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obxcc · 5 months ago

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ thinking about how bsf/baby daddy!jj and puppy!reader even got into this mess of raising a kid together

cw . . . profanity , unplanned pregnancy , smut 18+ ( unprotected sex , daddy kink , degradation , praise , size kink , accidental cream pie ) , plan b not working

in a house full of really hot people , it’s bound that the single ones are going to fuck like rabbits any chance they get. it’s science.

that’s what jj would say every time you two had the discussion of maybe calling it quits on the friends with benefits that live together with all of their friends thing you had going on. but of course , it never lasted long. you were too horny— for him specifically. he knew your body like his own , and he had no problem showing you just how much he knew you all of the time.

it’s not like you could avoid him. he was your best friend. you did everything with him. if jj maybank was anywhere , everyone knew you weren’t too far away. people noticed that you were closer to each other than most best friends , but they never commented on it. just once.

“sorry we don’t fit your social norm , john b , but i’d like to remind you that you kissed kiara once. that’s not very friendly either,” you’d reply , defending you and jj’s friendship whenever jj’s hand drifted a little too low to grip at your ass when you hugged. john b would just whine that it was years ago and he was sorry for saying anything.

later that night , jj couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth , low and raspy in your ear. “do friends do this , baby? huh? cause you’re the one always wanting my dick. actin’ like a bitch in fucking heat,” he grunted , grinding his hips into yours from behind. his entire weight was pushing you deeper in the mattress , forcing you to take everything he was giving you.

and god , you just took it , moaning back as he gave you an especially hard thrust before wrapping his arm under your throat and pulling you up just a little bit. “y’gonna answer me?” he asked , a hint of a moan ripping from his mouth when he saw the fucked out look on your face, “we just friends?”

“fuck , no , daddy!” you cried , trying your best to move your hips back into his , needing more, “please don’t stop!”

jj let go of you , causing your face to drop into the pillows again before he was flipping you both over and situating you on his lap. you whined , knowing he’d make you put in some of the work , and looked down. his cock rested against your stomach , stopping just below your belly button. “put that shit back in , pup. go to fuckin’ town,” he instructed , catching his breath and slapping the side of your ass, “c’mon.”

you lifted your hips , hand guiding him to your entrance before sinking back down into jj’s lap in one go. “fuck , s’big,” you mewled , yanking him into a sloppy kiss as you started bouncing up and down. you were swallowing each other’s moans at this point while you humped his lap as fast as possible.

“you take it so good , though,” jj smiled up at you , hand coming down on your ass again before helping your hips move, “can see myself up in your stomach,” he almost laughed , taking his other hand to rest on your lower belly and pressing down. your head fell back as you held onto jj’s shoulders for dear life. moans were floating around the room , yours mixing with his.

“shit , shit , shit. m’gonna cum , daddy,” you tried to warn him before it happened , but the head of his dick pounding into you just right was enough to make you cream around him and plant yourself on his lap.

“fuck! get off , get—“ jj whimpered , hips stuttering into yours as his hands gripped at the fat on your hips as his orgasm finally hit. you could feel his cum shooting into you , filling you impossibly more. “fuck,” he groaned , letting his head drop to your chest.

you swirled your hips when jj’s mouth latched onto your nipple , sucking it in and moving his tongue over your sick. “j,” you sighed , starting to build your rhythm again.

because shit , he’d already busted inside of you. might as well go a few more rounds. make the plan b worth it.

now here you were , sneaking through sarah’s bathroom cabinet to find the spare pregnancy test you knew she had. it had been far too long since you’d gotten your period , and you know the pill always fucked with you and your flow , but something felt wrong.

your tits hurt. so much so that jj smugly offered to suck on them until they felt better. and usually , you’d comply , but this time you smacked his hand away before going to your room. you’d been nauseous and crankier than usual. you just needed to know. so , you’d take the stupid test now and replace it before sarah noticed.

that was the plan before you looked down and saw the happy , little smiley face staring back at you. “jj!”

it had been so long since jj heard someone screaming his name like that. he didn’t hesitate to jump from the couch and come running upstairs to make sure you were good. “what’s goin’ on?” he asked all out of breath as he stood in the bathroom doorway. and then he saw it.

“looks like we should’ve stopped hitting it raw that night,” you chuckled , tossing him the test with tears in your eyes. he caught it , bouncing it between his hands for a moment before being able to properly read it.

#puppy!reader #babydaddy!jj #bsf!jj #jj maybank #jj maybank smut #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank obx #jj prompt #jj maybank concept #jj obx #jj maybank fluff

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justchelleing · 2 years ago

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Dazai arguing with his S/o

Inspired by: Soysaucefu

TW! Cursing, explicit language, angst, alcohol,

Type: Hcs/Oneshot

Genre: Fluff/Comfort, little Angst

Pairing: Dazai x Reader

A/n: I am not used to doing fluff with Dazai :( Like anything Dazai related Oneshot is always angst. I should've made Dazai's part a Oneshot...

This is only one character because it's so fucking long... And stressful

Dazai Osamu (Ada)

Red flag, red flag, red flag! Big red flag!

This man is so fucking toxic and shit! If you're basing off of my oneshots man this man is shit! But hot

I believe that if he ever fell in love, he would be Lovesick.

Too the point that he would cry if his s/o would leave him.

He's a womanizer

If he doesn't cheat or plans to murder you accidentally then he loves you.

You don't argue with him often because you knew it was a loosing game to begin with if it's your fault. But if it HIS fault that you two argued...

"You fucking womanizing manwhore!" You hissed at him.

"What about it?! It's not like I did it more than once!" He replied getting closer to you.

"So you admit fucking cheating?" You raised a brow at him raising your head as you looked at him.

"Yeah! If it would make a bitch like you shut up." He taunted.

"How dare you-" you gasped but he interrupted you.

"What?! She is prettier than you!" He raises his voice making your eyes widen.

After his comment a loud slap was heard. His cheeks are now swollen as you looked at him with anger, and tears left the corner of your eyes. You slapping him did everything to make him sober. His eyes widened and his lips parted but no sound left his mouth. You bit your lower lip.

"I'm leaving.." you muttered, laying your head low as you turned back and grabbed your purse along with your coat.

"Wait-" he pleaded but was cut off by you closing the door on him.

He was speechless as he fell down the floor. After you left the apartment, you are not doing better than him. Tears refused to stop flowing as you sniffled. You were soaked by the rain and you walked through the streets of Yokohama, sobbing.

When you finally calmed down and went back to the apartment, you were shocked by the sight of Dazai. Bottles of alcohol was scattered on the floor, his hair was messy and some of his bandage was everywhere. When you entered, the door creaked and as you closed it, it released a loud thud. He was shirtless, laying on the couch and a pillow was on his face, covering it. His eyes were full of dark circles and red from crying. When he heard the door close he sat up to see you hanging your soaked coat on the hanger. He rushed towards you, discarding the pillow. He hugged you tightly, upon seeing his state your plan to break up with him was also discarded.

"I'm sorry.. I never meant those words... Please" he muttered between sobs burying his face on the crook of your neck. You put your arms around him, returning the hug as you patted his back to comfort him. Now both of you were soaked.

"I only kissed her while I was drunk.. I'm sorry.." He cried, holding your shoulder as he shook you. Now you refused to stop crying. You fell down to your knees and brought your hands to your face. He hugged you and muttered "sorrys". He apologized over and over while you comforted him.

The rain stopped and the sun rose. You both cuddled at the couch feeling the warmth of each other's embrace. You both shared a brisk yet passionate kiss muttering "I love yous" to each other's ears.

Ps: I procrastinated for a whole week. I was supposed to make a bigass project and deadline is tomorrow but guess what my dumbass did... I have a deadline tomorrow so I'll continue other part next week :)

Peace out virgins!

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mysafehaneul · 2 years ago

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Chapter 8 Part 4 (M)

In the dimly lit room, where the only illumination was the moonlight filtering through the windows, you lay on Wonwoo's chest. The dawn was approaching, and as the hours passed, your mouth started moving on its own in the room where only Wonwoo's soft breathing echoed.

"Three days before the accident," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "Noella came in drenched in rain with bloodshot eyes. I thought something was wrong with her, Noel, or Joshua. When I asked her what was wrong, she just screamed the same question at me: 'How long have you been in love with my husband?' I had no answer to her question."

You sniffled as you continued your story. "She told me that all this time, I was around her because I thought in any way I could still have a chance with her husband. I kept telling myself that it was not the case anymore and called me a plotting bitch, accusing me of scheming her into a debt of favors. She felt obligated to be grateful for my help in her business, sponsoring her wedding, and even being there during the time of her child's birth."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "When she said that, it really hurt. The idea of Joshua was out of my mind and heart just three months into their relationship. But people around me who knew about this always thought that everything I did out of love was linked to Joshua and not Noella." You sniffed again. "But I don't blame her for thinking like that because I know how Noella was. When someone who has always been exposed to the cold finally realizes what warmth feels like, they'll go to any lengths to protect it. She wasn't mad at me; she was mad at herself for not realizing this sooner."

You took a deep breath. "I have no qualms with Noella and even Joshua. When they both told me that the only relationship I had with them was that of investor and investee and that they'd pay me back whatever they owed me, I just told them one thing: that in all those years they had known me, I wished they truly knew me."

"That's when I realized what true heartbreak can feel like—the pain of being misunderstood, the pain of being ripped apart with a piece of your heart. When she was in that crushed car, she tried calling me, but I was too drunk to be aware of my phone's whereabouts. After a few days of her funeral, I saw a message she left on her phone for me: 'Dear Y/N, by the time you get this, I may be gone. I'm sorry for the things I said. I know I'm in no place to say this, but please take care of Noel. And thank you for being kind.'"

As you exhaled and moved away from Wonwoo's arms, you prepared to leave quietly before you woke him up. You pushed the quilt aside and fixed the straps of your night dress. Just as you were about to get up, a hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you back, causing your back to slam against Wonwoo's chest. He hoarsely whispered in the room, cuddling from behind in a protective embrace, "Don't hold it back." That whisper was more than enough for you to break the barrier of silent tears, allowing them to flow from your eyes, you cried silently to sleep, comforted by constant kisses on the back of your head and the protective arm wrapped around your shoulders.

...

The next morning, you woke up to the sight of JJ, Noel, and Wonwoo having breakfast in the kitchen. You gave Noel a letter to submit to his class teacher as he got ready to leave for school. Wonwoo noticed your preparations and asked, "Where is he going?"

You smiled and explained, "Jeonghan wants to take Noel before us to his wedding on Wednesday."

Wonwoo raised an eyebrow. "What about school?"

You replied, "I talked to his teacher, and he'll have to take online assessments to catch up on the schoolwork. It should be fine."

With that, Noel headed out, and Wonwoo went upstairs to get ready for the office. Today, you'd be working from home.

Jeonghan had a facial appointment with his mother and left the house, leaving it much quieter. As you strolled through the living room, you noticed a toy lying on the floor. You picked it up to put it back in Noel's room, but your attention was soon captured by a framed photo. It was a picture from a science exhibition, encased in a "Dad and I" photo frame. In the photo, Neol was perched up in Wonwoo's arms, biting down on his medal, while Wonwoo held a certificate. His face was adorned with a proud smile as he looked at Noel and their project on "Life Underwater" displayed on the table.

A fond smile made its way to your lips.

...

It wasn't often that Wonwoo forgot things, but today was an exception. He had returned home earlier than expected because he had forgotten a file in the study. Initially, he had considered sending Chan to retrieve it, but he realized that he missed you and decided to go himself.

As he entered the house, he was met with an unexpected quietness and muffled sounds of knives and chopping board from the kitchen. There you were, singing with your AirPods in your ears, preparing a sandwich in the kitchen. With Noel at school and his travel bag neatly packed, you had given the nanny a week off, and the housekeeper was out shopping, leaving you both alone. You were spreading honey mustard on your sandwich when you suddenly felt his presence.

You turned to see Wonwoo standing there, leaning against the wall, with a silly grin on his face. Startled, you exclaimed, "Geez, I thought you were a creep!"

He chuckled, pointing at his three-piece suit. "In a three-piece."

Wonwoo moved closer, standing behind you, and inquired about the taste of the sauce. You turned, extending the spoon in his direction for a taste test. But instead of sampling from the spoon, he kissed you passionately, his lips locking with yours, and he gently sucked on your tongue. Your eyes widened in shock at the sudden and unexpected display of affection.

As their lips locked in a passionate embrace, they pressed against the cool, marble countertop. The heat of their connection intensified, igniting the familiar fire of desire that had grown between them over time.

Breaking the kiss, you faced each other, the desire evident in your eyes. You playfully bit your lip, fingers tracing the lapels of his blazer and then running down his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Your head tilted slightly, and teasingly inquired, "Don't you have somewhere to be?"

Wonwoo, lost in the moment and driven by an uncontrollable desire, confessed, "I do, a meeting in an hour."

Unfazed, you spread her legs, pulling gently on his tie to draw him closer. You were dressed in white denim shorts and a blue striped shirt, looking irresistible. arms wrapped around his neck as he leaned in to caress her face with his lips. Their mouths met once again, and the kiss deepened into a passionate French kiss.

Wonwoo's hands danced downward, from your neck to your shirt, undoing the first four buttons as their intense connection continued to escalate.

He glimpsed the white lace of your bra and, with a hunger that had been building, he lowered the cups to fondle and grope your breasts. His touches combined sensuously with firm tugs and delicate pinches on your nipples, causing you to moan into his mouth.

As his lips moved down your jawline and traced the sensitive spot behind the ear, you whispered breathlessly, "Ahjumma must be returning any moment now."

In response, he breathed heavily and replied, "Then we'd better be quick." He swiftly knelt before you, urgently tugging her shorts down. The waistband of your panties was ripped from the side, and a shocked gasp of "Wonwoo!" filled the room.

With determination, he bit into your inner thigh, nibbling, sucking, and licking your skin as if marking his apology. You struggled to resist the urge to plunge fingers into his hair, clinging instead to the cool, unforgiving marble countertop to avoid disrupting his meticulously styled hair.

"Grab my hair," he demanded, his voice low and desperate. You hesitated, aware that he had a schedule to keep. His impatient smack against your pussy surprised her. "Don't make me repeat myself," he said, more insistent. finally complied, your wedding ring-clad hand finding its way into his hair, guiding him to where it ached most.

As the taste reached Wonwoo's tongue, his eyes rolled back in pleasure, expertly exploring every corner of your essence. Your moans and whimpering echoed in the empty kitchen, and if he could have this forever, he'd consider himself the luckiest bastard alive.

"Wonu, baby, give me your fingers," you pleaded, and he removed his mouth from your core. His chin and lips glistened with essence, the sight of him driving you to lose control.

"How about I give you more than that?" he suggested, flipping you onto your stomach and pressing against the counter. You heard the click of his belt buckle and the swift zip of his pants. Without wasting any time, he rubbed the tip of his arousal against your opening, gathering some lubrication before slowly guiding it inside.

Both of you groaned in pleasurable unison. His hand rested on your lower back while the other reached for your womb, and he started thrusting upwards.

"Fuck, Wonwoo!" You screamed, Your body trembling in ecstasy as you reached the first climax. His thrusts grew faster as you felt the second one approaching.

"What have you done to me?" he panted, sweat running down his forehead, the veins in his neck pulsating. He removed his hand from your hips and gently rubbed your sensitive bud, causing the second climax to hit with even more intensity.

As the room filled with their gasps and moans, the scent of their passionate lovemaking mixed with the remnants of chicken Salami. Wonwoo watched her as he felt himself unraveling, his hips rutting on their own in a symphony of pleasure and desire.

After tenderly cleaning you up, Wonwoo starts dressing, his actions measured and deliberate. As he buttons your shirt, you say " I am going to France, Chinon specifically, this Saturday morning?"

"Why?"

You give him a reassuring smile and reply, "I have an overdue meeting with an old friend."

A sense of curiosity flickers in his eyes as he asks, "Should I be worried?"

You chuckle and shake your head, "Not really."

He leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, as he straightens his tie wonwoo can't help but find himself stare into your eyes, Cause warmth crept into your cheeks.

"Don't look at me like that"

"Like what" He murmured tilting his head to the side in confusion.

"Like you're going to fall for me." you answered with sad smile. A pang of guilt struck his chest and his lips felt sealed, mumbling a soft see you he took his file, and rushed out of the door. While running his hand through his now mushed hair.

....

Chinon, often referred to as the Garden of France, was a place of ethereal beauty. The landscape was adorned with lush vineyards stretching out under the golden sun, creating a picturesque panorama. Fortresses and castles, steeped in history, stood like silent guardians over the scenic valley. The air was filled with the rich, alluring aroma of the delectable wines that this region was famous for.

Amidst this breathtaking scenery, a man stood before a grave, a solemn place marked by a floral arrangement of lily of the valley, its tiny, fragrant white bells gracefully nodding in the breeze. These delicate flowers added a touch of purity and elegance to the somber setting.

The man gazed at the name engraved in the stone with a sad smile on his face and an underlying sense of melancholy. He reached his silver wedding ring-clad hand to gently run his fingers across the name etched in the marble, whispering with a hint of longing, "How are you, my hummingbird?"

He placed the bouquet of lilies of the valley on top of the marble and continued, "Are you mad at me for not coming yesterday? I brought flowers. Next time, I will even bring your favorite Domaine de Noire. You used to say its taste reminded you of home."

He let out a sigh and took a step back, looking up at the leaves rustling in the wind. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" A smile touched his lips, a bittersweet expression that conveyed a mix of love and sorrow.

Life had taught him many lessons, and in the world he once belonged to, danger always lurked nearby. He glanced back at the inscription on the stone: Catalina Dubois Bulavia.

A woman, dressed elegantly in sable black with an asymmetrical line dress and cat-eye framed sunglasses, approached the grave, carrying an arrangement of white orchids. Her presence added an air of grace and sophistication to the scene.

Without turning to face her, the man in a deep, resonant voice asked, "How long are you going to stand there?"

The woman took a few steps closer and stood beside the man. She greeted the grave with a nod and placed the bouquet of white orchids on top of it.

In fluent French, she replied, "It's been a while, Monsieur Bulavia."

"So it has been, Ms. L/N."

...

Baden Emeric Bulavia was a mere 15 years old when he roamed the unforgiving streets, struggling to find his place in the world. Hungry and destitute, he eventually found shelter under the wing of Le Milieu, the dark underbelly of society. As the days turned into years, he climbed the ranks of this shadowy world, becoming entwined in a life fraught with darkness.

One fateful day, while evading the relentless pursuit of the police, Baden sought refuge in a quaint countryside cottage in Chinon. At the tender age of 22, he observed a young girl, no older than 18, with hair as golden as the winter sun's rays and eyes as blue as the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean. She hummed a sweet melody as she plucked apples from a nearby tree. When his voice broke the tranquility of her surroundings, he startled her momentarily. Quickly, he reached out his hand to assist her, and when her delicate fingers touched his calloused ones, he believed that fate had granted him salvation. As she introduced herself, her name felt like the answer to all of his unspoken prayers.

He yearned to become a man worthy of her, to provide her with everything she desired in return for her unwavering love. However, the karmic consequences of his past actions remained inescapable. Someone as pure and kind as Catalina was undeserving of a man who considered himself a sinner like Baden. Yet, his greed was unrelenting, and he chose to keep her, even if it meant she was held in a cage of his own making. Catalina found space in her heart for him, doing so for the sake of their children.

As Baden's Arms empire rose to become a primary supplier for the military, Catalina remained aware that, though one hand may have been in the light, the other still lurked in the shadows.

Tragedy struck on a day like any other. In their home garden, Catalina, accompanied by her 8-year-old daughter Noella, encountered a woman whose family had suffered immensely at Baden's hands when he was 22. In a horrifying act of revenge, the woman mercilessly stabbed Catalina 15 times, each strike representing the memories of her two sons and her husband. Consumed by rage and vengeance, Baden confronted the assailant, her blood staining his vision.

Yet, her words haunted him, "Do you think I killed her? It is you... you killed her. It is your sin... remember, Bulavia, you can never smile when you rob so many innocent people of theirs."

...

Beneath the sprawling tree, leaves rustling in the wind, Baden's voice was the only sound breaking the silence of the graveyard, save for the birds singing from their perches in the branches above. His eyes, distant and unfocused, seemed to drift through the mists of time.

"White was my hummingbird's favorite color," he murmured, his voice tinged with the softness of a distant memory. "Pure, just like her soul."

His gaze shifted to the flowers adorning the grave. "She was too kind, too kind for her own good," he continued, his words tinged with a hint of disbelief. "She used to say, 'The amazing thing about kindness, it makes you feel good, whether you're the one handing it out or the one receiving it.'"

A faint, nostalgic smile played on his lips. "She hated my job. We would constantly fight about it, with threats of running away with the kids. And that... that used to scare me. I've been in many life-threatening situations, but never in my life have I been more scared than that day when I returned home to find her and the kids gone. That day, I realized that giving your heart to someone is the scariest, most dangerous, and most perplexing thing. It makes you do things you didn't even realize you were capable of doing." He gazed at the flower arrangement with a mixture of love and longing. "And when she was gone, I vowed never to let my heart bow or bend before anyone else, even if they are my kids."

You listened intently, your heart heavy with the weight of his past. "How did you find her?" you asked, eager for more of the story.

Baden's voice turned somber. "She was sitting in the garden, both children asleep in her lap as she cried next to her bag. She couldn't do it, not for the sake of herself or the children, but for the people outside and what I would do to them."

He nodded. "That's what love does to you."

A wise, yet sorrowful expression crossed Baden's face. "I'm sorry to say this, Mr. Bulavia, but that's not love. That's obsession. Love never binds you; it liberates you. It enlightens the strength in you that you never knew existed in the first place."

The day was calm, the sky adorned with wisps of fluffy white clouds. You sat beside the old man, a sheaf of pictures in your hand, remnants of a life once lived. With trembling hands, he took each photo, gazing at them one by one, each a cherished memory. You spoke softly, your words laden with meaning, "Like your daughter, she found her strength, even against you, for the man she loved and her child."

The photographs spanned significant moments, from your graduation to Noella's wedding, from her pregnancy at 7 months to Noel's first birthday. The last image showed Wonwoo cradling Noel at his science exhibition.

His hands quivered as he traced the final pictures, his voice trembling and eyes glistening with unshed tears. "What did she name him?"

You drew a deep breath, and your voice quivered slightly as you responded, "Noel Emeric Hong."

He snapped his head towards you, searching your eyes for confirmation. You nodded solemnly, and he turned back to the photographs, a tearful smile gracing his face. "He looks just like my sparrow."

You agreed, your voice breaking with emotion. "Yes, he does."

"How old is he?"

"Eight this December."

"Was he also born on—" He didn't finish the question, but you knew what he meant.

"On Christmas, yes," you affirmed.

"I just did what I thought was right for her. I wanted her to be strong."

You sighed, understanding the weight of his guilt. "That's where we fail as parents, Mr. Bulavia. Even if our intentions are in the right place, that doesn't mean all our decisions can't be wrong."

Your voice quivered as You confessed, "You wanted the world for her, but she just wanted her father."

"She detested me," he admitted. "She saw me as her mother's killer."

"She never hated you," you replied, your tone gentle yet firm. "She hated what you did and how you kept quiet when Nikolia always belittled and demeaned her."

"What makes you think if I don't make those guns and tankers, no one else will as well?"

"At least that person would not be her father," you argued.

A heavy silence hung between you as he whispered, "I failed her as well, haven't I?"

You couldn't provide a straightforward answer to such a complex question. Instead, you reached into your bag and took out a small jar, no bigger than your hand, engraved with the words "Yours, Sparrow." You handed it to him, saying, "If you think you failed her while she was alive, then don't let her death be in vain. Do right by her and her child. She wanted nothing more than a childhood for her child where he didn't have to look over his shoulder before he could run across the fields. Every child deserves a childhood free from the darkness of the world."

Mr. Bulavia clutched the photos and the urn to his chest, closing his eyes as silent tears trickled down his cheeks. The clouds seemed to mirror the somber mood, casting shadows over the small graveyard.

Breaking the silence, you suddenly asked, "Why did you call her 'Sparrow'?"

A wistful smile played on his lips, and he chuckled. "Because she was always chirping, hopping from one place to the other, curious about everything."

You nodded in agreement, knowing that it perfectly described Noella.

With a heavy heart, you rose to your feet, aware that it was time for your flight back. As you walked away, you couldn't help but turn back at the old man, and warn "Mr. Bulavia, stop Nikolia before it's too late. I am not someone who will cower over a few texts and death threats. Even if I die, he can never get his hands on Noel or his money. And if you have even the slightest love for your daughter, you will not let your son paint his hands with her child's blood as well. I promise you, if he goes down that path, it will not end well for him. Take care."

"Y/n," he called out.

You turned to face him, with a composed demeanor.

He asked with a trembling voice, "I have a brain tumor, The results aren't that hopeful, They say I have no more than one month left to live. Could you let me meet Noel, just once?"

Shocked by his revelation, you took a deep breath.

You couldn't meet his eyes, but you managed to say, "Noel likes Iron Man and Legos, and his favorite colors are red and blue. He enjoys chicken quiche but detests carrots in them."

"I see," Mr. Bulavia responded with a sad smile.

You took another breath, your voice filled with compassion. "Are you allowed to travel around Europe?" His face lit up with a look of grateful joy, slowly erasing the despair that had marked his features just moments ago.

...

Wonwoo had spent most of his Sundays engrossed in office work, business dinners, or golf games with investors and associates since becoming the CEO of Jeon Group. He had always enjoyed the solitude of his empty house on these days. However, for the first time in 35 years, the silence was starting to unnerve him. He contemplated working a bit more, but the idea didn't sit well with him.

After his second workout of the day, it was already 9 p.m., and he knew you must be landing soon. A fleeting thought crossed his mind: should he call to check if your flight had landed safely? He hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided against it. Then, he thought about giving Noel a call, just to see how he was doing.

Noel picked up after a couple of rings. "Hey, Dad, I'm in the middle of a suit fitting right now," Noel chirped. "Jeonghan and Victor are making me the ring bearer for the wedding."

Wonwoo smiled, "That's great to hear, Noel. How's everything going?"

Noel responded, "Everything's going well, but I've got a lot of responsibilities. Tante called a little while ago. We couldn't talk much."

Wonwoo thought for a moment and then, unable to hide his curiosity, asked, "Did she mention me?"

"Dad, if you miss her, just call her, you know," Noel advised. "I'm the ring bearer, and I have lots and lots to do."

"Okay, big man, Hey Noel"

"Ya"

"How many 'R's are there in responsibilities?" he teased the boy.

"More than the number of times My tante called you"

With that, Noel ended the call, leaving Wonwoo to laugh at the snarky kid.

Wonwoo sat in the living room, his phone twirling between his fingers as he impatiently checked for any signs of your message or call. He decided to bide his time by watching a random TV show when, all of a sudden, his phone began to ring. He grabbed it eagerly, only to see that it was just Chan calling.

With a touch of disappointment in his voice, Wonwoo inquired, "What's the occasion?"

Chan replied, "Nothing much, I was catching up with some friends when I ran into Deokyeom. In the midst of our conversation, he mentioned something that I thought you should know. Ms. L/N called him and her lawyer to her office."

Wonwoo's curiosity piqued, and he asked, "Why? What's the reason?"

"To make her will," Chan answered.

"Her what?" Wonwoo was clearly taken aback.

"Last will and testament, Wonwoo."

"Why? Do you have any idea what's in it?"

Chan paused before responding, "Well, I'm not entirely sure about that, but I'm looking into it. Deokyeom did mention that she made some changes related to guardianship and the ownership of Oasis."

Wonwoo switched the call to speaker and opened his phone's calendar. "When was it? Do you have any idea about the contents?"

"I think it was on Thursday, but I'm not sure about the contents," Chan said, trying to reassure him. "Don't worry, Wonwoo. Judging by the way Deokyeom sounded, it might be in your favor. It seems like our plan is playing out just fine."

Wonwoo's expression remained passive as he mused aloud, "Hmm. Hey, Chan, can you investigate to see if there was anything that prompted her to do this?"

"No problem, boss. Just a word of advice: try to keep things hot and cold. People who have been in a one-sided love tend to get clingy when it's reciprocated."

Suddenly, the TV screen went black, and in the reflection on the screen, Wonwoo saw someone standing behind him. His body stiffened, and it felt as if all the blood in his veins had turned to ice. A cold shiver ran down his spine, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

"Y/N," he whispered in a fearful tone, his heart pounding in his chest.

Wonwoo abruptly cut the call and flung his phone somewhere in the lavish living room. It landed with a muted thud against the foot of the large glass center table, accompanied by the rumble of the couch.

Part 5

#I will never forgive tumblr for the misery it's causing everyone.#Aquamarine chapter 8

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bolbianddolanhouse · 5 years ago

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!BNHA self insert AU [Book 2]

Beginning of Book 2 Read here to catch up! Part 1

Chapter 12.5: YESSSS! I Got Two Free Tacos.

I wake up to the sound of a cell phone alarm, it’s 7:40 am. Like a little kid, I watched as Hoshi got up to prepare for their training. Sensei gave me an assignment to do in the meantime. That sucked, but I would glance up every now and then to see everyone in action. How cool that I’d be up there with them!

“Iida-chan I-”

“Ewww don’t call me that” I spat in disgust as the class rep approached me.

��RIGHT! Sorry, I usually address you as Iida-san” he took off his head-gear “I thought maybe you’d be okay with a more endearing suffix.”

“I never am, but what were you going to say?”

“I was going to ask you if you’d like to go on a little trip with me?” He asked, nerves getting the best of him “Because it might help you remember something.”

“Actually, that might work Hashima-kun” Hoshi butted in “You might remember a whole lot from accompanying him Lili.”

“Um alright” I accepted “but I’m only going because he said it was okay, I was going to say no otherwise.”

Hoshi helped me pick out clothes, perfume and make up. Even which purse to take! It was a little weird that he chose every little detail.

“Okay, you’re ready to go!” Hoshi said as he finished fussing over my hair “I think that’s how it’s supposed to go- Oh! I should text him to see if he’s ready.”

I put my phone and a few other items in my purse “I still don’t know what’s the big deal?”

“You see, you had a memorable experience with Hashima-kun almost a year ago” he said not looking up from his phone “If this triggers your memory, it just might help you remember everyone here.”

“If you put it like that,” I sighed, looking at myself in the mirror on last time “then I’ll try my best!”

He walks me down to the commons room to meet up with the class rep. We go to downtown, every now and then stopping to ask me if I remember anything. After refusing his boba drink, showing my boredom at the hero museum and getting a little hangry at the bookstore...I didn’t remember anything other than my distaste for boba.

“Hehehe did you have any fun?” the class rep asked, fully knowing the answer.

“I don’t get it? Hoshi said this was one of my memorable experiences” I pouted and looked at the class rep “Are we...secret lovers?”

He choked on air “We uhh- erm- no, we aren’t lovers” he gulped “I asked you out, we went on a date and for weeks after I thought we were something. But then you said you didn’t really like me and apologized for not telling me sooner.”

“Oh...well I was right” I broke it to him “We don’t vibe well at all! I was really worried there for a second that I settled for the first guy that asked me out or something.”

“That hurts Iida-san” he said clutching his heart “at least when you broke my heart the first time, you went easy on me!” He chuckled a bit and held my hand “Maybe this next part will trigger something.”

“Hm? What happened at this point?” I asked as we turned to face the dorms.

“I lead you over here” he said leading the way “right here, where nobody could see us.” He made eye contact with me “and here I told you ‘Thank you for giving me a chance’ with this” he kissed my hand.

“Oh...” I responded.

“Did you remember anything?”

“I- didn’t feel anything” I furrowed my brow “I don’t get it?”

He sighed “I knew this might’ve happen” he retracted his arms “You’re in love with Togata-kun, deep down, you have those feelings. I could only wish I was like him so I could get all your attention and spend all my time with you.” He turns to walk up the stairs “But you don’t need me to tell you all that, I’ve just broken my own heart again. I still like you Iida-san but even I know Togata-kun is the better match in this game, I’ll forfeit while I still have the chance.”

I watch him make his sad walk up the stairs, and I was trying to remember things. I make my way to my dorm room and throw myself on the bed.

“Anything?” asked Hoshi as he swiveled on the desk chair to face me.

“No, this sucks!” I hugged my pillow “I really want to remember things, my birthday is in 5 days and I want to have things back to normal.” I start to shake “It’s scary not knowing who I became in all those years. I sound like an amazing hero in the making but why and how?!” the tears welled up in my eyes “What makes me so exceptional?”

Hoshi walks up to the bed and kneels to meet me at eye level “Lili, you’ve grown so much here. I want you to trust that you’re amazing! You’ve saved me multiple times, you act upon instinct, you never think about giving up on anything” he wiped my tears “Don’t cry, just like you’ve shown me, I won’t give up on you either! Not just as a hero but as your friend, I’ll help you.”

I sat up “Really? I’ve saved you?”

“Yes, you kept my secret and accepted who I am” he beamed “that was the moment we became friends! But before that, at the entrance exam, you saved me right before the big mecha crushed me. It was so cool to see your rockets in action and how high we flew before crash landing in the safe zone!”

“Really? Wait, what was I wearing?” I asked curiously.

“You wore a pink track suit, I think you still have the bottoms” he said as he stood up to look through my drawers “You unraveled the zip up top to fasten me onto you, so it’s destroyed. But I’ve seen you wear it to weekend training and- OH found it!”

He tosses me the track pants and upon running my fingers on the cloth, I remembered the exam. “WAIT! I’m remembering!” I said, wide eyed “You were trapped under some debris and I did that reckless rescue and we both got hurt.”

“That’s great! What else do you remember?”

“I remember going home and wondering if you were alright” It was coming back to me “then waiting for my acceptance letter, the drive to the first day and... then I formally met you.”

Hoshi was in near tears “That’s right, we did a proper introduction on the first day!” he sat on the bed again “anything else?”

“That’s all I remember” I responded, rubbing my eyes “I guess I should figure out the next parts of that first part of the school year.”

“Has anything sensei given you helped you remember?”

“It’s helped me remember that I wrote them down in my notebook” I stretched my arms “but I don’t remember anything in between lessons.”

“Hmmm, then I guess I’ll just have to trigger them back” he pondered a bit “you want to go to the commons room and see what happens?”

We go and sit around the commons room and try to see what will bring back my memories. In that time, I remembered most of my classmates, some of the dumb things I said in class, the coffeemaker I brought from home and how my room used to be. What’s really bothering me is that I’m not remembering Hoshi becoming friends with me. I’m sure we are since he’s a boy and we share a dorm room, but the more I look at him, the more I’m curious about him. We go about the rest of our day and our nightly routine.

“Can you brush my hair Lili?” asked Hoshi as he handed me his brush.

“Do I usually brush your hair?”

“Yes, on hair washing days, you brush mine and I brush yours” he sat in his usual spot with his back against the bed “it’s just something we started doing when we dormed together.”

I start brushing his hair “What else do we do together?”

“We used to share a bed, it wasn’t awkward or anything, because we’re comfortable with each other” he mentioned “We’d eat lunch together, at the same spot in the courtyard at school. You’d share your food with me, one time you gave me your Twinkie.”

“I gave you a Twinkie?!” I was shocked “Wow, you’d have to be my best friend for me to give you my Twinkie! I don’t share my American snacks.”

“I get the hype” his chuckled “You taught me how to dance, you’ve invited me to your home many times, and my most cherished memory of us was when I got kicked out of my dad’s house and you helped me through it.” He smiled “You didn’t want to leave me alone when I stayed at your house for the night, crawled into bed with me and made sure I was okay.”

I stopped brushing his hair “Really? I did that?” I put the bush down “then, will you, umm- share a bed with me again?”

“Sure! We only stopped because my bed had to be moved up here” he got up on the bed “Okay, it’s your turn.”

When we were ready for bed, we laid down and I put my head on his chest and it was squishy. I didn’t expect it to be like that, but I had the best sleep I’ve had in a few days! Maybe this was the thing I was missing? Hoshi treated me like normal, stopping a few times to check if something triggered my memory. Everyone else treated me like I was a child and it made me commit not feel good. Our circle came by to see how I was doing, which was nice of them, but I didn’t remember them. But they seemed like good people! Elise and Maru visited me, I was in shock when they said they were a thing! I knew they’d end up together. That triggered that kiss I had with Maru, the times I’d run into them in school and other things I remember about their families. The mystery still stands on who Hoshi is and why can’t I remember us being close friends?

-3 days before Lili’s birthday-

“Hoshi, I don’t know if I should have a party anymore” I sighed as I finished sewing something to bide my time “I can’t have fun if I don’t remember the people I wrote on the list!”

“Are you sure?” worriedly asked Hoshi “I mean, it was going to be something simple...but you’ve been looking forward to this since you were 12! And I promised you that I’d make sure things go according to plan.”

“You did?”

“Yeah! We planned so far ahead into our futures” he broke into a smile “No matter what the outcome, we’d be friends and spend all of our free time together. We even promised to plan each other’s wedding!”

“You’d do that for me?” I was touched by this fact.

“Of course, I know you’d want your special days to be prefect” Hoshi pointed at the ribbons in my hair “One ribbon could be the wrong shade of pink and you’d flip!”

I covered my ribbons with my hands and turned red “Came out here to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now!” I joked but it was true, I would go feral if something was the wrong shade.

We spend the day trying to jog my memory, nothing important jogged my memory until later that evening. We were in the commons room after dinner and I heard a bird chirping. My body immediately trembled and my hands felt like somebody was stepping on them.

“Iida-san?! Are you alright?” panicked one of the girls near me.

“I- I don’t know?!” I was on the brink of hyperventilating “My body is acting on its own!” I said as I heel over in panic.

Everyone started talking at the same time to ask if I was okay and if I needed help, but it wasn’t helping. It was making me worse actually, it was scary and I wanted to call out for my mom.

“HEY GIVE HER SPACE!” Hoshi demanded as he pushed through everyone “She’s having a panic attack, I’ll handle this.”

“Are you sure Togata-kun?” asked the class rep “Do you need sensei for this?”

“No, I know what to do” he said as he picked me up “I’ll let you know when I’ll need assistance.”

After that everyone got out of our way and he made a brief stop at our room before heading up to the roof.

“We’re...outside?” I asked, still trembling.

“Yeah, nobody is going to bother us up here” he said as he laid out a blanket “here, get comfortable.”

I get set back down gently and I try to breathe normal “I don’t know why I suddenly got like this. I heard a bird chirping, then I suddenly felt pain in my hands.”

“Oh...that bird chirp didn’t trigger you memory?”

“No, was it supposed to?”

He sat next to me “Well, back in October, you stood up against these two people that attacked me in my dorm room” he took a deep breath “that night was rough for me and I still have trouble talking about it, but you were furious to see that I was hurt. So you did one of the most reckless things you’ve ever done and you got the intel students as your back up as you went to tell sensei. Knowing that the two attackers were still in the dorms and expecting you.”

“I did that?”

“Yup, and you fought them. It looked like you weren’t going to win, one of them got you pinned by the hands and almost broke them” he put my hands in his “but then one of the intel students that can transform into a bird swooped in for the save. I don’t know how things would’ve turned out if you didn’t rise to the occasion, but you won and I knew I could trust you with anything.”

“Maybe I’m having a delayed reaction?” I questioned “That certainly sounds like a traumatizing event for both of us. Even if I did win.”

“Hey, lets not focus on that” he changed the subject and pointed to the sky “look, its a clear night and it’s just us.”

I look up to see the stars, it made me feel calm to the point of laying down on the blanket to star gaze. Doing so made me remember when we star gazed at the training camp. But that’s it, there was a huge gap between the first day of school and the star gazing. After a while, I sat up to carefully hug him from behind.

“Hoshi, I don’t know why” I softly said “but you look familiar, like I’ve met you before the entrance exam.”

“Yea...my dad is Lemillion” he responded “you said the same thing during that first week of school but you didn’t figure out who I was until like 2-3 months after.”

“But I don’t want to take that long to remember you” I hugged him tighter “I want to know already! You’ve been so good to me and I want to know what we are, what did I promise you and am I really worth the trouble?”

“Lili, if I didn’t care, would I do all this to help you remember? If I didn’t care, I would’ve faded into the background and pretend we aren’t friends” he assured “We’re something that labels can’t convey, we got along right away and went through things good and bad hand in hand. And I’m willing to do it all again with you, even the bad ones.”

“Really? You care that much?”

“Yes, so stop worrying” he leaned his head on mine “You fuss too much over the smallest things, like a little bratty kid.”

That triggered another memory of him telling me his type. And it triggered another thing, my feelings toward him. I didn’t tell him I remembered but it would’ve probably instantly kill me to say it. I’m in love with my best friend...oof.

The days pass and it’s my birthday! I’m not that excited, as I didn’t remember that much more. I remembered the intel students that helped us, making that one really good cup of coffee that I immediately spilled on myself, and some training sessions. It wasn’t the day I planned but Hoshi slapped together something for me. All it did was make me fall for him more and I was embarrassed in myself that I was thinking it. After an...attempt of a cake, I thanked everyone for the effort and excused myself to bed. It was fully 7pm when I threw myself onto the bed.

“Iida-san?” it was the class rep knocking on my door “Open the door, I didn’t get to give you my gift.”

“I, uhhh, rather not be seen right now” I responded, trying not to cry.

“Well, okay then, I’ll just slide this under your door” he said as he grunted “open it up!”

I walk over to see the plainly wrapped package with my name on it. “A...book?” I said after I opened it.

“Yea, it’s Sir Nighteye’s guide to strategy!” he chimed “One of my favorite books, that one is the illustrated edition with pictures of his work. Also I, um, bookmarked a page with something that I made.”

I flip the pages to find an etched piece of thin wood “Its pretty!”

“It’s a piece of oak from my dad’s woodwork. I sometimes do wood etching with my quirk, so I made you a bookmark” he nervously said “it’s not much but I thought you might like a touch of personalization.”

“I appreciate it! Thank you class rep!”

He laughed “After all this time, you still don’t know my name huh? It’s Hashima but I have a feeling you’ll still just call me class rep” he takes a few steps “I’ll leave you alone now, happy birthday again.”

I sit on the bed and try to remember something as I look through the pictures. I stumble upon a picture of Lemillion with Deku before their major debut, and young Lemillion be looking like current Hoshi. And that triggered two memories, the first when I saw them in the flesh at the sports fest and the other when my mom took us to their house to get the rest of Hoshi’s things. I couldn’t remember why that happened but my mom kicked his ass and it was around this time last year. My thoughs were disrupted by the sound of something hitting the sliding glass door. I walk out to the balcony to see Hoshi at ground level.

“Come down here” Hoshi holds his arms out “I’ll catch you.”

I giggle as I put my foot on the railing “Okay, here I go!” I jump and float down with the help of my rockets, right into his arms “What’s up?”

“Wanna star gaze at a super secret location?” Hoshi turned toward the shared field.

“Sure! Have we been there before?”

“Nope, but your mom told us about it when we moved here” he said as he walked “So why don’t we go check it out now?”

He carries me the whole way there, helping me up this tree on the far side of the field. It had an area big enough for three people to sit in and where the branches would be covering the area, were cleared to show the sky. Perfect for star gazing.

“Wow, this is so cool!” I said as I lay on my back “I bet my mom would come here all the time with my dad.”

“She said she did and made some really good memories with him here” he recalled “I wanted to take you here just to relax a bit, I know that cake was a disaster and a half.”

“Yea, who was the genius that frosted it before letting it cool completely?”

“That was Hanagi-san! She has zero patience when it comes to cooking” Hoshi laughed “it wasn’t even cooked all the way! It was all runny in the middle and you’d have eat it with a straw!”

I gagged in disgust “Ew, glad I didn’t have any then!” I laughed and looked at them “But thank you for putting in an effort for something lowkey.”

“You really wanted this and I couldn’t let you down if you wanted to cancel. Everyone wanted to celebrate, even if it was simple” Hoshi turned to face me “But I guess this one goes in the messy pile huh?”

“Yea, can’t wait to tell my mom about it tomorrow” I said, then I remembered the picture of his dad “Hey, I remembered the time we went to get your stuff from your dad’s house. It was a year ago, around this time huh?”

“Yes it was” his expression changed “What else do you remember?”

“That it was a tense situation and my mom beat his ass” I paused to think “Do you hate your dad?”

“To be honest, no” he sighed “He doesn’t have the best emotional understanding and tends to not know how to handle things at home. I know he did the things he did out of frustration and probably regrets it once the damage has been done. I wanted to have a good relationship with my dad because, well, he’s my dad! He shaped me into a hero physically and its one of the best things he’s done for me because I know what to do now.”

“What did you realize?”

“That I am a man, because I want to be a better man than him” he said with confidence “I’m doing the part he wishes he was to my mother before her passing, the friend he wanted to be to others, the brother he’d idolize as a child, the prodigy he wanted to be to his father” he took a deep breath to calm down a bit “I am still his child, somewhere in that man is pleading forgiveness for all the misery and backhanded comments. So once we graduate, I’m going to the his house and tell him my plans and that I forgive him, even if he doesn’t accept me as I am.”

I was in awe and near tears “I love that for you! What else did you have planned for after graduation?”

He turned red and looked away “Well...erm, I was going to say something to someone that I’ve these intense feelings for” he forced himself to look at me “But I think now is a good as a time to say it.”

“You have a crush?! Who is it? Do I know them?!” I gasped in excitement, trying to cover up the fact that I have a crush on him.

He gave me a confused look and laughed “You do know them, and I know them maybe even better than you.”

“Really? Tell me!”

“Well, she’s very fem and absolutely gorgeous” he listed “very unique, funny, talented, the nicest person in the world, strong in so many ways, a role model to many, a lowkey weirdo when they open up around you and most of all” he sat up “She keeps me close and gives me all her attention despite her dense and hard-ass nature. That’s what I love the most about her.”

“Hmm, who could it be” I sat up to think “I don’t think they’re in our class OH! Is it that one girl in our circle, with the purple hair?”

Hoshi couldn’t contain his laughter “You really are that dense huh?”

“What do you mean? Don’t laugh! Who is it?!” I was confused, why was he laughing?

“Oh Lili, don’t ever change” He said as he leaned in to kiss me, lingering on my lips “It’s you, dummy.”

I sat there frozen and shocked as most of the memories I had of Hoshi came back. His secret, the night of the assault, his family history, how big his breast are and his birthday. But more importantly, how much I truly love him.

“Hoshi...you love me?” I asked as the tears streamed down my face. He was too nervous to talk so he nodded in response “Thats a relief, because I love you too.” I kissed him back “And I know this is real, I feel those butterflies in my tummy.”

He turned more red “I know you love me, I’ve known since you gave me that twinkie” he smiled “And every time we do anything together, you’ve shown me love in your special way. I’ve fought the urge to kiss you for so long and I was planning on telling you when we graduated so there wouldn’t be distractions. But even if I waited that long, I knew your heart was mine and I didn’t have to worry competing with anybody.”

“You right” I said as I straddled him “No holding back now Hoshi, I’m yours forever.”

He was taken back by my forwardness “Here? Now? Don’t you want to-”

I didn’t let him finish, I took off my shirt and bra and set it beside us “No, it’s my birthday and I wanna do naughty stuff with my boyfriend” I huffed “Pretty please? I want my man to claim me, body and soul.”

“Those hips are my weak spot” he said longingly as he put his hands on my hip bone, making small circles with his thumbs “Take the lead in this dance Lili, I want to learn these moves.”

Without being explicit, that night went from okay to the best night of my young life. Clumsily figuring out what feels good for hours, nothing crazy but still amazing. We headed back to our dorm and slept in the same bed. In the morning, we excitedly said good morning to each other and kissed before getting up. Nobody questioned our giddy mood, so we weren’t bothered when we packed for two days at my parent’s house. I couldn’t wait to tell my parents that we were in an official relationship! When I did, they started to cry happy tears...and so did uncle Jin and aunty Mimi. So there was a lot to celebrate at home and I was happy things worked out for once. When it was time for bed, I snuck into the guest room and crawled into bed with Hoshi. Just because my dad put a boundary for me to sleep in my own bed doesn’t mean I’ll obey it!

“Oh? What are you trying to do?” I giggled as I felt Hoshi’s hands wrap around me from behind.

“I wanna hold you close” he whispered and kissed my neck.

“Your hands are betraying you love” I flirted as I felt him cup my breast and partially put his hand in my underwear “Be honest, I’ll be honest too” I say as I do the same down his underwear “I promise to be quiet.”

We had a little repeat of last night “Lili, can I give you a bite?” Hoshi asked in the heat of passion.

“Claim me Hoshi” I responded without hesitation, fully knowing what he means.

He pulls back the fabric covering my shoulder and bites down, not letting go until I was finished. He then presented his shoulder to me.

“Bite me back, as hard as you can�� he asked “I want it to leave a mark, the mark of my love.”

I bite him and I really didn’t know how hard to go. But then I tasted some blood and stopped to see my mark. The outline of my teeth were pronounced and his mark on me was the same way.

“I want every night to be like this” I say as I look into his eyes “full of love.”

He kissed me “Then lets never part love.”

As I slept, I dreamed of our future together. How things are going to be different once I get all my memories back. I wonder if this is how my parents wanted things to turn out for themselves? We’ll figure things out in the morning and as they come... because I’m with my love and love wins, doesn’t it?

-Chapter 12, End-

#bnha #mha #self insert au #book 2 chapter 12.5 #not canon #will update regularly #ask me anything #//Palma-sama Speaks #oops my hand slipped and spilled all this gay smut on the chapter!#raise your hand if you cried because these bitches finally kissed...*raises both hands*#yall saw the Hoshi forgiveness part? It's a big part of the end of the book and will tie in later! So expect a father and son moment soon #keep sending in your asks! I love your keyboard smashes about these two! Glad to see that yall love their Himbo and Fem dynamic #GUYS! Only two more chapters until the end of this book! Depending on the amount of asks I get for this one...FAQ before the finale #Don't worry! Lili and Hoshi will be the other books but sprinkled in as visiting characters...you'll see why in the next chapter!

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star1117-archives · 3 years ago

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𝟎𝟑: 𝟓𝟏 - 𝐉.𝐖𝐘

➵ Pairing : Niragi!Wooyoung x Fem!Y/N

➵ Genre : Smut + Pwp

➵ W.C : 1142

➵ Warnings : Breast + nipple play, Bondage, Degradation, Gagging, Overstimulation, Indicated squirting, Humping, Biting, Body painting, Handjob, Oral, Facefucking, Dacryphilia.

➵ A/N : Under 16’s DNI. This is a repost that I’m not proud of but oh well.

➵ Network : @cacaokpop-fics

You gulped as he ran his tongue up your neck, languidly licking your skin. His piercing felt amazing on you, sending goosebumps across your body. A little hiss left your lips, your teeth now digging into the soft flesh of your cheek as he nipped at your skin.

“What a cute whore you are, all horny n’ shit for me.”

His finger trailed around the rim of your bikini bottoms, pulling it away from your skin and letting it snap back. When you let out a whimper he only smirked, face dipping into the curve of your chest. Your hands strained against the metal cuffs, body pushing off the bed as you whined with need. His kisses were quick yet teasing, missing where you wanted him most. His hands now gripped your waist that was bucking up onto his chest, tutting mockingly at you.

”Can’t even wait a minute, impatient little bitch.”

His teeth grazed your nipple through the thin material, bringing it between his lips and sucking it slowly. He was teasing you, daring you to react. He knew you couldn’t talk obviously, but he was practically drooling as he saw you suppress your moans.

”Cat got your tongue? What does the slut wanna say? Tell me.”

He pulled the material from your mouth, smirking victoriously when you let out a raw, unfiltered whine. One of his hands snaked up, squeezing your left nipple as he vigorously sucked the other. The cool metal caressed the underside of your breast and you whimpered weakly.

”W-Wooyoung!”

Scoffing Wooyoung pulled away, smacking your chest and letting out a chuckle as he saw your breasts shift about.

”You know that’s not my name, address me properly, filthy fucking whore.”

Tears welled in your eyes as your panties dampened even further, slick making them stick to your skin. He made you feel like shit and it was so fucking addictive.

“Sorry…M-Master.”

Wooyoung nodded and quickly returned to worshipping your body, his teeth finding the edge of your bikini top. A rush of heat went to both your cheeks and pussy in anticipation, thanking the stars you wore a tie front bikini.

Slowly and sensually Wooyoung pulled at the string, unraveling it with small tugs until it finally fell apart. His pupils widened with lust as he laid eyes on your exposed chest, his stare so powerful a grown man could blush from it. Hands slowly raising to your chest, he kneaded your breasts as if they were soft dough.

“M-Master! Please!”

Wooyoung pulled on your nipple hard, twisting and pinching them as you writhed underneath him, crying from the overstimulation. The more you cried the harder he pushed you, determined to break you, break both your body and your spirit. Mould you into his little plaything that is just a pretty cumbucket for him.

And you were falling right into his trap.

With how you were screaming his name, Wooyoung had to gag you once again. Your begs and pleas became broken up by it, your desperation however was evident. Sweat now glistened on your tired body and slick had started to drip down your thighs. You were down bad for this man, and he had you right where he wanted you.

“What, you want me to stop? Leave you alone in a pool of your own sweat and arousal? Because I can do that, if you want.”

Your head instantly shook no, moving from side to side as quickly as you could manage. Wooyoung almost seemed to chuckle at your reaction, picking up the pace and making you buck off the bed yet again.

“Good little whore, letting Master play with you.”

You felt that particular knot form in your stomach as Wooyoung’s mouth crashed into yours, hands still working away at you. It was messy with need, teeth clashing and tongues fighting for control. Inevitably Wooyoung won, and his hips now pressed into yours as he straddled you, his hardened member teasing your clothed pussy.

This was all it took to knock you over the edge, a guttural moan leaving your lips as your body shook, eyes rolling. Wooyoung cursed under his breath when he felt your juices soak onto his trunks, head now buried in your neck as he rutted onto you. Your screams became borderline animalistic from the overwhelming feeling, only turning Wooyoung on more as never ending streams of tears flowed down your cheeks.

He faltered for a second, sinking his teeth into your neck before sitting up, hastily pulling his trunks down and pumping his member. Mere seconds later ropes of cum exploded from his tip, covering your body in the substance. He just sat there for a moment, chest heaving with his head tilted back and eyes shut. Then he looked at you, almost seeming to engrave this image of you into his head. He, at the very least, knew he wouldn’t forget this for a long time.

Finally Wooyoung sighed in content and climbed off you, grabbing the key from the side table and moving higher up the bed to unlock the cuffs. Just as the second cuff came off you pushed at Wooyoung’s chest, making him fall back onto the bed, the upper half of his body resting on the headboard. Before he could even process what had happened, you straddled him, kissing him forcefully.

His hands snaked to your sides, running up and down them with vigour as your heads moved in sync. This kiss was slightly more controlled, less needy.

“C’mon Y/N, ride me. Make me feel good.”

You smirked a bit into the kiss at the lust in his tone, losing all his quick comebacks and rude remarks just so he can feel you. You of course, were happy to oblige. You grabbed the tip of his hardening member, slowly rubbing it as Wooyoung’s head flew back into the headboard, eyes screwed tightly shut as he groaned deeply.

You could tell from the stuttering of his hips he was trying not to buck them up, trying not to show how needy he really was. So, you decided to play with the boy in front of you, tease him until he snaps. Your hand stilled with him in your grasp, and just as he was about to open his eyes, your mouth engulfed him. You licked all the remnants of cum off his member, taking extra care to swirl your tongue around the tip.

Wooyoung was not a patient man, he didn’t have time for your theatrics. So it wasn’t surprising when a few seconds later you were choking on his cock, his large hands grabbing your hair and forcing you down on it. He felt the tears drip onto his skin as you sobbed and gagged, the feeling exhilarating for him.

“Come on baby, you can do better than that. Be a good girl and suck Master properly.”

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rafescoke · 4 years ago

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Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: The second one I was hoping could be a Rafe x reader based on the song why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys. Maybe something along the lines of rafe only calling and giving the reader attention when he wants to hook up. Finally, the reader gets tired of it their feelings known.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself thinking about a certain boy more than what they had agreed on

Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of sex, masterbating, substance, cursing, toxic relationship

A/N: I’ve been updating a new fic every single day and the amount of love you guys are returning is beyond amazing. I love you so much, thank you for all of your kind words <3

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“I was thinking. . .” Rafe trailed, drawing invisible circles against her soft skin. She hummed in response, her eyes closed, feeling so relaxed under the silk bedsheet wrapping around her body.

“We should do this often.”

“Is twice a day isn’t enough for you?” she asked, hiding her smile. She felt him shift, placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close against him. She giggled lightly, feeling him behind her, but she was too tired to do anything.

“We should try doing it every minute,” he simply replied, smelling into her scent. She smelt like vanilla and caramel, just the way he likes it. “Is this the perfume I bought?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling so peaceful she could sleep if he hadn’t pulled her closer against his hardening member. She groaned, trying to scoot forward by an inch, but was stopped by his fingers gripping her hips.

“I’m sore.”

“I know,” he replied casually, still brushing against her bottom. Before he could do anything else she turned, now facing him. She looked at his handsome face, his blue eyes and his soft lips. Her thumb grazed over his top lip, and Rafe swore he could fuck her anytime soon if she kept doing that.

“Are you not tired?” she asked, now cupping his face. He stared into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them before giving her a smile.

“No.”

“You’re mental,” she sighed, but she failed to contain her laugh after. She giggled, still cupping his face, and she has never felt so calm and relax before. Just them two, on top of a bed in some cheap motel, sometimes hearing the couple staying on top of them screaming at each other.

“Are you?” he continued, tilting his head into her hands. She smiled when he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. He loves it. He feels at peace.

(Y/N) sighed, loving yet also hating these kind of moments where she knew they would be acting like strangers after, in front of everyone else. She remembered the exact day after she had had sex with him for the first time, and how he acted so cold afterwards.

“Hey,” (Y/N) smiled, standing beside his form as he squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight to inspect his goal. He didn’t reply, swinging his golf club upwards and hit the golf ball. (Y/N) watched as it flew and landed near the goal, and expressed a smile.

“You’re good.”

“Huh?” he looked up to her, as if just noticed her existence. (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart, especially when he had just whispered so many love words into her ear the night before.

“I said you’re good.”

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered, already making his way back to where his friends were. Clearly not satisfied, she followed him suit, watching as his friends cheered for him. Rafe groaned even harder, and turned to look at her before they got too close to his friends.

“What are you fucking doing here?” he scolded, his eyes staring at a space beside her. (Y/N) raised a brow, being caught off guard, but she tried to play it cool.

“I’m a member of this country club too, Rafe,” she replied, scoffing. “You’re an asshole, do you know that? Are we not going to talk about last ni-”

“Shut up,” he grunted, looking backwards to check on his friends before pulling her a few distance away. “Look, I was on drugs last night. That was not me. Let it go, okay?”

(Y/N) has never experienced that kind of disrespect, and she swore she hated Rafe Cameron so bad that when she got home, she cried against her pillows until the night sky greeted her.

She thought about the many other guys who tried to be with her, but she had pushed them all away for a certain rich boy living 6 houses away from her. The fact that her parents are good friends with Ward and Rose Cameron doesn’t make it any easier, not when she is forced to see him every single Saturday night for ‘barbecue night’.

“What are you thinking?” he suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. She sighed, suddenly scooting away from him. He watched as she turned away, but he didn’t put much thoughts into it.

“I can still smell the weed from you,” she suddenly said, and Rafe let out a laugh. He rubbed his eyes, hating the fact that they are going to repeat the same topic they have fought countless of times before, especially after sex and they had both came down from the high.

“Don’t start, (Y/N), fuck,” he sighed, covering his face with his large hands. He watched as she scooted further, wrapping the covers around her body. “Can you please just lay right next to me?”

“I want to sleep,” she replied, and bit her lips before she could express any tears. Rafe sighed, groaning, and sat up straight, resting on the edge of the bed before reaching for his jeans discarded on the corner of the room.

“I’m leaving,” he said, and (Y/N) heard the metal bar of his belt clanking against his jeans button. “Since you wanna act like a bitch again.”

“You’re an asshole,” she replied, still not looking at him. A tear rolled down her cheeks before she could stop herself, and she quickly wiped them away.

“Whatever,” he said, and she heard the door slammed shut. She cursed, unable to stop her tears now that she was alone. The banter between the husband and wife from the room above filled the silence as (Y/N) sobbed against the pillow and she thought about how it resembled her and Rafe’s relationship so much.

He would call her when he’s under the influence, whispering sweet-nothings through the phone, saying how much he’s missing her and longing for her forehead kisses. The fight they had before the phone call will immediately evaporate into thin air, and (Y/N) will make her way to wherever Rafe is. Sometimes they’ll do it in the car in a secluded alley or sometimes in the cheap motel at Chapel Hill.

But then it was the moments after their brief meeting that had her all moody and depress throughout the week; how he would ignore her, pretending not to see her and forcing himself to say ‘hi’ during their family barbecue.

(Y/N) never thought of herself as someone who’s prone to being in a sneaky relationship, but if that what it takes to be with Rafe Cameron, she was willing to be in one.

It had been a week since the incidence, and Rafe hadn’t call her to meet or anything of the sort. (Y/N) frowned when she thought of this, because the longest fight they had before only lasted for 2 days before he rang her up, asking to meet up.

(Y/N) shook her head, sipping on her martini before setting it on the side of the swimming pool. She dived into the water, trying to get the heat from the scorching sun off of her, and resurfaced seconds after, her wet hair falling down her shoulders.

“(Y/N), where’s dad?” Topper appeared, squatting in front of her as she took another sip on the martini. Her eyes fell to the figure behind her brother, and she almost choked on the liquid.

“Um, I don’t know,” (Y/N) replied, staring at Rafe Cameron as he took out his phone to check on his messages, ignoring her like always. She rolled her eyes at this, knowing that there were no new texts and he was just trying to act like she wasn’t there. She dived into the water again and swam to the other side, away from Rafe and his negative energy.

If Rafe knew she was going to be in the swimming pool, he would have made an excuse to Topper, perhaps saying how he has to take Wheezie to the clinic for an appointment. (Y/N) was almost never home every time he hang out with Topper, so he thought he was safe. But there she was; in the most tempting bikini, swimming and constantly sipping on a martini.

Rafe sat right next to Topper, watching her back from the corners of his eyes as she gazed at the view in front of her. She was laying on her arms, lazily humming to a rock song Rafe plays every time he’s driving.

He jolted when Topper touched his hand.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Topper laughed, “I said, do you wanna eat?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and thinking about good she looked in that bikini. He made a mental note to guess the brand to purchase more of that sort for her.

“Okay, I’m going in to get myself some food. Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Topper asked, sitting on the edge of the seat. Rafe nodded, his eyes still closed, and heard him walking towards the sliding door into the kitchen.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

Rafe opened his eyes, and to his satisfaction, the girl with the (H/C) locks stared at him with her face rested against her arms. His breath hitched, seeing how beautiful she was with the chlorine water dripping from her face, down to her neck, continuing to her che-

“God, you’re a fucking asshole,” she suddenly said, and Rafe had to shook his head from the involuntary thought that appeared in his mind. He groaned, watching as she dived in the water again, and almost catching a glimpse of her bottom. He smiled.

“Are you still a bitch?” he asked when she resurfaced, crossing his arms. “Because if you are, I don’t feel like fucking you right here and right now.”

(Y/N) halted her movements as she tried her best not to look at the smirking boy, and instead staring into the swimming pool as if there was something interesting in it. Rafe laughed, knowing exactly the impact of his words towards her, and thought about wanting to have a little more fun with her.

“I’m asking, baby,” he said softly, and her eyes landed on his. “Are you still a bitch?”

“I brought cookies!” Topper suddenly yelled, appearing from the sliding door and walking towards them with a bright smile. Rafe cursed, laying his back against the seat again and pretending to close his eyes while (Y/N) dived underwater, trying to hide her red face. He was glad when Topper handed him a cookie, talking about wanting to surf tomorrow - so oblivious towards the sexual tension between him and his own twin.

“What do you think?” Topper asked, munching on the cookies all the while trying to see Rafe’s reaction. Rafe nodded, muttering his agreement, but under his sunglasses, he was watching (Y/N) and she too, was watching him.

“Can I have a cookie, Tops?” (Y/N) suddenly interrupted, and without looking at her, Topper gave her a thumbs up sign. (Y/N) smiled, pulling herself up from the pool and Rafe almost had a heart attack from the sight of her curves donning the bikini and the water dripping off of her.

She walked towards them, hair swept to her left shoulder, and Rafe’s gaze followed her fingers as she grabbed a cookie and immediately putting it in her mouth. He watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet taste, all the while sitting under the glowing sun that highlighted her features even more.

He could feel himself getting harder.

“Well,” (Y/N) suddenly said, and Rafe had realized he was too busy looking at her to realize that she was already conversing with Topper. “I’ll go. Is Rafe coming too?”

Both of the siblings’ attention fell towards him, and Rafe found himself clearing his throat before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, where are we?”

“Man, are you sure you’re okay?” Topper asked, removing his sunglasses to look at him clearly. “Do you need water?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rafe quickly added, “Can I, um, go up to your room? I think I need a nap.”

“Yeah, okay,” Topper replied, not thinking much of it. They had been spending so much time under the sun during the summer, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them got sick. “I’ll go upstairs in a second.”

He muttered a thanks, quickly making his way to the top of the house, where Topper stayed. He groaned, feeling himself getting harder, and hating the fact that she was most probably liking the way he was reacting.

He locked the door of the bathroom he has been using since the first day he became friends with Topper, watching himself in the mirror. He closed his eyes while he tried to picture her in his mind, his fingers trying their best to untie the knot of the band of his swimming shorts.

He held himself in the palm of his hands as he pictured her again, this time with her under him. He started sliding his palm over his hardened member, his other hand safely placed on the sink for balance. He thought of the way she’ll bounce on him when she rides him, and bit his lips before he could let out any sounds.

Fuck.

He hated how easy she’ll make him hard and how she has him wrapped around her finger. It was true how they would only do the unholy thing when he was under the influence or they were both under the influence, but he couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling in his stomach every time he saw her.

“Fuck,” he expressed, his grip on the sink tightening. His movements became faster as he tried to picture her mouth and around him, and felt his end coming. He left a string of curses as he finally released himself, watching the shot dripping off the sides of the sink. He grunted, having to do more work, and grabbed himself the white tissues before wiping his mess.

. . .

“Hey.”

“Hey, Rafe,” (Y/N) said, trying to maintain her normal tone. She bit her lips at the sound of his heavy breathing, missing his voice and also his handsome face. She longed to have his face in her hands again, staring at each other’s eyes and kissing each other’s lips right after.

“Can you come over?” he asked, his voice slurring. “No, I mean, can I pick you up?” The sound of laughter and booming music could be heard behind him, giving out his location. (Y/N) sighed, knowing the exact request behind the words, and looked at her wall to check on the time.

“It’s 12 a.m., my mom won’t allow me to go out.”

“Sneak out, then,” Rafe replied, and he said something to his friends before focusing back on her. “Please? I missed you.”

(Y/N) sighed, knowing exactly her problem.

This.

“Okay,” she replied, leaning over her mattress to close her laptop now that she had new plans for the night. “What time are you picking me up?”

“I can’t drive right now,” he said, suddenly realizing how sloshed he was. “Can you come and pick me up, please?”

She sighed again, but she had missed him so much. Him and his touches. His and his words.

Him.

“Okay, send me your location, okay? I’ll pick you up.”

(Y/N) thought about how she couldn’t do it anymore. Not when she has spent most of her life trying to make him love her. He had been friends with her brother since forever, but yet he never seemed to settle on her. She heard about the amount of girls he dated and how she tried to become like them, but after a while, she grew bored of it. She was tired of running after someone who doesn’t want to be caught.

Until the night at the party, where they had been smoking and doing coke and god knows what else. (Y/N) had watched him from the corners of her eyes, liking how attractive he looked under the party lights. He was in a black shirt, his hair messily parted, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

“Thornton, do you know how perfect your smile is?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/N) giggled, her back against the wall as she stared into his eyes.

“You’re mistaking me for my brother, Rafe?” she asked, with that smile again. Rafe licked his lips, looking down to hers before leaning closer to whisper into her ear.

“I’ve got to confess, (Y/N),” he whispered, sending shivers down to her spine. “You’re the hottest sibling.”

When she woke up the next day, laying right next to Rafe Cameron, she had to pinch herself a few times to make sure that she was living in reality, but when she tried to approach him that evening on the golf course, it was like nothing happened that night.

It scarred her until he rang her up again, six days after.

“Rafe,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning over to open the passenger’s door from her seat, seeing how drunk he was. Rafe giggled, getting himself in before shutting the door and staring at her. He leaned towards her and placed a sloppy kiss against her cheeks, down to her neck and stopped directly before her chest.

“Just park in the back,” he ordered, placing his palm on the upper side of her thigh, too close to her heat. She bit her lips as she turned her steering wheel, entering the back alley of the club. Soon after he had texted her his location, she sneaked out through her brother’s porch and stole his car, driving straight towards Rafe.

She turned the ignition off and looked at him, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, groaning when he missed one button. He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away, her face expressing into anger.

“Don’t pull this shit again, fuck,” Rafe sighed, throwing his head back against the seat and covering his face with his hands. (Y/N) caught a glimpse of a gold ring, and noticed how it looked so similar to hers hanging around her neck.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, filling the silence. Rafe let out a shrill laugh, still closing his eyes.

“Still a bitch, I guess.”

“This is the problem, Rafe!” she groaned, causing Rafe to look at her fully in the face when he noticed her increasing volume. “What are we?”

“What do you want to hear?” he simply said, staring at her with empty eyes. He licked his lips, “No, seriously. Tell me the answer, and I’ll say it.”

How cold could he be?

“Rafe, do you see how you’re treating me?” she asked, and she could feel her tears threatening to fall. “Do you realize the difference between sober Rafe and intoxicated Rafe?”

Of course he knew. He just chose to ignore it.

“I can’t do this right now,” Rafe said, putting his hands up in defeat. “Can we just fuck, get over whatever fight we’re having right now, and live our best lives the next day? Can we do that?”

He turned to look at her, and noticed her glassy eyes. He sighed, trying to cup her face, but she flinched at his touch.

“You make me feel like a whore,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “One second you love me, the next second you’re spitting on me.”

He just had the worst night of his life; having a fight with Ward about his business, bumping onto the pogues, catching Sarah and John B. . . and now this?

“You think too much,” he said, but his heartbeat was quickening. He stole a glance at her and watched as she stared at him with empty eyes. “I’m sober now. You know what, (Y/N)? You’re right. I can’t even look at you when I’m not under the influence.”

He turned to open the door, getting out while buttoning his shirt back, not wanting to look at her. He couldn’t stand it, he knew he’ll be too broken if he sees her cry over him. He didn’t know what to do; he panicked, never preparing for this exact moment where he knew she will ask about the state of their relationship.

He watched as she sped away from the alley, her engine roaring against the silence of that particular Friday night, where his day had been nothing but miserable. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his feelings, but before he knew it, he had kicked on the empty beer can on the side of the road, watching its movement as it hit the opposite wall and fell into the trash can.

He laughed at the strange occurrence, his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks and made his way back to the club.

If there’s one thing he’s so sure about himself; Rafe Cameron hates himself more than anyone else in the world.

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"Don’t Cry”

A/N This started off as a drabble, but I got carried away and it turned into a one-shot. I’m really happy with how this one turned out! Based on number #39 from this prompt list for @phoenixblack89

Summary: Daryl hates seeing your tears. He’d much rather see you smiling, instead.

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Atlanta High School.

You’d graduated a long while back — so long ago now that you’d forgotten the feeling of walking its halls, and having your shoes squeak against the cheap wooden planks.

You could see the rows of lockers you’d chatted by daily, and the one in particular where you’d shared your first kiss with a boy whose name you couldn’t remember. The doors of the classrooms seemed familiar, as did the posters on the walls which were the same as they’d been when you attended — something about washing your hands and remembering to vote for class president.

It was as though time stood still.

And, in this very moment, there was nothing you wished for more.

Daryl’s hand was warm on your cheek, and his thumb gentle as he drew faint circles over your skin. You leaned into his touch, the same way you’d done with that boy against your locker — not even a few feet away.

But this was different.

This was Daryl.

Your lips quivered, trembling like a leaf stuck in the wind. Your hands felt numb as they pressed against him, so hard that you thought they would bruise. But all you could hear were those damn lockers — their doors slamming open and closed as they caught in the draft.

Like a sarcastic fucking applause.

Daryl tilted your head up, gently guiding your gaze from his collar to his face, where your eyes caught his. And your breath died in your throat, before bubbling into a sob that rang out in the air like the Atlanta High School bell.

He was smiling.

“Don’t cry,” he said — in the most calm, accepting tone you’d ever heard a person speak. It lacked all of his usual bite, the gruffness you’d come to know and associate with the man.

It sounded foreign.

Maybe that was why, despite his words, the tears poured over anyway, and settled on your cheeks where he swiped them away with a flick of his thumb.

“I wan’-” he started, but paused for a second to grimace from the pain. “I wanna remember ya smilin’.”

You choked on another watery cry, shaking your head away from his gentle hold, as you returned your focus to his wound.

The bite on his collarbone was deep, gushing blood quicker than you could soak it up with the tattered remnants of your jacket. His skin was a stark, vermillion red, as were your hands, as was the floor, as were those fucking lockers where you’d smeared his blood as you tried to carry him to safety.

Everything was red, red, red.

You pressed more firmly, soaking it up with fluttering hands that burnt from the sheer heat of his skin. He felt like a match having been set alight — burning brilliantly beneath your palms as you tried your best to quell the flames.

Daryl rested his hand over yours, engulfing it. “Listen to me, ” he rasped — and you panicked at how much more weak his voice was sounding — “there’s flares in my rucksack.”

He glanced over your shoulder, at the abandoned bag sitting near your feet. It was stuffed with supplies from the school — all of which were now completely useless, and nowhere near worth his goddamn life.

Sweat beaded on his skin, and collected in the dips of his collar — like little pools of salt water.

He squeezed your hand. “Ya gotta get to the roof an’ flag down Rick,” he told you, his smile dropping from his face as he became much more serious. “He’ll come for ya.”

Your hands stilled over the wound for a second, easing their pressure as you took in the man’s words. Then he flashed those eyes at you, which begged for you not to argue.

But you did.

You kicked out your leg behind you, sending that backpack sliding across those cheap wooden planks, and making it thud against a locker. You didn’t need the flares.

You just needed Daryl.

“I can’t-” you yelled, but your voice split, and the man quickly hushed you before it got too loud. After all, the dead had you surrounded. “I’m not leaving you behind,” you spluttered.

Your tone was frantic, panicked, desperate.

You could feel his heartbeat pounding underneath your palms, where you pressed down against it. It was as though you held his heart in your hands — and he’d probably argue that you always had.

Daryl shook his head smally, careful not to disturb the bite further. “An’ ya can’t take me with ya,” he replied.

No, you thought, you would carry him out if it killed you, you would fight your way through, and get him to the infirmary, and you could-

“I ain’t gonna make it, baby girl,” he whispered, “‘m sorry.”

And you broke.

Suddenly, you were aware of the flickering overhead lights that made his skin look so clammy, so sickly. You were conscious of the blood smear trail he’d left behind — that vibrant scarlet which reminded you of a burning sunset — and the pounding at the doors, and the feet squeaking on those floorboards like the lunchtime rush between classes.

“You will!” you yelled, not at all caring about how loud you’d gotten. “You have to, Daryl,” you cried, pleadingly.

His hand felt so warm that it made yours seem cold. It felt like you were the one dying — your heart shattering each time he took a wheezed breath, or flinched in pain.

“How am I-” you asked, but by now your voice had tapered off to a mere whisper. You shook your head. There was no question about it. “I can’t go on without you,” you told him.

You could hear the blood rushing to your ears as your breaths got away from you — too shallow and too sparse. Daryl looked worse each passing minute, his olive skin now a translucent grey.

He took both of your hands in his, making you drop your jacket, as blood seeped through the material of his shirt. You tried to fight against him, eyeing the trail of red as it ran along his collar like a stream, but he kept a hold of your wrists firmly — with the little strength he had left.

“Ya can,” he growled — the grit to his voice causing you to instantly still — “an’ ya will.”

And he flashed those eyes at you again, but this time they had his usual spark behind them.

“Yer the damn strongest woman I e’er met,” he went on, letting his grip loosen on your wrists ever so slightly, “‘m jus’ happy a dumb ol’ redneck like me got to spend a couple good years with ya.”

Then, he smiled.

“It was fun.”

He let your hands drop out of his, no longer having any fight left. But instead, you used them to clamber onto his lap, wrapping them around his torso as you buried your head deep into his chest — his warm, red chest.

“Please don’t talk like that!” you cried, your words muffled by his clothes and lost to his skin.“I’m not going anywhere! I want to stay with you-”

“Nah, that ain’t happenin’,” he snapped — but his hand remained light on your head, gently stroking your hair in his attempts to calm you. “I swear to god, I’ll haunt yer ass if ya dare pull somethin’ tha’ stupid.”

But you grabbed onto his shirt until your knuckles flashed white, bunching up the material in your fists like you couldn’t bear to part with it. It smelt like him — underneath the coppery scent of fresh blood.

Slowly, he tried to coax you out, but you could feel the way his hands shook, and it only made everything worse. Those hands had always been strong — had always been the ones to pick you up and set you back on your feet every time you fell.

“Look a’ me,” he pleaded, his voice croaky. He tilted your chin up again, in the same way he did every time he went to kiss you — and it made your heart hurt, because no kiss followed. “C’mon now, don’ cry,” he whispered, his breath much too hot against your skin, “‘m here.”

“But you won’t be,” you wailed, the words startling you as they crept out from your mouth.

You hadn’t wanted to admit them.

“But I am now,” Daryl replied, just as quick. “So please jus’ smile for me, would ya?”

His hand fell down to your waist, before rubbing small circles in the small of your back — just how he did every morning to wake you up.

You couldn’t do it, but you needed to do it.

For Daryl.

You uncurled yourself from his chest, and wiped away the fresh tears with your shirt, blinking away the rest. You moved in his lap until you were face to face, trying not to catch a glimpse of his wound which continued to pour red.

Then, you finally smiled back at him.

It was wobbly, and forced, but it was wide — and full of love.

“Atta girl,” he choked back, his voice breaking for the first time.

You couldn’t tell whether his glassy eyes were from the fever, or the pain, or from you, but you bit your lip either way.

Don’t cry, you told yourself, and watched as he did.

“Yer so goddamn beautiful,” he mumbled, raising his thumb to the corner of your lips. It was as callous as always, but at this moment it only felt soft. “I was one lucky son o’ a bitch,” he declared, with a warm smile.

You raised your hands in return, cupping his face and feeling his beard tickle over your palms — thinking back to the times you complained at how unkempt it was. His forehead dropped down onto yours, and the heat from his skin radiated outwards, setting you ablaze as you touched.

“I love you, Dixon,” you confessed, as though it were the first time and not the last. “Now and always.”

The overhead lights hummed as they flickered like camera flashes, and the pounding at the door became more incessant.

So, you drowned everything out with a press of your lips to his — as Daryl tilted your head up in the way he always did, and gave you one final kiss which tasted like seasalt and copper. It was underneath the locker where you’d had your first kiss, but now it marked your last one with the man you loved most in this world.

“Me too,” Daryl whispered, as you broke apart. He glanced over your shoulder once again, at the discarded backpack across the hall. “Now get outta here before they break through.”

You stumbled to your feet violently, needing a strong, stark shock to actually be enough to pull you away from the man for good.

And you didn’t look back.

You couldn’t. If you so much as caught a glimpse of those angel wings or heard as little as a breath escape his mouth, you wouldn’t have left.

And that would’ve killed Daryl in more ways than one.

So, you retrieved the backpack, and opened the fire escape door a few feet away, before slipping behind it, and sliding down to your knees.

The concrete cut your skin open, and once again you were confronted with red.

A cry escaped you, which morphed into a wail as you clutched your chest and tried to fix the bleeding happening inside it — the red that you couldn’t see.

But a shout startled you, and ceased your sobs as soon as they sounded.

“Don’ cry!” Daryl’s voice yelled, muffled by the metal door but still strong, and guttural, and fierce. “I can hear ya!”

So, you picked yourself back up, and set yourself on your feet in the same way he’d taught you how — and you ran for the roof, flare in hand.

Atlanta High School always had the best rooftop view.

The sunset stretched out in the distance, one of brilliant vermillion, and warm, copper orange. The balcony was the same as you remembered, with high metal railings to keep students from jumping, or getting too close to that view.

This roof had been the place where you’d yelled about hating this place, this town, this state — and had cried out to the sky about wishing to anywhere but here.

But now you didn’t want to leave.

Because your everything was right here.

You held the flare in your hand, wondering what colours it would burst and illuminate the sky — whilst praying it would be anything other than red.

You let off the flare, and a single gunshot followed.

End.

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waiting-for-motivation · 4 years ago

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insecurities

summary: Because his girlfriend hates her body, Poe does everything he can to help her accept herself.

pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

warnings: angst, fluff, insecurities so maybe trigger warning

words: 682

a/n: I‘M BACK BITCHES yeah after two months with a writers block this is my first piece of writing so expect the worst hehe STILL HOPE YOU LIKE IT :)

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She is perfect. She is the definition of perfection in Poes eyes. He would never find a mistake in her pure soul. (Y/n) means everything to Poe, therefore his heart skips a beat the moment he sees her tonight. A long black dress covers most of her body, still revealing enough skin to let his eyes wander.

There is a dreamy smile on Poes lips, and he stops in his tracks, just staring at his breathtakingly beautiful girlfriend. Now and then he has no explanation why she is still with him. And now is one of those moments.

It’s not because (Y/n) is wearing a dress, her hair as well as make up are done, that Poe admires her. It’s because she is his girlfriend, his everything and means so much to Poe. He loves literally anything about her - the way she smiles at his beloved droid, the moments with her in bed early in the morning, her laugh whenever he does something stupid. She is beautiful every second of the day.

But that’s not what (Y/n) sees. Her eyes focus so hard on every inch of her body that her sight becomes blurred after some time. Because of this, she does not notice Poe right behind her. Only when he takes a deep breath to come back into reality, does she flinch.

“Darling. You are the most-“

“Please…don’t!“

At last, (Y/n) turns around without looking Poe in the eyes and even wraps both arms around herself, covering her chest. Poe takes a step forward and places a hand on her cheek. Only now does he notice the tears filling her eyes.

“What‘s upsetting you?“

(Y/n) takes a deep breath. Then she turns back around, looking at herself in the huge mirror. Her hair has a bland color and strange texture. Her skin is not as clean as the one of others her age. Her boobs have the wrong size. Her legs show too many stretch marks. Her whole body is strangely formed. At least that is what she sees.

Poe sees a whole other version of her. She is perfect in his eyes and so lovely. He loves her so much, and no one compares to her.

“I hate myself so much. My body-“, (Y/n) sobs and the tears run over her cheeks, wetting Poes hand which is still caressing her face. His second hand carefully grabs her neck and pulls his love closer.

“Stop! No, darling. You are beautiful the way you are. You are so perfect to me“, Poe interrupts (Y/n)s rambling about every insecurity she can find on her body. Every single insecurity she can think of only makes Poe love her more.

The moment (Y/n) sobs so hard that Poe believes his heart will break, he pulls her into a hug. She hides her face in his neck and wraps both her arms tightly around him. They stay like this for a long time. (Y/n) cries. Poe tries to reassure, whispering sweet nothings.

“Hey, you remember me being insecure about my ass?“, Poe asks after some time and can hear a soft giggle coming from his girl. He smiles and continues to stroke (Y/n)s hair.

“Stop that. You know I love your big butt“, (Y/n) whispers. Poes body shakes with laughter, so she raises her head and looks at her boyfriend.

“And that is my whole point, darling. I had a hard time accepting myself, even waited so long with letting the seat of my x-wing customize that I had sometimes bruises from it. But when I met you, and you accepted me the way I am, I learned to love even my insecurities“, Poe explains with passion. (Y/n) eyes glisten, not with tears but with appreciation. A smile starts to form on her lips, and she wipes away her tears.

“Thank you so much. I love you“, (Y/n) sighs happily and places one of her hands behind Poes neck, pulling him closer. Their lips finally meet in a sweet and passionate kiss. (Y/n)s free hand wanders from Poes chest to his back. “and your butt!“

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babyboibucky · 4 years ago

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Project V: Pierced

Pairing: College!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky convinces you to get matching nipple piercings.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, mention of oral, piercing pain lmfao, these two being dumbasses as usual

A/N: Maaaaaaaan, seeing Seb with them piercings really hyped me up to write shit lmfao

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“Let’s get matching something.”

Bucky proposed as he lounged on your bed, his notes against his chest. You just got out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your chest with water droplets dripping from your neck down to your cleavage. You saw how Bucky’s eyes followed the droplets until it disappeared into your towel.

“Matching what?” You asked and started applying lotion all over your body.

Bucky’s ears turned red as he watched your hands slide up from your calf up to your thighs, the hem of your towel riding up a bit to expose your skin beneath. You snapped your fingers right in his face and made a face, “My eyes are up here, why the fuck are you so horny all the time?” you complained.

“You’re in a fucking towel and I can literally see your pussy from here. Of course I’m gonna feel horny!” he defended. “Anyway, matching something. What do you think?” Bucky asked again, turning to his side as he watched you continue with your post-shower routine.

You shrugged, “How about bracelets? Rings?” you suggested as you slipped on your underwear.

“Too basic.” Bucky said.

“Matching tats?” you asked and then gasped when an idea struck you. “Get a tattoo of my pussy and I’ll have your dick inked on my butt cheek.”

Bucky deadpanned at you, “Are you for real?” he asked. “Also, I don’t want matching tattoos. It’s too common. And Steve and Sam got matching tattoos. We gotta stand out ‘cause we’re not just regular best friends.” he explained, finally sitting up on your bed.

You were now clad in a loose shirt and skipped on the shorts. Turning around to face Bucky, you placed your hands on your hips. “You’re just jealous that Steve decided to get matching tats with Sam and not you.” you teased and sat down next Bucky on your bed.

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” he dismissed and thought about what else the both of you can get.

You were combing your hair when Bucky found himself staring at your tits, noticing your pebbled nipples straining through the thin fabric of your shirt.

And then had a eureka moment.

“Let’s get our nips pierced!”

“Can I still back out?” you asked, tugging Bucky’s hand as the both of you entered the tattoo parlor.

You refused to get your nipples pierced, you clearly remembered shooting that idea down as soon as Bucky suggested it. But Bucky, Bucky, Bucky...he had a way with his words and his tongue that made you cry out yes to his suggestion.

Fucking Bucky and his talent at cunnilingus. If that man tried to convince you to help him hide a dead body by eating you out, you would’ve started digging a grave as soon as he was done with you.

He was that good at it.

“Pussy.” Bucky teased.

“Using ‘pussy’ as an insult doesn’t make any sense because this pussy can take a pounding. You should know that better than anyone.” you spat back with a scowl.

Bucky frowned at you, “Okay, fine. I take that back. But no one’s backing out. C’mon, we’d be the coolest BFFs in town with these piercings.” he insisted.

You were about to retort back but was immediately cut off when a guy called both your names, confirming the appointment that was made a week ago. Bucky took your hand and pulled you with him further into the parlor, leaving you with no choice but to give in.

“Alright, so nipple piercings huh?” the guy asked. “Are we gonna do both...or?”

You raised your hand, “What’s the aftercare like?” you went straight to the point.

“Oh well, just don’t touch it for as long as you can. It takes about 6 months to a full year for it to completely heal. Wear a cotton bra or skip on it if possible. Try not to tug at the piercings so when doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples.” he explained so casually.

You turned to Bucky, “When doing the nasty, try not to include the nipples. You sure about this, Buck?” you asked, knowing how much Bucky loved playing with your tits during sex.

Bucky swallowed, “For how long should we avoid the nipple play?” he asked shamelessly.

“Couple of months to a full year.”

“Fuck!” Bucky hissed, ignoring how the piercer burst out laughing at his disappointment.

“So what? We still gonna do this or?” you asked.

Bucky pondered for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh, “I really want us to be the coolest BFFs out there.”

The both of you decided to show off the piercings back at the dorm, wanting it to be a moment of surprise. The Uber ride was quiet for some reason, tension thick in the air.

“You screamed like a bitch back there.” you said, finally breaking the silence.

Bucky looked offended when he snapped his head towards you, “My pain tolerance is low, okay?” he excused. “And it really did hurt. At least I didn’t whimper like a whore.” he said.

It was true though, you did whimper like a whore getting fucked by three dicks all at once. You always thought you tolerated pain pretty well, getting a Brazilian was a regular thing for you and it never made you flinch. Nipple piercings though? Jesus fucking christ, you couldn’t even explain how much it fucking hurt.

You laughed sarcastically at Bucky’s rebuttal, “Better than screaming as if you were being pegged with no prep.”

As soon as you arrived at Bucky’s dorm, he scrambled to lock the door in hopes of Steve not coming home any time soon. He’d already seen you wearing Bucky’s boxers, he doesn’t need to see the both of you showing off your newly pierced nipples at each other.

“Okay. You ready?” Bucky asked as he stood in front of you.

“On three.�� you said before starting off the countdown.

As soon as the countdown was over, Bucky reached for his shirt from behind, removing it at the same time you removed yours, followed by the thin bralette you wore underneath.

“Oh my god, we actually did it.” you snorted, looking closely at the ball closure ring that Bucky went for.

“Shit, I didn’t know you got straight barbells on yours.” Bucky asked, his eyes glued on your slightly red nipples. “Fuck, your tits look so good with piercings.” he grunted breathlessly.

You licked your lips and groaned at the confession you were about to make, “Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’m so fucking turned on right now.”

Bucky groaned, “Me too. Jesus, I thought I was gay because I got an erection when the dude pierced my first nipple. I mean, he was pretty handsome too.”

“I’m sure we can fuck but we just have to avoid the nips so just hit me from the back.” you said and quickly shimmied off your pants together with your panties.

Bucky rushed to remove his and went over to his bed, kneeling behind as you positioned yourself on all fours. You got so wet at the thought of Bucky’s nipples having piercings that you didn’t need that much foreplay to get ready. Bucky slid his fingers along your folds, gathering more wetness from your entrance before smearing it.

“Fuck, just get on with it!” you moaned and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

Bucky jerked his cock a couple of times before finally sliding easily into your cunt. He choked on his moan at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around his hard cock. He had been hard too on the way home, no wonder there was tension in that Uber ride.

“Go fast and hard, I’m not gonna last.” you urged, pushing your ass back to meet Bucky’s thrusts.

Placing a hand on your neck and the other on your waist, Bucky fucked you the way you wanted. Thank goodness you started taking pills because Bucky didn’t have the patience to even put a condom on. He felt like he was going to nut as soon as his eyes landed on your pierced nipples, so perky and still swollen.

“Oh shit, fuck. I’m so fucking horny.” Bucky said, his jaw tensing as he watched your ass bounce every time he slammed back inside of you.

A couple more thrusts and your entire body trembled, a soft moan slipping past your lips when you came hard. Even without being touched, your nipples felt sensitive because of the piercings, the sensation only adding to your pleasure when you reached your orgasm.

“Shit, fuck. I gotta see those tits bounce. I can’t cum without seeing them.” Bucky said and pulled out to gently turn you around.

Now on your back with your legs spread open, Bucky slipped inside and continued to fuck you. His hands gripped the pillow beneath your head for leverage as he jackhammered you onto the bed, your hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you felt another orgasm approach you.

You lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s lips in a kiss, moaning into his mouth when you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix. Your vision blacked out momentarily when you came for the second time. Just as when you regained your senses, Bucky got lost in his own orgasm that he completely forgot about the piercings. He grabbed your left breast and pinched your nipple, your scream joining his loud moan when he came.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” you cried out, the pain too much to bear that you also didn’t notice that your hand clawed at Bucky’s right pec with your middle finger getting caught in his piercing, accidentally ripping it out in the process.

“Motherfucker!”

“What the hell happened? Are you both okay?!” Steve worriedly asked as soon as he arrived at the ER of a nearby hospital.

Upon getting Bucky’s voicemail about rushing to the hospital, Steve panicked and went there as soon as he could. He had been Bucky’s emergency contact for a long time now and he was used to receiving calls from police stations due to how often Bucky got himself in trouble, especially when drunk. But Bucky calling, sounding like he was in immense pain, telling him that he needed to go to the hospital?

It was the first time it ever happened so it was understandable for Steve to panic like a husband who got a call informing him that his wife was going into labor.

You and Bucky exchanged glances, faces red from embarrassment before nodding.

“We’re good.” you curtly responded, scratching your neck.

“What happened?” Steve asked again, brows furrowing as he looked at you and Bucky alternately.

You nudged Bucky’s ribs with your elbow, widening your eyes at him as you urged him to do the explaining.

“We uh...werippedouteachothersnipplepiercings.” he murmured to himself.

Steve frowned, “I didn’t catch a word that you said.”

“We ripped out each other’s piercings by accident.” you repeated, clearly and slowly this time.

“Did your earlobes get ripped off or what?” Steve asked, taking a closer look at both your ears.

Confusion washed over his face when he noticed that your ear piercings were still intact and that Bucky didn’t even have his ears pierced. Steve straightened up and crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you like a reprimanding father.

“What did the two of you do this time?”

A nurse stepped into the scene and offered Steve a kind smile before turning to you and Bucky, handing over a prescription.

“Make sure to follow the instructions when applying the ointment and both your nipples should heal properly.” she explained before walking out.

“Nipples?!” Steve gasped out.

Bucky sighed but shrugged in response, “At least we’re the coolest BFFs out there with matching nipple piercings.”

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hwascripts · 4 years ago

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Masterlist

WC: Unknown

TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, a bit of angst, I think that’s it!

This is heavily unedited because it’s my Levi simp hours and I need Dad!Levi headcanons. Also your kid and Eren’s kid are gender neutral

Levi as a father

-I honestly don’t picture Levi as someone who planned on having kids but rather someone who ends up having kids by complete accident. Living in the walls during a war is absolute hell and he doesn’t want his kids to suffer the same way he did growing up.

-Whether or not the kid is adopted or his biological kid- it doesn’t matter to him, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the parentage of his kid...if he raises the kid then you better believe it’s his kid.

If your kid is adopted then here’s how I picture you guys becoming their parents

- During one of your expeditions beyond the walls you find (what you think is) an abandoned cabin in the woods. When you point it out Levi just tells you to ignore it and focus on the task Erwin gave you, but you have this weird gut feeling that someone is in there. While Levi is distracted you go off to the cabin and peek inside and to your horror- there is a small child, no older than a few months crying in it’s deceased mothers arms. You run over and pry the crying baby from the mother’s hands and immediately start trying to hush it’s cries

-Levi notices the fact that you’ve left his side after a few minutes of silence and he pinches his nose in frustration- of course you went to check out the cabin he told you to ignore. He flies away from the tree he was perched on and makes his way to the cabin to look for you- upon reaching the cabin his eyes widen from pure shock. Where the hell did you get a crying baby from? he can’t help but be filled with sorrow when he notice’s the child’s dead parents on the ground behind you- bandits had probably murdered them.

-The two of you have a huge argument about what you should do with the orphan child and this results in the two of you not speaking for over a week. But as the week goes on, he realizes that him and that baby are more similar than he thinks. Levi never had a father- the closest father figure in his life being Kenny who abandoned him at a young age, and his dear mother Kuchel who died of sickness when he was just a boy. Both Levi and the child didn’t have parents in their lives, fate cruelly ripping that away from them. He see’s himself in that baby.

-After a week of silence Levi storms into your office only to catch you asleep with the baby on your chest, his heart softens just the slightest bit at the image. He sits next to you and gently shakes you awake- careful to not wake the sleeping baby. Before you can even say anything he quietly states:

-”we’re not abandoning the baby, we can raise them together”

-All the worry and stress you carried melted away after hearing his words.

If your kid was biologically his, this is how I picture it turning out:

-The day Hanji informed you that you were pregnant was quite possibly one of the worst days of your life (sorry to be angsty) how the hell could you have gotten pregnant? the amount of stress, physical strain on your body and sleepless nights is not ideal for fertility- so how the hell did this happen?

-How the hell would you even tell Levi? The topic of children has never once come up and you’re sure he would never want to raise a child in the walls while titans destroy and kill everyone in sight. Besides- the two of you already have enough on your plates as it is.

- You’d tell him straight out that you were pregnant during your nightly tea time before bed, just straight up dropping the news on him. It takes a few seconds for him to fully register what you just told him but once he finally understands he drops his teacup, the boiling hot tea staining his jacket. All he can do is sputter like a fish out of water and aggressively try to clean the stain.

- I’m going to be realistic here- the last thing he would do is jump for joy and kiss you. I hate to be angsty again but realistically he’d probably storm off and go for a walk around the town while he tries to take in the news. I see him unintentionally ignoring you for a few days while he tries to accept the fact that the two of you are bringing a child into this world.

-After about a week he’s finally calmed himself enough to talk to you about the situation and what the best thing for the two of you is. Again, he isn’t happy that you guys are bringing a kid into this- but who the hell would be? but he sure as hell won’t take that out on the kid, he thinks that’s the most pathetic thing you can do as a parent.

-”look, our situation is shitty but I’m not leaving you to raise the brat on your own”

How he is as a father

- I’m not going to lie to you, he is not the type to coddle his kid or show them a lot of affection. To be honest he doesn’t know a single thing about parenting, the only “parent” he had taught him violence and then left Levi to fend for himself- but he does know that most children don’t grow up around violence so he refuses to be even the slightest bit like his uncle Kenny.

- 100% calls his kid brat, ankle-biter, kid...you name it- but he doesn’t mean it in a derogatory way because deep down inside he still has a soft spot for the kid.

-He rarely ever shows physical affection to the kid because he just doesn’t know how, he never knew the affectionate touch of another human until you came along. That’s not to say that he doesn’t love his kid- he would sacrifice his life without second thought to protect them.

-He doesn’t realize how distant and cold he can be to his kid until he overhears them crying to you about how “daddy doesn’t love me” and his heart just shatters into a million pieces because he DOES love them but for the life of him he just can’t find a way to show it.

-Levi ends up sitting down with the kid and having a conversation that was long overdue (for reference the kid is now 7 years old) and he admits that he loves them more than anything for the first time.

-Your kid just stares at him for a second and blinks because this is the VERY FIRST TIME they’re hearing their dad say I love you- Levi nearly has a heart attack when the kid launches themselves into his chest and starts sobbing.

-For the very first time in 7 years this kid is finally experiencing the love from their father (besides awkward headpats) and the feeling is just so foreign to both of them that even Levi sniffles a little bit

-Levi silently rocks them back and forth while he rubs their back, the child’s sobs turning into soft sniffles. But what Levi says next shocks all three of you.

“I’m sorry for being a terrible father. forgive me little one?”

-You don’t know what shocks you more- the fact he apologized or that he called your child “little one” instead of the usual “brat”. The kid looks at him while wiping their tears away.

“you’re not a bad daddy. I love you papa”

-To this day Levi swears he just had watery eyes because of the dust but you know damn well they were fat tears rolling down his face

-After this incident Levi swears to himself that he’ll be a more affectionate father, a father who tells his kid that he’s proud of them, a father who their kid can rely on.

-He’s tough on his kid and never lets them slack off, he scolds them whenever they make bad choices and sometimes your kid says he’s got a stick up his ass (you lightly scold them but the two of you always end up laughing because it’s true) but your husband deeply cares for your child and does it so they can grow into the best version of themselves.

-Did I mention that he absolutely flips the fuck out when your kid brings home Eren’s kid to introduce you to them? You have to sit on him to make sure that he doesn’t strangle the poor bastard.

“If that son of a bitch is anything like his father then they’re going home in a bodybag!” “Levi you can’t threaten them just because they’re Eren’s kid!” “Like hell I can’t! nobody is good enough for our child”

-Your kid quickly learns that they can’t bring their significant other home while Levi is there- unless they have a death wish. The two of you team up to keep Levi distracted for a few hours while the couple chills in your living room

-Your kid swears like a sailor (just like their dad) and Levi swears on his life that he’s not the one that taught them that.

“What the hell do you mean? I didn’t do shit! I don’t fucking know where they picked that up from!” *cue you looking into the camera*

-He’s so damn proud when he see’s his kid graduate at the top of their class. He doesn’t scream at the top of his lungs when your kid walks across the stage but he pulls them to the side after and congratulates them with a small smile on his face

“Good job. I’m proud of you, damn brat”

-Gives them one of his rare Levi hugs and the kid nearly drops the diploma in shock because “wtf dad never hugs me”

-You have to pinch his side multiple times during your kid and Eren’s kids wedding because he won’t shut the hell up with snarky remarks

“Say no goddamnit!” *you pinch him*

“Ow son of a bitch! what the fuck Y/n?”

“Would you shut the hell up and be happy for our child on their wedding day?!”

“I would if our child had taste and picked someone el- OW FUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up already and behave, Levi!”

-He grumbles while the rest of the former cadets and captains laugh at his sour look

Silly headcanons

-God could you imagine Levi and your kid sitting at the dinner table, it’s almost midnight and they’re arguing over a homework question neither of them understand. This is the night both of you hear your kid swear

“What the hell is this shit? Improper fractions are made-up bullshit”

“If you don’t know then how the fuck am I suppose to know?”

-It’s so silent you can hear a pin drop

“Levi come here for a second”

“Shit...finish this while I’m gone, brat”

-Your kid laughs their ass off while you pull Levi’s ear and drag him to your shared room

‘Yeah keep fucking laughing at your dad, brat!”

“LEVI!”

-An absolute nightmare when it comes to cleaning oh my god both you and your kid wanna kill him sometimes

“This shit isn’t clean, you wipe it down six times and then place it at an angle”

“Levi it’s a fucking T.V. Remote”

-The war ended years ago now and he tells your kid about all the titans he killed and the ass he kicked

“And then I sliced that ugly bastard titan’s head clean off!”

“Levi for someone who’s a clean freak your stories sure are gross”

-The noise the toaster makes when it’s done scares the shit out of him. He’ll be in the middle of scolding your kid and then he jumps because the toaster is done and your kid just thinks it’s comedic gold

“I fucking told you not to do that shit but you went and did it anyways, do you know how irresponsi-FUCK! damn toaster- Hey stop laughing brat I’m not done yet!”

That’s all I’ve got for now- stay tuned

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astranva · 4 years ago

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Locked Out

Word Count: 1.6k

Warning: Few swear words.

Category: Angst to fluff.

Prompt: “Stop running from me.”

Summary: Communication is key, but you locked Harry out.

let me know what you think, anon! hope you like this🤍

// masterlist //

When you ask couples of their best period, they would tell you that it’s the “honeymoon phase” of their relationships.

They’d swear up and down on the cute gestures their partner did, giving you a list of all the fuzzy emotions they felt during that very time, how everything left a lingering sweet taste that they longed for.

Some would say that their honeymoon phase wasn’t just that, a phase, but it was a belief that both partners could practice so it would linger and embed itself into their relationship with no signs of decay from the passing years.

These are the same people who would go on and on about how it was communication that kept all these “sparks alive” and how important confrontation was; how being with someone meant that you unravel yourself to them.

Harry knew that seeking perfection was pointless because nobody would ever reach that, not him, not his closest friend, and not you.

It was why he accepted how you were a closed-off person when you began seeing each other; you weren’t one to open up and spill out your emotions and deepest thoughts that were anything but the happy aura you had around you at all times.

He accepted you.

It was acceptance that built the 10-month relationship.

You were there for Harry whenever he needed you, during the bad and good; the stress of writing a new record, the stress of how the world saw him, the stress of wanting to reach a perfection he knew didn’t exist.

You held him at night as he was naked in more ways than lack of clothing would be. It was when he was vulnerable and felt small that your heart clenched, feeling helpless even though you were the first person he sought after good news or an uneasy day.

It was you who held him as he cried. It was you who assured him when the industry made him feel like he wasn’t good enough. It was you who cursed at the world when it gave him shit for his self-exploration and self-love that you praised him for.

It was you.

But it was never him.

It wasn’t because Harry didn’t care nor didn’t put effort at helping you feel at ease; it was because you had denied him of that privilege.

You fought your demons on your own to a point where you tried convincing everyone around you that you didn’t have any before shifting the conversation so that their needs and state were put before your own.

Besides crying that one time as the both of you watched Marley & Me, Harry had never seen you cry, although he heard you a few times.

It happened one time, 3 months into your relationship. He was surprising you at your office with lunch, smiling and greeting your colleagues whom he had seen a few times before he reached your office, putting a finger to his lips as to hush your assistant with a smile before he quietly opened the door to your office.

Your chair was turned towards the window, and if Harry was any louder, he could’ve missed the quiet sound of your sobs.

“Lovie?”

And he heard you gasp and saw your arms moving furiously before you turned, avoiding eye contact as you took a gulp of the glass of water on your desk.

“What’s wrong?”

He was gentle, he knew he was. So why did you tell him that you were “just a little tired”?

And then it happened again at a party Jeff was hosting.

He noticed that one minute you were beside him as he talked to his friends, the next you weren’t.

The music wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t quiet enough to make you hear your phone. He had searched for you everywhere before finally trying to check if you were at the restroom.

He knocked, “Y/N?”

His ear was pressed against the door and it was why he heard the sniffle before he heard your voice, “I’ll be out in a minute!” Your voice broke at the end.

“Are you okay, Lovie? Do you want me to come in there?”

“No, H. I’m fine.”

I’m fine.

Two words Harry never believed.

And although he tried to get you to talk that night, assuring you that he would listen to whatever that was on your mind, he reached the same dead-end street – you were “fine.”

The both of you were shopping when it happened.

Holding two bags in one hand, Harry held your hand in his free one as you walked outside the Gucci store he wanted to visit.

You were midway through a laugh at Harry’s reminder of how you looked in one fiery red and brown sweater that you tried and he had taken a picture of when suddenly a shout directed to you sounded from across the street.

“You don’t fucking deserve him, you fucking gold-digger!”

Harry was a royalty when it came to not giving haters the reaction they wanted, but to hear something directed to you so directly and vulgarly, he was seething.

His head instantly snapped towards the source, looking at the girl who insulted you, standing among other fans and paps.

It was you tugging on his hand that had him drift his attention, “Let it go.”

“Let it go?” He questioned, face hard as you somewhat dragged him towards your car, “No, this wasn’t-”

“Harry, please.”

“She just insulted you.”

“Just get in the car, alright?” Your defeated look almost made him soften – keyword: almost.

Harry got inside with a slam of the door and a scowl on his face, running the car before driving.

Once he got out of the street, Harry glanced at you, “Are you not angry?”

“No.”

You couldn’t be real.

“But you know it’s not true, don’t you?” He asked with concern, glancing from you to the road.

With every passing second that you remained quiet in, Harry’s heart seemed to break.

“Don’t you, Y/N?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You said quietly, moving your legs so that they didn’t face him before you looked out of the window.

“Of course you don’t,” he found himself saying, “You never do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You frowned, turning back to look at him.

“It means you don’t talk to me, Y/N. Ever.”

“I do talk to you.”

“I mean opening up, Y/N,” he clarified, “I’m always bitching about my problems, crying to you and ranting about everything, but I just don’t get why you don’t do the same. Not even the slightest. And don’t give me the because there’s nothing wrong bullshit, please, because we both know that’s not true.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say.” Your voice was raised a little.

“I just want you to trust that I won’t judge you, that I’ll listen to you,” he frowned, “That you don’t have to do and feel everything on your own.”

You remained quiet for the rest of the ride and Harry hated it.

Reaching your apartment, he followed you up and into it, cautiously watching your every move and how you seemed to keep distance from between the both of you.

“What do you want for dinner?” You asked him, your tone almost fooling him and driving him into denial of how nothing wrong had happened only some minutes ago.

Softly, Harry sighed as he watched you begin to take out a few ingredients from your cupboards, “Are we not going to talk about what happened? You want us to just sleep on it?”

“What’s there to talk about?”

Your reply angered him, his jaw clenching for a second before he squinted his eyes at you, “Will you ever stop doing that?”

Sighing, you turned to face him, “Doing what?”

“This,” he gestured towards you, “Denying any discomfort or feeling just because you want to convince everyone that everything is fine when something isn’t, Y/N.”

“You know that I’m not one to open up. You knew that before we got together.”

“I do and I accept that, but can’t you see that it’s unfair, too? I had to find about Jim stealing your designs from your assistant, Y/N. I had no idea that you were terrified of cats until Sarah told me, yet you let me place Evie on your fucking lap and didn’t utter a word! I can go on for days, Y/N,” Harry said, the frown not leaving his face before his face softened, “It’s like every time I finally catch up with you, you run away.”

“It has always been like that for me, don’t you understand that?!” You shouted, mentally cursing at yourself at how your eyes grew tearful.

“I do understand and I understand that it’s something we can work on together! As a couple, a team,” he gestured at the distance between the both of you, “I just need you to help me out, Y/N!”

“What the fuck do you want me to do?” You threw your arms in the air.

With a soft expression and a pained look, Harry’s shoulders slumped down. “Stop running from me.”

Sensing your uneasiness, Harry approached you, engulfing you in a hug as he tightly wrapped his arms around you, feeling you clutch to his sweatshirt.

And then he heard it.

You let out a sob, crying into his chest as you shook against him.

He said nothing, but Harry held you.

“I’ll try,” you had managed to let out and although it was muffled, he heard it, “I’ll try, I promise.”

Harry moved his head to press a kiss to the top of your head, pulling away slightly to cup your face and have you look up at him, “At your own pace, Lovie. No rush.”

You only nodded, face looking innocent as Harry left a kiss on your nose.

“No rush.” He promised.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles angst imagine #angst #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst one shot #otp angst prompts #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff imagine

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arrowflier · 4 years ago

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Oh! I have a prompt. Post-series, Mickey and Carl: destructive due, but like juuuust this side of legal and definitely morally ambiguous. Extra points if Mickey is protective because family's family

Okay this is definitely not what you were expecting but I was having such a hard time thinking of something for them to do lol. Of course now that I've done it I have more logical ideas but too late.😅

“Fuck, get the fucking—”

“I’m gettin it, I’m gettin it!”

“Well get it faster, I’m bleeding the fuck out over here!”

Ian groaned at the loud voices coming from the kitchen, stirring awake from where he had been napping on the living room sofa.

“The fuck is going on?” he muttered, sitting up and wiping at his dry eyes. The voices in the other room had stopped, but were replaced by loud crashes and slamming drawers as someone searched for something and, apparently, didn’t find it quickly enough.

Ian pushed himself to his feet, letting the scratchy hand-made blanket slide to the floor, and wandered on stiff legs toward the noise.

When he got far enough to see into the kitchen, he stopped and rubbed his eyes again, just to make sure he wasn’t having some kind of weird dream.

“Mickey?” Ian asked, and his husband started, looking both surprised and guilty. Mickey sat at the kitchen table, clutching a raggedy old towel around one hand, a towel that was slowly turning red with seeping blood.

“Mickey, what happened?” Ian prodded, waking up enough to realize that this was not a normal thing for a Sunday evening. They had come by the house for a late lunch and stayed to hang out and play with Franny—how had Mickey ended up bleeding in the kitchen when Ian had left him just 30 minutes ago to shut his eyes for a spell?

“Nothin’, man, everything’s fine,” Mickey answered gruffly, not meeting Ian’s eyes. “Just had a little incident, it’s all good.”

“All good?” Ian repeated, voice rising. “Mickey, you’re bleeding!”

His husband just shrugged.

“I mean, yeah, but not that bad.”

Before Ian could tear into his husband for playing down his apparent injury, Carl was returning from the bathroom off the kitchen, first aid kit in one hand.

“Found it!” he cried, waving the thing around like a victory flag. “Let’s get you patched up before Ian…”

Carl trailed off, seeing that Ian was, in fact, already awake and aware.

“Before Ian what?” Ian himself asked lowly, and Carl glanced at Mickey before offering a too-casual shrug.

Ian sighed, rubbing the last of the sleep from his eyes, and gestured to Carl.

“Give it here,” he ordered. “I don’t know what you two got up to, but at least let me fix it.”

Carl passed the first aid kit over without a word, throwing Mickey an apologetic glance. Ian just opened the box and set it on the table, digging through it for alcohol wipes and gauze, and sat in front of Mickey to unwind the towel from his hand.

“You promised me you’d stop doing stupid shit, you know,” Ian reminded his husband, and Mickey scowled.

“No, I promised I’d do less stupid shit,” he corrected, “and this wasn’t fuckin’ stupid.”

Ian raised an eyebrow at that claim, but Carl was ready to back Mickey up.

“It was so badass, Ian,” he gushed immediately. “You should’ve seen him!”

“Seen him do what?” Ian asked cautiously as Mickey avoided his gaze some more. Finally removing the last layer of the towel, Ian winced when he saw the cuts on Mickey’s hand. “Seen him slice himself up?” he added, but Carl shook his head.

“Nah, that happened after,” he said, then frowned. “Or during, I guess? But it wasn’t his fault, that thing had it out for him!”

Dare he ask? Ian wondered. Or, knowing his husband and his brother, perhaps the question should be dare he not?

Thing?” he made himself question, and Carl pounced on the opportunity to tell the full story. Or at least, the Carl version.

“Yeah, so there was this drone, right?” he started, and Ian was already feeling a groan coming on.

“A drone,” he said flatly, ignoring Mickey’s hiss as he wiped his hand clean.

“Yeah,” Carl went on, oblivious to Ian’s tone. “It’s been flying around here for days, always sneaking up on Debbie and Fran.”

“And did you report it?” Ian asked, already knowing the answer.

“The fuck would we do that for?” Mickey chimed in, and Ian rolled his eyes when Carl nodded his agreement.

“Carl, you’re a cop,” Ian said, exasperated.

“Yeah, but they don’t take shit like that seriously,” Carl defended, and well, Ian had to give him that. “But anyway, it showed up again just now, hovering around the pool while Franny was swimming, so we took it down.”

Ian let out a heavy breath, and closed his eyes.

“You took it down,” he said slowly. “Meaning you shot an unlicensed firearm, in the middle of the neighborhood, to destroy someone else’s personal property. And there’s probably video footage of you doing it.”

He reached for the gauze and started wrapping Mickey’s hand, tugging it just this side of too tight.

“Geez, fuckin’ relax, okay?” Mickey urged. “I didn’t use a gun, and I got it from behind. Besides, they were fuckin’ trespassing.”

“He’s right,” Carl agreed. “He got up on the roof outside our window, took it down with his knife once it was close enough.” Then Carl winced, and scratched at his head. “It just, uh, kind of caught his hand in the rotor when it went down?”

That explained the injuries, at least.

“Fine,” Ian relented, stroking a hand softly over the finished bandage and raising it to his lips for a brief kiss. “But if you ever do something like that again—”

The doorbell rang.

All three of them looked toward the front of the house, then at each other.

“Uh..” Carl voiced, and then they were all moving. Carl to throw the bloody rag in the bathroom and shut the door, Mickey to grab the knife that Ian now saw was sitting right there at the edge of the table, and Ian into the living room to answer the door.

Ian looked back once he got there, making sure Carl and Mickey were ready, and then opened the door with as casual an air as he could muster.

He wasn’t sure what he expected to see on the other side, but it wasn’t a middle-aged man with thinning hair and a thin-lipped expression.

“Uh, hi,” Ian greeted. “Can we help you?”

“You can,” the man said huffily. “I’m looking for—”

Mickey came up behind Ian, laying a steadying hand on his hip, and the man’s eyes went wide.

“You!” he hollered, pointing a shaking finger right in Mickey’s face.

“Me what?” Mickey grouched. “You got a problem, grandpa?”

“You killed my drone!” the man continued. Ian tensed, but Mickey just shrugged, unconcerned.

“So what?” he asked, not bothering to deny it.

“So I could have you arrested for destruction of property!” the man spit out, and Mickey laughed right in his face.

“Yeah right, man, try again,” he goaded. “You got no evidence.”

“I have footage,” the stranger hissed. “Of your face, when it fell.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah?” he asked. “What else you got footage of, huh? My sister?” He stepped around Ian, halfway through the door, and added lowly, “my underage niece?”

The man went white. “That footage is…it’s purely academic…I…I could…”

“What, you could what?” Mickey countered. “Get lost, man, and find a new hobby.”

He started to close the door, but the man shoved his foot in, wincing when the heavy wood hit it and bounced back.

“I saw your knife,” the man tried in a last ditch attempt. “You can’t have things like that in public, I could have you arrested for carrying a blade!”

“What, this one?” Mickey asked, taking the aforementioned knife out of his waistband and holding it out. The stranger shrank away from it, but Mickey held it out further.

“Go on, take it,” he urged. “And get out your ruler, asshole, ‘cause even if this weren’t private property, that thing’s within legal requirements for concealed carry.”

Ian finally interrupted, pulling Mickey back and taking his place in the doorway again.

“You heard the man,” he said to the stranger’s shocked face. “Sorry about your drone, but we have other things to worry about here.”

Then he slammed the door shut.

Ian stayed facing it for a moment, just breathing, before turning to look at his smug husband.

“That was the stupidest,” he started, stepping forward, “most harebrained—”

“Hottest?” Mickey suggested.

“Hottest,” Ian continued, then shook his head when he realized the trick. “How did you know you’d get away with all that, anyway?” he asked instead, and Carl spoke up from further in the house.

“Like you said, I’m a cop,” he cut in with a smirk. “And I don’t think that guy’ll bother us again, since he basically just admitted to spying on Fran.”

Ian blinked. “But we’re the only ones who heard that,” he pointed out, and Carl grinned wider as he showed them both his phone screen, where a recording app was paused.

“Single-party consent, bitch,” he said, and met Mickey’s high five easily.

Ian sighed again, and Mickey patted him on the shoulder in commiseration.

“Hey, look on the bright side,” Mickey said. “If I do stupid shit with your brother, I won’t go down for it.”

“Because he’s a cop?” Ian asked, and Mickey snorted, shaking his head.

“Nah,” he replied in an overdone stage-whisper. “Because he’d be easy to pin it on.”

Ian thought for a moment, watching Carl trip over the coffee table on his way back to the kitchen, then shrugged.

He couldn’t really argue with that either.

#daily speedwrite #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #carl gallagher #mickey and carl take on a peeping tom #tw: blood #this one is so weird lol #i'm sorry it's not serious at all #now I realize I should have had them like track down an evil ex or something instead that would have made more sense😂#maybe I'll do that another time #fanfic

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chaoticforever · 4 years ago

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End Of The Line | Yandere Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

A/N: Got a request for a Teacher Steve x student male reader. Reader is 18 and Steve is 22.

"C'mon dude. We have to leave now, especially if the Janitor comes in here."

You stood up from your position on the floor as Michael pulled his pants up, zipping it up as he shook his head, rubbing your slightly hard member over the thick fabric of your pants.

"Don't worry, he won't be coming back any time soon. 20 bucks is all he needed to let us use this room," He told you as he continued to rub his hands over the outline of your member, sucking on your neck, "Just relax for me, babe. You gave me a blowjob, so I want to return the favor. Please let me blow you. I'll make you feel good and I know you want it." He whispered in your ear.

Ugh, you hated the way he made you feel because you did want it. Very bad.

He unbuckled your belt and your senses came rushing back to you, causing you to back away from him as he pouted.

"Unfortunately, we can't." You insisted, buckling your belt back up and grabbing your bag, watching as he did the same, "You know that Principal Fury is waiting for a chance to bust us for skipping again, so we can get kicked out of school during our senior year. He's always hated us and wants us gone."

"But he can't kick us out! Were seniors!"

"Despite us being seniors, he still can," You sighed and Michael pouted very cutely, "Stop pouting so cutely, okay? We can finish what we started at my house. My parents will be out until pretty late."

Michael grinned and planted a kiss on your lips, "Okay, I'll hold you to it."

You rolled your eyes and took a note out of your pocket, handing it to him as he took it, looking confused, "That note will excuse you for being late for class. I forged your mom's signature and don't question how I did that." You added in, seeing the questioning look he sent you.

Michael read over the note and he was amazed how much it looked like his mom's handwriting, "I have the coolest boyfriend in the world. Were gonna forge signatures more often."

"Uh-huh, sure. Go to class now, Mikey."

You gave him a kiss and left the janitor's closet, heading to your first period.

You opened the door and walked inside, "I'm sorry that I'm late, Mr. Evans, but-" You paused, finally seeing that the teacher was not Mr. Evans but someone else, "You're not Mr. Evans."

The blonde teacher shook his head, "No, I'm Mr. Rogers. You're new teacher. Who are you and why are you late for class?"

Oh fuck. Guess you had another strict teacher. Though, you found it a little strange that his eyes seemed to look over your form, and also seemed to be outright gawking at you.

You placed the note that had your mom's signature on the desk and walked over to your seat, giving your friend your bag as he took it gracefully.

"Sorry, for being late, sir. I had a doctors appointment." You sat down next to Matt and totally missed the way Mr. Rogers' whole body tensed at the word sir.

"Yeah, and I bet this appointment involved having your dick examined." George Brockers said from the other side of the room, knowing where you really were.

Everyone in this class knew that you were in the Janitors closet with Michael.

Some of the class snickered along with George.

"Yes. That's right, George. And while I was there I ran into your gynecologist, who told me to remind you to keep your vagina clean unless you want a foot up your ass." You responded without looking at him, as laughs and giggles filled the room and George stayed silent.

"Alright class, settle down! Get back to work now!" Mr. Rogers ordered sternly, as his baby blue eyes looked at... you?

XXXXX XXXXX

Three months have passed since Mr. Rogers became your new teacher and he was...something. That's the right word for you blonde teacher.

Strange is a word to describe him, too.

For starters, he had decided to place you in the front seat of the classroom, away from Matt and Harry, despite you all being seniors and he seemed to stare at you a lot which creeped you out.

There's also the fact that he managed to show up wherever you were. At the restaurant where you worked and would sometimes stay until closing, somehow he got to stand near you at the carnival when you were there with Michael, and that his arm seemed to graze over your arm when he tried to help you with work.

When you brought it up to Michael, his only response was that you were just overreacting, and you may have been overreacting a little now that you thought about it, so you decided not to think about Mr. Rogers anymore and spend time with your boyfriend.

You two spent some time together at the park, eating ice cream as Michael kept trying to steal some of yours, before deciding to head back to your place.

Once you entered your house, the smell of food immediately entered your nostrils and you knew that your mom was cooking some tasty food.

"Hey mom! I'm back and something smells really good. What are you cook-"

You stopped midway and closed your mouth at seeing Mr. Rogers sitting on the couch with your mom and dad.

Did you forget to mention that you and Mr. Rogers were neighbors, too?

"What are you doing here, Mr. Rogers?"

Mom stood up from her spot on the couch, "Steve has brought up some concerns about you and we would like to talk to you alone. Michael, I'm sorry you came here, but we really need to speak with our son alone. Can you leave now?"

"He doesn't need to leave. You can say what you have to say in front of him." You stated firmly, tightening your grip on his hand as your dad shook his head, standing up as well.

"I don't want that son of a bitch corrupting my son anymore! Get out of my house, Michael!" Your Dad shouted.

"Whoa! Dad don't shout-"

"Don't tell me what I can do in my house, okay?" Dad exclaimed, turning to face Michael, "Now get out of my house!"

Michael released your hand and walked towards without saying a word as you ran after him.

"Wait Michael!" You called out after him, but he didn't stop walking. He walked out of your house and hopped into his car, taking off down the road. You sighed and walked back inside your house to face your parents, and your teacher, "Well, he's gone. Now talk."

"Look son, we think it's best that you stop seeing Michael immediately."

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, "And why would you even ask me to do that when you know that I love him?"

"Sweetie, we have noticed how different you've been acting lately and we know that Michael is the reason for it," Mom spoke up next, "Mr. Rogers has informed us about you skipping class, your grades dropping to a low percentage, and that you have been making out with Michael along with drinking alcohol."

You now turned to face Rogers, "Oh, so you're telling my parents about all the things I do now, huh? Do you do this with other students, or is it just me?"

"I'm only expressing my concerns to your parents the same way I do with my other students as well," He told you, but you didn't believe him, "And if I'm being honest with you, Michael isn't the greatest of all guys to be with."

"Hmm, well good thing I didn't ask for your honesty on my relationship!"

"Don't raise your voice at adults, Y/N!" Dad scolded, "Now, Mr. Rogers has a point. That boy has corrupted you. Changed you completely. And I'm not going to stand by and let this continue."

"You know, I don't get y'all. Out of all people, I thought that you both would see that Michael is a good person, and makes me a better person. He makes me happy and I thought that would be enough for you guys to like him, but looks like I was wrong. Once again."

You walked upstairs to your room, but not before shooting Steve a glare as you retreated to your room, ignoring your parents. You flopped on your bed angrily, as you closed your eyes.

"That damn Rogers." You muttered angrily, as your eyes remained closed and soon you drifted off to sleep.

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Steve stood inside your bedroom, watching as you slept.

He managed to come in here by telling your parents that he had to use the bathroom along with trying to see if you would be okay with being tutored, and they agreed to his request.

God, you looked so cute when you were sleeping, but you looked even hotter when you were upset which he loved watching you being angry downstairs.

The blonde haired male had become obsessed with you ever since he saw you on his first day of school.

He knew that it was wrong.

You were his student and he was your teacher. Relationships between the two were forbidden. But you were both adults. He was only 22 years old, and you were 18. Only a four year difference. You were an angel. His angel.

Steve unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans along with his boxers.

He wrapped his hand around his cock, and stroked it slowly at first as images of you entered his mind.

The blue eyed male imagined you bent over the counter as he plunged his dick into your juicy, delicious hole. Him dominating you, as you cried out his name, him stroking your cock. Or him plunging his finger into your tight hole, watching as he had you pinned under him, looking so helpless and desperate.

All of those dirty thoughts ended up becoming filthier and filthier, causing Steve to pick up his pace. He strokes himself harder and faster, letting out a little moan. Luckily, that moan wasn't loud enough to wake you up. He guessed you were a deep sleeper.

"Oh, Y/N..." He stroked his cock harder, thrusting becoming more rapid, heart rate increasing as his chest moved up and down. He reached his orgasm, "Mine." White come got all over your sheets and some of your body, as you face twitched slightly in response.

Steve ran a hand through his hair, pulling his pants and boxers up.

He needed to leave for two reasons.

To change his clothes, and get out of here before either you or your parents saw him in here. He left, but not before grabbing your dirty underwear in the hamper. He needed something of yours until he takes you for himself. He needs you now and he's going to have you.

...By hook or by crook.

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You blinked your eyes open after some time and sat up with a groan. The first thought running through your mind was, 'What the fuck is on my face?'

You lifted your hand to touch your face and some sticky, white substance was on your face. What the fuck is this?

When you looked down at your light blue sheets, you saw how it seemed to be drenched in something.

Did you masturbate? No, you didn't. And you didn't have a wet dream cause you would have remembered it, and there's no way that it could have got on your face.

Deciding not to dwell on this anymore, you went to your bathroom that was connected to your room and washed your face really good since you didn't know what the hell it was.

Upon returning to your room, you peaked out your window to see that your parents car wasn't here. Good. You took your phone off the charger and called Michael.

"Hey N/N."

"Hey Michael. I'm so sorry for the way my parents acted towards you today."

"Don't worry about it, love. It's okay."

"But it's not okay. You've been nothing, but a good boyfriend to me and you didn't deserve any of that."

"Seriously man, it's alright. Your parents were just being overprotective of you, and I understand where they're coming from."

You smiled on the other side of the phone. You had the best boyfriend and also the toughest boyfriend ever.

"Well, I'm really glad you're ok after all of that. And do you wanna pick me up and hang out today, or have you had enough of the L/N family for one day?"

"I'll come pick you up and hopefully your parents aren't home because there is something I want to do to you that your parents wouldn't appreciate."

You grinned, "Lucky for you, they aren't here right now and probably won't be for a while. Wow Michael, maybe you really are corrupting me. You're a bad boy."

"Oh, I'm the baddest and I plan on corrupting you to the fullest," You both laughed and the sound of his laugh was so soothing to your ears, "I'll see you later, sweetcheeks."

"I'll see you later, tree biscuit."

You hung up the phone and placed it on the bed. You couldn't wait for him to get here.

Until he arrives, you decide to watch TV and put on one of those Marvel movies. To be quite honest, you found it awfully strange how Mr. Rogers and your chemistry teacher, Mr. Stark looked a lot like the actors in the movie, Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. Almost identical.

Weird right?

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You paused the movie midway when you got a text message on your phone.

Open the door. ~Michael.

Excitement fluttered through you like a drug and you ran downstairs, opening the door. You frowned, not seeing him anywhere, but his car was parked in front of your house, his dark windows made it impossible for you to see him through it.

You made a mental note to talk to him about that. You went over to his car and opened the door, "C'mon Michael, let's-" You paused midway, finally getting a good look at your boyfriend and you screamed.

His body was in the front seat of the car, blood covering most of his body with a knife jammed into his side. You checked his pulse and let out a little sigh of relief that he had a pulse. A fading pulse, but a pulse nonetheless.

He could be okay. But you didn't understand who would do this to him, but you didn't have time to dwell on that because you'd have to hurry or he would die.

You ran back inside and upstairs to get your phone, but it was gone. What? You left it on the bed. You were sure of it.

Music suddenly started playing throughout your house and it was a song you knew all too well. This was you and Michael's song that you both listened to when he asked you out.

You walked down the stairs cautiously, but not before grabbing the emergency knife you kept in your closet for safety reasons.

"Hello Y/N," Steve's voice came from behind you, causing you to turn around. He stood there with flowers in his hand as he sent you a dashing smile, "I got you your favorite flowers and I know that this is your favorite song."

"What are you doing in my house?!" You screamed, holding the knife in front of you defensively when you saw him take a step forward.

"I'm here for you. I'm here to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Despite being my student, I know that you are the one for me. We are meant to be together. I know it. Will you go out with me?" He asked, taking another step forward.

You shook your head and watched as his face morphed into anger real quick, "No, you sick fuck!"

You stabbed him in the thigh as he winced in pain. You ran to the door, but was yanked back into his chest with one hand as he dropped the flowers on the floor with his other hand and used it to take the knife out of his thigh, wincing.

He turned you around to face him and gripped your arms possessively.

"You are so damn lucky that I love you. Even when you stabbed me, I can't hate you. I love you too much. I killed Michael for us to be together and I'm not letting you leave me," He kissed you forcibly, sucking on your earlobe, "Can't wait to breed you. You're going to be a good boy for me and let me breed you like the good bitch you are. To suck on your cock will be a dream come true for me and I won't have to imagine myself with your dirty underwear I stolen from your room or the cameras I had installed here."

Of course, it wouldn't actually work because you were two guys and couldn't have a child, but what made it hotter was the fact that you couldn't.

He loved the feeling of having complete control over you right now. It brought him great joy since you now knew who was in charge here.

"You're mine, Y/N. You're mine as much as I'm yours and as you know, I'll kill anyone who dares to take you away from me. It's gonna be me and you until the end of the line."

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ac3id · 4 years ago

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Puppy Girl | 18+

pairings: dabi [ touya todoroki ] x female! reader.

summary: dabi takes his puppy whore for a walk.

warnings: pet play, public, humiliation, dubcon, sex toys.

wordcount: 1.8k |

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It was starting to become a recurring event. He had promised you it would be a one-time thing but lately, he was pulling you to the park naked with him every other week.

It was a simple bargain the first time. You listen to him and indulge in his deranged, lewd fantasies and he lets you live without a dog collar attached to your neck for a week.

You were hesitant but the thought of being able to live as a decent human being with at least a small amount of respect even if it was just for a week; was tempting.

Soon it became a currency. Months after months you’d spend your one day with him, totally humiliated and degraded just for the rest of the week to go by a little easy, and every time he would push your limits even further.

The very first time he took you outside with a leash attached to the collar around your neck was appalling. You were terrified, there was no speck of arousal within you. Dabi had guaranteed you’d find it hot, you just didn’t know before because you had never tried it. But honestly, showcasing your sexual adventures to the world was surely not your kink. It was his kink though, and you didn’t have a choice.

You and Dabi didn’t have the most organic relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that he had brought you to his home with a blindfold and zip lockers around your wrists, you could have at least tried to talk to him about this. You were just his pet. His cute, little, stupid puppy, too dumb to think for herself. No wonder you got caught by him.

After the Hero-dominated society fell and Shigaraki took over, Dabi was quick to find you and take you away as his little captive. It made many headlines; Previously a brave Hero, now a slave to the evil Dabi.

You never read them though, he wouldn’t allow you any communication with the outside world. It was just the two of you.

“Da-Touya please, I don’t want to go out like this,” he insisted you’d call him Touya, it was a beautiful name- his real name. It still shocked you, Dabi was the first son of Endeavour. The universe sure had its ways.

“What’s wrong doll? You look pretty,” his slender fingers caressed your face. He was admiring your form; naked beside the pretty bondage belts wrapping your body, the nipple clamps pinching your hardened buds, the vibrator pushed deep within your cunt, vibrating at such a painfully dull pace, and the pretty tail butt plug buried deep in your asshole.

With a pair of dog ears fitted over your head along with black thigh-highs decorating your legs, you looked perfect to him; ready to fuck, he dolled up his fucktoy beautifully.

“I don’t want to walk out like this,” you whined. He told you he was going to take his dog out of a walk earlier that day, stupid for you to expect it would be an actual dog.

“You don’t get to decide that, puppy,” he whispers, his nose touching yours his hands pet your head as you are an actual dog.

“Just be good for me, like a good girl,” his voice drops, his tone gets deeper and serious. “Or do you want to get punished? I’ll send you to the timeout room,”

You freeze at the mention, you still remember the day as clear as yesterday. You were acting up, getting moody, and crying. Pushing him away and screaming at him, Dabi had the patience for a while, and then, later as punishment he let a nomu twice your size fuck you, destroy you. It was still fresh in your memories.

“No, please-”

“Good girl.” he praises, kissing your lips lightly before tugging on your leash. He looks back at you one last time, watching your feet wobble as you try to walk with both your holes tightly stuffed. It was cute, he liked watching you suffer.

His eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your thighs. He could never understand why but those stockings which you wore got him going.

Shigaraki had suggested he should put those on you, he was reluctant at first knowing that his boss is far worse than him but in the end, he took the advice. And, God, he does not regret it.

“C’mon cutie, walk faster.” he tugged on your leash again and you almost fell over, the vibe hitting a deep spot within you. You cry, drool escaping past your lips. “At this rate, we’ll reach the park after sunrise. Do you want everyone to see you like this?”

It was currently 3 A.M. Too early or late for anyone to be outside their houses, it was the perfect time for Dabi to his whore out for a walk.

“We are going to be walking?” you ask in shock, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to make till there without blacking out. “Yes, we are puppy.” he hummed and with a smirk, he pulled on your leash again.

The walk to the park wasn’t long, barely five minutes but since you were dressed like a slut- no. Not even a whore would let a man do this to her, even a whore would have more dignity than you. You stumbled, the vibrations turning extreme as Dabi messed with the controller.

“Keep walking,” he commanded.

“If you fall, I'm not letting you up. You’ll have to walk on all fours like the bitch you are,” Rude remarks from Dabi were nothing uncommon, he lived to degrade you but what haunted you was the way he said them.

He did not hide how he felt, his face displaying his exact expression. He was always smirking or smiling while talking down to you, he thought it was funny. The ever-persistent smirk still lasted on his face as he watched you try your best not to fall with the vibe fucking your cunt unforgivingly.

You follow behind him, your thighs pressed together trying to ride out the overwhelming pleasure. Dabi hums the tune of some familiar song that you can’t figure out in your current state.

Your clench around the butt plug, the stretch still burning in your rear. Moans and whimpers fill the silent night as you lose yourself, the air is warm. It’s summer still, everything around you is silent and dark.

“You might want to keep your voice down.” Dabi starts, his eyes scan a bench. He’s thinking of fucking you on it. Despite the countless times both of you have gone out like this, Dabi has asked for nothing more than a blowjob. But today, he is feeling brave, and besides, your moaning, whimpering, and those cuteass ears and tail have got him going.

“What if someone sees you here like this, do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are? Walking around naked at a park like this, do you want them to know you have no shame?”

Instead of answering you cry. You cry while cumming, the overwhelming pressure which kept building in your abdomen finally bursting. Dabi looks back at you, disappointment was written all over his face. He watches your juices drip down your thighs as you lewdly moan. He clicks his tongue,

“Didn’t I tell you something about cumming without my permission?” He did, a long time ago. You don’t even remember, “‘m sorry,” you cry in a small voice. He glares at you, his blue eyes dancing with furious flames.

You feel small under his stare, “That’s no good.” He growls

In a swift motion, he pulls your leash, dragging you next to him. He pushes you on the bench, your naked body hits the slightly cooler seat making you shiver. Dabi feels his jeans tighten when he watches you fall on the bench, displaying your pretty ass to him. Your cute, little tail sticks out between your ass making him groan.

You turn your head around to Dabi and see him staring at your ass. Taking this as your chance you quickly apologize.

“I’m so sorry, Touya. I didn- Ah” you get cut off with a slap to your ass. “Dogs don’t talk. Bark for me,”

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, was he serious? By the look of his face, you could tell he was joking, but there was no way you were actually going to bark for him. Another slap falls behind you shutting you up.

“Bark.” His voice dark, filled with authority and dominance does make you feel like his little. A tingle of pleasure travels down your spine and in a weak, timid voice you start barking for him. Your cries are quiet and soft, you don’t want to be heard by anyone and the last shreds of your dignity don’t let you raise your voice any higher.

“What’s that? Are you a puppy? Quit barking like a girl,” Dabi scoffs at his own joke.

You feel the buzz come back, the vibration which had paused singing back to life. You squirm on the desk, the position you stayed propped against the wooden seat uncomfortable.

Dabi picks you up and places you on his lap, his lips pressing against your neck leaving butterfly kisses and his hands wrapped around your waist he makes you sit through your second orgasm.

“These look needy,” his finger inches towards your hardened nipples clamped between the metal. They stand stiff and ready to be played with. He rubs over the buds causing you to moan out loud. Dabi chuckles.

“Keep barking, baby. You’re a greedy, little puppy with an even greedier, little cunt.” He chuckles in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe.

You feel yourself reaching closer, the vibe resting tightly clenched between your velvety walls brings you towards your edge.

“You close, baby?” he pets over your head while his hand travels down your navel. He cups your pussy, his fingers playing with your slit.

“Woof.”

He laughs, he is not oblivious to the fact about how pathetic this makes both of you look but he

can’t help it.

It makes his dick hard.

His fingers graze along your dripping cunt before settling on your stiff, little pearl. He flicks your cute clit and you cry. Your insides clenching and your mind going crazy, Dabi keeps rubbing onto your clit until you cum.

You let out a loud moan as you feel slick running down your legs. The pressure finally bursts and you see heaven. Dabi still holds you close to him, wrapping his arms around you dearly.

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, puppy?” he rasps in your ear and you freeze. The state of ecstasy that you had found yourself in, finally fading away. You open your mouth to speak but Dabi shuts you up by shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“You’re being a little bratty these days, it’s time we let you in ‘timeout’, right?”

Your face pales and stomach.

You cry for forgiveness hoping Dabi would reconsider but we all know, he doesn’t give second chances.

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ghoultramp · 4 years ago

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study buddies [sukuna x reader] {req}

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↳ pairing: sukuna x f!reader

↳ content: { request fic } - dom!sukuna, subby!reader, curvy&soft!reader, college!au, dubcon, choking, spitting, marking (biting, scratching), dacryphilia, degradation (?), breath play (?), a sprinkle of praise (as a treat), nicknames for reader (princess, babygirl)

↳ words: 4.7k

⇢ summary: sukuna’s a little fed up of yuji having you all the fun with you, so when yuji suggests you should take a break from studying, sukuna decides it’s the perfect opportunity to have a taste of yuji’s little princess.

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⇢ note: request for nemi; i’m so sorry it took so long to get around to this but i hope this makes up for the wait! a huge thank you for being my partner in crime on this and for some of the fantastic ideas you shared.

Yuji had been grumbling at his textbook for the better part of ten minutes before you peered over the top of yours. While he lay chest down on the floor, your legs were lazily propped over the small of his back. Your own back was supported by a pillow against your bed frame, comfortable enough, but you were starting to ache. Yuji wittered beneath his breath, he looked sweet when he tried to concentrate; his eyebrows furrowed and his nose wrinkled, but it was the way his tongue poked over his top lip that made you giggle.

“Stop,” he groaned, “this is hard.”

You cleared your throat as you closed your book, placing it on your lap.

“Which question is it now?” you asked, lifting your legs off him.

He grumbled incoherently, flipping the same page back and forth. You shook your head and shuffled next to him, straightening out your skirt as you brought your knees together to retain some modicum of decency. You leaned your weight against your left hand and softly patted Yuji’s head with the other.

“Uhm,” he mumbled, “still on the first one…?”

“Yuji-Kun,” you sighed, “have you been listening to a word I’ve said?”

He looked at you through his peripheral vision while his mouth fought against a nervous smirk. You playfully tapped him against the side of the head. Yuji feigned injury, holding his head and rolling onto his back; you were trying so hard not to laugh as he rolled about, wailing dramatically.

“You’re such a baby,” you told him, throwing the textbook to the side.

You watched as he stopped and spread his limbs out like a starfish, he turned his head in your direction.

“Says the little Princess,” he retorted, he flashed a grin when your cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink.

He loved rendering your speechless with the utterance of a single word. To everyone on the outside, you and Yuji were this cute, Hallmark-movie, high-school sweetheart-type couple, barely even kissed, blushing at the sweet whispers you exchanged; how wrong they were.

Those sweet whispers that made you blush wildly were due to Yuji sharing with you his demands for you that evening—because you would always be his good Babygirl, his good little Princess. They would never see him grope you beneath the lecture hall desks, purposefully dragging you to the back. He’d ignore you as you cried into the sleeve of your sweater while his fingers fiddled with your sensitive little bud behind your underwear.

He rolled onto his side to prop his head up with his hand, you brought your hands up to cover your flushed cheeks.

“Hey,” he was trying not to laugh, finding your bashfulness absurdly loveable, “why don’t we take a break?”

A squeak escaped through the fingers of the hand that covered your mouth. Yuji awkwardly shifted onto his hands and knees, crawling toward you. When he sat up next to you, he swung his legs around to place them on either side of you; trapping you between him and the bed frame.

“Now who’s the baby?” he cooed, teasing you more by poking your hands playfully.

He laughed at your attempt to look annoyed, it was wasted. You resigned, watching as he began to lean into you, his hand pressed against the back of your head and his lips brushed against your ear.

“Or should I say,” his whisper was a low growl, “Babygirl?”

“Yuuuuuji,” you were whining as you squirmed between his legs, “you’re doing this on purpose.”

The warm breath expelled by his chuckle brushed against your neck. You felt the grip he held on the back of your head fall to your wrists, you didn’t fight him as he pulled your hands from your face. You knew he got off on how bashful you always were, and maybe you played into that a little, he felt the hot flush of your cheeks radiate against him.

He could devour you so easily.

You felt a thumb press hard against your chin, pushing your head right back. A pitiful laboured noise escaped your mouth, now pushing his palm against your throat. It wasn’t quite enough pressure to stop you from breathing, but enough to cause you discomfort. Enough to satisfy him. For the moment, at least.

“…ji,” you were fortunate enough to be able to squeeze the last syllable of his name.

Using his free hand, he kneaded at the delicious pudge of skin that poked out above your slightly-too-tight thigh-high socks. They were just a part of one of your many little uniforms reserved only for Yuji, and today was one of his favourites; a just-tight-enough shirt opened enough for your delicate, frilly lingerie—of his choosing, of course—to peek out, paired with a simple, pleated skirt.

You were ever so grateful when he lightened the pressure on your larynx, allowing you to urgently drag in a deep breath. But it was mere seconds before you were gasping and panting, succumbing to his will as his fingers pressed gently against the damp cotton of your panties.

“Finally,” you heard him say, the lowered tone of his voice triggered your flight response.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered.

“Yuji’s not home right now, Princess,” he declared, “it’s not fair that he gets to have all the fun anyway.”

“Su-Sukuna, please,” you whined, tilting your pelvis back in an attempt to escape his roaming fingers, he only pressed against you harder.

“Why don’t you let me take you for a ride, babygirl,” as he said it, he dragged his finger downward, following your sweet, little slit beneath your underwear.

“You p-promised you wouldn’t,” if it wasn’t for the fact that Sukuna was so close to you, he never would have heard your feeble pleas.

“We all promise things we don’t really mean,” he groaned, removing his hand on your throat.

Sukuna smirked all the while you gasped for air—once again—and then whimpered, the focus in your sight made everything soft, your head felt full of cotton wool. Sukuna sniggered, the dumb, heavy-lidded look on your pretty, little face was nothing less than perfection. He pressed his fingers a slightly bit harder against your clit, inhaling sharply when he pulled strangled little mewls from behind your slightly parted lips.

Sukuna was more than a little fond of Yuji’s choice of mate, he’d been waiting far too long for this opportunity and he wasn’t going to squander it.

He was going to savour every moment.

“Let’s see,” Sukuna contemplated, relieving your clit of his fingers. He’d want you to beg for it, prove just how much of a needy little whore you really were; he’d have you screaming his name soon enough.

You whined at him as his hands crept along the outsides of your thighs, under your skirt, grabbing hold of your shapely hips. He ignored your cries while he pulled you toward him, your skirt now ruched above your waist.

“C’mere,” he grunted, jostling you with some force when you didn’t move quick enough for him.

From your position—your head now propped where your back had been, Sukuna suspending your arse with his large hands—you could almost pretend that it was still Yuji. It was still his body after all, right? Your eyes passed over the dark lines that only Sukuna had—you always thought they looked like tattoos—and the closed, second set of eyes. Those eyes unnerved you, scared you. You dropped your gaze.

You didn’t ever think you’d have to face this situation, Yuji had reassured you time and time again that he had control of Sukuna, that he wouldn’t be able to take over when things got hot and heavy between the both of you. Now, you supposed Sukuna had lied about being compliant the entire time.

Sukuna continued, “I demand a taste of this—“ he yanked your underwear down your thighs, pulling a little too hard on the waistband, “—sweet fucking cunny.”

Dumbfounded, you were only able to watch him with curious, wide eyes as he moved your legs to benefit him while he struggled to remove your underwear. He was clearly getting impatient, throwing your soaked underwear over his head and across the other side of the room.

Sukuna let out a long, deep moan, as he shuffled himself back. He brought your legs down, pressing his muscular upper-arms against the back of your thighs; this was his way of stabilising you while having both of his hands free.

With his biceps pushing into your thighs, you yelped as your neck was forced into an uncomfortable position. The top of your head pressed against the base of the bed while your ear squashed into your shoulder; you scrambled to hoist yourself up, pushing your palms against the floor.

“Ah-ah,” he growled, yanking you down by the hips.

Sukuna mumbled something, you may not have been able to hear it, but your widely spread cunt certainly felt him say something. He brought the index finger of his right hand up to hover just out of reach of your presenting hole; raising his gaze to catch you looking at him--your chest heaving with your gulping breaths, your eyes almost entirely closed, with your tongue gently lolled out over your bottom lip--he certainly hadn’t expected you to submit to him like this so easily.

“I can see why Yuji likes you,” Sukuna mused, you gasped loudly when his thick finger penetrated you for the first time, “a needy little bitch in heat, like you?”

He let out a satisfied groan as you convulsed against him, nowhere for you to go as he twisted his finger, left to right and back again, fucking you with little care as his thrusts became almost violent. You cried out when he began to hit his palm quite forcefully against your clit with each thrust of his finger; Sukuna’s dark eyes glared up at you, his thick brows pulling together in the middle of his brow while he snarled at you.

You really were trapped.

“I happen to know you like it rough,” he was smirking, the loud, wet sound that came from between your legs as he removed his finger with a yank make you shrink beneath him.

“But, let’s get one thing straight,” he continued, moaning while he sucked at your sweet juices that soaked his finger, “your little Yuji-Kun won’t ever compare to a demon,” Sukuna watched the panic set in your eyes, felt your thighs shaking against his arms as he angled you up.

“It’ll be so delightful and easy, making you teeter on that edge,” he snarled, “between pain and pleasure until I see fit.”

You yelped uncomfortably when the pad of his heavy thumb pressed into your clit; you heard him chuckle above your cries, pressing against it harder. Sukuna pursed his lips against your inner thigh. You felt his smirk against your skin when his thumb quickly shifted from your clit to your hole; it was without warning, your slick allowing him to pull in and out with ease. But the intrusion made you shudder, followed closely by an uncontainable wail.

“Oh, Princess,” he cooed, talking into your thigh, “you’re going to make over-stimming you so much fucking fun.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” it was a pitiful attempt at finding your voice.

Sukuna either couldn’t hear you or at the very least, he didn’t want to hear you. He dragged his tongue along your delicate skin, playfully nipping at you every few inches.

Oh, how it amused him when you squirmed, afraid of his real bite, perhaps? The thought excited him.

You continued to whimper while Sukuna roamed your thighs, but when he flicked the tip of his tongue across your clit—fucking you with his thumb, his fingernails digging into the flesh of your arsecheeks—you brought your hand to your face, biting down on the flesh of your wrist.

Sukuna ignored you, giving attention to your throbbing clit, using his free hand to spread your lips just a bit more, enough for him to sink his lips down and around you. He loved when you made those whiny, little bleats—so pathetic, so fucking easy.

But, no, this wasn’t enough for Sukuna. He jerked his thumb out—your walls quivered around the empty space—and replaced it with his tongue; he groaned loudly as he sloppily lapped at your dripping, wet cunt.

Crying into your hand, still biting down on your already raw flesh, you felt the pull of your hips, ready to spasm with the release that was building up within your core. Sukuna masterfully worked his way around your insides, tensing the tip of his tongue to satisfy that sweet spot within you.

“Cum for me, Princess,” his deep voice was cast even lower as he growled as he spoke those words, commanding you; you felt a pressure within your pelvis vibrate and coil.

A pretty, choked sob found its way behind your lips as you relaxed your head to the side. The arm you had been using to silence yourself came down on Sukuna’s head so hard he scratched at your outer thigh; that would surely leave a mark. Whether you were willing to admit it or not, the thought excited you, you wanted him to hurt you.

Sukuna seemed frustrated when you didn’t obey his demand.

“I said fucking cum for me, Princess,” he snarled, firmly placing his hands on either side of your arse. You gasped, feeling the sting of him driving the points of his nails into your flesh. “I won’t hesitate to hurt you, y’know,” he continued in between tending to your soft, little cunt, “but I get the feeling you’d—“ he huffed, driving his nails into you, eliciting a strangled, wailing moan from your lips, “—like it.”

A whimpering, twitching mess was all you were beneath Sukuna’s grip. You heard the sloppy, wet noises combining with his hungry moans, tasting as much of you as he possibly could. Leaning back onto his knees, Sukuna noticed the bright flush in your cheeks.

“Sweet, little thing,” he laughed, “look, she’s embarrassed.”

Sukuna delighted in having you as his play-thing, but he wasn’t quite done with you yet. While he stared at you with his impossibly dark eyes, you heard the distinct jostling of a belt being undone; you heard it land with a thud when he discarded it to the side, triggering your body to shudder once more.

He wasn’t impressed with you when you lowered your gaze away.

“No, no, no,” he chuckled, “you will return the favour, Babygirl.”

Your heart beat wildly against your chest, your breathing was nothing but desperate, clamouring gasps as he hoisted you by your hair. Your protesting cries meant nothing to him as he effortlessly pulled you to your knees and the sight of your eyes brimming with tears amused him all the more.

“You’d do it for him, wouldn’t you?” he gave an inflection to his voice, trying to mimic Yuji’s, “It’s still his body, right?”

Sukuna’s grip on your hair tightened while he fiddled with the zip of his trousers, you felt helpless, watching as he relieved his thick, hard cock from its clothed prison. It was Yuji’s body, but like this—when Sukuna felt the need to barge his way in—it was his, not Yuji’s.

“Isn’t it?” he spat, pushing you down toward his crotch, cock in hand.

You may have been too shocked to form words, disjoined syllables tumbling from your lips, but not shocked enough to resist him. You didn’t recoil when your lips pressed against the swollen, wet head of his cock, as he brushed his pre-cum across your lips. In fact, you were eager, Sukuna laughed when you parted your lips, ready to receive him.

“See, it’s not that bad, is it?” he mused as he tugged your head back to look up at him.

You heard him stifle a low growl, looking up at him with your pretty, glassy eyes and your puffy, pink lips.

Whining at him as you placed your hands on either side of his muscular thighs, you were a desperate little pet eager for master’s attention. You didn’t care that he held your weight by your hair, it didn’t matter that it hurt. You didn’t care how aggressive he was; it didn’t matter when it felt this good.

“That’s it,” his smile was devilish, allowing you to lower your head into his lap on your own terms.

When you moved Sukuna’s hand away from his cock, he let out a chortle that made your heart flutter. He was gentle while you teased the aching head of his cock. You were ever so pleased with yourself when you pulled guttural, feral moans from his lips; it was your turn to tease Sukuna. For however long he might allow it, that was.

Which wasn’t long at all, it would seem.

Sukuna was impatient and you were taking far too long, he wanted his dick rammed as far down your throat as he could, and he would. He wasn’t being gentle now, not when he pushed your head down onto him. When you let out a surprised yelp, he took the opportunity to take advantage.

“Fuck,” he hissed while you gagged on the intrusion of his length.

Your throat felt raw, there was no niceness about him now as he held you down. You were sure he would be smirking as you convulsed within his grip, feebly attempting to push against his tensed thighs with very little effect. Yuji might be rough with you, but Sukuna was on a different level, and you quickly understood just how utterly useless any and all attempts to save yourself would be.

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt, and you knew—for certain—that someone was going to be you.

You closed your eyes and held onto his thighs so tight your knuckles turned white; it was the only thing you could do to distract yourself at that moment. The tears he’d forced from your eyes dripped onto your chest with your clumsy movements. You let out a wail of relief when he pulled you away, even just for a moment, it was welcomed.

"There's a good girl," he grunted, admiring the spit that dribbled down your chin, "there's my good little Princess."

Your moan at his words was cut off by a cruel shove of his hand; you gagged under the duress of him ramming into the back of your throat. He didn't care that you choked and spluttered beneath him, in fact, you knew it excited him; the way his cock twitched with each uncomfortable noise you made told you everything.

Every bone in your body screamed at you to submit to him, you would hope it would be less humiliating than this. Sukuna was surprised when you fell limp within his grasp and jerked you back once more.

“I wasn’t sure I’d break you so easily,” he chuckled, raising his free hand to your tear-stricken face.

You shuddered when his thumb stroked away at your wet cheek. You kept your eyes closed as his hand snaked its way across your face and down to your mouth. He tightened his grip on your hair as he held down hard with his other hand.

Your eyes darted open, Sukuna was a God looking down upon a mere mortal.

He hissed, you felt a heavy pressure against your lips as he used his hand to push you back against the pillow still propped against the bed. He was quick, untangling his hand from your hair to rest it on your inner thigh. He was laughing as his fingers tightened around your thigh, claws pinching at your flesh.

“Open wide, Babygirl,” baring his teeth at you, he looked maniacal, his hulking shape looming over you.

You sobbed helplessly as the mouth on his palm opened up, summoning a tongue that successfully infiltrated your mouth with very little effort. He laughed as your pretty, flushed face twisted, breathing frantically through your nose.

You were unable to make out the words he growled while he dragged his claws along the tender flesh of your inner thigh. The games he’d played with your throat, and consequently your oxygen, had dulled your senses—all except the ones that mattered, of course.

The bottom of his palm hit hard against your abused clit and your eyes widened with realisation. Sukuna smirked, both hands pressing so impossibly hard against both sets of your lips as he leaned into you.

“Just a little more,” he growled, “and then you’ll be ready for me.”

There was no time to think before the hand at your mouth pushed your head back, the finger and thumb on either side of your nostrils were dangerously close to completely restricting your airflow. Another tongue infiltrated your aching hole, he laughed at you as you convulsed beneath him. He allowed you to shake your head from side to side but nothing more, he found your efforts at yet another struggle tempting.

Your hips bucked defiantly beneath his hand as he bore against you. You whimpered against the tongue at your mouth as the one inside your twitching hole tickled against your most sensitive spot. Sukuna brought his face down impossibly close to yours, now gently grinding his palm against your clit; the only thing you felt were tight shocks that battered away within your core.

Sukuna gripped your face with his fingers, careless as his claws almost scratched at your face. When your head was brought up to meet him, your noses touched. It was unnerving.

You felt Sukuna’s tongues retreat. You were conflicted when you felt the gnawing ache of emptiness that was left behind. Formulating thoughts seemed impossible, coherency was nowhere to be found. With heavy-lidded eyes, you lazily watched as Sukuna knelt back.

It was cute, the way you opened your legs even wider for him. It wasn’t enough for Sukuna, nothing ever seemed enough for Sukuna. You felt his clawed hands grip the underside of your tender thighs; your breath shuddered, feeling the wet head of his cock bump against your widened hole.

“Good girl,” he breathed, “open wide.”

There was no other warning than his words as he shunted his hips forward, you moaned low in your throat—a strangled, feral noise—as your dripping wet cunt enveloped his throbbing length with very little ease.

“See,” he grunted, tightening his grip on your thighs, “I can be kind—“ he pulled his entire length, your hole quivered at the empty space, “—when I want to be.”

You wailed as he bottomed out against you, digging his claws into your flesh hard enough to draw blood as he frantically thrust. He’d been patient long enough but, while you’d been a good girl and indulged him, playtime was over.

Your head whirled and your limbs were numb. The only nerves that you felt any connection to were the ones in your pussy, the ones that made it possible to feel every protruding vein of his achingly hard cock The nerves that made it possible to feel every twitch it made as Sukuna put all his weight into you. He grunted, pushing back on your thighs, you yelped when he folded them against your stomach.

Sukuna delighted in hearing the moan you gave him after yet another deep, unrelenting thrust, his pelvis grinding roughly against your clit. You found yourself unraveling beneath him, you no longer felt within your own body.

“Yuji,” you mewled.

It was an easy mistake to make, a mistake that Sukuna did not appreciate. He laughed down at you as he picked up his pace. An unrelenting pace that shunted your body with each and every thrust. A pace that made you see stars.

“Silly little bitch,” he growled, spitting on your cheek, he was surprised when you let out a gasp of arousal, “say my name.”

He watched you convulse beneath him, felt you writhe and twist in his arms. It was delicious. The way your cunt clamped on his cock, tighter and tighter, and harder and harder until your cervix felt bruised.

“You’re mine right now, Princess,” he told you breathlessly, “Say it.”

You felt his spit hit your face again and your pelvis tightened. Things like that were supposed to feel this good, and for a brief moment, an internal struggle between arousal and embarrassment took place. Your arousal when Sukuna spoke.

“Say my fucking name,” was his final demand, but you could only cry out nonsense, “Say it!”

“Su-Sukuna!” you cried, obliged to obey him.

You were rewarded with the relief of Sukuna removing one of his hands from your thighs, too fucked-out to move—or care—your leg still rested against your stomach. He bared his teeth and brought his hand back; you were astonished that he never lost his momentum.

He grunted as he breathed.

“That’s right,” his voice began to waver, close to his own climax, “good girl.”

You could almost believe you weren’t just a piece of meat to him, the way his tongue wrapped around the words he used could make anyone feel special. But you were rudely reminded this was Sukuna, not Yuji, when his swung-back hand collided with your thigh.

The Earth itself could have shattered at that very moment, and all you’d feel would be him; you thought yourself lucky enough to remember your name.

“Good—“ he grunted against your arching hips, begging for more you couldn’t possibly take, “—girl.”

Sukuna juddered on top of you, within you, while his claws made their final assault on your skin, while he buried himself as deep within you as possible. You writhed and mewled beneath him, your hands grasped at the carpet, desperate to hold onto something while the pressure of his hot cum filling your battered cunt overwhelmed you.

There was a faint sting that broke through the pleasure as he continued to roll his hips against you, gently for the time being, now that he was spent.

It astonished you how quickly his breathing returned to normal while you struggled to draw any breaths that felt satisfying, still recoiling and twitching. You could speak only broken gibberish.

Sukuna lowered your legs, you wished he’d more gentle; you winced as your hip joints creaked having been forced into such an uncompromising position. You felt the weight of his chest press against yours and his nose nuzzled gently against the crook of your neck.

There was a tense moment as you lay under him as your senses regained consciousness.

“Yu-Yuji?” you whimpered, tears threatened the edges of your eyes.

The pretty pink man who lay on top of you let out an angered growl, the hands that tightened around your wrists no longer had claws; there was care in the grip.

“I’ll kill him,” you heard him growl, his grip tightening.

“Yuji I’m—“ he didn’t leave you room to finish as he lifted his head, gazing down at you with furrowed eyebrows and bold, dark eyes.

“But first,” he told you, looking down at the mess between where your bodies connected, “it looks like I have to punish you first.”

He looked back to you—was he enjoying this?—and cast a dirty smirk at you.

“Because despite what Sukuna may think or say,” he continued, looming closer to you, his cock twitching with every word, “you haven’t been a good girl, have you, Princess?”

Your lips may have been moving but your voice was inaudible.

“You can thank Sukuna for one thing though, Princess,” he growled, nipping at your neck.

His voice broke when he deliberately moaned in your ear, a sound that made you squirm with delight.

“There’s no more holding back,” was the last thing he said before raising your arms above your head and locking his teeth to your neck.

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