#please god don’t let this break containment. i’ll throw up

[eyelinerdean]

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[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Lover's Quarrel

Pairing: Dark (aged-up) Katsuki Bakugo x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female Reader

SUMMARY: You get away from Bakugo’s toxic clutches. But soon your peace comes to an end.

WARNINGS: Toxic Relationship; minor Violence/Abuse.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

I just realized today is his birthday, so here it is :) hope you guys like this.

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“...you better damn pick up my calls, (Y/N). I’m losing my patience here so you better get that fucking attitude out of your system or I’ll do it for you. Swear to god I’m gonna drag your stupid ass back home if you don’t come to your damn senses and if you fucking think that-”

You press a button, closing the voicemail with a sigh. Throwing your phone to the bed’s edge, you turn your back to it, curling yourself into a ball. 

Your mind is an unstable whirlwind of thoughts and worries and a solitary tear rolls down your face. It’s not fair.

None of this is fair.

You pull the blankets over you, but even their warmth isn't enough to calm the cold that scatters through your body. 

A sob breaks your composure and you hastily push your face into the pillow, smothering down the ugly sobs and whines that break out. 

It takes a long time until your eyes are finally dry and you have no more tears to weep.

But even afterwards, as you finally fall asleep, the heavy feeling still weighs on your heart.

Ding. 

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. 

Your friend looks at you and you’re quick to mute the notifications that pop up, eyes catching sight of the messages that Bakugo is spamming you before you black the screen. 

“I know I’ve asked before, but is everything really okay?” she asks, ignoring the movie on display in favor of looking at you, a concerned wrinkle settling between her brows.

“You seem… so distracted ever since you came. Is it about Bakugo?” 

You shift on the couch, uncomfortable. 

“It’s nothing.” you hesitantly tell her, measuring your words carefully. None of your friends know about the depth of Bakugo’s dark side and you’d rather not involve them.

Even though you’re almost sure that she suspects something is up, especially with the unannounced way you dropped by unannounced a couple of days ago, asking if you could stay a few days. 

“You can tell me, you know that, right? I’m not gonna judge or whatever.” 

You nod, giving her a small smile but no words come out of you despite the hefty weight on your mind. You don’t want to burden her with your problems. 

“I know, don’t worry. We’re just giving it some time. Lover’s quarrel and all.” you try to joke even though there's no humor in your smile.

"I see, okay." your friend draws a small smile, hesitating for a moment before letting it be. 

Work drags far too slowly. 

Boring paperwork to be filled, a few documents that need reviewing.

Nothing that actually manages to successfully distract you away from your current problems. If anything, it leaves you with far too much time for your mind to wander through your situation.

A definitive break-up is more complicated than what it seems as you’re aware that Bakugo won’t peacefully accept that. 

Just the idea of having to deal with an even angrier Katsuki has you cowering further into your chair and you distract yourself by opening your work email, digging into the emails that need to be answered. 

You’ll think about Bakugo later. 

“Later” arrives much earlier than what you expect.

When the clock hits 6 p.m you reluctantly turn off the computer, gathering your jacket and your purse. 

When you check your phone out of habit, the lack of messages surprises you. Strange.

Maybe Bakugo is finally catching the hints that you want to be left alone? You sure hope so.

You couldn’t be more wrong about it and you almost jump when your co-worker shrieks in delight, nudging your arm as you retrieve your car keys from the purse. 

“Oh god, he’s so cute, damn. Seems like someone was eager to see you.” 

Your heart drops at the sight of the blonde man that leans against your car, crimson eyes fixed on you.

“You’re so lucky. My boyfriend never comes to pick me up.” she whines before finally saying a distracted goodbye, throwing adoration filled glances at Bakugo when she walks away. 

For a moment, you consider leaving your car in the open parking-lot. You could take the bus to your friend’s apartment. It would be no big deal, only half an hour before reaching her place. 

But the impassive expression on your boyfriend’s face warns you not to ignore him and you don’t doubt Bakugo’s ability to cause a overly explosive scene right in front of your workplace. 

Your legs walk on their own towards him and he straightens up, pushing himself off the hood as he walks to you, meeting you half-way, far too close for your comfort.

He’s wearing civilian clothes, you notice. They make his firm muscles bulge from beneath the thin material, the veins in his arms popping out with his hands hidden in the pant’s pockets, as always.  

“What do you want?” 

“Can we talk?” he asks.

“Talk then.” 

Irritation seeps into Bakugo’s face. He’s never had much patience. 

“We can talk in your car. The keys.” 

Despite his stretched hand, you don’t deposit the keys in his palm. It’s your car. It’s your life. You have to fight for it. 

“Y/n.”

You take a step back, shaking your head. 

“If you wanna talk, then we can talk here. Out in the open.” 

The corner of his mouth twitches with ire, and it compels you to take another tiny step away from him. 

“Will you stop fucking stepping away from me?” his voice booms loudly through the empty parking lot, eliciting a wince from you. “Quit acting like I’m gonna beat you to a bloody pulp or somethin’. I’m just trying to take you back home, you idiot.” 

“But I’m not going back.”

“You are.”

You clench your teeth, hoping it would help ease out the incoming flow of angry tears that threatens to spill at any moment now. 

“I said. I’m not going back.” 

Bakugo ignores your words, losing his patience upon your refusal. 

“Like hell you aren’t. I’ve had enough of this stupid attitude of yours.”

His hand latches to your wrist, holding it in a bruising grip, tight enough for you to feel the bones in your hands being painfully compressed together. 

“Ah, Katsuki, you’re hurting me!” you cry out, attempting to release his grip by using your free hand.

But your fingers are far too weak to pull him away and he groans when your nails scratch him. It makes him grip your hand harder and you sob, body limpless following forward when Bakugo tugs you in his direction. 

You bump into his hard chest, head sharply pulled back with his callous hand enveloping the back of your neck, his large palm easily covering all of it.

The tall hero doesn’t even bother looking around, unafraid of the possibility of someone walking by. Bakugo’s never been one to be overzealous, much less now that the position on Pro Hero Number 2 belongs to him. 

“You’ve had your fun these past days. But it’s over now, y’hear me?” the tips of his fingers dig into your neck, and you’re barely able to hold his threatening gaze, already knowing that you’re not coming out on top of this.

“You’re coming back home with me. No fuckin' fuss, no complaining, and that’s final. Like hell I’m gonna let you get away from me, so you better start fixing that attitude.”  

He squeezes your neck, looking at you with deadly eyes. 

“You hear me? Brat.” 

He keeps his hand on the back of your neck when guiding you to your own car, unceremoniously pushing you to the passenger’s seat before claiming the steering wheel for himself. 

A few tears escape from your eyes and you turn your face to the window, ignoring the sharp looks Bakugo throws your way.

You hug yourself, all of your hope dissolving at the realization that you’re never truly gonna be free from him. 

[kaiijo]

AUDACIOUS — MIYA OSAMU

pairing: miya osamu x fem! reader content: timeskip! osamu, fluff, comedy

you had already told your sister that it was a bad idea but she begged and pleaded with you, and you’ve always had a huge soft spot for her. when you were little, you’d let her play with your toys, would cover up for her when she broke curfew, and played wingman on more than one occasion. all she has to do is give you her big, round puppy dog eyes and a jutted lip and you’re putty in her hands. Really, if you had a stronger constitution, this could all have been avoided.

because, right now, you’re sitting in your dining room, your husband across the table with his arms crossed. he’s eyes are narrowed and he asks, “so, what do ya have to say for yerself?”

you fiddle with your fingers, refusing to meet his glance. “I had no other choice, ‘samu.”

“bullshit. ya did and ya know it.”

“babe—”

he holds his hand up. “i don’t want to hear it. i expected better from ya.”

you head shoots up and you throw your hands up, exasperated. “i’m sorry, ‘samu, i already apologized a million times!”

he huffs, “sorry’s not gonna cut it. you broke my trust.” there’s a beat and then he looks you squarely in the eyes. “was it worth it? worth it to break my heart?”

you can’t contain the snort you let out. “really, babe? i thought you left the dramatics to atsumu.”

“s’not dramatic when you cheated on me!”

you roll your eyes. “you did not just say that to me. all i did was go to onigiri empire!”

osamu makes a sound of disgust. “don’t make it sound so casual! ya directly patronized my main competitor!”

“my sister wanted to try it!”

“oh, so if yer sister jumped off a cliff, ya would to?”

“oh my god, it’s not that deep, ‘samu!” you rub your temples but when you glance at osamu’s scowling face, you cross the room and stand in front of him. placing both your hands on his shoulders, you say carefully, “i’m sorry i ate at onigiri empire, baby. i won’t do it again, promise. even if my sister begs me to go again, i’ll say no. can you please not be mad at me anymore?”

you take a page out of your sister’s book and give osamu your best pouty, puppy dogs eyes and you see how he immediately softens. if there’s someone who’s more whipped for another person than you are for your sister, it’s osamu for you. he lets out a long breath and says, “i’m sorry i overreacted, sweetheart.”

osamu stands and opens his arms, which you eagerly step into, and he wraps them tightly around you. he tucks his head into your shoulder and murmurs, “as long as ya didn’t like theirs more than mine.”

“how could i? i know yours are made with love.”

he chuckles and presses a kiss to your cheek.

a few days later, when you come home, osamu calls you into the kitchen. you cock your head in confusion; osamu hardly ever invites you to the kitchen. you’ve been banned from it ever since you nearly burned it down trying to make your husband breakfast in bed for your first anniversary seven years ago. hanging your coat up, you cautiously creep into the kitchen.

osamu’s standing at the kitchen island and he perks up when you come in, beckoning you over with a wave of his hand. you eye his suspiciously as you walk over and he pecks the crown of your head. “how was yer day at work?”

“good, mitsubishi was annoying as usual.” you glance over his shoulder, where two onigiri sit on different plates. you ask, “did you make a new recipe?”

he shrugs and just pushes both plates towards you. “try a bite of each.”

“you’re acting weird, ‘samu.” you pause and say, “you’re actually acting like you did when you and atsumu made me guess which one you were.”

he gives you a look. “just try them.”

you sigh, “okay, okay.”

you take a bite on the left onigiri, savoring the sticky rice, seaweed, and kombu — your favorite flavor. you take a bit of the right one and it’s also kombu. you look at your husband, perplexed. “these are the same flavors, baby, and you already have kombu in the store.”

“which one did you like more?”

you blink. “what?”

“which one did you like more?” he repeats.

you contemplate and then point at the left one. “this one has a fuller flavor, i guess? ‘samu, what’s this—”

osamu lets out a whoop of victory and scoops you into his arms, lifting  you up and spinning you around. he cheers, “my baby knows my onigiri’s better!”

ah, you think with a fond roll of your eyes, so that’s what this is about.

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestive, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Chapter 10 - ‘You’re Mine’

You sat on your apartment floor in a pile of your clothes. What the hell do you bring to visit a boy… in another country… for an unspecified amount of time. Lingerie was the first thing in your suitcase but like… what else?

Trent had been kind enough to organize everything for you so you really only had to lock up your apartment, he had gotten everything sorted down to a car picking you up and bringing you to the airport. You had an inkling it was more likely Tyler orchestrating the logistics but Trent was the one relaying the information to you. No matter, it was incredibly thoughtful.

He had booked you a hotel suite down near the Liverpool waterfront because you had mentioned that you had liked staying near there before during previous visits to the city. It was unsaid but assumed you’d more than likely be in Trent’s bed anyways but you didn’t want to pressure him or bother him after a match day and he hadn’t wanted you to presume this was a trip solely to get his dick wet. It also occurred to both of you that Trent lived with his family. It was comforting to him, something he loved, something you actually found endearing, and as much as you got along with his brothers, throwing you into the family home seemed like a big ask.

There were a lot of uncertainties about the trip… the most glaringly obvious, the length. You and Trent both just wanted to be back together so you hadn’t really set a return date. You were off and on your way to England tomorrow. You couldn’t exactly uproot your life for a man you hadn’t known for that long, let alone explain to your family that you suddenly had struck up a whirlwind romance with the Trent Alexander-Arnold but your return to New York was still TBD.

To be honest, your dad might be thrilled at the idea of the potential access to Anfield and return to his home country but you were a daddy’s girl so moving countries might throw him for a loop. Your mom, well.. she’d miss you but you having a boyfriend, no matter the location, would just make her life complete. That was another thing… you were so excited to visit ‘your Trent’ but he wasn’t your boyfriend really so what was this to him? You had told most people who needed to know your whereabouts that you were going to England to visit a friend, you’d be going to Liverpool for a game which you had done before… purposely avoiding the details though that seeing a player was the sole reason you were being flown out. You wanted to keep it hush until it was official with him or god forbid… if it were to all fizzle out. Your head was spinning when your best friend FaceTimed you breaking the trepidation.

“Are you even going to pack clothes?” She joked before even saying hello to you.

“Rude…. I am, but honestly haven’t got a clue what yet… I want to look good but not try too hard. I wanna be hot for him but I’ll also be with his family so the lines are a little blurry.” You began to rant, panicking. You initially had asked Trent what to pack but his response was zero help.

“You look amazing in anything… but I also want you in nothing.. so” he joked, providing no assistance during a recent phone call.

Despite everything being done for you, the trip was still a little overwhelming. The plan was to fly into Manchester, Trent insisting that Tyler pick you up because he wasn’t able to get you himself because his match was that day. Tyler would drive you to your hotel, check you in, let you settle in and then he and Marcel would grab you a bit later on to head to the stadium for the game so you could see Trent. After that…not a clue what was in store but you could only imagine it would involve little to no clothing… heavily depending on if you were able to manage to stay awake after the long day.

It all sounded so seamless but after a 7 hour flight, the idea of going to a packed season opener at Anfield and attempting to look presentable after not seeing your man for over a month was stressing you out. Trent didn’t really think that this was, rather the reunion would be exciting, fun, and romantic.

“Okay, okay… I’m thinking you have to go with basics right? Like heels, boots, a sneaker, jeans, white tee, and then obviously have to bring all the gifts and shit he’s sent you..” your best friend was trying to be practical and she was right. Just simple, like your first date, hot but comfortable.

“Yeah, okay, smart. Weather is kind of weird there… like if I need a jacket… I need to think a little more. Maybe I’ll shop when I’m there when he’s busy like at training…”

“You shop? Let him shop! He’s clearly not opposed to buying you things! Also… you’re going to the north of England not a deserted island. I hope you shop when you’re there.”

“I’m not letting him do that… he’s gotta chill with the..” you stopped your own sentence “oh my god! There’s a Selfridges in Manchester… wow I totally forgot. Ugh I can’t wait for that.” You were drooling at the idea of bringing those yellow shopping bags home, forgetting the current task at hand.

“Wow, yeah… I miss that place.” Your friend also getting lost for a second.

“Fuck! Focus Y/N.” You said aloud to yourself. “I need to pack now. I’m hanging up. You’re not as helpful as I needed you to be!” You poked fun sarcastically at your friend who had actually been helpful.

“Love you! Let me know when you you take off, land, fuck him, you know the important things” she cooed cheekily.

You managed to finish packing. An incredibly heavy full suitcase that barely zipped closed and a burgundy Goyard Saint Louis tote bag stuffed full of flight essentials; passport, charger, headphones, just the usual.

You hadn’t realized until you were in line for security rereading your ticket but you were pleased when you realized you were in first class and you had access to a lounge. You texted Trent an update as if he hadn’t planned your entire itinerary for the next 24 hours.

“Text me before you take off, baby 😘” he responded.

“I will 😘 going to see you so sooon… absolutely insane”

“Getting impatient” he texted, always managing to make you smile, make you feel wanted. So you boarded the plane, tucked into your seat with a smile and a warm feeling in your chest. You picked a movie, popped in your headphones and prayed for a safe flight and the ability to get some rest during it.

While you were in transit, Trent was busy with pre-match preparations and also ultimately getting ready for your arrival. He was so excited he couldn’t sit still, pacing around his house. He hadn’t really shut up about you over the past few weeks, more often than not talking to his mum, knowing she could keep a secret. He didn’t want to over share with his friends, teammates and brothers because he was well aware how whipped he was for you and they would no doubt give him shit. That said, he didn’t exactly hide his obsession all that well.

“I’m sorry I can’t make it to the match tonight, sweetheart” Dianne sincerely apologized to Trent standing in the kitchen that morning. She had a prior commitment she couldn’t get out of unfortunately. It didn’t really bother Trent, she had seen more minutes of him on the pitch than anyone but it also meant that it would postponing your meeting.

“Mum, really it’s fine… besides I’m getting a little nervous about who's all in the box tonight.” He said anxiously.

“You shouldn’t be nervous… you invited her and she wanted to come.” Dianne knew he was referring to you being in the box.

“I know I never say this….” Trent sighed leaning his forehead against the refrigerator door. “What if I play bad and she gets like the ick.”

“The ick?” Dianne perplexed by the term.

“Yeah, like the ick…” Trent poorly and inadvertently didn’t explain so Dianne moved on.

“Trenty, it’s just another normal night.” She tried to reassure him like he was still her little boy.

“She is flying to another country… for me.” Trent said initially with some fear but his own words actually had instilled some confidence in him. You were flying to see him. You didn’t have to do this, you wanted to.

Trent had to leave to meet with the team, start the whole process of match day so he gathered all his things, said goodbye to his mum, and made his way to the driveway. He stopped in his tracks half way to his car trying to remember if he had made his bed, hoping that tonight he could convince you to come sleep with him instead of your hotel. The thought of you back in his arms had him eager for the final whistle before kick off even happened.

You woke up with about a half an hour left in your flight. By the time you gathered yourself you had landed in Manchester. You were going to text Trent but you didn’t want to bother him as it was getting closer to game time so you opted to text Tyler letting him know you had arrived. Customs wasn’t too long but you needed a few extra minutes in the bathroom to reapply some tinted moisturizer, fix your hair, spray some perfume, it was fine for now but you couldn’t wait to shower at the hotel.

“In arrival pickup, I'm refusing to hold a sign like Trent wanted so just look for my car…black Mercedes.” Tyler texted. It made you laugh, he clearly was just being a nice brother doing Trent a favor. He downplayed his car exponentially, it was a massive Mercedes G-Wagon, not exactly subtle, it was matte black with completely tinted windows. You easily spotted it and rolled your suitcase down the pavement. Tyler got out of the car, calling your name lowly. You greeted him warmly with a sweet ‘hi’ and a big hug.

“You okay? Flight was fine?” He questioned genuinely, taking your suitcase and putting it in the boot of his car.

“Yeah, yeah all good. Airports are just so stressful so thank you for handling everything. Obviously wasn’t T.” You teased and Tyler shrugged knowing that was incredibly accurate.

You opened the car door to find a little box wrapped neatly with a bow on the front seat. You picked it up to try to hand it to Tyler like it was his.

“Obviously, it’s for you. He wasn’t going to let you arrive without getting you something… be real for a minute.”

You giggled knowing it was true. Gifts were one of Trent’s love languages for sure. You shuffled around in the seat a little awkwardly at first fumbling with the box before putting it in your bag.

“Everything good?” Tyler asked, noticing as he started to pull out of the lane.

“Sorry, just haven’t driven over here in a minute, was confused for a second.” You giggled more readjusting to the roads.

“I don’t have anything comforting to say, just the way it is, the way it should be.” He teased you.

“Sure.. whatever you say.” You poked back rolling your eyes. Being American made for easy jokes.

“I told him I got you, he won’t be on his phone today really so if you don’t hear from Trent before don’t take it personally.” Tyler spoke unprompted.

“Oh… yeah? Thanks. I didn’t want to bother him. Don’t really know anything about match day protocol I guess…. I usually am a few pints in by this point.” He laughed at your honesty.

“We'll get you a drink eventually. But after… usually best bet is to let him come to us depending on the result. I know he’s embarrassingly excited to see you though so I’ll get you to him.” He said openly not taking his eyes off the road.

You arrived at the hotel and Tyler offered to help you check in but you assured him you could manage, he already had done a lot and had to come back for you in a little so you felt a little guilty taking up more of his time. He left once you gestured to him through the window you had successfully got your room key.

You got to your room and immediately collapsed on the bed not long before springing back up and practically ripping off your clothes thinking about getting airplane germs on the fresh bed. You swiftly made it to the shower immediately.

You wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel sat on the edge of the bed, trying to remember what you had planned to wear to the match tonight. You looked at your open suitcase, beauty products now covering the counter tops, the sweatshirt you wore on the plane spilling out of your Goyard when you spotted the little box Trent had left for you peaking out.

“Oh shit” you exclaimed out loud in the empty room recalling you hadn’t opened it yet. You pulled at the ribbon, unraveling the knot opening the lid to reveal a small velvet jewelry box. You popped it open to see a gold band, it was a classic ring but it had a raised block font with the letters ‘TAA’ pressed onto it. You liked how personal it was, you liked that he wanted you to wear his initials. There was a little card with his scribbled handwriting, nothing too grandiose, just simple.

‘Your TAA xx’

You slid the ring on and you felt like your heart could burst. Getting a ring from Trent caused your mind to fantasize at what other sort of ring he could eventually buy you. Calling himself yours made you smile uncontrollably too. You threw on a tank top and shorts to lay in bed for a moment telling people back home you arrived safely in England when your screen flashed with an incoming FaceTime.

“Guess where I ammmmm” you answered while sitting up a little in the bed. Your arm wrapped tightly around your chest in excitement seeing the gorgeous boys face grace the screen. Overjoyed considering Tyler’s warning you may not hear from him.

“Baby, I cannot believe you are so close right now.” Trent said beaming.

“Weird right?!” You giggled.

“You promise you’re actually coming tonight, you and Ty aren’t just messing with me?” He sounded more serious than he needed to be. You flipped your camera to face away from you showing him your dainty hand now fitted with the ring with his initials, the Liverpool waterfront visible from the window behind your fingers. Confirmation you were definitely here before turning the camera back to you.

“Promise, pretty boy!” You cooed “Cannot wait to see you tonight.”

“You cannot wait to kiss me.” He corrected you, his eyes dropping a little lower to your chest now.

“Mmm” You hummed to get his attention knowing that your tits were on display. “Don’t you have to focus, dial in?”

“I’m focused… trust me.” Trent said lustfully before snapping out of his gaze.

“I do actually have to run but just needed to make sure you got here safely.” He rambled.

“All safe” you smiled.

“If there’s a lot of stoppage time tonight, I’m going to be pissed. Need to see my baby.” He groaned

“See you tonighttt, my T” you practically sang your smile getting bigger at the thought before hanging up. You pulled yourself out of bed knowing that Tyler and Marcel would be coming to pick you up sooner than later and you had to get ready.

You went for light makeup, your hair in a middle part and down, natural. You slipped on some promiscuous lingerie inspecting how you looked in the mirror. Once you confirmed this looked like the right set for your first night back together you put on Trent’s jersey. The warm feeling returned in your chest. You were a fan before you’d ever met him but knowing this was his, from him, it just felt different and you couldn’t suppress the butterflies filling your stomach. You pulled it tucking it up into the band of your bra, a hack you did to crop the shirt showcasing your stomach.

You chose a pair of fitted leather pants, you knew your ass looked good in them. After a long internal debate you landed on a Barbour jacket, it seemed the most weather appropriate. Frankly, your shoe choice was impractical, committing your look so you went with a pair of tan suede pointed toed heeled boots. And of course, it would only be right to bring the Chanel bag Trent had got for you. You weren’t monogamous to silver or gold so you wore both metals dripping in a ton of jewelry. Grabbing your phone from the charger you double checked you had everything and stood in the mirror analyzing every aspect of your outfit but was interrupted by the unknown UK number calling your phone. You usually wouldn’t but you answered assuming, not surprised to hear a familiar scouse accent giving you shit for running behind.

“I’m sorry!! I’m coming right now” you sincerely apologized to Marcel on the other end of the phone rushing. You walked through the lobby adjusting your outfit when the lady who checked you in earlier friendly questioned you.

“Headed out to the game tonight hun?” She asked spotting you adjust the team jersey.

“Yep!” You said sweetly with a smile but trying to hurry along as to not hold up the boys any longer.

“They are a handsome lot, maybe you’ll find yourself a player to bring back.” She said quite cheekily but it was meant with good lighthearted intentions.

“Maybe…” you said smugly, slyly, little did she know your reality.

You jumped into the familiar big Mercedes back seat you were in mere hours ago.

“You’re aware it’s a footie match?” Marcel made fun of your over the top outfit. It really wasn’t, frankly, they just were in far more casual clothes.

“Yes, I do and your opinion is not important to me. I like my outfit. Thank you very much!” You quipped teasing back.

You were thankful you’d been to Anfield before because it was actually quite overwhelming arriving. You had entered in sectioned off areas but even so the two brothers weren’t exactly walking around going unnoticed at the stadium. You could feel people staring. It was loud, bustling, and being thrust into the close circle of families and friends of players had you feeling out of place. You had made your way into a box nestled high in the stadium. It actually vibrated from the fan curated atmosphere. Opposite of you, the boys were so relaxed, they looked to be completely at home, before offering you a pint as promised. Haphazardly they showed you around the suite, the seats, where things were gradually. The noise outside only grew when the team made their way onto the pitch to warm up.

Even though he was younger than you Marcel felt like he needed to keep an eye on you. He could sense your nerves so he put his hand on your shoulder gently and guided you out of the box into the open air seats overlooking the field.

“He’s number 66.” He said facetiously pointing obviously down at Trent. Your heart nearly stopped seeing him. He was actually focused on football now opposed to your tits on FaceTime earlier, striking the ball with ease, laughing a little.

He looked so beautiful. Under the floodlights, his skin was just glowing. He had aura… god, he just radiated a coolness. He was so subtly confident, so sexy. Your finger stroked over the raised letters of your new ring settling your rapid breath. You couldn’t peel your eyes away, it had been so long since you’ve seen him in the flesh and there he was but he was still so so far away.

In a moment, the crazed environment completely faded away when Trent lifted his head, inspecting the stands, combing through faces in the box till he landed on yours. That smile. Oh my god, that smile on his face had you completely falling apart inside. He sent a quick wink your way, still attempting to keep his concentration on the game. Although small, his acknowledgement calmed you feeling more comfortable, finally taking off your jacket, admittedly slightly shyly considering you were sitting with boys who shared the last name on your back.

“Uhhohh we got a fan” Tyler jeered.

“Ugh T, you’re so sexy. Please let me be a WAG” Marcel moaned in a terrible, but equally funny, American accent impersonating you.

“I hate you both” you said with no real conviction, your eyes refusing to break from watching Trent stretch, it was hot.. you couldn’t deny it.

You had relaxed, meeting a few people, drinking and laughing with his brothers, you were having fun. The starting eleven took their positions before kick off. Trent had made his way to the back right of the pitch that was closer to where you all were sat. There was a pause, a hum of anticipation for the match to begin but in the lull Trent turned to look for you once more. He found you much faster this time, pressing his hand to his lips, blowing you a kiss pointing up to you directly. You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried. It was bold, it was public, it was just for you. You were lost in the moment, looking longingly into the big brown eyes that felt miles away. You pushed your lips, pressing a kiss into the crisp air towards him. He smiled before putting his head back down to regain focus.

His brothers looked completely shocked at the interaction. Marcel’s hand gripped Tyler’s leg. They knew you two were into each other, it seemed to be serious, but never… never had they seen Trent break professionalism and do something so affectionate, not only in public, but on a massive stage. This game was at a fully packed stadium, broadcasted, spectated internationally and he without a single second of doubt was blowing a kiss to you.

The ref blew the whistle signaling the start of the match but also the start of something much more.

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Hand, Hearth, and Home

Chapter 74 - Broken Mirrors

Chapter Summary: Church approaches Shadowheart and discusses her dark aspirations before she faces the Self-Same Trial. However, this particular trial does not play out like they expect.

Pairing(s): Astarion x Male Tav Rating: Explicit Length: 379K+ words; Chapters 74/?? (Master Post)

Excerpt below:

Somewhere behind the next set of doors resides the last umbral gem. Those doors remain stubbornly shut, however, awaiting a prospective Dark Justiciar’s blood sacrifice. 

While the rest of her companions remain towards the back of the room, Shadowheart examines the altar containing the sacrificial bowl.

“The Self-Same Trial,” she reads reverently, drawing her knife.

“So! How exactly do these trials work?” Astarion asks lightly.

“Chk, as you can see, the Sharran makes a blood sacrifice. She then goes on to do the trial by herself,” Lae’zel explains dubiously.

“And we… what, watch?” 

“Yes,” Lae’zel sniffs.

“Sounds boring,” Karlach chuckles.

“On the contrary,” Wyll grouses. “I think I may have lost several years of my life watching her complete them.”

“Do all of us need to be here, then?” Astarion whines. “Can’t we go… find a gem somewhere else?”

“I won’t stop you,” Shadowheart shoots over her shoulder.

“There we go! The lady grants us her permission,” Astarion says blithely.

“I’ll keep an eye on Fangs,” Karlach chuckles.

“I think I should… get some air as well,” Halsin mutters.

“Astarion,” Church groans, following after all of them. “Come on, don’t go where I can’t see you.”

“There’s an easy solution to that, my love. You can just follow close behind me and…”

Astarion trails off, frowning at his hand upon the door.

“What’s wrong?” Church asks, approaching him.

“This door is stuck,” Astarion grumbles, throwing his shoulder against it and wincing. “Augh! Damn it…!”

“Aw, someone hasn’t been doing his push-ups. I’ve got you, Fangs,” Karlach winks, shooing the men aside to push the door open.

It doesn’t budge.

“Alright,” Karlach sighs, raising her flaming greataxe. “Stand back, please!”

But as her greataxe comes cleaving down at the door, the blade simply glances off of it, erupting with sparks and illuminating a thin veil of shadow over the wood.

“What… in the hells?” she growls, raising her greataxe again.

“Don’t waste your effort,” Gale intervenes. “That’s a magical seal.” He frowns. “And… not one I can break, I’m afraid.”

“Why the hells not?” Astarion sputters.

“It’s the Shadow Weave!” Gale snaps. “Not the Mystral Weave. You feel it too, don’t you? It’s… wrong.”

Astarion humors him, and yes, it feels far different than the ancestral magic that has been pricking at his skin ever since he returned from the Shadowfell. When he reaches his consciousness out to brush against the shadow magic, it’s cold and numbing to the touch. Empty.

Empty, empty, empty…

“Well Shadowheart, I suppose you have a captive audience,” Astarion heaves a sigh, turning around. “Er… Shadowheart?”

When Karlach, Church, and Gale follow suit, they find no one else in the chamber with them.

“They can’t have snuck on in without us,” Karlach grumbles, marching towards the sacrificial altar.

“Karlach — wait!” Church calls out too late.

As soon as Karlach passes the bowl, she disperses into a puff of shadow.

“...oh dear,” Gale utters.

The air sighs, chilling all around them.

“No,” Church whispers. “No no nonono…”

“Come closer,” a voice calls.

“We need to get out,” Church chokes, and gods, he is trembling. 

“But the others—!” Gale begins.

Church makes a strangled, indecisive sound as he fills his hands with flames, preparing to burn away the encroaching shadow. 

“Darling, get a grip on — shit!” Astarion yelps as Gale poofs away without warning.

“Love?” Church latches onto him, his eyes wide in terror. 

Astarion clings back to him. “You’d better not let go!” he hisses. 

“I… I don’t want to, but…” Church grunts in frustration as the flames peter out from his hands. “Shit! No… no…”

“Darling?”

“Astarion,” Church mutters. “My eyes… what color are my eyes?”

As all light fades from the room, Astarion looks for those twin yellow lights. 

He doesn’t find them, and Church must see that in his expression as his eyes begin to smoke. 

“Fuck. This isn’t fair,” Church babbles. “I wanted more time with you. I just wanted to see? I told you I’d be back, you rat—!”

Astarion doesn’t have time to scream before Church disappears into the darkness. He grabs for the smoke, letting out a strangled sound as it slips through his fingers.

“What the hells?” he yells. “Fine! Look, if this is how you want to play, Lady of Darkness… then let’s play.”

He draws his blades, eyes scanning the darkness as he stalks into it.

To his surprise, however, the fog clears as soon as he steps past the sacrificial bowl. He’s no longer in that small chamber; instead, he finds himself in a vast hall of crumbling Sharran grandeur. Cracked staircases ascend up to a platform, and suspiciously, a brazier is already burning towards the center of the room.

Astarion keeps his steps soft and breath slow as he creeps along the shadows.

It can’t possibly be empty. He can’t possibly have been the only one left behind…

Oh, yes — there it is. A quiet sound pricks his ears — something is skulking in the dark, snarling softly.

Alright, you miserable fuck, Astarion thinks to himself, readying his blades as his eyes dart around the room. Come out and play, why don’t you?

The growling gets closer, the creature’s feet shuffling in the echoing chamber. Humanoid, Astarion surmises, and just one. He can take care of this, surely…

…but a flicker of doubt enters his mind.

“Church?” he calls tentatively. “Is… that you?”

He realizes too late that he has fallen into its trap. The figure shuffles faster, its breath coming out in short pants as its form emerges from the shadows — vague even with Astarion’s darkvision.

“Ah, hello darling,” Astarion says warily, blades still at the ready. “Surely this isn’t necessary—?”

But he trails off as it becomes very obvious that the figure isn’t, in fact, Church.

It’s emaciated and filthy with its bloody, fanged mouth foaming. If it weren’t for Church’s sketches and their moment of sharing their vision back during a more pleasant evening, Astarion wouldn’t recognize the creature at all.

Dirty, scraggly silver strands hang over a ghoulish face, framing the glinting red eyes below. 

Two puncture wounds stretch — dark and inflamed — upon a straining neck.

“Oh shit,” Astarion breathes —

— and the feral vampire spawn launches himself at his throat.

Enraged.

Unfeeling.

…and hungry.

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Oh, I’ve Really Done It Now

A Count The Days story. Comes after Glass In A Rainbow. Haskell is brought back to the Southglade Major Trauma Center after a major car accident puts an abrupt stop to his time on the run. Contains mentions of suicidal ideation, medical whump, references to a car accident. 

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I come back around with a headache so bad I think that maybe I’ve cracked my skull open on the tarmac. There’s a vague memory of the way they picked me up, the tense ambulance ride- and Angelo, holding my hand. There’s nobody holding my hand now. I don’t know where I am.

“Oh, God, Oh, God, oh, oh,” I mumble, and then I scream, sobbing, crying for someone to hold me because I don’t know where I am and I can’t feel my legs. Everything fucking hurts and yet, I can’t feel my legs. Fuck where I am. I can’t feel my legs. The thought that I’ve broken my fucking neck flickers across my mind. 

I try to sit up and fail to even lift my head. "I can't feel my legs," I howl, afraid that my instincts are correct, a sickening feeling forming in the pit of my stomach. "Am I dead?" I sob, in a voice that barely sounds like my own. “Tell me I’m dead. I’m dead. Tell me I’m-”

“Haveter, you’re not dead.” Nelson’s harsh accent cuts through the fog around me. Everything’s too fucking bright in the little white room and I can’t fucking move. He puts a hand on my shoulder as I try and fail miserably to sit up. "Don't try and move. Do you know where you are?"

I lift one hand. It’s wrapped up in a cast. I lift the other. Splinted, but they’ve cuffed me to the bed’s siding all the same. I groan. My head is pounding but all I can think about is what the Specials are going to do to me for this. They’re going to dissect me like warm fucking bread for this. A fugitive, a coward and a traitor to their ethos is not a good thing to be viewed as. 

I really thought I could make it to Dover. I’m not making it anywhere any time soon.

The thought dawns on me that Nelson is armed. In my desperation I can think of only one relatively painless way out of this. I’ll be damned but I don’t care. "Fucking kill me, Nelson," I breathe. “Please.” His tone of voice doesn’t change. "I'm sorry, Haskell," he says. "I really am. You’re in Resus at Southglade. You’ve been in an accident. Do you know what happened?" "Put your pistol in my mouth and pull the trigger," I say, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. "Kill me. I'm begging you to fucking kill me before the Specials get here. Fuck, please."

"You know I can't do that," he says. “Even if I would, the staff here wouldn’t let me.”

My heart seems to break in my chest. I’m fucking terrified and I don’t really know why. “Okay,” I whimper, my face crumpling. “I don’t want the Specials to hurt me, Scott, I don’t.” I sniff, letting the tears stream down my face. I dissolve into silent sobbing. Fucking pathetic. I was once a damn good soldier and now what? I’m a snivelling mess who can’t feel his own fucking legs. "It's not fair," I say weakly, and then drop my voice to a low whisper. “They’re here, aren’t they?”

He nods slowly, and tips his head towards just outside the cubicle. “Life isn't fair," he says. “I’m sorry, lad, but it’s the truth.”

In comes Isaac Noble in his teal scrubs. Part of me screams a sort of grief that if I die, it’ll be under the care of the man who my wife left me for, but the other breathes a sigh of relief. He is the best of the best. He’s fucking huge. I can only see him from where I’m lying flat on my back, immobilised, because he damn near grazes the ceiling. He throws the curtains shut behind him, so it’s just me, him and Nelson in the tiny cubicle and leans over to silence the monitors. I just stare at him with my one unfocused eye. It doesn’t look like it’s good news.

“I’m afraid something showed up on the head MRI. Haskell, we’re going to have to move quickly, alright?” He talks quietly but clearly. “You’re bleeding into your brain.”

Blood in my brain doesn’t really seem to make sense at that moment. Ironically, the headache stifles my ability to think. I furrow my brow. The glass in my face shifts and blood dribbles down my grazed-raw cheeks. “I’m… I’m what?” 

“You’re bleeding into your brain.” He pauses. “Slowly, but it is happening. We need to fix that before it becomes a problem. There’s only so much space in your skull. So we need to put a hole in your skull, find what’s bleeding and patch it up.” He stoops down to my level. “There’s risk in it, of course, but if we do nothing, you will die. So we’re going to do it. Alright?”

I know the answer already but I ask anyway. “Do I have a choice?” I say. I know the State has taken my right to object to this away from me. If they can, they’ll try to put me together again just to tear me apart. 

Isaac’s expression softens and he shakes his head. “I’m sorry.” 

I cry so hard that this time, I am actually sick. Someone wipes my mouth for me. That’s what sticks with me. I don’t really process anything else. This is not the way I want to die, I keep thinking as they start running the drugs to put me under. This is not the way I want to die. Oh, I’ve really done it now, I think. This is not the way I want to die. And then I’m gone.

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5: Stalked by Kizami [wrong end 2 ★4] (pt. 1)

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This is wrong end [2 ★4] from Chapter 5! Kizami is my all time favorite character from Corpse Party, so I had to let him show up and do his thing more than a few times. There’s a good handful of alts containing him, Ranboo, and several other friends coming up this month. This one was super fucking long, so enjoy the first half! The ending will come out next Friday. Enjoy!

Pairing: Ranboo, Wilbur, Kizami

Word Count: 2727

Chapter TWs: Character Death, Depictions of Death, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Disembowelment, Blood and Injury

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“Um… yeah, you know what dude? I think I’ll be cool on my own for now.” Ranboo mumbled uncomfortably, watching the way Kizami’s shoulders shook with his quiet laugh. “I, uhhhh, I can look for my friends myself.”

“What are you talking about? I’m the only one you need.” Kizami was no longer laughing, turning to look at him with an eerie smile as Ranboo took a tentative step back. “Besides, there’s no way out of here. Everyone is going to die. So we can just be best friends until our dying breaths, however soon that may be.”

“Yeah, uh… Peace, dude.” Ranboo was backing away as fast as he could, Kizami only watching him with empty eyes.

“Hey, I wouldn’t recommend going that way. Something dreadful just happened downstairs only a moment ago.” 

“...what?”

Kizami’s laugh was nothing short of unsettling, the sound freezing Ranboo on the spot as the two shared an intense amount of eye contact.

“Oh god, what did he do now? I need to get out of here, fast.” Ranboo snapped himself out of his daze, turning and running through the doorway that led to the steps down to the lower floor. Checking back over his shoulder to make sure Kizami wasn’t following, he cleared the two flights in record time, hurrying through the doorway at the bottom. He glanced around, smelling the sharp metallic scent of blood before he fully recognized the crumpled body on the floor. “Wait… Wilbur?” Wilbur—the guy from the other school stuck here and the one he was currently looking for—was surrounded by an ever-growing puddle of blood, presumably flowing from the stomach wound he was clutching with one hand while the other attempted to prop his body up even a little. “Are you alright?!”

“Ran… boo…?” Wilbur squinted a little as Ranboo ran up to him, crouching beside the older boy to try and get a better look at his wounds.

“Your stomach is bleeding really badly… I… need to find something to stop that.” Ranboo’s voice slowly trailed off, his thoughts spiraling rapidly as he was more talking aloud to himself than to his friend as he anxiously bit at the inside of his cheek. “C’mon, think! Think think think…”

“No, you…” Wilbur was excessively pale, his complexion only worsening as he seemed to notice something off in the distance behind a still rambling Ranboo. “You need to get— get… out of here… Now.” 

“What? No way, you’re losing a lot of blood really quickly! That’s… pretty bad!” Ranboo countered, checking in his pockets and huffing as his eyes started to scan the surrounding area for anything that would be even remotely useful.

“No, you… Go, now!” Despite how weak his voice sounded, the urgency that seeped into Wilbur’s tone was enough to break Ranboo from his train of thought and back to the boy in front of him. “Right now, hurry!” 

“If I don’t do something, you’re going to die!” Ranboo shook his head, not noticing the panicked look Wilbur kept throwing over Ranboo’s shoulder to something behind him he couldn’t sense. “It’s fine, I can just apply some pressure until I come up with something more long term. Yeah, that works. Just stay with me, okay?”

“No, please!” Tears were misting in Wilbur’s eyes as Ranboo knelt closer to him, the latter guiding his hands back to his stomach to put more pressure on the gaping wound. “You don’t… you need to go!” 

“Oh, Wilbur! Who on Earth could’ve done this to you?” Both boys froze in fear as the voice spoke up from directly behind Ranboo, the mock concern enough for the two to share a panicked look before Ranboo turned his head to glance over his shoulder.

“You—!” Kizami was standing unnecessarily close to him, and he cursed inwardly for not noticing him sooner as a hard kick collided with his side and sent him flying over Wilbur’s body nearly halfway across the room. He collided hard with the floor, his winded lungs unable to gasp for more breath as he watched Kizami loom over Wilbur—horrified.

“That’s for not listening to me, Ranboo.” 

“Kizami! You need to stop!” Wilbur’s voice was a little stronger, his recognition of Kizami catching Ranboo off guard. “Kizami!” Kizami ignored his name being called, starting to stroll past the body on the ground before Wilbur’s tone suddenly shifted. “…I’m sorry.”

Kizami stopped, looking down at Wilbur with an expression that screamed of disinterest and disgust. “Huh?”

“I should’ve done more to help you.” Wilbur admitted, Ranboo frantically looking between the two as Kizami let out a curt laugh and crouched down beside him.

“What are you going on about? Have you really deluded yourself into thinking you could’ve done something to change me?” Kizami cocked his head to one side, smirking. “Either way, you won’t be regretting that for long.” 

Kizami stood up, but before he could make a single step in Ranboo’s direction Wilbur reached out to grab onto one of his legs and send him crashing to the floor. Kizami caught himself on his hands at the last second, turning a hateful glare to Wilbur. “Hey! That hurt, you know?!”

“That was kind of the goal, asshole.” Wilbur grumbled, before wincing as he remembered all of his wounds and Kizami slowly got to his feet. Already aware of what was to come, Wilbur watched Kizami slowly approach him, flipping open a knife that he drew from one of his pockets. “He—Hey, what… are you going to do with that?”

“Exactly what you’re expecting me to do, what else?” Kizami was smiling as he knelt in the puddling blood beside Wilbur, the bloodstained knife glinting in the dim lights of the room. He grinned down at the blade, giving Wilbur a moment to throw a pleading glance at Ranboo that told him, “Go while you still can.”

“Am I really that much of a threat to you in this condition?!” 

Kizami paid this no mind, wrestling Wilbur’s hands away from his stomach and suddenly grinning much wider. “Now, what to do with you?”

“Kiza—!!” Wilbur’s attempt to reason with Kizami was caught off in a gut wrenching scream, Ranboo covering his mouth in horror as Kizami’s knife easily slid into Wilbur’s already gaping wound. Kizami slowly and deliberately dragged the knife across the front of his stomach, more blood leaking out as the flesh on either side of the line slowly peeled away from the other. Digging the knife deeper and eliciting another scream, Kizami laughed as some blood splattered out onto his face and neck. Ranboo could only watch as his body felt rooted to the spot, Kizami discarding his knife and rolling up the sleeves of his button up before placing his hands on Wilbur’s stomach. 

“Now tell me, how does that feel?”

Wilbur coughed up blood, managing to shake off enough of the pain to deadpan, “Like you cut my stomach with a knife.” 

Kizami smiled wide, pressing a bloody hand to his chest as he heaved a hardy laugh. “You never cease to impress me, Wilbur. It’s truly a shame you’re already bleeding so heavily, and I have another friend to attend to.”

As both of Kizami’s hands pried Wilbur’s stomach open, Ranboo felt vomit rising in his throat when Kizami suddenly plunged one of his hands all the way into the wound. Wilbur already looked half-conscious, his face pale and blank as he must not even be registering such intense pain as Kizami appeared to be rummaging around for something. After a moment that surely felt much longer than it was Kizami slowly withdrew his hand, which was now a fist closed around what Ranboo would guess to be Wilbur’s intestines—spraying blood in a wide arc in the process. Tugging more length out of Wilbur’s stomach, Kizami giggled to himself as Wilbur finally seemed to register what was happening with wide eyes and another gargle of blood in his throat.

“Whoops, I think this is supposed to stay inside. I don’t know how to put it back, though… So I guess I just have to find a new place for it!”

Wilbur weakly grabbed at Kizami’s bloodsoaked hands—still clutching his intestines—even as Kizami easily batted the advances away, forcing Wilbur to lie down on his back as he tugged hard on them again, earning a new wave of blood. Stretching it a little in his hands, Kizami looked thoughtful for a moment before straddling Wilbur’s body and starting to wrap the intestines around his throat.

“I’ve always wanted to try this, you know. I’m so lucky you’re still conscious.”

Kizami pulled it taunt, Wilbur choking on another mouthful of blood as he tried to reach for his throat, his hands instinctively recoiling from the slimy texture slowly constricting his airway.

“I’ll remember this for a long time, my friend. Thank you for the pleasure.”

It only took a few moments for Wilbur’s eyes to slide shut, his body falling limp to the floor as Kizami started wiping his hands off on his pants after letting go. He rubbed his hands together, only serving to smear what blood was left on them, before leaning down as he noticed something on the floor beside the body.

“What’s this? A key? ‘Science lab’. Huh. Guess you won’t be needing this anymore, will you?” Kizami chuckled to himself, slowly raising back to his feet and throwing a glance back over his shoulder at where Ranboo was still lying on the floor. “Isn’t it awful the way spirits kill people? You wouldn’t want that to happen to you, right?” Kizami took Ranboo’s lack of answer as an invitation to continue speaking, his eyes never leaving him as Wilbur’s blood slowly ran down his cheeks. “Everything is fine now. I’ll protect you. You don’t have to worry, I won’t let the spirits get to you. I’ll protect you from such a horrible fate.” A sickening grin spread across Kizami’s blood stained face, him slowly turning to face Ranboo—who finally felt as if he could move his legs again. “I’ll just put an end to you myself! Isn’t that a mercy?”

“Oh man, no fucking way!” Ranboo scrambled to his feet faster than he expected, the terror of what Kizami would do to him if he caught him enough to cause his legs to shake a little and him to stumble as he ran for the doorway just behind him.

“Hey! No fair! No running the halls~!” Kizami called, laughing, as Ranboo ran into the next room. Heavy footfalls followed him, urging him to run faster. “Wait for me!”

Instantly running for the front door to the building he entered through, Ranboo tried to open the doors only for the handle to not budge and for the whole frame to rattle with effort.

Locked. Great.

Long strides then cleared the rest of the room with ease, a glance over his shoulder to see Kizami’s wide grin in the doorway behind him urging him to easily clear a jump over a fallen bookcase and leave through the opposite doorway. “No no no no no, no way this is happening. Absolutely not.” Already panting for breath, and stumbling through the next room, Ranboo frantically looked around for any way out. “This is actually the worst. Like actually actually.”

The decrepit rooms and hallways blurred together as blood pounded in his ears and his footsteps thudded on the creaky wooden floorboards. 

I really gotta memorize the layout of this place…

His gaze whipped around furiously to find which way to go, locking in on a flight of stairs just as Kizami’s voice calls out from behind him, “Be a good boy and come with me!” 

“Great! That feels great! It’s not weird at all, no way!” Ranboo mumbled to himself through panted breaths, barreling through the door to the stairs and running up them three at a time. “Not weird and creepy and gross and a lot of other adjectives I don’t have the brain for while running like this.”

Taking a second to collect even a little of the air he’d lost on the top landing, Ranboo waited until he heard the door at the bottom of the stairs creak open to dash out onto the next floor—now knowing exactly how far behind him Kizami was. He quickly found an empty classroom, hurrying inside and hiding himself in a crevice between two bookcases barely large enough for him to squeeze into. Holding his breath was painful as his lungs still screamed for air, but he did his best as Kizami slowly lumbered down the hall outside.

“I’m going to kill you! I’m going to kill you, Ranboo, you hear?!” Kizami’s voice boomed through the walls, a chill creeping up Ranboo’s back as he froze in place nervously.

“Yes, unfortunately I do.” Ranboo mumbled, steadying himself briefly against the wall behind him, trying to quietly catch his breath even a little bit. “Really starting to wish I couldn’t.”

Kizami’s steps slowly quieted as he walked further away, Ranboo straining to hear the second he was far enough away that he felt comfortable enough to duck out of the classroom and bolt for the staircase again.

Not caring about noise and instead looking to put more distance between them, he jumped down as many stairs as he could at a time, clearing the two flights in record time and emerging back into the first floor hallway.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Kizami called, his voice echoing in the stairwell as the door swing shut behind him.

“Not your best line, dude.” Ranboo called back, before running as fast as he could back towards the front door, adding on to himself, “I’m not even hiding right now.”

He no longer heard Kizami’s footsteps behind him as he ran back to the front room, once again trying desperately to get the door open. After several attempts that worked less than stellarly, he finally gave up and decided to search around to see if he could find a key to unlock it.

Using the shoe shelves as cover, he hunted around as quickly as could while keeping an ear out to make sure Kizami hadn’t managed to catch up to him. Sneaking back out into the nearby hallway, he looked both ways before quickly jogging out to check the nearby classrooms.

Suddenly, Ranboo felt two arms wrap around him from behind, stopping him in his tracks as a familiar voice leaned down to whisper, “Gotcha.”

“AHH! Oh my god, where did you even come from?!” He couldn’t stop the scream he let out, his instincts taking over as he tried to thrash around and pull away from Kizami. “Let— Let go!!”

This crazy guy really means to kill me, huh?

“Live rabbits are so incredibly noisy.” Kizami commented, disgusted, before letting go of Ranboo just long enough to pull his knife back out, swinging the blunt end of the handle excessively hard at the side of Ranboo’s head. The impact had him seeing stars, the world around him momentarily falling out of focus as he lost his balance. “There, isn’t that better?”

Even slightly disoriented from the hit, Ranboo managed to stumble away from Kizami and use a nearby wall to start to collect himself. Breathing deeply, he tried to continue down the hall to put any amount of distance between the two even as he could only manage a slow stagger. He only made it a few steps before his head started throbbing, reaching up to feel the warmth of blood spreading across his fingers. The momentary shock was enough for Kizami to catch up, landing another blow to the same spot and causing him to nearly black out. He felt himself get caught just before he hit the floor, his arm being thrown across a pair of shoulders as he started to be dragged down the hallway, half-stumbling along with Kizami no matter how hard he tried to pull away.

“Come on, don’t be so afraid! I’m here to help you.” Ranboo could hear the smirk in Kizami’s voice without having to see it, a sudden burst of nausea in his stomach causing him to allow Kizami to support his weight as he was aware he couldn’t actually get away from him. “Lean on me, I’ll get you somewhere safe.”

[sugarjaee]

kissing na jaemin

↳ paring ⇹ nct - na jaemin x reader (with a little lee jeno)

↳ genre ⇹ fluff | angst | friends to lovers!au

↳ word count ⇹ 5.2k

↳ contains ⇹ sexual tension, mutual pining, near kisses, and drunken (almost) confessions

↳ summary ⇹ the only thing on your mind was kissing your best friend.

“Now, what are you up to?” A voice said from over your shoulder. You quickly slammed your laptop shut, hoping he hadn’t seen what you were writing.

“It’s not done yet!” You called, mortified with the idea of him seeing what you were doing.

Jaemin laughed, “Okay, I have amnesia.” He moved around you, taking a seat in front of you on the Uni lawn.

You leaned over and pushed his shoulder. “You’re such a liar.”

He flashed an expression of hurt. “Nooooo, I only speak the truth.”

You rolled your eyes, finding him unbelievably endearing even when he annoyed you. “Where are the rest of the boys?”

Jaemin looked at his phone, checking the time. “Well Jeno, Mark, and Haechan aren’t done class yet. I don’t know about Renjun and YangYang. I think they’re  in the library working on a project.”

“Boring,” you sighed, shoving your laptop into your bag. You knew better than to believe you could get work done with Jaemin around.

“You’re stuck with me.” He leaned in, smiling at you.

“How unlucky, I am.” You laughed, avoiding his eyes.

The thing about you and Jaemin was that you had been in love with him since you were kids. The kind where everyone looked at you in the ‘awe so cute little kids dating way’. He was even your first kiss. Underneath the shadows of the giant oak tree near your house, he gave you a tiny peck while the rest of the boys giggled and laughed. It was the type of kiss that was so innocent and simple. You never thought you’d want to kiss him so badly again.

As you got older, you had grown into the role of friends. In high school you both dated other people and it was never weird. You were just friends. Just…friends…

Jaemin had laid down on the blanket you had laid out. He was staring up at the sky, his light brown hair falling over his face. You followed his suit and laid next to him. Making sure to keep a few inches between you or else you’d go mad. “Are you ready for tonight?” He asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course, I am.” You had been preparing for Jeno’s birthday for the past week. You had spent all night baking the perfect cake for him. It was your best yet. At least, that was what Jiwoo told you.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting absolutely hammered.”

“Same here.”

Jaemin suddenly burst into laughter. “Well, that’s easy for you to say. It only takes two drinks.”

Your cheeks turned red with heat. You were glad he wasn’t paying attention. “That’s not true!”

“Is so! Last time you had two and puked in the bush.”

You shot up, hovering over him, your faces so close. “That’s not fair. It was one time!”

Jaemin sat up, not breaking your eye-contact. “Yes, one hilarious time, you are never going to live down. I just remember Jiwoo rubbing your back, trying not to laugh while you threw your guts up.”

You crossed your arms, knowing you weren’t going to win this. “You’ll see, I can handle more. I’ll be the life of the party.”

Jaemin laid back down. “Just don’t overshadow me, okay?”

“Deal.”  

By the time the others found you, on the lawn, you and Jaemin were laughing uncontrollably over something stupid.

“What’s going on here?” Jeno asked.

“Oh, we’re just thinking of ways to embarrass you at the party,” Jaemin answered.

Jeno rubbed his face with the base of his palm. “Oh god, please don’t. I’d kill you both.”

Jaemin gently touched his hands to his face. “No, please. I’m too handsome to die.”

“I second that,” you added.

Jeno sat down, next to you, touching your cheek. “Okay, I’ll let you live.”

“Hey!” Jaemin called. “What about me?”

Jeno tilted his head to the side. “Nah, you’re a goner.”

“Fuck me.”

“Awe, it’s okay we’ll throw a party in your honour. Don’t worry,” you said, trying not to laugh at Jaemin’s frown. It was the sort of frown a child put on to get their way. Jaemin was very good at it. You always wanted to squish his cheeks when he did it. Though, in the few times you tried, he’d always slap your hand away.

“I hate you both.”

“You love us!” You and Jeno said in unison.

Jaemin grunted in response, crossing his arms in a pout. “Wait, so does this mean I'm stuck with you two until the party? While you bully me.”

Both you and Jeno looked at eachother with an evil grin, knowing you 're going to torment Jaemin for the next six hours.

☁☁☁

As the rest of the group got Jeno’s party ready, your trio killed time by wandering around campus, getting some burnt coffee from the only cafe. When you first started at NCIT, you couldn’t stand the coffee, but as time went on you found its horrible taste endearing. Maybe it was because it was your only option.

You held Jeno’s hand the entire time, leading him along as you wasted time. “So, how are you enjoying your birthday?” You asked Jeno, squeezing his hand lightly.

He shrugged, “I dunno. Same as any birthday.”

“So far, you should see what we got plan–”

“Don’t spoil anything,” Jaemin cut you off.

You huffed. “Well, he knows there’s a party. We can’t ever surprise him.”

As you and Jaemin argued about the specifics of what is a spoiler and what isn’t; Jeno just laughed. His grip on your hand never faltering.

At some point you checked your phone to see about a million calls from Jiwoo, along with many texts asking where you were. Your eyes shifted to the time, realizing the party started in two hours and you were not ready. “Shit! We gotta get ready.”

“Wait, what?” Jaemin stuttered.

“It’s nearly seven,” you answered.

Jaemin looked around, trying to quickly plan. “Okay okay. I’ll take Jeno. You go get the cake.” He pulled at Jeno, who had been silent, not entirely knowing what was going on. Jeno let go of your hand and you felt a small ache with the warmth gone. But you had things to do.

You nearly ran back to your dorm. As you threw open the door, Jiwoo was standing by the mirror in a simple black crop top and jeans. Even in the most simple of clothes she looked like a model.

Jiwoo was the type of girl you always wanted to hate, she was so beautiful. As kids you felt intimidated by her, but in ninth grade when you got paired up for a project. You found out she was the nicest person you’d ever met. You couldn’t possibly hate her. Instead you fell in love with her and now she’s your best friend.

“I’ve been wondering where you were.” She came over to you, patting down your hair. “Where have you been?”

“Uh– I was with Jaemin and Jeno. We were killing time before the party.”

“Maybe too much time,” Jiwoo sighed. “Come here, I picked out an outfit for you.” She gestured to the bed, where she had clothes laid out. A short black skirt with a corset top to match.

“Thank you,” you said, while getting into the clothes.

Once you were dressed, Jiwoo looked you over. “You look really pretty.” She scanned the room, looking for something. “Oh! Here, wear these with it.” She handed you a knee high pair of black combat boots.

“You sure? These are your favourite.”

She nodded, kissing you on the cheek. “Yes, you’ll look great.” She turned around, checking her makeup. “Maybe Jaemin will finally make a move,” she said without looking at you with the most evil of grins.

“Wait… WHAT?” It only took a second for your face to burn with embarrassment. You could only imagine how red you looked. You refused to look in the mirror and see, it would only make you more red.

Jiwoo only laughed, finally turning to see you. She placed her hand on your shoulder. “I’m only kidding… not really.”

You fell onto your bed, too confused to continue the conversation. “Now, you’ve made me nervous.” You hid your face with your hands. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. You didn’t like Jaemin that way… right? Yes, you didn’t like him more than a friend.

Jiwoo laid down beside you. “Don’t be. It’s not like you haven't been friends since kindergarten.” Her voice was soft and calm. You were always amazed by how easily just her voice could cool you down. “We’re gonna have fun. Promise.”

“Promise.”

☁☁☁

The entire crowd was singing in unison, celebrating a boy newly turned twenty-two. You smiled, singing along, unable to not laugh. You held onto Jaemin’s arm, trying to balance yourself after a few too many drinks.

Jeno was singing along to his own ‘happy birthday’ chant, giggling with Mark and Haechan. When the song was done, Jeno blew out the candles pushed into the cake you made him. You had slaved away on it for the entire day before. It needed to be perfect for him.

You stayed close to Jaemin, gripping onto his arm, he didn’t seem to mind. You felt his eyes on you every so often, he was checking to make sure you were still standing. “How are you doing there?” He asked.

You flashed him a giddy smile, formulating words was somewhat difficult in your near-drunken state. “So happy,” you said, your knees going weak from looking into his dark eyes. Why did he have to be so fucking perfect? It wasn’t fair.

How were you supposed to resist all the urges to just kiss him when he looked like that?! He was making it very hard. “So… perfect…” you muttered, without realizing you were speaking aloud.

“Oh?” Jaemin laughed. He was used to you always being the drunkest at parties. Jaemin was right, you were a lightweight. Though, you’d never admit he was right. “I think you should sit down. You’re mumbling.”

Your face got hot, having not realized your day dreaming turned into speaking. You didn’t want to leave before Jeno tried his cake. You wrapped both hands around Jaemin’s arm as if to plead. “No no no, please. I need to know if Jeno likes my cake,” you said, desperately trying to change the conversation.

“He’s had many of your cakes, I’m sure he’ll love it. As always.” Jaemin tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You need to sit down. Please, for me.” His eyes were so soft, your gaze melted into them. This was going to be very hard.

You frowned, feeling unsatisfied with his answer. “But– but this one is special.” You felt dizzy, the standing was not helping your situation. “Please, I wanna stay with you.”

“They’re all special, it’s okay. Why don’t you sit down and feel better for later? I’ll still be here, you can come find me when you can properly stand.” Jaemin looked around the room for an open seat. “See? Jiwoo and YangYang are over there. You can go sit with them.”

You swung your head around to see the two people sitting on the sofa with an open spot between them. Without even thinking you ran to them. “My best friends!” You said, plopping down on the sofa.

Jaemin quickly followed, wanting to make sure you got there without falling. He flashed the others a look, as if to babysit you. Jiwoo only nodded in response. She was used to the babysitter job. She never minded, she always laughed at your drunken jokes.

You wrapped your arms around their necks, pulling them into an awkward side hug of sorts. “I love you guys! I really do.”

YangYang tried to pull himself away from your grasp. “We know. I love you too. But you’re all sloppy.”

Jiwoo stayed in your arms, resting her head on your shoulder. “Yes, I love you very much.”

You gave up on hugging YangYang and wrapped both arms around Jiwoo. You would never tell the others but she was always your favourite. Maybe it was before she was the only one that would hug you when you were drunk.

After the hug went on a little too long, Jiwoo unwrapped herself from your arms, shifting back into her spot.

Soon enough, Renjun came around with three plates of cake for each of you. “How is it that she’s always tipsy before anyone else?” He asked the others.

YangYang shrugged his shoulders, while Jiwoo answered: “Very little self-control.”

You shot up in offence. “I have self-control! Lots of it!”

Everyone laughed. “Hardly.” They were probably right.

You ate your piece of cake, extremely pleased with how good it tasted. “See, I told you it was your best.” Jiwoo nudged your shoulder. It seemed everyone else was too as the room went nearly silent as everyone ate.

As you began to feel more sober, you scanned the room for Jeno. You hadn’t gotten a moment to talk to him and wish him happy birthday yourself. Unable to see him from the sofa, you stood up, much to YangYang’s discretion.

“You really should stay put.”

“I’m feeling much better, I just have to find Jeno.” Your words were clear, opposed to the mumbles you had before.

“She’ll be fine, just let her do her thing,” Jiwoo said, her eyes locked on YangYang. She had been planning something mischievous but you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly. You weren’t going to bother figuring it out either.

“Okay, if you say so.” He smiled.

You moved through the crowds, hunting down Jeno. He wasn’t in the living room, so you went to the kitchen. He wasn’t hard to miss, his black hair shining blue under the fluorescent lights.

“Jeno Jeno Jeno,” you called.

He immediately turned to see you, his face lit up in a wide smile. Jeno ran to you, sweeping you up in a hug and spinning you around. “There you are!” He set you down, while not letting go of your hands. “Where have you been? I wanted to thank you for the cake.”

“She’s been drinking too much for her own good,” Jaemin said before you could answer. “Be careful she might puke on you.”

“Will not!” Your cheeks turned red with being exposed for being lightweight once again. As if Jeno didn’t already know after many nights tucking you in and rubbing your belly to feel better. You looked at Jeno with beady eyes. “Promise, I won’t, Jaemin will be my target.”

“Better not be,” Jaemin called.

“Ah, that’s okay. As long as you're having fun.” Jeno’s smile was so perfect, you could stare at him forever as long as he was smiling. Admiration filled your chest. “Why don’t you come hang out with us? I’m sure Jiwoo and YangYang aren’t offering too much conversation.”

You nodded, letting him lead you to the table where the rest of the group was sitting. Jiwoo and YangYang were a part of the group in the closest way, but they often preferred their own company to being in the larger group. You constantly pestered her about if they were dating, but she always denied it by responding ‘well, are you and Jaemin dating?’ To which your answer would be ‘no’ and the conversation was over.

Jaemin was a touchy subject between you.

You sat in the empty chair, next to Jeno. Jaemin was on your left, with Renjun, Mark, and Haechan sat across from you. They seemed to be in the middle of a card game, which you had interrupted but no one seemed to care. You watched as they played, secretly rooting for Jeno.

The game was hard to follow, they always played these super complicated games you could never get into. Most of the time you would try to play, while pestering Renjun about the rules to which he would calmly explain. Only for you to forget a minute later. After the hundredth time of explaining the boys gave up and you took on the role of spectator. You never minded.

“Who’s in the lead?” You whispered to Jeno, trying to get a hold on what was going on.

“I am, but Jaemin’s definitely hiding something. His poker face is very strong.”

You giggled, turning to Jaemin. “Are you planning something devious?” You whispered to him now.

“Oh, yeah. Jeno is going down.” One thing about being a spectator that you enjoyed so much was knowing everything everyone was up to.

Throughout the game, people came up to Jeno to wish him a happy birthday. He always thanked them with his perfect smile. Your heart melted each time, even if his smile wasn’t for you.

Once the game was over, Haechan jumped up, “Who’s ready for more drinks?”

The rest of the boys got up, following him to the counter, where an absurd amount of alcohol was set out. You had already gotten into it the second you got there. But you wanted more. When you stood up, you were quickly pulled back down, to your chair, by Jaemin.

“I think you should wait before getting more drunk.” His voice was hoarse, you could tell he had a few drinks himself. “Give some time for your stomach to settle.”

“Why? You don’t want to take care of my drunk ass?” You teased, alcohol was still running through your system, it gave you a boost of confidence. You couldn’t tell you were basically flirting with Jaemin. “I thought you think I’m fun.”

“I do, but I don’t want you to be sick. You do realize your breath stinks after you puke?” Your drunk brain flashed to an image of you kissing Jaemin. You harshly pushed that thought away. Not now.

“I’m not going to puke,” you defended yourself. “I ate cake… full tummy.” You rubbed your semi-bloated stomach.

Jaemin smiled, shaking his head. “I don’t think that's how it works.”

“Sure it is.” You grinned at him, your faces were so close. You could have kissed him. No one would notice. It would be your secret. Just a quick peck, just like when you were children.

Before your brain could run completely wild, you heard Haechan’s voice. “Do you guys want some?”

Your hand shot into the air, like a child in school. “Me! Me, please!”

Haechan smiled wide, his face was like the sun. “Okay, vodka ice tea okay?”

You nodded so quickly it made you dizzy. “Yes, please.”

“Beer for me,” Jaemin said. He then turned to you, his eyes stern. “If you puke, I am going to film it and send it to the group chat.”

You crossed your arms, pouting. “Now, that’s just cruel.”

“Not as cruel as you are,” he said.

Before you could ask what he meant, he was already gone to collect his beer.

☁☁☁

The late April humanity was rampant. The moon shone over the pool, stars reflecting in the water like a mirror. The calm of the water was broken by Haechan pushing Mark in, soaking his clothes.

Soon everyone else followed, Jeno, then Renjun, even Jiwoo and YangYang. You stayed on the side, only sticking your feet in the cool water. “Not going in?” Jaemin asked, he was sitting down next to you.

You were so glad to see his face. “The water is too cold for me. And I don’t think drinking and swimming mix well for me.” You couldn’t help but smile, while looking at him.

“Yeah, your lack of coordination will probably lead to drowning. I don’t want to play lifeguard.” He ran his hand through his light brown hair, it shining with a blonde tone under the moonlight.

“So, you’re saving you would save me if I jumped in?” You threw the question into the air, making it tense between you. The thing was, when you were drunk, you had little self-perception and often just said what was on your mind.

“Of course, I would.” Jaemin’s tone was completely serious. It was hard to believe he was on his sixth beer. “You’re too pretty to drown.”

You didn’t fully process his second comment, instead focusing on the first. “Awe thank you! You’re too sweet, Jaemin.” Something about the way his name came from your lips, sounded more like a moan than it did a coherent word. To cover in the most ‘subtle’ way, you slammed your hand against your mouth to shut yourself up. And if Jaemin didn’t notice your awkwardness before he definitely did now.

But easy-going Jaemin only laughed at your mishap. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, to hold you close to him. He was so warm against you, you felt like you were on fire.

As much as you wanted to stay curled up against him, you refused to lose in his game of wits. You wanted to prove yourself to not be such a lightweight. “I have not! Stop saying that.” You went to stand, but with the mixture of the ledge, wet surface, and your being drunk; you slipped.

You fell into the freezing water. It sent you into shock and you couldn’t register that you were underwater. You started to panic, desperately trying to swim to the surface, but everything was spinning and it was so dark. Nothing was making sense, you couldn’t think straight.

Your mind went blank, letting your body go limp. That was until you were met with a rush of hot air against your face. You gasped for air, your eyes flying open to see Jaemin cradling you above the water.

It was hard to make out the rush of voices that spoke around you. You could only focus on the concern that covered Jaemin’s face. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“She’s okay.” You finally made out, it was Jaemin’s voice. “I’ll take her upstairs to dry off and get her to bed.”

“You sure?” It was Jeno.

“Yeah, enjoy your birthday. I’ll take care of her.”

You weren’t completely aware of what happened before you got into Jaemin’s room. You were freezing from your wet clothes, but Jaemin’s body gave you some sense of warmth.

He sat you on the edge of his tub, wrapping you in at least five towels. “Stay here,” he said so softly. You soaked up his words. You peeked through the door, to see him digging through his dresser for clothes. He came back not even a minute later holding a t-shirt and sweat parts. “They’ll be a little too big but they’ll work.”

“Thank you,” you finally muttered. Your words broken up through your shivering.

He stared at you for a moment too long, analysing your current state. “Will you be okay to dress yourself?”

You nodded, slowly, sucking in a heavy breath. “I think so, yeah.”

“Okay, just knock on the door if you need help. I’ll be right here.” He almost looked pained to leave, but he did; shutting the door behind him.

Taking off your clothes was a trouble, the movement made you feel nauseous. But you were determined to do something for yourself. You left your wet clothes in the tub, as you covered yourself in Jaemins. His scent consumed your senses, his clothes covered in his cologne. It felt soothing.

The effort of changing took a lot out of you. Once finished, you fell to the floor. Having heard the bang, Jaemin burst through the door. His eyes fell to your frame laying on the mat. “Ah, come here. Let me get you into bed.”

He lifted you up, wrapping your arm around his neck, to help you walk into his room.

You stumbled into Jaemin’s dark room, until he turned on the light and illuminated the large space. The walls were covered in posters and designer shopping bags. You were still too drunk to question the decor.

Despite being friends for so long, Jaemin’s room was always a no man’s land of sorts. You were never invited and never entered. When you were hanging out the communal space downstairs was better suited.

Jaemin was silent, as he led you to bed. He was careful with his steps, he was drunk too and didn’t want to topple over. He set you down on his massive bed. “So big… jealous,” you stuttered. “I… love…”

He came down on the bed, laying next to you. The heat from his body radiated off; you felt him against your bare arms.

Staring up, at the ceiling, you got lost in the spinning fan. Your mind drifted away from your body to imagine Jaemin on top of you. His dark eyes looked deeply into yours as he made love to you.

You needed to cut that out. You could not think of Jaemin that way. He was off limits.

Not that your drunk brain thought he was. In your head, he was all over you.

Your daydream of him kissing you lead on. His soft lips melting into yours. His big hands touch your skin, leaving burns in their wake. You whisper his name, your hot breath touching his ear, leaving goosebumps growing all over his body. Your hands dig into his brown hair, pulling at the stands as you hum in pleasure.

“Jaemin,” you said. The sound of your voice wakes you up, your eyes open to see Jaemin… On top of you… His lips against your neck.

This was really happening.

“Oh my god!” You nearly squeal, your mind clearing into sobriety, pushing your body up the bed, away from his. “We shouldn’t– I– I’m sorry.” The words fall out of your mouth. You feel naked, dispute still having your clothes. You wrap your arms around your chest, trying to cover some sense of dignity.

Jaemin’s dark eyes are locked on you. There is pain in his eyes; you hurt his feelings. You didn’t mean that. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, softly.

Your heart ached for him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss Na Jaemin. You did, but after years of loyal friendship, something about it felt so wrong. Especially when you were both drunk. “Jaemin, we’re both drunk.”

“I know.” He couldn’t even look at you. You felt your heart breaking. This was not how it was supposed to happen. “Please, let’s just forget about it.” His eyes still avoiding you at all costs, he grabbed a pillow and blanket and set it on the floor.

You watched him in silence, not knowing what to do. You didn’t want him to sleep on the floor. Your body ached for him. “Jaemin…” You finally forced out, relief flooding over you with knowing you could speak. Fear quickly consumed you once more when he didn’t react.

He didn’t stop preparing his make-shift bed. It was as though he was lost in a trance.

“Jaemin!” You felt like you were yelling. Your desperation was so clear in your voice, you needed him to look at you.

“What!?” He answered, his voice filled with hurt. His eyes were on fire, his soft, easy-going nature a ghost within them.

You didn’t know what was happening, tears filled your eyes. Your emotions were all out of whack from the drinking. You pulled your legs into your chest to shield your heart.

Jaemin quickly realized what happened. He ran to you, wrapping his arms around your body. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to get angry. This isn’t how I wanted this to happen.”

He wanted this to happen? He wanted to kiss you?

Your mind was a haze. Being drunk was so complicated. “Please, don’t sleep on the floor,” you said, the words pouring from you.

“But– you’re in the bed.”

“I think it’s big enough to share.”

“You sure?”

You started to laugh uncontrollably. Despite the seriousness of this moment, you couldn’t help it. “Well, it is your bed.”

Jaemin’s expression became at ease. He even started to laugh with you. You’re not really sure what happened after that. Your drunken state sending you to sleep. Jaemin’s warmth is like a blanket wrapped around you.

☁☁☁

The room was still dark, when you awoke. The drapes blocked out any bit of sunlight. You couldn’t make out the time, you hunted for your phone, realizing it was a lost cause. You must have lost it in your drunken haze.

You rolled over to be met with Jaemin’s sleeping face. Even sleeping he looked perfect, it almost annoyed you. Your eyes fell to his lips, remembering the way he kissed you the night before. Out of everything you remember that the most clearly.

You wondered if he would remember any of it. Part of you hoped he would. Another part wished he wouldn’t so you could redo the kiss how it was supposed to be. If he still wanted it, in sobriety.

You watched him closely, taking in his every feature, wanting to memorise every single thing. But midway through your analysis, his eyes began to flutter open. You instinctively shut yours, pretending to be asleep.

“Ah,” he let out in a sigh. Did he forget you were in his bed? Hopefully not, that would not be a good surprise.

Blinded by your eyelids, you relied on your other senses to know what he was doing. There was a rush of heat against your cheek, his fingertips, against your cheekbone. He was pulling your hair away from your face. Revealing what was, most likely, a mess of forgotten makeup and puffy eyes.

You planted your face in his pillow, hiding away from him.

“I knew you were pretending,” he said. His morning voice was so deep you wanted to faint. The heat landed on your chin, gently leading your face away from the pillow. “Please, don’t hide. You look cute.”

Insistent on keeping hidden, you pushed your face further into the pillow. “Just cute?” It was hard to understand you through the pillow.

Jaemin laughed. “Beautiful, even.”

You gave up trying to hide, you’d have to reveal your face at some point. “You’re such a liar.”

Jaemin’s expression was soft, his eyes looking over you. “I’ve only ever told you the truth.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You asked without even thinking. You regretted it right away. Part of you still didn’t want to know the answer.

“I remember everything.” His gaze didn’t falter for a second. “Though I wish I’d forgotten so I could kiss you the right way… Do you still want to kiss me? Cause all I want to do is kiss you.”

Your heart began to bleed. Confusion of being in love with your best friend, the fear of fucking everything up if it goes wrong. But how could it? This was Jaemin, why after all this time would he get tired of you? You knew you would never get tired of him.

“Very much so.”

Jaemin didn’t waste a second before bringing his body into yours. The gentle kiss consumed you in every way. You melted into him like butter, losing any sense of your physical self. Becoming one with the boy against your lips.

With your hands tangled in his hair, you gave yourself to the boy, you’d know your entire life. The one you shared your first kiss with when you were too young to truly care about kissing. You loved him so much, and he loved you. He didn’t have to say the words, you knew.

Kissing Na Jaemin was exactly how perfect you always imagined it.

[kryptonitejelly]

hello, thank you for all the blurbs you're putting out for us omg 😍🥰

i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is talking with the team, maybe with all of them maybe some, and they're discussing about how the reader is crazy about hotch and hotch accidentally overhears???

thank you!! 😍

A/N: you are welcome 🥰

“You were practically drooling.” Emily scoffs as you, her and JJ wait in line.

“I was not.” You defend yourself as you squint up at the boards behind the cashier. “Coffee or matcha?” You throw the question back to them both.

“Coffee.” Emily affirms, sliding past the both of you as the cashier beckons the three of you up to the counter, deciding for all of you. “We’ll have three tall iced lattes please.”

You each hand over your store value loaded cards to the cashier who processes them, before stepping towards the side to wait for your drinks.

“You were.” JJ picks up the conversation from before. “I don’t get why you still haven’t asked him out.”

“Because he is my boss, and I’m sure he doesn’t like me that way.” You sigh dramatically, while making a face.

“We’ve analysed this.”

“Who could forget the powerpoint slides filled with paparazzi photos.” You shake your head, feeling your face prickle with heat, as you recall the powerpoint slide which Penelope had put together of photos secretly taken by herself, Emily and JJ of you and Aaron across the span of the last six months, and which the trio had forced you to watch. It had been convincing, with a large portion of the photos showing you and Aaron locking eyes with each other, or each staring at the other when you thought each other weren’t looking, an adoring look adorning your faces, but the fact remained - he was your boss, and in your opinion, so out of your league, because the man was just divine, and not to mention one of the sweetest alive.

“Which should have convinced you.” JJ opines, to which you snort, and shake your head.

“He’ll never see me in that way,” you sigh as you run a hand through your hair, before exhaling loudly, punctuating the end of your sentence with a semi wail as your mind wander back to the image of Aaron walking into the office this morning decked out in a pair of dark jeans and a black polo, breaking dress code in light of the summer heat, “God guys, he is just so hot.”

“You could always just burst into his office and jump his bones.” Emily snickers as the three of you step forward to collect your coffees, JJ humming in agreement, barely containing her amusement.

“I wish.” You grumble to yourself as you stab the plastic lid with a straw. “He is perfect.” You let yourself sigh out again, your memory flickering back to the flight back on the jet two days ago, where you were on the brink of sleep, but not yet in the realm of slumber like he had thought, and had noticed him pulling the throw you always kept stashed in the jet across your shoulders to keep you warm.

You turn, lips closing in on the tip of the straw to take a sip of your coffee when your eyes land on the topic of your conversation, standing a few steps behind in the same coffee shop, waiting for his drink, arms crossed over his chest, hint of a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips, the outline of the muscles in his arms emphasised by the sleeves of the polo that drew tight around his bicep.

“H-hotch.” You manage to gasp out, your face flaming as you glance towards Emily and JJ who were failing to suppress their laughter, each with a huge grin on your face. “We’ll uh, see you back at the office.” You manage to squeak as you weave through a few customers, dashing past him.

“Do you think he heard everything?” You fly out of the coffee shop, your breathing erratic, panic in your eyes.

“Pretty sure he did.” Emily laughs, and you groan, reaching into your pocket to retrieve your phone which is buzzing against your leg.

“I’ll have to quit now.” You utter out, eyes still panicked as you look down at the text on your screen.

A.H. If you ever decide on asking me out, the answer would be yes.

You almost forget how to breathe.

[quillsandtypos]

The Edge in Revenge

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, degradation, female oral receiving, sexual edging, and underage drinking mentioned (NO SEASON 2 SPOILERS, I just started watching season one but I needed to get this out of my head)

Pairings: JJ Maybanks x fem!reader

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JJ really shouldn’t have been the one to underestimate what you were capable of doing in the name of revenge. He’d been fucking with you all day. It had started that morning, you were alone in his kitchen as the other Pogue’s were still asleep. He had you pinned up against the wall lightly sucking on the side of your neck. As he trailed down to your collarbone he suddenly pulled away. You furrowed your brows at him but he just winked and smirked before he walked away; leaving you wet and confused.

Then later after lunch he managed to get you alone before you and the other pogue’s went out on the water. You were still inside grabbing the cooler, as everyone else was already on the boat. He snuck up behind you unbeknownst to you. You felt his hot breath on his ear. “You need help with that princess?” he asked cockily. You felt his warm cock press against the back of your ass, and his hand was at the small of your back.

“Oh definitely,” you responded eagerly. You turned to him as he easily pulled you in with one arm around your back, and the other at the back of your neck. Your lips interlocked, and you hungrily kissed him back, almost begging for more. But just as the time before, he quickly pulled back. Grabbing the cooler from behind you and heading out the door. With a ‘thanks!’ and a barely contained giggle. Oh he was a dead man, you decided right then that revenge was most definitely an order.

So you came up with the perfect scheme. If he wanted to play that game, then he would quickly learn who he was quite literally playing with.

“Ki,” you said. You quickly pulled her away from the boys. “I need a favor, I need you to get JB and Pope away from JJ.”

“Do I even want to know?” she laughed.

“It’s in the name of revenge,” you offered hopefully. She let out a long fake sigh.

“Hmm, let me think,” she took a long pause.

She cracked a smile. “I’m just kidding, you should’ve started with the revenge part.”

“Yes! Thank you,” you said, hugging her tightly.

“Come on JB, we’re gonna go help Pope with whatever he’s doing in the kitchen,” she said, pulling him along.

“What? Oh, okay,” John agreed confusedly as he awkwardly followed her.

And so then there were two. You casually flopped yourself down on JJ’s lap, who seemed slightly startled at first, but then just wrapped his arms around your waist. As much as it was a sweet gesture, you didn’t sit there to be sweet, so you needed to ruin the moment. Lightly, you rolled your hips back so you went right across his dick, and then rolled forward, making sure to move slowly but applying a small amount of your body weight as pressure. You weren’t certain he was giving you a look that could kill, but you didn’t bother looking. But what you did do was speed up a little bit until you felt his dick grow hard.

Smiling a smug grin you moved to get off of him. But his arms helds you there. He swiftly pulled you down onto his chest so your right ear was directly next to his mouth. “When we are alone next, I’m gonna fuck you till you’re screaming,” he whispered lowly.

You adjusted your head so you could see his face. “As if you could ever have that effect on me,” you smirked.

“Care to up the stakes then? Or are you too chicken?” His eyes gleamed, and at the same time so did your’s.

“Name your price,” you said confidently.

“If I can get you to beg, then you owe me a six pack of beers.”

“That’s it?” you asked, surprised.

He raised his eyebrows, “Fine, a six pack of beers, and you have to go skinny dipping with me next Friday night.”

“But I have to work next Friday,” you suddenly remembered.

“What? Not feelin so cocky now princess? Afraid you’ll lose?” he taunted.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Of course not. So what do I get if I can make you beg?” You poked him in the chest for emphasis.

“Alright, if you win, then you get me as your personal boat driver, or person who gets you things, or whatever,” he offered.

“You sure that’s quite a high bargain JJ?” you now taunted back.

“Yeah, I’m not worried,” he replied cockily. He offered you his hand to shake and you took it.

“Prepare to be my personal maid,” you said.

“You better prepare to beg,” he countered.

You moved off of him just as your friends came out of the kitchen. “You guys wanna come with, we’re going for a night swim?” Johnny B offered.

“Nah, we might be out later though,” JJ answered before you could.

“Suit yourselves,” Pope shrugged. Kiera sent you a wink before also heading out the door with them.

JJ and you practically booked it to his room as soon as they shut the door. You quickly grabbed a condom from his drawer where you knew them to be by memory. You turned to throw him the condom to see that he was already on his bed with his shirt off. Every piece of your body was drawn to his chest and the way his back muscles looked in the low light, but you weren’t going to let him know that. So you deflected.

“Someone’s eager,” you commented.

“I-” JJ started to defend himself but the comment got stuck in his throat as he watched your movements. You began slipping your shirt off to reveal a black bra that was sheer, and lacy around the straps and underwire area. It pushed your boobs up nicely and accentuated your cleavage perfectly. JJ was a mess.

“This is so not fair,” he groaned, his jaw practically on the floor.

You knew the effect the lingerie would have on him, which is exactly why you picked it. “What? You too chicken J?” you said, using his taunt from earlier.

Your words made him recover quickly. “No, of course not,” he scoffed.

“That's what I thought you’d say,” you smirked. Now you let your jean shorts fall to the floor, so you were able to show your black thong, which was not as fancy looking, but you knew it would practically make JJ lose it.

You were right, he looked like you had placed him under a spell. When he finally snapped out of it, he pointed next to him. “Bed princess. Now.”

He was almost making this too easy. “I don’t know about that. How about please?”

JJ nearly opened his mouth, but quickly caught himself before he could say anything. “Fine, I’ll do it myself,” he smirked. He moved off the bed, to grab you. You tried to avoid his hands, but there wasn’t much room to run around, so he easily caught you. He threw you onto his bed, and you let out a small yelp of surprise. Before you could even think about running off again, he jumped on the bed, flipped you onto your back, and pinned you. His knees were on your hands, effectively keeping you from touching him.

“Are you going to be a good slut and scream for me?” he asked. His face a few inches from yours.

“Not a chance J,” you smiled.

“Have it your way then, but either way, you’ll still be moaning my name.” His arms lowered so he could dip down to kiss a couple inches above your collarbone. His knees still held your hands in place. He sucked hard against your skin, making sure to leave marks.

“Wait, no marks JJ,” you told him.

“Should’ve told me that sooner now everyone’s gonna know that you lost a bet,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed.

JJ didn’t have a comment on that, but went back to work leaving you many bruises that you would have to cover the next morning. Oh how you wished your hands could be in his hair at the moment. He made an agonizingly slow trail down to your bra, before removing it and throwing it onto the floor of his room. He then started sucking on one of your breasts letting his lower lip just gently brush against your nipple everytime he sucked above it. He had found out about the spot driving you crazy the first time you had sex, and now you were strongly wishing you had never told him.

You had your mouth clenched rather tightly so that no moans would escape your lips. Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend noticed that.

“Come on y/n, just let it out. You know that no one can make you cum like I do,” he taunted.

Luckily, his temporary break gave you a chance to get control of yourself again. “Fuck off,” you retorted.

“Yeah, that was kinda the plan.” He grinned devilishly.

He must’ve realized that he was not going to get you to break by doing that, and instead moved farther down to pull your panties off.

His head ducked down to your pussy, but he made eye contact just as he did so. “You still feeling cocky?” he asked.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Alright, then let’s see how long that lasts since you’re such a slut for me,” he said with a wink before ducking his head fully down. He sucked another hickey on the inside of your thigh, and he slowly started licking towards your pussy. You could practically feel his tongue against your clit, but he was taking his sweet time.

“Stop teasing,” you finally groaned out.

“Is that begging I hear?” he questioned.

“No, I’m telling,” you said matter of factly.

“Yes ma’am,” he agreed with a chuckle.

His tongue slowly started lapping across your folds, occasionally flicking along your clit. Oh god you were in heaven, but simultaneously in hell because you couldn’t make a peep. His tongue once again licked across your spot, and you had to slap your hands over your mouth to keep a moan from escaping your lips. You could feel the smirk on his lips, but you weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing how much he was affecting you.

A few whimpers nearly came out of your body, and your hands were nearly shaking from trying to hold it in. But all of a sudden you realized that letting it out may be to your advantage, hearing your noises of pleasure, always had quite the effect on him.

So you did. Every moan, and whimper you let him hear. He thought that he was getting to you, which truthfully he was, but the game was far from over.

“You’re eating me out so good,” you moaned.

Your plan was already working; you noticed that he started to pick up the pace.

“Oh god JJ!” you screamed as he licked over a good spot on your pussy.

He continued licking in that exact spot which almost made you want to give up the bet right then in there. You felt shivers go through your spine as your core started to heat up but you were too stubborn to lose yet.

“No one fucks me like you do,” you moaned, knowing damn well the effect it would have on him.

Your plan seemed to have worked as he quickly took off his shorts, put on the condom, and just as his cock was about to enter you, you stopped him.

“Beg,” you insisted.

“Y/n fucking pl-” You had nearly had him, but he managed to stop himself before the words tumbled out.

You smirked, as he finally realized what you were doing. He however was now hell bent on making you lose. JJ climbed back on top of you with new vigor. “You’re smart, which is exactly why breaking you will be so much more fun,” he taunted. His head went back down again.

Your hands entangled in his hair as he went back to licking every single nook and cranny that he could find. “Fuck,” you whimpered as he once again licked your even more sensitive clit. You could feel the tension burning in your core, and a tingling sensation starting to spread all over. You started to buck your hips from the stimulation, and JJ was quick to force you back down. As his flicking became more rapid, you felt your body start to tense up.

“JJ I’m gonna-” you had started, but suddenly he had stopped.

“Beg,” he told you. And as much as you wanted to give in you were determined to knock the cocky grin off his face.

You sat up on your elbows. “Make me.”

JJ looked delighted by your answer. “That’s fine I got all night.”

“Inside me JJ,” you told him. You knew he wanted to make you beg for that as well, but you knew that he wanted to be inside you more.

He thrusted his cock into you and you did your best not to slide backwards from him pushing into you. “Oh my god you’re so wet for me, you really have been waiting.”

After he had checked on you he began slowly thrusting into you, going deep into you. “Oh shit,” he moaned. He would have to explain a lot of scratches across his back tomorrow but quite frankly you didn’t care.

“JJ!” you half moaned, half screamed as he went down again.

“You’re such a dirty slut for me aren’t you?” he taunted you.

You wanted to have some sort of retort but all that came out of your mouth was another moan, which just egged him on more.

“Come on, I know you’re tempted.”

Truthfully, you were extremely tempted, but you could surely outlast him right? But then you had an idea, he couldn’t stop it if he didn’t know what was coming. So as you felt your body starting to be strung out again you did you best to keep your breathing the same, and to not move around as much. But just as you felt the tension building he stopped.

“JJ?” you groaned in confusion.

“You seriously don’t think I don’t know when you’re going to have an orgasm?” he laughed. He pushed his hair out of his face and grinned down at you.

“Y/n you might as well just give up now, and spare yourself,” he suggested.

Collecting what small amount of strength you had left you said “Not a chance.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he smirked.

The warning was evidently very necessary, your whole body was starting to feel ten times more sensitive than it usually did. Every thrust sent a wave of pleasant goosebumps through your body. Your legs were shaking, and your voice was admittedly starting to go away. Your body felt like it was screaming that it wanted to orgasm. He started to slow down, but you were so close. You attempted to buck your hips into his to get the feeling back but he held you down. With a satisfactory grin on his face, that you needed it so bad.

“You’re not getting an orgasm unless you beg and we both know that I could fuck you for hours,” he taunted.

“Fine, fine, fine, please, please, please let me cum J, please. I am begging you,” you whined.

“That’s all you had to say princess,” he smirked. Finally his pace picked back up, to a more rapid one.

“Fuck you feel so good,” you moaned to him. There was no point keeping it in now. Your hips bucked in rhythm with his, as he moved in and out. But his rhythm slowed down as what you recognized as his climax.

“Oh god,” you heard him say as it finally hit him. His moans of pleasure only sped up your’s. “Fuck,” he moaned on top of you. But he managed to push himself back up to go down into you a couple more times for you to reach your climax.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire with tingles. The feeling spread from your stomach to your breasts to throughout your whole body. Your legs began to shake and you couldn't form words anymore. The only coherent thought you could form was how good you felt. Even after you had reached your climax, you had a sense of euphoria that you just couldn’t shake.

Eventually, you felt JJ start to move out of you, and you both whimpered slightly from how sensitive you were. You saw him take the condom off and throw it away. You lay in bed, still breathing heavily.

“Give me your hand, we’re going to the bathroom,” he said sweetly, but insistently. You groaned but you didn’t protest.

After you had used the toilet, you both flopped back down in his bed. It was quiet for a couple minutes before JJ spoke up.

“You know I’m really excited to see what beers you get me,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you laughed, lightly smacking him in the arm.

He lightly smacked you back. “Oh and don’t forget to call off for Friday tomorrow morning,” he grinned.

“I hate you,” you said as you rolled over.

“I love you,” he said sweetly, as he wrapped his arms around your midsection.

He always had a way of making you happy. “Love you too J,”

“Goodnight princess,” he said as he kissed your cheek.

“Goodnight JJ.” And you quickly fell fast asleep in his arms.

Needless to say, the other pogue’s weren’t worried that you never came outside. They knew where they would find the two of you the next morning.

[glilboy]

Ateez reactions to finding you reading smut about them: Hyung line

ive had this idea for awhile and even requested it a few times from other writers but..i felt it was time to write it lol

tws under the cut

warning, this piece of fiction contains mentions of somnophilia, slight dom and sub dynamics, and general explicit topics.

Hongjoong:

You had attempted to stay up waiting for Hongjoong, deciding to reread one of your favorite stories in the mean time. Unfortunately that wasnt enough to keep you awake, you ultimately passing out and your phone tumbling onto the floor.

Hongjoong had a feeling you'd passed out since you didnt message him any "i miss you :(" texts after 11pm so seeing you knocked out on the couch was no surprise. He slowly padded over to you smiling softly, then noticing your phone on the floor and went to pick it up for you. He was never the kind to go through your phone but your smart self had no shut down timer which left the fan fiction on display for him.

He couldnt help but be curious seeing paragraphs of text and decided a little reading would do no harm. As he began to read though he felt his gut sweep, in a good way. He was honestly a little upset until he saw his name but when he read his name it was like all of exhaustion disappeared. Luckily he didn't have work the next day he thought to himself.

Sitting down on the couch with a plan he slowly nudged you awake. "Hi dear," he spoked softly with a smirk.

You rubbed at your bleary eyes and looked up at him, "Oh hi Joongie. Sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep." He smiled even bigger at you.

"Thats fine, it helped me find out something fun," he tucked your hair behind your ear. Still waking up you made a small "huh?" before seeing the phone in his hand.

"Oh..." you mumbled, starting to be awake enough to get it. You finally looked at him straight on and saw his signature devilish grin.

He moved his hand to slowly move up your thigh, giving it a small squeeze which elicted a sigh out of you. "Didn't think you'd read stuff like that Y/N, but I guess you're just full of surprises huh doll," the pet name made you shiver, Hongjoong never having used that one before.

"I'm sorry Joongie," you mumbled into your arm, face now red. His hand moving up to cup your core and grind his hand into it making you whimper softly.

"Oh dont be sorry dolly, just shows me that you really miss me."

Seonghwa:

Saying Seonghwa was caring was an understatement in a way. Despite his busy schedule he made it a point to showed he cared in different ways. One thing he always did was if you left your phone out at all he would put it on the charger for you. Small things!

Today though he had come home earlier than usual while you were taking a quick shower. Seeing your phone on the counter he waltzed over setting his stuff down to throw it on the charger even if it wasn't that low. He noticed you left it on, open to a book he assumed enough.Him being the lovely man he is he wanted to read a bit to see what you liked and possibly buy you a physical copy. Written porn with his name in it though was not what he was expecting.

Seonghwa gulped, setting down your phone with his hands shaking and his face now flushed pink. He took a deep breath and set down his bag, running his fingers through his hair now being surprisingly worked up. A part of him felt embarrassed for being turned on by the writing but at the same time he knew you didn't read it for no reason.

"Hwa! You're home early hello!" You ran up to him giggling, now clean and dressed in some sweats.

"Hey babe, yeah we got let out early cause we learned the new choreography fast enough. They asked us if we wanted to do more vocal practice but none of us did," He laughed, trying to shift his legs to hide his slight erection.

"None of you stay late ever," you giggled sarcastically up at him. "Well, I was gonna take a nap. Do you want to? I'm sure you're tired."

He nodded softly and took your hand walking to your guys bedroom talking about your day. He changed himself into more comfortable clothing then joined you in bed, you curling into him quickly. Once you settled Seonghwa felt he could actually breathe, feeling like a middle schooler just for getting more worked up from having you close. He heard your breath settle which is when he shifted away a bit from you.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, having the space now laying on his back to palm himself over his erection. Looking over at your sleeping face made it worse, the piece you had opened having involved somnophilia. One thing he never had the guts to suggest to you despite having such an open relationship.

He didn't notice your eyes flutter open at the movement. You only just fell asleep so you were in no means in too deep. You decided to play it though, closing your eyes and throwing a leg over his waist as if you were just adjusting in your sleep.

He inhaled a sharp breath and bit his lip now mildly frustrated at the whole situation. Mumbling a fake sleepy "Hwa" you moved to straddle the man hearing a childish sigh escape his lips.

"If you keep moving, I swear to god," He mumbled out loud thinking youre still asleep since you had always been a chaotic sleeper.

"And what will you do about it horny kid," you giggled against his neck. You could feel his body tense.

"Go back to sleep and I'll fuck you like your sick little fantasy, how about that hm?"

yunho:

Rain was beating against the window as you cuddled up on the couch with your phone in hand. Yunho was on the other side of his personal office playing video games. It was a chill day but something in the air was setting you slightly off the edge.

Besides the sweet glances and cheesy smiles thrown at each other, your screen was very much the opposite of innocent pure love. Getting indulged in the story you started to zone in, missing some of his looks making Yunho curious as to what your interest was delved into currently.

"Be right back guys," he said into the mic mischievously. Quickly making his way over he slipped the phone out of your hand, this behavior wouldve typically been fine but because of the contents on your screen you gasped and reached out for your phone. "You doing something naughty or do you just like acting suspicious?" he grinned before looking at your phone.

His face feel reading the paragraph of a particularly nsfw scene. You were now sitting up staring at him wide eyed, "yuyu please oh god its not what you think, i think." Silence filled the room, the only noises being the sound of his running pc and the dull chatter of the other boys.

"Do you read this often?" he said out of hesitation and pure curiosity, almost feeling that he violated your private space. He kind of got the gist of it all right away, thankfully for your sake.

"Not all the time but i mean, you are busy yunho," you tried to softly explain knowing this was odd territory.

"Do you...ever want to try it," he says, getting to the end of the page and looking at you.

"I can't say that..none of them aren't, nice," the air was filled with an awkward energy that could suffocate another person if they came in at such a weird time.

The two of you stood there for a second, until he moved towards you and took your hand. He placed it on his bulge and you sucked a breathe in.

"Take off my pants," he ordered, a strange harsh tone to his voice. For you guys there was never set roles, not any dom or sub dynamic but it wasnt vanilla per say so him speaking like this was new. Besides that, you did as he said and pushed your thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down his legs.

Silently he took your hand then sat down on his gaming chair, pulling out his large cock. He slipped on his headphones before looking up at you with a shit eating grin.

"Sit down, i can tell youve been dying too babe."

yeosang:

You were waiting for yeosang to come home after a shorter than usual practice, deciding to pass the time by indulging in your secret world. In the midst of browsing your favorite blogs you didn't hear the door open, this event made you learn not to have headphones in when participating in such activities.

Walking in, Yeosang looked around for you and spotted your figure on the couch. He slowly moved near with a secret motive of scaring you when he glanced at your phone seeing a photo of him paired with a lot of writing. Tilting his head curiously he squinted to read the text, reading along with you until his face flushed.

Sucking in a breath slightly he moved back to the door, playing off him just entering. You noticed his figure walking towards you and sneakily turned off your phone and got up to greet him.

"Hey babe, it's nice to see you in the sunlight," you giggled and wrapped your hands around his waist. You noticed him hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, causing you to pull away.

"Hey, whats up? you seem a bit off?" you pouted and brushed the hair out of his eyes, not catching the little blush.

"Yeah yeah babe, I'm fine. promise," he cleared his throat and pulled away, making your heart sink a bit. He practically completely ignored what you actually said.

"No Yeo, I- did I do something wrong? Or just a long day?" you pried knowing something was up.

Shifting awkwardly on his feet he looked up at you, his hair back in his face. "I um, saw what you were reading."

The color drained from your face, mouth slightly hanging not knowing what to say. You thought he was pissed, was going to leave and break up with you but right when you were about to talk he spoke again.

"C-can we do that?"

A moment of silence passed and you looked up at him, your boyfriend who was typically very soft and gentle in bed. Knowing what you were reading was likely pretty heavy in his book, you became worried. "Yeo, I just read it. It means nothing I don't want to make you uncomforta-"

His lips cut yours off and one hand entangled in your hair, his other guiding you to the wall by your hip. Back flush against the way you pulled away after a moment to see his eyes wide and sweat already beading down his temple.

"I've wanted to do that, just didn't want to scare you dear."

[strangelysamantha]

bittersweet ☆

possessive!rafe x plus!sized reader.

warnings: crazy rafe, possessive and obsessive behavior, swearing, underage drinking, reader gets hurt, physical fight, ect.

words: 2,167.

summary: you went to a local party by the beach when rafes unstable side peeked out. jj maybank finds you alone, and decides to talk to you. rafe gets possessive and upset, thinking that jj was hitting on you.

request?: no :)

a/n: i’m working on requests but since my computer is down it’s taking longer because i hate typing on my phone especially because tumblr always deletes what i’ve written. i’m hopeful that my computer will be fixed by tomorrow, until then i’ll try and produce a few stories since i’ve been MIA for a few days. remember to like and comment if you enjoy this! <3

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“please just come with me.” rafe frowned as he sat on your porch pleading to you, telling you why you should go to a beach party with him. “why rafe?” you frown, not in a partying mood. instead, you would much rather stay home and do a movie marathon. “please baby, i swear i’ll make it up to you.” you roll your eyes at his begging. “fine, but only because you are so cute.” his eyes sparkle as a smile lifts on his lips, you pull him into a quick kiss.

you walk back inside to get dressed for the bonfire. rafe was wearing blue and orange, and you wanted to match him. so, you grabbed a pair of dark blue ripped jean shorts, and an orange v-neck. you apply some perfume and jewelry before putting on some shoes. just as you were finishing up, rafe walked into your room smirking. “awh, you wanted to match with me.” he smiled. despite you knowing his look was filled with adoration you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his long glance. “obviously, don’t you want people to know i’m yours?” you question him, waiting for his response. “well, matching clothes won’t change anything. everyone already knows.” you nod smiling before pulling him into a kiss.

once you pull away from the kiss, he grabs your hand and leads you to the car as he drives to the beach. his hand finding its way on your thigh; gripping it tightly. while he drove to the beach, you paid close attention to your phone, checking social media for any major updates. rafes grasp on your thigh loosened as the car came to a halt. you were parked on the beach, the sun was already setting.

you both exit the car, rafe swiftly moving from his side of the car to yours. “thank you for coming with me.” his hand finds yours, pulling them together. “of course, i love hanging out with you.” he lets go of your hand, and moves his arm to hold closely around your waist. the two of you begin to walk towards the already drunken teen filled beach.

you frown at the amount of trash that litters the sand. you stay close to rafe, as he approaches topper and kelce. “hey guys.” you say to them to make conversation. they nod in your direction, acknowledging you before their attention turns towards rafe again. you don’t pay any mind to what the boys are discussing. after a while you become bored, so you slowly slip out of rafes arm to go get a drink. “i’m going to go get a drink, do you want one?” you ask rafe, and he glances at you smiling. “yes please, thanks baby.” you lean in for a quick kiss before leaving to go get drinks. you weren’t a heavy drinker, always scared of what you would say or do under the influence, so you grab yourself a water and grab a beer for rafe.

you return to the spot you were in earlier, but it’s now vacant. rafe, topper, and kelce all leaving you behind. you frown, looking around for them but coming up short. you had no idea where they could be since this beach was huge. you don’t bother wasting your time looking for them, instead you start to head for the bonfire.

you weren’t surprised that rafe had left you all alone. this always happened. he would beg you to go to something, just to abandon you half way through it. it didn’t bother you, it just worried you, scared of what he was doing without you.

once you arrived at the bonfire, you decided to down the drink once made for rafe, the beer stinging your throat. you drank three more chugs before drinking water as well. it doesn’t take long for the alcohol to come into effect. you knew it had clouded your judgement when you were laughing at jj maybanks jokes of all people. “i’m telling you, these people were fucking crazy.” you giggled as he made exaggerated reactions. “you’re telling me! that sounds scary as fuck. i wouldn’t have survived.” he shook his head looking down at you, “i’m sure you would have figured something out.” you nod at him.

“have you seen those dudes since?” you ask, intrigued by his story. “actually, yeah. their story isn’t the brightest… sheriff told me that they-” his voice cut off as he made a slicing noise above his throat. your eyes widened in shock. “oh my god! really??” you grab his arm, “what if they came back for you! bro no way…” your heart rate quickens at the thought of evil men chasing random kids. “no, i know right, scary as shit. i guess it’s bittersweet because they died, but now they aren’t after us anymore.” he shrugs, sipping his red solo cup. “i guess. it’s still scary. so many people are unexpectedly dying nowadays, i definitely-” you were interrupted as rafe put an arm around you, eyeing jj up and down.

“continue baby, what were you saying?” rafe asked, smiling at you for a split second before it disappeared when his eyes focused on jj again. “oh we were just talking about bad men, and how this town is scarier than it used to be.” he nods at you. “jj what are you doing talking to my girl?” jj stands up straighter, “why do you care? do you own her or something?” rafe scoffed, “yes.” the confusion on your face was evident and jj was quick on acknowledging it. “oh really? by the look on her face, she doesn’t agree.” he glances at you, but you have quickly recovered. “what are you talking about maybank?” you interrupted the two immediately not wanting a fight to break out. “i was just talking to jj because he had a funny story. it wasn’t anything like that, i swear babe.” you words slurred together and it was evident you weren’t in the right headspace.

rafes eyes widened as he fully realized that you were so intoxicated that you had no idea what was going on, “what the fuck maybank? you got her drunk for what? you trying to fuck her?” jj couldn’t believe rafes nerve. “one, she was drunk when she came up to me, and two, i don’t need to fuck her, i already have.” your heart dropped at jj's confession.

“maybank, do you want to take that back?” you could tell rafe was trying to give jj a chance to redeem himself before all hell breaks loose. your hand tightened on rafes bicep trying to get him to move on, but he wouldn’t budge. “can't take back what’s already happened.” jj shrugged again, smirking.

rafe was the first one to throw a punch, you stumbled back as he had pushed you away. with your luck, your head had landed right against the beverage table, scratching the side of your face from your temple to the side of your cheek. you hiss in pain, moving your fingers to feel it. when you retreat your hand you see it covered in blood. you groan in pain, hissing as the cool air makes it sting.

you clumsy stand up, looking ahead to see rafe and jj were still fighting. “rafe!” you weakly call out, but he was stuck in his own little bubble as he pounded his fists against jjs face. you stumble away, walking far from the beach. you were too tired to even try to process what was going on. the yelling behind you quietly faded as you made your way farther along the beach.

not even a minute later you hear rafe running after you. “what rafe?” you ask, but your back is still turned to him. “baby, please just- i’m sorry okay. i, i don’t know. i was just scared he’d take you from me. i don’t want to lose you, you are all i have. you mean too much to me for some pogue to take.” his rambling only pissed you off more. “rafe, please. i have a headache, all i want is to go home.” you frown.

his eyes moved from the sand up to your face, surprised by the huge gash on your face that was oozing blood. “baby?! who did this to you?” you couldn’t contain your anger any longer. you used all your strength, pushing his shoulders back. “you did! you fucking asshole.” the fact that he didn’t even budge from the push you sent his way, pissed you off even more. “baby, i, you know i would never do anything to intentionally hurt you?” your silence only scared him even more.

“baby, i wouldn’t- i didn’t mean to hurt you.” his breathing was heavy as the realization hit him. he had undeniably hurt you, and he had undoubtedly lost you. “no, because this can’t be happening. i can't lose you. baby, i- it was an accident. please, you gotta understand i didn’t want to hurt you, it was just jj fucking all over you, and the way he tried to claim you, saying he already had you, it just- the anger i couldn’t even hold myself back.” you nod at his words. “rafe i understand that. i, just. i don’t want this. do you think i want you to assault every guy who even looks at me? it makes me feel like shit. do you know how shitty it makes me feel? that you think i would chose anyone else when i have you. it hurts to know that you think i’m not loyal enough.” you frown, tears easily falling out of your eyes.

“baby- it’s not you i’m worried about.” you nod, “i know… it just doesn’t feel that way.” he goes to speak again but you quickly interrupt him. “can we please continue this at your house? my head seriously hurts.” his eyes soften, his hand cupping your cheek. he hesitated before he pulled you into a kiss, when you kissed him back he could feel his smile come back. “rafe.” you say again, before pointing to your head. “right baby, i’m sorry. let's go.” you nod.

he walks you to his car, opening the door for you before you hop in. he puts your seatbelt on for you. his protective side shining through once again. he walks around, before hopping in himself. he starts the car. “seatbelt…?.” you question. he laughs quietly. “of course, baby.” you nod as he puts his seatbelt on. his hand reached for your thigh again, before he drove the two of you to his house.

when you arrived, your head was pounding. you could feel it throbbing, the blood dripping onto your orange v neck. you frown at the sight. the two of you walk inside, and he immediately pulls you into his room, placing you on the edge of his bed. he runs to his bathroom grabbing a table cloth and the first aid kit.

he opens the first aid kit, placing it beside you. he takes the wet washcloth, wiping away the blood. after cleaning it, he added antibacterial cream, and then covered it in gauze. he kissed the bandage covering it before walking to his closet.

“here. wear this, and i’ll wash your t-shirt.” you nod, “thank you rafe.” he turns around and you swiftly change your t-shirt. he turns around, his heart hammering inside his chest, still scared about where you stood.

“rafe. i don’t want to lose you. i love you a lot, but i don’t want to continue this if every time a guy looks at me funny, you beat him up. i appreciate you protecting me, but they aren’t worth it.” he nods, soaking up every word. “if you can promise me that you won’t fight random people anymore, then i think we can work this out, and work through this.” he smiles softly, “is that a deal?” you ask. “of course baby. i promise i won’t fight anyone unless they really deserve it.” you roll your eyes, “fine. that’s good enough; but please, let’s hope it doesn’t get too bad.” he laughs, “let’s hope.” you grab his hands, realizing they were quite bruised. “let’s ice these.” he follows you to the kitchen, as you prepare an ice pack.

once the ice pack is ready, you place it on one hand, the other is intently grabbing your thigh. “baby you don’t have to do all this.” he reached for the ice and you lightly pushed his hand away. “you fixed me up, let me fix you up.” he sat back and watched as you cared for his bruises. rafe was glad he didn’t lose you, and he was glad you were still there with him. having you so close to him made him realize he couldn’t sacrifice anything to lose you. he kissed your bandages once more before you two prepared for bed and started to comfortably cuddle together.

[marvelous-harry]

A blurb where Harry is away for work n so is Florence but reader has book meetings so can’t go with any of them, one of them coming back on break surprise after a few weeks and reader hasn’t been taken care of herself at all like no food in fridge, being very concerned reader begging not to tell the other, angst

Home Alone Harry/Florence/Reader Words: 1.9K Summary: With Harry off on tour and Florence off shooting a movie, a series of meetings for your upcoming book leaves you home alone in London for a few weeks... it results in a lot of takeaways.

Jerking awake as I heard a noise, I sat up and looked around the bedroom, my heart racing in my chest. Hearing another noise, I dived onto the other side of the bed and pulled out the giant knife I had put under it before holding it up as I jumped out of the bed.

Quickly grabbing my phone, I ran over to the bathroom and closed the door, locking it quickly. My hands shook as I tried to get it open and dial 999.

The door to the bedroom squeaked as it was opened.

"I called the police!! And I have a knife!" I screamed as aimed the knife at the door.

"Oh god, babe. It's me!" Harry called out as he rushed over to the door. "It's okay, it's just me. Please tell the police not to come,"

Putting the knife down, I opened the door and punched Harry in the arm hard. "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Almost gave me a heart attack!" I groaned as I clutched my chest and took a deep breath. "Fuck,"

"I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to scare you just surprise you. Surprise!" Harry said as he opened his arms.

Taking a step closer, I hugged him tightly. "I'm very surprised. I've missed you!" I mumbled as I breathed in the smell of him.

"Did you tell the police to not come?" Harry asked as he rubbed my back.

"I never actually got as far to call them. My hands were shaking so bad, I think I only managed to dial 9," I replied as I looked at him with a smile. "For how long are you home?"

Harry smiled back and stroked my cheek. "Just a night. Have to fly out tomorrow at 3,"

"Not very long," I said as I tried to keep the smile on my face. For a split second, I almost wished he hadn't come cause now I had to say goodbye to him again. "What time is it anyway? I was sleeping when you tried to kill me," I pulled back and walked over to the bed.

"It's four in the afternoon, why were you asleep?" Harry asked as he stepped into the bathroom to grab the knife. Making a note of the mess, he turned off the light and looked around the bedroom, noting the mess in there too.

"I might have fucked up my days and nights a little," I said quietly as I grabbed the chocolate wrapper on the bed and threw it into the bin, blushing as I saw all the other empty wrappers in it.

"Why are you staying up so late? You can't be sleeping all day. It's not good for you," Harry asked as he came over and put the knife on the nightstand before taking a seat next to me.

I shrugged and looked down into my lap.

"Are you having nightmares? Staying up late watching tv?" he asked as he put an arm around me.

"Your shows don't start before 2 or 3 usually and then I'm too excited after it ends so I usually stay awake an hour after it ends," I whispered.

"Baby," Harry said as he made me look at him. "That's why you're staying up? You've seen the show in person several times and you'll be seeing it several times more. It's very sweet but you need your sleep,"

"It's different!" I protested. "I have to see what you're gonna wear and every show is slightly different! And what if something happens? I need to know. I want to see every show. I feel like I'm there with you when I'm watching and I don't miss you as much,"

Harry sighed as he pulled me in for a hug. "Baby,"

I whined as I snuggled close. "Don't be mad! I haven't broken any rules so you can't be mad!" I told him as my stomach rumbled loudly.

"We'll discuss this later cause you can't keep staying up all night. Let's go downstairs and I'll cook us something," Harry said as he gave me a little kiss before standing. "Let's bring down the garbage that's up here so we can throw it out, and let's open a window cause it's very stuffy,"

"Okay," I mumbled as I walked over to the windows and cracked it open. Picking up the bin, I picked up a few more pieces of garbage before following Harry downstairs.

"We can order in? I'd love Chinese. Or Indian!" I quickly spoke up as I remember the state of the kitchen and the fridge. "You don't have to cook, you just got here," I smiled and grabbed his hand.

"It's okay. I'd love a home-cooked meal," Harry smiled as he walked into the kitchen.

"Okay, so, don't be mad," I said as I put the bin down and walked into the kitchen with him. Dirty dishes were overflowing in the sink and there were two bags of garbage just sitting on the floor, plus there was a stack of pizza boxes on the counter.

Harry took in the mess before heading to the fridge. Opening he saw that it mostly held just drinks and condiments, nothing to make a decent meal out of.

I bit my lip as I watched Harry close the fridge before moving silently over to the garbage. He counted the pizza boxes and looked at the bags which clearly showed all the takeaway containers.

"Baby," Harry sighed as he turned around and looked at me.

"I said don't be mad!" I whimpered as I pulled down the sleeves on my jumper and hid my hands inside.

"I'm not mad but I am worried. You're not getting good sleep and you're clearly not eating too good. The house is a mess," He looked at me concerned. "Are you okay? Have you been outside any? Gotten fresh air?"

I could feel tears stinging in my eyes and I had to look away cause I couldn't deal with the disappointment in his eyes.

"Come here," He said as he took a seat by the kitchen table and pulled up a chair opposite him.

Sniffling, I walked over and took a seat - looking down the whole time.

"Your health and well-being are one of the most important things to me. The habits that you've got going on right now aren't good for you, baby. You can't keep doing what you're doing," Harry said in a very determined tone.

"Please don't tell Florence," I sniffled as I looked at him. "I'll stop. I won't do it anymore, I'll do better but don't tell her," I asked him.

Harry smiled as he stroked my cheek. "We don't keep secrets from each other. You know that,"

Whimpering, I leaned against him and let out a little cry. "She'll be upset too. I didn't mean for it to happen but it's too difficult. I don't like being alone, I can't do it"

Harry wrapped his hands around me and swayed us back and forth lightly. "I know, baby, I know," he whispered. "I'm going to fix it,"

A few minutes later when I'd stopped crying and my stomach was rumbling even louder, Harry pulled back. "I'm going to order us some food. Can you be a good girl and take out all the garbage?" he asked with a smile.

Wiping my eyes on the sleeves of my jumper, I nodded. "Okay,"

Standing up, I grabbed the garbage bags by the counter and put them by the door before I started collecting everything else around the house. It was embarrassing just how much I ended up collecting and how many trips I had to take outside to get rid of it all.

Once I was done, I could hear Harry upstairs in the laundry room so I walked up the stairs slowly. As I stood at the top of the stairs, I sighed before walking into the bedroom instead of walking over to Harry. The bed had been stripped and the duvet was hanging out the window getting aired out.

"Fuck," I whispered as my eyes welled up with tears yet again. Hearing the door to the laundry room close, I sniffled and quickly wiped my eyes before turning around as Harry walked in.

"Food should be here within the hour. You okay?" Harry asked as he put the fresh sheets and blankets down on the bed.

"I'm fine," I replied as I tried giving him a smile.

Harry came over and put his hands around my waist. "Want to try again?"

I could feel my bottom lip trembling as I played with his cross necklace. "I'm really sorry," I stammered out. "You came all this way and I've ruined our time together cause I'm too stupid to function alone," I quickly put my hands over my eyes as I let out a sob.

Harry pulled me in for a tight hug. "Baby, you didn't ruin anything and you're not stupid!" he said firmly. "Do you hear me? You're so smart and clever. Plus any time I spend with you is priceless to me, it doesn't matter what we're doing,"

"You only have one meeting left right? Then you're going to come stay with me for a bit then you'll go see Florence. I'll talk to her about what's been going on so we can figure out the best way for you to be safe and happy at home until then," Harry told me as he rubbed my back.

I let out a loud sob and grasped onto him tightly. "No! I want to come with you now! I don't want to be alone anymore. I don't care about the meetings! Please don't leave me!" I cried.

Harry led me over to the bed so we could sit down and cuddle. "It'll be okay, I promise. We'll figure something out,"

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"I'll see you in a week," Harry said as he stroked my cheek.

I nodded and gave him a little smile. "It'll go by fast I'm sure. Be there in no time, jet-lagged and ready to complain about the long flight,"

He glanced at his phone as it buzzed. "I can't wait. Remember, I've made you some meals, you can order takeaway one time and try and go to sleep at a decent hour," Harry smiled as he gave me a hug.

"I'll try," I whispered as I closed my eyes and hugged him as tightly as I could. "Now go! You don't want to keep your driver waiting!" I said as I pulled back and put my hands in my pockets.

"I love you," Harry said softly as he leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss.

Smiling, I kissed him back. "I love you too," I replied as he pulled back.

Harry picked up his little bag and opened the door. "7 days," he said as he stepped out.

"7 days," I said and watched him get into the car. Waving at him, I blew him a kiss before they disappeared from view. "It's just 7 days," I whispered as I closed the front door and locked it.

Turning off all the lights I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and headed upstairs. Crawling into bed, I ignored the tears running down my cheek as I put the knife back under the pillow and pulled the blankets over me. It was going to be a long week.

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Photoshoot Fantasies - Fred Weasley

Title: Photoshoot Fantasies Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!!! Dom!Fred, daddy kink, spanking, masturbation (male and female) oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, choking, begging, dirty talk Summary: Fred doesn’t like it when his girlfriend gets naughty without his permission A/N: this is….pure filth. For the anon who wanted some smut with dom!fred. this is literally like 3% plot and 97% smut lmao so I hope you enjoy!! Requests are open and feedback is always welcomed!!

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“Oi, lover boy! You’ve got a letter from your girlfriend,” George calls teasingly from the kitchen.

Fred groans as he rolls over in bed, his hands coming up to rub the last bits of sleep from his eyes. He squints as he opens his eyes, due to the bright streaks of sunlight coming in from the break in his curtains. Fred takes a moment to mentally prepare himself for the day before he heaves himself out of bed, and shuffles into the kitchen.

“Good morning dear brother of mine,” George greets far too cheerily for the early hour.

Fred grunts in response and takes a seat across from George, waving his wand so a cup of coffee lands in front of him. He usually isn’t one to need caffeine in the morning, his own natural energy is usually enough to clear the sleep induced fog from his head, but he’s been having trouble sleeping lately since Y/N hasn’t been by his side.

After graduation, Y/N landed her dream job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry. Fred had been so proud of her, and he loved how excited she was each night as she told him about her day over dinner. Unfortunately, her job had one huge drawback: traveling. Every so often Y/N would travel to different parts of the UK and Europe to get updates on the population of certain magical creatures or to help develop and implement conservation plans. A week ago, she left for her longest trip yet, an entire month, and Fred hasn’t been able to sleep well since.

“Where’s this letter then?” Fred asks after he has a few sips of coffee. He can feel the caffeine working its’ magic, and his brain is finally clear enough to string a sentence together.

George rolls his eyes and tosses a thick envelope at Fred. “You two are sickening, you know that? I think she wrote you a bloody novel about how much she loves you and misses you,” George says, pretending to throw up.

Fred flips George off, trying to contain the blush forming on his face. “Don’t act like you didn’t stand in the doorway for 15 minutes last night kissing Angelina goodbye, git.” Fred can feel George’s eyes on him as he fiddles with the envelope. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he bites.

“Someone is feeling feisty,” George retorts with a laugh. “Come on then, open the damn letter. Let’s see how long it takes her to start waxing poetically about your eyes.”

Fred glares at George as his fingers quickly rip open the envelope. Normally he would wait for George to go and busy himself with something else or he’d retreat to his room so he could bask in Y/N’s words by himself, but it’s been far too long since he’s seen her and Fred thinks he might explode if he waits any longer to read her letter. “Oh,” he says softly in surprise, when he only pulls out one piece of parchment. The envelope hadn’t been bulky from the lovely letter she wrote him, but the half a dozen photographs she had included. His eyes scan over the short note, a small smile appearing on his face.

To my dearest Freddie Eddie Spaghetti,

Things are going well up in Scotland, Niffler birth rates are through the roof thanks to the plan we implemented last year. We’ve spent the last few days prepping a large cohort of them to send off to Egypt to assist the rune breakers Gringotts has out there. I’ll be off to France in a day or so to check up on some of the Thestrals we brought to a conservatory outside of Nice a few months ago, hopefully they’ve acclimated well.

I’ve been missing you like crazy, Freddie. You’re all I seem to think about these days, it’s been quite hard to focus on my work. I don’t know how I’m going to manage going three more weeks without seeing your face or being held in your arms. You better rest up, because you won’t be getting any sleep for days once I’m finally back home with you.

I’ve included a few photos that will hopefully keep you company while I’m still away.

Love you lots and lots and lots, Y/N

“That’s it? One stinky piece of parchment?” George asks, clearly annoyed. “There’s my day, ruined. Thought I’d get a nice laugh at least since you’ve been so miserable. What else is in the envelope then?”

Fred’s eyes are still scanning the letter, trying to commit the words to memory and he absentmindedly grabs the stack of photos to show George. “She sent photos,” he responds, finally putting the letter to the side. “Probably of all the baby Nifflers,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Let me see, then,” George says excitedly, reaching his hand out. “Remember when she sent those photos of the baby dragons dressed up in onesies? That was jokes. Bet she put hats on them this time.”

As Fred goes to hand George the stack of photos he gets a glimpse of the one on top. His eyes widen and he quickly pulls his arm back, cradling the photos against his chest. “Nope, sorry. You can’t see them.”

“What? Why not?” George watches as Fred starts to fidget in his seat and a red flush starts to take over his face. “Oh my god!” he says suddenly with a laugh, realization hitting him. “She sent you nudes! What a little minx. You two are far more disgusting than I ever could have imagined.”

Fred clears his throat, choosing to ignore George. “Well I’m going to go back to my room and uh, respond to this letter. See you later.” Fred tries to act as normal as possible as he heads back to his room, desperately trying to ignore George’s cackling. He breathes a sigh of relief as he shuts his door behind him, leaning on it for a moment.

Fred rids himself of his T-shirt and climbs back onto his bed in nothing but his boxers. This isn’t how he planned on spending his morning, but Fred is more than happy to change his plans. He sits up in bed, his back pressed up against his cold wall and his legs splayed out. While Fred would consider himself adventurous in the bedroom, this is the first time Y/N has ever done anything like this, and he can feel himself getting aroused already.

“Merlin,” he groans as he allows himself to look at the first photo. Y/N is laying in the middle of a bed wearing nothing but a lacy red bra and the matching pair of panties, a set Fred is all too familiar with.  Her whole face isn’t visible, just her mouth, and as the photo moves her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip and her hand lightly trails down her torso to her thigh.

He balances the stack of photos on his lap for a moment, his right hand pushing his boxers down to his thighs. Fred had planned on drawing out the experience, but he’s already rock hard from the first photo. He throws the first photo on the bed beside him as he wraps his hand around himself, and he picks the stack back up.

Fred starts to slowly stroke himself as his eyes rake over the next photograph, his mouth running dry. Y/N is laying in the same position as before, but the bra she was wearing in the first photo has been discarded, and as the photo moves her hands massage her breasts and she bites her lip.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, as he moves onto the next photo. Y/N is now completely naked, and as the photo moves one of her hands trails down her front from her breast to her core while her other hand pinches and toys with one of her nipples.

Fred starts to stroke himself faster and is unable to contain the grunts that fall from his mouth as he moves to the next photo. His thumb rubs the sensitive tip of his cock, spreading around the precum that has started to accumulate, helping his hand glide easier as he strokes. In the next photo, Y/N’s mouth is open, and Fred is sure a breathy moan is leaving her lips, as the movement of the photo shows Y/N starting to slowly rub her clit as her other hand fists in the sheets underneath her.

“Oh, fucking shit,” Fred groans as he looks at the second to last photo, his hand stilling on his cock to stop himself from finishing just yet. Y/N’s feet are now flat against the bed, her knees bent and open wide. As the photo moves Fred can clearly see Y/N sink two fingers into herself as her thumb rubs at her clit. Her other hand tugs at the sheets and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, a telltale sign that she’s on the brink of her release.

Fred starts to stroke himself again as he reveals the last photo, his orgasm quickly approaching. Y/N’s entire body is flushed red and as the photo moves her back arches, her toes curl, and her whole body trembles as she reaches her orgasm.

Fred’s thumb teases the sensitive head of his cock as his eyes wander over all of the photos. He focuses on the last one, and as Y/N once again reaches her climax Fred does as well. His head tips back and he lets out a low moan as he releases all over his stomach, his cock twitching in his hand. Fred continues to lightly stroke himself as he comes down from his high, his breath coming out in hard pants.

When he gets to be too sensitive he releases himself, letting his cock lay against his stomach. He reaches for his wand so he can clean himself off with a simple spell. But an even better idea pops into his head.

“Accio, camera,” he casts, watching as the top drawer of their dresser opens and his camera starts to fly over to him. He grips the camera and points it at himself, so his body from his torso to the tops of his thighs are in shot. Fred makes sure that his limp cock and the come on his stomach is the center of the photo, and once he’s pleased with the shot he clicks the shutter button.

Fred places the camera on his bed as the photo prints and develops, grabbing his wand and cleaning himself off with a spell. He pulls his boxers back up and gets out of bed, rummaging around for some parchment and a quill. Once he finds what he needs he writes out a quick letter to Y/N.

To my dearest Y/N,

I’m glad to hear everything is going well with work. I’m so proud of you and the things you do. Things at the shop are going well, the new range of whiz-bangs sold out in just a few days. I’m missing you like mad, I can’t wait for you to get home.

Those photos you sent me were very naughty. How dare you pleasure yourself like that without Daddy’s permission. I think Daddy’s going to have to punish you when he finally gets his hands on you. 10 spanks sounds fair, doesn’t it princess? I think you deserve it, after the mess you caused Daddy to make all over himself.

Love you lots and lots and lots and lots, Freddie Eddie Spaghetti

Fred grabs the now developed photo from his bed as he reads over the letter, a satisfied smile on his face. He folds up the letter and tucks it into an envelope along with the photo before he seals it and addresses it to Y/N. As he goes to leave his room he spots a piece of folded up parchment on his floor and he grabs it, opening it up as he heads towards the window in the kitchen.

I’m going to Angelina’s. Use a silencing charm next time you perv.

Fred laughs at George’s note as he sends their owl away with his letter, already thinking about taking advantage of his brother’s absence.

-

“Someone is in a good mood this morning,” George muses as Fred saunters down into the shop just before opening.

Fred adjusts his tie as he joins his brother at the till, a huge smile on his face. Just like last week, a letter had arrived from Y/N this morning with another filthy set of photos. This time she was in a lingerie set that Fred didn’t recognize, and she brought herself to her climax using one of the toys Fred had purchased for her as a Valentine’s Day present earlier in the year. Fred had just enough time to bring himself to his own orgasm and write her back before he had to get dressed and head down to work.

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Fred asks as he unlocks the door and turns the open sign on with a wave of his wand. “The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It’s a beautiful day, Georgie.”

George looks Fred over before he scrunches his face up in disgust. “Y/N sent you another letter today didn’t she?” When Fred sends George a wink he gags. “Bloody disgusting. I hope you washed your hands.”

“And why would Fred need to be washing his hands?” Verity asks as she comes back from the storeroom with some more love potions to be stocked.

Fred’s face flushes red as George start to laugh. “No reason in particular,” he stutters out. Fred turns to George and glares at him. “You’re such an arse.” Fred moves to hit George upside the head, but he ducks his brother’s advance and heads over to help the two customers that have just walked in the door.

“You lot don’t pay me enough to deal with this,” Verity says as she chuckles and shakes her head.

-

Fred sighs to himself as he sits up in bed, his eyes scanning over some of his notes. He and George are in the early days of developing some new products, and he’s working out some of the initial bugs before they start production next week. At least that’s what he’s supposed to be doing, but his mind is definitely elsewhere. Y/N’s third letter had arrived a few days ago, and he can’t help but let his mind wander to the new photoset sitting in his bedside drawer. It seems that his threats of punishment have fallen on deaf ears, because the photos Y/N has sent have been dirtier each time, and he can’t help but imagine what will be waiting for him in the envelope when her final letter arrives in a few days.

“What do you want?” Fred asks dully when there’s a knock at his door, not bothering to look up at George.

��That’s an awfully rude way to greet your girlfriend after you haven’t seen her for nearly a month,” Y/N says, the smile evident in her voice.

Fred’s head snaps up immediately, a smile taking over his face. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He immediately climbs off the bed and heads over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N drops her bag on the ground and wraps her arms around Fred’s neck, pulling him down so she can kiss him sweetly. “We finished everything up a few days early. Figured I’d come home and surprise you.”

Fred presses their lips together again hotly, his hands moving down to Y/N’s thighs. He lifts her up, his hands gripping her tightly and moves her over to the bed. “God I missed you,” he murmurs into their kiss, before he tosses her onto the bed.

“Couldn’t have missed me too much, not with all the photos I sent you,” Y/N giggles as she lays back on the bed.

Fred’s eyes darken and he can’t help but let out a groan as he thinks about those pictures. He can feel himself start to get aroused, and he grabs his wand, waving it so that his door slams shut, and locks and a silencing charm falls around his room.

“Such a naughty girl you were, Y/N. Taking those photos without Daddy’s permission,” he scolds, his voice low and rough.

Y/N squirms on the bed, looking up at Fred as innocent as possible. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted to make you feel good while I was gone,” she explains sweetly. “And clearly it worked, that photo you sent me made me so wet, Daddy.”

Fred bites his lip as he watches her squirm on the bed, taking pride in the fact that he can see a blush forming on her cheeks. “Oh, you made Daddy feel very good, princess. But you were still being a little brat. And you know what happens to brats? Don’t you?”

Y/N can feel herself getting wet as arousal starts to build in her stomach. She’s been waiting for this moment since Fred mentioned spanking her in his first letter. “They get punished,” she responds airily, fists clenching to keep from touching herself.

“That’s right princess, they get punished.” Fred pauses, letting his eyes roam up and down Y/N’s body. “Daddy think 30 swats is good, 15 on each cheek. Don’t you think, princess?” Fred smirks when Y/N lets out a whine as she nods wildly. “What should I use, hm? My hand? Or should I get the paddle?”

“Your hand, please,” Y/N begs. As much as she loves the paddle, she craves the feeling of Fred’s hand on her ass.

Fred smirks down at her. “Normally brats don’t get what they want. But you asked so nicely, princess.” Fred tears his gaze away from Y/N and takes seat on the end of their bed. “Get naked for Daddy and come stand in front of me.”

Y/N immediately gets off of the bed and rids herself of all of her clothing. Normally when they play this game she loves to drag it out and tease Fred endlessly. But she’s been on the edge for nearly 4 weeks and Fred has already been preparing to punish her, and she doesn’t want to find out what he’ll do if she’s even more naughty now that they’re finally back together. Y/N comes to stand in front of Fred, feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“God you are so gorgeous, princess,” Fred compliments, his hand reaching out to lightly grip her hip. He rubs circles into the bare skin, reassuring her. “Come on then. Get in Daddy’s lap.” Fred helps Y/N get situated across his lap, laying on her front. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, letting his hand run down her back, over her bum and to her thigh. “Do you have anything to say to Daddy? Before he gives you your punishment,” he drawls, his hand pushing in between her legs to rub at her wet folds.

Y/N gasps at his touch, her eyes falling closed. “I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Daddy,” she moans out as Fred rubs her clit ever so slightly.

“Thank you princess,” he says softly, removing his hand from her core. He places it on her bum instead, lightly massaging one of her cheeks. “Daddy’s not mad at you, princess. But you still have to be punished, do you understand?” When Y/N nods he smiles. “Good girl. I want you to count for me, okay?”

“Yes Daddy,” Y/N responds, getting comfortable in Fred’s lap. A squeak leaves her mouth as Fred lands the first slap to her ass. “One,” she counts breathily. Before she has a chance to recover from the first hit, Fred is landing another hit to her cheek causing her to moan. “Two.”

Fred smirks down at the writhing mess Y/N has turned into after her first 15 spanks. Her right bum cheek is bright red, and Fred resists his urge to lean down to kiss it. “Are you doing alright, Princess? Can you take 15 more?” Fred asks quietly, reaching up to stroke Y/N’s hair. As much as he loves being rough with her, he never wants to hurt her or make her uncomfortable in any way. He’s rock hard in his trousers already, and he wants to make sure she’s getting as much pleasure from this as he is.

“Yes, Daddy. Need more. ‘M a naughty girl, I need to be punished,” she responds desperately. Y/N is soaking wet and her stomach is a pool of arousal. A few tears have snuck out of her eyes from how turned on she is, and she’s basking in the warmth left behind on her bum from Fred’s hand.

“Good girl,” Fred praises, leaning down to press a few kisses to Y/N’s shoulder. “You can use your safe word at any time, you know that right?” When Y/N nods he presses another kiss to her shoulder and starts to massage the bum cheek he hasn’t hit yet. “Count for me again, princess, okay?”

Y/N nods, letting out a moan a Fred lands the first hit to her cheek. “One,” she whines, lifting her hips up to encourage him to spank her again. Fred suddenly lands three hits in a row, causing a few more tears to leak out of her eyes as she moans. “Two, three, four,” she stutters out.

By the time Fred lands the last hit to her ass, Y/N is desperate for release. She’s slowly moving her hips forward, desperate for any kind of friction against her clit. “Daddy please,” she begs.

“Look at my desperate little baby,” he coos, moving Y/N’s hair out of her face so he can see the desperation on it. “Such a good girl you were, princess. Such a good girl for Daddy. C’mere let me kiss you.”

Fred helps Y/N straddle his waist and tucks a few stray hairs behind her ear. He kisses her deeply, his tongue immediately licking into her mouth. Y/N moans into the kiss, rolling her hips against the rough fabric of Fred’s trousers. Fred groans at the contact on his clothed cock, his hips rolling up to meet hers. “God, so fucking desperate for it aren’t you, princess?” he asks as his lips start to trail kisses down her neck.

Y/N nods, tipping her head back to give Fred more room to kiss. “Need you so bad, Daddy. Missed your cock. That’s what I was thinkin’ about in all those photos. Thinkin’ about how much I love your cock and how good it feels inside of me.”

Fred groans into Y/N’s neck and pulls away so he can look at her. “That’s so fucking hot, princess. Imagining you lying in bed, touching yourself and thinking of me.” Fred kisses Y/N again. “Go on and show Daddy how you touch yourself, princess. Get in bed and pleasure yourself for me.”

Y/N crawls off of Fred’s lap and onto the bed, settling down in the middle of it. One of her hands starts to pinch and twist her nipple, while the other runs down her body and settles at her core. She watches as Fred stands up and starts to undress himself, her index finger starting to rub small circles on her clit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, tilting her head back.

Once Fred is fully nude he kneels on the bed next to Y/N’s head and takes himself in his hand. He starts to slowly stroke his cock, his eyes crawling over every inch of Y/N’s body. There’s a flush that creeps up her chest, over her neck and to her cheeks and her hips are slowly rocking as she teases her clit.

“So pretty, princess. You look so pretty touching yourself for Daddy,” Fred praises.

Y/N turns her head to look at Fred as she feels her orgasm approaching. She opens her mouth, silently asking Fred to let her suck him off. When he doesn’t immediately give in, she whines. “Please let me suck your cock, Daddy. Please.”

Fred reaches down with his free hand to cup Y/N’s cheek. “Fucking hell you’re desperate for it princess.” He pushes his hips forward just enough so Y/N can wrap her lips around the head of his cock.

Y/N whines around Fred’s cock, her head starting to move up and down. She lets her tongue wrap around the head on each pull back, wanting Fred to release into her mouth. When he starts to slowly fuck his hips forward she hums around him in encouragement. As her climax builds she starts to rub harder circles on her clit, desperate for release.

“Fuck princess, gonna make Daddy come,” Fred moans, his eyes watching his cock disappear into her mouth.

Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as she reaches her orgasm, her whole body trembling. She moans around Fred’s cock as pleasure flows through her, causing him to suddenly release into her mouth. Her motions on her clit slow down as Fred’s cock twitches in her mouth and she swallows his release. As Fred slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth Y/N stops her movement on her clit, bringing her hand up to clean off her finger.

“Holy fuck,” Fred pants, watching Y/N’s lips wrap around her finger. “You are so fucking amazing,” he says in awe. Fred’s cock which hadn’t even gone fully soft starts to harden again as Y/N looks up at him. “Look at what you do to Daddy, princess. His cock is already hard for you again.”

Y/N smiles as she gets up to her knees. She wraps one hand around his cock and starts to slowly stroke it, while her other goes to his neck so she can pull their lips together. Fred’s mouth immediately overpowers hers, and he forces his tongue into her mouth. Fred is fully hard in Y/N’s hand now, and as they kiss he maneuvers them so he’s sitting with his back up against the wall, and Y/N is sitting in his lap.

“Need your cock Daddy,” Y/N whines, pulling her mouth away from Fred’s. “Fuck me Daddy, please.”

Fred chuckles, his hands falling onto Y/N’s hips. “Go on then, princess. Fuck yourself on my cock since you’re so desperate for it.” Fred suppresses a groan as Y/N grinds down against him. Fred and Y/N have tried nearly every sexual position either of them could think of, and they both know that being on top is low on Y/N’s list of favorites; she much prefers it when Fred holds her down and fucks her into the mattress.

“Daddy,” she pouts, grinding down against him again.

Fred narrows his eyes at her and resists his urge to kiss her. “Princess,” he warns. “If you wanna be a desperate cock slut, then be a desperate cock slut and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Maybe if you’re a good girl and you come on Daddy’s cock he’ll give you what you want.”

Y/N perks up at that, and she leans forward to kiss Fred slowly as she rises to her knees. One of her hands’ rests on his shoulder, while the other reaches back to grasp the base of his cock.

Fred breaks their kiss so he can watch as Y/N lines him up with her entrance. Y/N whines as she sinks down, her eyes fluttering shut at how full she feels. She sinks down until their hips meet and Fred is fully inside of her.

“Fuck you’re tight, princess. Always so tight for Daddy,” he praises. He groans as Y/N starts to roll her hips, his grip on her tightening. “Go on, baby,” he encourages. “Get yourself off on my cock.”

“Oh,” Y/N moans, her hands gripping Fred’s shoulders tightly. She starts to slowly pick herself up, stopping when Fred is only halfway inside her, before she slams herself back down. “So good, Daddy,” she pants.

Y/N fucks herself on Fred’s cock like that for a few minutes, growing frustrated when she fails to hit the spot inside of her that will bring her to her orgasm. “Daddy please,” she whines.

“Come on, princess. You know how to fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Come around Daddy’s cock and he’ll give you what you want,” he encourages.

Y/N leans back, placing a hand on each of Fred’s thighs and uses the leverage to lift herself up. “Oh fuck,” she gasps as she sinks back down, the tip of Fred’s cock finally brushing her sweet spot.

“You look so pretty, princess. Getting yourself off on my cock,” Fred praises, helping Y/N to lift her hips off of him. “Such a good girl.”

Y/N moans as she fucks herself on Fred’s cock, already feeling her orgasm approaching. She starts to move her hips desperately, searching for her release. “So close, Daddy. Touch me Daddy please,” she pleads.

Fred smirks before he leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Come on, Princess, come on Daddy’s cock,” he encourages, one of his hands leaving her hip so he can rub circles on her clit.

With one more downwards movement of her hips Y/N’s walls tighten around Fred as she comes, her body shaking as her orgasm rolls through her. “That’s it, princess. Such a good girl,” Fred coos quietly, his thumb slowing its motion and his hips rocking slightly to help her through her orgasm.

Fred kisses Y/N slowly as her breathing starts to return to normal. She shifts around on his cock as their lips move together and it takes everything in Fred to not come right there. “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, princess. Doing so well,” he says, breaking their kiss. “Can you take more, baby? D’you want Daddy to fuck you into the mattress?” Fred pecks Y/N’s lips. “It’s okay if you don’t baby. Daddy just wants to take care of you.”

“Want you to come inside me Daddy,” Y/N tells him, looking into Fred’s eyes. “Want you to pin me down and fuck me into the mattress.”

Fred doesn’t need to be told twice. He kisses Y/N hard and flips them over so her back is on the bed and he’s hovering over her. He throws both of her legs over his shoulders, pinning her to the mattress with his hips. He braces himself with one hand as his other comes up to grip Y/N’s throat and he pulls all the way out before he slams back into her.

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” Y/N moans as Fred starts to fuck into her relentlessly. The tip of his cock is brushing the spot inside of her and she’s already so sensitive from her previous two orgasms, and with the way Fred is gripping the side of her neck she knows she won’t last long.

“God, princess,” Fred grunts as Y/N’s walls clench around him. “Such a good pussy. You always feel go good wrapped around Daddy.” Fred lands a particularly hard slam as Y/N moves to touch herself. “Hands off, princess. Want you to come just from my cock. Can you do that for Daddy?”

Y/N nods, too busy moaning and whining to answer Fred verbally. Her body feels like it’s on fire, her toes curling and her back arching as she reaches her climax. “Daddy,” she moans lowly, as she comes around Fred’s cock, a few stray tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

“Fuck princess,” Fred moans. Y/N’s walls tighten and twitch around him, bringing him to his own release. His hips still as he empties himself inside of her and he crashes their lips together. Fred slows their kiss down as they both recover, unable to stop the smirk that forms on his mouth when Y/N whines as he slowly pulls out of her. Fred collapses on the bed next to Y/N and she immediately cuddles into his side as he wraps his arm around her.

“I love you,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.  

Fred turns his head so he can kiss her properly, not pulling away until they both need to breathe. “I love you too, Y/N,” he says softly. “Are you alright? Did I go too far?”

Y/N shakes her head, chuckling at Fred’s concern. “Not at all, love. It was incredible.” She pauses so she can press a kiss to his neck. “I’m glad I have the next few days off, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

Fred laughs and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Good thing I have you all to myself because I have quite a few plans for us.”

Y/N looks up at him, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “Oh yeah? What might those be?”

“Let’s just say our cameras are definitely going to need more film when I’m done with you.”

[buckyownsmylife]

Walk Away - Tom Hardy smut

The one where Tom is your mentor and really shouldn’t feel this attracted to you.

Warnings: smut, age gap, famous!reader, mentor!Tom Hardy, breeding kink, risky sex, tiny insinuation of a size kink, (blink and you’ll miss), mention of a panic attack with barely any descriptions of it

Word count: 3k>

Tom’s P.O.V.

“Tom.” I stopped rubbing the sleep off my eyes the second my name fell from her lips. I didn’t need her to identify herself - I didn’t need to check the caller’s ID. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, regardless of just how groggy I was. But the tone in which she said my name, the tired, dead feeling shining through it, was what really startled me awake. “Tom, I need you.”

The desperation in her voice scared me, and I was out of bed before I could even realize what I was doing. “You’re home?” I confirmed, waiting only for the expected answer while I looked for my keys. “I’ll be there in five. Hang on tight.”

The night was cold, but I don’t think I would have noticed it if it wasn’t for the chill that had me freezing from the inside. I didn’t even consider changing out of my sleepwear - sweatpants and a loose shirt - mostly because I didn’t want to waste time on something so trivial, especially since it wasn’t that different from what I’d normally wear around her.

I’d known her for over four years now. I’d never witnessed this level of distress on her. In fact, she was never anything short of enthusiastic and happy, a bubble of sunshine that managed to energize everyone around her. For her to be this way, something big had to have happened, and it pained me to imagine just what could have been. 

It pained me to imagine her suffering, and not being there to help. So I stepped on the pedal, driving madly, knowing my own heartbeat would only get back to a regular pace once I had her in my arms again, could smell her perfume as I buried my face in her hair.

She wasn’t by the door when I got to her house, so I let myself in with the extra key that I had, noticing all the lights were off. There was only one place she could be. 

My feet took me there without even having to think about it, like there was some sort of instinctive calling from her body to mine. When I got to her bedroom, a dim light showed just how effective that connection was, as I pushed in to find her laying on her bed, waiting for me.

“What happened?” She sat up when I pushed the door open, quietly closing it behind me, and for a second there was no reaction as she took in my presence, like she needed time to realize I really was there. But then her eyes glistened, denouncing a flow of tears, and she just shook her head, as if asking me to contain my curiosity for just a bit.

“Can you just hug me?” She asked, and I felt my heart squeeze at the realization of just how unaware she was of my feelings for her. I’d do anything, anything for the woman in front of me. A hug was nothing, and I ached to have her in my arms anyway.

I sat by her side and immediately, she was on me, climbing on my lap until she could hide her face on the crook of my neck, and I froze only momentarily before wrapping my arms around her smaller body. Despite how wrong it morally felt - particularly when I remembered I wasn’t wearing any type of underwear - I couldn’t deny how right it was to both my heart and my body, how much it comforted me to feel her this close.

So there we stayed, for God knows how long. We didn’t speak - I was waiting for her decision to explain what had happened, and she clearly needed to come to terms with whatever it was. Just being there for her was enough for me, so I kept rubbing her back, eventually pulling away to press kisses on her temple, trying to ignore how her little sighs of comfort made me feel.

“I-I think I’m ready to talk.” The second I couldn’t feel her warm breath against my neck anymore, I felt cold again, but to my surprise, she didn’t climb down my lap, didn’t try to put some space between us. 

Instead, her arms remained around my shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of my shirt, making me shiver every once in a while when her nails dragged along my flesh.

“Okay,” I encouraged, only because she seemed nervous to say whatever it was that she wanted to tell me, her eyes avoiding mine before she finally managed to meet my gaze again, after taking a deep breath.

“Shawn broke up with me.” A sharp inhale resonated throughout the room, and it took me a few seconds to figure out it had been my own doing. I’d never liked her boyfriend, not ever since she first told me they had been going out, and despite how hard I tried to hide it from her, she had always been aware of my true feelings for him. 

Knowing he was the one to blame for her current state of mind only served to turn my concern into anger. 

“Why?” That was the only thing I could think to ask, the only thing I could focus on as I struggled not to throw her on the bed and run out after him. But I’d never be able to leave her alone, especially not since she was so clearly vulnerable.

There was another second of hesitation before she finally revealed, “It was because of you, actually.” Now that froze me into a state of shock. I couldn't speak, couldn’t think, all I could do was stare down at the face of the woman I loved who looked like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me.

“What?” Her giggle made my heart skip a beat for a second. It felt good to know that she was already starting to feel better, it felt even greater to know that I was the reason for her laughter, even if I was still fucking confused.

“Don’t worry about it.” Now that just wasn’t good enough. I needed to know, needed to understand. How had I been the cause for their break-up? But she didn’t seem too eager to open up about this specific part of her day, and so I decided to break out the big guns.

I laid her down on the bed, hovering over her so our eyes remained connected. “Tell me,” I quietly begged, and although she still looked anxious, I knew she was close to breaking. “I really want to know.”

She sighed, eyes closing for only an instant and for that instant, I allowed myself to believe that she was breathing me in, appreciating the feeling of being covered by my much larger body, exactly like I did.

“He was jealous,” she finally admitted, but the frown in my face only deepened, asking her for more information. “He felt like I prefered your company over his, which to be fair, it’s the truth. When I’m with you, I never want to leave.”

I didn’t know what to say. So I just stood there, frozen, looking deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of mockery, but found none. She looked hurt, but not like she regretted what happened. It just looked like she needed me there.

And so I stayed. I laid down by her side on the bed and pulled her to me, so her head rested on my chest, and I thought. I thought long and hard about what she’d told me and about how I felt. I thought so much, in fact, that I could see a panic attack forming, as the weight of my feelings threatened to suffocate me, and before I could realize what I was doing, I was already sitting up on the bed and looking for my keys.

“Where are you going?” She rubbed the sleep off her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening, but to be quite honest, I didn’t understand it myself. I just knew I needed to get the hell out of there, or I would end up saying something I’d regret. “I’m so comfy, can’t you just stay?”

It was so hard to breathe that my chest heaved with the labour of getting each breath in and out, so I forced myself to focus on it, stopping only for a few seconds, but it was enough to have me spilling things I’d been managing to hide for years.

“Don’t ask me that. Please.” My voice sounded hoarse, like I hadn’t used it in too long. “Because I’ll stay, and it’ll only hurt me further.” That caught her attention, wiping any remnants of sleep from her in an instant. 

“I wish I could walk away from you. Time and time again I wished for it, when you began dating that jerk, when I first realized I had feelings for you… but I just can’t. I’d do anything for you. All I can think about is you, all the fucking time. I want you so fucking much. I love you way too much. And being just your friend, your mentor, your confidant, is killing me.”

I closed my eyes to catch my breath, trying to focus, trying to make anything make sense again. In that time, I feared the worst. I thought about her leaving, her hand leaving a warm imprint on my face as she slapped me. I thought about her (rightfully, in my mind) accusing me of betraying her, calling me a monster, a pervert. 

I thought I had imagined every possible scenario, but I was still surprised when I opened my eyes to find her seating on the edge of her bed, gaze resting on mine, licking her lips. “I wanna feel you,” she said, and my mind swirled with this unexpected outcome.

“Excuse me?” I scrambled to keep myself up, finding a hold in the back of a nearby chair, my entire body trembling with the effort to hold back, the effort to think and listen, instead of just doing what my instincts begged me to do - pounce on her and fuck her raw.

“I want you inside of me,” she calmly stated, like it was no big deal. It was clear that it was the best way she had found to ask me for what she wanted, but I just couldn’t believe it.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Y-you want me?” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, understanding the delicate nature of this situation, anxious to not let it slip through my fingers nor hold it so tightly it would end up breaking and hurting me in the process. 

I closed the gap between us, getting out of the bed to come stand in front of him, hoping the proximity would ease him the same way having his body near would calm me.

“I’ve always wanted you,” I confirmed, hoping he’d see just how truthful the statement was, needing him to see how much more I wanted to say. “But right now…” Without thinking, my hand reached out to fiddle with the edge of his shirt, the sight of the boner struggling against his sweatpants unmistakable to me. “Right now, I’ll do anything if you just touch me.” 

A sharp exhale of breath, his warmth hit my face, giving me a taste of what was to come. But I wanted the real thing. I wanted to know how it felt from his lips, to have his tongue forcing my mouth open, making me forget my need to breathe.

“I need you.” I got what I wanted then. His face lowered to mine, mouth finally close enough for me to reach, after what felt like years of desire. And it was everything that I’d always imagined his kiss to be - overpowering, dominating and overwhelmingly him. I was instantly addicted.

When he finally allowed our lips to part, taken by his need to breathe, I slowly began to peel away my clothes, fingers trembling in quiet desperation for him to see this for what it truly was: the meeting of desire and lust after years of denial and repression.

“Please fuck me,” I pleaded as my naked body was revealed to him inch by inch, willing to do whatever would get me what I needed. “I swear I can handle you.” That last part was added almost as an afterthought, when I watched his hand curl around a tightness I’d never witnessed in real life before.

I knew what was going through his head - the fight between what was expected of us and what we wanted, our feelings and our professions, but nothing else mattered to me more than knowing he’d spear me open with his length.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me.” Just that order was enough to have me whining low in the back of my throat, but I did as he said, even held my ankles so his view of me would be unobstructed. But that meant I had to watch him as he knelt by the bed and took a hold of my legs, licking his lips in desire at what he saw.

“Please, please, fuck me,” I repeated, knowing I wouldn’t handle his lips on me right now. I needed his thickness, his hardness, I needed to be filled by him, to feel him inside of me.

“Let me just get a taste,” he tried to convince me, eyes focused on the apex of my thighs. I almost laughed at how it looked like his mouth was watering as he stared at my exposed pussy, but my need was far too great to allow me any sort of distraction.

“Later, okay? You can eat me out as long as you want, just… later.” That had his head snapping up, gaze at last meeting mine with a soft sentiment that I knew was at least half vulnerability.

My poor Tommy. Even after all of my confessions, he still couldn’t believe that what was happening was actually real. He still doubted I would want him in the morning, as something more than what I wanted him when I called him tonight.

“Touch me, Tom,” I quietly asked, raising his hand to where I was aching for him, rubbing myself with his thumb. “Touch me right here, please, I’m begging you.”

Hearing those words fall from my lips changed something in him. Where once he was hesitant, a sudden confident smirk, almost arrogant, slowly spread over his lips, taking over his entire aura.

Tom’s P.O.V.

“So needy for me…” I whispered as I witnessed the truth behind my statement. She was sopping wet, almost dripping down the duvet, and as much as I wanted to get my mouth on her, I could accept that we’d have the time to do that later.

I loved the idea of a later.

“I’ll take care of you, darling.” I whispered as I climbed up her body once more, occupying the space between her thighs like I was always meant to be there. “Let me take care of you.”

I brushed my lips against hers, relishing in this closeness, in the moment just before it all changed. I was sure she could feel the weight of my cock against her thigh, and it was probably what prompted her to wrap her arms around my shoulders, breathlessly telling me, “Yes. Yes, please.”

Hissing as I finally slid my length inside of her, I knew I was in trouble the second I bottomed out, biting on her shoulder to keep myself from groaning and drowning out her delicious little sounds. She felt too good. No one should feel this good.

A broken gasp (or was it a moan) called my attention, taking me from my efforts of restraining myself to her, completely. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, brushing the hair away from her face as I watched her open her eyes and blink a few times, trying to keep tears from flowing down her cheeks. “Does it hurt?”

But she just shook her head, hands searching mine until she could lace our fingers together. “No,” she breathed, hips jutting up in a silent way of asking me to move. “It feels so good.”

I bit the inside of my cheek in an effort not to smile widely at her admission, finally allowing myself to slowly begin dragging my cock out of her tight channel before pushing it in again.

“It does?” I questioned, loving to hear her say it. “Well, I’ll always make you feel this good, baby. How does that sound?” She moaned out loud as I lowered my head to lave her breasts with attention, relishing in every little sound that escaped her beautiful lips as I pounded her on the bed.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl, darling.” Another loud moan was all I got as a response, paired with her fingernails biting on the skin of my back. “My good girl, yes?” I insisted, rubbing my jaw against her neck, breathing her in.

I was drunk on her, on this entire experience, still not quite believing it was really happening. She was really here, getting fucked by me. “You’ll be my good girl? Just mine? Forever?”

A smile spread out over her lips, even as she threw her head back to moan a “Yes.” I chuckled against her chest, starting to suck little bruises here and there, wanting to see her all marked up on me, when she interrupted my plans with a breathless comment, “You talk dirty.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I chuckled against her lips, right as she started to convulse underneath me, clinging to my back for dear life. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Her nails scratched me as she found her bliss, and I wasn’t too far behind. As I started to pick up my pace, really milking her orgasm while searching for mine, it was her words that brought me to my ultimate release.

“C-cum inside, I want it inside of me.” I knew she wasn’t in any form of contraception, and I also knew this wasn’t the right time for either of us to become parents, but to say the idea didn’t arouse me was a lie. 

Flashes of her young body with my baby in it had my cock twitching, the risk of getting my perfect future right then too exciting. She’d be the perfect mother, I just knew it. And the fact that she would take the chance of becoming the mother of my child right then affected me so much that even after I emptied myself inside of her, I was still hard.

Her fingers played with my curls as I rested my head between her breasts, breathing her in, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t believe I get to sleep next to you tonight,” she said, melting my heart right then and there. “I hate it when you’re away.”

I did too. But I’d never need to be again.