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YOU'VE GOT TO LEARN
Pairing: Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Tags: extremely dubious consent, non-con elements, explicit sexual content, exhibitionism, age gap, established relationship, jealousy, possessive!joel, softdom!joel, unprotected sex, alcohol, hair pulling
Length: 3.3K
Summary: At a client's house party, you catch yourself getting jealous of other eyes on Joel. Joel pulls you aside to show you exactly what he thinks of that.
This is my first time writing for Joel Miller, so please go easy on me <3
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What is it about Joel that makes him most attractive when he's stuck somewhere he doesn't want to be?
You tip back the last of your whiskey sour, gazing at the tight creases in the corners of his eyes as he nods along with the blond guy who's been talking for twenty painful minutes about the crypto market. Joel is leaning back, arms folded over his chest, his big shoulders pushing at the seams of his denim shirt.
He once told you that no one besides you could tell his emotions on his face. You'd laughed and called bullshit at the time, telling him every thought in that pretty head of his showed up plain as day on his face, but right now it doesn't seem to matter. He's been looking like he'd swallowed glass since this guy started talking, and it doesn't seem to make a bit of difference to him.
When Joel had asked if you wanted to come along to the holiday party one of his clients was having at his house, you'd said yes even after hearing that the guy was 'kind of an idiot' and you'd probably be 'bored to tears'. Joel would have skipped it, but unfortunately it was one of his biggest clients, and the invitation wasn't one he could politely decline.
Right now, though, you're sort of wishing you'd listened to him. The party stopped being fun somewhere around the second MLM scheme that had been pitched to you, and you're now counting the minutes until you'll hit the mark Joel set on the drive there: "Least a couple hours - then we can head out."
The guy takes a short pause, then launches into another tirade on bitcoin, and you realize you're going to need another drink to get through it. Joel's arm slips from around your waist as you pull away.
"Be right back, fellas. I'm going to get a refill."
Joel's brows lift as you leave him behind. "Now hold on there. Wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I let you get your own drink-"
You wave him off, trying to hold in a smirk. "No really, I need to take a lap. Stretch my legs."
He licks his lips, looks off to the side for a second before calling after you, "Grab me one on your way back, will ya?"
You smile innocently. "You got it."
After your host declines your offer to get him something, you head to the kitchen, making a little chit chat on your way to the well-stocked fridge. You decide to get Joel's beer before you return to the open bar to ask for another drink of your own. You hook your knuckles around the neck of a Modelo, no sooner closing the door to the fridge before you glance back in Joel's direction, seeing he's been joined by a few more people.
It isn't surprising. Joel's the type of guy who tends to draw attention, and not just because of his looks. He's the guy who's in charge, even when he's not in charge. People gravitate toward him; just something about his presence that makes him the most interesting thing in every room.
In spite of that, your attention isn't on him at the moment. It's on the girl making moon eyes beside him. She's tossing a long, shiny ponytail behind her shoulder and grinning ear to ear despite the fact that bitcoin boy hasn't stopped talking.
Picking up a bottle opener, you pop the cap off the beer in your hand by muscle memory, not able to tear your eyes off of them. Joel's attention is still on the host, but when she says something to him, you watch him pull his chin back to nod, holding her in the corner of his eye to give a quick smile.
Kelly, you remember. That's her name. She's the receptionist at the client's office, and she's probably seen more of Joel this month than you have.
You watch as she cranks up her smile another thousand watts, laughing at something one of the other guys in the group has said. Kelly, you think. No. Probably spells it with an i. Kelli. Probably dots it with a heart.
Your face is starting to warm up, and when someone on the other side of the kitchen counter gently asks if you're alright, you clear your throat, then reply that you're fine as you quickly open the fridge for a second Modelo. It's time for you to slow down on the whiskey.
As you make your way back to the group, you catch Kelly/Kelli's eyes and give her a subdued smile. She blinks and smiles back, suddenly looking very shy.
"Now what did I miss?" you ask, when the men dissolve into laughter.
Henry, one of the contractors under Joel, shakes his head. "It ain't worth repeating in the presence of a lady."
The host interjects, "So what do you call Kelly?"
Henry puts an arm around her shoulder. "Aw, she's heard it all before, haven'tcha?"
"That don't mean she wants to hear it from you!" one of the other men shouts, and there's another round of laughter while you bite your lip, watching Joel's eyes as they dip to Henry's arm.
You wrap your lips around the tip of the bottle in your hand, letting the taste of the beer give your mouth an excuse to look sour. Henry's hand is dropping from Kelly's shoulder down to her waist, and while the conversation carries on, Joel leans in close so that only Henry - and you - can hear.
"Cool it, Henry."
"Huh?" comes the slow reply, as he pretends not to have understood him.
Joel just lifts his brows, and that's all it takes for Henry to back off, looking a little sheepish as he unwinds himself from Kelly, who looks more than a little relieved.
Henry turns to you, suddenly trying to make small talk, to save face. "Have you two met? This's our girl Kelly. She takes good care of us, don'tcha, sweetheart?"
You give a polite smile. "We've met. Nice to see you, again. Both of you."
"Uh huh," Henry answers half-heartedly before he wanders off, perhaps to join another conversation, or just to find another drink.
Kelly gives you another polite smile, then as the host starts to back away, bringing the rest of the group with him, she goes along with the crowd. Before she leaves, though, she softly murmurs to Joel, "Thanks for that."
He answers with a stiff nod, but it's more than enough to put the stars back in her eyes as she walks away, leaving the two of you alone.
You're biting your lip again, practically chewing on it, as you dangle Joel's beer by the throat, handing it over to him.
"Thank you," he says, then tips it back immediately.
You don't reply, lost in thought, but pretending nonchalance as you watch the group leave.
"Meant what I said, though," Joel adds in your silence. "Shoulda let me get it. I don't like to have you wanderin' around on your own. Not with this bunch of degenerates."
You smirk. "What, like Henry?"
"For one, yeah," he says, turning to face you now that the sounds of the party are fading into the background. "Lookin' the way you do, won't be able to keep their eyes or their hands off ya."
You laugh him off, but can't pretend that his voice isn't settling right in the bottom of your stomach. He's standing a little closer, now, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath, mixed with the spice of his cologne. Something about him talking this way puts some boldness into you, and your words come out a bit more reckless than they should.
"Well, maybe you should have asked Kelly to get your drink, then."
He looks dumbfounded for a moment, and you widen your smile to show you're joking.
"I mean, I'm sure she would have," you go on, digging yourself deeper even as your heart kicks up faster. If you'd switched to beer two drinks ago, you probably would have explained yourself better. You would have insisted it was just a joke, because she so clearly has a crush on him. But your words are just swimming in all that whiskey.
"Cute little thing like that," you say, shrugging. "Probably don't mind her 'taking care of you', do ya?"
Joel's eyes are fixed on you, voice easing down into his chest when he asks softly, warningly, "What did you just say?"
He's turned all the way toward you, and all at once the room feels so much smaller, your face so much hotter. He's waiting for an answer, and your breath is caught high in your throat. "I-uh... it was just... nothing."
He's very slowly setting down his beer, looking down to a side table. "Wasn't nothing; I heard it." He looks back up at you, pinning you hard where you stand. "Now repeat it. Wanna make sure I heard you right."
You swallow, mouth dry. "I nn-nothing, I just said..." You force a crooked smile that you know he isn't buying for a second. "Y'know... she's- she's pretty cute, and maybe you... maybe she oughta... 'cause maybe you want her to..."
Your babbling doesn't impress him. He's just staring at you under a darkened brow. He opens his mouth to say something, but the motion of someone else entering the room catches your eye and you snap defensively before he can say anything.
"Joel, I didn't mean-"
He follows your gaze, then turns away and shuts you up with a wide, heavy palm sliding to the small of your back. "C'mere," he says. "C'mon." And the way he breathes it as he guides you out of the room and down the hall, you don't argue.
He finds a bathroom and pushes you inside. While you're looking over his shoulder to make sure no one sees you going in together, he's staring straight ahead, and he closes the door with one hand, still holding you with the other.
"I'm... sorry," you confess as soon as the door closes. "That was stupid. I don't know why I said it."
"Yeah," he grunts, crowding you up against the closed door. "You do."
The way he has you held close, arm around your waist and words warm against your mouth, you'd normally try to kiss him right about now. But looking into his eyes, you know there's no kiss waiting for you on his lips.
He's mad, and you're a little scared. Not scared of him, but scared of what he might do at a party where people might hear. People that he has to work with on Monday.
He isn't drunk, but he's had a few, and your fear ratchets up when his hand slides to your backside, gripping your ass and kneading it as he growls, "You think I give a goddamn about some teenager?"
Despite the way he's manhandling you through your dress, you can't help but roll your eyes. "She's not a teenager."
She isn't really that much younger than you are. And with Joel in his fifties, the thought has crossed your mind that he might just be keeping you around because he got a thing for younger women. You'd just never said anything out loud. Until tonight.
He stops, pulls back. "Alright, guess I'm not bein' clear enough."
He takes you by both arms, pushes you against the sink so you're looking at yourself in the mirror. Behind you, he starts unbuckling his belt.
"Joel..." you whisper, heat pulsing through you just from the sound of the metal clinking. You know you should ask him to stop - is the door even fucking locked? - but you can't get any other words out besides his name.
He slides a hand under your dress, pushing it up and over the swell of your ass. He doesn't slow down, doesn't even run his hand over your skin. He just pushes your panties to the side, pressing the head of his cock right up against your pussy, holding it there as he grits against your ear, "Guess I gotta show you where I want to be."
He pushes the thick head inside you, wrapping one arm around your stomach to keep you from falling forward. His other hand is flat on the sink, not playing with you, not easing anything. He doesn't give you any prep, just shoves in slowly, his cock stretching you all in one go.
You hiss, brow pinching. He didn't even let you get wet enough to take him. You can feel every damn move he makes inside you as he shifts his hips closer to pin you hard against the cold edge of the sink. When he's all the way in, you watch your mouth pop open in the mirror as you take a few panting breaths. The stretch is almost unbearable, but feeling so full of him, you don't want to stop.
He eases out, just a couple inches to coat himself in your slick, then presses back in even harder. You feel like your lungs are going to give out from how tight your gasps are getting.
"Fuck, Joel... hurts," you whine.
He slowly slides you off of him, then feeds it right back in.
"I know it does, honey," he breathes against your neck. "I know it does."
His deep voice makes you pulse around his cock and he drags his big, calloused hand down to the front of your dress, lifting it up just far enough to see your pussy, stuffed full of him. You're leaking down the sides of his cock, glistening in the dim light of the bathroom.
"See that?" he asks, unmoving. "That's where I wanna be. You hear me?"
Giving a shaky nod of your head, you whimper, "Yes."
He starts to piston in and out of you, and you can only watch. You close your eyes tight when he speeds up a little. "It's... mm- it's too much."
He doesn't change his pace. "Ain't about feelin' good. You've got to learn."
He groans when your pussy clenches around him, and you follow with an answering moan as the tension in your muscles starts to fade. You're soaking down both sides of your inner thighs as he opens you up further.
When you've dissolved into whimpering his name, he hooks one arm around your leg from behind, lifting it up so that you're spread wider. His other hand is still holding up your dress.
"Look at that," he grunts, making an obscene display of his cock fucking into your pussy. "Look how fucking hard you make me, baby."
You whine again, struck dumb by how good he feels with every snap of his hips. "God, feels so good... please..."
He's dragging his teeth against your neck when he replies, "Please?"
"Please, Joel. Feels so fucking good," you repeat, eyes closed.
You want him to fuck you properly, to bend you over and make you take him, to use his fingers - to let you use yours - anything; it doesn't matter. You're so worked up, you just need a little more.
"M'not gonna give you what you want, darlin'," he answers. "Don't work like that."
You can't help but loose a plaintive moan, even knowing you deserve it. "Baby, please-"
He drops your knee, letting your leg come down to the floor as he bends you over the sink. When he starts to fuck you for real, you can't hold it together anymore, softly pleading and whining for more, begging him not to stop, opening your eyes to watch him in the mirror as he starts to lose himself, too.
Until a knock at the door jars you right out of it.
"Is anybody in there?"
Joel doesn't even slow down. Just flattens his palm along your lower back to bend you back over after you jolt up.
"Joel-" you hiss. But he keeps giving you exactly what you need, and your eyes roll back.
"Hello?"
He slides a warm hand down the open neckline of your dress, kneading your breast as he looks at you in the mirror. His brown eyes are stern and steady. "Answer."
He keeps feeding you his cock, and you hiccup, legs shaking as you whisper, "I- I don't..."
"Go on and tell 'em. You're busy."
Fuck fuck fuck. "Uhh, s-someone's in here!"
Your voice comes out strained and airy, and you wait for the reply while Joel kisses the skin of your shoulder, sliding the front of your dress down.
"Joel, it's... somebody is..."
"Nothin' in here that I wanna hide," he growls, pushing his hips right up against your ass as he circles a thumb around one of your nipples.
"Fuck, Joel..." The silence outside has been long enough that the person is probably gone, but your pulse is still pounding, and he's making it so fucking hard to think. "Oh my god, yes..."
He's quietly panting, lifts his head long enough to say, "Understand now, pretty girl?"
"Mm..."
"This here's right where I wanna be. Nowhere else," he grunts, pressing his weight down on you, the squelching sounds between your bodies getting louder than your moans. Your eyes are drawn up to the mirror, watching the veins in his neck tighten as he fucks into you harder and harder. "You got it?"
You frantically nod, desperately near the edge of coming. "Fuck, yes, mhm..."
"Maybe I oughta fill you up right here, leave you with somethin' to think about."
"N-no," you stutter, almost sounding like you're sobbing your words. "P-please, I get it. I heard what you s-said."
He has to let you come. You don't care that you were acting up, making something out of nothing. You don't care what got him mad at you. All you can think about is how flushed his chest is beneath the open collar of his shirt, how tight his grip is, how stiff his jaw is set. You just want to listen to that throaty growl, feel him mercilessly fucking you a little while longer. That's all it would take. Just a little bit...
"Fuck-"
Joel pulls out, hand tightening into a fist around himself. You slump against the sink.
"Goddamn, baby. Almost got me, there."
You're on the verge of tears, shuddering with wild breaths. "No, fuck, Joel, please please please-"
He grips a handful of your ass, fingers brushing through your wetness and making you whimper.
"Told you, I ain't giving you what you want."
You hear him zip up his jeans, and then his hand is back at your ass, but this time he's pulling your panties back into place and tugging your dress down.
"Never gonna learn that way."
You whine pitifully, knowing you brought this on yourself, but still pleading under your breath, face drawn tight with frustration.
He helps you stand up properly, giving you his arm to steady yourself. You straighten your dress, cleaning up your appearance in the mirror, and eventually you're able to leave the bathroom, walking out on trembling legs.
He gives you a smirk as you leave the hallway, and something in you finally snaps. Maybe it's a little unfair, but you know exactly what to say to knock that smirk off his face.
You lean in and whisper in his ear, "Guess you didn't want me that bad after all, or you would have finished."
And all of ten minutes later, you're in the cab of his truck. You're screaming his name as you come all over his cock, hands fisted in his hair, tugging it hard while he pumps you full of his cum, cursing you the whole time.
Turns out, he's the one who's never gonna learn.
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A/N: Thanks for reading! I don't have a taglist for Joel, but I'll add one if I ever write for him again. Hope you enjoyed! :)
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A/N: it's been like 6 months since i last posted something and honestly, i haven't even written anything, things are very shitty these days but i felt the motivation to write this quickly after watching 'tell me lies' and 'rivals' these past weeks so here we go! if student-prof type of fics are not your thing then don't read it
WORD COUNT: 2.6k
WARNING: age gap, student-professor relationship
SUMMARY:Â Harry is very strict about staying away from students as a young and handsome professor, but there is one person he can't get out of his head and a Christmas party brings an unexpected turn.
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Harry hates these type of parties, mostly because he canât imagine inviting dozens of students into his home, his private space, have the roam around and spend an entire evening with them, talking and pretending like they arenât just trying to get a better grade at the end of the semester with their too friendly behavior. Or, in his case, some girls try to push the boundaries and flirt with him, hoping to hook up with him.Â
He is not stupid. He has heard students whisper about him several times, he notices the heart eyes when he is talking in class and he has gotten several phone numbers on papers since he started his PHD studies and started teaching last year. His friends teased him about being the heartthrob of the faculty, but he didnât think it would actually happen and to this extent. To avoid any possible scandals, not that he planned to make any, he has put on quite a rigid mask towards the students to scare them off from even trying, though that hasnât stopped some of them from wanting to shoot their shot.Â
He wouldnât have come to this party, he would rather be home and continue his research thatâs still not even close to being done, but Professor Bradford, or Stella as she requests Harry to call her, is the only person he gets along with in the faculty. She is 18 years older than Harry, but still younger than the rest of the old men who have been teaching here since probably before the declaration of independence was signed. Those men are the reason younger people donât like classic literature anymore, with their outdated ways of teaching and unwillingness to bring something modern into their lectures they are scaring the new generations away. But not Stella. She is one of the reasons Harry went into his PHD and now he gets to work with her. He couldnât just reject her invitation for her annual Christmas Party she holds for her students and some colleagues.Â
Now he is standing by the wall, drinking mulled wine and just gritting his teeth, trying to calculate how early is too early to leave. A couple of girls have already tried to chat him up, they like to circle him, leave him almost no room to escape and then make him talk about school stuff, but then they slyly bring up personal things, hoping to break his usual character, but he sees through them always.Â
Harryâs best friend, Niall always teases him that he should just give in and have fun with one of them. His morals are a lot looser than Harryâs, thatâs for sure.Â
Just as he is about to look for the bathroom, not to use it but to hide for a bit, another group of girls spots him and he can already feel his skin crawling as they approach him from down the hallway. He is quick to assess the situation, but he realizes he has no chance of fleeing before they reach him.Â
âProfesor! So good to see you here!âÂ
And here we go.Â
It goes the same, they are extremely nice and inquiring about his plans for the next semester and then suddenly they are talking about summer and Harry knows they are moments away from asking what heâll be doing once the school year is over. One of the girls is talking about going to Italy on a yacht and the others chime in with their own ridiculously over the top plans while Harry is avoiding to even look at them, his eyes roam around the other guests.Â
Thatâs when he sees her.Â
Just down the hall he can peek into the kitchen and there she is, with a boy Harry assumes to be her boyfriend. Heâs seen them around campus the past few weeks, he even waited for her after Harryâs class and saw them walk away together as he fought the way his stomach churned every time.Â
Since the moment she walked into his class at the beginning of the semester Harry has been feeling like he is losing his mind. Whether it be the way she laughs with her friends before class or focuses with undivided attention as Harry explains something by the board, or says hello every time she passes him in the cafeteria, Harry canât stop thinking about her for days after even though he knows such feelings should be banned from his mind when it comes to a student. Every time he catches himself thinking about her he wants to throw himself out the window, but he still canât fight it. Thereâs something in her that draws him in and swallows him whole and itâs not just the looks. Unlike a lot of students who take his classes for easy credits or to drool after him, she is there to learn as much as she can and sheâs had the most brilliant thoughts on certain subjects Harry has ever encountered, making him almost jealous he wasnât the one to think about them.Â
She is⌠unmatched. And forbidden, but impossible to ignore. Sheâs been his vice for months.
From where he stands it appears she is having a fight with said boyfriend, her always cheerful expression is now rather upset and confused while the boy seems to be over the conversation, almost irritated by her, dismissed. Harry tries to appear not too obvious about watching them, but he is also way too fixated on her to ignore whatâs happening just down the hallway.Â
He glances away just for a few seconds, but the next time he looks back he sees the boy stomping away, irritated, while she is left there, pulling on her coat before disappearing through the backdoor, swallowed by the darkness of the unlit back terrace.Â
And before Harry could stop himself, he is already moving.
âExcuse me girl,â he mumbles disorientedly as he slips out of the small circle.Â
He places his glass to a nearby table and then grabs his own coat from the wardrobe in the hallway before making his way outside. After her.Â
The moment he steps out into the cold a short sense of realization washes over him that he definitely shouldnât be here, that he is crossing a line, but then another voice in his head tunes it out, convincing him that he is just making sure she is okay and thereâs nothing wrong with that.Â
Stopping by the door his gaze rakes through the terrace, but he doesnât see her, until she spots her slouched form sitting on the bottom of the stairs leading out to the lawn. He hears her sniffling, but she hasnât acknowledged his presence yet, if she noticed it at all. Thereâs a couple of moments of hesitation on his end, he can hear the rational side of him screaming somewhere in the back of his mind, telling him to turn around and just walk back inside, yet he still finds himself moving towards him and then that voice is silenced.Â
âEverything alright?â Harry asks from the top of the stairs, but he startles her so much that she jumps to her feet and backs away a few feet. Thatâs when he sees her tearful eyes and red nose.Â
âS-Sorry, I donâtââ
âHey, itâs all good. You didnât do anything wrong. Just checking in.â
She squints her eyes at him and thatâs when he realizes she must not even see his face since the light is coming right behind him. So he walks down the stairs and then finally his face is lit and realization settles in her eyes.Â
âOh, Professor Styles. Hi.â
âHello Y/N. Are you okay?â he asks again, to which she just chuckles bitterly.Â
He canât miss that even with tears running down her cheeks and her eyelashes stuck together, she looks so fucking beautiful it baffles him. He has to fight the urge to reach out and touch her tear-soaked cheeks.Â
âUm, yeah, everything is⌠perfect,â she scoffs, reaching into her pockets, probably looking for tissues, but finding none so Harry grabs one from his inner pocket, handing it over to her, her fingers brushing against his for the shortest second as she takes it and then itâs over, but his skin keeps tingling.Â
âThanks,â she mumbles before drying her face as much as she can. âIâm good. JustâŚâ She looks at him and changes her mind. âAh, wouldnât want to bore you with my nonsense personal drama.â
âDrama is never boring, have you learned nothing in my class?â he jokes and it actually makes her laugh.Â
âThis drama is not worthy of being taught in class though.â
âI bet some of the big names thought the same thing upon writing what we read in class these days.â
âSo youâre saying I should write about how my boyfriend is fed up with me because I told him something he did hurt me?â
âThat sounds like something I bet a lot of people would want to read about,â he smiles and when she mirrors it, he can feel his chest expanding. Somewhere way too deep in his mind an alarm goes off, but it quickly becomes one with the void and all he can think about is her. âActually I can think of a few great pieces that are about similar topics.â
âReally?â
âYeah, believe it or not, youâre not the first one to experience this.â
The way she looks at him is setting him on fire. The mixture of sadness, tiredness and gratitude towards his attempt to cheer her up is still making her glow in a way Harry has never seen before on any woman.Â
âDo you mind analyzing one for me right now?â
âIâd be happy to.â
The party is completely tuned out for the two of them. First they actually talk about a novel, but soon it turns into sharing their favorite books and authors, their guilty pleasure reads, recommendations for each other and even more personal bits Harry would never share with a student, but Y/N is the exception.Â
They have no idea how much time passes as they stand outside and Harry ignores how the cold starts to sting his fingertips even in his pockets, because he knows that if they go inside this bubble will pop and he is too selfish to let that happen just yet.Â
When thereâs a short silence Harry notices that she is probably slipping back into what happened earlier and when she looks at him again he already knows she is about to share.
âI gave him a chance and explicitly told him not to fuck me over, because I canât deal with that again. But all he has been doing is manipulating to believe that Iâm always in the wrong.â
âItâs impossible for you to always be in the wrong.â
âI know. Well, part of me knows, but then I always go back to thinking that he is right, I must have messed up something.â
âThat just proves that you have self-criticism, that you donât just think everything you do is perfect.â
She sighs and looks away, her gaze distant as she battles herself inside her head, a feeling Harry knows very well, unfortunately. It doesnât sit right with him that she is visibly struggling because of an immature guyâs untreated problems. She deserves so much more, but how can he tell that without crossing a line?
âGive it some time and youâll see it clearer. Use your critical thinking on his actions as well, not just yours and donât settle for less than your worth.â
âYou think I did that?â she asks, eyes jumping back to meet his gaze. âYou think I settled for less than my worth?â
Thereâs more behind her eyes than the words she said out loud and he is torn, because he can feel himself being pulled in more than ever, like she just opened the door the slightest and he has the chance to slip in. Itâs the first time he senses something on her part and after all the yearning he is eager to take the chance.Â
âI think you deserve a lot more, Y/N. Youâre brilliant, bright and give so much to others, you should get the same amount if not more back. If someone canât see that, then they donât deserve you.â
For a second he wishes he didnât say a thing, he regrets crossing the line and he fears her reaction, but thenâŚÂ
Then he forgets everything. Because she is kissing him.Â
It happens fast, one moment she is staring up at him with doe eyes, the next her lips are crashing against his, her hands grabbing onto the lapels of his coat. He barely recovers from the shock when she is already pulling away.
âI-Iâm so sorry, I d-didnât mean to, I justâOh my Goââ
Her stammering is quickly cut short when he kisses her, his hands holding her jaw to angle her face perfectly and while her kiss was closed, rushed and panicked, this one is different. He is quick to beg for her to open her lips so he can explore as much of her as humanly possible, he is letting all the passions loose that heâs been locking up these past months and when she returns it just as eagerly it just pushes him even further.Â
They inch back to the wall of the house and when he pins her against it a moan slips past her swollen lips, completely maddening him.Â
âFuck, Y/N,â he breathes against her lips, kissing her jawline, savoring the sweet taste of her skin thatâs supposed to be cold, but itâs actually burning. For him.Â
He keeps one hand on the side of her neck, the other one digs into her hip through her coat and she keeps pushing against him, while her hands wander under his coat, they are on his waist, back and when they move to his lower stomach, brushing against his belt, something snaps inside him.Â
But before he could completely lose his mind the backdoor opens and he quickly sobers up, pulling her farther away from the corner so they canât be seen.Â
â...and that was actually crazy,â a girl speaks up, oblivious to how Harry has Y/N pinned against the wall just a few feet away. They are both breathing heavily, but she has her face buried in his shoulder while he covers his mouth with a hand, adrenaline racing through his veins.Â
âAh shit, Iâm out of cigarettes,â another girl says.
âMm letâs get out of here then. I think Max said they are having a little party as well.â
âOkay.â
Then the door opens again and the voices disappear, but reality hits Harry hard in the head.
He slowly pulls back, enough to look at her face and when he sees her swollen lips and slightly smeared mascara he almost combusts.Â
Because he wants nothing more than to take her, right here and then everywhere else in the world, but he also realizes what he just did and this time his rational side wins.Â
âFuck,â he gasps as he jumps back, cupping a hand over his mouth.
âI wanted itââ
âY/N, stop!â he cuts her off. âFuck, this was a mistake.â
âBut I wanted it! You didnâtââ
âI said stop!â he barks and she shuts her mouth right away. âThis shouldnât have happened.â
And before she could protest again or worse, kiss him again, he is already storming back inside, across the house towards the front door.
âHarry! I havenât seen you all night!â Stella catches him, but he just wants to get as far away from this house and from Y/N as possible.
âIâm sorry, I need to go. Iâll talk to you later,â is all he manages to say before he is already out the door.
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Allegedly, when my dad was young, my paternal grandmother told him "all men have a dark side." I think she meant well. She was born in the early 20th century, she came over frome Ireland on boat as a child. She had a stepfather who was from another immigrant community. Families were large. There was a lot of poverty and alcohol. They were Catholic, so they also took "original sin" as a concept seriously.
I think this did my dad harm. He actually is a person who struggles with empathy. Now, it's apparent he's neurodivergent from multiple traits he has and that this probably runs in the family, but no one we knew was diagnosed back then. He views criticism as personal attacks. It's difficult for him to see difference between people (like his difference) as positive of a challenge to accept and accommodate and instead thinks (in his darkest moments) that he's broken. Or that I also am someone who needs to be fixed.
But, somehow, I'm sure from conversations most of my siblings including my brothers voted blue and genuinely are able to care about others and will try to help.
And, to clarify, my dad has done volunteer work a d actually helped some people a lot. He is in no way evil. He's human. He is a product of his time. He was indoctrinated, arguably, by nuns, and Jesuits, and the Knights of Columbus, by bullies, and every bit of 1950's US government propaganda about scary different people and the importance of conforming and being "American". He says he didn't know that he was poor as a child because everyone was like that around him. He had a moment in the late 80s where he was arguably upper middle class. But he's also one of those older people now who don't really have wealth in the oldest sense but have pension/retirement tied up in stocks market scrap and keep mortgaging their house when they need cash.
Anyway, this is long.
But what I'm trying to say is people are flawed and human and make mistakes, but they aren't born or made evil or good. I think it's more harmful to say to kids that they have darkness or sin inside them from the start than to focus on choices going forward and the possibility that when one does make a mistake they can also make amends.
So, we should try to tell kids that.
Model good behavior and choices for kids as much as we can. Communicate that humans of all ages can make mistakes. Get rid of the concept of authoritarianism and infallibility in any individual or organization. Embrace differences. Talk about our feelings when we feel hurt by another's choices or actions so we can understand or compromise.
Just do our best and be excellent to each other.
And, specifically, for those boys some are worried about - I know lack of funds can impede this - but give them lots of room to play, give them books about all different people and experiences, take them on trips to see how real people do their work, let them engage with all the dramatic play props and costumes and clothes and dolls. Let them have building toys and action figures they choose. Let them use telescopes and microscopes to shift their perspective. Let them draw and paint and write. Let them compete and measure, without focusing on the win itself.
And let all kids do those things (but above posts were about boys).
And if there's a financial struggle to provide all this, try libraries or a device that can stream old episodes of Mr. Rogers' Neighborhood, or Reading Rainbow, or Sesame Street, etc.
Because, going back to my dad, he wasn't really able to model the most typical social-emotional behaviours or interactions for me, but I could see Optimus Prime or Fred Rogers interact with others.
And my brothers turned out pretty OK possibly because our dad was able to provide many books but also because he decided with my mom early on that girls could play with cars and boys could play with dolls.
And how/why he decided that when he was such a product of past generations and watches a certain news channel three or four times a day now I can't explain. But he did.
So, we know, I think, how to help kids. I worked in early childcare education for a time myself. People know how to help kids. But...there's also a struggle for any service to be profitable which means the teacher-student ratios can get stretched and that teachers can get stuck with so many assessments and standardized testing requirements that they aren't just spending time with the kids.
But we know.
And, unfortunately, there are some in the world who have differing goals. Right? Like do you want healthy men who can work together with diverse groups of people in cooperating to better the world? Or do you want obedient workers? Soldiers? Slaves?
Men themselves are not the problem. Boys aren't a problem.
It's young people growing up with divisivness and poverty and war and demand of conformity and obedience, etc.
So, probably the best we can do foe young men is to try to understand that they aren't evil by nature. Probably Patriarchy hurt them. But because of that, they don't want to admit it to themselves, because that would be weakness.
We need to keep showing them that there are places for men (again, all people need attention, but above posts were about boys and men) in the society we want.
We can say it to men we know. We can say that we really liked when they did math homework with us, or played Lego with us, or played us music we liked, or organized a tabletop game, or built us a bookcase, or cooked chicken the way we like, or taught us how to draw our eyeliner, or even expressed a desire to defend us against another man. (These are just some examples from my life, yours are likely different.)
It would be nice if we didn't also have those negative influences in the world, but we do and we can't stop them overnight or by ourselves.
So, we do our best to model and encourage the behaviours we want and to protect institutions that help like our public libraries, and to ask for policies that will (actually) improve schools.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
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City Pigeons Bleed Green - Part 24
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âWe should make Hâ Jason spend some time in here,â Danny said. He was good with the rest of the name now, but he still struggled with with Jason. He was trying. âHe could use the reason to relax.â
âI do not believe that Todd is capable of relaxing,â Damian said with a little frown and Danny was pretty sure meant Damian was uncertain, but other people tended to think that it meant Damian was judging them.
âSure he can. He makes a great pillow too,â Danny said. He leaned over and bumped his shoulders against Damianâs. âTotally bet if you just just sat down and leaned against him, he wouldnât do anything.â
âTch.â
âOkay, sure, half of that would be because heâd be too shocked, but really. Heâs secretly a cuddler but, like, in a totally different way than Dick. Jason is more like Cass is.â
Damianâs brows were knitted together, but he gave a considering little nod at that.
Danny was glad that Damian went through the door to the hall first. He wasnât sure when it had happened, exactly, but being out of the apartment now felt wrong and bad and⌠scary. Danny knew that had delayed them taking him to the Manor and was making some of them anxious, but Danny just couldnât⌠it was hard to shake, even if everywhere they went had been safe.
âHow were the kittens, Dandelion?â Jason asked. He was leaning against one wall and Lacey stood next to him, looking at something on her phone.
âPointy,â Danny said with a little smile, âand very cute.â
âWe are going to go see the dogs now instead,â Damian said.
âOkay,â Lacey said with a smile. âYour brother and I were talking about what might work for you. I think we have a few options, but I actually have someone in mind for you to meet first of the bunch. She might not work at all but⌠I have a hunch.â
âAs ludicrous as it sounds, Ms. Laceyâs hunches do often play out,â Damian said. âWhich dog are we going to see?â
âYou havenât met her yet. She just came here from another shelter because the last one didnât have the space for her. Before that she was out in the suburbs where she had been adopted, but she kept trying to herd all the other animals and children. They got her from a shelter where she had been surrendered by her owners because they moved to a new apartment that wouldnât let a dog like her in.â
Danny frown grew as Lacey talked. âOh, wow⌠sheâs been through a lot of homes, hasnât she?â
âShe has, and itâs really not her fault. Sheâs only a year and a half old, so sheâs still a bit of a puppy and will need training, but sheâs a real sweetheart and I think she just needs the right person to love her back.â Lacey paused in front of a door and opened it to some sort of waiting room. âNow, she is a large dog, so Iâll keep her on a harness when I bring him in and you let me know when youâre comfortable for her to come close, okay?â
âOkay,â Danny agreed. He knew he had told Damian not small, but he was suddenly a little concerned by how large was large.
Jason must have been able to tell, because he led Danny over to the small couch to sit down with him while Damian scooted the chair he chose closer to Dannyâs open side.
Very, was the answer to how large was large a few minutes later when Lacey brought in a huge dog. The bright red harness barely visible through the mass of black fur that seemed to stand straight out from the dog in a massive mane.
âOkay, come on girl, down,â Lacey said, drawing out the words.
When the large, deep black eyes turned to her, she pointed purposefully at the ground. The dog huffed and settled on the floor looking like some avant guard throw pillow. She snuffed curiously at the group and shuffled forward a few inches on her belly before peering up at Lacey to see if she was noticed.
âStay. Like I said, still a puppy,â Lacey said fondly.
âWhat breeds do we suspect she is?â Damian asked.
âSheâs definitely a large part chow,â Lacey answered. âShe has the black mouth and everything. Weâre guessing black lab maybe as some of the rest or some other sporting dog. From those breeds, and her behavior so far, sheâs going to be loyal and protective. She will need to be exercised as specially at this age sheâll have a lot of energy, but I know you have the yard to let her run. Fetch or retrieval games will be great stimulation for her and walks can probably be kept pretty short, but I know that Damian could help you train her. Do you want to come over here and let her smell your hand? Or we could just let her settle in and wander the room.â
âIâll, umâŚâ Danny trailed off as he moved to sit down on the ground at Jasonâs feet. He leaned forward and offered his hand, stretching out as far as he could.
The mass of fluff crept forward a few inches, then a few more, and the last few to where she was close enough to sniff at Dannyâs hand. The curly tail started to wag before the dog gave Dannyâs hand a lick.
A small smile lit up Dannyâs face. âOh, youâre just a big fluffy sweetheart, arenât you?â
âShe really is. She gives me the biggest puppy dog eyes every time someone passes her and doesnât give her attention. She really wants nothing more than to be with people or other pets and part of a family,â Lacey said.
Danny watched the dog snuff at Dannyâs hand before he decided that it was probably okay to move forward a little more so that he could pet the dog. His fingers sank into the thick black fur and the curly tail started to wag.
âSheâs kinda like a big teddy bear,â Danny said, completely missing the look that Damian and Jason exchanged behind his back at that statement.
âChows are like that.,â Lacey agreed. âThey get a bad rep because they can be really protective of their owners, so if sheâs the dog you go with, you will need to work on socializing her. Taking her to the dog park or things like that would be a good step.â
âIt will help that there is such a large amount of family and acquaintances coming and going from the manor,â Damian added. âBut if she is the dog that will be yours, we can easily set up a plan for socialization.â
âI, um, Iâve never adopted a pet before. How do I know if sheâs the right one?â Danny asked.
âSeeing if you get a long is a good start. With a big dog like her, I think you should walk him a little and play some. We can try some tricks too and see how she listens to you,â Lacey said. âWe have a two week trial window where if you think sheâs the right dog, sheâll go home with you and you can see how it all works out. If it doesnât, she comes back here no issues.â
Danny took in a calming breath and let it out. âOkay, letâs see how it goes.â
The dog was a lot. There was no doubt about that what with her size, but she did seem very eager to listen. She apparently walked very well with Danny, even if that was almost sandwiched up against Dannyâs side between him and the road. It reminded him of how Jason always walked, as if guarding Danny from the world.
There back at the shelter now. Danny buried his fingers in the dogâs thick fur, ruffling it idly.
âWhat do you guys think?â he asked his brothers.
âI think that she will be a loyal dog for you,â Damian said, âand that training her may also be beneficial for you.â
âThat,â Jason said, âand that she likes you already just like you like her already. I think the only real question is whatâs her name going to be?â
Danny looked down at the almost bottomless seeming brown eyes that were staring adoringly back up at him. âUrsa. Her nameâs Ursa.â
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Ursa took to the Manor immediatelyâ or at least took next to being by Dannyâs side in the manor. His bed seemed much smaller with her laying next to him, but he had a feeling it he woke up that night with a nightmare that it wouldnât last long.
His fingers tightened in her mane as he took a breath and hit send on the text message to Babs.
Her name is Jasmine Fenton.
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smoke and mirrors - chris sturniolo
chapter one
summary: your best friend Matt backs out of plans you had made together, so you replace him with his brother. the only problem is the two of you canât stand each other.
{enemies to lovers, fake dating}
includes : explicit language, fluff, smut(penetration, oral, fingering, etc.), angst if you squint, lots of bickering, slow burn
wc: 2.4k
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a/n: first series! it wonât be super long, but I hope you enjoy. send requests for more fics!
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âMatt, you canât back out now!â You huff, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare at your best friend where he lays on his bed, setting his phone down to look up at you.
âIâm sorry, love, something came up and I canât make it,â he apologizes, shrugging his shoulders. âI canât get out of it.â
You groan, throwing your head back in frustration. You had a family wedding to attend and already RSVPâd with a plus one, which was supposed to be your best friend Matt, who had lovingly agreed to pretend to be your boyfriend for the night. Your family was super invasive about you getting a boyfriend, and you wanted to avoid all of the comments and questions by just pretending to have a boyfriend for one night at the wedding, but your plan was falling apart.
âWhat am I supposed to do? I already told everyone I was coming with somebody, theyâre gonna know I was lying if I show up by myself,â you tell him, trying to rack your brain for any ideas.
âYou could bring Nick,â Matt suggests, picking his phone back up and going back to scrolling.
You scoff. âYeah right, like Nick could pretend to be straight for an entire night. Heâd be caught in less than an hour.â You shake your head, moving to sit on the edge of the bed next to Matt. âIâm gonna have to go on, like, Bumble or something and find some random to go with me.â
Matt looks up at you over his phone, waiting for you to lock eyes with him before he starts to speak. âI mean⌠I know one other guy you could ask.â
You tilt your head, excited to hear the suggestion, before you realize who heâs talking about and your eyes widen, head shaking rapidly. âAbsolutely not,â you put your hands up, pointer fingers crossed over in an X. âI am not asking Chris, no way.â
Matt raises his eyebrows and purses his lips. âI told you I knew someone, I didnât say youâd like what I said.â
You roll your eyes. âHe would never say yes to me anyway, even if I did want to ask him.â
Matt shrugs. âMaybe. You could always bribe him, he loves a good bribe.â
You think about it for another moment, knowing it would be easier to get Chris to do it than it would to find some random guy to go to a wedding as a first date, but the thought of spending an entire night next to Chris made your skin crawl.
The two of you had never really gotten along, even with you being around as much as you were, you guys never clicked, in fact it was the complete opposite, always insulting each other any chance you got, ignoring each other, and always avoiding being in the same room by yourself, even if only for a few moments.
âI mean⌠I could try but I really canât promise I wonât kill your brother, Matt,â you half joke, but not really. âMight turn you into a twin.â
âThatâs fucked,â Matt laughs, using his foot to kick you lightly. âIâll still be a triplet, even if you kill him. Iâll just be a triplet with severe depression and no will no live.â
âYouâre so dramatic,â you tell him through a laugh. âYour life would be so much quieter, wouldnât that be nice? Youâd secretly thank me for killing him.â
Matt shakes his head at you with a smile, though his eyes tell you he thinks youâre crazy, before looking back down at his phone.
âKilling who?â A voice sounds from the doorway and you look up to see the man of the hour staring back at you, a disinterested look on his face.
âYou,â you smile sweetly up at Chris.
âThatâs nice,â he says, flashing you a fake, tight lipped smile before turning to his brother. âHey, can you take me to go get food?â
Matt groans and throws his head back, closing his eyes. âBut Iâm so comfortable,â he whines.
You take a deep breath and consider your options. Chris, who you hate but have known for years, or a random guy who might be a serial killer? Youâd definitely be safer with Chris, but the thought of having to be near him without his brothers for an entire night seemed like hell. Especially having to act like you were pleased to be in his presence.
âIâll take you,â you speak before you can stop yourself.
Both Matt and Chris look at you with shocked expressions, Chris having a bit of disgust in his eyes.
âIâd rather starve, thanks,â Chris replies. âMatt, câmon seriously, can you take me?â He asks again.
âChris,â you say in a stern voice, standing up from the bed and walking towards him. âLet me take you. I need to talk to you.â
Chris watches you walk past him through the doorway and then looks back at Matt, shooting him a confused look, to which his brother just shrugs, before he leaves to follow you, finding you by the front door slipping your crocs on.
âThe fuck is this about?â He asks, trotting down the stairs to meet you by the front door. âYou in love with me or some shit?â
You look up at him with an unamused expression. âYou wish I was in love with you.â You huff. âI told you, I gotta talk to you.â
You open the front door and head outside towards your car, opening the drivers side door. You look behind you and see Chris standing in the doorway, staring after you. âIâll buy your food,â you tell him, and he immediately shuts the door behind him and walks up to your car. âYou shouldâve led with that!â He says.
You both get in your car and you start driving. âWhere do you want to go?â You ask him, turning your head to see him on his phone. âChris,â you push, reaching out to smack his phone out of his hand, causing it to land on the floor.
âWhat the fuck, dude. Unnecessary.â Chris huffs, reaching down to grab his phone, but he tucked it between his legs instead of going back on it. âI donât know, McDonaldâs?â
You groan. âYou always get McDonaldâs. Canât we get like Popeyes or something?â
Chris looks at you, raising an eyebrow. âWell I didnât know you were gonna eat, too, jesus. Sure, Popeyes is fine.â He goes for his phone again, but you reach out and grab his hand, stopping him.
âWait,â you start. âI actually do need to talk to you.â
Chris sighs and puts his phone away in his pocket completely, looking over at you. âOkay, spit it out then.â
You flash a glare at him quickly before returning your eyes to the road. âSo⌠Matt was going to be my plus one for a wedding Iâm going to, but he canât go anymore because something came up, and I canât ask Nick because heâs gay and that just wonât work, and so that just leaves you.â You tell him nervously.
âSo what if heâs gay, your family homophobic or something?â Chris asks, annoyance lacing his voice.
You sigh and pull into the Popeyes parking lot, pulling into a spot and throwing the car into park before you turn your body to face Chris. âNo, theyâre not homophobic. Itâs just⌠I kind of told them I was bringing a boyfriend.â
Chris stares at you for a moment before laughing, completely unserious. âYou? A boyfriend? Thatâs hilarious. I canât believe youâre lying to your family about having a boyfriend.â
You donât laugh though, you just drop your eyes down to your lap, knowing that this was exactly how the conversation would go.
âWait a minute, that means you want me to pretend Iâm your boyfriend? Fuck no, Iâd rather be single for the rest of my life. Forget it, dude, youâre shit outta luck with me.â Chris shakes his head, bringing a hand up to run through his hair.
You nod and start backing out of the spot, heading towards the drive-thru. âYeah I figured that was how youâd respond,â you murmur.
You guys order your food, and you still pay for it, staying true to your word, before heading home. It was a quick but quiet ride back, both of you getting out of the car without a word, not even a âthank youâ shot your way. You take your shoes off and head back up to Mattâs room, seeing him in the same position you left him in, only now he was watching a movie, and you got in his bed to join him with your food.
âHowâd it go?â He asked, reaching out to steal one of your fries.
âExactly how I expected it to go. He laughed in my face and said heâd rather be single for the rest of his life than pretend to be my boyfriend,â you tell Matt, looking down at him from where you sat.
Matt smiles up at you, reaching out to pat your leg. âSorry, kid. You tried.â
You nod and look up at the tv screen, starting to eat your dinner.
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The next day, youâre sitting on your couch panting your toes and watching your favorite comfort show when you hear the doorbell ring, startling you as you werenât expecting anybody over today. You look down at your toes and swear under your breath, seeing that you smeared polish along your skin.
You set down the polish on the table and stand up, walking to your door and pulling it open, jaw dropping in shock when you come face to face with Chris, the last person you expected to show up at your door unannounced. You almost wanted to rub your eyes in case you were mistaking him for another triplet, but you knew your eyes didnât deceive you.
âChris?â You question. âHow did you get here?â
He rolls his eyes at you. âI ubered?â He says like itâs obvious. âYou gonna let me in or what?â
You take a step back and let him into your house, shutting the door behind him. âSo, to what do I owe the pleasure?â You say, sitting back down on your couch. He follows and sits at the opposite end, looking over at you.
He ignores your question, watching you as you continue to do your toes, cleaning up the mess you made. âWhy not just get your toes done?â He asks.
You look at him with an annoyed expression. âCosts money? Why spend money when I can sit around and do it myself?â You go back to painting your toes. âWhy are you here?â
Chris shrugs. âBeen thinking about what you said yesterday, about the wedding.â
You stop what youâre doing and put the polish back down, turning your attention on Chris completely. âDid you change your mind?â You ask him.
He sighs and licks his lips before speaking. âConsider it my charity for the year,â he smiles, tilting his head at you. âBut I need a small favor from you.â
âA favor in return isnât charity, Chris, itâs like⌠eye for an eye or whatever.â You look at him deadpan. Of course heâd want something in return, he could never do something for you out of the goodness of his heart.
âWhatever, dude, you want my help or not?â Chris asks. ��If not Iâll just leave, doesnât make a difference to me.â
You huff and give in. âFine. Whatâs the favor?â You ask him.
He pulls out his phone, scooting a bit closer to you on the couch. âThereâs this girl that will not stop hitting me up and sheâs driving me crazy. I told her Iâm not interested, Iâve ignored her messages, I even blocked her on snap to see if sheâd get the hint but she still texts me every day.â He shows you all of the unanswered messages and your jaw drops.
âHoly shit, what does this girl see in you?â You laugh, reading how desperate she was for Chris.
âFunny,â Chris replies, unamused.
âWhat does this have to do with me?â You ask him, looking back up at his face.
âI think itâs only fair if I pretend to be your boyfriend at the wedding, you pretend to be my girlfriend on social media. Only for a few weeks or until she stops messaging me. Plus, youâre way hotter than her. â Chris tells you, and by the tone of his voice, heâs completely serious.
You feel heat rising up your neck and you try to get it under control before your cheeks turn red. âYou think Iâm hot?â You ask him, a teasing lilt in your voice.
âNot the point,â he replies.
âSo you tell me that you would rather be single for the rest of your life than pretend to be my boyfriend, and now you want me to pretend Iâm your girlfriend?â You clarify, and he just nods, like itâs no big deal. âPretending to be together at an event is one thing, but you want to take photos to look like a couple? Thatâs a little⌠intimate donât you think?â
Chris shrugs his shoulders. âIâm a big boy, youâre a big girl. Donât think you can handle a little physical touch without falling for me?â He smirks, leaning in closer to you.
You grimace and reach up to push his shoulder away. âGross, dude. I could have sex with you and still not fall in love with you and your terrible personality.â
Chris gasps, fake shocked, throwing a hand to his chest. âI am a very good lover, why do you think this girl wonât stop texting me?â
Your eyes widen. âYou had sex with her?!â You shriek. âChris, no wonder she keeps blowing your shit up!â
Chris groans and throws his head back, leaning it on the back of the couch. âIt was supposed to be a one time thing, I donât know why sheâs so hung up on me!â
You find yourself giggling a bit before you stop and clear your throat, not wanting to give Chris the satisfaction of making you laugh. You compose yourself and shake your head, clearly disappointed in the boy across from you. âFine, Iâll pretend to be your girlfriend, but no kissing! I draw the line at kissing.â
âOh, you donât have to worry, I donât want to kiss you,â Chris cringes. âSo⌠I guess we should start planning this?â
You nod and smile towards him, placing your hands in your lap as you guys start to figure out how to execute both individual plans.
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a/n: this chapter is SUPER short but itâs kinda just to get a feel of the fic and how itâs gonna play out. I really hope you guys like this series im so nervous about it!!
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BEWITCHED â ěŹě¤, ě ě´
jake and jay are the complete opposite of vampire stereotypes. they aren't sex gods or evil devils like the people warn, they've never drank human blood or even lost their virginity. in reality, jake and jay are two loser best friends who touch themselves more than they've touched a woman's hand and they drink animal's blood. when they find out you've been blamed for their actions, the townspeople accusing you of witchcraft and sacrificing livestock, the two men try their best to help prove your innocence. in exchange you offer them your blood.
PAIRING: vampire!jake x f!reader x vampire!jay
GENRE: smut, romance, angst, dark fantasy au
CONTENTS: vague historical setting, strangers to poly relationship (no mlm), lovey dovey petnames (fight me), mutual love bombing? (in a good way), getting frisky in a corn maze, witches & trials, brief talk of animal sacrifices/death, biting & blood drinking, hanging, past death/side character death (with graphic desc.), one pride and preduduce reference, ft. jungwon, not proofread (itâs way too long iâm sorry)
SMUT WARNINGS: under the cut!
WC: 22.7k
NOTE: thereâs title markers to help you find your spot from where you last read! if you like this work please tell me <3 i realize this might not be everyoneâs type of fic, but iâm hoping thereâll be a few others who enjoy it. lengthy feedback is welcome as always :)
SMUT WARNINGS: two smut scenes (but theyâre long af), virgin!jayke, sub!jayke & dom!reader (maybe kinda switchy at times), bedroom titles (puppy, angel, miss, etc), jayke get turned on by drinking your blood, voyeurism (jake watches you bathe), masturbation, jay is the goodest boy, jake is a pervy cuck in disguise as a good boy, oral sex, piv, creampie (vamps canât procreate), breeding kink, praise/light degradation, making love but itâs filthy, double penetration, a little crying, breast stim, jayke eat you out at the same time
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GUIDED BY FLAMES;
jake and jay are the complete opposite of vampire stereotypes. they arenât sex gods or evil devils like the people warn. theyâve never drank human blood or even lost their virginity.
in reality, jake and jay are two loser best friends who touch themselves more than theyâve touched a womanâs hand and they drink animal blood.
âwhat the hell did this thing eat? it tastes awful.â jay complains after retracting his fangs from the creatureâs body.
âitâs a goat, jay. most likely leftover slop.â jake answers as he watches in disgust at how jayâs mouth latches onto the goatâs furry flesh.
âwould you stop staring at me like that?â
âyou look like a heathen.â jake smirks at his own teasing, satisfied at the way jayâs eyes roll in annoyance, continuing to feed.
âi donât understand how you can just drink it straight from the source. isnât it disgusting?â
âi was starving. i didnât want to wait for us to drain the carcass.â jay answers after drinking the creature dry, tossing it in a nearby wooden crate after.
later on the two boys will take the crate and descend into the forest to burn the body and destroy any evidence. but for now they go back inside the âabandonedâ cathedralâ in which theyâve lived in for years. itâs the one place they feel safeâ far away enough from the town line to keep them hidden, but close enough for them to walk by foot whenever they're due for another âblood runâ.
of course they try their best to catch the wild animals that live in the forest before stealing the townspeopleâs livestock, but theyâre no huntsmen. the best the boys usually can catch is a hare or squirrelâ and unfortunately, theyâre not very filling.
âhey,â jake taps jayâs shoulder as they enter the high ceiling room they converted into a sitting area. there's a scarlet lounge couch, side table, pin cushion chair, as well as a few decorative items that they either found or were left behind.
jay turns to look skeptically at jake, the latter gesturing to his own teeth with a single pointed finger.
âyouâve got a little something here.â
âwhere?â jay asks with concern, immediately trying to scratch out whatever remains between his fangs.
âi think itâsâŚfur.â jake says with over dramatics, leaning in with faux concern and promptly bursting into a fit of giggles after.
jay realizes his sarcasm, nudging him firmly on the shoulder. âdamn you.â he bites with only minor annoyance, most of it only for show as he lays down over the scarlet couch.
âwe already are.â jake smirks, moving to sit in the chair he often occupies, picking up a book heâs just reached the middle mark of.
âclever.â jay replies flatly, the room falling into silence as the older shuts his eyes and the latter begins reading silently.
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youâre out of breath, the cold night air causing your throat and chest to ache as you continue running into unknown darkness. you can no longer see the orange glow of the townspeopleâs flaming torchesâ and the echo of their angry shouts grow fainter.
due to having no light before you other than the stars above, you trip over a fallen stick that snaps under your weight, causing you to harshly hit the ground. you huffâ mostly by annoyance rather than the minor pain.
you canât believe youâve gone from being aâŚwellâ you were about to think âa well respected citizenâ, but the townspeople hardly even treated you humanely. your father was a bastard child, so you were doomed from the start. your low status only added as reason for their distaste towards youâ in the majority of the townspeopleâs minds at least.
regardless, you never would have imagined they would accuse you of witchcraftâ but here you are, groveling in the dirt as you run away from a mob of men and women with pitchforks and torches, wanting to capture you and put you on trial. (which are known to be unfathomably unfair.)
picking up your skirts to prevent further tripping, you stand up with a bothered pinch to your brow and continue forward.
youâre not sure what youâre going to do, but you certainly canât return back to town right nowâ it would be certain death.
so you keep walkingâŚand walking.
youâre not sure how much time has passed, but youâre certain the moon has risen higher in the sky than when you first started your trek.
then you see the faint glow of something in the distance.
your eyes narrowâ stilling as you worry it may be the flame of someoneâs torch, hunting you down. but the light is coming from the opposite direction of townâ and by the looks of it, youâre deep into the thickest part of the forest at this point. it canât be anyone seeking to throw a noose around your neck, surely.
so with hopeful energy in your steps, you walk closer to the light.
it leads you to an old cathedral that appears to have three levels. the faint glow of candle light comes from the second storyâs window on the left. without thinking thereâs any reason to knock, or that whoeverâs up there would be able to hear you, you grab the large door's eccentric knob and open it.
itâs creaks, the sound making a chill run down your spine as the place is completely dark other than the moonlight pouring through the windowsâ though itâs not enough light for you to be able to see properly.
you take a few hesitant, fearful steps, thinking of how youâre in a very vulnerable position right now. someone could easily grab and hurt youâ or do whatever they wanted, especially while youâre out in the middle of a forest. your father would surely have a heart attack from nerves. but you realize with a heavy heart that he must be feeling that way right now, wondering where his daughter isâ or if youâve been captured in prison, waiting to be put to trail.
youâre broken out of your depressing thoughts when you spot a lit candle in its holder down a long hall.
still walking slowly (and youâre not sure if itâs because you feel like youâre trespassing or from the fear of your own footsteps echoing eerily around you), you reach the single legged table that the candle sets upon, picking it up and holding it in front of you, revealing a staircase at the end of the hall.
you feel as though an eternity has passed when you finally reach the third floor. your overly cautious steps and halting every few seconds to peer into the darkness whenever you think you see or hear something is probably whatâs to blame for it.
the weight of dread grows heavy in your stomach as you worry youâll have to open every door in this endless hallway to find which room the light is coming from, but luckily, one of the doors is cracked, and you know it must be the room youâre looking for as the flickering light of candle flame reflects against the floor.
with a heart you feel is about to beat out of your chest, you slowly open the door.
ââŚhello?â
youâre brows furrow in confusion to find the room completely empty, yet appearing as though someone was just here?
thereâs at least ten candles, all lit and resting on various surfaces, the white wax dripping down its base and golden stands as theyâre clearly well used. a rug is on the dark hardwood floors, a large bookshelf with a plethora of old books, and two choices of where to sit.
you walk closer to one of the chairs, head tilting as you look at the book that lays on its seat cushion.
âfirst folioâ it reads, âby william shakespeareâ.
its blood red cover is stark against the dark fabric of the chair, the book laying spine up as if it was dropped haphazardlyâŚ
your stomach suddenly drops as you feel the powerful sensation of fearâ like the impending feeling of doom is about to dig its claws into you.
you turn to run out of the room when you feel strong arms wrapping around yours, some sort of sack being thrown over your head.
you screamâ blood curdling with the unmistakable sound of terror as you can hardly even muster the strength to struggle against the strong hold restricting your limbs and waist.
âplease, please! let me go!â
you hear the sound of another body other than the one behind you, the second person sounding like theyâre standing in front of you.
âplease, donât hurt me.â you start to sob, voice weak as you almost slump in your captureâs arms.
âwhy are you here?â the personâ a manâ in front of you asks, his tone deep and dangerous, like a warning.
âiâ iâŚâ youâre unsure of how to gather your words, especially in your panic and between tearful gasps of breath.
you decide to simply settle for the truth, youâre rather sure you wonât come out of this situation alive either way.
âi was ran out of town.â
the body against your back stiffens just a smidgen, but you donât miss it.
âtheyâ they think iâm a witch.â you sniffle, eyes watering again as you release this is how you will die, in darkness with a broken heartâ ran out of town with the reputation of a poor seamstress and supposed witch. your father wonât ever know whatâs become of you, forced to live the rest of his lonely life with the memory of your late mother and missing daughter.
ââŚare you?â the voice asks again, and you almost wonder if itâs even the same person with how much softer it sounds.
âno, no, iâmâ iâm not.â
âand itâsâŚjust you? do you have any weapons?â
âno.â you answer simply, voice cracking with desperation.
a few beats of silence pass, yet you feel as though something is happening between the two people.
âunhand her.â
âwhat! she couldââ
âlook at her, jay! she can do us no harm.â
another beat of silence, then a sigh right behind your head before the sack is pulled off and your arms are freed.
you blink hard to adjust your eyes and diminish your onslaught of tears. the blurry body of the man in front of you, and the second one who moves away from behind you to stand beside the other, slowly focus into view.
âwhoâŚwho are you?â you breathe, trying to catch the breath youâve lost from fright as you look at the two young men in front of you.
oneâs eyes carry the softness of pity in them as he looks at you, longer, brown hair peeking out from the back of his neck just slightly as he stands with his hands holding themselves in front of him. heâs dressed in nice attire, a black waist coat with matching pants and boots, a white long sleeve underneath.
the second man was dressed similarly, but completely blackâ just like his shorter cut hair and bottomless eyes that bore into you. he reminded you of a snakeâ seconds away from striking.
and yet, even in your terror you could recognize that they were undeniably handsome.
âwho are you is the better question.â the raven haired bites, tone harsh and slightly raised in volume.
âstop it.â the brunet interjects with scolding eyes, putting a hand to the otherâs arms that are crossed defensively.
when he looks to you, his eyes soften immediately, tone gentleâ as though heâs talking to a frightened animal. and you canât really blame him for that. your legs are still trembling. you wonder if they can tell even with your long dress.
âiâm terribly sorry, miss. we really didnât intend to scare youââ
âwhy do they think you to be a witch?â the other interrupts, voice demanding. the softer sighs, pinching is brow in annoyance.
âtheâŚthe livestock. more and more are vanishing. the townspeople think the animals are being used for sacrifices.â
the sharper oneâs eyes widen for a moment, you seemingly catching him of kilter a bit. the other looks like heâs about to be downright sick.
âtheyâŚthe animals?â he mumbles in shock, staring at you.
âwhat reasons do they have to think itâs you?â the dark one asks, slightly less demanding this time but still remaining stern.
âwhat reasons do they have for anyone?â you respond immediately, snapping slightly as your usual gumption rears its head at the mention of the subject that fills you with so much rage and sorrow. âthey hung my own mother because of a baseless accusation of witchcraftâ a nine year old girl was the most recent hanging.â
the raven haired swallows, adamâs apple bobbing as his hard exterior dwindles more and more.
he turns to his anxious looking companion, the two of them sharing a look that somehow looks just as dumbfounded as it does all-knowing.
âwhat are we to do?â the dark one (what did the other man call him earlierâ jay?) asks, sounding completely lost as the other just shakes his head in disbelief.
âumâ perhapsâŚuh,â jay stutters, turning between looking at you and the other. âgive us a few moments toâŚdiscuss.â
you stare at him, standing stalk stillâ because what else can you do except go along with their every whim, youâre the one at a disadvantage here.
jay grabs the otherâs arm, leading him out of the room before he turns to you once more, right before he shuts the door.
âandâŚplease donât try and jump out the window, alright?â he genuinely warns.
you hear the click of the knob, and you sigh as you now know heâs just locked you inside.
you stay in your spot, tears stopping but the tingle of your previous and slightly remaining fear lingering on your arms. but after what feels like a handful of minutes pass, you move to sit down on the chase couch. you havenât had the chance to think about how tired you are from all the emotional exhaustion and running until your body meets the softness of the couch.
before you know it, your body drifts down to lower against the cushions, and you drift off to sleep.
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youâre slowly roused from the fog of sleep as you feel a poke to your arm.
âis she cattle? donât prod her like that.â
âwell i donât know what to do! iâve never woken a sleeping woman before, jake!â
you take a deep inhale as your eyes blink open, mind starting to become clearer as you sit up and rub your eyes before looking at the men in front of you.
ââŚhi again, miss.â the brunet smiles, awkward but charmingly as youâre slightly surprised at the flutter in your stomach it causes you.
âiâd like to apologize, forââŚâ the other begins, seeming to have a hard time finding his words.
finally he starts over, holding his hand out to you with a slight bow. he looks up at you through his eyebrows, a slight curve to his lips thatâs somewhat tilted, akin to a humble smirk.
âmy names jay. iâm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances.â
âlikewise.â you reply, giving him your hand as he places the ghost of a kiss to it, showing his regret.
youâre a little unsure of how you should act. first they capture you, and now theyâre acting gentlemanly?
âiâm y/n.â
âmy names jake, miss y/n.â the barely shorter smiles, keeping a noticeable distance to you, especially compared to jay.
âsoâŚâ the other starts, looking back at jake for a reaffirming glance before holding your gaze. âweâve come to an agreement. weâre going to help you.â
you falter, staring at them clearly confused. âiâŚwhy would you help me?â
âbecause weâre responsible for your misfortunes, miss.â jake replies, eyes flickering up to yours for a fleeting moment before looking down at his feet. he seems to be the shyer one out of the two.
âhowâŚhow are youâŚâ
your eyes rake over their appearances one more time as you take in your situation.
youâre in the middle of a forest, in an old cathedral that these two men seem to live in. theyâre young, seemingly healthy despite their slightly pale appearance. and aside from this well lit room, they seem to be entirely satisfied to wander around in the darkened halls.
and theyâre saying theyâre responsibleâŚforâŚ.
your eyes flash with recognition that the two men are able to recognize, waiting and trying to prepare themselves for any reaction you may have.
âare youâŚvampires?â
âyes.â jay answers.
âbut donât be afraid!â jake adds, raising his hands in front of him as if to show his innocence. âwe havenât beenâŚweâre not bad! and weâre not going to hurt you!â
âwe donât drink human blood.â jay continues calmly, a stark contrast to his friend. âthatâs why the animals have been disappearing, we feed off of them instead.â
âyou havenât fed off of humansâŚever?â
âonly once, when we first turned. and thatâs only because weâd gone mad from the transition.â jay promises with steady eyes. you look to jake, who almost flinches at your gaze, cheeks flaring into a pink blush as he shakes his head in confirmation.
you pause, deep in your head as youâre processing the information.
and your conclusion isâ well, what else do you have to lose?
âso youâll really help me?â
âwe promise, lady y/n. we feel awful that itâs our fault youâre in this positionâ that anyoneâs in this position at all, really.â jay assures. âwe think itâd be a good idea to wait a good while though, until the villagers arenât searching for you anymore?â
you nod your head in agreement, jay smiling and looking surprisingly sweet, completely unlike the stone cold man that interrogated you previously.
âgreat. and by that time, me and jake are hoping weâll have devised a good enough plan. it might not sound like much but itâs the best we can offer.â
âno, thatâsâ this is a great help. thank you.â
ââŚ.and iâm terribly sorry i put that bag over your head!â jake bursts out awkwardly, the deeply sorry yet out of place confession making you gradually descend from a small giggle to full on laughter, jay joining you as well as he looks over at jake amusedly.
âletâs just forget about that. weâre starting fresh.â you smile.
the flustered boy is only able to respond with another nod, still unable to hold eye contact for very long.
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living with jay and jake is quaint, but thereâs an undeniable charm to itâ to them.
they bicker playfully often, but the moment they realize youâre watching with amused eyes or soft laughter, they pull apart as though embarrassed, brushing off their attire with blushed cheeks.
jay is ever the nurturer, always asking if youâre feeling well, physically and mentally. heâs the one who helped you adjust your sleeping schedule to their night time lifeâ since they canât walk in the sun. every time you woke, heâd be right there, a tray of delicious food that he prepared himself just for you.
âwhere did you learn to cook so skillfully? i must say, i didnât expect a vampire to know how to prepare food so well when you donât even eat yourself.â you asked while munching on a biscuit glazed in honey and butter.
jay smiled, the kind that has been making your stomach flounder like a fish latelyâ eyes sparkling and cheeks rising, a stark contrast to the handsome yet sharp expression his face usually rests in.
âi enjoyed cooking often before i turned.â heâd answered simply, leaving you to wonder about the life the both of them led before they became creatures cursed to the dark shadows of the night.
jake is akin to a skittish, stray puppy. itâs quite clear that he wants to speak to you more comfortably and spend time with you as jay does, but the moment you direct your attention to him he spirals into a stuttering mess with shaking pupils.
nevertheless, heâs incredibly polite.
you were balancing on a latter that was connected to the bookshelf, trying your hardest to grab a specific book that remained just out of your reach. you heard someone entering the room and turned your head out of instinct to see who it was, and you lost your footing.
your high pitched yelp and the squeak of shoes against hardwood was all that you can remember as you fell, before you fell into the surprisingly strong arms ofâ
âjake?â
âmâ miss! you shouldnât be on the latter when wearing such long of skirts!â he scolded, tone ever so gentle and sweet even as he did so.
âiâm sorry.â you apologized softly, feeling as though it was only appropriate given how close his face was to yours. jake suddenly became aware of this as you caught his eyes glancing down to your lips, before a raging red burned the tips of his ears, quickly spreading to his cheeks.
he put you down gently, but in a hurryâ avoiding your gaze once again as he offered: âjâ just tell me what you wish to read and iâll get it for you, miss.â
irrefutably, they were kind hearted menâ which is why it saddened you when they had to leave for hours on end almost every other day, struggling to catch anything significant in the forest, since they learned of the witch trails and stopped taking animals from the town.
youâve thought heavily about it in the two weeks youâve been here, and secretly youâve collected and have been reading any book you could find in their vast collection about vampires.
just a few hours into the night and you see jay and jake looking out the window, judging by the rise of the moon what time it is.
you know theyâre about to turn around to tell you theyâre about to change and go on the hunt, and so you interrupt them before either of them can take a breath.
âi donât want you to go hunting anymore.â you state almost a little too urgently, the two men turning to you with a look as though youâd grown two heads.
âbutâŚmy lady, we have to.â jay explains, almost sounding as though heâs asking a question with how confused he is over your outburst.
âwhat if you didnât have toâŚâ you begin, unsure of how to say it.
âwhat do you mean?â jake asks, a rare moment where heâs fully staring at you, bashfulness forgotten as you stand before them.
âiâŚi could give you my blood.â
jayâs eyes widen impossibly, and jake becomes so flustered he hides his face in his hands and turns his back to you in favor of staring out the window.
ây/n! butâ youâŚitâsâŚâ
jayâs eyes unfocus as his gaze is almost aimless, staring at nothing as you can tell heâs consumed by his thoughts.
then he clears his throat and shakes his head, your interest sparked as itâs rare for even him to be bashfulâ and if you didnât know his expressions so well you would have missed it.
âitâs notâŚto be taken lightly, giving a vampire your blood. especially sinceâŚâ
âsince you havenât fed off a human before, besides that one time. i know.â you begin, knowledgeable from your vampiric studying.
a vampire drinking blood, especially from a willing humanâ itâs intimate, and can sometimes be somewhat of a sexual act. especially when jay and jake have been deprived of human blood for such a long time, itâs more likely to getâŚintense. and you canât lie, the thought thrills youâ but thatâs not even your intention. your purpose is pure. why have the boys go out every night to struggle to fill their appetite when youâre right here?
âiâm aware of it all, jay. and i still want to help youâŚif you want to have me.â
jake abruptly makes a choked sound that descends into a cough from your words, that he knows you didnât mean to sound soâŚsuggestive. and yet he finds himself having to talk himself down, desperate to calm the growing hardness between his legs before itâs noticeable.
jay stares at you with wide black eyes that can hold every spark of light in his irises, biting his lip and subsequently flashing his sharpened fangs at you. your heart stirs.
âare youâŚsure?â
âentirely, jay. iâve thought of this for a while.â
âand youâre aware that itâŚwill hurt, a bit.â
you nod your head, a small smile thatâs meant to be soothing on your lips.
âiâm not one to be overly sensitive to pain.â
ââŚalright,â jay whispers, growing closer to stand before you, the tips of his shoes just beneath your skirts.
your heart starts to beat faster in anticipation, slowly pulling the sleeve of your bodice down to further reveal your neck and the junction of your shoulder, staring up at jay the entire time.
the raven haired man shudders a breath, unable to control where his gaze lands anymore as he looks from your face to the smooth skin of your clavicle, and how the short ruffled hem of your blouse frames it enticingly. your breathing becomes faster as jay finally closes the small remaining distance, hands holding your waist as he pulls you against him. his nose brushes against your cheek, and you can hear him taking a slow inhale.
âyou smell goodâŚlike youâll taste sweet.â he mutters almost to himself, but you feel your body reacting to his words and his breath fanning against your neck, large hands gripping your waist more firmly.
âyour heart is beating faster.â jay wonders, leaning further down towards the junction of your shoulder. âare you ready, my lady?â
âyes, jay. go aheadâŚbite me.â
his mouth bares as heâs not slow in sinking his teeth into your flesh, making the pain not as badâ but itâs still enough to make you gasp, a burning hurt in your shoulder that turns into an odd yet tingly sensation as jay starts to suck.
you sigh as you get used to the feeling, jayâs lips pressing into your skin. his hands move in favor to wrap his arms entirely around your waist, and you find yourself having to surpass a moan at his chest being pressed against yours, and how his sucking spreads that tinglyâ growingly pleasurable weak sensation all over your body.
âjake,â you breathily call out, wanting the boy to get a taste before youâll have to stop.
the brunet slowly turns around, big brown eyes glossy in the moonlight as they roam over your form thatâs captured in jayâs hold. your dress has lowered even more, breasts peeking out from the top as your face is contorted into an almost pleasurable expression.
you look absolutely breathtakingâ and delectable. which is maybe why jake hardly even notices how his feet take a step forward.
still, heâs hesitant, and you find yourself cooing to him with one arm outstretched.
âcome, jakey. itâs okay. get your fill.â
you donât miss the earnest whimper that he lets out before heâs suddenly in front of you, legs trembling as he stumbles to his knees beneath you. his hands are desperate and eager as he grabs your forearm, bringing himself closer until his teeth are piercing into your veins.
you canât help the pained sound you let out, jake much more messy and uncoordinated with how he bites you, and him sucking right at your veins make that pleasurable feeling grow ten fold. your cunt pulses strongly between your legs, nipples hardening as you feel like everything becomes more sensitive.
your moan is crude, but the boys only react with throaty whines of their own as they press and suck their plush lips to your skin more desperately. all control has practically been lost between the three of you all at once, your thighs growing weaker as jake presses himself to your leg, one hand wrapping around it from beneath your dress while the other still holds your arm with bruising strength that youâre sure is unconscious. jakeâs legs squeeze around your ankle, and thatâs when youâre made aware of the distinct hardness his cock has turned. you find your foot pushing against him without thinking, the movement so slightâ and yet jake his moaning out from the sensation.
one of jayâs hands creeps up from your waist to cup your jaw, tilting you more to the side before his fingers feel downward, over the veins of your neck.
âyâ y/n,â he exhales shakily, retracting his teeth out of your shoulder to lick at the blood that drips down.
you let out a moaned sigh that sounds too weak for jayâs liking. he tightens his hold of you in his arms, finding himself having to keep you upright as you lose the strength to stand. his eyes look into yours, which are hazy and half lidded.
though he loves how undeniably arousing you look like this, he knows you need a break.
âjake..jake, stop.â
jake is still mindlessly sucking away at your blood, and when jay sees him grind his hips down onto your shoe, he takes a handful of his hair and roughly yanks him off of you.
âjake! thatâs enough!â
your eyes start to repetitively blink until theyâre shut, leaning all of your weight into jayâs arms as you drift into a deep slumber.
the tone of your relationship changes after that, and the three of you become lovers.
it was bound to happen, you realize nowâ with how sweet jay and jake are, and the sexual tension that keeps building between you with every blood feeding you give them.
jake is still easily flustered, but incredibly clingy and affectionate now. and jay fares no better, a protective hand always having to be pressed to the small of your back or around your waist.
now when they bicker they donât stop until youâre having to scold them or pull them apart, and the boys only seem to enjoy how you fuss over them. when you wake you are still greeted with a tray of jayâs delicious food, but now instead of having jay simply sit by your side, jay and jake are both in your bed, cuddled up to your side or brushing their fingers through your hair.
the passion of your affections are growing, and so is your lustâ and you can only wonder when the rope holding you all back will snap.
after four weeks of hiding out in their cathedral, jay and jake finally begin a conversation about how to prevent your own hanging.
âquite frankly, why donât we just flee to another town?â jake asks as you all sit in the common area. youâre sprawled across jayâs lounge sofa, the raven haired man having you between his legs while jake sits at his usual spot in his chair.
âi canât leave my father, and he wonât abandon the farm. itâs not much butâŚitâs his whole livelihood. and itâs where he lived with motherâŚâ
jay and jake share a look, the older running a comforting hand through your hair as he speaks to you in a comforting tone.
âthen we wonât flee, dearest. weâll just have to find another way.â
âdo you have any witnesses of your recent doings before they accused you?â jake asks after a quiet moment of deep thinking.
you ponder over his words, having trouble with how jayâs arm squeezes possessively around your waist. jakeâs lips push into a pout as his brows furrow, beginning to feel jealous at the way you let jay be all over youâ while heâs across just watching.
âyes. in fact, my week was full with appointments.â you recall.
you have a small seamstress shop to help ends meet, and though itâs quaint, itâs what youâre known forâ which can come as a help with your current predicament.
âi think i had a customer every day. with the cold weather fast approaching, everyone wants to get their clothes patched up or new ones made.â
âperfect! so weâll just talk to them and ask them to give their account.â jay says cheerily, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, causing you to giggle.
jake practically scoffs, abruptly standing to march over and kneel, wrapping his arms around your middle and pressing his face into your stomach.
âmy tuurrn.â he whines, rubbing his nose against you and making you ticklish.
âalright, alright, puppy. come here.â you laugh, jake eagerly hopping up to lay himself in your lap.
he lets out a content sigh as your fingers massage at his scalp, jay chuckling under his breath.
âbut how will you help me gather witnesses when you canât walk in the sun?â
âweâll just have to go at night, lovely. it may raise suspicion butâŚwhat more can we do?â
jay assumes the plan has ended at that. the boys wonât let you go alone to town in fear youâll end up dead, so in their minds the plan is to run into town at night, gathering as many testimonials as they can over the span of a few days while hiding out in your fatherâs barn when the sun's out. but unbeknownst to the two menâ you just wonât have it. the plan is more than a little iffy. the townspeople have been an edge from the witching trails and missing livestock for a while now. people are staying awake at nightâ watching out for anything that seems odd. with this plan, not only will you be hung, but jay and jake too.
so as you sit there, squeezed between your two overly affectionate lovers who youâve only just begun the pleasure of knowingâ you devise a secret plan of your own.
youâll just have to wait for the perfect moment to put it into action.
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the night is a foggy one, leaving your skin uncomfortably clammy.
jay prepares you a bath in a tin basin, left outside at the back of the church from where they would commence baptismals.
âmake sure to let it cool.â warns jay as he pours the boiling water he prepared into the tub. âit shouldnât take long with how cold it is.â
âthank you, angel.â you smile, jay coming closer to receive a peck on the cheek.
âdonât take too long to bathe, my lady. itâs safe, but i donât like the thought of you being out here by yourself.â
you assure him youâll be quick, and with one last look jay is opening the back door and going back inside, leaving you to the misty night.
it takes a bit for you to untie your corset and layers of skirts, hanging each article of clothing on the short stair rail of the back door until youâre stripped bare. the basin is billowing with steam, but when you prick your finger into the water itâs just the right temperature.
careful to not fall as you step in, you sink yourself into the water with a relaxed sigh.
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jake walks down the long corridor, heeding jayâs words to check on you as his anxiousness only seems to grow with every minute that passes, jake feeling the same way.
which is possibly why he forgets the fact that you are naked until he opens the door enough to crack, and gets an eyeful of your gloriously bare body, and heâs suddenly struck dumbâ standing completely still and unable to look away.
you look as beautiful and dangerous as a siren, soaking in the steaming tub with skin that shines in the moonlight. your breasts are barely concealed beneath the water, one long leg peaking out and balancing along the basinâs edge. your hair is damp as you run your fingers through it, and jake doesnât miss how the movement pushes your breasts together.
you are the most beautiful creature heâs ever laid eyes onâ and jake hasnât seen many naked women, but after seeing you he doesnât desire to see anymore, as none could ever compare.
jake swallows dryly. enough seconds have passed for him to have at least one cognitive thought, which is that itâs entirely ungentlmenly to be watching a naked woman batheâ even if that naked woman is his loverâ without her permission.
but he justâŚcanât.
against his better judgment and beliefs, jake continues watching you through the crack of the door, ignoring how his cock twitches to life at the sight of you.
after running your hands through your hair a bit, getting all the tangles out, you lean over the tub to grab a bar of soap. jake luckily is quick enough to press a hand to his mouth before his gasp escapes when you sit up straighter in the tub, revealing the entirety of your breasts and perked nipples to his perverted eyes. as you start to rub the soap over your body, bubbly suds run down your body and between the swells of your chest, making jake grow in jealousy as he wishes he had that honor.
his âsecond brainâ, painfully hard and throbbingâ is getting impossible to ignore. so jake lets one hand move down to grope at himself, softly jerking it through his pants.
heâs never felt such intense pleasure while touching himself as he does right now, and he knows itâs because he has a gorgeous woman with a heavenly body to watch as he imagines it was you touching his cock, calling him a good boy as youâd allow him to squeeze and suck at your tits.
jake has to bite down on his bottom lip to conceal a shuddered breath, and when you put down the soap to lift both your hands and start massaging the suds into the skin of your breasts, the poor boy almost chokes.
âpuppyâŚi know youâre here.â
jakeâs eyes widen as he stands stock-still, unable to even remove his hand from his crotch as he feels like prey standing in front of a lioness.
you turn your head to look at him, a sultry smirk on your lips that has jake whimpering.
you let out a small giggle at the sound and how sensitive the boy must be to get this worked up over just seeing you bathe. with one hand, you bid him closer.
âcome, darling. you must be so hard, hm?â
jake feels as though heâs walking on clouds as he approaches the basin, standing at the side of itâ humiliated at the realization that with you sitting down, the bulge in his pants is right at your eye level. heâs unable to look away from your gaze. he doesnât want toâ but he does try to shield his visual arousal with two hands over his crotch.
you tut disapprovingly, leaning relaxed into the tub like you have all the power and assurance in the worldâ and with jake, you do.
âdonât hide from me, puppy. show me.â
the term of endearment you often call him has a whole new effect in the situation jake finds himself in, letting out a little whine as he removes his hands to instead grip them behind his back. his lips pout and eyes shine, innocently round as you can tell heâs trying to win your forgiveness. but heâll soon find out you arenât mad in the slightest.
âaw, that looks so painful.â
jake nods his head, a now ploring look in his eyes that you have to resist smiling at in your cockiness.
âwant me to help you, darling?â
âyâ yes please, miss.â
your hand raises to cup his manhood, delighted to find he's more than a handful big. jake exhales shakily, body wracking in a sudden shiver before he apologizes for it under his breath. youâre so incredibly endeared by his shy sensitivity, wondering how a boy so sweet could have been touching himself to your naked bodyâ thinking he was doing it in secret, just moments ago.
ânaughty boy, jerking your cock when you thought i didnât know.â
âiâmâ iâm sorry, y/n. iâ i thoughtââ
âthat i wouldnât find out? thatâs even naughtier, puppy.â
jake moans longly at your sultry scolding, cheeks blushing at the sound heâs unfamiliar with making so passionately. and as he looks down, seeing his gorgeous lover palming his cock while her breasts are pressed enticingly against the inner walls of the tubâ he finds himself babbling all his shameful thoughts.
âiâm so sorry, miss. you justâ you looked so pretty. i just couldnât control myself, couldnât stop.â
you coo, continuing to move your hand over his covered shaft more firmly as he squirms.
âpoor puppy. so helpless. but tell me this, jakey. if i hadnât caught you, would you have kept touching yourself until you came?â
âmâ miss!â jake exclaims, eyes squeezing shut as your hand only moves faster, his breath gaining speed along with it.
âoh, donât act all scandalized. i know what a pervert you are now, jakey. tell me.â
âiâ iââ the boy struggles to speak, finding himself in this very moment close to coming.
but before anything can proceed further, another voice echoes into the night.
âwhat in godâs name is taking the both of you so long!â
jay busts through the door rather unceremoniously (unlike jake), but his eyes widen and he is suddenly silenced in a similar way.
he only stares for a moment, eyes flitting over your naked bodyâ pausing at your exposed breasts and hip bone peeking above the water, before shielding your modesty with his own hands over his eyes.
âmâ my lady, iâm so sorââ
âitâs okay, angel. you can look.â
jayâs body flinches, hesitant as though he cannot believe his ears. after a few seconds more, he finally slowly lowers his hands.
ââŚdearest?â he asks, question incomplete, but youâre sure you know what heâs wondering.
âjakey here was being a pervert and watching me bathe.â you tell honestly, your hand removing from jakeâs cock to his utter dismay, feeling his climax slip through his fingers. (or rather, yours.)
âbastard.â jay mutters under his breath, but jake catches it as the open land causes the noise to echo, snapping his head to scoff at jay offendedly.
âdonât act so righteous. you would have done the same.â
âi quite literally just proved i wouldnât!â jay defends himself, and before an argument can break out between the two, youâre raising yourself from the tub.
âmâŚmiss? where are you going?â
you take languid steps towards the door, purposely swinging your hips to each side just enough to make the boys drool while at the same time trying not to seem like youâre meaning to tempt them. it works, because when you peer over your shoulder theyâre not looking at your face.
âto my bedchamber, where i expect you both to follow me.â
the boys pause for only a moment, giving each other a wide eyed look before hurrying to catch up with you.
jay grabs your hanging clothing before you can, folding them neatly over his bent arm. you smile at his sweetness, slowly moving to cup his jaw and give him a kiss. jake watches it all with bated breath, how your naked breasts push up against jayâs suit as you whisper a âgood boyâ in his flushed ear. jealousy and longing starts to simmer in his stomach, but the flutter of his own arousal is enough to sedate him.
the two men stay silent as they feel an eternity drags on while following closely behind you down the winding hallways, their eyes trained on your ass and the alluring way it sways when you move. the shadows and moonlight sticking to the contours of your spine make you look like a sort of enchanted beingâ which is humorous when you consider itâs really them who are the magical creatures. and you have them trailing behind you as though on a leash, listening to their enchantressâs every whim.
when you reach your bedroom jay hurries to open the door for you, and jake curses at himself for missing another opportunity of praise.
the three of you enter in, you bidding jay to set your clothes down over a chair before asking them to sit on the edge of your bed.
they both do so hesitantly, as though they still canât believe whatâs happening. here you stand completely naked, and yet they look like the utterly vulnerable ones. jay and jake both have their hands folded in their laps obediently, the bulges in their pants evident as they look up to you with adorably round and shining eyes.
you acknowledge the tenderness of the moment with a gentle hand to both of their thighs. if this continues, it will be your first time to bed together.
âdo you bothâŚwant this?â
âyes.â the boys answer together.
they immediately become embarrassed, not only by speaking in unison but also by their obvious eagerness, glancing at each other before avoiding eye contact completely.
you giggle, raising your hands to ruin your fingers through each of their scalpâs affectionately. jake sighs out in what practically sounds like relief, jay having a ghost of a smile as his eyes fall shut.
your hand starts to creep down jayâs chest, the path you're taking to his cock evidently clear to the man as he stops you with a gentle yet urgent grasp around your wrist.
âiâ my ladyâŚweâŚâ
âwhat is it, angel?â you ask, brows pinching slightly in concern as jay looks down at your touching hands, rather than your face.
jake clears his throat nervously, cheeks a bright red when your gaze falls to his.
âwe havenât everâŚlaid with a woman before.â
your disbelief is apparent, eyes widening and mouth opening just slightly as you gawk at the two absolutely stunning men in front of you. how on earth could they have ever kept their chastity? they must have had plenty of women throwing themselves at them.
âwe were virgins when we turned, and after that we justâŚâ jay begins, jake finishing for him yet again.
âwe were always on the run, terrified of the monsters we had become. we spent years together practically running away from our own cursed existence, just trying to keep away from humans completely in fear that weâd hurt someone.â
âafter a few years we realized we could manage control of ourselves pretty well. every adult in our lives or book we read as humans talked of vampires as bloodthirsty killers, so itâs what we had assumed.â
your heart sinks, having to will your eyes not to water hearing them describe such a sad existence up until now.
âyouâreâ youâre not.â you insisted breathily, making sure to look firmly into both of the boys eyes. âyouâre wonderful, unlike any men iâve ever metâ unlike anyone at all really.â
they smile, eyes twinkling, and it touches a part so deeply in your heart that youâre sure hasnât ever been reached before. and yet they manage to do so easilyâ without even meaning to.
âanywayâŚâ jay begins softly. âlosing our virginity was the last thing on our minds.â
âspeak for yourself.â jake mutters with a little sass. âi for one am tired of how well iâve gotten to know my own fist.â
you laugh abruptly, keeping eye contact with jake as your hand continues its track to cup over jayâs manhood, causing his thighs to twitch a little farther open and an almost undetectable sound to come from his throat.
âwell, iâm afraid youâll have to wait a little longer.â you smirk, slowly lowering to your knees between jayâs legsâ the ravenâs eyes watching in absolute rapt attention at your gorgeous form kneeling in front of him.
âwhat? missââ
âyou had your turn when you got a private little peep show. now go sit on that chair and watch, hm?â
jakeâs eyes roam, from your groping hand motions over jayâs cock to the way the man throws his head back in ecstasy at just the minor stimulation alone. biting his lip so hard you wonder if it might bleed, jake takes a few steps over to sit at the chair thatâs placed at the perfect spot to get a full view of your ass as youâre looking over jayâs lap.
âgood boy.â you whisper to him, jake whimpering at the praiseâ the way you donât even look at him when you say it somehow rilling him up even more. âif you keep acting good iâll give you a special treat, puppy.â
âok, miss. sâ so, i can touch myself?â
âyes.â you answer, and then bring your full attention to jay.
his eyes are squeezed shut as the simple action of your palm over his cock brings him to absolute bliss. the bulge in his pants isâŚgenerous. your mouth waters to have it in your mouth, but you want to play with him a bit more.
âfeels good, angel?â
âyesâ yes, y/n. your hands are heavenly.â
you bite down on your smirk, jay opening his eyes and shuddering at the expression on your face that makes his skin burn even hotter.
âwell, it will feel even better when my hands are actually on your cock. can i take off your pants, darling?â
he nods eagerly, eyes almost sparkling amidst the black of them in excitement.
you begin to unbutton his pants, glancing up at him again and speaking soft and sweet, trying to take extra care because itâs his first timeâ but also in efforts to return the gentleness he always treats you with. âcould you help me by taking off your upper garments?â
he nods again, rushing all too much to unfasten his black and charcoal gray suit vest, fingers clumsy and unsuccessful in their haste.
you coo, stopping your original task to clasp both your hands around one of his, sitting up a little straighter so youâre drawn closer to his face.
âthereâs no need to rush my dark angel, we have all night.â
âyesâŚsorry, my lady.â jay whispers, appearing flustered as he stares down.
you nudge his nose with yours to get him to look at you again, smiling at him affectionately when he does.
âitâs alright, gorgeous. just let me take the time to make you feel good.â
he sucks the bottom of his lip in his mouth with the ghost of a nod, trying but failing to not glance down at your own pretty mouth.
you grant him his unspoken wish, pressing your lips to his, eventually falling into a slow and sensual dance with every kiss. your fingers make good work at his vest, pulling away from him when you unfasten the last button. you return back to your original task of removing his pants, jay obediently lifting his hips as you pull them off, his hardened length springing free. the mushroom tip is a soft red, average length with a prominent vein running up the shaft that makes you want to run your tongue along its path.
jayâs hesitant groan is what makes your eyes flick up to his, only to be distracted by his chest that is now completely bare. heâs strongâŚunsurprisingly, defined arms and a torso hardened by muscle making your heart beat faster.
âyouâre staringâŚâ jay almost whines, voice textured as it wavers from embarrassment.
âsorry.â you murmur, almost breathless yourself as you sit back on your feet, lowering your mouth nearer to his cock. âcanât help it.â
the touch of your tongue against his shaft is gentle, and yet jay makes a choked moan as you lick up his vein. your hand grasps around the base of it to keep it still as you begin kissing and flicking your tongue at his leaky tip, looking up into his eyes while doing so.
âfâ fucking hell.â jay curses, losing more control as his pleasure begins to become more apparent in his voice, breathing out through his nose deeply.
you then swallow down all of his length into your wet, hot mouth, feeling him twitch against your tongue as he abruptly moans loudly.
you hear a high pitched whimper behind you that has you feeling cheeky, arching your back for the boy behind you as you bob your head on jayâs cock once.
âshâ shit.â jake shudders at the dirty yet gorgeous sight of your feminine hips and behind, not quite being able to see but knowing you have another manâs cock in your mouth. his hand tugs at his own with more speed than his previous languid groping, not wanting to release too soon as he has a feeling heâll be waiting for a while. and oddly, heâs okay with that. the sight and sounds of you sucking off another manâ his best friend no lessâ is more arousing than he could have ever expected.
ânever had someone taste you before, angel?â you rhetorically ask, but jayâs shaking his head cutely anyway.
ânâ no. feelsâŚhahâŚyour mouth feels so good on my câ cock.â
you continue bobbing your head, careful to not go too soft, but at a rhythm thatâs not so slow that he feels youâre being too mean. you want this to last, which means you need to keep him from busting too soon. jayâs hands move to brush your hair behind your ears, away from your face. you feel your heart flutter from his affectionate consideration. even when heâs so aroused, he doesnât forget about you.
you reward him by fondling his balls and swallowing around him tightly, the manâs hips bucking from the sensations, causing you to gag as his hands remove from your hair and hover before youâ as though he wants to touch your body, needing something to anchor himself to, but is hesitant without your explicit permission.
âfâ fuck, iâm sorry, my lady. didnâtâ didnât mean to, canât control it.â
you hum around him as a way to say itâs okay. your hands wrap deliberately around his wrists, bringing his open palms to your breasts. his eyes are almost innocent in the way they widen at the first brush of your hardened nipples against his hands, hesitant yet eager in how he finally begins to fondle them in his hold.
âoh shitâŚâ
the feeling of your plump breasts being squished between his kneading hands becomes an immediate addiction to jay. and judging by the shaken little exhale you breathe against his pelvis, itâs making you feel good too. which only makes jay feel even more pleasured, knowing that his hands are making your body feel good, the man groaning lowly as he gropes at your tits with more confidence.
jake lets out a particularly loud, needy whimper that reminds jay that heâs still in the room, looking over to the younger.
his entire cock is drenched in pre cum, the tip literally drooling in little strings that land on his thighs or the chair below. his entire body is stripped, jake having taken off his clothes sometime when neither of you were paying attention. his hips thrust into his hand desperately, stomach quivering and muscles taught by the intense sensations that wrack over his body.
jay would laugh at him if he werenât breathing so heavily from your hands and mouth, but he does manage to tease jake a little further by pinching one of your nipples, causing you to moan out prettily as your thighs spread open a little more, your own cunt becoming needy to be touched.
when jake notices jayâs cocky yet blissed out smirk, heâs unable to even glare at him, his climax rapidly approaching.
ây/n, pâ please can i cum?â
ânot yet, pup.â you order to his dismay, the boy whining childishly, making you clench at the pretty sound.
âlâ lovely?â
âhm?â you hum around jay, making eye contact with the man whoâs cheeks are ruddy and lips bitten red. he looks absolutely ravished, and youâve only had him in your mouth.
âcan you go faster, please? wanâ want to come now.â
âyes, darling. fill my mouth, hm?â
right after you speak, you attach your lips around his cock again and donât hold anything backâ for the first time tonight.
a bead of your spit drips down his length as the raunchy sounds of your mouth bouncing up and down his cock, piercing your throat fills the room. jay cannot hold back his wanton moans, or help the way his hips hump along with the fast pace youâve set. his hands move from your tits to cup your face,
fingers trembling against your skin.
âoh, oh dearestâ iâm cumming, iâm cumming!â
his seed erupts from his tip and fills your mouth as you do your best to swallow it all down, jayâs girthy cock pumping against your lips as his juices just keep coming, his powerful orgasm lasting long.
heâs trembling when you finally pull off, yet his hands grab at your body frantically, pulling you up until his lips meet yours in a passionate kiss that has you moaning into his mouth. jay sucks on your tongue, the dirty taste of his cum staining it somehow only arousing him further as he sighs blissfully.
when the kiss is finally broken jays eyes are drooped sleepily, and you help him scoot up on your bed and lay him down.
âjust rest here, my dark angel. iâm gonna take care of jakey now.â you whisper after kissing his cheek tenderly. jay only nods, humming out dreamily as you rise from the bed.
âmiss, please.â jake begs as he watches you get down on your knees before him now, his eyes teary and hand still roughly fisting his cock, stopping just below the head every now and then to fend off his climax.
he watches the cruel smile that stretches your enchanting lips as you see what a mess heâs made of himselfâ just from watching the two of you.
âmy, jakey. you really are such a dirty little puppy.â you wonder aloud before pushing off his hand to replace it with your own, jake moaning long and drawn out just from the simple touchâ feeling as though heâs about to fall apart after practically having to edge himself this entire time.
you break the string of his precum connecting to his trembling thighs when you encase him in your mouth, not bothering going slow with himâ as you know no matter what you do he'll be cumming down your throat quickly.
jakeâs whimpers are high pitched and cracked from his sore throat, panting between each pathetic sound as you move your mouth up and down his cock just like jayâs.
jakeâs cock is a little longer than jayâs with less girth, making you think of how good the olderâs could stretch you open, while jakeâs could kiss your cervix with each thrust.
you moan around him as you find yourself unable to keep your hands off of your own neglected clit, rubbing your slick around and around it just enough to give you some relief.
âkissâ wanna kiss you!â jake begs, voice so broken and desperate that you hurry to give him what he cries for, sitting up on your knees and letting him lick and drool into your mouth while your hand still rapidly fucks his cock.
the kiss is sloppy and can hardly be called a kiss, but the sensuality of it riles you up all the same, jakeâs stuttering hips rutting into your hands while his brows furrow, eyes squeezing shut and sobbing as you feel him squirt all over your fist, white stripes shooting out everywhere, some even landing on your stomach or the bottom swell of your tits.
his cock never softens, even when youâre sure his orgasm has finished, he doesnât even ask you to stopâ he simply cries and trembles, never once shying away from your hand.
âlets go to the bed, puppy. come, thatâs a good boy.â
âgood. good boy.â jake mutters cutely to himself as he hardly can stand up on his own, clinging to you in a hug immediately after you help him upright. you have to walk him backwards to the mattress as you have no intentions of making him separate from you, your seizing heart wouldnât allow it. heâs so adorable and needy.
âyes, jakey. youâre such a good boy. lay down, sweetheart.â
âyes, miss.â he squeaks obediently, lying against the sheets as you straddle his hips and admire him from above.
his thick tufts of hair splay out beautifully around his head, a few tear tracks glistening on his pink little cheeks while big brown eyes gaze up at you like youâre the one whoâs hung the stars above, lighting up the darkness.
âi love youâŚâ jake confesses in a tender whisper, that somehow still hits you with such power you audibly gasp.
âiâm sorry, but i do love you so terribly much, my beautiful girl. i just couldnât keep from saying it.â
âi love you too.â jay adds after turning on his side, grabbing your hand and pressing it to his lips. âso much it makes my heart ache.â
youâre silent, unable to find words as jay rubs his thumb over your knuckles, and jakeâs hands move up and down your sides soothingly.
âwe know itâs soon, y/n. you donât have to say it backââ
âi love you!â you exclaim, much more loudly and ungraceful compared to their adoring words encased with tender tones. but you mean it all the same, and it hits them just as powerfully.
âiâmâ iâm in love with you both.â
jay is unable to keep himself from sitting up and hurriedly kissing your lips, hand grasping the nape of your neck while your mouths wetly smack together.
jay confesses his affections once more, uttered against your panting lips, before pulling away and letting you lower your body down against jake, wrapping him up in just as passionate of a kiss.
âmy love, pâ please put me inside. need to feel your warmth around me.â
âyes, puppy.â you grant, voice airy as youâre still catching your breath.
when your hand takes hold of his still hard and throbbing length, jake winces at the mix of slight painâ which only heightens his pleasure as he finds himself enjoying the overstimulation. when the tip breaches your sopping entrance jakeâs entire body shivers, and you donât even bother hiding the cocky smirk that lifts your lips, the boy whining in response as his cheeks blush so prettily.
choked little grunts and moans come from jake as you slowly slide down to the hilt, releasing a sigh of your own as you get used to the feeling of his long cock inside your cunt.
âfuck, sâ so warm, nâtight.â
âare you alright, darling?â you check, brushing a delicate hand over his hot cheek.
his damp eyes look up to yours, staring at you as his brain needs more time to process your words when heâs distracted by the overwhelmingly good yet unfamiliar feeling of his cock being encased in such soft warmth. then heâs frantically nodding his head, as pleads fall from his swollen lips.
âmâokay. please move, y/n. iâll be a good boy, please?â
you wrap your arms around his neck and press a kiss to his lips before you start riding your hips up and down his shaft. jakeâs reaction is immediate, eyes squeezing shut and pushing back into the pillows as his large hands squeeze into the comforting flesh of your hips. you find your cunt needy from all the messing around and lack of attention before this, feeling a fluttery pressure in your stomach build and build quickly with each time jakeâs cock impales your womb.
jake feels a natural sort of instinct as his pleasure grows, his hands moving to press your waist against his stomach, tilting the angle differently before he plants his feet firmly into the mattress and starts fucking up into your pussy.
you cry out as you feel new colors burst behind your eyelids, falling forward and subsequently burying jake into your breasts.
the man only groans as he wonders if heâs died a second death and has somehow made it to heaven, his shining slick lips mouthing over your tits until they brush over your bud and he sucks it inside. what he and jay lack in experience they more than make up for it with their passion and love for you. youâre not sure if only a small twinkle of moments have passed, or if itâs been an otherworldly eternity. all you know is that as jake flicks his eager, desperate tongue over your nipple, and one of his hands move to rub little patterns against your clit, you feel your climax quickly approaching.
âohâ good boy. good boy, jakey. kâ keep doing that.â
âcan i come inside of your pussy, miss? iâ iââ
âyes!â you cry out desperately as your legs start to tremble, thanking every god out there that you studied so many vampiric literature, or you wouldnât have known vampires canât procreate.
âinside! inside me, pâ please, puppy!â
âyâ yes, miss.â jake whimpers sweetly, rutting into you deeper as he hugs your body against his. âpuppyâs gonna give it to you, gonna fill your cunt up with my cum. shâ shit!â
the second you feel his warmth filling you, youâre seeing stars, reaching your high along with jake as he pants and kisses sloppily at your neck.
you collapse into his chest, your rib cages rising and falling in sync as you catch your breath.
you hear a swallowed moan, and turn your head to see jayâs eyes squeezed shut, jerking off his own cock furiously.
âdonât you dare waste that, jay.â
âwâ what, my lady?â he flinches, hand immediately stopping its frantic movements as his eyes widen from being caught.
âi want you inside me too, love. come,â you beckon him, legs still laying open as you're laid against jake.
âbâ but, if youâre tiredââ
ânonsense. please come fuck me before i ride you myself.â
jay thickly swallows, evidently not expecting this outcome.
he moves somewhat unsurely, positioning himself behind you between the entanglement of your and jakeâs legs. you lift yourself up on your knees, presenting yourself so lewdly to the man as a furious red burns up his neck. you giggle at him, jay looking away from your pussy that has jakeâs cum leaking out of it to see that youâre peering at him over your shoulderâ the image becoming a new core memory for jay, one heâs sure heâll never forget in his eternal lifetime as his thoughts tell him youâre the perfect picture of pure beauty and raw sensualism.
jay slowly pushes into your wet heat, more of jakeâs cum gushing out as his girthy shaft stretches you deliciously, a drawn moan escaping your lips.
âthere you go, angel. fuck my cunt. yâfill me up so good.â
jay shudders at your praise, hips stuttering at the foreign pleasure as he finds his rhythm.
he doesnât want this to end, but he knows he canât last long inside your wet heat as you feel him twitch uncontrollably inside youâ noticing how his eyes squeeze shut while his hands squeeze handfuls of your hipsâ holding himself back.
âlet go, darling. pussyâs too good not to fill it, right?â
jay cums with groan at your words, rutting into you with reckless abandonâ his sudden roughness causing your eyes to roll back as you reach release once more.
even as you both come down, neither man seems able to catch their breathâ even as satisfied exhaustion weighs down their eyelids.
jay falls against your chest while jake cuddles into your sides wordlessly, and itâs not long until their breathing descends into a slow and deep pattern, feeling their chests sink and rise rhythmically against you.
youâre a little drained, but you clearly donât feel as exhausted as the boys who just gave up their chastity to you. as you lay in their hold, you bask in the moonlight that pours out the window and think of how strongly you feel an emotional bond to these menâ almost magical like in its force. you feel a calm, deep happiness, as though all the strings attaching you to your problems have been cut. and yetâŚ
you canât help but heed to that small voice in your head, which is hissing in urgency at you to get upâ that nowâs the perfect time to put your plan in action.
and you know that you must listen. even if it stings your heart a bit when you slowly rise from the bed and jakeâs lips pout and jayâs brows furrow in their sleep. even when that strange force youâre probably just imagining in your mind aches for you to return. you simply try your best to ignore it, gathering your clothing, only putting enough layers to be somewhat presentable if you are caughtâ universe forbid.
as youâre making your quiet descent out of the cathedral, you grab what youâre fairly certain is jayâs cloak draped over his bedroom door knob. itâs black as night, perfect for what youâll need it forâ and you veil it over yourself quickly.
the heavy door is loud as you push it open, a low, haunting creek almost making you feel as though itâs warning you to turn back.
but you tell yourself you must as you step out into the dark and shut the door behind you, knowing this could be your only opportunity.
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the soft glow of dawn is like a bright, orange trim sewn into the horizon.
you donât dally, hurrying to push open the cathedralâs large heavy doors once more.
the ridiculously long stairs are no match for you now as you hurry towards your bedchamberâ hoping to find the boys still fast asleep in your sheets. despite your rush, you try to calm your heavy breathing from all that running you did through the woods and up the stairs, before twisting the door knob carefully.
what you find is an empty room, your heart quickening yet again in alarm as you step deeper into the room, your lovers clearly not tangled into the covers as you left themâ and neither are the drapes as they were before. theyâre drawn tightly shut, a candle near your bedside the only light.
âwhere the hell where you?â a quiet tone with sharp edges speaks behind you, causing you to jump and turn to see the two men standing behind you.
your initial gasp turns to a sigh of relief, your hand pressing to your chest.
âgoodness, jay. you scared me. why must you both always sneak up behind me like that?â
your voice turns somewhat playful at the end, as you lightly giggle, the smile on your lips quickly falling when you see the expression on their faces.
jayâs jaw is tensed and his brows are tilted in anger, hardened eyes reminding you of the day you metâ but the vulnerability is very obvious to spot for you now. he looksâŚhurtâ you realize with a rapidly sinking stomach.
and jakeâs eyes almost appear like heâd been crying.
âwhatâŚwhat happened?â
âwhat happened?â jay scoffs credulously, taking a step closer as he gestures to your form with the wave of his hands. âwhat happened to you, did you go outside? youâre wearing my cloak!â
âiââŚiâm sorry, my love.â
jakeâs face suddenly crumples as he looks down, akin to a wilted flower thatâs finally falling apart.
your own eyes widen in alarm, beginning to walk closer to him to take him in your armsâ if it werenât for jayâs gentle yet commanding hand on your stomach, or how jake backs away into the corner, shoulders hunched as his arms wrap around himself in a hug.
âyou left.â he croaks, and you feel somewhat confused as to how strong his reaction is to that factâ not expecting this emotional of a moment when you returned homeâ until he says his next words.
âyou slept with usâ with me, andâ and told me you loved me, nâ then you leave?â
that sting you felt in your heart when you first left them now feels like someoneâs crushing it in their hand, and it only gets worse as jake starts letting out little sniffles and hushed cries. your shocked face looks up to jay, whoâs also avoiding your gaze as he turns his head from you.
âjake, jayâ you didnâtâŚyou didn't think i had abandoned you both, did you?â
a sniff, clearing of his throat, and then jay meets your eye contact, his angry resolve cracking ever so slightly with each second he has to look at you.
âwe didnât know what to think. we still donât, y/nâŚâ
without needing any more prompting, you hurry and plunge your hand into the deep pocket of jayâs cloak, soon fishing out the items as they jingle slightly when you pull them out, letting them hang from your outstretched hold.
ââŚa pendant?â jay utters, thoroughly confused.
jake rubs his eyes to look at the glittering silver in your hand, brown orbs irritated and glossy.
âtheyâre enchanted. you will be able to walk in the daytime when you wear them.â
neither of them speak, but jayâs sadness poorly hidden by anger has seemed to have left, though he still appears to be slow at processing the information you tell him as he comes closer and takes one of the necklaces from your hand. the pendent is too rounded to be heart-like in shapeâ but itâs close. a burnt orange crystal carved into a point hangs right beside the larger silver piece.
âwhat is this?â he asks softly, pointing to the charm.
âtigers eye.â you answer simply, hesitant in your movements as you silently ask for the necklace back with an open hand. jay gives it to you and you stand on your tiptoes to clasp the jewelry around his neck. you bite down the small grin that wants to curve your lips when jay bends his knees to help your height difference.
once youâre done, the man looks down at the way it rests against his chest, taking it into his hand again as the metal feels cool in his palm.
âyou really couldnât have just told us, love?â
âwould you have let me?â you answer his question with another, and you know what jayâs response would be as he doesnât even say anything back. instead, he sighsâ trying to convert frustration despite how he moves to wrap you up in his arms, the both of you melting into the hug.
âthe timing was horrid.â
âyes. i see that now.â you mean it apologetically, but jay chuckles at your words, putting a smile on your own face.
jake sniffling once again has the man releasing his hold on you, looking back at his friend before giving you encouraging eyes to go comfort the poor boy.
your steps are slow, like you're approaching a wounded animal.
âjakey?â you softly coo, the boy looking up at you with eyes that were starting to dryâ now rapidly filling back up with crystal tears. the next thing you know heâs running into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist as he cries against you.
âdidnâtâ didnât intend to accuse you, bâ but, i was so scared you werenât coming back.â
âiâm so sorry, darling. iâd never leave either of you. i love you.â
your hand pets over his thick locks, jake reacting by fisting the fabric of your dress even tighter in his hold and nuzzling his nose against your neckâ yet he still is restless. jay walks to stand behind you and removes the cloak from your shoulders, throwing it onto the bed.
âjay?â
âbe still, love. i think this should help him.â
jayâs delicate fingers slip beneath the trim of your blouse, pulling it down until itâs past both of your shoulders. the bites you received last night are now exposed, along with a peek of your breasts. jake nuzzles into them with a puppy-ish whimper, but jay cups the back of his neck from behind you, pulling his head up until jake spots the bruised flesh he marked last night. with a small moan that has you pulsing in surprise, jake presses an opened mouth kiss over the bite, licking and sucking at your skin without actually sinking his teeth in. jay moves to do the same, leaning over your other shoulder and peppering his mark with more controlled pecks before he swipes his tongue over it as well.
youâre unable to contain an aroused shudder, especially when jayâs hand twists around your body to grope lewdly at your tits.
after a few torturously teasing minutes, jake seems to come back to his own mind, kissing up your neck, around your jaw, and finally to your lipsâ before pulling away.
âthank you.â he sighs, giving jay a meaningful eye as well when the older pulls away from your shoulder, forcing his hands away from your breasts.
you only give a breathless smile, taking the second necklace thatâs been clenched between your now sweaty palm and clasping it around his neck as well.
âyou need to keep them hidden. donât let anyone see them, lest they grow suspicious.â
you receive easy agreeances as they slip the pendants under their clothes. jay moves to stand in front of you by jakeâs side, while you cover your mouth as a long yawn forces its way out.
âtired, miss?â jake smiles fondly, eyes now having their usual happy twinkle as the boys have a little more energy than you, thanks to their nap and not traipsing through the woods as you did.
âyes. we need to change our sleep schedules now that you two wonât burn in the sun.â
âyouâre right, my lady. but for now lay down. me and jake will likely be awake for a few more hours before we have the urge to sleep. weâll wake you when itâs lunch time.â jay assures, helping you to the bed with a gentle hand.
ây/n?â jake begins, just after the older presses a kiss to your forehead and picks up his cloak, about to slip out. âwhere did..you get the necklaces?â
âuh, iâŚjust donât fret over it, puppy. weâre safer now because of it, yes?â
ârâ right.â jake responds gently, jay following him as they bid you a good sleep once more before shutting the door.
the sounds of their footsteps echo down the hall, feeling strange as the sunrise gracing the sky filters through the windows, not having walked in the face of the sun in almost a centuryâ and yet all they can think of is you.
âwhereâŚwhere do you thinkââ
âsheâs a witch, jake.â jay insists with a fearful yet powerful tone that has goosebumps rising on jakeâs flesh. âwhat other explanation is there?â
âbut youâ you donât know that.â
âdo you know the materials witches use for magic?â jay asks with a snappy tone, turning on his heel to look his best friend in the eyes.
âeâ elements, ritualsâŚumââ
âherbs.â
jay shoves the cloak into jakeâs hands before impatiently lifting them up to jakeâs nose.
âsmell that?â
the brunet takes a sniff, the scent wafting off the material terribly blatant now that itâs been pointed out to him.
âbasel andâŚcinnamon?â
âwhatever it is, i donât care. this was already scary when i thought we had to prove a human innocentâ then we fell in love with her and it got even worse. and now we have to find a way to prove to these crazy villagers that y/n isnât a witch when she truly is?â
jake hears the panic in jayâs voice that quickly becomes cracked, pulling away the manâs hands that harshly press into his temples to wrap him in a tight hug.
âiâm scared too, okay?â jake confesses, whispering softly as jay squeezes him back. âwe justâŚwe canât let anything happen to her.â
âwhat if we turned her?â jay asks darkly intense, trembling.
ââŚwe donât have her permission to do that and itâs way too soon to askâ despite how badly iâd like toâŚbesides, it wouldnât keep her safe. if they hung her and she didnât die then theyâd know what she is and would drive a stake through her heart.â
jay lets out a trembled exhale, his head still aching as the visual of your limp body hung by the neck, head leaning unnaturally to the side as crimson blood drips from the cavity in your chest and down your clothes haunts his mind. jay tries his best to disperse the image, squeezing his eyes shut before blinking them open a few times.
âwe canât let that happen.â
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the day has finally come.
itâs been a month and a half since you first walked into the old cathedral and it will be the first time in years that jake and jay will be walking out of it, unsure of when they will return.
you leave at night, not wanting anyone to spot you when you appear like such strange travelersâ having no luggage. it takes you about an hour and a half to reach town when walking so leisurely, which was at jayâs suggestionâ the man fretting that itâs dark and if any of you were to trip and fall it could quickly become a detrimental situation.
your steps are now hurried and anxious as you walk through town, urging the boys to follow closely as youâre dying to get farther away from the heart of town and quickly to your fatherâs farm.
the next few minutes are spent with your hearts beating out of your chest, the boys looking over their shoulder for your sakeâ and you in worry for theirs. you avoid lampposts, duck past opened windows, and try to keep your footsteps as silent as possibleâ all while praying thereâs no one staking it out for the night, waiting to catch you.
âboys,â you whisper excitedly, pointing to the dark silhouette of your old house. the three of you hurry up the hill, confident enough to run as you're a few miles away from the main square of town, surrounded by rolling fields of corn and grass. when you reach the front door your heart is still beating out of your chestâ but this time itâs by happiness, overjoyed in anticipation to see your father again. pushing open the door so hard it almost falls off its hinges, the boys follow you into your abode much more calmly, yet breathing out a sigh of relief for successfully reaching the refuge. loving smiles grace their lips as they watch you eagerly looking around the house for your father.
ây/n?â that familiar voice calls. itâs not as smooth from the years heâs lived, but it speaks with just as much tenderness as when you were a childâ likely because no matter how many days pass, heâll always see you as his little girl.
âfather!â you cry, the tears immediately bubbling up in both of your eyes as you practically fall into each other's arms, the hood of the cloak you wear slipping down with the momentum. his frame is much frailer than when you last saw him, which you note with a heavy heart.
âi thought you to be dead! theyâ they said they couldnât find you, but there were rumors of a body foundâ eaten by a bear.â
âno, no, father. iâm fine! iâm completely all right.â you spoke between sobs, wiping at your tears to gaze at his face. âyouâre so thinâŚâ
âi havenât been able to eat or keep down hardly anything. i was looking for you. every day iâd scour the forest and then try again the next day.â he takes a gasp of air, choking on his words yet trying desperately to speakâ as he has so much to say. âoh, my precious girl. thank god youâre alive.â
it takes a while for you to gather yourselves, but once your eyes are almost driedâ your father finally takes notice of the two men standing silently in the room.
âwho are these gentlemen?â
âoh! father,â you begin, wiping your cheeks while underlying excitement is tangible in your tone. you walk over to your two lovers, holding both of their hands.
looking at jayâs facial expression is like looking through a window, clearly a bundle of nerves to meet the love of his lifeâs father. jakeâs also worriedâ but only you and jay would know it. his hand is shaking in your hold, and although his smile is just as wide and beautiful as always, his eyes show a tinge of fright.
âthese are the men that saved me.â you explain vaguely, a line all three of you settled on to say.
your father was old, but he wasnât old fashioned. you have no doubt heâd be just as overjoyed to hear you have two lovers just the same as if you only had one. but jake and jay had their reservations, and just for the sake of not springing too much upon themâ you planned to wait and tell your father of your relationship later into the future.
âthis is jay and jake,â you gesture, both young men holding out their hands for your father to shake. but instead he steps forward and pulls them both in a hug, one that has jay and jake almost blanching from the powerful emotions he portrays with itâ the thankfulness and love of a parent. something they havenât felt in a long time.
âiâm eternally grateful to you. thank you for keeping my girl safe.â
âof course.â jake answers for the both of them, a sweet smile on his face despite his slightly breathless voice.
eventually the conversation leads to the plan, how youâll sleep in the hay barnâs loft (for safety, to not hide in such an obvious spot as your homeâ but also because itâs too small to contain 4 people anyway) and wake tomorrow to get proof of your whereabouts.
âi only have one to spare, but youâll want to take a quilt with you. iâm sure you all know after your journey that itâs cold out there.â
âyes, father. iâll fetch them.â you say cheerily, disappearing into another room, leaving the two boys with him.
thereâs a moment of awkward silence, and just when jake is going to start rambling about something to break itâ your father speaks up.
âthough iâm sure neither of you will mind having to share one blanket with y/n, hm?â
jay and jakeâs eyes grow wide as your father smirks with playfulness, enjoying their embarrassment.
âsir, whatâŚwhat do you know?â jay asks after an uncomfortable clearing of his throat.
âi know that you are in love with my daughter.â he states, the young men speechless at your fatherâs wisdom and how he so blatantly calls them out. jay desperately prays that what you said about your father being a hopeless romantic is true, and jake is mentally preparing to get punched and barated by your father.
instead, he does neither of those thingsâ he only huffs good naturedly at the boys for thinking they were so good at hiding their affections for you, when he could tell the moment your eyes met with theirs.
âoh, come now. itâs quite obvious in the way you look at her. surely you see that in each other, yes?â
jay and jake glance at the other before nodding shyly. your father chuckles. âwell, you have my blessing. just promise to keep her happy and safe for me, alright?â
âyes, sir.â both men respond without hesitationâ because thatâs all they want for you as well. they want you to be happy and safe with them.
before anyone can say anything elseâ youâre entering the room again, a folded up quilt in hand and ready to lead them to the barn and have a good nightâs rest.
when morning comes you all wake surprisingly comfortably. youâve come to find that sleeping on a huge pile of uncontained hay really isnât that bad. jay and jake insist on feeding from you before walking around in public, and you assume itâs just for extra strengthâ but in reality itâs because both boys are concerned about being recognized as vampires for their pale skinâ and drinking your blood helps bring some color to their cheeks.
âso, which of your clients do you think is trustworthy enough that they wonât go screaming about in the streets the second they see youâre back in town?â jay asks plainly, his nerves reaching great heights as you watch him pace about the dirty barn floor, while youâre tucking your hair into the hood of your cloak.
âi still donât think you should go, my love. itâs very risky.â jake frets, biting his lip so harshly you worry it may burst.
âboys!â you firmly call, halting the fiddling of your clothes to look both of them in the eyes with a stern stare.
âno matter what we do itâll be riskyâŚâ you say with a much gentler tone, trying to calm them as best as you can. âdo you think iâm not scared also? if i let you two go out there alone youâll have no idea who to look for or where youâre going. further more, if people see two strangers going around town asking others about me, theyâll most likely take you for a prisoner as well.â
jay growls out a sigh, his pacing beginning again as jake nibbles on his bottom lip even more.
you hurry to take hold of jayâs hand and stop him, cupping jakeâs face to free his lip from between his teeth at the same time.
âdonât worry. i know what weâll do. thereâs an old woman that lives close to here with her grandson, jungwon. theyâre old family friends, we can trust them. jungwon just so happened to have helped me all throughout the week before i was accused, on account of i had so much work to do and he offered. if heâll agree to testify on my behalfâ which i think he will, then hopefully that will be enough for the townsfolk to believe me.â
âand if not?â jake asks, eyes soft as they stare at you in a way that makes you feel sad. you choose your next words carefully.
ââŚwe can only pray jungwonâs courage to speak up will inspire others to do so as well.â
âŚ.silence.
jay and jake eyes can only look at you, as if the rest of the world has all vanishedâ and it might as well, because the thing they care about the most in all of their miserable existence is right here before them. their chests ache. all they desire to do is go lay back down and spend the rest of eternity with you, in your own little bubble of reality youâve been overindulging in up until now.
but they know thatâs not what you want, and itâs not fair to you. honestly, they owe themselves more also. jake and jay spent almost a century of their undead life running away, not giving themselves a chance to have anything worth fighting forâ but now that they have you, they do.
and so they are done running away.
âalright.â jay agrees, looking to his best friend who nods his head determinedly.
âletâs go.â
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jungwon is crouched over tending to his grandmotherâs garden and collecting all that he can before the approaching winter kills everything in its wake. the cool autumn breeze soothes the thin sheen of sweat that sticks to his nape when suddenly the young boy spots movement at the edge of his vision.
âhello?â he shouts, his voice echoing across the distance between him and the strangers. it appears to be two men, and one cloaked form.
jungwon heaves an annoyed sigh, supposing it is the council again, coming around to check over various households for another poor soul theyâve decided to demonize.
âgran! theyâre here again!â jungwon opens up the front door to call out before shutting it behind him. he doesnât speak, only standing and waiting until the three strangers are right before him. âcan i help you?â he asks with a tone thatâs trying to appear polite, but his thin thread of patience is clearly about to snap.
âjungwonâŚâ you whisper with a playful smileâ the only part of your face that isnât hidden by your hood. the youngestâs eyes grow wide as they flick from jake and jay to you. heâd recognize your voice from anywhere, and suddenly he can see that itâs not a stranger underneath that cloakâ but a longtime friend.
ây/n!â
he almost pushes your two lovers out of the way by knocking them with his wide shoulders, jungwon not even aware of it as he throws his arms around you in a hug, lifting you off the ground and causing you to burst into joyous laughter as he spins you around.
âwhat are you doing here?â he asks with a wide smile, eyes catty with mirth as he stares at youâ like he canât believe youâre really back.
âi came for you, actually.â
before you can explain anything more, jungwonâs grandmother is opening the front door, a grin that shines with love greeting all of you as she urges the four of you to enter the house.
âiâll do it.â jungwon says with fiery determination after all the introductions and explaining is over. âof course iâll do this for you, y/n. when you leftâŚi thought i might never see you again. but now that youâre backâ i canât bear the thought of you having to leave again, or worse.â
you smile, and itâs a little tight with the last implication jungwon is hardly able to even utterâ but right at that moment a cup billowing with steam is sat before you, his grandmother quick to serve the rest of the men also.
âwhat is this?â jake asks, but the answer is made clear when the steam reaches his nose, the fresh, icy scent almost making him feel more energized.
the elderly woman answers anyway after plucking off a few extra leaves from a small plant that sits at the window sill, along with a row of other potted herbs. she sprinkles the leaves into jungwonâs cup, knowing he likes his a little stronger.
âmint tea with a little ginger. it should give you a bit of a boost. i always drink it when the weather starts to turn cold.â
the woman turns an inquisitive eye towards jake and jay, forehead wrinkling as she looks them over from head to toe.
âalthough, it seems that you two arenât very affected by the cold weather.â
the two men stiffen as you remain clueless to the little exchange, none of you considering that their usual attire of a vest and suit with no other coat could implement to their lack of needing warmthâ considering their vampirism makes them âcold bloodedâ. jake keeps his wide eyes on the woman, while jay glances at you and jungwon, oblivious as youâre wrapped into a conversation with one another.
jay feels a wave of something he canât identify prickle across his skin, feeling the air change between the three of youâ and whatever it is, itâs not good. the old womanâs lips morph into a kind smile across her face, yet jake feels strangely sick with some sort of anxiety as it all of a sudden hits him. youâre all in an old womanâs houseâ in the middle of farmlands, with practically no one else around. thereâs a garden outside and herbs lined all along the window sill. and nowâŚnow is she sensing that theyâre vampires as well?
perhaps he and jay were wrong in their theory of you being a witchâ maybe the person who gave you those enchanted necklacesâŚwas right in front of them.
but that doesnât inherently make the old woman evilâ so what is this dread that lays so heavily in jakeâs stomach?
looking over to jay, the older shares a look with him that says he feels it as well.
âmaâamâŚwhââ
before jay can finish his sentence, thereâs an aggressive pounding at the door, a loud shout following quickly after.
âitâs the terminer! open up!â
instinctively, you all get up and huddle in a corner of the room, trying to make sure youâre out of view from the windows. jayâs breathing picks up as his hand tightly grasps your arm, pushing you farther behind him than you already are as jake pulls you into his arms and jungwon shields his grandmother with his bodyâ already worrying of her getting seriously injured if a ruckus were to break out. no one says anything for a moment, jay tilting his neck out as little as he could to get a glimpse out the window in front of you.
âthereâs multiple men out thereââ
âthe town council.â jungwon practically hisses, and jay has a brief thought of wondering how awful some of the people in this town must be to make hatred burn in the young boyâs eyesâ before it sounds like someone kicks at the locked door.
âopen up or weâll enter by force!â
âhurry, hurry!â jungwon harshly whispers, pulling your hood back over your head and pushing you toward a tall cabinet thatâs recessed into the wallâ appearing big enough to fit you in. jake hurries along to help while jay braces to fight, the sound of thunderous kicking now becoming resounding through the small cottage.
jungwon opens the cabinet and a plethora of dry goods and jars of food go tumbling onto the floor. jake desperately tries to pick everything up quickly, shoving it into another cabinet as jungwon helps you step in and squeeze beside a dusty broom. your limbs are cramped, still unable to push yourself deep enough into the small, cluttered space before a rock is thrown through the window, breaking it and sending shards of glass across the floor.
jay moves to protect jungwonâs grandmother from the glittering rain of sharp pieces as jungwon and jake uselessly try to help you hideâ yet it makes no difference in the end.
as someone throws a coat over the jagged edges of the now broken window to jump insideâ the door busts down. angry men pour through and flood the small space, easily spotting jake and jungwonâs trembling hands still trying to maneuver your body.
one manâ the terminer, moves towards you as you feel like your stomach has been filled with sand. jay yells out and the sound is so scary and desperate in his fear, and as your round eyes move to look at your loveâ you regret it.
jay only leaves the old womanâs side to protect youâ but heâs not even close to reaching you before three men gang around him, twisting his arm back behind him with unrestrained force and tangible malice. jay groans as his eyes shut in pain, still trying to fight the men off before they push him into the wall. and then you can no longer see jay, the backs of the men shielding him from your eyes as you can also not see whatever their hands are doing to him.
then you hear a thud, the floor shaking. and thatâs when the men start kicking who you can only assume is jay on the ground.
âstop! stop!â you cry just as jakeâs hand grabs at the terminerâs arm, readying to fight as wellâ while jungwon still stands in front of you. you push him away with a heavy heart, fully exposing yourself to all of them.
âiâll go with you, donât hurt them. iâll go.â
you feel bile rise in your throat with how cruelly the terminer smiles at you, quick to pull chains out from his bulky coat and shackle them to your obediently raised wrists.
jake is unable to abide by your wishes, screaming out your name as you hear the sound of movementâ and then struggle. thereâs a wail of pain that sounds too much like jakeâ and then a guttural shout from jay.
your crying at this point as panic strikes you, trying to turn your head and be able to see past the broad bodies of the two men who are leading you out of the house. but before you even can look youâre roughly jostled in their hold on you, pushing you forward with a jolt that causes you to gasp and almost trip over your own feet.
âkeep moving forward, witch.â the terminer growls, spit flying from his clenched teeth to land in your cheek. your eyes squeeze shut at the action, tilting your head away from his face.
then thereâs a fainter cry, another dull thudâ and jungwonâs watery voice that cracks from behind you.
ânoâ stop! donât touch her!â
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by the time youâre led to the bridge that overlooks a deep, dried out river wayâ which is nothing but a long drop to jagged rocks and deathâ the small population of your town has formed a huge crowd as they follow youâ either after spotting or hearing the ruckus as you, jay, jake, and jungwon were pulled along throughout the streets.
you dread to think of where jungwonâs grandmother is, or whatâs become of herâ and as though youâve summoned your father just as you think of himâ you hear him shout as he pushes his way to the front of the crowd.
âno! waitâ let my daughter go! sheâs not guilty!â
youâre brought to the middle of the bridge as the rest of the onlookers are guarded by men with torches and sharply spiked spears, warning them to stay back. you almost stumble to the ground when youâre shoved in front of the townâs priest, who must have already been called for the occasion as he stands with an evil air and proudness in his eyesâ like youâre the vermin heâs finally caught, and your death will be his trophy of victory.
a heavy noose is swung over your neck, almost making you fall backward as you have to use more strength to lean forward and stay upright. the pressure against your neck is more than uncomfortableâ itâs haunting. as though itâs been waiting for you as it grips around your jugular tightly. you do your best to stifle your tears, painting your face with a calm sort of hostility towards the priest.
you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.
âyouâve been found guilty of evading the law and witchcraftâ consulting with the devil, of which is punishable by death. repent now and confess your sins.â
your eyes widen, expecting to at least be given a trial and be judged by the council like the others were before being thrown over the bridge and have your neck snapped by the unforgiving rope. but it seems as though your month long evasion has only cemented everyoneâs desire to take your life.
âno, she isnât! she isnât guilty!â jayâ jake, youâre not even sure you can bear to decipher whoâs broken voice that is who cries out for you as you keep your eyes forward, only staring with hatred at the same old priest who killed your motherâ somehow even that is easier than looking at your loved ones.
maybe youâre a coward.
âi saw her! iâ i was with her when she was accused! i know sheâs not a witch, just listen to me!â jungwon shouts, trying to get the attention of the peopleâ but it falls on deaf ears that only seem to crave the death of innocent lives.
perhaps you are cursedâ but not by being cohorts with the devil. on the contrary, it seems he is against you.
âgo on, child. confess.â the priest prompts, the minute and sinister curve to his wrinkled lips.
you take a shaking breath, liquid filling your eyes no matter how hard you try to resistâ even as they turn slender with bitterness.
âone of us will in fact burn in hell, reverend.â you bite, voice trembling and low with emotion as you hear the sobs of your loversâ but thereâs an underlying power with which you say your next words. âbut where youâre wrong is it wonât be me. when you die youâll wake to fire melting the flesh from your bones, and the red eyes of lucifer himself will be the only face that greets you into eternal damnation.â
that pompous smile is wiped right off the manâs face, and you could almost be satisfied from the flicker of fear in his eyes after he hears your wordsâ if it werenât for jake and jayâs begging voices yelling out to you again.
âplease, y/n, just look at us!â
âwill you really refuse us one last glimpse of your face before you die!â
youâre unable to contain your sobs thenâ and despite that itâs not the emotion you want to show them in your last moments, you lift your head and gaze at them through the tears.
you feel an almost unbearable amount of pain straining your heart, and you wonder if youâll manage to die from a broken heart before the noose squeezes around your throat. jayâs wounded eye is swollen and bloodied from being beaten and kickedâ and his lip is in the same shape. jakeâs clothes are torn, a small yet deep break in the skin by the tail of his brow. but the worse thing is by far their tears; how their legs are too weak from devistation to even hold themselves up as the men keep them upright by the rough hold on their arms. how cruel they areâ making sure your lovers have a clear view to watch your body be flung over the bridge.
you the crack of your neck wonât echo down the dry riverâs trenchâ for their sakeâŚ
âdo it.â the priest urges with unbridled rage at your words, and the terminerâs quick to roughly tug you to the bridgeâs edge.
suddenly thereâs a piercing screamâ a stark contrast to the viciously delighted chants of the townspeople.
everyone looks over as a hole is made amongst the crowd, everyone stepping away from one form.
as bodies move, youâre finally able to recognize the person as your father, whoâs stood with his eyes closed, hands in front of him and palms upâ while you watch his lips move, seeming to be chanting under his breath.
his voice starts to slowly grow in volumeâ as so does your dread, unknown tongues spilling from his mouth.
thereâs a choked soundâ and you look just in time to see the priestâs neck crack to the side, the broken edge of his bone poking up against his skin as his eyes open and pupils trembleâ like heâs fighting for them not to roll to the back of his head. yet they still do, after a few blood vessels pop and the whites of his eyes are filled with red. the image is burned into your memory as his limp body falls lifelessly off the bridge.
thereâs a splatâ quickly followed by the gasps of the crowd as youâre grateful that you canât see how his body is surely busted open and bloody across jagged rocks.
âfather, stop!â you cryâ but itâs useless.
everyone knows heâs the witch now after witnessing the horrors you know he didnât want to commit.
but in his mindâ he has to stop this.
he did nothing when they killed your mother in favor of raising you, fearing you might wouldnât surviveâ at least not happilyâ if both of your parents were dead and you were left orphaned. but now this is the best choice. he canât let you or anyone else die. even if it means he will.
âitâs him! itâs him! hang him before he kills us all!â someone yells out amongst the crowd.
everyone is now in a panic, women and children are crying. some run away to evade the impending doom they think your father will reign upon them. a few council members let go of jake and jay in favor of capturing your father, and he does nothing to fight them off as he silences his chants, knowing heâs now too weakened to force all of them off. thereâs literally a small army of men ready to fight, and he desires no other blood to be shed. he can only hope this is enough to turn anymore accusations away from you and save your life.
âno, no, please! i beg you!â you scream as someone takes the noose off of your neck and onto his.
your vision turns blurry and strange after thatâ and so does your hearing, like your ears have been filled with water. all you can hear is muffled screamsâ you think some of them might be your own. you must be trying to walk forward, but your trembling legs are too weak as you fall to your knees. all youâre able to focus on is your fatherâs eyes, strained with sadness as he tries his best to hide it from youâ giving you one last, quivering smile.
they throw him over the bridge.
the snap of his neck does echo, and the rope cracks from the momentous swing of his limp body.
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EMBERS IN THE ASH;
the mansion is filled with finely dressed people, all having a good timeâ filling the space with conversation and laughter.
jay and jake are on either one of your sides, the youngerâs hand on your waist while the older holds your hand.
thereâs the ring of someone dinging their glass, everyoneâs head including yours looking up to the townâs mayor as he stands at the upper level balcony, overlooking the whole party.
âif i may have your attention.â the man politely begins, voice bouncing off the marble floors with an echo. âas you all know, this is no ordinary celebration. while this fall festival is to enjoy the festivities and spend time with loved ones, itâs also to remember the lives that were lost to the horrific âwitch trailsâ four years ago.â
the mayor raises his glass of champagne, and the rest of you follow. âa toast, to our family and friendsâ even strangers, who have passed on.â
you, jay, and jake take a sip of the pale liquid in your sparkling glasses. the taste is bittersweet, and so are your feelings.
your fatherâs death was tragicâ even now, you still wake in the middle of the night screaming from nightmares that force you to watch him die in an endless loop. but his selfless sacrifice wasnât in vain. after the mass witness of what true witchcraft can really do, and the absence of the priestâ who was rotting the anxious minds of the peopleâ things changed for the better. your goodhearted mayor was elected, and hope was reinstalled into all of you. the problem was lack of funds to make the town a better placeâ and thatâs where jake and jay came in. as humans they were born into a wealthy family, and in their undead life that money only grew over the years. the mayor had a strong belief that heâd find good fortune in mining, and jay and jake were happy to invest in the planâ knowing that it could be healing for you and jungwon to have your hometownâ thatâs filled with fond memories and tragic endings alike, be changed into a better place.
well, the investment struck goldâ literally.
the townâs buildings were reconstructed and the influx of wealth attracted businesses and many new opportunities to arise. a clinic was even opened, where jungwon is currently apprenticing to become a doctor.
unfortunately, the day of your fatherâs death was also his grandmotherâs. when the mob came for you, one of the men cruelly pushed her down, and the fall was just too much for her worn body to take. she was clearly in great pain, lying on the floorâ but she urged jungwon to go after you.
and when he returned to the cottageâ she had already passed on, left on the dirty floor with a hand over her weak heart.
her death and the guilt practically tormented jungwonâ it nearly drove him mad. the only person that was able to get through to him was jay, and the two became extremely close in the process. soon the very thing that made jungwon want to end it all fueled his determination. he couldnât save his grandmother, but how many lives have been lost that could have easily been prevented or aided, even by the simple knowledge of basic first aid or prevention?
jungwon is happy now, sated by his fulfilling work that is never done. it consumes most of his time, but itâs also what brought that sparkle back in his eyesâ life. he no longer has the empty stare of a dead man, and for thatâ none of you can complain for how busy he is.
this brings you back to the presentâ standing in the huge mansion that you now call home. jay and jake made the arrangements to build it months ago, and it was finally done. so not only is this a fall festival, but itâs also a housewarming of sorts.
ânow, for anyone that would like to participate in the corn maze, please make your way outside!â
you flash the boys an excited smile before turning your back to them in favor of following the crowd out the door, but jake stops you with a hand to your forearm.
âweâreâ weâre hungry, miss.â he says shyly, yet the way he looks at you with those gleaming, wanting eyes tells you heâs not as bashful as heâs trying to portray.
neither of them should need more blood, youâd just let them feed from you this morning, and the subtle blush on jakeâs cheeks give away that they have plenty of blood in their system for him to even be able to have such a reaction. not only thatâ but jake called you âmissâ, a title that now after being so far into your relationship he only uses when heâs needy.
your eyes crease in suspicion, gaze moving to look at jay standing right behind jakeâs shoulder. he blanchesâ very minutely, before his head tilts downwards in favor of inspecting the floor beneath his feet.
you bite down a smirk, knowing exactly what game theyâre wanting to play.
but you want to play a game of your own.
âlater, darlings. i really want to go into the corn maze.â
tugging your arm out of his grip to descend out the front door, you swear you hear jake let out a complaining whine under his breath before both men hurry to follow you.
the air has a slight bite thanks to the chilly air, but the sun shines brightly and everyone is buzzing with excitementâ making you feel almost electric.
you run to the entrance of the corn maze, both of your lovers fretting at you not to be so fast as they donât want to lose you to the small crowd that came outside. you donât respond to them in favor of looking at each pathway.
you could either go left, right, or straight.
your pause is long enough for jay to think youâre unable to decide as he begins to suggest his idea. âi think we should just constantly go right. eventually weââ
âtag!â you childishly declare, pushing your hand against jayâs chest, giving jake a glance as though to say âyou tooâ, before bolting left.
âdearest, donât fall!â jay calls, quickly running after you. jake mutters out a âseriously?â under his breath, a fond smile on his face as he watches you giggle and look over your shoulder at jay, his best friendâs worry turning to playfulness as your energy fills him with it.
then the two of you turn a corner and jake finally breaks out of his admiringâ hurrying to catch up with the both of you before he gets lost trying to find you.
you continue trying to escape their sight as you laugh, turning down different pathways as quickly as you can. dirt crunches beneath your boots and the rustle of crisp corn stalks and your lovers calls and laughter is all you can hear. you must be towards the edge of the maze or somethingâ either way, you donât think anyone else is nearby.
so with that reassurance and feeling cheeky knowing the boys are so needy, you halt your running and turn towards the direction jake and jay are coming from.
just before they round the corner and appear in front of you, you pull down the neckline of your dress, your chest popping out.
jayâs the first to reach you, stopping dead in his tracks and wide smile falling as he stares at you flashing him.
jakeâs giggles arenât far behindâ the puppy practically running into jayâs back.
heâs mid complaint when he steps to the side and finally gets an eyeful of you, that flush rushing back to his cheeks again.
âyâ y/n, what are you doing?â
you laugh, covering your modesty as quickly as you revealed it before turning on your heel to run off againâ except a rock catches on your boot heel and sends you falling onto the dusty ground.
both men gasp behind you, horniness completely forgotten as they are both by your sides in a second to help you up and make sure youâre not hurt.
âi told you not to run, gorgeous. your dress is way too long for it.â jay gently scolds, cupping your face in his hands as he gives you a onceover.
âsorry, angel. i suppose i got carried away.â you breathlessly laugh, your smile aiding his worryâ especially as you press a sweet peck to his cheek that has his eyes sparkling over cutely. jake is busy dusting off the skirt portion of your dress when his heightened sense of smell catches a whiff of something.
ââŚyouâre bleeding, my love.â
âhm?â you hum, somewhat startled as you look down at your hands for cuts or a tear in your long sleeves.
you miss the way jakeâs eyes dilate as he slowly hikes your skirts upâ all the way to the bend of your thigh. it isnât until you gasp at a wet sensation against your leg that you look away from your arms and down at the boy on his knees.
thereâs a small cut on your inner thigh, yet itâs deep enough to have a long, thin trickle of blood dripping down from itâ and jake is licking it up, tongue flattened as he slowly runs the warm appendage up your soft skin. your heart quickens, and you know jay notices it too, as well as smells the scent of your sweet blood. the raven haired wraps wanting arms around your waist, making the hardness in his pants known as it presses against your hip.
âpuâ puppyâŚâ you whisper, feeling yourself dampen between your legs as jake whimpers happily in response, kissing the blood trail up your thighâ dangerously close to your core.
once he gets to the actual cut he presses an opened mouth kiss to it, letting out a breathy moan when he sucks at it. at the same time, jay rocks his hips against you, just onceâ but you know heâs getting more and more worked up as he starts kissing at your neck.
jakeâs fangs brush against your wound, jayâs simultaneously raking across the skin of your neckâ and you hurry to pull yourself away from them, knowing if you donât theyâll start feeding from you right where anyone can show up and see.
âwe needâ a room.â you pant, standing a foot away from them as your chest expands and falls quickly.
jay isnât hesitant to tell the both of you to follow him, jake clumsily getting up from the ground as the older takes your hand to lead you.
his theory of turning one way the entire time workedâ though youâre not sure if he was actually correct or just lucky. either way, jay and jake are on a mission to find somewhere private to ravish you as the older keeps a firm grip on your hand. taking you up the stairs and down a hallway, the sound of music and voices of the now dancing crowd fades away.
âhow many bedchambers do we have anyway?â you ask curiously as you look around the fully furnished and decorated space.
jake and jay had given you a tour, but not of the entire mansion, only the bottom floorâ the construction was only recently completed and so was purchasing and moving in all the furniture.
âwho cares?â jay says impatiently, too pent up. jake speaks at the same time. âfour.â
âdamn...â you mumble under your breath, jake hurrying in front of you and jay to open a double door, large and white with intricate detailing carved into the wood.
âhere it is, love. our room.â jake says softly, eyes shinning and sweet as he watches your reaction to the space closely.
you gasp as you take in how beautifully done it all is. the room is moody, mahogany wood with black tapestries and pops of red. a large, black wardrobe is painted with intricate vines and little flowers spiraling up the surfaceâ and a canopy bed is placed right before you, black curtains draped beautifully.
âyouâŚhow did you both even do this? itâs gorgeous! i canât even express how well done this is.â
âit was all jay.â jake tattles, smiling at the olderâ whoâs already pink in the cheeks when you turn to him.
âyou did this?â you ask in wonderment. jayâs hand squeezes yours tighter.
âwellâŚi enjoy fashion, and it translates to room design also..i suppose.â
âoh, angel, i love you.â you sigh, wrapping your arms around kind his neck to kiss him, jay not resisting in the slightest as he smiles against your lips.
âhey! i helped with the bed!â jake whines, though you can hear his smile. the puppyâs hands fall to your waist, pressing up behind you as he nuzzles into your neck for attention.
âof course you did. all you care about is where weâll lay, isnât it?â you smirk after separating from the kiss, only to turn your head and give jake a fondly accusing look.
âi refute that accusation.â the brunet denies poorly, unable to keep his cheeky smile at bay.
âi second it.â jay replies dryly, only for his eyes to sparkle with mirth as you giggle against his chest.
âuntrue! i have many opinions for the choice in paintings we should put on the wall.â
âand what opinions would that be, jakey?â
his eyes shift to a heated stare as he playfully bites his lip, gaze roaming over the skin and bones of your collarâ exposed in your already low cut dress. (itâs rare that you can leave your neck on display given how often the men feed from you, but lately youâve asked them to bite your wrists instead as youâve found itâs a more convenient spot and doesnât rile them up as much as other places on your bodyâ especially since youâre usually wearing long sleeves to shield from the increasingly chilly weather.)
âyour flawless face, hung up in every room.â he declares, beginning to press ticklish little kisses all over your neck and shoulder.
âhm, i have to admit thatâs not a bad idea.â jay smirks, you weakly slapping him on the chest with a bashful smile and shake of the head.
âenough, thatâs nonsense.â
jake abruptly sinks to his knees, hand slipping beneath your dress to lightly trail his fingers up your calfâ and the grin is wiped right off your face as your eyes widen just barely.
âperhaps even,â jake murmurs hotly, his breath rising goosebumps on your flesh as he slowly collects your skirts in his other hand. you know his face must be close as you feel his nose brush against your thigh. âa painting of your bare skin; these beautiful thighs; your supple breasts.â
your breathing stutters as jakeâs tongue teasingly swipes over your core, an airy chuckle made between your legs as the man doesnât miss how your body starts to tremble.
âthough i doubt even the most talented painter could capture how glistening and wet you become for us.â
âas if. iâm not letting any other man besides us look upon her naked body.â jay retortsâ the buttons of your dressâs bodice being ripped off a second later when the man forcibly tears it open, pulling your chemise down and causing your breasts to bounce forth. his mouth immediately latches to your tit, sucking at your hardened nipple as his other hand tweeks the other.
at the same time, jakeâs tongue gets bolderâ moaning at the taste of your arousal.
âiâ i thought you said you were hungâ hungry.â
âcome now, love. you know thatâs not what we really wanted.â the brunet gently retorts, drawing a gasp from your lips as his fingers rubs up and down your slit. âyour blood does taste sweet, i can still smell it. but thereâs something else that i know tastes even sweeter.â
you moan when jake finally stops teasing and attaches his plump lips to your cunt, peeking his tongue out with each open mouth kiss he grants you with.
jayâs hands become firmer as he gropes your tits in both palms. his fangs accidentally brush against your sensitive skinâ yet it causes you no pain, only pleasure as your eyes squeeze shut, hands needing something to hold onto as you cup his face in your hands. his shut eyes open to gaze up at youâ dark eyes heavy lidded and so sexy as he continues to tenderly suck your bud between his pouty lips.
âoh, angel. youâre so pretty.â you murmur lovingly, at the same time spreading your unsteady legs further apart as jake starts to lose himself in your pussy.
to your dismay, jay pulls off your tits with a popâ but the disappointment doesnât last long as he begins taking off your dress completely.
âjake, get out so i can get her out of thisâŚjake!â
jay huffs when he gets no answer and the sounds of your dripping pussy squelching in jakeâs incessant mouth doesnât stop, a loud moan forced from you as jay reaches under your dress and pulls jake out from under your skirts by the collarâ the suction of jakeâs lips around your clit becoming even stronger when he was roughly pulled away from you.
neither man say a word to each other when jay lets go and jake almost falls on his back, the younger only catching his breath and wiping his glistening lips against his handâ and jay removing the layers of your clothing with quick movements.
when youâre stripped bare, you yelp as jay picks you up in his armsâ descending into quiet giggles after as your legs wrap around his torso.
laying you in the center of the bed, both men are already kneeled between your spread legsâ that you only stretch wider as you look at the two expectantly.
âwell? you said you were hungry, so eat.â
both men nearly conk heads as they eagerly lower to get your pussy in their mouths, the following throaty groan and high pitched whine sending a wave of pleasure to your nerves. jay descends down to your pulsing entrance, flicking his tongue out and going a little deeper each time inside you, slowly stretching you out around him. jake suckles at your clit like the brainless little puppy he is, spit drooling out of his mouth to slick your already dripping folds.
âgoââ you swallow around the pleasured sounds that try to escape you, fingers tangling into jakeâs hair in an attempt to keep him and you grounded. âgo deeper, angel. use your fingers too. i wantâ i want to have both your cocks tonight.â
âfffâ fuck. yes, my lady. whatever you desire.â
jake whimpers at your request, beginning to pathetically hump against the mattress, comforter bunching between his legsâ before you pull at the tufts of his hair.
âno, puppy. be good.â
a whine, and thenâ âsorry, miss.â
as the process of jay stretching you out on his fingers and tongue continue, one fingerâ two, then fourâ paired with his wriggling appendage and jakeâs ticklish whimpers against your swollen clit, youâre brought closer and closer to ecstasy.
ânoâ no more. iâm about to cum.â you pant.
but all jake hears is youâre about to cum, and greedily he pushes jay away from your cunt to finger your hole and lick hungrily at your pussy like a crazed animal. you canât even scold him as you cry and whither against his ministrations, your release filling his mouth.
âbad puppy. so, so bad.â you half heartedly scold. youâre not even entirely certain the boy hears you when he pulls away from your pussy with dazed eyes, tongue almost hanging out of his mouth as your cum sticks to his lips in glossy strings.
âme first.â jay tells jake grumpilyâ the older using jakeâs disobedient moment as a chance to get ahead and take all of his clothes off. he lays on his side next to you, looking at you for permission with begging eyes that have you going along with his every whim immediately.
âgo ahead, angel. you can have me how you want me.â you grant, thumb rubbing up and down his temple.
jay presses a sweet kiss to your lips, whispering a thank you before grabbing your thigh and positioning it over his hip.
âthis is hardly fair. i wanted to be facing her.â jake whines like a spoiled child, jay rolling his eyes in response.
âyouâre the one who started it.â
âiââ
âstop fighting and fuck me!â you raise your voice, feeling edged by how you can feel jayâs hard length poking at your inner thigh, yet itâs not inside you yet.
they both give you an apologetic look before jakeâs settling behind your back, pulling himself against you in a hugâ while jay delicately glides his cock back and forth through your folds, making sure heâs slick enough for you.
âready, my lady?â
at your wordless nod jay sinks his bulbous head past your hole, slowly pushing the rest of himself inside. jake repeats the action after ensuring youâre alright, and you moan in complete bliss at the feeling of being so full when jake and jay are both nestled to the hilt in your cunt.
âfuck, can feel your pussy clâ clenching.â jay strangles out, fingers squeezing into the side of your hip. jake sounds as though heâs already about to lose it, hot breath puffing against your shoulder as he nuzzles his face between your neck and shoulder, hands moving from your waist to hold your tits in his needy hands.
âso..good!â he whines, unable to wait for your permission to move as he starts fucking into you with small thrusts, getting used to the feeling of sharing your pussy with another cock.
âshitâ jake!â jay grits as though heâs scolding him for his misbehaviorâ yet he also canât help rocking his hips into you when his friend starts.
that gummy, sensitive spot is constantly hit as the men thrust into you at the opposite moment, making you feel deliriously good as you find yourself shakingâ your previous orgasm not helping your dwindling control.
âfuck yes! good boys..oh my god! faster, fuck me faster!â
jay whimpers, high pitched and desperate as his hips start slapping against your skin, hiking your leg farther across him as his hand takes a handful of your thighâs squishy flesh in a bruising grip. jake is crying worshiping words of your body and beauty as he pulls away from your neck to watch how your ass bounces with every pound of his cock, one hand leaving your breast to grab your cheek and spread it open.
âmy love, you look so gorgeous with two cocks stuffed in your little cuntâ sound so pretty too.â
âcâ can we breed your pussy, dearest?â jay pants. âwant our seed to fill up your hole and fuck it out of you.â
âyes, angelâ puppy, give me your cum.â
hands are squeezing and grabbing all over your body as you lose track of whoâs hands are whoâs anymore, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when jay and jakeâs cocks pump ribbon after ribbon of white into your wanting cunt. their warm fluid fills you to the brim until you feel it gushing out as they continue to fuck you, filthy noises of their dripping wet, pulsing cocks continuing to absolutely ruin your hole.
you reach your release with a loud cry, throat cracking as your arousal drenches jayâs groin and drips down between the three of you.
your body continues to shake even after itâs over, none of you moving from the sensitivity (or perhaps itâs simply that none of you want to). jay presses comforting pecks up your sternum, even as heâs catching his own breathâ and jake is sat up on his elbow, even though heâs weak from pleasureâ to brush your hair out of your face and comb his fingers through your scalp.
âyou look like a dreamâŚâ the brunet whispers reverently.
âi feel like iâm in one.â you whisper back with a breathless laugh.
your dark angel slowly pulls out of you, causing all of you to grimace before heâs calming you with two kisses to your cheek. âthen let's pray you never wake.â
the next pass of time is spent with more kisses pressed between loving words said with tender tones and passionate eyes that are so warmâ so warm with love that you find yourself sniffling as jake is buttoning the last clasp of your dress shutâ all of you fully cleaned and clothed now.
âlove, whatâs wrong?â
âiâmâ iâm perfectly fine. perfect.â you whisper, wiping your teary eyes as jay cups your face in concern, both men staring at you. âiâm just so happy. i love you both so much, youâre my everything.â
they fall quietâ which is unusual for the two who always answer your professions of love with eager promises of their own. jake gives jay a look, and the older grins with a fond sigh.
âfine. i suppose now is a perfect moment to.â
ââŚwhat?â you utter as you watch jake walk to the large wardrobe you admired earlier, opening it and pulling something out that he keeps hidden in his palms as he returns to stand before you again.
âitâs not the most traditional or legal proposal of sorts, but our whole relationship is rather uniqueâ so iâd say itâs fitting.â jay says, his eyes utterly entranced by yours as the tears finally begin to spill as jake uncovers the crimson little box in his hands, slowly opening it to reveal a glittering ring.
words donât grace your tongueâ but itâs not necessary as jake speaks first.
âyouâve bewitched us, y/n. body and soul. a million passes of the moon couldnât even satisfy our all consuming desire to be with you always.â
âand we wanted to ask you,â jay smiles, a twinkling of tears in his own eyes. âif you would like to spend an eternity with us. to give us a chance at making you endlessly happy, and being truly ours.â
your heart pounds, your hands trembleâ these two men stand before you with centuries worth of love to give you, and your only two bites away from it.
nothing has ever felt so right before as you say yes, yes, yes!
and as jay holds your hand and jake slips the ring onto your finger, all you can think of is how your love will last even more than forever.
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kinda upset i didnât get to post this during october đ but itâs still autumn! sooooo hopefully you donât mind. i tried to address all of the plot that i made up but i couldnât always find a spot to talk about it that seemed right. so if you have questions, ask away!
this fic had my google and youtube history so out of wack. like âwhat was soap like around the 1700âsâ and âhow did peasants batheâ. đ (they used animal fat as soap btw. it was gelatinous & not like a bar of soap at allâŚi decided to leave that detail out.)
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Invisible | Part Eight
Pairing: Bucky x reader AU
Word count: 3.7k
Warning: Angst....
A/N: first of many fights <3 also your comments make my day ďżź
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You walk into the apartment, the excitement from your date still buzzing faintly inside youâuntil you spot Bucky sitting on the couch. His eyes immediately flick to yours, his expression unreadable, and just like that, any leftover thrill from the night vanishes, replaced by an ache that settles heavily in your chest.
Itâs the first time youâve been alone with him all week, and for a second, neither of you says anything. Then he stands, clearing his throat. âSo⌠howâd it go?â
His words reignite the frustration youâve been holding back since last week, since his careless comment at the bar. Instead of brushing past him like youâd planned, you stop, crossing your arms and staring at him, letting your words come out sharper than you intended.
âGood. It was a great date, actually,â you say, voice dripping with sarcasm. âDean was a total gentleman, and wouldnât you know itâI handled a real date just fine.â
A flicker of regret crosses his face, but he quickly looks away, rubbing a hand over his jaw. âIâm sorry,â he mumbles. âThatâs⌠thatâs not how I meant it. I donât know why I said that, and you know Iâd never hurt you on purpose.â
You laugh bitterly, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room, as you shrugged off your coat, placing your keys and phone in the dish. âReally, Bucky? Because lately, that seems like the only thing youâve been doingâhurting me.â
His gaze snaps back to you, his expression hardening. âYou really want to do this? Just⌠hash everything out right now?â
You throw your arms up, the frustration boiling over. âWhy the hell not? Itâs not like things have been getting any better with us pretending everythingâs fine!â
He steps closer, his jaw tight. âFine. Letâs talk about it. Letâs talk about that night, then.â He pauses, his voice dropping as his eyes bore into yours. âWhy did you leave?â
You freeze, caught off guard. âWhat⌠what do you mean?â
He takes another step toward you, anger and hurt evident in his face. âYou know exactly what I mean. After that night at the party, after we⌠after we slept together. Why did you leave without a word? I woke up, and you were just gone.â
Your pulse quickens, emotions swirling in a chaotic mess inside you. âAre you kidding me, Bucky? Did you even want me to stay?â
He lets out a hollow laugh, the sound filled with disbelief. âWhat are you talking about? Of course I did! Youâre the one who walked out, not me!â
The anger rises, mixing with all the hurt and confusion youâve buried over the years. âI left because⌠because I panicked, alright? You had this reputation, Bucky, and everyone knew it. I thought⌠I thought youâd wake up, regret it, and hate me for being just another one of your mistakes.â
His eyes widen, a mixture of anger and disbelief flashing across his face. âDo you really think that little of me? You think Iâd just⌠forget about you? Youâre my best friend, for godâs sake. Weâve known each other since we were kids, and you thought Iâd throw that away for just sex?â
âOh, so it was just sex, huh?â you snap, bitterness dripping from every word.
âThatâs not what I meant, and you know it!â he shouts, frustration evident as he rakes a hand through his hair, his voice breaking slightly. âGod, you have to know it was more than that!â
You cross your arms tighter around yourself, trying to hold everything in. âI donât know what I thought, Bucky. But I knew I couldnât stand being something you regretted. I wasnât going to sit there and wait for you to decide whether it was worth anything to you.â
He stares at you, hurt and frustration radiating from him. âAll Iâve ever done is care about you. Everything people said about me, all those rumorsâthey were just that. Rumors. I thought you of all people would know that.â
You look away, fighting the sting of tears in your eyes, but he steps closer, his voice rising. âDo you know how much it killed me? You left me there like it meant nothing.â
âMaybe it didnât mean as much as you think it did!â you shout back, anger overtaking the sadness. âMaybe that night wasnât some big, life-changing moment for either of us. Maybe it was just a mistake!â
His face crumples slightly, like youâve slapped him, and his voice drops, filled with hurt. âIs that really what you think?â
You hesitate, the words burning in your throat, but you nod, unable to back down. âI⌠I donât know, Bucky. All I know is that I canât keep doing this. I canât keep waiting around, trying to read between the lines, hoping youâll finally decide what you want.â
He steps back, his face hardening, his voice cold. âThen maybe you should go. If youâre so tired of being here, if Iâm such a disappointment to you⌠maybe itâs better for both of us if youâre not here.â
Your heart clenches painfully, but you force yourself to nod, swallowing back the tears. âFine. If thatâs what you want, then Iâll go.â
âGo, then!â he yells, his eyes flashing, and you can see the unshed tears there, barely contained. âGet out. Do whatever you wantâI donât care anymore. Just⌠leave.â
For a moment, you just stare at him, the weight of his words crashing over you like a wave. Then, without another word, you turn on your heel, your hands shaking. You feel the tears spilling over as you open the door, but you donât let yourself look back, slamming it behind you, the sound echoing painfully through the empty apartment.
The chill of the night air bites into your skin as you walk through the dark streets, the city lights casting a glow around you, making the world feel almost surreal. Youâre shivering, partly from the cold and partly from the adrenaline thatâs kept you moving since you stormed out of the apartment, leaving behind your coat, your phoneâeverything. You feel like youâre walking through a dream, or maybe a nightmare, your heels clicking against the pavement in the silence.
Itâs only after youâve been walking for a while, the shock wearing off, that you realize the closest place you can go is Steve and Samâs. You pick up your pace, arms wrapped around yourself, mascara streaking down your cheeks as the wind stings your face. Itâs late, nearly ten oâclock on a Saturday night, and as you walk you canât help but worry. What if theyâre not home? What if you just end up standing outside in the cold, with nowhere to go?
You finally reach their apartment building and practically rush up to their door, knocking, then pressing your ear to the door, hoping you hear movement inside. The minutes feel like hours, and youâre starting to feel that familiar rise of panic, the one that tightens your chest and makes it hard to breathe. Just as youâre about to give up, you hear footsteps on the other side.
The door unlocks, and then it opens, revealing Steve.His face shifts from confusion to shock as he takes you in. âWhat the hell happened?â he asks, voice thick with concern as he quickly pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you. âAre you okay?â
The second youâre inside, the warmth of the apartment breaks down whatever wall you were holding up. You start crying, and without a word, Steve wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you sob against his chest.
After a moment, he gently guides you to sit on the couch, his hand rubbing your back in slow, soothing circles. But as you pull away, wiping at your smudged makeup, you see the worry in his eyes shift to something sharper, angrier.
âWait,â he says, frowning as he looks you over again. âWhereâs your coat? And your phone? You didnât just walk all the way here without anything, did you?â
You sniffle, still catching your breath, and nod, the hurt fresh all over again. âI left everything at the apartment,â you manage, voice shaky. âI just⌠I couldnât stay there, Steve. Bucky told me to get out. He told me to leave.â
Steveâs face falls in shock, his mouth opening slightly as if he canât believe what heâs hearing. âHe⌠he told you to get out?â he repeats, trying to process it. âAnd then just let you walk out? At this hour? Without your things?â
You nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as you cover your face. âI donât think he⌠he was just so mad, Steve. I was too. He didnât care. He just⌠told me to go.â
Steve lets out a sharp exhale, struggling to contain his anger. âThatâs no excuse. I donât care how mad he was, he shouldâve never let you leave like that. He shouldâve checked on you, at the very least. Damn itâŚâ He reaches out, squeezing your shoulder with a mix of anger and worry. âYou should have called me. Iâd have come to get you in a second.â
You offer a small, broken smile through your tears, still trembling. âI know⌠I just⌠wasnât thinking clearly.â
He shakes his head, his hand still on your shoulder, his gaze intense and filled with concern. âDonât apologise. You have nothing to be sorry for.â His voice softens, his anger giving way to a fierce protectiveness. âI just canât believe he let you walk out alone. It kills me that you felt like you had to do this.â
He squeezes your shoulder, his voice soft. âDo you want to talk about it, or just⌠sit for a while?â
You let out a shaky laugh, still catching your breath. âI donât even know what to say. Everything just⌠came out. All these things weâve been avoiding saying, and⌠I donât know. I didnât think itâd hurt this much.â
Steve nods, a sad, sympathetic look crossing his face. âSometimes⌠those things we avoid saying are the things that hurt the most. Especially when itâs someone we care about.â
You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and he reaches up, brushing it away gently. His eyes are soft, filled with an empathy that makes you feel a little less alone. âThank you, Steve,â you say, your voice barely a whisper.
You lean into him, letting yourself sink into his warmth, and he pulls you close, wrapping an arm around you again. The adrenaline finally ebbs, exhaustion taking its place as you relax in his embrace, feeling safe for the first time since you left.
You close your eyes, and before long, you start to feel them grow heavy, your breaths slowing as you begin to drift off on Steveâs shoulder.
A few minutes later, Steveâs phone vibrates in his pocket. He carefully shifts, trying not to disturb you, and pulls it out to see a message from Natasha: Hey, have you heard from her? She hasnât updated me on the date, isnât answering her phone, and Iâm getting worried.
He sighs, glancing at you before typing back, Sheâs here. She walked from the apartment without her phone or her coat. She and Bucky got into it, pretty bad, ive never seen her like this.
Natashaâs response is almost instant: Are you kidding me? followed by a string of angry emojis.
Steve takes a deep breath, looking down at you as he types out another message, this time to Bucky, his fingers pressing the keys harder than usual: Sheâs here. Alone. No thanks to you! Without her things. And you let her walk out like that? What the hell were you thinking?
He sends the message and then texts Sam, whoâs still out with coworkers, letting him know to be quiet when he comes home because youâre sleeping on the couch. A moment later, Sam replies with a string of question marks.
Steve glances down at you, tucked against him, your breathing even and steady now, and sighs before typing a final message to Sam: Iâll explain everything later.
Steve sits on the couch, holding you gently as you fall asleep against him, your breathing soft and steady now, a world away from the state you were in when you first showed up at the door. He glances down at you, feeling a pang in his chest as he takes in the remnants of your makeup, smudged from the tears you cried on his shoulder, and heâs struck by just how much he hates seeing you like thisâhurting, broken down, all because of Bucky.
Yet, selfishly, thereâs a part of himâdeep down, hidden from everyone, including himself most daysâthatâs grateful you came to him tonight. He knows itâs wrong, knows itâs just his heart betraying him again, but he canât help it. Heâs loved you since junior high, since you were both just kids fumbling through life, figuring out what friendship meant. And over the years, that love has only deepened, becoming something he never talks about, never even lets slip. Heâs had to sit on the sidelines and watch as you poured your heart into Bucky, hoping one day heâd finally open his eyes and see you the way Steve does.
You deserve everything in the world, Steve thinks. Someone whoâll give you the love youâve always deserved, who wouldnât leave you standing alone in the middle of a dark city street, heartbroken and afraid. But instead, youâre stuck in love with someone whoâs too scared to do anything about it, and Steve⌠heâs just the friend you come to when it all falls apart.
A tear slips down his cheek, and he wipes it away quickly, forcing a silent, bitter laugh at himself. Youâre his Bucky, he realizes painfully, and heâs youâwatching, waiting, knowing youâll never see him the way he sees you. Itâs a cruel irony, and he hates himself for even thinking it.
Just then, the door creaks open, and Sam steps inside, blinking in surprise as he takes in the sight of you curled up against Steve, your tear-streaked face softened in sleep. He gives Steve a puzzled look, eyebrows raised, and Steve just raises a finger to his lips, shushing him. Carefully, he shifts out from under you, gently laying your head on the couch cushion and covering you with the throw blanket. He watches you for a moment before standing up and walking over to Sam, whoâs now leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed.
âWhat happened?â Sam asks, his voice low as he eyes Steve with concern.
Steve rubs the back of his neck, sighing. âShe showed up about an hour ago, just⌠wrecked. Crying, shivering at the door. She didnât have her phone, her keys, or even a coat.â
Samâs eyes widen. âWhat? Why didnât she have her stuff?â
Steveâs jaw tightens as he answers, anger simmering in his voice. âBecause Bucky told her to leave. They had a huge fight, and he just let her walk out like that. She came here on foot, alone, and he didnât stop her. Didnât even check if she had what she needed.â
Sam lets out a long breath, running his hands down his face in frustration. âAre you kidding me? That guy is such an idiot sometimes.â
âYou donât think I know that?â Steve mutters, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. âI thought he was supposed to tell her how he felt. I thought he was ending things with Kate.â
Sam shakes his head, exasperated. âI know. I thought that was the plan too. Just last week, he said he was done with the excuses, that he was going to finally tell her. I donât know what the hellâs holding him back, but tonight⌠she had her first date in years, Steve. She was supposed to have a good night, for once, and instead, sheâs here, like this.â
Steveâs gaze shifts back to you, his heart aching as he watches you sleep. âI donât get it. If he cares about her like he says he does, why does he keep doing this to her? Why wonât he just be honest?â
Sam sighs, shaking his head as he leans against the counter. âI donât know, man. But she was so happy earlier. Right before her date, and she just⌠she was glowing. I hadnât seen her like that in a long time.â
âYeah,â Steve murmurs, a sad smile tugging at his mouth. âAnd now⌠now sheâs back to this, all because of him.â
Sam lets out a deep breath, crossing his arms. âMaybe this is a turning point, though. Maybe some good can come from this mess.â
Steve frowns, glancing back at him. âHow could this possibly be a good thing?â
Sam gestures toward you, curled up on the couch. âMaybe some space between them will be good for both of them. She can finally see that she deserves better than this back-and-forth, and he can realize what heâs throwing away. Maybe itâs what they both need.â
Steve sighs, looking down, his voice barely above a whisper. âYeah⌠maybe.â But as he stares at you, asleep on the couch, he canât shake the quiet ache in his chest, wondering if youâll ever see that someoneâs been there for you all along.
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The next morning, Steve steps out of his room to find Sam already up, leaning against the counter with a mug of coffee in hand. Sam glances toward the couch, noticing you still curled up, fast asleep, wrapped in a throw blanket.
âSheâs still out,â Sam says quietly, nodding in your direction.
Steve looks over at you and nods. âYeah, she must've been exhausted,â he says softly.
Sam takes a sip of his coffee, watching Steve for a moment before asking, âYou gonna skip your run today?â
Steve glances back at him, then shakes his head. âI can miss a day,â he replies with a shrug, moving into the kitchen and grabbing things from the fridge to start breakfast.
Sam watches him, setting his mug down on the counter. âLook, man⌠this canât be good for you either.â
Steve pauses, glancing at Sam. âWhat do you mean?â
Sam gives him a pointed look. âCome on, you know what I mean. You, being in love with her all these years.â He lowers his voice slightly, glancing over at you again. âJust⌠I donât want to see any more of my best friends getting hurt, alright?â
Steve sighs, his shoulders tensing slightly. âKeep it down, Sam. Sheâs literally right there.â
Sam sighs too, his tone gentler now. âIâm just saying, Steve, you can still be a good guy and a good friend⌠while protecting your own heart. I donât want you to keep waiting around and getting hurt.â
Steve nods slowly, resuming his work in the kitchen. âI know what Iâm doing, Sam. Trust me. Itâs been years of this. Iâll be fine.â
Sam gives him a skeptical look but just shakes his head, muttering, âWhatever you say, man.â He reaches for a mixing bowl, getting ready to make pancakes. A few minutes pass in comfortable silence, the smell of pancakes and coffee filling the kitchen.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, Steve sees you beginning to stir on the couch. You stretch, blinking as you slowly sit up, momentarily disoriented, and your eyes go wide as you remember where you are.
âGood morning, sleepyhead,â Sam says with a grin, turning around to look at you.
âOh GodâŚâ you murmur, running a hand over your face, slightly embarrassed. Everything from last night rushes back in a blur.
âYou okay?â Steve asks, concern in his voice as he sets down the spatula.
âYeah, just a bit of a headache,â you mumble, wincing slightly.
Without a word, Steve gets up and heads to the bathroom, returning with some Tylenol and a glass of water. You give him a grateful smile as you take them.
Sam grins, shooting you a playful look. âWell, you look like shit.â
âSam!â Steve yells, half-scolding him, but you just laugh, shaking your head.
âThanks,â you chuckle, swallowing the Tylenol. âI feel like it, too.â
Steve sits beside you for a moment, watching as you sip the water. Sam looks at you thoughtfully, then says, âYou should go take a shower. I bet itâll help clear your head.â
You nod, biting your lip. âI would⌠but I donât exactly have anything to wear.â
Steve immediately jumps up, nodding toward his room. âIâm sure I can find some clothes thatâll work for you. Hold on.â
âAre you sure?â you ask, looking at him with a hint of embarrassment.
âOf course,â he says, smiling warmly. âAnything for you.â
He heads down the hall, and you follow, feeling a little lighter with each step. Once in his room, he digs through his dresser and hands you a pair of sweatpants, a soft T-shirt, and a towel. âUse whatever you need in the bathroom,â he says gently, his gaze warm and steady.
As heâs about to turn and leave the room, you stop him. âStevie?â
He pauses, turning back. âYeah?â
You give him a small, heartfelt smile. âThank you. For everything. For always being such a great friend to me.â
Steveâs heart sinks slightly at the word âfriend,â the weight of all the things heâs never said pressing down on him. But he musters a smile, nodding. âIâd do anything for you. You know that.â
You give him one last grateful look before heading to the bathroom. Once inside, you close the door and lean against it, letting out a shaky breath as your emotions resurface.
You turn on the shower, feeling the steam rise as you slip out of yesterdayâs clothes. The hot water pours over you, soothing your tense muscles as you stand there, letting everything youâve been holding in pour out.
Your thoughts drift to Bucky, to the fight, to everything that was said, and the words echo painfully in your mind. You wonder if he felt any regret after you left, if he realized how much his words hurt. But then you think about how heâd looked at you, the anger and frustration in his eyes, and your heart twists painfully. Itâs a cycle, you realizeâa cycle of loving someone who canât seem to decide if he wants to hold onto you or push you away.
As the water washes over you, you close your eyes, trying to let go of the ache in your chest, but it lingers, a constant reminder of the choice you donât know how to make.
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Lucky Number
logan howlett x reader
Logan wants to know why 12 is Y/N's lucky number. He might be falling in love all over again.
TW: language
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Y/nâs favorite time of the day was the evening. Not because she could finally relax, have some time for herself, enjoy the silence of her room without, most of the time, anyone in the mansion interrupting it⌠Well, maybe yes, it was that. But thatâs not the point.Â
Y/nâs favorite time of the day was the evening because she could finally spend time with Logan outside of the schoolâs routine, out of everyone's eye sights, just the two of them against the world.
And this evening wasnât any different. She absolutely adored those moments with him as he looked and sounded so relaxed, and she felt as if she was falling more and more in love with him every single time.
She had bought a bottle wine and some appetizers that she had hidden in the kitchen all day, just for their special night, and Logan would do the same. Even though their relationship was official to everyone in the mansion, they always felt the need to sneak into each otherâs rooms like teenagers in love.
One time, Logan was discreetly walking towards her door with two glasses in hand and his bottle of whiskey under his arm when he heard someone cough at the end of the corridor. He turned around, startled. Scott had been standing there, probably waiting to catch one of the two lovers and embarrass them. Logan stood there, saying nothing before flipping him off and entering Y/Nâs room.Â
She sat curled up on her bed, a glass of red wine in hand, as she lazily picked at a plate of cheese and crackers between sips. Logan sat next to her, leaning against the headboard, holding his own glass of whiskey, his eyes glinting with amusement. He could stay there for days, listening to her talk, laugh, watching her smile. Anything that had to do with her, he needed to be there.Â
They had been playing a ridiculous card game for the last 20 minutes where you had to pick a number between one and twenty and then pick two cards, the closest to their number wins.
They were laughing again when Logan leaned forward with another challenge, his grin cocky. âAlright, one more time.â
Y/N smiled wide and quickly answered, âTwelve!â
Logan narrowed his eyes at her this time, his smirk softening into something more curious. âAgain with twelve?â he asked, amused. âThatâs the third time tonight youâve picked twelve.â
Y/N blinked. âNo, itâs not,â she said, a little too defensively, taking a bigger sip of wine. Maybe she should slow down with the drinking part.
Logan chuckled, the sound deep and warm. âYeah, it is. You even won with that number.â He gave her a knowing look. âAnd now this. You pickin' twelve on purpose or somethinâ? Are you cheating?â
She gasped at the accusation, ÂŤÂ How dare you accuse me of such a crime? A girl canât have a lucky number anymore.  She sipped some more wine dramatically, which made Logan laugh. How much she loved that sound.
Loganâs grin widened as he leaned in a bit closer, his curiosity getting the better of him. "Lucky number, huh? What makes twelve so special?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and swirling the whiskey in his glass.
Y/N felt her breath catch slightly, the warmth from the wine making her feel just a bit too relaxed. She hadnât even realized she'd been picking twelve that much. It just... came out. It was her lucky number indeed. And now, Logan was asking about it. Oh no.
She gave a casual shrug, trying to play it off. "Oh, you know⌠twelveâs just... a good number. Balanced. You know, 1 plus 2 equals 3, and⌠uh, threeâs cool."
Logan tilted his head, staring at her with an amused expression that said he wasnât buying a word of it. ÂŤÂ Then why not pick three? 
She could feel the heat rising to her face even more. He was too perceptive. She tried to shrug again, but it came off awkward. ÂŤÂ IâI donât know! Twelve just feels⌠lucky, I guess."
But Logan wasnât letting it go. Of coure, he wasnât. He leaned in even closer, his voice a low tease. "Youâre hiding something." His tone was playful, but his eyes held a tenderness that made her feel even more flustered. "Why twelve, darlinâ?"
Y/N's heart raced as she realized there was no escaping the truth. She hadnât even thought about it consciously until now, but of course, twelve was special. It was his birthdayâ October 12. And the more she thought about it, the more it embarrassed her. It felt too sweet, too sentimental to admit out loud, but Logan's gaze was gentle, and she knew he wouldn't let up until she told him.
She cleared her throat and bit her lip, looking anywhere but at him. "It's... Itâs your birthday.  she finally mumbled, barely above a whisper, still trying to avoid his eyes. "October 12. Thatâs why itâs... my lucky number."
There was a pauseâ a silence that stretched just long enough for her to regret saying it, but when she glance up at Logan, she saw something different in his expression. His face softened, his eyes widening just a bit before something warm and quiet settled in them. For a second, he seemed speechless, which rarely happened with Logan.
ÂŤÂ My birthday?" he asked, his voice softer than before, as if he couldnât quite believe it.
Y/N nodded, feeling vulnerable and a little embarrassed. ÂŤÂ Yes. Iâm sorry this is so embarrass⠝Â
âPut your glass down,â he said firmly, cutting her off mid-sentence.
âWhat?â she asked, confusion clouding her expression.
Without missing a beat, Logan took her glass from her hand and placed it gently on the nightstand beside his own. Just as she opened her mouth to protest, he closed the distance between them, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.
Time seemed to pause as they melted into each other, the warmth of the moment enveloping them. Every worry, every ounce of embarrassment faded away as Y/N felt herself sink deeper into the kiss, the intoxicating taste of whiskey on his lips mixing with the sweetness of the wine on hers.
Her lucky number was his birthday. How fucking wonderful. What did he even do to deserve that? To deserve her. His grip on her tightened slightly, pulling her closer as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together, to ensure that nothing could ever come between them. How lucky he was.
When they finally broke away, he held her gaze with a softness that made her heart race.Â
âI love you so much,â he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
The moment hung between them. Y/N could see the sincerity in his gaze, the way he was allowing himself to be vulnerable. Her heart ached with love. But he wasnât done.
His hand cradled her face, his thumb brushing lightly against her cheek. âYou keep doinâ thisâshowinâ me how much I mean to youâŚÂ Âť He paused, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, ÂŤÂ Iâm falling for you all over again,â he confessed, his voice low and raw.Â
Y/N felt her cheeks heat up, a smile breaking through her earlier embarrassment. ÂŤÂ See why twelveâs my lucky number? 
Logan laughed softly, a glint of mischief in his eyes, before he suddenly lunged forward, pinning her down onto the bed. Y/N squealed in surprise, laughter bubbling up as he captured her lips in a quick kiss. The warmth of his body over hers ignited sparks of electricity that left her breathless.
As they broke apart, he held her gaze, his eyes gleaming with adoration. The warmth between them crackled with unspoken affection, and Y/N felt her heart swell. If he was her lucky charm, she was his too.
With a gentle tug, he pulled her closer, their foreheads touching as they breathed each other in. Logan leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and more lingering, their lips brushing together softly. The moment was pure magic.Â
Y/N felt happiness enveloping her, knowing that luck wasnât just about numbers; it was about sharing her life with him.
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ATLANTIS CS55
Pairings: Carlos Sainz x pregnant!reader
Summary: In which he was too late
Warnings: angst, miscarriage
The morning light filtered softly through the curtains of your apartment, a golden warmth that felt at odds with the cold knot of anxiety twisting in your stomach. You sat at the kitchen table, staring at the small white plastic stick in your hand as if it would suddenly change its mind. The words on it were undeniable, thoughâbold and clear. You were pregnant.
For a moment, everything felt still, like time had decided to hold its breath along with you. Your heart hammered in your chest, loud enough to echo in your ears, yet the rest of the world seemed so quiet. It felt as if you were trapped between two realitiesâone where you were the same person you had been just a few days ago and another where this tiny, growing life inside you would change everything.
You knew exactly what this meant. Your mind raced through the tangled maze of questions. What would Carlos think? What would he do? The two of you had never discussed childrenânot seriously, anyway. Sure, youâd talked about the future in vague terms, but when it came to family, he had always been clear. He wasn't ready, he wasn't sure he wanted them. He was focused on his career, his racing. His life was full of ambition and passion for a world that didnât leave room for a baby, let alone a family.
But here you were, pregnant.
Your breath hitched as you glanced at the clock. Carlos would be home soon. You had no idea how you were going to tell him. How do you share news like this? The kind of news that could make or break everything you thought you knew about each other? You had hoped the moment would never come, or maybe that you'd be able to convince yourself it was a mistake, that maybe those two lines werenât as clear as they seemed. But deep down, you knew they were real.
You tried to imagine his reaction. Would he be angry? Would he be scared? Would he think this was something you had planned all along, to trap him into something he didnât want? The thought sent a chill through you. Carlos wasn't like that. He wasn't someone to dismiss your feelings, but you knew he wouldnât take kindly to something that disrupted his carefully mapped out future.
His career, his freedomâit was all he had worked for, and now it felt like it was all on the line.
You stared at your reflection in the window, watching your own face morph into one of uncertainty. You didnât know how to navigate this conversation, how to make him understand. You werenât ready for this either, but this was reality now. And the hardest part was telling him.
When the door clicked open, Carlos stepped into the apartment, his familiar scent filling the room. You looked up, your stomach tightening as his eyes met yours.
"Hey," he said, setting his helmet and racing gear down in the hallway before walking over to you. His smile was soft, but it didnât quite reach his eyes, not like it usually did. There was something on your face that made him pause. Something was wrong.
You opened your mouth, but no words came out.
"What's going on?" he asked, his voice laced with concern, but you could hear the edge of hesitation in it. He knew you too well.
You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat growing with each passing second. "Carlos," you began, your voice unsteady, "thereâs something I need to tell you."
His eyes softened as he sat across from you, his hand gently brushing yours. "Youâre scaring me, whatâs wrong?"
You looked at the pregnancy test again, then back at him, feeling your hands tremble.
"Iâm pregnant."
His face fell silent for a long moment. The words hung in the air, their weight crushing you. You watched his eyes search your face as if trying to decipher if you were joking, but you couldnât find any humor in this moment, no lightness. This wasnât a joke.
His expression shifted, his lips tightening. His hands hovered over the table, unsure whether to reach out or pull away.
"Youâre sure?" His voice was low, almost like he didnât want to hear the answer.
You nodded, suddenly feeling smaller, as if the space between you two had doubled in size.
"Iâm sure," you whispered, the weight of the admission pushing down on your chest. "Carlos, Iâ"
"Wait," he interrupted, his eyes now narrowing slightly, "are you telling me that you⌠that weâŚ?" He trailed off, visibly processing what you had said. "But we neverâ"
"I know," you said quickly, your heart pounding in your ears. "I didnât expect this either, but itâs real."
A heavy silence fell between you, and Carlos sat back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the tension in his posture growing with every passing second.
"How are we supposed toâ" He broke off, his voice suddenly sharp. "You know Iâm not ready for this. You know that."
You flinched at the words, though they werenât said cruelly. He was upset, overwhelmed even. But they cut deep.
"Do you think Iâm ready for this?" you asked softly, your voice shaking. "Carlos, I didnât plan this. But this is happening. And I need you toâ"
"I canât," he cut you off, his tone now more forceful. "I canât just drop everything for this. I have my career, my goals. I canât throw all of that away now."
Your heart shattered, the weight of his words crashing down on you. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. The fear, the hurtâit all bubbled up in an overwhelming rush. "Carlos, this isnât about you throwing everything away. Itâs about us figuring this out together. Iâm not asking you to throw everything away. Iâm asking for your support."
But he shook his head, his jaw tight. "I donât know if I can give that to you."
The room seemed to close in on you. Your breath was shallow, each word he spoke pressing harder against your chest. "So, what? Youâre just going to walk away? Youâre going to ignore everything weâve built because of one mistake?"
"Itâs not a mistake," he snapped. "But it is something I wasnât prepared for. And I donât think I can be."
The pain in your chest turned into something darker, deeper. The reality of the situation was settling in, and it was suffocating you. You stood up abruptly, pushing your chair back. "I never wanted this to be a fight," you whispered. "I just wanted you to understand."
Carlos stood too, his face a mix of frustration and regret. "I need time to think, okay?" His words were softer now, almost a plea for space. But it wasnât the space you wanted.
"Time?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper. "How much time do you need to decide if weâre going to have a child? How much time do you need to decide if weâre going to have a future?"
Without another word, Carlos turned and walked away, leaving you in the suffocating silence of the apartment. The stillness that followed was deafening, and all you could do was sit there, your hand still clutching the test, the reality of it all crashing down around you.
Carlosâ hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than he realized as he drove away from the apartment. The tires of the car hummed on the asphalt, the road stretching endlessly before him, but his thoughts were a jumbled mess. His breath was ragged, his chest tight with confusion. The words youâd said, the look in your eyes, the way you held the pregnancy test as if it were both a lifeline and a curseâeverything had blurred together into a painful knot in his stomach.
He had asked for time, needed itâdesperately. Time to breathe, time to think. But the truth was, Carlos didnât know what to think. His mind kept spiraling, trying to reason his way through something that felt so far beyond logic.
He loved you, that much was certain. But that love had never once been tied to thoughts of starting a family, to the idea of being a father. He wasnât ready for that. He had spent his life working towards something that didnât leave room for the responsibilities of parenthood.
But then, he saw the look on your face. He could still feel the hurt in your voice, the way you tried to explain that this wasnât something you wanted either, but it was real. And now, he had to figure out how to navigate this.
The sun was beginning to set by the time Carlos parked his car in front of his father's house. The familiar warmth of the home did little to ease the tension that had built up inside him. He didnât want to admit it, but he felt lost. He needed someone who could help him make sense of all this.
Carlos had always been close to his father, Carlos Sainz Sr. A man who had seen both triumphs and defeats in the world of motorsport. He knew what it was like to struggle, to fight for something you believed in, but he also knew what it meant to be a man of integrity, to face your responsibilities head-on. It was that kind of wisdom Carlos needed now.
He didnât knock. His fatherâs house was always open to him, no matter what time of day it was. Carlos let himself in, finding his father in the kitchen, preparing a cup of coffee.
"Hey, Papa," Carlos said, his voice a bit hoarse as he leaned against the doorway.
Carlos Sainz Sr. looked up from his cup, his expression unreadable at first. But then, he saw the look in his sonâs eyes. The kind of look that spoke volumes about a thousand unsaid things.
"Hijo, whatâs wrong?" his father asked, setting the coffee down and gesturing for Carlos to sit.
Carlos hesitated for a moment before making his way to the table. He slumped into the chair across from his father, running a hand through his hair in frustration.
"I donât know what to do, Papa," he admitted, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "I⌠I just found out that Iâm going to be a father."
Carlos Sr. didnât react immediately, but his eyes softened, and he took a deep breath, as though weighing his words carefully. "A father," he repeated, the weight of the word hanging in the air. "And you donât know what to do?"
Carlos shook his head. "I never wanted this. I mean⌠I never planned for it. You know how Iâve always felt about kids, about having a family. I was never ready for that. I donât know how to be a father, how to be the kind of man who can balance everything. I donât want to let go of everything Iâve worked for. My career, my lifeâit all feels so out of control now."
His father sat back, folding his arms across his chest as he observed his son. The lines on Carlos Sr.âs face seemed deeper than usual, as if he had seen this moment coming from a distance.
"I understand. I understand more than you know," Carlos Sr. said quietly. "But sometimes, life has a way of throwing us challenges when we least expect it. You think youâve got everything planned, and then something happens that changes everything. And thatâs not always a bad thing. Youâre scared because you feel like youâre losing control, but maybe what youâre really scared of is letting go of the idea that you can do it all on your own."
Carlos ran a hand through his hair again, frustration mixing with confusion. "Iâm not ready to be a father, Papa. Iâm just⌠not."
Carlos Sr. sighed deeply, his gaze steady and filled with a depth of understanding that only comes from years of experience. He leaned forward slightly, his voice soft but firm.
"I wasnât ready either, Carlos," he said, and his words hit harder than Carlos expected. "When your mother told me she was pregnant with your older sister, I didnât know how to feel. I was scared. I wasnât sure if I could do it. I didnât know if I could balance my career with being a father. But one thing I did know was that it wasnât just about me anymore. It was about usâyour mother and I, and the life we were going to build. And there was nothing more important than that."
Carlos Sr. paused for a moment, letting the weight of his words sink in before continuing.
"You see, when youâre faced with something like this, you have two choices. You can run away from it, avoid it, pretend itâs not happening. Or you can face it. You can stand up and accept it for what it is, and figure out how to make it work. Because when you become a father, itâs not about you anymore. Itâs about the life youâre bringing into this world, and the kind of person you want to be for them."
Carlos felt a lump form in his throat as he absorbed his fatherâs words. His chest tightened, the reality of what his father was saying hitting him like a wave. He had always been focused on his career, on his goals, on the life he had chosen. But now, it felt like that life was being torn apart by something so much bigger than himself.
"I donât know if I can do this, Papa," Carlos admitted, his voice faltering.
Carlos Sr. stood up, walking over to the window and looking out at the garden. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, tinged with the wisdom of years of experience.
"Youâre not alone, Carlos. You donât have to figure this out on your own. You have people who love you, who want to support you. You have herâ" He gestured toward the door, toward the life Carlos had just walked away from. "Sheâs in this with you. And you need to talk to her. You need to listen, because sheâs not asking you to fix everything. Sheâs asking you to be there."
Carlos closed his eyes, the weight of his fatherâs words settling over him like a heavy blanket. He had been so caught up in his own fears, his own insecurities, that he hadnât even considered what you must have been feeling. He hadnât thought about the fact that you were in this together, that this wasnât just his problem to solve. It was yoursâyours to face, to share, to overcome.
"Sheâs scared, Carlos," his father continued. "Sheâs scared, and she needs you. Not the man who thinks he has all the answers, but the man whoâs willing to show up, even when he doesnât. She needs you to be there, to support her through this. Thatâs what it means to be a man. To stand by the people you love, even when itâs hard. Even when you donât know how."
Carlos Sr. turned around to face him, his eyes meeting his sonâs with a quiet intensity.
"You have a choice, Carlos. You can choose to run, to stay in the safety of the life youâve built for yourself. Or you can choose to be a father, to take responsibility for the life youâre creating. The choice is yours. But donât wait too long to make it. Because sometimes, the biggest mistake we can make is not realizing what we have until itâs too late."
Carlos sat in silence, the weight of his fatherâs words sinking deep into his soul. For the first time since he had walked out of your apartment, he felt a shift inside himâa slow, dawning realization that he could no longer keep running from this.
He had to go back. He had to face you.
Carlosâ heart raced as he drove back toward the apartment. His fatherâs words had cut deeper than he expected, like a scalpel carving into something raw, something fragile. The weight of his choices pressed heavily on his chest. The fear, the uncertaintyâit was all still there, but his fatherâs wisdom had ignited something inside him, a spark of understanding he had been too afraid to acknowledge before.
He had left. Walked away when you needed him the most. And now he had to fix it. He had to go back and be the man he promised he would beâsomeone you could depend on, someone who would fight for you. But more than that, someone who would fight for the life growing inside of you.
Carlos gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles white with the effort. He couldnât shake the images of your faceâthe hurt in your eyes, the way you had begged him to understand. And he hadnât. He had run.
When he pulled into the parking lot of your building, everything seemed so still. The world outside was unaware of the storm that had been brewing between the two of you, but it felt like the universe itself was holding its breath. He parked the car with a sense of finality, as if this moment would mark the beginning of something newâor the end of everything.
He got out of the car, walking toward the entrance with slow, deliberate steps. His mind raced with a thousand things to say, but none of them seemed to be enough. What could he possibly say to fix this? How could he explain the confusion, the fear, the selfishness that had led him to walk away from you when you needed him most?
The door to the apartment creaked open with a quiet sound that felt impossibly loud in the silence of the hallway. Carlos stepped inside, his eyes scanning the room, searching for you. But the apartment was eerily quiet. He called your name softly at first, unsure if you were even home, but the emptiness in the air told him something was wrong.
"Y/N?" His voice trembled slightly as he stepped further into the apartment. "Are you here?"
There was no answer.
He walked through the living room and into the bedroom, the door slightly ajar. As he pushed it open, the sight that met him took the breath from his lungs.
You were lying on the bed, unmoving. The room was dim, the curtains pulled tightly shut to block out the light. But what caught his attention wasnât the stillnessâit was the absence of the warmth that had once filled this space. The energy that had defined your relationship was gone, replaced with a cold, suffocating silence. You werenât sleeping. You werenât pretending everything was okay.
Your face was pale, your eyes closed, but your expression... it wasnât peaceful. It was hollow, distant, as if you had already begun to retreat into a place where Carlos could no longer reach you.
His breath caught in his throat as he approached the bed, his heart hammering in his chest.
"Y/N?" he said again, his voice breaking this time. "Please, look at me."
You didnât stir. His heart twisted in his chest, a feeling of dread settling deep in his bones. There was something in the airâa heaviness that he couldnât shake. Slowly, cautiously, Carlos sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to touch your hand. It was cold, lifeless, a stark contrast to the warmth he had once known so well.
"Y/N, whatâs going on?" he whispered, his voice full of pain and regret. He could feel the tears threatening to spill, but he held them back, not knowing if he even deserved the release.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you opened your eyes, though they seemed distantâno longer the eyes that had once been full of life and love. You looked at him, but it was as if you were seeing someone else entirely. Someone he didnât recognize.
"Y/N, please," Carlos whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Iâm so sorry. I was scared. I didnât know what to do. But Iâm here now. Iâm here. Iâll do whatever it takes."
You blinked, your lips parting to speak, but the words never came. Instead, there was only the faintest trace of something in your eyes. Something he couldnât quite place. Was it anger? Was it sorrow? Or something deeperâsomething he had failed to see in his own selfishness?
"Y/N," Carlos said again, his voice cracking this time. "Please... talk to me."
But still, you didnât respond.
It was then that Carlos noticed something else. There, on the bed, beside you, was the faint trace of somethingâa small stain, barely noticeable, but undeniable. A knot formed in his stomach, and his hands began to tremble as realization began to sink in. His breath hitched, and his throat felt tight as he turned back to you, finally understanding.
"No," he breathed, his voice shaking. "No, please."
Your eyes fluttered slightly, and for a moment, Carlos thought you were going to speak. But then your gaze drifted downward, to the small band of blood that had soaked through the sheets. It was then that he realizedâthe child, the life that had been growing inside you, was no longer there.
"You lost it," Carlos whispered, the words coming out barely louder than a breath. His heart shattered at the realization, and a wave of guilt washed over him so strong he could hardly breathe. He had walked away. He had been so focused on his own fears, his own uncertainties, that he hadnât seen the weight of what was happening to you.
He reached for your hand again, but this time, you pulled away. You looked at him then, and it wasnât anger or sorrow in your eyesâit was something far worse.
"You donât get to come back now," you said, your voice quiet, but firm. "You left when I needed you the most, Carlos. You canât just come back and pretend everything will be okay."
Carlos felt as though the air had been knocked from his lungs. He had no words to respond to that. How could he? How could he explain that the fear of fatherhood had been so overwhelming that he had allowed it to dictate his actions, even if it meant losing youâlosing everything?
"Youâre right," he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. "I donât get to just come back. But Iâm here now, and Iâm not going anywhere. I donât care what it takes. Iâll be here for youâfor us. I shouldâve been here before, and Iâm so sorry that I wasnât."
But your eyes were still distant, and Carlos knew that the damage had been done. The distance between you had grown too wide, too deep to bridge in a single moment.
"I canât do this anymore," you whispered. "I canât keep waiting for you to figure out what you want. I canât keep fighting for something that youâre not ready for. I thought I could do it on my own, but now... now I donât even know who I am anymore."
Carlos felt his heart break in ways he didnât even know were possible. The weight of what he had lost hit him with the force of a wrecking ball. You werenât just angry with him. You were hurt. You had been betrayed, and the loss of the childâtheir futureâwas something he could never undo.
"Iâll stay with you," Carlos said quietly, his voice breaking. "I donât care if weâre too late. Weâll figure it out. Iâm here now. But please, donât shut me out. Please."
You closed your eyes, tears sliding down your face. "Itâs too late, Carlos."
And just like that, the silence between you two became unbearable, suffocating. It wasnât just the loss of the child. It was the loss of everything that had once been. The future you had dreamed of together. The family. The love. All of it seemed to have vanished, leaving only a hollow ache where something beautiful had once been.
Carlos didnât know what to say. He didnât know how to fix this, how to make it right. All he knew was that he had failed. He had failed you, and in doing so, he had failed himself.
Carlos sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the empty space beside him. His body felt numb, as though every part of him had been drained of energy, of life, of everything he thought he knew about the world. He had come back, had finally understood what he needed to do, but it had been too late.
He could still hear your words echoing in his mind, the quiet but firm dismissal that had shattered the fragile hope he had clung to. "I canât keep waiting for you to figure out what you want," you had said, your voice filled with something far more painful than anger. It had been sorrow, the kind of sorrow that ran deeper than any argument, deeper than any misunderstanding. It had been the kind of sorrow that came from realizing that love, no matter how much you wanted it to, couldnât heal everything.
The child was gone. You had lost it. The pregnancy was no longer a promise, no longer the future you had thought you were building together. And now, there was only silence.
Carlos closed his eyes, trying to push away the overwhelming weight that pressed on his chest. He had failed you, failed the life that had barely begun, and failed himself. He had walked away when he should have been there, when he should have listened instead of running. He had been afraid, too afraid to face the responsibility that was already hisâone that could have been a gift if he had only chosen to embrace it. But now, it was too late.
The apartment felt suffocating. The walls seemed to close in around him as he stood up from the bed, pacing aimlessly across the room. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more agonizing than the last. He couldnât undo the past, couldnât take back the moments he had spent trying to avoid the reality of what had been unfolding right in front of him. The child, the future, the loveâit was all gone.
Carlos ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm the storm inside him. He had been so focused on himself, on his own fears, on his own insecurities, that he hadnât seen what was right in front of him. He hadnât realized that the most important thing in his life wasnât his career or his accomplishments. It was you. And he had lost you.
The thought hit him like a physical blow, a punch to the gut that left him breathless. He had lost you, and in doing so, he had lost everything that had ever truly mattered.
A soft knock on the door broke through the haze of his thoughts, and for a moment, Carlos didnât know if he should answer. He didnât know if he was ready to face anyone, especially after everything that had happened. But then, he heard his fatherâs voice on the other side of the door.
"Carlos? Itâs me."
Carlos felt his stomach tighten at the sound of his fatherâs voice. He hadnât even noticed that his father had followed him back to the apartment. It was a small mercy, one that Carlos hadnât even realized he needed, but now, standing at the door, he knew it was the only thing that could help him navigate the overwhelming pain and regret.
"Come in," Carlos said, his voice rough.
The door creaked open, and Carlosâ father stepped inside. His presence was calming, steady, like a rock amidst a storm. Carlos didnât look up at first, too consumed by his own guilt, but he felt the weight of his fatherâs gaze upon him, steady and unwavering.
Carlos Sr. said nothing at first, just walked over to the small couch in the corner and sat down. He folded his hands in his lap and waited. It was a silence that spoke volumes, one that gave Carlos the space he needed to gather his thoughts, even as they remained tangled and chaotic.
Finally, Carlos spoke, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I failed her, Papa."
Carlos Sr. didnât respond immediately, but the quiet understanding in his eyes told Carlos that his father already knew the depth of his pain. After a long pause, Carlos Sr. finally spoke.
"Hijo, you didnât fail her," he said quietly. "You failed yourself. And in doing so, you failed to see what was right in front of you."
Carlos swallowed hard, the lump in his throat growing bigger with each word his father spoke. He had failed himself, that much was true. His own fear, his own inability to face the future had clouded his judgment, clouded everything. And now, all he had left was this empty apartment, the silence between them, and the memory of a life that was never meant to be.
"I didnât want this," Carlos said, his voice raw with emotion. "I wasnât ready. I thought I could keep going, keep doing what I was doing. I thought if I just kept pushing everything away, it would go away. But it didnât. And now⌠now sheâs gone."
Carlos Sr. leaned forward, his gaze steady, but his voice gentle. "Sheâs not gone, Carlos. Sheâs hurt. Sheâs disappointed, yes. But sheâs not gone. Not unless you let her be."
Carlos let out a bitter laugh, the sound bitter and hollow. "I let her down, Papa. I walked away when she needed me most. I couldnât handle it. I couldnâtâ"
"Stop," Carlos Sr. interrupted, his voice firm but not unkind. "Youâre wrong. You couldnât handle it because you didnât let yourself. You were so caught up in your own fear that you couldnât see what was really happening. And now, you have to fix that. You have to go to her, Carlos. You have to show her that you can be the man she needs you to be."
Carlosâs heart pounded in his chest. His fatherâs words were like a call to action, but he didnât know if he could follow through. Could he really fix this? Could he undo the damage he had done? Was it even possible?
"I donât know if sheâll forgive me," Carlos said, his voice thick with emotion. "I donât know if I deserve it."
"You donât deserve forgiveness, Carlos," his father said quietly. "But you can earn it. And you start by showing up. You start by being there, by taking responsibility for what you did. Itâs not about what you deserveâitâs about what youâre willing to do to make things right."
Carlosâs father stood up and placed a hand on his shoulder, the weight of it grounding him in that moment.
"Youâre going to make mistakes, son," Carlos Sr. continued. "Youâre going to mess up. But the measure of a man is not in his ability to avoid mistakesâitâs in how he handles them when they happen. Itâs about owning up to them, learning from them, and doing everything in his power to make things better. Thatâs how you move forward. Thatâs how you become the man youâre meant to be."
Carlos felt tears well up in his eyes, a mix of relief and sorrow that he hadnât expected. His fatherâs words, simple yet profound, broke through the fog of his confusion, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Carlos felt the smallest glimmer of hope.
"Go to her," Carlos Sr. said quietly, giving his son a final, meaningful look. "Youâre not alone in this. But you canât fix it by running away."
Carlos nodded, his throat tight. He wasnât sure if he was ready. He wasnât sure if you would even want to see him after everything that had happened. But he knew one thing for certain: he couldnât stay here, wallowing in his own regret. He had to go to you. He had to show you that he could be the man you needed, that he could be the father he had never thought he could be.
He stood up, his legs shaky beneath him, and walked toward the door. His fatherâs voice echoed in his mind, steady and unwavering. He wasnât alone in this. He had to believe that.
As he stepped outside, the cool air hit him like a slap to the face, but it didnât matter. He was moving forward now. He wasnât going to let fear control him anymore.
He was going to fight for you.
And this time, he wasnât going to run.
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10 | I know that's
⧠Synopsis | In which Choso Kamo, your asshole of a best friend, starts to change after you get involved with a rather cheeky cashier, Gojo Satoru.
⧠Content | language, tension, flirting, mention of drugs & alcohol consumption, sexual tension, teasing, taunting, etc.
⧠Word Count | 7.2k (phew.)
⧠Pairings | Choso Kamo x f!reader & Gojo Satoru x f!reader.
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ââBack in your room, you wasted no time calling Gojo back. That whole⌠thing with Choso is something youâll save your worrying for another day. As of right now, Gojo should be your main focus since you have a Halloween party to attend with him tonight.
Laying stomach first across your surprisingly neatly made bed, your feet dance back and forth in the air as you hold your cellphone to your ear and listen to Gojo ramble to you about his day. He didnât address the phone hanging up at all or the way he definitely heard Chosoâs voice before the line disconnected earlierâhe just got on the phone, asked if you were alright, and then when back to what heâd been telling you before.
Which brings a nice smile to your face. Itâs refreshing to have someone like Gojo to talk to, honestly. Not only do you really enjoy conversing with him or listening to him talk but, you also like how he didnât question you like crazy. That simple act alone took some weight off of your shoulders because it meant you didnât have to lie again. God knows you hate lying to the guy.Â
But youâre not gonna tell him the truth either because the truth is terrible. How do you even being to explain to your crush that you almost fucked your best friend again in the short amount of time you were off of the phone with him?
âSo,â Gojo continues, clearing his throat a bit between words. âAside from tonightâs party, you donât have any plans for today, right?â
Your head tilts further against the phone as you release a gentle sigh, âTo my knowledge, no I donât have any other plans. Why?â
He yawns softly, âBecause, that gives us enough time to go last-minute costume shopping, remember?â
Chuckling into the phone, your lips curve into a smile. âDonât you have work?â You ask.
You canât see it of course but, Gojo rolls his eyes at that, âI mean, yeah⌠But Iâm sure my boss wonât mind if I close up a bit early. Itâs Halloween.â
âIf you say so,â You comment. âIâm assuming you want me to meet you at the cafe in a few hours then?â
âYup,â Gojo hums with a sassy lil pop of the âpâ at the end there. âTilâ then, Iâll have to drown myself in work. My breakâs about to be over.â
You click your tongue and frown a bit, âAw, well hopefully time flies by fast.â
âYeah, hopefully.â
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Once off of the phone with Gojo, you spend your day holing yourself up in your bedroom in an honest attempt of avoiding Choso. Luckily for you, at no point did he come knocking on your door trying to gain a bit of your attention. This provided you with a rather relaxing morning and afternoon of bedrotting.
Not the most productive thing to do but, hey, at least time flew by pretty fast. After lazying around for hours waiting for the right time, you ended up rolling out of bed and throwing on something cozy to go out inâyouâd be changing into a costume in an hour so there was no point in dressing up too cute or anything.Â
You end up exiting you apartment wearing something easy to get in and out of so that when you do find your costume, and in the event that it later gets uncomfortable, you have something else to throw back on.Â
Taking a walk all the way throughout your campus just to reach that cute lilâ cafe youâve grown to love and adore, you felt the season of fall brushing all against your skin as you walked. Itâs as if that hectic morning of yours never even took place with how peaceful this part of your day was. For just a moment, it was only you and your thoughts. No horny Choso humping against you like a dog in heat, no anxiety induced thoughts screaming at you everytime Gojo talks to you⌠just, tranquility.
And when you finally arrive at the designated coffeehouse youâve been to time and time again, a smile is painted across your face before you even push past the front doors. The sun is making itâs set so the sky is all pretty with different hues of oranges and redsâsomething you took a few pictures of on your way here.
Grabbing a hold of the warm metal door handles, you give it a light push and that homey smell of coffee rushes into your nose. A smell in which youâve grown quite fond of given what follows shortly afterâŚ
No one is inside except for Gojo so the smile on your face merely brightens as you meet eyes with him. Almost like a damn puppy, his entire demeanor lightens up at your presence, pretty dimples peaking out in his cheeks as he reciprocates your happy expression.
Youâre approaching the counter and heâs making his way around it, all too quick to embrace you by wrapping his muscular arms around your waist and pulling you in close. Gojo lets out a long sigh, âBeenâ waiting all day to do this, yâknow.â He tells you, voice muffled slightly with the way his face slowly barries itself into the crook of your neck.
You hug him back with the same amount of passion heâd approached you with and then smile. âDo what? Hug me?â Your voice is gentle against his ears and unbeknownst to you, his heart feels all weird in his chest. Then thereâs these flutters your feel in your stomach at how good he smells and how stupidly clingy he seems to be today.
Itâs this strange mix of coffee beans and his cologne that seeps into your nose now, making you hug him just a bit tighter to simmer into the scent some more. He smells like a hard working man and you simply love that for whatever reason. You suppose that thing people say about a man in uniform is true after allâŚ
âYeah,â Gojo soon answers your question whilst lifting his face from your neck and meeting your eyes again. His gaze stays put for barely even a second before heâs cracking a smirk and leaning in to kiss you.Â
A brief grin ghosts your lips as he kisses you. Your arms firmly wrap around his neck and you push up on your toes a bit to deepen the connection of your mouths. Gojoâs lips feel like comfort against your own, almost as if you were ice and he the sunâhis every touch melting you in his hands. You let out a small hum in between the kiss as he slots his lips against yours further, steadily drawing your bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it.
His tongue dances against the plump skin for only a moment before he pries himself away and you both ease out a small breath of air. âAnd that,â Gojo says, âI swear youâre on my mind all day.â
Such a soft admission spoken to you so suddenly makes you gulp. âAm I now?â You whisper, noticing how heâs leaning back in for another kiss already.
Gojo wets his lips and smiles. âYeah,â He utters back just as softly, skin brushing over yours, and eyes narrowing, âJusâ canât get enough of you.â Is the last thing he tells you before heâs ridding himself of all the space between you two again.
No one else is in the establishment, so you kiss for a hot minute. Itâs soft at first, like always, but then it gradually heats up. His hands move to your waist and his head tilts further while his tongue makes its journey into the wet caverns of your mouth. Groaning at the sweet taste resting there, Gojo unconsciously steps forward with you. You naturally follow his lead and he ends up kissing you until your lower back meets the counter.
Not sparing you the chance to break the kiss, Gojo bends down a little and swiftly lifts you up onto the counterâhis lips never once leaving yours. He feels starved as he makes out with you right in the middle of where he works. Hushing out a simple, âTaste sâsweet,â In between your lips.
You mutter his name somewhere throughout the kissing and one of your hands ends up on his chest, very faintly pushing him. As the kiss is severed, Gojo has this needy expression all over his face and his cheeks are reddened. Heâs so pretty that it genuinely hurts to look at. It almost isnât fair.
âDonât we have some shopping to do?â You remind the man in a slightly breathless tone.Â
Gojo bats his lashes at you almost innocently. âYeahh, but we have time, donât we?â As the words roll off of his tongue, his lips are curving into that taunting little smile again, and then his dimples are making yet another appearance.
His hands, which are so stupidly soft, trace the outskirts of your thighs upon the counter. Those almost beryl-blue eyes of his scan over your face, taking in every inch and curve, studying you, and getting mesmerized by you. If you looked way too closely into it all, youâd almost asume the guy was in loâ
You clear your own throat to cut that thought off. âNo, itâs Halloween, silly.â You remind him with a smile, glancing down to your hands on his chest and moving your fingertips to trace what you can feel beneath his clothes. âThereâs barely gonna be costumes as is, the later we go, the less thereâll be.â
Gojo sighs while he thinks for a moment. His bottom lip protrudes as he pouts and you canât help the way you chuckle at that. âSânot funny. I really did miss you,â He tells you again, tipping his head down into your neck and pressing his lips against your skin, âBut youâre right, we probably should head out now.â Heâs agreeing with you with his words but the way heâs planting these soft pecks against your neck is saying something else entirely.
His kisses tickle and you end up holding onto his shirt a bit and letting out a giggle, âSatoru,â You call out once, receiving no sign of him stopping his ticklish kisses. Then you squirm and he smiles against you. ââToru,â You say, to which his teeth graze you.
âSuch a tease,â Gojo simmered into your skin hotly. âCallinâ me that nickname like you donât know what it does tâmeâŚâ
Full on smiling now, you angle your head to look at him and he pulls away from your neck to meet that incoming gaze. His pupils seem to expand ever so slightly as theyâre met with yours but, you may have imagined that. âIt does something to you?â You ask innocently as you push forward to slide off of the counter, âI had no ideaâŚ!â
That cheery faux innocence in your tone makes Gojoâs smile expand before his eyes roll. He watches the way you step aside and straighten up your clothes before sending him one last glance. Something about you really keeps his mind at this mushy state because every time his eyes lock with yours itâs like he canât form a single thought in his brain that doesnât involve you.
Staring, letting a small moment of the eye contact pass by, Gojo scoffs softly. âRiight, sure you didnât.â He replies to your last comment sarcastically.
After that brief conversation, which couldâve easily progressed into something more if you didnât stop him, you assist Gojo in cleaning up the cafe so he can leave with you. All you had to do was wipe a few tables off and then you watched him sweep and mop. It seemed like not many people had come in today given the state of the kitchen and how clean it was (youâd picked up on how messy it gets when Gojo is swamped with customers a while back).
Small talk is held almost the entire time up until he finally closes up and walks you to his car. Itâs then that silence is welcomed back into your space and even as you walk with him, you still feel this comforting air wrapping around you. Especially when Gojo throws an arm over your shoulder and soon opens his car door for you. Heâs so strangely perfect that you canât help the way you feel for him.
Even throughout the car ride to⌠the nearest costume shop? He plays a bunch of Halloween songs and throughout Micheal Jacksonâs âThrillerâ, you notice that even Gojoâs singing is perfect. Hence why by the time you two make it to your destination your cheeks hurt from how hard youâd been smiling and you can hardly remember the last time a guy, aside from Choso, has made you laugh this much.
The shop he takes you to is rather⌠pricey, you note as the two of you stroll through together. And yeah, most of the shelves are cleared off and whateverâs left isnât anything super creative. Gojo guides you to the back of the store though and you swear he had this all planned out in his head with the way he leads you straight to a particularly cute couples costume.Â
âYâknow,â You start off, picking up the clearly designated costume that stands out in contrast to the other last-minute options left on the surrounding shelves. âIf you wanted us to wear matching costumes, you couldâve jusâ said something.âÂ
When you glance back to Gojo, you notice the way heâs got a hand scratching the back of his neck and is looking off to the side nonchalauntly. âI have no idea what youâre talkinâ about, sweetsâŚâ He hums, that faint pigment of pink coating his cheeks yet again.
You snort, âReally? So how is it that youâve led me all the way back here and straight to the only decent costumes left in this store?â As you speak, you lift the two costume packages up and hold them out to showcase them to him. âNot to mention, they just so happen to be the only matching ones too.âÂ
Gojo redirects his eyes to the items in your hand and he grins innocently. âThis is a coincidence, really.â He chuckles, âI mean why would Iââ He stops himself mid-sentence at the look youâre giving him and just ends up sighing in defeat. âOkay, okay, fine,â His hands went up, âYaâ caught me.â
You smile, âMhm, I know. Now, are you gonna go ahead ân ask me to match with you orrâŚ?â
His shoulders sink a bit, âDo I have tooo? Youâre already holding the costumes, are you really gonna make me askââ
âYep,â You hum in response with a mocking pop of the âpâ.
Gojo scoffs playfully. âFine.â He starts, stepping closer to you, âDo you wanna be the cowgirl to my cowboy and yâknow, ride throughout this Halloween night with me?â
Thereâs half a beat of silence that passes after the cheesiness that just left his lips before you burst out laughing. âYouâre so corny, oh my God.â You snicker out in an airy tone.
He joins your giggling with his own and then tips his head to the side, âSo is that a yes orrrrâŚ?â
Rolling your eyes, you nod. âYeah, Iâll be the cowgirl to your cowboy tonight, Satoru.â Then you hand him his designated costume and brush past him.
Gojo clenches his fist and brings it down to himself in celebration, whispering a little, âYess.â To himself childishly while you make your way to the nearby dressing room.
There were other last minute costumes thatâd caught your eye on your way to the back of the store but, you think youâre pretty content with the cowgirl costume you end up putting on. Sure, you passed the classics like witches, cheerleaders, vampires, ghosts, etc⌠but this costume fits you so well that itâs almost as if it were made for you.
It fits your body almost like a leather glove but without being too uncomfortable or tight. Itâs a top and bottom setâmostly consisting of black and an accenting hint of red here and there.Â
Once you get it on, your body is quickly flattered by the fabric. The top is long sleeved, cropped up high, and has a knot that ties right in the lower center of your chest with a vest that has these sparkly red stars on it. Then thereâs the sorry excuse for shorts accompanying the top, thatâs decorated with this semi-chunky belt with matching sparkly red stars. Lastly were the boots and hat, both black with hints of red, that completed the look.
And once you got a glance of yourself in the nearby mirror, you were gagged by how good you look. You spun around to get a full view of yourself, noticing the hug that the shorts have on your ass, shaping you perfectly. Hell, you almost never wanna take this damn thing off. And contrastingly enough, part of you is a bit self-conscious to actually go out like this.
Itâs not until you take a deep breath and step out of the dressing room that your confidence returns to you with the wolf-whistle you recieve from Gojo. Your eyes had been somewhere on the floor until you heard the sound he let out, lifting your gaze to find him slouching back against some chair he managed to find and pull up. Heâs got his legs all spread like some slut (not that youâd ever say this aloud, of course) and you donât think thereâs a single thought of innocence in your head as you take in the sight of him.
His costume is matching yours but, thereâs a lot less skin showing, obviously. The shirt he has on is rolled up to his elbows and heâs got a teasing amount of his chest revealedâmatching you with that low v-cut top you have, except his shirt is just a bunch of buttons undone.
His lower half is your typical pair of cowboy pants, all snug against his thighs, fabric straining over his muscles, andâ
âEyes up here sweetsâ,â Gojo says with a snap of his fingers. You flinch and revert your gaze to his face, gulping at the way heâd caught your gaze trailing elsewhere. âThere she is,â He purrs, motioning with two fingers for you to walk toward him, âCâmere. Lemme get a better look atâcha.â
You almost awkwardly shuffle over to him, shyly covering your exposed midsection and trying to calm the pounding of your heart with each step you take. âSatoru, d-donât you think this is a bitâŚâ You hate how nervous you are right now, as if he hasnât seen you with less clothes before.
Once you find yourself standing right in between his legs, he peers up at you with that ridiculously handsome smile of his. âA bit what?â Gojo hushes out as he reaches forward and moves your arms out the way to expose all of you to his greedy eyes. âI think you look perfect, like always.â He practically whispers, leaning forward and planting an all too affectionate kiss onto your stomach.
You flinch again and instinctively move your hand to his shoulder to push him back a bit, âThank you but, I feel exposed.â
He acts as though you shoved him back, slumping into the chair like he was before and giving you this lovestruck expression as he meets your eyes. âSâokay,â Gojo tells you, âIâm sure thereâll be a lot more people wearing a lot less tonight so, youâll feel more comfortable once weâre there.â
You give him a little nod in response and he moves his hands to trace your hips, feeling the tight fabric of your shorts beneath his fingertips and taking a deep breath.Â
âAnd if not,â He moves to stand up and youâre reminded of the height difference between you two all over again. âIâll give you my jacket or something, okay?â
Nodding again, you feel so safe beneath his gazeâalmost like nothing else really matters when youâre around him.Â
Once thatâs all been settled, you and Gojo leave the costume shop. You forget to question him about how the hell you two were able to leave without paying for anything but, the rest of the night takes over all those questions you love asking him so much.
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Before you even know it, youâre pulling up to this huge house, distant thumping sounds of music and giggles heard throughout the air as Gojo parks his car not too far off. Thereâs vehicles placed all down the street, people all over the front yard, some just hanging out and others taking pictures or even making out.
Itâs been a while since you last attended a party but, the sight of multiple skimpy outfits brings you a sense of comfort as soon as you step out of the car. The music from the house is so loud that you canât even make out what song is playing right now due to the bass. Even so, Gojo quickly approaches your side and rightfully places his arm over your shoulder like he did earlier, keeping you nice and close to him while the two of you make way for the entrance.
The atmosphere is overly lively. You can hear and see people laughing, talking, dancing, drinking, etc. The music vibrates off of the house walls as you and Gojo walk in, shuffling past hella people just to make it fully inside. The house-, mansion, really, is packed with semi-drunk college students and youâre quickly reminded why you donât surround yourself with party goers almost every weekend like you used to.Â
Thereâs definitely heads turning as you and Gojo navigate through the crowd of people but, you canât really tell if thatâs because of him or you.
You wouldâve loved to say that Gojo was the most attractive man there but⌠itâs really hard to say that when youâre quickly stopped by some tall polished blonde man wearing a priest costume. Ignoring the way Gojoâs got an arm around your shoulder entirely, this guy grins at you kindly and heâs got the prettiest honey brown eyes taking in all of you as he leans toward you to voice a compliment.
âBeautiful costume,â The man says to you simply. From where you and Gojo had made it to, the music wasnât overwhelming and you could actually talk to someone without yelling or leaning in too close.
Naturally, you smile in thanks and give him a little nod. âThank you, I like yours as well. Youâre a priest, rightââ
âNanami!â Gojo beams beside you, unconsciously telling you the name of the blonde man you were seconds away from making casual conversation with. âThe hell are you doinâ here?â He asks in a taunting tone.
Nanamiâs face flicks into something tired at the mere sound of Gojoâs voice. âI should be asking you that, Gojo. Youâre supposed to be at work right now.â He says sternly.
Gojo chuckles lightly, âOh donât be like that, boss.â He says, taking his arm from around you and moving to tap Nanami on his arm, âItâs Halloween!â
Nanami sighs. âYes, yes, I know. Thatâs why Iâm not upset or anything but, you couldâve sent a text. Iâd like to be aware of whether or not my cafeâs closing early.â
It suddenly clicks for you that Nanami owns that beloved cafe you visit practically everydayâsomething which, getting a good look at his chiseled face, just fits him. Nanami is exactly what you imagined Gojoâs boss looking like, honestly. The only thing surprising you here is the fact that heâs around the same age.
Youâre about to say something to insert yourself back into the conversation but youâre interrupted by a familiar voice. âOh my God, Satoru! You made it!!â Hori says overly cheerful.
By the time you turn your head to spot her, her arms are wrapping around Gojoâs waist and sheâs hugging him tightly. Gojo hugs her back with one arm and forces a friendly smile onto his face.
âHey Hori,â Gojo greets rather plainly. âAre you dressed as a⌠bunny?â He asks as he looks down at her within his grasp. You couldnât really see her because of the way she was hugging Gojo but that didnât bother you too much when Nanami steals your attention away with a light tap.
âI didnât get your name,â He says to you, having leaned in a bit so that you could hear him clearly.
âOh,â You chirp before extending a hand out and voicing your name to him. Nanami nods as he shakes your hand. âItâs nice to meet you, Nanami.â You greet officially.
He grins kindheartedly, âThe pleasure is all mine, honestly.â
Thereâs a moment of prolonged handshaking before someone bumps into Nanamiâs arm and your hands disconnect. You both look to see who it is and youâre met with this brown haired guy dressed as some kind of criminal (?). Tugging the skimask up off of his face, your eyes are greeted with a very contrasting face. Heâs got these big doe-like eyes and his features scream innocence in a way.
âWoah, youâre pretty,â He chuckles, clearly tipsy off of whatever drink seems to be held in his left hand. âYâMind if I get your number?â
Your eyes go wide at his straightforwardness and all you do is smile at first. âUh, Iâm actuallyâŚâ You slowly glance to where Gojo is, only to find that heâs been dragged elsewhere with Hori. You see his a peek of his snowy white hair amid the crowd and your shoulders slump a bit at how quickly he just left your side. Turning back to the brunette male, you nod, âYâknow what, yeah, sure.â
Nanami clears his throat and his phone is held out soon, âMe too actually,â He chimes in.
With that, you're entering your number into the two guyâs phones and then handing their devices back to them. The brunette soon informs you that his name is Ino and the three of you stand there making small talk for a bit.
Itâs mildly concerning that Gojo just left you like that but you distract yourself with the two men talking to you at the moment.Â
After chatting with them for a bit, they eventually part ways with you and you navigate your way through the sea of party people alone. Thereâs not a single familiar face throughout the crowd and itâs not until you notice youâre getting stares from people that you start feeling self conscious again.Â
You thought that maybe if you made your way to the dance floor and vibed by yourself for a bit, youâd be fine. But, you donât even make it that far because somewhere throughout your shuffling through people, someone grabs a light hold of your arm and pulls you out of the crowd.
You stumble into step to see who the hell decided to grab you like that. It wasnât aggressive or anything but it was concerning since youâve only seen unrecognizable people thus far.
âFinally a familiar face,â The sound of Utahimeâs voice hits your ears and sheâs turning to face you after pulling you far away enough to talk to you. âYâknow how long I was in that damn crowd looking for literally anyone I knew? Iâm so glad I found you.â She says with a sigh.
Your chest feels light as you drink in her wearing a cheerleader costume. âIâm glad you found me too, I was walking around here for maybe ten minutes or so.â You explain.
She rolls her eyes, âI thought you came here with Gojo? Did that asshole ditch you?â
Youâre quick to shake your head. âNono, he didnât ditch me! I think Hori pulled him off earlier and I was talking with these other guys so we just got separated. Any longer in that crowd and I wouldâve called him.â
Utahime pauses for a second while she gathers your words. Then, her expression changes and she smiles at you. âOh, okay. I was just making sure because Gojo can be a real dickhead sometimes.â
âThink so?â You end up asking. This was the first time youâd heard anything remotely negative about him so, of course your curiosity is piqued.
âYeah.â She replies, clearly having no intention of going further into an explanation at the moment. Then, with a sigh, she allows her eyes to drop down along your figure. Utahime lets out a small up and her head tilts, âAnyway, you look goodâlove the costume.â She compliments, her tone light and almost flirtatious.
Though, you could totally be misinterpreting things. âOh, thank you! I love yours too, it fits you nicely.â Your returned compliment makes her smile and she allows her arms to fold beneath her chest.
âAww, thanks. I think Iââ
âUtahime!!â And there she is again⌠Hori. Cutting off yet another conversation and spawning into the scene out of seemingly nowhere, dressed as Regina Georgeâs sorry excuse of a bunny from Mean Girls 1 (which is fitting since sheâs blonde as well), Horiâs all smiley and her cheeks are lightly flushed. âI was looking for you everywhere. Whereâd you run off to?!â She huffs as her arms wrap around Utahimeâs singular arm and her head comes to rest on her shoulder.
Utahime says something to respond but all words and sound practically dies out in your ears as a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind and a fluffy head of hair rests on your left shoulder. Flinching at the sudden contact, you donât even get the chance to say anything before lips are grazing your ear and a familiar spread of warmth is brushing at your skin.
âWas lookinâ for yaâ everywhere, sweets.â Gojo hushes out into your ear. âGod, you smell so good,â His voice lowers and the arms around your waist begin to shift along with his head. The tip of his nose is soon felt burying itself into the crook of your neck and he inhales sharply while his slender fingers smooth over the exposed skin of your waist.
Your body tenses up due to all the sudden touches but, a smile is sparking across your lips before you even realize it. âThank you, Satoru. And, I was looking for you too⌠for like, ten minutes actually.â You inform him, earning a gruff little hum in response. âYou invited me here ân then left me in less than five minutesâŚâ
Gojo grimaces once the mentioning of his departure hits his ears. He sighs into your skin before pressing a small kiss at it, âMâsorry. First Hori pulled me away to find Suguru, and then some other people came pulling me along⌠I shouldâve come back for yaâ, my bad.â
You lean back against his touch a bit and your back becomes flush with his chest, âItâs okay, Iâm glad you found me.â
âYeahhh,â He sighs. For a second, you begin to wonder if heâs drunk with how sly his words seem to fall off of his tongue. âTo make up for it though.. We could goââ
âLemme guess, dance?â You cut off, recalling the last party you went to with him and how the same exact thing happened then. He really was a people magnet all around, huh?
Chuckling, Gojo gives your body a small tug and your ass is brought back toward his crotch. âYou know it,â He says cheekily as he lifts his head from your neck and then drops his hands to your hips. Itâs swift the way he spins you around to face him, your hands soon finding place on his chest and your eyes meeting his pretty blue ones. After which, he allows his hands to sneak behind you and grab a nice handful of your ass within his palm.
Ultimately, you were left looking up at him all surprised and confused. Gojo is touchy, sure. He always has been but⌠he doesnât normally touch you so intimately out in the open like this. It was different. Not that you minded it but, it left you to wonder who or what he wanted to showcase these touches off toâŚ
His cheeks were similarly flushed to how Horiâs were when you last looked at her, again leading you to wonder if heâd dranken anything. âSatoru,â You call out gently, moving your hands to cup his cheek and lull his expression a bit closer to your own for better study. âHave you been drinking?â
Gojoâs eyes take a second to actually focus on you, which silently tells you all you need to know. âJuuuust a lilâ, yeah.â He admits to you.
To which you frown, âYou went off and drank without me too? Wowww.â Your voice is clearly dramatic but Gojo seems to pout anyway.
Leaning in to you, he rests his forehead against yours and his arms circulate your waist again as he hugs you properly. âI jusâ had like, one cup of somethinâ.â Gojo explains, his voice softening whilst his lashes bat in an innocent manner.
You stare at him. âOne cup and youâre tipsy already?â You say, releasing a soft fit of laughter.
Gojo scrunches up his face a bit and you feel like itâs just you and him in the room right now, despite sounds of people laughing and talking all loud surrounding the two of you. âMhmm. I donât drink too often âcause I can't really handle alcohol too well,â He explains to you with a slight clearing of his throat.
The distant sound of Tory Lanezâs âThe Color Violetâ can be heard and it makes Gojo lift his head and glance back toward where most people are dancing and the music is at its loudest.
Your eyes remain up on the man, âShould I be worried?â
He looks at you again and smiles, his brows tweezing together. âWhat? No. Iâve been told I get clingy when Iâm drunk but aside from that, Iâve never done anything⌠stupid, I guess.â You hum in acknowledgement and Gojo starts backing away, tugging you along with him before he motions toward the dance floor. âNow câmon, I owe you a dance, donât I?â
It takes you a second or two to allow your body to be pulled properly with him but after that, your hand ends up in his and he soon pulls you through the crowd of people.Â
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The music gradually gets louder and louder until it consumes the entirety of your senses. You could feel the vibrations of the bass within each step you took, the music blurred throughout your ears, and all the dancing and lingering smell of marijuana and alcohol truly gave you that party atmosphere youâd forgotten about over the years. Before you even realize it, Gojoâs got you somewhere lost amid groups and groups of people dancing, trailing you closest to him using the grasp he had on your hand until you were able to dance right with him.
In contrast to dancing at that gala with him, you feel a lot more at ease here (surprisingly). Instead of gentle sways and intimate slow dancing, itâs more of sensual rolling of bodies against one another and long lasting glances all up and down your body that make you feel warmer than you should be.Â
Gojoâs got his hands everywhere with little care as to who sees what. From your hips, following their structure and the way you sway them around and against him, to your waist, twirling you around so that your back is facing him one moment and then vice versa so he can gather all of your neon illuminated features.
His favorite bit of the dancing is very obviously when your back is facing him and you dance against him. Itâs in the smooth rock of your hips against him that he gets lost in, eyes all casted downward on your lower half, watching the way you dance back against him. One moment heâs smiling and the next heâs genuinely dazed by you. Then again, it couldâve been the alcohol in his system that made all his senses feel heightened like that.
Gojo felt like he was high simply from dancing with you. So much so that at some point he had to ask you if he could go sit down for a bit because you were uh⌠causing a bit of stiffening to stir up in between his legs. Part of you wanted to tease him about how just a bit of grinding back on him had turned him on but, another part of you was ready to loosen up a bit and partake in some drinking of your own.
Nothing crazy of course but, you felt like you would be a little stiff in the crowd without Gojo by your side and if he wanted to go sit down but you wanted to continue dancing, youâd have to get some alcohol in you to lessen the tension in your body. As such, a small conversation between you and Gojo took place and he ended up pointing you toward the kitchen before letting you know he wouldnât be too far off.
The house was huge but with the directions he gave you, you figured youâd be fine.
And honestly? You were fine navigating through people on your own this time. But just in case, Gojo did take it a step further and message you the same thing heâd told you (just in case you didnât hear him perfectly enough over the music).Â
How considerate of him. You thought to yourself as you made your way down a hallway and toward the far off kitchen.
Upon entering the space, you spot a few people making their own drinks, smoking, or talking with a friend but ultimately itâs a lot more laid back in comparison to the dance floor youâd previously been on. This allows you a moment to breathe, exhaling softly as you make way for the first stack of red plastic cups you find.
As you find a decent space on the counter to prepare your stuff, you begin to replay the small events from this party in your head. Smiling, you realize how wonderful everythingâs been going for you thus far. You met two guys who were really nice, one of whom seemed to be acquainted with Gojo, Utahime was really friendly with you, and then dancing with Gojo just felt⌠nice. It was almost like things had gone too good for you tonight. Well, safe for Hori repeatedly interrupting something for you and failing to even say hi to you.
Itâs not like you were expecting her to but, it wouldâve been nice. She was standing right in front of you. Twice.
But hey, maybe she didnât even remember you and the small convo you had with her. After all, this is her party and she clearly knows a lot of people so thereâs probably a million and one things occupying that brain of hers. Speaking of which, that small conversation you had with her reminds you⌠didnât you inviteâ
âHow much for a ride, princess?â Chosoâs voice suddenly hits your ears and you practically flinch out of your skin.
Your elbow instinctively shoots back and you nudge him right in his stomach with a loud yelp, âJesus-, fuck, Choso!â You spew out before clasping your hands over your mouth in response to the sound of surprise youâd let out. âScared the hell outtaâ me.â
He lets out a laugh in between some sort of cough, probably one provoked from your strike against him just now. Slowly, his coughing fades into a full on chuckle and you move your eyes to gather the sight of him behind you. Heâs wearing red and black, his hair tied up into two messy pigtails using these red hair ties, andâholy shit. Chosoâs dressed up as Garu from Pucca.Â
The realization makes you gasp dramatically as you turn around to face him fully. âOh my God? Are you⌠Is that a Garu costume?!â You exclaim, moving your hands to his shirt and tugging him a bit close as you study the big red heart imprinted on the center of it.
Choso finally clears his throat and drops his eyes down to the way youâre pinching the hem of his shirt in between your fingers, âUh, obviously?â He remarks sassily before lifting his gaze to your costume and cocking his head to the side. âAnd what are you supposed to be? A cowgirl?â
âObviously,â You say mockingly. âDidnât you just ask me how much for a ride like twenty seconds ago??â
His red gloved hand moves to brush your touch off of his shirt and then he smirks. âYeah, ân you didnât even answer, jusâ gave me a mean nudge to the gutâŚâ
âYou scared me!â You huff out to him.
Chosoâs eyes settle firmly on the cleavage of your tits, not making any sort of attempt to avert his gaze as he talks to you, âI know.â His tone makes it seem as though he did that on purpose. âBut I had to get back at you somehow. Who the hell invites their friend to a party and then makes no attempt to see if theyâre still coming or if they even made it?â
Oh damn. You did kinda forget about him as soon as you got around Gojo⌠You donât think Chosoâs even crossed your mind again since earlier that morning. âOhh uhm, sorry about that.â You say, a slight awkwardness drafting by mere seconds afterwards.
Choso gives you this loose nod of his head before stepping past you. âYeah uhuh,â He hums casually whilst taking two of those red cups out from their stack. âToo distracted dancinâ with your partner to think about me, right?â
Your eyes follow him as he moves and you watch the way he fixes two drinksâone of them clearly for you. âHe⌠Heâs not my partner, Cho. I justââ
âNo? But you two are matching,â He points out as he interrupts your next sentence. âCowboy and Cowgirl too, how cute,â Then, Chosoâs turning his head to look at you with this expression you canât quite read as the next words leave his lips lowly. âWonder if youâll ride him the same way you did me.â
âWhatââ
He scoffs, âYeah, yâgonna show him all the things you showed me?â He presses even further, taking a step away from preparing those drinks and toward you. Your body seems to not want to listen to you because you remain still and donât even try to step back. Choso leans in close and angles his head to the side as his eyes remain dead set on yours, âHm? Are you gonna beg him to fuck you the same way you begged for my cock that night?â
Youâre left staring at him all speechless and dumbfounded, no sharp remarks to throw back at him, no attempts at arguing with him, just⌠nothing.Â
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Rat in the Mouse Cage
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Summary: There's a rat on base, and all evidence seems to be pointing to you.
Warnings: lowkey mean!soap, angst, language, angst, ptsd, angry!ghost, more of mouse's backstory??,
Word Count: 5.5K
A/n: here it is, the angsty one. I had SO much fun writing this and I reaaalllly hope you guys enjoy! The next few parts are in progress but you should see them soon!
~*~
Soap opens the door to the boardroom, a room you've never been in before, and you follow him when he motions you into the room.
Captain Price is seated at the table, his eyes focused on a file in his hands.
The air is tense, and you're immediately on edge.
"Have a seat," Soap says, his voice hard.
You comply, sitting across from Price anxiously.
"Is... everything okay?" You finally ask, looking between the two men.
Price sighs and sets his paper down, finally lifting his gaze to yours.
"No. Everything's not okay."
You feel dizzy with how quickly the blood leaves your face.
"Ghost... is okay?" You ask after a long moment, squeezing your hands together as you prepare yourself for the worst.
"Yes, Ghost is fine."
You frown, glancing around.
"Where is he?"
Price and Soap exchange glances, the latter standing at the closed door with his arms crossed tightly over his chest.
You've never seen him look so... angry before.
"Listen, I'm gonna give you this one chance to come clean. Don't make this any harder for yourself than it already is," Price warns softly.
"Who do you work for?"
The question catches you off guard, and you cock your head to the side.
"I... I don't work."
Price scrubs a hand over his face, the language barrier only adding to his anger.
He glances over at Soap, and the Sergeant takes that as his cue to clarify.
"We know you've been sellin' information. We need to know exactly who it is you work for. Who your buyer is."
Your mouth drops open in shock at the accusation, but he's speaking again before you have a chance to defend yourself.
"We've already caught you, so don' bother tryna lie your way outta this."
You shake your head so hard you make yourself dizzy.
"No, no! Not me! I-I don't talk to anyone! I don't give any information, I have no money I don't sell anything! Where is Ghost?" If Ghost is here, he'll listen. He can help you. He'll trust you.
You just need Simon.
"He's not here," Soap says coldly.
"I want Ghost, please!" You all but cry.
"Well he doesn't want you!" Soap shouts, slamming his hands on the table. "No one wants a filthy rat!"
The words are spat with enough malice to cut you deeper than a knife ever has.
"Ghost already knows the truth. Had to keep him away or he'd kill ya before we get answers."
The two men watch as Soap's words have the desired effect, your shoulders slumping forward and tears welling up in your eyes.
It hurts them to have to do this, to have to hurt you. You seemed so sweet, so innocent. But if it's what protects the team, so be it.
"I'm gonna ask you one more time," Price says, "Who do you work for?"
You bring your teary eyes to his and shake your head once again.
"I don't work. I don't sell anything and I am not rat."
You're innocent, and this is a hill you'll die on if you have to.
Price heaves out a heavy sigh then nods at Soap.
He walks around the table to you, ignoring the way you shake your head and try to rise up out of your seat to get away from him.
You raise your hands in surrender when he reaches you, not fighting him as he zip-ties your wrists together in front of you.
"Please, I just want Ghost, please," you beg tearfully, trying your hardest to hold back sobs as he marches you out of the room.
Soap says nothing, only leads you down a hallway that you've never seen before.
"Wh-where do you take me?"
He stops outside of an elevator, hand firmly holding your bicep as he waits for it to arrive.
"Holding cells. A cage fit for a rat like you."
Cage. Another cage.
You can feel yourself start to hyperventilate.
You can't go back in a cage. You won't.
The elevator doors open and he pushes you inside, following after and quickly pressing the button marked 'B'.
You stare at the back of his head as the doors close.
"I didn't do it," you whisper once again, your voice soft and full of tears.
Soap swallows his feelings, the regret carving a hole in his heart.
He truly thought you were good, that he knew you, could trust you.
He can only imagine how angry Ghost will be when he finds out who he's been sharing his bed with.
"You may have Ghost fooled, but I can't deny the facts, and they all point to you," he says stiffly.
Your heart hammers painfully in your chest as the elevator walls begin to close in on you.
You can't go back in a cage. You can't. It took you forever to break out of the first one, the one you called home. Now, you've found something good. A real home, a family.
Only for them to turn on you.
Before you're fully aware of what you're doing, you sweep Soap's feet out from under him. You then straddle his waist and knock your fist against his head, wincing when his head rocks back against the ground with a dull 'thud'.
It hurts you to hurt him, but you don't have time to dwell on that.
Instead, you rise to your feet and hit the STOP button, then grab his knife from his belt and slice your wrists free.
Tears cloud your vision as anxiety eats you, and you scrub your hands over your hair. You throw your head back as you struggle to breathe, only for your escape route to hit you right in the face.
Glancing between Soap's unconscious body and the roof opanels, you cringe internally at what you're about to do.
It takes a lot more effort than you thought it would to hunch him over where you need him to be, and then you're stepping carefully on his back and pushing the ceiling tiles aside.
You climb up and out, crouching on top of the elevator for a long moment as you try to figure out your next steps.
~*~
"Simon, a word," Captain Price says, intercepting the man as he returns to base.
Ghost tenses slightly, but falls into a step beside his superior.
"I wanted you to hear it from me first. We've taken your little mouse into custody for now. Soap brought her downstairs for detainment while we investigate further. All our intel shows that she's our rat."
His head snaps to his Captain and he stops walking.
"What are you talking about?"
Price sighs and extends a file for Ghost to read, but the man only stares down at it.
"I know how heavily you're... involved with her, which is why I wanted to be the one to tell you."
"Let me talk to her."
Price doesn't get to give him an answer, he's already marching toward the elevator.
"Simon, this isn't up for debate. She's guilty, and she'll be punished for what she's done. That's the way of the world, son. I hate that you got your feelings wrapped up in this, but-"
"We need to explore all other options before we continue with this. How could she be the rat? She never leaves my quarters unless she's accompanied by Soap or Gaz."
"That you're aware of," Price corrects, coming to a halt beside the man as he waits for the elevator.
"You can't be on this, Simon. You wanna talk to her, you can this once, but after that this is out of your hands. You're too involved."
Simon grinds his teeth together but remains silent.
He just needs to talk to you, that's all. Somehow, he'll prove you're innocent, and this will all be dealt with.
After what feels like an eternity, the elevator doors open, and Simon's heart drops into his feet.
"Soap!"
Price is at the man's side in an instant, helping him into a seated position and checking his pulse.
His hard gaze turns to the Lieutenant.
No words are spoken. They donât need to be. Simon knows exactly whatâs going through the manâs head.
If youâre innocent, why run?
While Price checks on Soap, Simon steps into the elevator, looking up to where the tiles have been moved.
Your escape route, no doubt.
Through there, he's sure you've found a way out through the vents or into the ceiling, but either way he knows you're probably long gone. Lost now somewhere in the hidden areas of the base.
Rather than dwell on that, he's quick to help his Captain bring Soap to the medical wing, silent the entire time.
He knows you're not the rat. Deep in every fibre of his being, he knows. He can feel it in his bones. But his gut feelings aren't enough to sway his Captain.
"I want her found and I want it done quick. We keep this under wraps, no one is to know she's on the loose. The last thing we need is anyone in a panic."
"Let me just talk to her. She'll listen," he tries.
Price shakes his head, "what part of 'you can't be on this' do you not understand? You're dismissed, and if I catch you trying to involve yourself, I'm gonna hafta take it above my head," he threatens.
Ghost says nothing, only grinds his teeth together, turns on his heel, and marches out of the medical wing.
He's not sure where to go, spends a good amount of time pacing angrily through the halls as he tries to figure this out, folder from Price held tightly in his hands.
He hasn't read it yet, he can't.
Though he knows it's not you, he can't shake the fear, the ill feeling gripping his spine at the idea of you being capable of something like that.
Eventually, he discards the file on the desk in his office then heads up to the roof to smoke a pack or two.
He doesn't feel your presence until his third cigarette.
Trying to stay nonchalant, he takes another drag.
"I know you're here," he finally says, blowing out the smoke and looking down at the ground.
His mask is pushed up around his nose, and he doesn't bother adjusting it.
"I'm not going to tell them where you are or... bring you to them. I just... I just want to make sure you're okay. Please."
You stand in the shadows, eyes on his back as you weigh his words carefully before slowly stepping forward.
He turns to you, his heart breaking when he sees your puffy tear-stained face.
"Why do you want me to be okay? Why see me?" You ask, your voice hoarse from all the crying.
His brows pull together and he longs to reach for you.
"Why wouldn't I? All I've ever wanted is for you to be okay."
Your bottom lip wobbles and you shake your head, crossing your arms over your chest as he steps toward you.
"Soap told me... what you really think," you begin, "that you... you don't want to see me. You-you think I'm rat, too."
"He's lying." He says the words immediately, without a moment of hesitation or a shred of doubt.
You glare up at him, taking a half-step back when he reaches for you.
"I'm not going in cage."
"I know." He takes another step forward.
"I didn't do it." You take another step back.
"I know."
"I didn't do it and they-they don't believe me. I save Soap's life! I do everything I can to help! To be good, and they don't believe me! Why don't they believe me?!" Your eyes blur with unshed tears and you suck in a hiccuping breath.
"I don't know," Ghost whispers.
His heart aches for you and he feels anger simmer deep within him at the lies spewed in a pathetic attempt at drawing a confession from you.
"They tell me you will kill me," you whisper, shaking your head as tears slip down your cheeks.
"I could never, Mouse." He takes another step forward, and he's almost close enough to touch you.
"If I don't go with them... they don't trust me. But if I do go with them... they still don't trust me. I am in cage... or they kill me."
Finally, he reaches forward, tilting your chin up and forcing you to look at him.
"I won't let that happen," his voice is harder now. "I won't let any of them touch you."
Your breathing gets quick again and he holds your hand, squeezing tightly.
"Breathe with me," he whispers.
You obey, following his breaths and successfully calming yourself down.
He nods, satisfied, then gently takes hold of your wrists, inspecting the angry red marks left by the zip-tie.
His eyes lift back up to yours and it's like you're seeing him for the first time that night.
"I didn't do it, Simon. Please, I didn't."
His eyes soften and he nods, cupping your cheek softly.
"I know, love. I believe you."
You finally nod, exhaling heavily as if a weight is lifted off of your chest.
He believes you. You knew he would. You knew you could trust him.
"But someone else did, and now they're trying to frame you for it."
It takes a minute for his words to process in your brain, but when they do you're frowning up at him.
"Why me? Who... who would do that?" What kind of horrible monster would do something like this?
"I don't know, little one. But I'll fix this. I just need you to trust me."
You blink your wet eyes a few times at him.
"How will you fix?"
"Just trust me." That's easy enough. You've been doing it since the moment you met him, and you have no intention of stopping anytime soon.
"What do I do?"
He pushes your hair away from your face and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead, then pulls you into a tight hug.
You relax instantly, melting into his arms and snuggling your head against his chest.
He rests his chin atop your head and sighs heavily.
"Just give me time, Mouse, I promise. I won't let them touch you."
Your hands ball his shirt into your fists.
"Where do I go?"
He sighs one more time and closes his eyes, trying to figure that out as well.
Eventually, he settles on telling you the truth.
"I don't know."
~*~
His fist is knocking on Price's office door later that evening.
"Come in."
He's inside the office before the words are fully out of his Captain's mouth.
"I know you said not to get involved," he begins, holding back an eye-roll when Price sighs.
"Simon," he warns.
"And if you tell me one more time then fine, I won't get involved on your side of this," he continues as if Price hasn't said a word, "but there's a rat here, and you need all the help you can get if you wanna flush them out."
Price rubs his forehead and squeezes his eyes shut.
"We already know who the rat is."
"No, you think you know who the rat is," Simon argues.
"All the evidence points to your mouse. Are we supposed to deny the facts because she warms your bed at night?" He snaps, growing tired of this.
"The facts are that you didn't even properly talk to her. You cornered her, ambushed her, threw vile accusations and lies at her to try and get some fake confession from her, and you're surprised that she ran. Those are the facts."
Price leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"So, you've talked to her."
Simon places his hands on the desk, leaning forward.
"Let me help."
Price shakes his head, "nothing comes between me and my team."
"Then let me help and nothing will."
Price's thick brows raise.
"Are you threatening me, Lieutenant?"
Silence hangs long and heavy between the two of them and neither man makes an effort to break it for a good few minutes.
Finally, Price speaks.
"The safety of my team comes first before anything else."
Simon nods slowly and straightens back up.
"If that's the case, then it's in the best interests of everyone involved if you let me find the rat. The real rat. Because I'm not lettin' a single one of you touch a hair on her fuckin' head."
It's quiet again for a few minutes, but this time Simon is the one who speaks.
"Three days," he says quietly. "That's all I need."
Price looks at him warily for a long while before huffing out a sigh and shaking his head.
"If you don't have the rat in front of me in three days, regardless of who it is, I'm gonna gas the building with your Mouse hiding in it. Best way to flush out a rat."
Simon grinds his teeth together but nods his understanding, turning on his heel and marching out of the office.
He doesn't go far, only down the hall to his own office where the folder lies.
He plops down in his chair and flips it open, ready to pour over every word until he finds something to work with.
He's only reading for about half an hour before he hears it, soft creaking coming from the ceiling above him.
He knows it's you, but before he can say anything, theres a knock on his office door.
"Come," he barks, tossing he file back on his desk as Soap pushes the door open.
Simon's eyes narrow at the man, the lies he spewed still tumbling around in his brain.
"Heard you visited Price... and you've met with yer Mouse," the mohawked man says, his eyes scanning the room.
"She's not in here."
Soap's eyes snap to Ghost's, the latter leaning back in his chair.
"How's your head?"
Soap nods, looking down for a moment.
"M'not concussed, wasn't her hit that got me, it was the bounce against the floor."
Ghost only shrugs, "can't say you didn't deserve it."
Sighing, Soap leans against the doorframe.
"Are we really gonna do this, Lt?"
"You're the one standing in my office, Sergeant," he counters, crossing his arms over his chest.
They're quiet for a moment, and he knows Soap is going to speak his mind.
"Everything points to her. S'only reasonable."
"And that's reason enough to lie? To spew nothin' but bullshit through your teeth? To scare her? You were tryna get her to confess to something she didn't do to make things easier for you."
Soap steps into the office, his own anger rising.
"That's not true. I tried to do my job. You find out there's a rat, you see the pile of evidence, and any rational person would follow the trail. S'not my fault you're shaggin' the broad 'n now you can' think for your bloody self."
Ghost is on his feet before the man is finished speaking, stalking toward him.
"That's enough, MacTavish," He growls, glaring down at the man.
"You're dismissed. Get outta my office."
Clenching his jaw, Soap turns and leaves without another word.
Sighing, Ghost sits back down and puts his face in his hands.
He knew his teammates had their doubts, but he never realized how deep that distrust went.
After a moment, Simon glances up at the vent in his office where he knows you sat listening to the entire exchange.
"I'll fix this, Mouse. I promise," he whispers.
Flipping the folder open again, he pours himself back into it, reading over everything. Every name, every date, every location, and every piece of information that got leaked.
Finally, after what feels like hours, he finds a comonality other than you.
"Mouse? You still with me? Knock once for yes, twice for no."
He listens patiently, and eventually, you knock once on the vent.
"Perfect. Now, I want you to follow the sound of my feet, okay? We're leaving my office."
Again, one knock greets him.
He rises from his desk and leaves his office, walking slowly and making just enough noise for you to be able to follow him from your place in the ceiling.
He leads you this way and that, finally coming to a halt in a utility closet.
Pushing the ceiling tiles out of the way, he climbs up on a few boxes and sticks his head into the ceiling, his heart easing when he catches sight of you again.
"You okay?"
You nod, crawling toward him.
"Come down here."
You obey, slowly climbing out of the hole in the ceiling and gasping when his strong arms wrap around you.
He holds you in an embrace far longer than he normally does, then tilts your chin up and presses a firm kiss to your lips.
"I think I've figured it out, little one. But I need something from you in order to prove it."
You nod eagerly, desperate to clear your name.
He sighs and nods once, then opens the door to the utility closet, looking both ways to make sure no one's around before motioning for you to follow him.
You do, staying only a half-step behind him as he leads you through a door and into a stairwell.
"This way."
You follow closely behind him as he leads you down a flight of stairs, looking around as much as you can as you try to figure out what his plan is, where he's taking you.
Finally, he leads you down another hallway and stops just outside of a door.
He looks at you, his eyes suddenly serious, far more serious than you've ever seen them, and you can't help the nervousness that chews at you.
You pick at the skin around your nails absentmindedly as he places a hand on your cheek, cupping it gently.
"'M'gonna ask you to do somethin'... somethin' that I know you're not gonna wanna do. But I just... I need you to trust me on this, okay?"
Your brows pull together at his words.
"Okay..."
"Do you trust me?" He asks his free hand on the door handle.
He doesn't open it. He needs you to confirm out loud to him and to yourself before he opens the door.
You nod, looking between him and the door anxiously.
He grips your chin more firmly and forces your eyes to stay on his.
"I need you to look at me when you say it. Do you trust me?"
Your stomach flips and you need to wet your lips before speaking. Your skin crawls at this, at the intensity of his gaze, the unknown behind the door.
"I do. I trust you," you finally confirm.
He lets out an audible breath of relief, and then he's pushing open the door and your heart is falling into your stomach.
Immediately, you shake your head and take a step back, only for him to catch you and halt you in your tracks.
"No."
Simons sighs, tugging you forward gently. "Mouse, please."
You shake your head more firmly this time.
"No," you repeat, "I-I can't. I won't. No more cage."
Simon looks over to the holding cells with a heavy heart, then pulls his eyes back to yours.
"I know. But this... this is the only way. You need to trust me."
You yank free from his grip and take a step away from him as tears cloud your vision.
"I-I didn't do it. Why do you bring me here?"
You look at the cells then back to his eyes and shake your head once more. You thought you could trust him. You thought he trusted you.
"Please, Simon..."
He reaches for you, tries to pull you into an embrace, only for you to step away once more.
Where you'll go, you have no idea. You just know that you can't... you won't go back in a cage.
"Mouse, I promise you. Three days is all I need. And then I'll come let you out and you'll never have to look at this place again. I swear it."
"No."
He sighs, rubbing a hand over his forehead. He doesn't want to do this to you. If he could prove your innocence without this, he would. But he knows his team, his captain. He knows what it'll take to get the truth out.
"If we don't do this, they're gonna gas the building with you inside, and you'll die."
Your fiery gaze finally returns to his and for a moment he wishes it didn't.
"I'd rather die than go back in cage."
His heart cracks in his chest.
"Please, Mouse. For me. Please. Trust me, just this once."
Your bottom lip quivers as you stare at the cell, eyes getting distant as horrible memories of a past you long to forget creep up on you.
Finally, you suck in a sharp breath and turn to look at him again.
"Three days?"
He nods immediately, his shoulders relaxing while his eyes soften.
"Yes. Three days at most, I promise. I swear, on the memory of my nephew, three days."
Reluctantly, you walk forward, looking at every cell before stepping into the one in the corner. The largest and the darkest.
Your shoulders are tight by your ears as you look around.
It has a thin mattress on the ground and a toilet in the corner. Over half the cell is shrouded in darkness, and the other half is in direct view of the door.
It's bigger than the cage you grew up in, but the sick feeling doesn't leave your stomach as your freedom is brutally ripped from you once again.
Simon squeezes his eyes shut as he closes the door behind you, his heart hurting.
Knowing what he does about you, about your past, this feels like the ultimate betrayal. Arguably one of the worst things he could put you through.
But he needs to.
You flinch at the sound of the lock clicking, not turning to face him even as tears start to trickle down your cheeks.
"Mouse..."
You shake your head, wrapping your arms around yourself in a pathetic attempt at comfort.
"Go," you whisper.
You don't want him here, watching you like some caged dog.
His hands wrap around the bars of your cell as he tries to get you to understand.
"It's not permanent, I swear."
"Go!" You snarl, a hiccuped sob following your words.
And just like that, the floodgates open.
You press your hand to your mouth to muffle the sound, but you can't hide the shake of your shoulders, the way you curl in on yourself.
It breaks his heart.
Silently, he takes a step back, then another, and another, pausing when he reaches the door.
"I'll be back for you. I promise."
~*~
Somewhere, somehow, between blinks, you fall asleep.
One moment you're closing your eyes to blink, the next you're waking up groggy and stiff.
Ghost stands at the door to your cell, a tray of food and a bottle of water in hand.
He needs to swallow the lump in his throat before he speaks, his heart breaking seeing you like this.
"I brought you food... thought you could use some company."
You're curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell, eyes teary and red as you glare at him.
He put you here.
It kills what's left of his soul to see you like this.
"Things are coming together, won't be much longer now, I promise."
You say nothing, only keep your icy cold glare focused on him as he sets the food down and slides it through the opening at the base of your cell.
The sound of your sniffles plagues him, and he wishes none of this happened in the first place.
He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes sad, before turning and leaving you alone once again.
When he finds out who's framing you, he's going to have his fun with them.
You're alone for only a few moments before the panic sets in once more.
Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you struggle to suck in short gasps of oxygen, nails scratching at your neck as you search desperately for your necklace, for the one item that's ever made you feel safe.
Tears run like rivers down your cheeks and you moan out your sorrows.
What would your mother think if she saw you?
She sacrificed everything, everything, for you to leave one cage only for you to willingly walk into another.
You shake your head at yourself, at your foolishness.
This was probably their plan all along. They probably know your father, they've probably gone to get him.
Scrambling to the tray of food, you grab the knife and desperately try to pry at the lock of your cell. When that proves fruitless, you jam the blade into the hinges, sobbing hopelessly.
The knife slides against the metal and finds its way to your thigh, slicing you nice and deep.
You hiss at the pain and drop the blade, stumbling backward then sliding down the wall.
It's useless. There's no escaping.
You start to feel dizzy as your thoughts overwhelm you, and before you know it you're whispering soft apologies and prayers in your mother tongue. Begging for peace, for freedom.
As you whisper the words, something dawns on you.
From the moment of your birth, you were promised nothing but pain. And life was only too eager to oblige; bestowing upon you torment after torment, loss after brutal loss.
Until finally, you broke free. You found your salvation, your Ghost, only for him to be another painful reminder that freedom is not something you were ever meant to taste.
~*~
Price meets Ghost in the boardroom at a ripe 0500hrs the following day, a steaming cup of coffee in a paper cup held tightly in his grasp.
Soap follows shortly after, on high alert.
Gaz trickles in last, the least tense of the three and possibly the most innocent in Ghost's eyes.
"So?" Price asks, looking around the empty room.
"Where's my rat?"
As if on cue, there's a firm knock on the door.
Ghost slaps the tablet he was holding against Price's chest and makes his way to the furthest corner of the room, content to spectate.
"Come in," Price says gruffly, eyes dropping down to the tablet in his hands.
His brows draw together, and then he's looking up at the newcomer.
"Corporal Matthews."
The young man salutes his superiors, then steps into the room, looking around curiously.
"What's going on?"
Price has already pieced it together, giving a short nod to the masked man in the corner.
"Why don't you tell me?"
Gaz and Soap exchange glances, the former shutting the door and leaning against it, blocking any form of escape.
The Corporal chuckles nervously and looks between the three men before swallowing hard when Price steps forward.
"So... you think it's funny what you've been doing? Care to explain to me what exactly you find so fucking funny about this?"
Soap clenches his jaw, dread bubbling in his stomach.
A sick part of him hopes Ghost is wrong, that Matthews isn't the rat, if only to absolve him of the guilt he's sure will eat him alive after all he did to you. All he said.
"What are you talking about?"
"Enough with that, son. We know it was you. Don't make this more difficult than it already is," Price whispers. In his eyes is none of the anger that was there when he spoke to you. No, instead there's nothing but disappointment.
Simon's anger will be enough to cover the whole team, and then some.
"Well, what about the Lieutenant's whore? Huh?" Matthews defends, glaring at the men. They bristle at the words, eyes darting to the hulking man hiding in the shadows in the corner.
"Funny how you knew exactly what we were talkin' about," Soap says, stepping forward and squaring up with the man.
So it's true. He was wrong about you. And he has no idea what he's going to do to fix it.
Price hands the tablet to Matthews and watches as realization dawns on him slowly.
On the screen is live video footage of the holding cells where a familiar mouse is curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth.
"She's been in there for days. This latest leak? Happened last night. Couldn't've been her. We set you up, and you took the bloody bait."
"Well it's her fault anyway!" Matthews suddenly explodes, tossing the tablet onto the table angrily.
"If she wasn't fuckin' the Lieutenant then Jacobs would still be alive! If he didn't have his face in her snatch every night, he'd see that she's a fuckin problem!"
Silence hangs heavily in the room for a long moment as Ghost rises to his feet and slowly approaches the other man.
"You wanna tell 'im that?" Price asks, nodding over the Corporal's shoulder.
He glances back then does a double take, spinning around and backing up only to run right into Soap.
Ghost stops right in front of him, glaring down at the man.
Corporal Matthews tries to hold his ground, to not be intimidated by the huge man in front of him, but he's seen firsthand what this man -this beast- is capable of.
"Didn't get to have my fun with Jacobs, prick died quick. But you can bet 'm'gonna take my time with you."
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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Say the Word Author's Notes: I have no clue how the military works or even how a base looks like and not gonna lie I donât respect it enough to do research. Warnings: MDNI, Racism
Ghost really wished he was a better man. Because a better man would have thanked you for your gift instead of ridicule you for it. A better man would have dropped everything to be at your side. A better man would have chosen you over duty.Â
But alas Ghost is just a ghost. A husk of a man. A monster.Â
But if thereâs one silver lining here is that only a monster can recognize another monster and Ghost knew that look in Niktoâs eyes â itâs the same one he sees everyday in the mirror. Ghost couldnât protect you from himself but that doesnât mean he wonât try to protect you from this new monster.Â
So as you inch your face closer to Niktoâs mask to hear him, Ghost does not hesitate to rip you from the Russianâs jaws.Â
âNikto!â he barks. Nikto slowly turns, almost annoyed by the sudden intrusion while you fly back, feeling ashamed for⌠talking. When this is all over, Ghost will rid you of this guilt. He promises.Â
âYou should stand next to me. Will make it easier when I introduce you to the rookies,â Ghost explains. The two lieutenants were tasked in going over basic combat skills with the rookies.Â
(And you were here because youâve been wanting to dust off your own skills and after you heard Nikto was joining Ghost this time around, you felt more comfortable in joining.)
Nikto begrudgingly makes his way over to Ghost, leaving you alone on the mats. And just on cue, the rookies walk into the training room. They surround you with sadly, your âfavoritesâ opting to stand at both of your sides.Â
Ghost quickly introduces Nikto and splits the room in half. One half would work with Nikto while the other with him. Ghost pretends not notice the âhelp meâ look your shot at Nikto when you got stuck with him. That was his imagination⌠that had to be in his head.Â
Ignoring the tightness in his chest, Ghost walks up to his group and quickly goes over todayâs lesson plan: submission, how to take down your opponent without any weapons. Easy and just the perfect way to get under you⌠for professional reasons, of course. After calling you as his partner, which your eyes nearly popped out of your head when he said so, he asks the rest to pair up and take a spot on the mats.Â
However, before the group split, one of the rookies that especially loved to give you a hard time, spoke up.Â
âLieutenant, quick question?âÂ
âMake it quick,â Ghost snaps. You are literally about to throw him to the ground. He needs this rookie to shut up.Â
âDoes the pencil pusher really need to be here? Theyâre literally just taking space,â he asks. The rookie shoots you a taunting smile.Â
You couldnât believe it. You felt your body go hot.
âSay that one more time,â you spit back. You got in his face. Fuck professionalism.Â
And it seemed like the rookie agreed as he got in your face as well. âLearn your fucking place,â he hisses. âYouâre just a means to check off a box. No one actually wants you here so why donât you go back to your office and fuck off, â!â Your ears start ringing at that last word. He towers over you and stares straight into your eyes. Pure hatred is in his eyes.Â
You havenât felt this level of anger in so long. Fuck this guy. Fuck this job. Fuck the 141. Fuck the military. Fuck everyone. You pull your arm back ready to swing whenâŚ
Nikto flies past you, throwing the rookie to the ground. He starts to wail on the dumb fuck. The rookieâs little posse tries to pull Nikto off but itâs no useâ Nikto pushes them off like nothing. You remain still and watch the scene before you.Â
And youâre not the only one. Ghost is in utter shock. In the matter of seconds, Ghost was cockblocked, you were disrespected, and a rookie was getting his face caved in and Ghost didnât do anything. He just watched. Ghost is a man of action. But he just couldnât at this moment. Why?
âLieutenant!â one of the rookies shriek. That finally breaks Ghost of his trance. He rushes over to Nikto and pries the man off the rookie. The fellow lieutenant fights back. However before Ghost can really get into it with the Russian, your voice is heard.Â
âNikto,â you say. No emotion, just a statement. You look at the two and just shake your head. Nikto stops and moves towards you. He cradles your face and gently buds his head into yours. He grabs your hand and begins to walk out the training room with you when he turns around.Â
He stares daggers in Ghostâs face and hisses.
âAsk yourself this lieutenant! Why did he feel comfortable enough to disrespect your teammate in front of your face?âÂ
And with that he leaves with you, leaving Ghost with the question he didn't know the answer to.
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He is yours
Summary: Gojoâs sweet student is jealous of him and reminds him of who he belongs to
Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI â fem! reader, a lot of nicknames,extremely size kink, age gap, readerâs age is 18, riding, belly bulge
âWait here, sensei. Iâll go grab us some kikufuku, okay?â you said with a cute smile on your face
He nodded, returning the big smile and giving a thumb, âSounds perfect! Iâll be right here~.â
You went towards the food stand, your heart fluttering with excitement. You bought a small bag of kikufuku, and you turned back to go to Gojo.
But as soon as you turned your back, you saw a woman. The kikufuku bag fell out of your hand when you saw the woman.
She was engaging in conversation with Gojo. A pang of jealousy pricked at your heart, who was she?
Approaching cautiously, you heard snippets of the conversation. The woman seemed to be asking for directions, or else she was trying to talk to your sensei and get his number under the pretext of asking for directions.
There was a possibility that he might do that because your sensei was undeniably handsome.
You couldnât shake the feeling of unease.
Without thinking, you went to them and clung to Gojoâs arm, pressing your petite body against him. âSenseiii, I donât feel wellâ you murmured dramatically, âPlease take me home.â ojo turned his gaze to you, and a grin slowly appeared on his face when he saw you staring at the woman he was talking to. He wrapped his arm around her delicate waist protectively and looked at the woman again
âyou heard her, ma'am, I need to be a good teacher and take my poor student home immediately~â
His grip on your waist was tightened
âLetâs get you home, my cute student~â
âS-sensei-Ah~ â
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by moans and gasps from both Gojo and you. Both of your voices blend in a chorus of pleasure and desire.
âY-you are mine, sensei⌠No other woman can touch you like that.â
With your possessive words, a wry grin spread across his handsome face, and he laughed under his breath.
âahah~, my lovely student is really daring today, isnât she~?â
You were so ashamed. Your cheeks were blushed. You had never ridden him before, you had never spoken to him in such a daring way before.
But you couldnât help it, you were extremely jealous. The fact that the woman he was talking to was really⌠beautiful.
âTell me youâll never look at anyone else but me, sensei.â
The room was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans of pleasure, the bed creaking under their movements.
âFufu~, so this is what happens when my little girl gets jealous~â
Your petite body was bouncing on Gojoâs massive cock, your delicate body rising and falling. Your mouth is open in a mix of pleasure and exertion. His piercing blue eyes shifted to your delicious tits jiggling with every thrust before his eyes. It was a perfect view.
âYou think Iâd prefer this pretty young cunny to another womanâs, my little mochi~? Oh, only your sloppy cunt can make me so crazy~â
You were overjoyed and touched. He was genuinely in love with you. A lovely smile appeared on your delicate face, and tiny tears of delight spilled from your eyes.
âAwww~ is my pretty girl touched? Ah~ Donât cry, cutie; your beloved sensei loves you more than you can imagine. So the only time you can cry is when I put this cock in your pussy.â
He slowly brought his hand to your delicate face and wiped away the tiny tears with his thumb. You leaned in his touch as you kept bouncing on his cock. Your slender arms gripping onto his broad shoulders as you ride him. Your body moves in a slow rhythm, your hips bouncing on his large member. Moans and gasps echo through the room.
*clap*
*clap*
His large hands slowly slid from your cheek to your plump ass and spanked your soft ass. It causes your ass to ripple and slightly flush. You squealed sweetly, and your body leaped in sweet shock and stopped for a moment.
âkya~!â
âFufu~ go on, little girl~. Keep riding your senseiâs cock like a slut~.â Gojoâs deep voice rumbled with satisfaction.
With that, you started to bounce on his cock again, your cute moans growing louder with each movement on his big cock.
Your small handâs grip on Gojoâs shoulders tightened, nails digging into his skin. Gojoâs large hands grip your soft hips as you rock back and forth on his big cock, his large hands enveloping your soft ass cheeks. He was guiding your movements as he revels in the feel of your soft skin against his hard body.
His eyes were a shade of blue so intense they seemed to pierce through the shadows, watching your every move with predatory interest. He could sense your approaching edge, so he slowed your pace with a firm grip, drawing out the pleasure and tormenting you with the promise of release.
He wanted you to beg for your release.
âS-Sensei~, ah~ahah~!â
He lifted you with ease to meet his powerful thrusts. The change in angle had you seeing stars, the pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain. Your breath hitched as little spots of white danced before your watery eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat, and your rhythm became more erratic as you chased your climax relentlessly.
*clap clap clap*
you whined above him, a high-pitched sound of frustration and need that was music to his ears. He smirked, white hair falling into his eyes as he decided whether to let you find sweet release or keep you teetering on the brink a bit longer.
âPlease, sensei~â you gasped out, your trembling voice barely more than a series of panting breaths. âI needââ
âWhat do you need, my little one?â Gojo teased, his voice low and husky
you could barely form words, but your delicate, trembling body spoke volumes; it arched towards him, seeking completion.
âY-you. I-I need you. P-please, senseiâ
Tears streaming down your soft, blushed cheeks from overstimulation, sobs escaping your throat⌠God, you were gonna be the death of him.
His grip on your ass tightened, and his movements became more forceful, lifting you slightly and then pulling you down onto his cock with a vigor that left no room for thoughtâonly feeling.
âI-Iâm close~kyaah~â
*clap clap clap clap clap*
âGojo⌠Sensei~â she gasped out between pants, her voice shaky with need. Your use of his title in such an intimate moment only made him crazy
âLet go for me, y/nâ
He commanded in a low growl, contrasted with his earlier sarcastic and unserious tone. His voice was now rough with lust and edged with a raw desire that sent another wave of arousal coursing through you.
With one final thrust that reached deep within you, Gojo sent you spiraling over the edge into ecstasy. Your body shook as waves of pleasure crashed over you; you cried out his name like a sacred incantation as you clung to him.
Gojo followed soon after; his semen filled your fertile womb. There was a slight swelling in your tummy. He fell on his back on the bed and pulled you with him, wrapping his muscular arms around you and holding you tightly to him. His cock was still inside you.
You put your cheek against his chest and whispered tiredly to him as you caressed his muscular chest as you lied on his body
âI love you so much, senseiâŚâ
his gaze softened and smiled softly. What a cute little girl, he thought.
He inhaled your scent as he placed a long, passionate kiss on the crown of your head, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.
âI love you too, y/n-chanâ
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HAPPY MISTAKE â Logan Howlett
Summary: Not ever, through all the years of your life, you found someone like Logan. Since he arrived at the school, something brought you together like a magnet. Sadly, not everything came out as you wished it would be. Time is not gentle with mutants, and you try so hard to show him your unconditional love before everything is over, but can you finally accept your feelings for each other? Or yours and Logan's tumultuous relationship through the years.
(PART ONE â PART TWO) | GEN MASTERLIST!
Pairing: Logan x mutant!female!reader.
Word count: 9.6k.
Warnings: slow burn, breaking up(?)/making up, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut and unprotected everything, language, character death, time travel, Logan hurting reader unintentionally, wounds and blood. Logan being a whore for both Jean Grey and the reader. Reader has slow aging as Logan and looks around mid 30s in my head. Anthropology teacher!reader. Reader can manipulate light (just like Starlight from The Boys). This takes place between different movies from the franchise, from X-Men 1 to DoFP, so spoilers of the movies ahead.
Notes: Long time no write. Life is horrible but somehow I managed to get this in like two months. I love Logan so fucking much now you don't have an idea. This was also written with Happy Mistake by Lady Gaga in mind. If you'd like to be tagged in the second part let me know or let me know your thoughts on this, it's very much appreciated! I suffered a lot writing it .
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âNeed any help?â
Logan stopped on his tracks from wandering around the cozy, yet strange place he woke up in. Turning on his feet, he saw your figure standing in the middle of the hallway. He said nothing, but you approached him as you had known him for a very long time.
âI assume youâre the new guy-â
âWhere is she?â Logan abruptly interrupted once you stood inches away from him.
âRogue? Sheâs fine. And you need to take a little rest.â
âI donât need medical attention,â he said, looking around to search for a nearby exit. Before he walked away you took his arm in a soft grip.
He was, as much as you could tell, surprised by your boldness. You gave him no time to process his next movements once you talked again, your voice firm and welcoming in a way he had never felt before.
âPlease, you need to meet Professor Xavier,â you said. âAt least before you go. Itâs totally fine if you wanna leave, I donât recommend it though, but we can offer you a safe place here. We are just like you.â
Loganâs hardened expression relaxed for a moment, sensing no threat coming from you. All he saw in your eyes wasnât pity, nor anger at him being kind of an asshole at first. It was just authority, the good kind where he also had something to say and decide about.
âWhatcha say, Logan?â
He was so immersed in his thoughts before you called his name, thinking it sounded beautiful falling off your lips. You gave him a half smile as he took in each detail of your face, as if he was memorizing every part of it.
It was the first time someone had been nice to him and it felt strangely good.
For some reason, it felt very good coming from you.
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Logan just found out from the Professorâs mouth the mansion was a school for mutants. Gifted people, he called them. After learning another powerful mutant was behind him and Rogue, he had no other choice but accept the shelter. He didnât like the other guys better, playing the teacher with a bunch of teenagers with special or cursed abilities. But besides Storm and Jean, you were the person who had welcomed him the most, even showing him the place and the room he would stay in.
One late night, you sat at the dining table together. Logan was silently drinking a beer outside school hours so the kids wouldnât see him, and you, reading a bunch of papers from your students that you were missing. He realized how hard you worked, how you would praise your students, how you talked to them outside classes, being the one to actually convince Rogue to enroll in the school. Immediately, he knew you were really something, having much more in common than he thought. And you, living for so long, being both a mutant and a lady for sure had a hard life through time.
âWhat you teach again?â he suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence you shared.
âAnthropology,â you answered, giving him a short glance. âI took this at college a long time ago, and Iâve been alive long enough to know a thing or two,â you explained, putting away a paper after putting an A+ on it proudly. âItâs important to understand ourselves, humankind and mutants⌠Itâs a diverse world and there are lots of cultures, languages and societies we donât get to know, but itâs beautiful. I think I like to celebrate what makes us unique. I've had the chance to study some of them around the world since I had the time, yâknow, and itâs truly amazing. Itâs a shame we have to fight between us to make us heard when we could just be kind and empathetic to each other⌠Sorry, you didnât ask but, yâknow, anyway.â
You shook your head with a curve on your lips, going back to the next paper. Logan had taken the sparks in your eyes as you talked. He half smiled to himself once you buried yourself in your papers again, thinking you sounded just like Professor Xavier. No wonder why he took you in. Probably, if things were different for him, he wouldâve found something that could light his face with so much passion just like you did.
âBeen alive for almost two hundred years,â Logan said and you looked up to him. âWe might have things about the past to share,â he drank from his beer. It was your turn to smile back at him.
âYeah, well, Iâve lived both horrible but nice things. Couldnât read or do math without being called a witch,â you chuckled to yourself, but hiding on the inside the awful experiences you had to endure. âSomeday, we could go out and grab a coffee or something,â you said with a playful smile.
A light chuckle left your lips, but you and him knew it wasnât just a joke.
He joined you with a warm smile that lit up his face before disappearing from his lips. âOf course. Count me in.â
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The sun was shining bright and the weather was great that morning. Some of the students were in the yard playing, having some quality time, and others simply just left to go to the town. It was a good weekend before the next semester started, and it was better now knowing Magneto had been taken to prison after his failed attempt to use Rogue for his plans.
Sipping on your coffee, you saw the students outside. Laughing, running, having a good breakfast picnic. It felt heartwarming just taking this sight, wishing it would always be like this. Your mindful peace was interrupted when Logan entered the kitchen to have a coffee on his own. Visibly, you tensed just a little when he approached you and sat right in front of you at the dining table. The caffeine was not helping at all, you thought.
âMorning,â he greeted you, noticing something was off on you, but hoping it would pass. Maybe you already knew.
âMorningâŚâ your voice came out as a whisper. âHow you feeling?â
âBetter. What about you?â
You gave a small nod. âGood, thanks for asking.â
A silence fell upon you. Not like the ones you used to share in lonely nights where you prepared your classes and Logan just sat down calmly because he couldnât sleep. This time it was different. Words wonât come out of your mouth to ask what was really bothering you. You had grown up to like Logan and enjoy his company, but he had a lot of walls upon him, protecting himself of the world and people around him.
However, you understood why he did it. You both have been alive longer than anyone else. You saw people you love dearly dead, being killed because of your flaws. And you really connected to his idea of protecting people by leaving their side. It was better being away. That was until Professor Xavier recruited you. Here, you had a purpose and you helped young people to become the best versions of themselves. You wished Logan could do the same, stay and see he was more of what he thought of himself, but it wouldnât happen. Right? He had things to sort out on his own.
âAre you leaving soon?â
When you asked the question, Logan knew you had heard something from the Professor. He gave you a nod.
âI need to reconnect with who I was,â he simply answered.
âRight⌠Wish you all the best there.â
Logan had grown to like you over the past few weeks you shared, exchanging experiences and lessons of life you had taken through the years. For a moment, he looked right into your eyes and smiled. He weirdly smiled, and you could swear heâd miss you too once he is away.
But that warm feeling soon faded away once Jean walked into the kitchen, saying good morning and beaming to the both of you. Logan followed her with his gaze, straightening himself on his seat as she served her own breakfast and an extra plate that you already knew was for Scott. She also began putting fruits and snacks inside a picnic basket while looking all happy and settled, and you knew why Logan had fallen in love with her. It was all over his face.
And you wondered how could he act and talk to you so kindly and sweet, and then look at Jean like that. It was a pain in your heart you tried to dissipate. Everyone knew Jean and Scott were a couple, and the fact that Logan had a not so secret crush on her really played on you. It made you feel like a fool and you had too many heartbreaks and hurted people, putting them in danger due to your mutation, to take initiative and start a relationship - or anything of the sort - again.
Scott made his way inside the kitchen, saying hi to both of you - mostly you. And took the tray with their plates as Jean grabbed the basket, but she let Scott leave the kitchen before.
âHave a good trip, Logan,â she said kindly. âI hope to see you around here soon.â
âThank you, Jean.â
She smiled one last time before leaving you all alone, Logan following her with his eyes. Just for a second, you wished he could see you like that underneath his facade.
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You had packed your stuff later that day, deciding a little air and a change for one night would do no wrong. Just as you were walking to the main door, Rogue was saying her goodbyes to Logan after giving him a small hug without really touching him. It was a cute sight how Rogue was able to step into his cold heart. She said goodbye to you as well before leaving the entrance.
âYouâre going away too?â Logan asked, rather surprised as you both walked through the door, the sun hitting your skin as soon as you were out of the mansion. He knew your life was at the school.
âJust for the weekend,â you shrug it off.
Logan gave you a nod with a warm smile. âThen have a good trip and enjoy yourself.â
âThanks. I hope you find what youâve been looking for.â
âI hope so too,â Logan answered and before he went to take Scottâs bike, he looked at you hesitantly for a couple of seconds. âWe should go out and grab some coffee once Iâm back.â
Your lips formed a wide smile. âThat sounds really nice.â
For a moment, where time felt like hours and not seconds, you stood right out the door, looking at each other. You wanted him to go first, but he was waiting for you to say something. Probably to ride the bike with him, he could leave you somewhere near your destination and feel you close - just be around you for at least five more minutes. But none of that ever happened.
Instead, you studied his face, looking at his deep eyes, and then his lips - those lips you wanted to kiss so bad before, but never had the courage to do so. You didnât think further, and if something had taken possession over you, you leaned towards him leaving a short, sweet kiss on the corner of his lips.
âTake care,â you mumbled once you pulled away.
Not waiting for his answer, you turned back, pulling your bag to your side stronger than ever and walked the path to the front gates, feeling his gaze all over you until you left the mansion.
He felt such an idiot for not kissing you properly.
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2003
âI know what I want, but what do you want?â
Mystiqueâs words echoed through his head. Logan left the tent so long ago he didnât know what time it was anymore and the situation kept repeating again and again in his mind. The woman had shifted between Jean, Ororo, and you. The one that icked him the most being Rogue once Mystique had taken her figure in. Storm was a good colleague, Jean was a forbidden love, Rogue was like his little sister, someone he would protect as long as he could, and you⌠you were a different case. When Mystique was about to kiss him wearing your figure, he finally realized he started feeling things he had prohibited himself for a very long time, and he thought he shouldnât. He really shouldnât.
Once or twice you shared experiences about love and partners, but he could tell it hurted you the same way as him. He couldnât burden breaking your heart, or worse, getting you hurt because of what he was. Logan knew you had the same bad luck in the past, but it didnât stop any of you to pull towards each other like a magnet.
âLiving for so long does things to you, Logan. I feel we become more aware of what we are.â
Those words you said to him one time remained in his head like a warning, and he took it personally.
Closing his eyes, he leaned against a hard tree trunk some feet away from the tents where the rest of the X-Men rested. He tried to find some peace alone for a few moments when the sounds of steps approaching alerted his senses. Claws out and ready to attack, he spun around the trunk only to stop in a second.
There you were, a bright light emanating from your hand to illuminate your path in the darkness of the woods.
âLogan?â
Quickly, he withdrew his claws and his body relaxed visibly. âSorry,â he apologized, leaning against the tree one more time.
âAre you okay?â you asked, but you already knew the answer. The exhausted sigh he let out told you everything you needed. You let the soft glow of light floating between you and him, to illuminate both of you under the branches. âYou wanna talk?â
He slowly shook his head, mumbling ânoâ. He became startled in the light floating like a firefly, letting his own issues wash away with your sole company. Ironically, everything that was troubling him was you. Softly, you caressed his arm, taking him out of his own thoughts. Your touch didnât help his poor mind either.
Looking worried about the next mission in Lake Alkali, you feared for him and your team. And your lack of sleep was showing it. But just like Logan, the growing feelings were troubling your head. You had seen him talking with Jean earlier when you landed in the forest - talking too close to your liking once he pulled her for a kiss. But what could you do? Logan was still after Jean even when she had already declined him countless of times, and it didnât really hurt you. It just felt strange inside. Why would he do that while still being nice to you, quitting being a dick when he wanted because he knew youâd snap back at him. And to be honest, Logan looked as if he liked that about you. But he wonât admit it out loud, and of course, you wouldnât ask. Men were so damn complicated.
âWell, I only expect things to not get worseâŚâ you finally said in a soft whisper since he wasnât talking and you stopped your head going further on the matter. And you knew he wouldnât talk soon either. âAnd youâre brave for seeking your past.â
Logan locked his eyes with your own, under the soft light. Your tired gaze, your figure, your aura pulling him like he found a treasure in an abandoned cave⌠He felt so bad for falling for someone like you, who was nothing compared to the crap he was. And then, for the first time in years, he decided to follow his instinct with you.
He leaned towards your figure, his rough hand cupping your cheek gently before pulling you in for a kiss. With a soft sigh you corresponded, your arms around his neck as it turned deeper and harsher. Logan lifted you easily from the ground, your legs tangling around his waist until you felt your back against a rough surface, trapped between the trunk and his body. Soft moans and grunts mingled, your chest pressing against his own, his hips grinding against your crotch. It was obvious you wanted this. Logan desired you so painfully after that day you kissed him goodbye at the mansion, he needed your body and soul. But you had to have answers before giving into the heat of the moment.
Pulling away, you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against his own as you tried to catch your breath. Logan tried to taste you once again, but you placed two of your fingers on his swollen lips.
âWhyâd you kiss her?â
He remained silent, brows furrowed and eyes blown in lust. You didnât make any effort to pull him away. He still had you between his legs, asking a simple question he had no response for.
âWeâre adults here, Logan. Just wanna know why before we go further.â
Logan started to remember. He vividly heard Jean and Mystique voicing out and asking the right question.
âGirls flirt with the bad guy. They take the good guy home.â
âWhat do you want?â
âDo you really want me?â he asked in return.
You lifted an eyebrow at his sudden question. âAnd do you?â
He leaned again for a kiss on your lips, and thankfully for him, you didnât stop it. But he quickly pulled away and inhaled your sweet scent from the skin on your neck, leaving a path of soft pecks, until he nipped the shell of your ear softly. You shivered under his touch.
âIâd love to have you,â he whispered, softly caressing your cheek with his thumb.
âCome to my tent,â you mumbled. âSleep with me. But like, seriously, sleep with me âcause Iâm tired,�� you chuckled, hoping to not kill the mood.
Logan smiled for a bit and nodded, pecking your lips one more time before helping you get on your feet on the muddy ground, hands rubbing your sides slowly.
âAs long as I have you by my side itâs alright with me.â
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Jeanâs death was hard to swallow.
For weeks, students and teachers mourned her, and you felt sorry for Scott for losing his soulmate. Logan was not in the best shape either. He didnât attend her funeral, he never had the guts to stand by her grave either, until now. You stopped right behind him and noticed him sighing, under the afternoon sunset. He was tense because of everything, but when you took his hand out of the pocket of his jacket, he held onto you. Your fingers intertwined together, feeling his life depending solely on you, like a rock he needed to support his whole weight.
The day was about to end, the sun slowly hiding, giving a beautiful painting of orange and purple in the sky. You thought it would soon become an intense thunderstorm due to Ororoâs mourn - something you had gotten used to the last few days.
âShe saved us,â Logan barely mumbled, looking intensely at the grave.
You nodded, even if he could not see you. âCanât blame her, Iâd have done the same.â
Those words cause him to look back at you, wishing itâd be a lie. But inside, Logan knew you really had the guts to sacrifice yourself for others. It was something he remembered both of you talking about some time ago. And you would give everything in your hands to save the ones you love.
Quietly, Logan gave a last glance at Jeanâs grave, and guided you inside the mansion. Classes barely started again due to the circumstances and a few kids could be seen around the halls. You accompanied him to the doors of his room, noticing you had been holding hands the whole time. Probably no one really cared, they were too busy trying to go through the grief of losing a loved one. Slowly, you broke the gesture, taking your hand away and Logan immediately missed the heat and comfort of your hand.
âDo you need anything?â you asked in a low voice.
Looking at you, Logan reminisced how you kissed in the woods, the need and lust for each other that couldnât be. He did sleep in your tent that night, in the comfort of your arms, feeling the warmth of your skin. It was, probably, the first time he had a good, peaceful night of sleep in years. No one had brought that up, but he knew something was there. And he needed to act on it before it was too late.
So he brought up his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks lovingly before planting a kiss on your lips, not caring he was standing in the middle of the hallway where anyone could see what was going on. You leaned against his touch, deepening the kiss until you couldnât catch a breath. When he pulled away, he pressed his forehead into yours, taking in the beauty of your bright eyes and swollen lips. Everything wandering his mind, making a path right into his cold heart was right in front of him.
âYou.â
â
Knocking Professor Xavier's door, you walked inside as soon as his voice announced to come in. You caught your breath seeing Logan by his desk. He just gave you a quick, accomplice glimpse and left the room, closing the door behind. The exchange of glances wasnât unnoticed by Charles.
âHereâs the report on my subject for this last semester, Professor,â you announced, leaving the folder on the wooden desk.
âThank you. Howâs Logan doing?â he asked all of a sudden, checking the door the man had crossed just seconds ago.
âExcuse me?â
âDo you believe he is comfortable helping the kids?â the old man asked again. He was seeing right through you, and you kind of hated every time he used to do that to you. Nothing could be hidden from Xavier; definitely you couldnât hide a single thing for the man who took you in decades ago.
âWhy would I know that?â
He shrugged it off. âWell, you seem very close lately.â
Close was not the best word to describe your relationship with Logan. Yet, you were sleeping on his bed just the night before. The trace of his kisses, the burn of his beard on your skin, his teeth biting softly your breasts, his rough hands all over your hips⌠Every touch he left on your body you could still feel it, and you wanted to think he was not just using you. During the past weeks, you were together. Not quite a relationship-thing was established properly, but it was the closest thing any of you could have as for now.
It was a mixture of grief, pain, and hope that had you both still standing. In the end, you understood what he felt. Being alone and alive for so long and then finding a place where people accepted you for who you were was a whole change, even if some years passed by. Though, the time Logan had been spending at the school was nothing but a blink of an eye compared to his past.
âWhat happened to our team is still affecting us,â you finally said. âI believe we are good friends, yes, weâve been supporting each other. And he doesnât know how to deal with the students yet most of the time, but I try to walk him through it.â
Xavier hummed, smiling at the corner of his lips as he eyed the folder you handed him. âI bet you both do.Thanks for bringing your report on time, as always, and I apologize if I am being intrusive. Just please be careful with the noises both of you make at night, we have kids around here.â
Shit.
You swallowed your pride right there and simply gave a nod, feeling the heat burning up your face.
âWill do, Professor.â
â
A loud gasp escaped your lips as you held for dear life on his broad shoulders, hips snapping against your own. His pace was reckless, keeping you on the edge of sin. Grunts mixed with sweet moans, skin hitting skin again and again every time you felt his cock inside you. If possible, your nails could have already left visible scars and marks on his back, scratching and bleeding off his skin as he fucked you senseless.
Logan sucked on the bare skin on your neck, inhaling your scent, feeling your walls clenching around his girth, his hands roughly grabbing the sides of your hips as you moaned his name, over and over, under the moonlight. He looked at you intensely with loving eyes when you came underneath him, eyes flashing that familiar bright light every time a powerful orgasm hit your body. The vulnerable sight of your figure shaking, eyes closing slowly and biting your lip to keep the pretty noises low, made him reach the sweetest high.
With a grunt, he leaned to attack your lips in a heated, wet kiss to moan against your mouth. Logan pulled back to press butterfly kisses on your jaw, until he reached your breasts, feeling himself soften inside your wet heat. His hips were still thrusting just enough to fill you up at a gentle rhythm. Marking you his and only his.
âFuck, youâre so beautiful,â he mumbled against the sensitive skin of your chest. âRemind me why weâre here again.â
You chuckled softly, fingers tangling on his disheveled hair. You just had prepared a small date night out at the shores of a beautiful lake in the woods. No one could bother you if you were alone, and since your relationship was not so secret anymore, you needed him in a place that wasnât the school. So here you were, laying on your back, fully naked on the picnic blanket, with the Wolverine between your legs, enjoying the calmness of the water, the green grass, the crickets singing around, and the cold of the night.
âPrivacy perhaps?â you whispered as his eyes locked on yours.
Softly you touched his cheek with the palm of your hand and he rolled both of you over, until you laid on top of him, legs straddling his waist and your arms on his shoulders to sit on his lap. Silence took over, his hands soothing your hips and the marks he left on your body from the intense love-making.
âIâm so happy we took a couple of days offâŚâ
You waited for Logan to say something. Anything. You wanted to continue, to tell him how you really felt. Instead, you decided it was better leaving it like this. Logan gave you a nod, pulling you for a short kiss.
âYeah. Me too.â
He wanted to say it out loud, but was too scared to do so.
â
2006
After a couple of long years, the school and the team had to learn how to go through the grief and pain Jean left. Logan had a hard time processing it, just like all your teammates, specially Scott, and of course the students. It didnât stop you from moving on as time went by though, always remembering her for the great person and mind she was. Going forward and keeping fighting is what she wouldâve wanted for everyone, even now that a certain cure for mutants was announced to the public.
You tried to continue your life as a professor at the school, training students, leading young people, and you invited and encouraged Logan to do so countless times. Deep inside, you wished it was you the reason why Logan decided to stay and train young mutants - for you to be the answer to his loneliness. That he knew, for once and all, that he was not alone. You got each other, and you could do something about it. Words unspoken said more than anything, at least you thought so.
It was one of those rare nights where you got some time for yourselves, walking around the city after having a nice and calm dinner. Your shoulders brushed against each other while you walked downtown, your hands hiding inside the pockets of your jacket, protecting them from the cold.
There was a lot on your mind lately, thinking about what you two really were. If there was a stronger feeling in between, or if it was solely because he enjoyed your company and that was it. Both had lived enough to know there was a feeling in the middle. It wasnât just friends with benefits, or co-workers who sleep together three times a week. Something was blooming deep inside you, but you tried to not give it a lot of attention all those years. Still, it felt like it had to be addressed sooner or later, and this could be the time. In the end, you understood each other perfectly. How painful it was, how living longer than anyone was, how you had to leave everything and everyone behind because you were dangerousâŚ
âHave you ever wondered howâd it feel to have a normal life?â your question came out all of the sudden.
âHow come?â He looked at you from the corner of his eye.
You didnât know if his gaze was judging you but you continued anyway.
âLike living a normal amount of years⌠Not having these things, genes that make us different. Or specialâŚâ
Logan suddenly stopped in his tracks and grabbed your arm softly so you could lock eyes together as he asked. âYouâre not thinking of getting that damn cure, arenât you?â
âOf course not!â
âThen whyâd you think that?â
âBecause I never had anyone in my life, Logan,â you spat, pulling your arm away from his grip. âIâve been alive for so long but I canât promise myself a future. A real one. Not anything, it doesnât matter if I live forever. Every person I loved before perished.â
Those words shook him out of the rough façade showing on his face. Your gaze told a hundred different stories when he studied your face every time. It was like mirroring himself at some point. You were the first person he ever got to know that has lived as long as he has, and maybe it was the sentimentalism, but he tried to push away those wishes of settling down. Of trying to be normal. Because he was not, and maybe, just maybe, you just didnât accept it like he did. Probably, he was just giving up. But you werenât, even after hundreds of years of disgrace continuously happening.
âI thought youâd get this, Logan.â
You mumbled, taking him out of his trance.
âWell, I do, in a way,â he said, but sounded more like an excuse for himself.
âThen why donât you say it?â
âWha-â
âJust say it,â you repeated and pointed between you and him. âWhat is this for you? What are we?â
Logan grabbed on your shoulders gently and leaned towards you, stealing a kiss on the sidewalk, a kiss you obliged with a bittersweet feeling for some reason, but then he whispered. âDarling, youâre everything to me now.â
Yet, you smiled and kissed him back, feeling his lips curve against your own. Well, that wasnât so hard was it?
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Needless to say, after the last date, your relationship with Logan had evolved to something more domestic, considering you lived together in your workplace. Affection, holding hands, quick kisses were shared now a little more freely, and you had received a couple of jokes and teases from some students and Storm. But it was fine as long as you had cleared your path with Logan, even if he didnât act like a partner sometimes.
The certain calmness you felt one day disappeared when Logan and Ororo went to look for Scott, who often had these sad thoughts, and since Jean was his partner, it was thoroughly complicated for him to say the least. When Logan and Ororo came back to the mansion, it was not what you expected to see. Jean was alive and Scott was gone.
It hurted you, knowing first hand that their love wouldnât be anymore. You met both of them when they were so young, becoming something like their mentor when they used to learn how to control their powers and how to fit in this world that loathed mutants to death. Now, the school was something else. It was a big, special place that was not the same without the brains of Jean, or the enthusiasm and leadership of Scott. Things were different, they had to change because the circumstances told so, and everyone had a difficult time adapting to it. One thing after another left you tired, with no option to run away, even if you wanted to. The complicated circumstances and the relationship you shared with Logan were no help either.
While on your way to check on Jean, who was still under observation after a couple of days, you stopped in your tracks when the heavy door of the med bay slid. Logan, looking all out of his daily self and mad, found you at the entrance, and you felt something different emanating from him.
For what you could see behind him, Jean was still asleep, and the Professor called Logan to come back with a serious voice, but he ignored the older man, instead approaching you.
âYou knew, didnât you?â Logan grasped your arm, his tone lower and deeper than usual.
You quickly pulled off his grip and hissed. âWhat are you talking about?â
âJean.â
You felt silent. Of course she was anything he could think of since they found her.
âYou knew he was controlling her,â Logan went on and your heart skipped a beat.
The look in your eyes told everything but lies. Logan scoffed and walked away, leaving you standing alone under Professor Xavierâs gaze.
âIâll talk to him,â you mumbled at your mentor before following Logan, trying to keep his pace until he reached his room.
The whole way you tried to keep it professional, greeting students as normally you would, but when you crossed his door it was impossible to continue with the facade.
âLogan-â
âHeâs insane,â he snapped, putting his jacket on and taking his bag out.
âEverything that was done was meant to protect her,â you responded calmly as he placed a handful of clothes inside the bag.
âNo, you did it because you are disgusting. I bet this is what shouldâve been for me if I refused to cooperate with your circus or something.â
âYou donât know what she is capable of-â
âYeah, well I donât wanna hear it anymore. This is so fucked up, even for you,â he continued, bag on his hand taking long strides until you were almost touching noses.Â
You scoffed, trying to laugh at the irony. âWhat does that even mean? Do you know how horrible it is to be controlled by the Phoenix inside her?.â
Logan rolled his eyes, not wanting to hear another poor excuse. You continued anyway, looking straight in his eyes before he could leave you hanging with your own words. Exactly like he used to do every damn time when you had an argument. Today, he wouldnât run away that fast.
âShe could kill you in a second and wonât hesitate. For her, weâre nothing. Weâre not rivals, we canât do shit. The only thing we could do was keep her alter ego somewhere hiding inside her mind, or else we wouldnât be here arguing about something you never witnessed. Because I did and you donât wanna see that, trust me,â you spat at him. He breathed rage at your words and you knew that it was getting on his nerves seeing the way his hands turned to fists. âAnd you think this version of her cares for you? Or that she loves you? Jean is gone now, Logan, fucking get over it.â
With last harsh words, you turned around and left the room, closing the door with a thud.Â
Logan breathed out. He wanted to scream, hit something, run away⌠Anything to let it out. He was a reckless mess but how could he react and accept Charles was playing with Jeanâs mind? And you fucking knew all this time and didnât say anything? Were his feelings dirty on him right now? Probably. Shit, he took years to finally tell you the truth about his love and affection towards you. He spent months trying to find the right words just to say âI love youâ, and still, it seemed it wasnât enough. The forbidden love he felt for Jean never disappeared, and he felt guilty for it.
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You walked down to the med bay after calming down for a bit. You only needed to check on Jean for a moment and see how she was doing. Years prior, you had witnessed what the Phoenix was capable of, so you didnât really question Charlesâ methods when it came to hide this dangerous side of her inside her mind. You also thought your words might have been a little harsh on Logan, but it was the truth. He didnât know who the Phoenix was and, if his feelings for Jean resurfaced after believing her being dead, then it wasnât on you. As much as you loved him, as much as you tried and somehow managed to move on together, he was so easily dragged to her.
The anger you felt before took over you once again, as you found the metal doors of the lab in debris. Quickly, you made your way inside the room and found Jean wasnât there and that Logan was lying unconscious on the floor. You knelt down by his side, calling him over and over and touching his face and shaking his shoulders until he finally opened his eyes slowly, coming back to reality.
âLogan, what happened?â
âShe⌠she killed Scott. The Phoenix,â he whispered. You could tell he was a little weak and out of breath.
âYouâre lucky she just ran away,â you pointed out, helping him to sit down. His eyes were lost in the mess in the room. Tools were destroyed, test tubes broken, crystal was everywhere, and Jean left the reminder of kissing him, yet again, before she escaped. God, he felt so idiotic.
âIâm sorry,â Logan said, looking at you. âSorry for being a jerk. Itâs my fault.â
Taking his cheeks between your hands, you gave him a reassuring look. âWeâre gonna find her, okay?â
He nodded. âYeah, weâll find her.â
âCome here, we need to alert Charles,â you said, helping him to stand up.
Inside, you knew he wouldnât really need your help. He was strong and indestructible like the metal on his skull, but he seemed really taken back, and you decided to stay by his side, holding his hand strongly as a way to say sorry as well. It was kind of difficult to see Logan in that state of mind, confused and lost, and you wondered what had happened back there in the lab as you left him in his bedroom, ordering him to rest for a while.
âIâll be right back,â you assured him with loving eyes.
Logan nodded, following your figure stepping out the room and disappearing in the hallway.
He let out a breath he didnât know was holding. His mind was having a hard time and his heart felt like breaking, going in two opposite directions, and he hated himself for that. His fate was always the same: losing people he loved and cared for dearly. So seeing Jean back again was as if god or anything up there remembered he existed and brought her back just for him. Or maybe he was just being selfish because he already had you.
You were everything for him. A couple of years might be just a short glimpse for both of you, but he was able to feel peace and calm next to you, and he was sure you did as well. Because some nights, that was all you could talk about. Logan didnât mind hearing you for hours, it reminded him he was alive. With you, but his stupid instinct had to act.
It was his fault Jean had left. The kiss, the whole act of embracing each otherâs bodies for at least two minutes, and then her breakdown, begging for him to kill her⌠All of that was enough to bring out the beast inside her. And he felt such a jerk now for following his desires. He already had you. Wasnât that enough?
His thoughts were interrupted once you arrived again, finding him sitting at the end of the bed exactly as you had left him there. Sensing something different on him, you sat down by his side and rubbed his hand gently.
âWe might know where sheâs going,â you whispered.
âIâll go,â Logan said before you could finish.
âIâm not sure if I should ask, but are you okay? You could do some rest,â you suggested, since seeing the redhead was clearly getting some kind of reaction from him.
âNo, I need to go,â he said. But Logan could read your face perfectly, and he knew you didnât really like the idea of him leaving the mansion. You turned your eyes, scanning the room and avoiding his gaze.
You had the need to ask what exactly had happened back there with Jean, but you didnât want to start a fight either. Feeling Loganâs hand on your shoulder, he leaned to kiss your forehead goodbye. Maybe you were the one who should stay, check the kids, the schoolâŚ
âItâll be fine,â he mumbled, voice low and deep, as if trying to convince you, but himself as well. You nodded with your arms around his neck, giving him a hug that felt like some sort of apology you werenât able to say out loud. âDonât worry, itâll be fine.â
And how youâd wish things would be fine.
â
The school has been very quiet lately. Too silent even for his taste. At nights like these, he could still feel the vigor and presence of the students running around, grabbing something to eat, planning to go out for a while... Instead, Logan found himself in a place that was mourning. Grieving the loss of Jean, Scott and Charles.
The feelings inside were complicated. He didnât really feel the same, and the disgrace and remorse of his actions were growing on him. They were still haunting him; every day, every single night. You knew it too. It was impossible to ignore the nightmares each time he woke up from seeing Jeanâs lifeless body fall against his own after he gave what she wished for the most: death.
And then, there was you. He noticed how difficult it was getting for you to sleep. You tried to hide your sorrow into your work, studying even more, keeping yourself busy with the school and not thinking about anything else. Since Charles was gone, Ororo took his place and you were her second hand. But you pushed yourself too hard.
Tonight he found your bedroom empty. He didnât find you on his either, so he went to the place he knew you would be: your classroom. The door was half opened, the dim light of the lamp on your desk barely illuminated the papers on the surface. He found you deeply concentrated reading on something, hands on the sides of your head hiding your face.
âHey,â he softly mumbled, stepping inside the empty classroom.
You quickly straightened yourself on the chair, wiping your cheeks and tried to look decent for a moment.
âHey,â you replied back, low voice.
âCome to bed,â he said, coming to stand before you, his hand on your shoulder comforting and soothing you, making its way to the side of your neck. His big palm on your cheek, caressing the skin stained with your tears as if it was the most delicate thing. He took a look at the mess of papers and old books you loved too much to get rid of, scattered on the wooden surface.
âNo, I- I canât. Need to finish these by tomorrowâŚâ
Logan gave you a nod and a grimace before taking your hand, motioning to come closer. You stood up, knowing he was trying to get you out of the work that was consuming you.
He observed every feature on your face, the sadness in your stare couldnât be hidden. He just knew you too well, just like the palm of his hand, and he wanted to make you forget. At least for a little. You had taken care of him, helped him with your presence and your unique aura, bringing him comfort and peace to his broken mind. He wanted you to be fine. To feel loved.
Logan leaned just exactly to brush his lips with your own, teasing a kiss that he longed too much, his hands around your waist pulling you towards him.
âCan you just let me take care of you?âÂ
Swallowing hard the knot on your throat, you curled your lips as much as the grief let you. âYes,â you nodded.
With this, Logan leaned until your lips connected. Your arms around his neck pulled him as closer as you could get, feeling his chest against your own, his strong hands around your waist, softly touching you above your clothes.
Logan slowly walked you until your back hit the desk, hands roaming on your ass down to your legs, placing you to sit down over the loose pages. It might ruin the work a little, but none of you cared. Everything in your head was him, between your legs, running his wet mouth down your jaw, his stubble burning your skin as you gasped gently. Lying on your back on the desk, he began descending down your breasts, unbuttoning your blouse until he exposed you to the cold of the room.
He stopped right on your trousers, and gave you a quick glance. You were so eager, wet already. He could sense it. Your eyes were glowing and you were already trying to catch your breath by just his kisses and touch.
âYou locked the door?â you whispered.
âDamn right I did,â he voiced, hoarse and low voice from just thinking of railing you right there and then.
âThen donât stop.â
At your command, he unzipped your trousers, letting them fall down along with your heels on the floor. He then leaned to take your lips in a sloppy kiss, more urgent this time of feeling you close. You moaned, nails scratching his skin. His calloused hands explored your bare legs and things, creating friction with his hips with slow, controlled thrusts against your crotch. Logan left a trail of kisses down to your breasts, licking and tasting the saltiness of your body.
You urged him to go down where you ached the most, hand tangling on his hair. His hands grabbed the back of your thighs, spreading to him until his nose was almost buried on your panties, smelling and taking the sweetness of your scent, licking softly with his wet tongue over the fabric. A trail of moans and curses left your lips. He pulled your panties aside before diving in your pussy, licking your folds and teasing your hole with two of his fingers.
âLoganâŚâ
His name repeatedly left your mouth like a plea, his fingers now inside you, stretching your walls for him. The noises grew obscene and nasty as he ate you out like a sweet craving he had been denying himself the pleasure for so long.
He was growing hard just by hearing your whimpers, and he needed you. You always were a fucking longing for him. Your words, your intelligence, your beauty⌠Everything he needed, you had it. And still, he didnât have any idea of how such a rational, smart woman like you learned to love him so deeply.
You tugged on his hair, hips thrusting up to meet his growling mouth. You were so close, felt almost there where you wanted, but he pulled away before you finished.
Logan unzipped his jeans leaning back, admiring your blissed out eyes and glistened figure.
âCome here,â you begged in a whisper, tangling your legs around his waist.
He let out a low, dirty chuckle, feeling your hands on his boxers, freeing his erection.
âSo fucking eager,â Logan breathed kissing your lips, hands supporting his weight at the sides of your head on the desk.
You tasted yourself within the kiss and you moaned at his words, your hand pumped him just enough to feel his pre cum leaking already, lining his dick with your cunt. Inch by inch, he entered slowly so you could get used to his size. Logan pecked your lips gently, kissing your cheeks and the side of your neck to get into your sensitive skin. You tugged on his white shirt so he could remove it and he ripped your bra apart right after. He loved to feel your chest pressed against his own. You gasped but paid no mind, instead urging him to move inside you.
âShit, Logan please-â
A particular harsh trust caught your breath on your throat. You held onto dear life with your hands on his shoulders. He pounded into you rock hard and deep. So damn deep the desk was shrieking under, papers fell off and the lamp moved at the same rhythm but you hoped it wonât break.
Logan growled, inhaling your scent and tasting the sweat forming on your collarbone, your breasts bouncing against his chest. He felt your nails trailing down his back, and oh, how he wished he could get damn scars on just by fucking you like this. But the view of you, squirming under him, eyes closed, being a whimpering mess⌠All because of him. He was so insanely in love with your fucked out expression every time.
Your walls clenched, close to the sweet end. Logan felt himself twitching inside your warm pussy and his thrusts were getting erratic and sloppy. He filled you up, reaching his own climax first, hot white ropes of cum painting your insides. Your pussy milked him all the way as he kept spliting you open until you let yourself go, legs trembling around his waist.Â
For a moment, you stayed like this, with him kissing your shoulder and caressing your thigh, taking in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking.
âThank youâŚâ
Your whisper forced him to look up at you. There it was, that loving, sweet gaze you had reserved just for him.
He nodded, palm on your jaw holding you gently. âOf courseâŚâ
For some reason, he wanted to voice out for once those stupid three words.
I love you.
Or at least hoped you would do it first.
â
The night was cold under the moonlight, almost freezing. He wondered how he got trapped there, between the messy, withered shrubbery, fog, and the trees of a forest he never recalled knowing. He was alert, senses to the limit in case something might attack him. He felt as if he was being watched, but there were no eyes he could find around. He couldnât see much like that.
But then a voice started to call his name from afar, claws coming out immediately as he sharpened his senses to find the owner. One, two, three times he heard, trying to find the person who was calling but there was only darkness. His heart skipped a beat when someone spoke behind him.
âLoganâŚâ
He turned on his feet and he felt like dying again. âJean?â
He withdrew his claws back immediately. The redhead smiled, coming closer until she touched his cheek with a soft hand before pulling away. âHow are you, Logan?â
âWhat-â
âAre you happy now?â she asked, beaming brightly as if they were in a casual conversation instead of the darkness of the woods.
His brows furrowed. She couldnât be real. She wasnât there with him. Jean was gone, he had killed her because it was what she wanted. It was her way out to get what she needed; it was the key to her freedomâŚ
âWhat do you mean?â
âWith her⌠Be careful. You could kill her. Just like me,â Jean whispered, tears forming in her eyes.
Logan stepped back, trying to get away. He shook his head in disbelief, not knowing exactly why Jean was saying this to him.
âNo⌠Youâre not realâŚâ
âEverything you love is destined to death and chaos, Logan. You shouldnât be there,â Jean continued, her eyes switching from her usual tone to a deep black. The ground began trembling under their feet with each step of her, wind building up around. Logan felt truly scared, but somehow he couldnât run, just stand there as she approached. âAll she will know is a life of suffering if you stay. She doesnât need that.â
âJean-â
âShe doesnât need you!â
âJean!â
And then it happened so fast. His claws buried on her chest, the Phoenix disappearing and leaving her to die. Jean collapsed against his body and Logan reminisced about the events of that battle, where he had to choose to be selfish or liberate her from her own demons. Logan wasnât sure why he stabbed her like this. And when he thought Jean was dead in his arms, she started to call his name again. This time, he heard it far away.
Logan.
Logan.
LoganâŚ
Logan!
His eyes went wide open. And there you were, by his side on the bed, calling for him with a pain grimace on your face. His claws buried on your stomach.
âLoganâŚâ you gasped and he pulled the claws out, but you were already bleeding, your nightshirt and the mattress stained.
âShit, Iâm so sorry, Iâm sorry- I-â
âItâs okay,â you managed to say as he caressed your cheek before taking you in his arms hurriedly and quickly made the way out of your room through the halls. âThe nightmares⌠I know, LoganâŚâ
âGod, Iâm so sorry, please forgive me. Hank!â Logan stood outside the scientistâs door. âHank, I need your help!â
The commotion caused some of the students to peek from their doors, and Logan waited outside what he felt it was forever under the gazes of the teenagers. It wasnât the first time he had caused the same accident. The door opened, finally revealing a sleepy Hank putting his glasses on.
There was no need to explain what had happened.
â
âSheâll be stable soon,â Hank informed once he let Logan inside the med bay. âIf you hadnât brought her soonâŚâ
Logan swallowed the knot on his throat, watching your unconscious figure on the stretcher. You already had received blood to cover up what you lost because of the wounds, and Loganâs claws were not minor weapons. His mind was a mess, confusion taking over. He didnât know how he let this happen. He had nightmares pretty often, yes, but nothing like this.
Maybe Jean was right. Maybe she was trying to warn him about something. Or Jean was just trying to protect you from him. The last one felt more realistic. Logan wouldnât hurt you, not ever. You talked about how dangerous it was to sleep together not so long ago, but you had insisted on staying. It was the first time something felt so damn real in his dreams and he wished you wouldnât let him in your room that nightâŚ
âSheâll wake up, right?â Logan asked.
âAbsolutely,â Hank nodded. âI will need to monitor her vital signs though, hopefully within a day or two she will be normal again⌠At least sheâll be stable until the wounds heal completely.â
Of course, Logan thought. You didnât have a healing factor just like him.
âIâll be right back,â Hank announced before stepping out of the room, leaving Logan alone.
He felt so guilty for doing this to you. For everything. For being the cause of your suffering now. He was a threat and mentally unstable. He was strong thanks to his genes, but he was weak on the inside. He promised countless times to protect you, but he couldnât avoid hurting you himself. It didnât matter that it was a very bad dream that felt disgustingly real, he had failed and hurted someone who truly loved. Again.
Taking your hand gently into his, he leaned to plant a kiss on your forehead, wishing it would be just another game from his mind.
But it wasnât. Now, he had the person he loved the most lying unconscious and hurted because he would let his darkest thoughts consume him.
âIâm sorry,â he mumbled, watching you sleep peacefully. âI should have said it sooner.â
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PART TWO
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Hey girl! I absolutely love your work. The way you write Desi reader is phenomenal
I was hoping you could write a Lando fic where he and Reader go to a trampoline park for a date and he's live streaming. He sees that she's very sweaty from all the fun and he comments on it and she says "as if you could make me this sweaty, Norris" AND IT GETS CAUGHT ON CAMERA
If you're not comfortable with the last part maybe only the trampoline park date?
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date days were y/n's favourite, even more than date nights. of course, date nights had a different class of its own. with the wine, and the fine dining, and the pretty dresses and suits that always end up on the floor of the living room because they couldn't wait to make it to the bedroom. it was amazing, definitely.
but, y/n tended to enjoy the date days more. it contained of spending the entire day exploring, eating, and just being kids. they would be in far more comfortable clothes, and would walk around hand-in-hand everywhere. most of their date days were usually lando's ideas, and they were always something reckless and exhilarating. it always made lando's face a pretty red that y/n could never stop kissing.
this particular date, lando had told her that he was going to be making another landolog since it had been a long time. y/n had readily agreed, well aware of how much lando enjoyed making the landologs.
"babe, are you ready?" his voice called out from the living room.
"coming!" y/n replied, trying to get her anklet untangled from her sock so that it didn't break.
lando stood at the door of the room, with the camera in his hand, "chat, this happens every time! i tell her we need to leave at 12, she starts getting ready 12!"
"liar! i was ready to go before you!"
"apparently not, seeing that i've worn my shoes and everything, and you still only have on sock on," lando teased.
"my anklet got stuck again," y/n looked at him with the best puppy eyes she could.
lando sighed, always unable to resist her cute face, "fine, hold the camera,"
she smiled, making a funny face at the camera before she turned it around to record lando. the man had knelt on the floor, and was focused on getting her anklet untangled.
"he's such a nice boy, taking care of me. mumma approves of you too, na," y/n cooed at him.
lando smiled, shaking his head at her, knowing that she was making fun of him. he made a sound from the back of his throat, acknowledging that he heard her. y/n ran her fingers through his hair, talking in the camera how soft his hair was, and how she was envious of it.
"alright, done," lando said, as he stood up after untangling the anklet. he offered his hand to y/n, and she took it, standing up. lando pulled her close to his chest, the camera stuck between them.
y/n laughed, "lan! you're crushing the camera!"
lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and said, "well, they didn't need to see that anyway,"
the two grabbed their essentials, still bickering and bantering, laughing into the camera, as they left the apartment, and into the car.
the camera recorded the couple singing (read as: screaming) taylor swift songs on their way to lando's surprise date location.
"where are we going?" y/n asked.
"we're almost there, lovie. a little more patience."
"look who's talking about patience!" y/n turned towards the camera, and said, "this man has the least amount of patience i've ever seen, okay?"
"that's not true!"
"you almost burned down our home because you decided to set the oven at double the temperature because you thought it would cook quicker!"
"logically, it makes sense!"
"its a miracle we have a roof over our heads, lando!"
he laughed, a loud, shrieking kind of laugh.Â
pulling into the parking lot, lando turned off the ignition, and quickly grabbed the camera to catch y/nâs face change from confusion, to understanding, to childlike excitement. he knew this was one of the few places y/n had always wanted to come to, and now, she would finally have the opportunity.Â
âyou got me to a trampoline park!â y/n shrieked.Â
lando winced at the loud sound, but smiled nonetheless, âhappy date day, baby!â
y/n wrapped her arms around her boyfriendâs neck, the camera forgotten on his lap, as he hugged her back. âthank you, thank you, thank you!â she whispered.Â
âi love you,â he whispered back.Â
she kissed him, letting him know that she loved him too.Â
getting out of the car, y/n jumped excitedly as lando laughed, holding the camera. seeing lando lock the car, y/n immediately began running towards the entrance. zooming on the camera to show just how far she had ran, lando said, âchat, sheâs a little crazy, but iâm so head over heels for her,âÂ
following y/n inside, lando handed her the camera as she showed the place around and yapped. meanwhile, he paid for the tickets, and walked to where y/n was. she had been standing by the popcorn machine, talking to the camera like she was talking to another human. sneaking behind her, lando wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. y/n laughed, but let him walk towards the entrance of the trampoline park.
she set the camera down, angling it towards them, as the couple removed their shoes, and stored it in one of the cubicles.Â
âso, how long are we here?â y/n asked.Â
âwell, itâs three hours of jumping and bouncing-âÂ
âthatâs what she said,âÂ
â-and then we go out for lunch, and have cheesecake for dessert, and back home, where we can either sleep or do other things if we have more energy,â lando finished.Â
y/n smacked his arm, âyou better edit that out!âÂ
âyouâre the one with the dirty mind! i just meant we could bake something or have a movie marathon!âÂ
âyouâre lying, you liar!â lando laughed as he ran from y/nâs smack attack.Â
grabbing the camera, he ran inside, immediately bouncing and gaining more speed than y/n. but, she wasnât far behind. though, once she began jumping on the trampolines, her smack attack on lando was quickly forgotten. the couple went through every zone the park had to offer, playing trampoline basketball, jumping into a ball pit, and obstacle courses that were almost everywhere.Â
y/n pushed lando often, laughing every time he fell and bounced back. lando returned the favour. they challenged each other to stupid things, like who could jump the highest.Â
âitâs not fair! youâre taller than me! of course, you jumped higher than i did!âÂ
âthat sounds like a you problem, lovie!âÂ
âbitch!â
or, they challenged each other to who could fall the farthest in the ball pit.Â
âi totally won!âÂ
âno, you didnât! you moved the balls from the sides, so now we donât know!âÂ
âoh, quit crying just âcause you lost!âÂ
âyou lost!âÂ
most of the challenges were unfair for y/n, given that lando only proposed the ones that would benefit him, and in her excitement, she wouldnât realise it until after she lost. she did try to trick him and win, and that worked. lando said it didnât count, but everyone knew who the boss was.Â
âready? three, two, one, go!âÂ
âow, ow, ow, ow,âÂ
âlovie? you okay? whatâs wrong?â
âi think i twisted my ankle,âÂ
âoh, baby, lemme see,âÂ
âha! tricked you!âÂ
âwha-? hey! no fair!âÂ
âsorry, canât hear you from the finish line!âÂ
their friendly competitions had resulted in red faces shining from sweat, and bright smiles. the day was exactly what they needed, and y/n had plans to show just how grateful she was to lando for planning such a date. they exchanged kisses, played with the other kids in the park, and tried to outdo one another. it made y/n fall more in love with lando.Â
the camera facing towards them, lando watched as y/n jumped on a trampoline square behind him, spreading her arms and legs, making a star every time she was in the air.Â
âyouâre so sweaty,â lando commented as he looked at his girlfriendâs flushed face.Â
y/n smirked, âit's because of the jumping around for three hours. as if you could ever make me so sweaty, norris,âÂ
his mouth fell open as he processed her retort. she laughed at his expression, and began jumping away. lando quickly grabbed her hand and said, âas if i could ever- come on, weâre going home,âÂ
âwhat? why? we still have lunch left!âÂ
ânope. iâm going to show you just how sweaty i can make you,âÂ
y/n laughed but followed. she wasnât going to pass on an opportunity like this. sheâd never.
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warnings: eating disorder, throwing up
angst ; comfort ;ŕźŕšŕŁ
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Youâd been quieter lately. Seungmin had noticed it first in small ways: the way you would lose yourself in thought during dinner, the lingering sadness in your eyes when you thought no one was looking, the way you seemed to avoid food altogether. He watched you tonight from across the table, his heart sinking as you pushed your meal around on your plate, barely touching it.
âNot hungry?â he asked, trying to keep his voice light.
Your head snapped up, and you forced a small smile. âOh, yeah⌠just not that hungry. Itâs been a long day, I guess.â
He nodded, but a part of him didnât believe you. You were always honest with himâexcept lately, there seemed to be something you couldnât or wouldnât say. He watched as you took a couple of bites, enough to satisfy his gaze before you put down your fork and excused yourself to your shared room.
âDonât worry, Iâll clean up,â Seungmin called after you, sighing when he heard the bedroom door close. As he collected the dishes, he glanced at yours: half-eaten, barely touched.
For the next few nights, it was the same pattern: you would pick at your food, make up an excuse, and disappear as soon as dinner was over. Youâd come back with your eyes red-rimmed, like youâd been crying. Seungmin had so many questions swirling in his mind, but he was hesitant to push you.
One evening, after another half-eaten meal, he waited until you went to the bathroom before standing outside the door, listening. He hated himself for it, feeling like he was invading your privacy, but he was desperate. Then he heard itâthe faint sound of you crying and the unmistakable sound of retching.
His heart clenched, and he forced himself to wait. When you emerged, looking drained and pale, he was there, standing in the hallway. You jumped, clearly surprised to see him.
âSeungmin? Iâwhat are you doing?â
His expression was soft, his voice barely a whisper. âAre you⌠okay?â
âIâm fine,â you said quickly, looking away. âI⌠just needed some air.â
âAir?â He took a step closer, his voice laced with concern. âI heard you. I know youâve been throwing up, and I donât understand why. Can you please talk to me?â
The gentle plea in his voice broke you, and before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. You tried to wipe them away, embarrassed, but Seungmin caught your hands in his, pulling you close.
âIâm sorry,â you choked out, voice muffled against his shoulder. âIâm so sorry.â
He rubbed your back soothingly, his other hand gently cradling the back of your head. âHey, you donât need to apologize. Just⌠help me understand. Please.â
You hesitated, pulling back slightly, but Seungminâs gaze was so full of love and concern that it gave you the courage to speak.
âI just⌠I feel like Iâm not enough,â you whispered, barely meeting his eyes. âI look at all these perfect girls on Instagramâmodels, influencers, all of them, and I just⌠I donât look like that. I hate the way I look. I hate that Iâm notâŚâ Your voice trailed off, and a fresh wave of tears spilled over.
Seungminâs face twisted in pain, his hands tightening around yours. âYou think youâre not enough for me? Do you really believe that?â
âI just⌠I look at you, and youâre so perfect. Youâre beautiful and talented, and I donât know why you would even want someone like me,â you said, voice barely a whisper. âEvery time I see those pictures, I just⌠I feel like Iâm failing you. Like you deserve better.â
Seungminâs face softened, and he pulled you closer, letting you rest your head on his chest. His voice was quiet but steady, filled with a kind of strength that you hadnât realized you needed.
âI love you,â he whispered, his words firm. âI love you exactly as you are. You donât have to look like anyone else or be anyone else for me. Youâre already everything to me.â
You tried to respond, but the words were lost in a sob. He held you tightly, rubbing soothing circles on your back as you cried, his presence a balm to the raw wound of your insecurities.
After a few moments, he gently tilted your face up, looking into your eyes. âWhy didnât you tell me?â he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. âI would have been here for you. I would have helped you.â
âI didnât want to burden you,â you mumbled. âI thought⌠maybe I could fix it on my own.â
Seungmin sighed, brushing a thumb over your cheek. âYou donât have to do that alone. Iâm here with you. Weâre in this together, remember? I need you to let me in.â
You took a shaky breath, nodding. âIâm sorry⌠I know it sounds silly.â
âIt doesnât,â he said quickly, his tone fierce. âNothing you feel is silly. Your feelings matter to me.â
You searched his eyes, finding only warmth and compassion. A new wave of emotion washed over you, but this time it was one of reliefâa relief so profound it almost took your breath away.
âYou mean that?â you whispered.
âOf course I do.â He took your hand, his fingers entwining with yours. âWeâre a team, right? Whatever youâre going through, whatever you feel⌠I want to know about it. I want to be there for you.â
For the first time in weeks, a small smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. âI donât deserve you.â
He let out a soft laugh, bringing your hand to his lips. âYou deserve the world. And if you canât see it, then Iâll just have to remind you every day until you do.â
The sincerity in his words made your heart swell, and you felt a warmth spread through you, like a light piercing through the dark cloud that had settled over you for so long. You squeezed his hand, a silent promise that youâd tryâthat youâd let him help you heal.
Over the next few days, Seungmin kept his promise. He was there for you every step of the way, watching you with that same gentle, steady love. He encouraged you, reminding you of all the things he adored about you, and slowly, you found yourself believing him.
It wasnât an instant change; you still struggled. Some days were better than others, but Seungmin never wavered. And every time you started to doubt yourself, every time the old insecurities crept back, he was there, holding you, grounding you, reminding you of his love.
One evening, after a long day, you both sat on the couch, his arms wrapped around you as you leaned into his warmth. âThank you,â you whispered, your voice barely audible.
âFor what?â he asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
âFor⌠for being here. For understanding.â
He hugged you tighter, his voice soft and comforting. âThereâs nowhere else Iâd rather be. And Iâll keep reminding you every day, as many times as you need, how much I love you.â
You looked up at him, your heart full, and for the first time in a long time, you felt a sense of peaceâa peace that came from knowing you were truly loved, just as you were.
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