make sure you stay healthy.” Namjoon nuzzles against your hand with a soft whimper as you run your thumb along his cheek.

“Makes me feel .. bad. Sleepy,” Namjoon’s speech seems to flow a little easier than it did a week ago, but the struggle to find the right words is still there, his brows furrowing in concentration as he whispers, "Don’t like it.”

You swallow thickly, your stomach in knots as you ask, “Did your owner give you those? The shots that made you sleepy?” The wolf hybrid makes a low sound of agreement, his ears turning back. The marks on his wrist you couldn’t figure out, they’re needle marks. You’ve heard of it before, how some owners would drug their more exotic hybrids to keep them calm and docile – to silence the part of their genetics that make them so unique. You glance down at Namjoon, the wolf hybrid staring up at you with so much vulnerability and trust that the thought of someone taking advantage of that it makes you feel ill.

“These won’t make you feel that way, I promise.” You muster up the warmest smile you can manage as you peek over at the doctor, a silent plea in your eyes.

“Oh! Don’t worry Mr. Kim, there are no side effects to these shots. You’ll hardly even notice it,” The doctor quickly adds as he takes a careful step forward. Namjoon lets out a slow breath, golden eyes finding yours and his tail draping across his lap as he grumbles out a hesitant “Okay.”

“–All done!” You can see the doctor’s shoulders visibly drop as he finally gets the chance to move back, obviously relieved to put some distance between himself and Namjoon. “I’ll be back later to check on your leg and make sure everything is okay.” The sour expression on Namjoon’s face softens as the doctor hurries out the door, the grip around your hand loosening slightly as it clicks shut behind him.

“May I speak with you outside alone for a minute, miss?” You look up at the nurse as she finishes placing a band-aid on Namjoon’s arm, the empty shots rolling around in the tray as she picks it up.

“Oh, sure,” Namjoon lets out a whine as you try to step away, lips formed into a soft pout as you gently extract your hand from his grip. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back,” You give his shoulder a squeeze before you follow the nurse out, shooting Namjoon what you hope is a comforting smile over your shoulder. The wolf hybrid keeps his eyes trained on you as you leave, his distressed gaze still burning into your back as you close the door behind you. You only take a few steps down the hall before the nurse turns to face you, her expression troubled as she looks you up and down, “I take it he’s not your hybrid?”

“No, he’s not,” You quickly shake your head. “I came across him up in the mountains. He said he ran away from his old owner, and that it was a ‘bad place’. I’m pretty sure it must’ve been a couple of years at least,” You wince. The nurse nods, her gaze shifting around the busy hallway as she thinks.

“I’ll have someone look into it. We need to settle his hospital bills, and only his legal owner can do that.” She must see the way your face drops, because she quickly adds, “I could tell from his old scars that he’s likely been abused. Even if we find his owner, they’re not going to be allowed to take him home. It’ll be looked into.”

“Right, thanks.” You muster up a weak smile. You know how these things go. Even if there’s an investigation, the police are too easy to buy off. There are frankly too many cases like Namjoon’s, and too few cops that actually treat their abuse seriously.

“Can I stay with him until his owner shows up?”

“It’s a little unorthodox, but yes, you can. I don’t think he’ll actually stay inside his room if you don’t.” The nurse lets out a huff, a flash of amusement in her eyes as she waves for you to go back inside. “I’ll let you know once we figure it out, it shouldn’t take too long.”

“Thank you.”

Turning to face Namjoon’s door, you try to shake off the anxious feeling festering in your stomach. You’re not going to let him go back to his old owner. You’re honestly not even sure how you’ve managed to grow attached so quickly, but there’s just something about the wolf hybrid that makes you ready to fight tooth and nail for his safety and happiness – even if it means he won’t find it with you.

a/n: ahah heyy ... let's just ignore that it took me two months to update this, okay? thank you aksjsk. i decided to split the last part into two, to give myself more time to write a little bit of extra fluff (and smut)! so the third and final part is hopefully coming next week, but if not, it will at least be posted by the end of november. namjoon's speech will get better in the next part and we will learn more about him + his and y/n's relationship will grow! if you like the story then please drop me a reblog/comment, that would mean the world to me! (ps. this story has no tag list!)

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The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 32

Original Title: 二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 32 - This Venerable One is Coaxing You, It's Alright

Through the heavy lotus leaves, Mo Ran reacted like he had been struck by lightning. He was frozen in shock, all the conflicting feelings in his heart going wild, his expression unable to hide his emotions.

Shock, anger, bitter jealousy, irritation; all burst in him like fireworks. He moved his lips but was so angry, he couldn't even get a word out. He didn't even know what he was angry about. There was only one thought going through his head --

This Venerable One has slept with this guy. You think you're worthy enough to touch him?

Chu Wanning, you arrogant, egotistical, lewd slut! You, I can't believe you . . .

He didn't react at all. In this life, Chu Wanning didn't have the slightest passion or desire to engage with him. In an instant, something in his mind snapped.

All in all, it had been more than ten years, a lifetime, from birth until death.

When he was in his right mind, he was able to play it off easily, pretending to be calm.

But under the circumstances, his thoughts were chaotic and the truth was revealed. He still subconsciously believed that Chu Wanning belonged to him. Even now, he realized that he could even remember the taste of Chu Wanning's lips when they kissed . . . not to mention their desire-fueled, lustful interaction and passionate sex.

It was something that he didn't dare think about after he was reborn.

Until he saw Chu Wanning's naked back, saw that familiar figure, - broad shoulders and long legs, tight muscles, thin and powerful waist - immersed in the clear water.

These things that he had deliberately avoided, the lingering feeling he tried to forget, burst through his mind and swept away any resolve.

Mo Ran's mind went blank.

. . . This body made him react.

And it was a strong reaction that couldn't be contained at all. Just looking at it, a fire burned in his belly.

When he came back to his senses, he angrily shouted: "Chu Wanning!"

Chu Wanning actually ignored him.

The two people on either side of him held his shoulders. Steam rose from the lotus pond making it hard to discern the specific identity of the two people. But they are very close together, the distance between them dubiously close.

Mo Ran cursed. He plopped into the lotus pond and waded towards Chu Wanning—when he got closer, he realized —

I-It was actually two mecha men made of metal and redwood!

Even worse, they seemed to be taking advantage of the spiritual energy of the lotus pond water, channelling that energy into Chu Waning. Mo Ran, foolishly jumping into the water, had completely broken the spiritual energy flow . . .

He didn't know what kind of array Chu Wanning was using. He was unconscious, supported by the golden light coming from the metal palms of the two mechs. Those rays kept surging upward and converged on the wound on his shoulder, clearly healing it.

Mo Ran's intrusion caused the golden light to quickly dissipate. What was even more unexpected was that the array actually started to undo!

As the golden light dissipated, Chu Wanning's wounds began to rapidly spread. He frowned, stifling a grunt, and coughed out a mouthful of blood. Immediately, all the scars on his body began to tear open. The blood spilled out like smoke, seeping across the flower pool in an instant.

Mo Ran froze.

This was Chu Wanning's "Flower Spirit Sacrifice Technique"!

He realized that he might . . . be in trouble . . .

Chu Wanning's spiritual flow is a dual system of metal and wood. The metal energy was like "Tianwen", focusing on attack and defence. The redwood energy was used for healing.

Flower Spirit Sacrifice was one of those healing techniques. Chu Wanning could gather the spirits of hundreds of flowers to heal wounds. However, during the process, no other people should enter the array, otherwise, the spirits would scatter. Instead of healing, it would exacerbate the injury. In serious cases, Chu Wanning's spiritual core would most likely be snatched up by the spirits of the flowers.

Fortunately, Mo Ran had dabbled with the Flower Spirit Sacrifice Technique in his previous life and immediately severed the energy flow from the spirits. Chu Wanning, who had lost the support of the array, fell down and was steadily held by Mo Ran.

The unconscious shizun's face was pale, his lips blue, and his body was as cold as ice.

Mo Ran dragged him onto the shore. It was too dark out to see anything else. He half-held, half-dragged Chu Wanning back to his bedroom and lay him on the bed.

"Shizun? Shizun!"

After calling for him several times, there wasn't even the slightest tremble in Chu Wanning's eyelashes. Other than the slight rise in his chest, he looked dead.

Seeing Chu Wanning in this state reminded Mo Ran of his past life.

Inexplicably, his throat constricted and his heart raced.

In the last life, there were two people who died in Mo Ran's arms.

Shi Mei and Chu Wanning.

The two of them, one the love he had endlessly longed for, the other an enemy he had been entangled with all his life.

After Shi Mei was gone, Mo Weiyu ceased to exist in the world.

After Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran didn't know. He only remembered that, on that day, he guarded the person in his arms as he grew cold. He didn't cry, he didn't laugh; joy and sadness became out of reach.

After Chu Wanning was gone, Mo Weiyu no longer knew what the world was.

The lights were bright, illuminating Chu Wanning's exposed upper body.

Yuheng of the Evening Sky typically wore tight clothing. His overlapping collar was folded tight and high, and his waistband was wrapped around his waist three times, proper and simple.

Therefore, no one had seen how injured his body was after two hundred strikes . . .

That day, while he was being punished in the Court of Discipline, Mo Ran saw the beating wounds on Chu Wanning's back with his own eyes. At that time, he only knew that it was bloody and extremely grotesque. But then he saw that Chu Wanning walking around like normal and thought that he probably hadn't been hurt that badly.

Only at this moment did he realize that Chu Wanning's injuries were far more serious than he had imagined.

The five holes left by the Master of Ceremonies Ghost had fully reopened, the deepest of the holes even exposing some bone.

Chu Wanning probably didn't let anyone help reapply the medicine. He did it all by himself. The ointment was unevenly applied, and some places that he couldn't reach were inflamed and ulcerated.

Not to mention the bruises from the cane. They covered his entire back, almost no skin left unmarred. Plus, with the backlash from the array, now Chu Wanning's wounds were all torn open, blood flowing, staining the sheets underneath him.

If he didn’t witness it with his own eyes, Mo Ran wouldn't have believed that the person who insisted on wiping the bridge pillars and opening a huge rain-blocking barrier for the disciples was the person in front of him - this kind of serious injury could be classified as "debilitating".

If Chu Wanning hadn't lost consciousness, Mo Ran really wanted to grab him by the collar and ask him——

Chu Wanning, are you really that prideful?

If you bow your head and give in, who will stop you? Why do you have to be so stubborn? You're an adult. Why don't you know how to take care of yourself and treat yourself better?

Why are you so reluctant to ask others to help treat your wounds?

Why would you rather have two mechs help you with a healing array rather than ask for help?

Chu Wanning, you're delusional!!

Are you that stubborn?

He cursed to himself while he quickly tapped some acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Then he fetched some hot water and wiped away the bloodstains on Chu Wanning's back . . .

The sharp knife was quenched and cut off the flesh that had completely festered.

For the first time, Chu Wanning groaned in pain, and his body jerking subconsciously. Mo Ran held him down, irritated: "What are you moaning for? Haven't been fucked recently? If you make any more noise, I'll stab you straight in the chest. If you die, it won't hurt anymore! It'll all be over!"

It was only at a time like this that Mo Ran could reveal his violent nature and scream at him like he did in his previous life.

But there were too many places where the wound was white and rotting. He gradually cleaned it while Chu Wanning was muttering and panting.

Even if he was unconscious, he worked hard to suppress his discomfort. He didn't shout or cry out in pain, simply covered in a layer of cold sweat. His body, which had just been wiped clean, was soaked in sweat again.

After working for almost an hour, he had finally applied the medicine and bandaged the wound.

Mo Ran helped Chu Wanning into some clothes and grabbed a thick blanket to cover the fevered shizun. He breathed a sigh of relief. Remembering that Madam Wang mixed medicine was still sealed in the paper bag, he took some boiling water and brewed a bowl of medicine, bringing it to Chu Wanning's bedside.

"Come on, take the medicine."

He picked up the sleeping person with one hand, letting him lean on his shoulder, and spooned the tonic with the other hand. He blew it and tried a sip first.

Mo Ran immediately frowned, his face screwed up: "Damn it, it's that bitter?" But he still let it cool and feed it to Chu Wanning.

Inevitably, after just half a spoonful, Chu Wanning couldn't stand it. He choked and coughed, spitting out the concoction, most of which splashed on Mo Ran's clothes.

Mo Ran: ". . ."

He knew that Chu Wanning didn't like anything bitter. He was almost afraid of it.

But if he was in his normal state of mind, the stubborn Elder Yuheng would definitely push through his disgust, swallowing the medicine in one swig. At most his face might pucker afterwards and he'd secretly eat a piece of candy.

Unfortunately, Chu Wanning was currently unconscious.

Mo Ran couldn't help it. It's not good to lose your temper with someone who's unconscious so you have to be patient and feed him small sips. From time to time, you have to use a handkerchief to wipe the tonic from the corner of his mouth.

This wasn't a difficult chance for Mo Ran. After all, in his previous life, for a while, he regularly had to feed Chu Wanning. At that time, Chu Wanning resisted, and Mo Ran slapped him in the face. Then he'd grab his chin and roughly kiss him, his tongue rushing in, blood flowing . . .

He didn't dare think too deeply about it. The last few spoonfuls Mo Ran fed him were a bit sloppy, almost half of them coughed up by Chu Wanning. Then he put the man to bed, Chu Wanning harshly twisted the covers.

"I'm so kind. Don't kick the blankets off, you'll get a fever. If you're not careful, you'll catch a cold again . . ."

Halfway through his rant, he suddenly lost his temper and kicked the leg of the bed.

"Forget it. What do I care if you catch a cold? I hope you get sicker and sicker and die.""

After speaking, he turned and left.

When he reached the door, he felt a tug in his heart and couldn't ignore it. So he turned back, thought about it, and put out the candle for him. Then he left again.

This time he walked to the edge of Red Lotus Pond. Looking at the increasingly beautiful water lilies that had been dyed with Chu Wanning's blood, the annoyance in his chest only grew.

He was annoyed but still returned to the bedroom.

He stiffly walked around the room like a rusty and ageing mecha before he finally reluctantly stood next to Chu Wanning's bed.

The moonlight peaked in from the half-open bamboo window, the silver glow fanning across Chu Wanning's handsome face.

His lips were pale, and his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

Mo Ran hesitated and closed the window for him. It was very humid overnight. Sleeping with the windows open at night was always bad for a person. After doing this, Mo Ran inwardly cursed:

Just walked through the door and leave, you damned dog!

So, just as he walked to the door, with a bang, Chu Wanning actually kicked the blanket off.

Mo Ran: ". . ."

How could this person's habit of kicking the covers off the bed be changed?

In order not to be a dog, the sixteen-year-old Emperor TaXian had the backbone to ignore it and walk away.

He was true to his word and would never walk through that door!

A few moments later.

-- The wise and powerful emperor opened the window and tumbled in.

He picked the blanket up off the floor and covered Chu Wanning again. Mo Ran listened to Chu Wanning's soft painful groan. He twitched. Watching him curl up in the corner of the bed, no longer looking even half as fierce as he normally did.

His lips were cursing that he "deserved it", but, out of his compassion, he still started moving.

He sat by Chu Wanning's bedside and stood guard. He wouldn't let him kick the blanket off again.

It was late at night. After an exhausting day, Mo Ran couldn't keep his eyes open. His head slowly nodded down and he fell asleep.

It wasn't a good sleep. Chu Wanning kept tossing and turning. In his sleepy state, Mo Ran seemed to have heard him humming lowly.

Through his drowsiness and restful sleep, Mo Ran could barely distinguish between what was day or night. Somehow it had become natural to lie next to Chu Wanning and hold his twitching and trembling figure. He squinted his sleepy eyes, subconsciously stroking his back. He held the person in his arms and muttered softly in his sleep: "It's alright, it's alright. It doesn't hurt . . . It doesn't hurt . . ."

Mo Ran fell asleep, murmuring, as if he had returned to the Life-Death Peak of his previous life, back to the desolate and empty Wushan Hall.

Since Chu Wanning died, no one had slept beside him.

Even if their intimacy was bred out of hatred, those days after days spent in the cold made him think of nothing but his heartache, like ten thousand ants were devouring his heart.

But when he thought about it again, Chu Wanning couldn't come back.

He lost the last flame in his life.

On this night, Mo Ran embraced Chu Wanning, half-asleep and half-dreaming. One moment it was clear that he was living a new life, and in another, it was like it had been way back then.

He suddenly couldn't bear to open his eyes for fear that he would wake up tomorrow to an empty pillow and cold sheets. He was the only one left in a long life in this uncertain world.

He undoubtedly hated Chu Wanning.

However, when he held this person in his arms, the corners of his eyes grew a little moist.

He was the thirty-two-year-old Emperor TaXian, holding the warmth that he thought he would never find again.

"Wanning, it doesn't hurt anymore . . ."

His mind was hazy. Like before he had been reborn, Mo Ran stroked the hair of the person in his arms, muttering softly, unconsciously blurting out such a tender line.

He was so sleepy that he didn't even realize what he had said or what he had called the other. He spoke the words without any thought. They had just slipped out naturally. Mo Ran's breathing evened out and he plunged into an even deeper sleep.

Early the next morning, Chu Wanning's eyelashes fluttered and he leisurely awoke.

He had a strong cultivation base and the high fever that he had gotten overnight was already gone.

Chu Wanning drowsily opened his eyes, his mind still a bit fuzzy. He was about to get up but suddenly realized that someone was lying in the same bed as him.

. . . Mo-Mo Weiyu???

His shock wasn't something trivial. The colour drained from Chu Wanning's face. He couldn't remember what happened last night. What's worse, his movements had woken up Mo Ran.

The young man yawned. With a smooth and delicate face with a healthy blush that was typical of a sound sleep, he raised his confused eyes. He glanced at Chu Wanning lightly, and languidly said: "Ah . . . let me sleep a while longer . . . Since you're awake, go and cook me a bowl of preserved egg and pork congee . . ."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

What was all this nonsense? Was he talking in his sleep?

Mo Ran was still out of it. Seeing that Chu Wanning didn't move, nor did he urge others to get up to cook the congee, he lazily smiled. He stretched out his hand and lowered Chu Wanning’s face, giving him a familiar kiss on the lips.

"It's okay, you don't have to get up. I just had a nightmare. In my dream . . . ah . . . nevermind." He sighed and embraced the man who had become completely lifeless and stiff. His chin rubbed against the hair of the person in his arms. He muttered, "Chu Wanning, let me hold you again."

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sukirichi · 4 years ago

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golden days

GOLDEN DAYS ; what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy

NOTE. kita shinsuke is amazing. he’s perfect. yeah, that’s it. i love him.

[THE FIRST MEETING.]

“I look forward to working with you!” You bow deep as a greeting, hands trembling as they wrap around the test packets. You’ve recently been appointed as the class assistant to help him balance his duties, whatnot being class president and captain of the volleyball team and whatnot. Kita Shinsuke is one of the most impressive students in your school without a doubt, and to be chosen as his assistant, the pressure is quite closing to choking you.

Gosh, you haven’t even ironed your vest down today.

With a grimace, you pat your skirt down in hopes to make yourself more presentable when he hums, silently taking the heavy stack of papers from you.

“I look forward to working with you as well,” his voice is smooth, cool, and gentle like going to a sunny beach on a cold day. It’s both chilling and warming at the same time, and you stare up at him with wide eyes. “Follow me. I’ll help you take this to the faculty room.”

“Oh, y-yes!”

You don’t miss the way he carries more packets compared to your load, but he doesn’t mind. Years of playing volleyball definitely gained him some strength in those muscles. Unable to help it, your lips tug upwards in a smile as you fall into step beside him, feeling weirdly giddy that he doesn’t seem to be that scary, after all. You both keep to yourselves all the way there, a comfortable silence stretching over.

Usually, you prefer noise filling in the gaps to avoid awkward moments, but with Kita, its appreciated, peaceful even. You welcome it wholeheartedly, that warm blossoming feeling erupting all over your chest even as you made it back to your classroom.

You fidget at the doorframe, wondering if you should say thank you or see you at the meeting after class, hands fiddled with one another while your eyebrows pinch together.

What can you say to Kita Shinsuke?

He beats you to it as he passes you by, his hands faintly grazing against the pads of your knuckles as he tries to fit himself through the door with your body blocking his way. “Thank you,” Kita nods politely, “I’ll talk to you later again in the meeting.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” you stammer, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Could it just be you, or was there a spark of electricity when his skin came into contact with yours?

[THE FIRST STUDY SESSION.]

“Ugh,” you groan before falling onto the book right in front of you. Kita sits next to you, completely unbothered as he keeps studying his notes, his focus as unwavering as him. “Kita, I don’t understand a single thing.”

“Hmm, which part don’t you get?”

Your groan grows louder as you turn your head to the side, about to complain that proverbs just weren’t your thing, only to stop and flush heated. Kita’s leaned closer to you, unbothered by the lack of space or the fact that he’s close enough you could count his lashes, both bottom and top row. His eyes skim over the messy scrawls of your notebook, humming to himself before nodding.

“That one’s easy. I can teach you that,” Kita scoots closer, his pen spinning in his pretty fingers before he sees your quivering lips, cheek bitten inside your mouth. “What’s wrong?”

Of course he doesn’t know!

“Nothing at all!” you sit back up, spine straight and clearing your throat awkwardly. You make sure to keep your gaze averted from his the whole time, nails dug into your skirt as you pray to whoever diving being that he won’t get to hear the pumping of your heart in this proximity. “Oh yeah, I don’t understand this part. You get it though, don’t you?” That’s a rhetorical question – what exactly didn’t Kita know? – you can’t help yourself from asking just to hide your nervousness.

“Yes. It should be easy. Now, take a look at this passage…”

Although it’s your idea to join the volleyball captain the moment you saw him studying by himself in the library, you found to regret it afterwards. You couldn’t focus on a single thing at all, not when his fingers are so slender and pretty as they point to words blurring over the paper, his scent both calming and intoxicating.

You offer mindless nods every now and then, though his words enter one ear and out into the other. Minutes pass – maybe it’s even been an hour – you don’t really know.

Kita closes your books shut with a sigh, a sound he only makes when really tired. You panic and ready yourself to apologize for being such a burden when Kita closes his eyes, his chuckles soft and a little teasing as he shakes his head. “You didn’t understand a single thing, did you?”

Caught red handed.

There’s no point lying now that he’s easily seen through you, and your shoulders deflate, head ducked in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I was just distracted.”

“I know,” although his voice is nonchalant as ever, Kita is hiding a smirk and blushing cheeks behind the palm of his hand. He reaches over to get another book, English this time around; a subject you’re better at than he is, as a silent way of saying now it’s your turn to teach him. “Next time, focus on the lesson instead of staring my face, yeah?”

[THE FIRST HAND HOLDING.]

Life has been so sweet and golden ever since you and Kita started dating.

It’s honestly still so hard to fathom that Kita actually likes you – likes you enough to date you! Steam is pouring out your ears and your lips won’t stop shaking as you fight back a smile, in complete disbelief that Kita is walking right beside you, handsome and sweet as ever as you guys go out on your first date. He’s been the one to ask you out but lets you choose where you want to go anyway, but being the flustered, nervous mess you are, you just blurt that a walk in the park is nice.

You snicker at yourself while the memory replays. Walk in the park? What are you two, dogs?

Just thinking about makes you turn your head to the side, chin planted on your shoulder as you grimace. Kita doesn’t seem too bothered, but then again, he’s always been hard to read.

You gasp a little when Kita suddenly holds your shoulders, blinking rapidly as he switches positions with you. His face is blank, nodding once upon seeing you’re on the other side of the sidewalk now while he’s closer to the road. It’s such a respectful, polite act that isn’t even romantic at all, but you can’t help but smile anyway, giggling to yourself while Kita shoves his hands down his pockets.

“Something funny?”

“Nope,” you say with the ‘p’ popping, “Nothing at all.”

He raises a brow in question, but doesn’t pry further. You’re swinging your arms side to side, perhaps a little too giddy that you’re with him until your hand is rendered motionless. Brows furrowing, your gaze lands on the sudden warmth spreading all over you.

Kita is holding your hand, his thumb gently forming circles over yours.

If you were feeling giddy before, your eyes are pumping heart eyes now. It dawns on you that your hands are shaking and embarrassingly sweaty, soft against his rough ones, and you try to pull away to rub the sweat onto your skirt. Kita doesn’t give you the chance and tugs you closer instead until your forehead knocks onto his shoulder, making the docile guy snicker.

“Something funny?” you taunt this time around, using your other hand to rub at your sore forehead. He’s a lot muscular and firmer than you thought, making you look like a soft marshmallow in comparison. You don’t hate it though – if anything, it just makes you happier.

Kita notices this written all over your face as he smiles, leaning close until he’s looking at you in eye-level. “Nope,” he repeats, “Nothing at all.”

[THE FIRST KISS.]

Your hands are gripping Kita’s jacket so hard you fear you’ll break it. His hands are gentle and tender as they grip your waist, his little sighs into your lips enough to break you. Your eyes are shut tight, warm lips above his moving cautiously as to not weird him out even though he’s the first one that leaned in.

In your nervousness, your knee beside his body slips farther to the side until you’re falling from his grasp. You gasp at the sliding sensation as you pull away from Kita, hands clutching his clothes while you fall.

Kita, fast and careful as ever, simply places a solid hand flat at your back, wasting no time to bring you back into his lips again. This time around, he’s no longer soft, dominant even as he places you firmly above his lap, hands strong and wrapped around your waist.

You moan when Kita slips his tongue in, tasting the strawberry lollipop you were sucking earlier, the sweetness of it earning you a low groan from him as a reward.

At this point, your heart is about to combust. His hands are everywhere, lips and tongue tasting every inch and spot of yours like he’s been dying to have a taste this whole time. Your confidence grows the longer and harder he kisses you, hands moving up to his shoulders then to his jaw, cupping his face to press your lips harder against his.

Kita smiles into the lip-locking, bending his head sideways to kiss you deeper, his large hand now lingering at the back of your head. Faster than you would like, Kita pulls away, his eyes hazy with something unreadable – something different than what you usually see from him.

His lips are red and moist, and you breathe harder at the thought that your usual composed boyfriend is tethering at the edges because of you.

It makes you wonder just what else you could do to fluster him and bring out more different sides of him, but as always, Kita is one step ahead of you, your recent thoughts an old and never-ending plan of his.

“I love you,” he blurts out, rendering you speechless one more time. When you groan in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest, Kita laughs, the sound a heart warming one as if he isn’t enjoying how fun it is to tease you. Nevertheless, he only tightens his hold around you, pushing you over the edge again and prompting your heart to do unhealthy back flips the moment he kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

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little-diable · 4 years ago

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Breaking the law - Draco Malfoy (smut)

Request by anon: will u write draco ✨spice✨ w prompt 13, 17, 25, 26, 27 he has a innocent girl kink

Hi lovie, sorry for the wait. This is probably one of my favorite Draco smuts I’ve ever written. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: breaking laws isn’t part of the readers nature, but a lazy mistake lets her tumble into Malfoy’s arms late at night, having to protect her from Umbridges rules.

Warning: this is filthy, spanking, unprotected sex, good girl kink

(Credit to gif owner)

“Well what do we have here?”, Draco’s voice echoed through the hallway, making (y/n) freeze, books pressed against her chest, (y/e/c) eyes closed, mumbling a small “oh no”. Draco stepped closer to her, by now he could smell her sweet perfume, the scent, that would engulf him late at night as his mind would begin to wander.

“Isn’t it past your curfew love?”, she wouldn’t turn towards him, too scared to be dragged into Umbridges office, she had never broken a rule before, she was the definition of a good girl, in any way.

“I’m sorry”, her breath hitched in her chest, trembling hands tightly holding onto her books, she could feel him near, his front was just about to touch her back. “Malfoy”, Umbridges voice made both of them exhale, he grasped her hand, interlacing his fingers with her, “let me do the talking, will you?”. Her mind was racing, focused on his soft hands, how he calmly traced her skin with his thumb, squeezing her hand, reassuring her that he’d cover for her.

Draco smiled at Umbridge, the lady was completely dressed in pink, just as usual, staring at the couple with a quirked eyebrow, arms crossed in front of her chest, “shouldn’t you be in bed, (y/l/n)?”.

(Y/n) visibly gulped, cursing herself for being that stupid, she had been hiding away in the library, exploring another fictional world she wished to be a part of, forgetting all about the curfew and the pink devil. She didn’t truly hear what Draco was telling Umbridge, too distracted by his calm aura and the way he kept holding onto her.

“Well, if you say so, off you go”, the woman shook her head, clicking her tongue as she turned away from them, not noticing the sly smirk that tugged on Dracos lips. “How-what?”, (y/n) stuttered, following him down the hallway, he tilted his head from left to right before he pushed her against the wall.

A gasp spilled from her lips, she was sure that he could hear her heart rapidly beating, biting her lip, eyes following his, “don’t worry love, I’ll never stop breaking the law for you”, he pressed a kiss to the spot underneath her ear.

She had always wondered what it would feel like to be that close to him, to the prince of Slytherin, to the boy she would dream about at night. Draco ran his thumb across her lower lip, eyes finding hers, slowly he moved his head closer, lips almost touching, she could feel his hot breath on her skin, letting go of her books as he kissed her. Their lips moved in synch, hands grasping each other's sides, getting lost in each other's taste, finally.

“Come on”, Draco didn’t want to ever stop kissing her, to explore her body like he had wanted to do so for ages, he pulled her towards his bedroom, hiding her away from the other students. The moment they stepped into his room he reattached his lips to hers, hand wandering underneath her sweater, fingertips dancing across her soft skin. “Draco”, she mumbled his name, hands fisting the fabric of his shirt, pressing her thighs together, trying to forget about her pulsing clit.

His deep chuckle rumbled through him, hand tangled in her (y/h/c) hair, twirling around some loose strands between his fingers. Draco kissed his way down her throat, his trousers were getting tighter and tighter, pressing his bulge against her middle, obsessed with the sound of her moans. With trembling hands she unbuttoned his shirt, eyes set on his chest, god he was beautiful. Her hungry gaze made his length twitch, growling as he tugged her sweater over her head, blouse following shortly after.

(Y/n)s boobs were hidden away by the lacy material of her bra, he ran his thumb across it, squeezing her nipples, desperate for more. Her emotions were all over the place, she had done this before with boys, that didn’t really bother her much, an experience she wanted to get over and done with, but with Draco it was different, completely different. She wanted him to explore her body, to touch her where she’d touch herself to the thought of him, to wreck her, destroying her for anybody else she’d ever be with.

“Onto your knees, be a good girl for me”, his raspy voice shot shivers up her spine, dropping onto her knees, following his every command. She couldn’t take her eyes off his entrancing ones, unzipping his trousers, biting her lip as her eyes fell upon his hard length, tongue licking from his base to the tip, picking up the drops of precum, moaning from the taste.

Draco had always been mesmerized by her, her innocent nature brought the most sinful thoughts upon him, eyes perfectly harmonizing with the colour of her house, (y/h/c) hair rounding up her features.

Moan after moan rumbled through him, praying that she wouldn’t stop anytime soon, obsessed with the way she twirled her tongue, cheeks hallowed, swallowing him as he reached the back of her throat. But eventually he pulled out of her mouth, pulling her onto her feet, pushing her down on his bed, oh he’d have his fun with her.

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven't you?”, she stared at him with wide eyes, wondering what he was talking about, “sneaking around the castle, after the curfew, I think that calls for a punishment”, he ran his hand up to her features, cupping her flushed cheek, his cold ring pressed against her skin, bright eyes teasing her.

He quickly grasped her sides and flipped her onto her front, ass high in the air, short skirt exposing her skin. Draco couldn’t wait to burn his handprint into her skin, marking her for the next few days, reminding her of the things he was about to do.

“Such a bad girl, going against the rules”, he mumbled, hand pressed against her behind, kneading her skin, her heart was racing, hands holding onto the pillow she had her face pressed into, deeply exhaling. Draco slapped his palm against her skin, spanking her with all his strength, not going easy on her.

Her first instinct was to move away from him, a cry rumbled through her, lips parted, “don’t move, I won’t hesitate with taking it up to 20”, the words made her gulp, trying to calm herself down. Draco gave it a few seconds till he started once again, snapping his palm against her behind, skin bruised as he finished after 10 more slaps.

Tears stained his pillow, glistering on her cheek as he pulled her off the fabric, behind pushed against his naked chest. He pressed a few kisses to the back of her neck, arm sneaking around her waist, hand moving between her thighs, teasing the soaked through fabric of her panties.

“Relax”, he murmured, Draco unclasped her bra, cupping her boobs from behind, eyes staring down on her, “so gorgeous”. Her head fell against his shoulder, eyes squeezed shut, hands grasping his forearms, “Draco”, she moaned his name, “more”, (y/n) panted.

He gave her some space to fall against the mattress, back pressed against the soft material, eyes watching him tug down her skirt and panties in one move. Her walls were dripping, aching for his touch, he dipped his head down, pressing a kiss to her pulsing clit, fingers teasing her entrance.

Draco pushed two fingers into her heat, she arched her back, hands finding his silvery hair, tugging on the roots, desperately holding onto him. The prince of Slytherin knew exactly where to touch her, where to kiss and lick, hot breath crashing against her skin, goosebumps began to appear, making a smirk tug on his lips.

He moved up her body, hovering above her, lips meeting hers, he grasped his length, coating his tip with her arousal before he pushed into her, spreading her walls around his length.

(Y/n) had to squeeze her eyes shut, he was bigger than anybody she had ever been with, nails clawing into his skin, trying to drown out the feeling of her burning walls. Draco gave her a few moments to adjust, stroking some strands of her hair out of her face, admiring every inch of her features.

Slowly he pulled out of her, pushing all in once again, repeating the motion till a few moans spilled out of her, telling him that he could begin to build up his pace. ”Such a good girl for me”, the words made her smile.

It seemed as if she had forgotten that they were still in Hogwarts, surrounded by other chambers, loud moans rumbled through her, squealing his name as he teased all the right spots. “Are you that needy? Don’t you care about them hearing you scream my name?”, Draco growled, high on her taste, on her scent and the way she clenched her walls around his member. She shook her head, eyes finding his, Draco placed his hand over her mouth, toning down the volume of her sounds, smirking as her hot breath crashed against his palm.

A few spots appeared in her vision, she wouldn’t last much longer, after months of admiring him, praying that he’d touch her like that almost every night, it was too much, her emotions were getting the best of her. Draco could tell that she would tumble over the edge any moment now, he pressed his thumb against her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves, eyes not leaving hers once. “Let go love”, he panted, lips finding her hard nipples, slightly biting her skin.

Her walls fluttered around him, she moaned his name, orgasm crashing upon her, losing all control over her body, thrashing around underneath him. Draco's length began to twitch, he pulled out of her, panting her name as he pumped his length, releasing himself onto her skin, cum painting her lower belly white. “Fuck”, his eyes fluttered close, pressing his head against her chest, she combed her hand through his hair, smiling at him.

Maybe breaking the law had its perks.

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