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fanfiction4sooya · 1 year ago

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Double Trouble (G!P Yujin x G!P Gaeul X Fem!R)

To the anon who had this amazing idea, thank you and hope you like it sweet thing! 💖

Warnings are on the following request.

R: Can you write a jealousy fic kinda like the eunbi one but with yujin and gaeul where they get jealous and take it out on reader with rough dp,handcuffs,deep throating, anal and vaginal sex dp and mommy kink;

It wasn't very often that you felt naughty enough to push your luck with your girlfriends. That totally out of ordinary day was fun, pushing past the boys on the MC Countdown show, doing dance challenges, looking way too intensely to Felix, fake blushing whenever he looked at you.

Gaeul and Yujin followed your every move, jealousy dripping in the way they looked at you. They were opposites in everything, perfectly fitting into you in every way possible. (Yes, pun intended)

Whilst Yujin's anger was like a fire that destroyed everything in sight with one touch, Gaeul's felt more like one of those cloudy days with a promising storm in the end.

"She is doing too much" Yunjin said, shaking with that seething jealousy, completely blinded by it.

"Let her have her fun" Gaeul held her hand, pulling her back as she was about to literally snatch you from stage. "She'll forget about this and then we'll have ours" She darkly said, smiling at the tall girl.

You completely forgot about your little sketch a few days prior, peacefully sleeping in Gaeul's bed as she and Yujin were already up, just waiting for you in the kitchen. You woke up, did your morning routine as usual and went down to eat.

"Greetings, earthlings" You said happy as usual, pecking both of them on their lips. They greeted back and your started eating, noticing they were a little too giggly. "What?" You said swallowing a strawberry toast.

"We just planned a surprise for you, baby" Gaeul said ever so lovingly. That took you by surprise and you happily squeaked, you loved surprises!

"Wait, seriously? What is it?" You said, getting up.

"Sure, sweetie" Yujin licked her lips, her eyes lingering on your tits inside your pajamas. "Close your eyes and give me your hands" You instantly did as she said, hearing the small "click", opening your eyes to a pair of handcuffs on both your wrists.

"What's this?" You looked a little bit lost, but still smiled.

"This is your surprise, baby" Gaeul said hugging you from behind, her hard dick pressing against your butt.

"What?" You gulped as Yujin stood in front of you, holding your chin with her big hand.

"Did you really thought we were going to let that little show of yours slide, sweetie?" You gulped, remembering what you did. 'Shit, shit, shit' you thought to yourself. "Answer me" She pulled your face to hers, harshly kissing your lips.

"N-no" You said. "I'm sorry, I was just playing" You said, earning a slap from Yujin, the loud sound scared you more than the slap itself.

"Well, we didn't like your little game" Gaeul came out of nowhere with a pair of scissors, scaring you. "You are ours" She said and Yujin held you still, her bulge very clear on her sweatpants.

"You are going to regret acting like a little slut for everyone to see" Yujin growled as Gaeul cut your pajama's top off of you, the cold air hitting your tits and making you hiss.

Yujin immediately started sucking your nipples, squeezing them harshly, her cock throbbing with need. Gaeul pulled your shorts down, leaving you naked for them. The taller girl pushed you down to your knees.

You knew you were in for a long day, fuck.

"The g-girls..." You tried to reason with them, you were in the kitchen for christ's sake.

"Oh I know you would love for them to see you on your knees for us" Gaeul said, both of the now standing in front of you. She took off her own pants, her cock erect and the tip leaking precum. You gulped, feeling your wetness oozing out of you. "But they are not coming, baby" She jerked herself in front of your face, your tongue immediately going out for you to start sucking her.

"Oh, you are needy now?" Yujin said, lowering herself to get on your eye level, lightly slapping your face. "You are not going to suck anything, baby" She said, going around you and pulling your ass up, your cuffed hands on the floor supporting your weight. You felt her push her cock inside in literally one go and you squealed in surprise. "We are going to fuck your throat, sweetie" She growled on your ear as Gaeul entered your mouth, pushing deep into the back of your throat.

"Fuck" They both said.

They took off, Yujin holding your hips and fully slamming her cock inside of you, not really caring if you were wet or not as if you were just a toy; Gaeul wasn't different, her thick cock hitting the back of your throat as she held your head, pulling you to her. Every time you gagged your pussy clenched on Yujin's lengthy dick.

"You feel so tight, fuck" She said, slamming into you as her eyes closed in pleasure. "Unnie -Fuck- you should feel this" She said, pulling you flush to her. Gaeul was moaning loudly as she saw tears falling from your eyes.

Your jaw hurt, but that was the best feeling ever. You were being taken by them so deliciously you didn't matter getting hurt if it was for their pleasure. You fucked up after all, so it was up to you to fix it.

"Our little fucktoy" Gaeul carressed your face, your hair was a mess already.

"We are going to use both of your holes today, baby" Yujin said on your ear as Gaeul pulled her dick from your mouth so you would breathe. "At the same time" She whispered and you shivered, your pretty cunt holding her dick hard.

"N-no, mommy" You cried out, trying to push them off of you. You never had both of them at the same time, they were both thick and big, how could you?

"No?" Gaeul pouted, lifting your body as she stood behind you. She bent you enough for Yujin to facefuck you as she slapped your ass hard, slamming her dick in you as well.

"Now we are your mommies?" Yujin sped up her pace, you could feel her all the way in your throat. You closed your eyes, cuffed hands placed on her thighs trying to hold her back to no avail, choking on her.

You were shaking, drooling, gagging. A mess as they had their way with your body, groping your tits, pulling your hair. They had been rough before, but never like that.

"I'm gonna cum" Yujin said, closing her eyes as she let her seed on your throat, pulling your head away so it would also fall on your tits, painting your body with her cum. "Mine" She panted as Gaeul kept roughly fucking you from behind, biting your shoulder.

Yujin kissed you marking your neck, being careful not to swipe away her cum from your tits.

"Mommy, please" You looked up at her, doe eyes and all. A saint, for those who didn't actually knew you. "I'm gonna c-cum" You sobbed, holding Yujin's waist so you wouldn't fall face down to the floor, drooling as you started to shake.

"No cumming for you, angel" Gaeul pulled out, slapping her raw cock on your ass as Yunjin made you properly stand. "You'll cum when we say" She kissed you, pulling your hair so you would also kiss the taller woman as she did the same. "Look at her" She pointed your face to Yujin's crotch. "She's hard again, baby" She licked your earlobe. "She's mad at you angel, you made her jealous that day. What do you say to mommy now?"

Your legs were shaking so violently you could barely stand, Gaeul's voice was as hypnotizing as Yujin's dark gaze on your face. Hell and heaven, sun and moon.

"Use me, mommy" You said, dropping to your knees again. "Until you forgive me, please" Pleading, you stroked her cock with your cuffed hands and she closed her eyes, kissing the other woman. "Fill me with your cum, mommies" You did the same for Gaeul, circling your hot tongue on the tip of her length.

"Aren't you cute?" Yujin smiled as she saw you trying to suck both of them at the same time. She pulled her phone from over the table, her camera ready to capture that moment. "I'll make sure to show this to whoever try to fuck you" She said, hissing as Gaeul kissed her neck while you sucked her hard.

"Our little cum dumpster" The other woman said and you whimpered, you loved being degraded by them. "Nothing but a hole for us" She smiled sweetly for you.

They stopped recording, sharing that amused look. You shivered, knowing exactly what to expect next. Yujin dragged you by the hair to the living room, Gaeul already sitting on the couch just waiting.

"Straddle her" She commanded and you whimpered, scared and too excited. "Don't you hear me?" She pushed you to Gaeul's lap, gripping the older's dick and pointing it to your wet slit. The older woman just observed as she pushed your body down, making her fully enter you.

Gaeul was throbbing, her eyes closed as Yujin jerked off at the sight of you split open on your girlfriend's big cock. You were all sensitive as Yunjin already came once and you and Gaeul were being edged, with her holding your orgasm from happening.

"Mommy, fuck" You kissed her, biting her lips as she held your waist to properly slam you on her cock, your clit bruhsing on her abdomen.

You were full on riding her dick as the other went to her bedroom to get lube, coming back jerking herself with it.

"Fuck, you two are hot" She said, her dick twitching in her hand as she poured lube onto your asshole. You shivered, closing your eyes.

"Keep kissing me, baby" Gaeul kissed you, holding your butt cheeks open for the other woman.

Yujin slowly entered you, grunting when little by little she felt you envelope her. You whined on gaeul's lips.

"Oh, god" You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt your ass and pussy filled with them. That was actually insanely good, after the first discomfort has passed. "Please mommies, use both my holes" You moaned, trying to move your hips. "Cum in me, please"

You didn't had to tell them twice, as both started to move inside you, groaning and moaning when they felt each other's dicks brush against each other. They were being rough, as yujin fucked down and gaeul upwards, a delicious friction on your g-spot and on your ass.

Gaeul pinched your nipples as Yujin bit your shoulder, the eye contact between them getting you absolutely crazy as you wanted to cum so bad with them. The older one felt by the way you clenched your orgasm wash over you, triggering her to do the same.

"Yujin-a, gonna cum, fuck, fuck" She warned, her eyebrows tightly knit as you were a shaking mess on her dick, milking her dry.

"Me too unnie, oh my gosh" She panted, fucking fast into you.

Yujin was the first one to take her cock from you, too overstimulated already as it was her second round. She panted as you and gaeul became whimpering messes, her cock still inside of you as the puppy started recording again as she slowly took it off.

"Shit, so fucking beautiful" She said as both of your holes leaked with their cum, clenching around nothing.

"You are mine and Yujin's, did you got it?" Gaeul pulled your face towards her, staring intensely into your eyes. Fucking jealous and beautiful.

"Y-yes, mommy" You said, whimpering. "I'm sorry" You kissed her neck and Yujin pulled your face so you would look at her.

"Sorry?" She laughed. "Sorry you will be when we are done with you, angel" She smiled.

"You are not done with me?" You innocently said, fake pouting.

They shared that fucking shady look between them again, as if they shared the same brain.

Oh boy, you were going to regret so much playing with their jealousy...

#gxg smut #ive smut #ahn yujin #yujin smut #kim gaeul #ive gaeul #gaeul smut #ive x reader

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navibluebees · 2 years ago

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Z-dog x Chubby Female Human Reader

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Request from @sweetdreamlandtree ~ As a chubby girl, this request gives me all the feels. Thank you so much for requesting!

Clothes shopping sucks for you, especially on Bridgehead with limited options. When she finds you stressed out, unsure what to wear, she'll sit and pull you into her lap, gently soothing you and rocking.

When you wear shorts or dresses??? Oof. Big lover of your thighs.

You radiate more heat when you're sleeping, so I'm thinking she'd snuggle close, wrapping around you on cold nights to stay warm.

If someone tries to shame you, she's all (view gif above) and "What'd you say to my girl?" *Leans over, putting one hand on the table, staring at them. "Apologize. Now."

Knows you've put up walls to protect yourself from people and she is determined to break them down and get closer to you.

Always makes sure you've got comfy places to sit & if there's no comfy chairs, she sits down and pulls you onto her lap, squeezing your hip and pulling you so you can nestle against her.

Always supportive of your eating habits, whatever they are. This woman is ready to throw hands literally any time someone even looks at you wrong. "I just feel so guilty because I haven't been eating healthy lately." "It's alright, sweetheart. You're feeding your body and giving it fuel and that's the most important."

If you're chubby due to health reasons, she always makes sure to keep on top of your medications and health regimens (& she would no matter what size you are)

Supportive if you want to work out or if you don't, but loves doing it with you if you want to

NSFW Below

Calls you a goddess with your curvy body, this woman is on her KNEES

She's a biter, mostly on your thighs. Loves when you wear skirts with thigh highs, she will ascend to the heavens

but when she pulls them off, oooh get ready

the scene from flustered part 4 applies - a desk or a bed, pulling you to the edge wrapping your thighs around her head

Gripping so tightly on your hips, can't get enough of your body

So so dominant, always making sure you feel good. Loves being between your legs, touching you everywhere.

Loves your fuller breasts, leaves bites on them

Knows you look so damn good and has a hard time not being jealous especially if she catches another recom checking you out, animal instinct fully in place, hissing and baring teeth, blocking you from view

Okay I've seen some people mention Lyle in front of a mirror, but this woman too. Sitting you on her lap, spreading your legs wide, making you look at what she's doing to you, touching between your legs with one hand and fondling your breasts with the other, moving your hair to the side so she can kiss your neck oof

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Taglist :

@drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed

#recom z dog #recom zdinarsk #avatar way of water #avatar smut #recom smut

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everythingheard · 5 months ago

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with Kasia ( @legaciestold ) ▌from here.

Generally, Constantine operates at one of two speeds: ' the world is ending and he needs to move like the future depends on him because there's a chance that it does, ' or his own. Rarely does an in-between exist, and today? It's the second option. It's probably because there's been a weightiness dragging him down since yesterday afternoon, a result of the type of shit he always believes he's too far gone to care about any longer until it sucker-punches him right in the fucking face. Blood-soaked memories have beaten back any chance of sleep that night, until he can't shut his eyes without seeing the boy he had been called to perform an exorcism for only hours ago. Although rest fails to come, Constantine is just as irritated as if he had been awoken from the deepest slumber when his phone begins to ring from where it's fallen on the floor ( had he thrown it there or dropped it? he can't recall ). He isn't surprised by what he hears when he finally answers — someone wants his help. So had that kid's family, so have a lot of people. Sometimes, even when he harbors good intentions, stepping in is worse.

And sometimes it isn't. Fuck it.

Still, he doesn't rush himself to the address he had scrawled across the back of an envelope on his kitchen table. Constantine even stops at the corner store to grab a pack of Lucky Strikes on the way ( hadn't he told Ellie the last time they were lying in bed together that he isn't going to smoke anymore? ha! ). As he walks the final few blocks to his destination, a single cigarette is threaded back and forth between the fingers of his right hand. He hasn't decided if he's going to light it yet, but he likes having the choice. Destruction or salvation? Constantine knows which one everybody expects from him. The words Lucifer hissed in his ear the last time they met play in the back of his mind like a tinny radio: ' You will have the chance to prove that your soul truly belongs in hell. ' A choice, a chance — there are time he wonders whether they're the same thing for him or not.

Constantine is still wondering when he arrives, though such pondering flees his mind the moment he sees the door already flung open; that's never a good sign. Cigarette swiftly pocketed in exchange for his lighter, he stands at the threshold. The front room is darkened, yet he can still see the state of disarray inside: furniture upended, some sort of liquid spilled across the floor, a dead body, and a blond woman in the middle of it all spattered in blood. When she turns to look at him, Constantine recognizes her instantly — Katarzyna Makowski, the immortal witch. At the realization, the tension in his posture eases. He doesn't underestimate her abilities, yet he's quite confident that she won't lash out at him regardless of how much of an asshole she's chalked him up as. While she might be of the belief that a part of her, her compassion, was destroyed long ago, Constantine knows better; it's just lost, at times more astray than others. If Kasia wants it back someday, he would bet money that she'll find it.

Still, speaking of astray — damn.

The defiant guise upon her face almost suggests that she expects him to judge her for the room in front of him laid waste, or at least express some sort of shock; if he didn't know better, he might suspect that she wanted him to. ' Rather late this time. ' Constantine steps through the doorway now, flicking his wrist so that the top of his lighter snaps up and back down again. "Why would I be early when you'll get here to take care of it for me?" Curiosity as to how she learned of it in enough time to arrive before he did ( even if he wasn't in a particular hurry ) flickers through his mind. Had Kasia stumbled upon it? He's not so sure he buys such an explanation. Her next words stumble that line of thinking for a moment. ' There was no help to be had. ' They both know that's bullshit, don't they? For her to finish this as quickly as she had, her attempt to help must not have been a very valiant one. As it is, Constantine is intrigued by the notion that Kasia is compelled to justify her actions with a lie, thinly veiled though it may be, to him of all people. Maybe it's because an aspect of her feels guilty, the one that he sees in her far more clearly than she seems to see herself.

However, he simply shrugs a shoulder in response. "Sure." Broken glass cracks beneath Constantine's shoe. This reminds him too much of yesterday, he wants to get the hell out of here, he wants to — "As for the drink, I'm buying as long as you're not making me wait." With that, he shoves his lighter back in his coat pocket, turns on his heel, and heads back out the door.

#╰ ––––––– ✧ JOHN CONSTANTINE : ic ˙#╰ ––––––– ✧ JOHN CONSTANTINE : original sins ❨ secondary verse ❩˙#legaciestold

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themurderofcrowscollective · 1 year ago

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" She's as stiff as a board, even if I gently touch her she'll groan. " Ghost mumbles, running a gentle hand up and down your back. You hiss and cling tightly to the blankets on the floor under you when the weighted blanket is removed and Ghost starts massaging your back with your shirt lifted up. " Easy, you're alright. " You hear Price say as he grabs hold of one of your hands, letting you have an iron grip on him. Your aching bones and muscles hurt even more until 20 minutes later, when your muscles feel at ease and your bones stop aching. You had been turned into mush and melted into the blankets, face buried in the blankets and pillows. Thank god for these cause you're drooling. You turn your head to look at Ghost who lays back down, keeping a heavy and warm hand on your back. " Why... why did you do that...? " He looks at you, scanning your eyes. " Because Soap was worried, and so were the rest of us. He filled us in on you ever since you got here and we all knew you would get overwhelmed. " You turn your head to look at Soap who's laying right next to you, and you lazily blink which has him chuckle softly. " There's the Yasei I remember. " He softly pats your head, massaging some of your scalp. " I know what they've put ye through, so I wanted to find some way to help. " Lazily you lift your hand and softly pap his face, letting out a relieved sigh. " Also Price found out about yer anxiety and ADHD two days ago, and he noticed you were getting stuck inside yer head so he asked me if I could help. " Somewhere in the blanket fort, Price chuckles. " Soap also has ADHD so he'll get the same way sometimes. You're part of our team, I'd rather help ya than leave ya hurting in silence. " " Yasei. " Soap grabs your attention. " Mh? " " Why'd ya stop takin' yer meds? " " Because I kept getting letters from my dad about the meds turning me brain-dead and gay when I came out as bisexual... " You're in no mood to keep secrets. Soap looks shocked. " You came out, and they blamed the medication? " " Mhm... I stopped writing to them and cut them out of my life... but I stopped taking my meds... " You feel Ghost wrap his arms around you, Soap also hugging you. You let out a sigh of relief, this is so comfortable. " Maybe we could see who you really are this time, like back then. " You chuckle softly, nuzzling into the warmth of Soap and Ghost until you also feel Gaz lay on top of you. It feels nice, letting Gaz rest his chin on the crook of your neck. " Hi Yasei. " " Hi Gaz. " It feels like you're finally meeting them, not as the lieutenant everyone respects and reveres but as you, Yasei Matsuda. " Price? " " Aye? " " Please don't make me go on training duty, I can't stand it. " " No worries, I planned on taking you off so ye can relax. Also don't panic about paperwork, if it's late then it's late. I just want it finished is all. " You let out a soft chuckle. " Yes sir. " " Gaz? " " Yeah Soap? " " Why are you on top of Yasei? " " She'd never let me near her like this, so I'm making the most out of this whole moment to be near her. " You giggle more, yawning loudly and getting comfy. In minutes you're asleep, snoring deeply into Ghost's shoulder who moved you to be laying on top of him. It's like a whole pool of warmth around you as you sleep, everyone cuddling and sleeping soundly through the night. Within you, the storm that seemed eternal slowly began to calm. You can be yourself now.

'Deep within me is an eternal storm.'

I don't know what this is gonna be cause I'm higher than a kite right now, but it might have some COD (call of duty) shit in this God this weed is incredible (Adding in our OC Yasei 'Hellhound' Matsuda as the person being labeled as 'You', originally a JJBA OC but is now a multi-fandom OC)

You're a new addition to the 141. You were the best of your unit in the army, you follow orders precisely as told, and you have gone through the best of training that was offered to you as well as your intense disciplinary training. Most soldiers who worked with you deemed you a legend in the army, being one super-soldier with little to no mercy when it came to your job. You wear your scars with honor and pride, allowing the whole world to see them. Anyone who was dumb enough to try to make you feel like you were disgusting or imperfect, they had their ass put back in check after you verbally destroy them. Those who found themselves in a match against you were humiliated and taught a lesson in front of the others. Your specialty is hand-to-hand combat and martial arts, since you trained your body with the best trainers and turned your body into a weapon. An impenetrable fortress, some say. In the field, you're fierce and smart and in the base, you're the best trainer there is as well as a dedicated worker. No one knows how you do it without breaking, without showing emotion or any signs of restless nights and no sleep. Even the missions where you're kidnapped and tortured leaves everyone in awe of how you didn't break despite gaining more scars and injuries. You thought this time would be no different, this new team would be like the others where your inner turmoil is hidden by your best features and feats. Oh you are so wrong. - - - Upon arrival with your bags packed, you're met with Captain John Price on the tarmac. Everyone around you are either returning or leaving for missions, but some stop to glance at you and stare in shock. Anyone who had a friend in the army told them about you anyways, but they still were surprised. " Captain John Price, you're Lieutenant Yasei 'Hellhound' Matsuda right? " " Indeed, it's an honor to meet you sir. " Price chuckles as he leads you inside, anyone who wasn't busy stopping to look at you in surprise. A few even quickly saluted to you, but you didn't do anything except walk past them. First Price shows you to your new room, letting you place your bags on the floor before he takes you to the lounge reserved for the 141. " Lads, meet the new addition to our team. " He says as you both walk in, the people sitting down looking at you instantly. You only seem to recognize one person, that being John 'Soap' MacTavish who seems to instantly remember you. " Matsuda? " " MacTavish. " He starts beaming like crazy, he used to come to you for advice on new detonations as he wanted to become a demolitions expert before the pair of you separated. " I'll be damned, I ne'er thought I'd see you joinin' us. " You nod with your eyes closed, opening them again and focusing on the others. " To those who don't know me, I am Lieutenant Yasei Matsuda but you're free to call me 'Hellhound'. " You seem to lock eyes on the man who stands up and approaches you, donning a skull mask. " Lieutenant Simon Riley, also known as Ghost. Welcome to the team. " You both shake hands for a bit, Ghost returning the firm grip you have on him. The next to introduce himself is Sergeant Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, another named Gary 'Roach' Sanderson and then two operators; Konig and Kim 'Horangi' Hong-jin. Price told you about Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra once they got done with their introductions, that the pair are on a mission currently. Price then speaks to the others. " Matsuda's paperwork is still processing but the higher ups allowed her to transfer here, so for the next few days, she will not be placed in missions yet but each of you three will be paired with her while she is on training duty. " He looks to Ghost, Gaz and Soap as he finishes speaking, the three nodding. " You're free to go now, see you at dinner. " And with that, you immediately leave. You have to unpack and head to the gym asap anyways.

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just-fan-fics · 4 years ago

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Don’t you hate me?

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

summary: after an accident you and bucky are stuck under a blow up building, your leg is stuck and you can't move it, Bucky is there for you.

warning: mention of blood, broken leg, being stuck in a small place, fluff.

a/n: sorry for any grammar/spelling mistake, English is not my first language. Also reader doesn't have a specific description so everybody can read it. I hope you enjoy :)

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"There's no way out, we'll have to wait until someone find us" Bucky says returning to where you are after going around trying to find a way to get out of there, but the dim light that comes through the rocks and the dust make it difficult to see.

"It's okay, I'm sure they'll find us" you says hissing when you try to move your leg that's stuck under a rock.

"I'll try to move it" Bucky says pointing to the rock. You nod getting ready to pull the leg off. Bucky looks at you before starting to move the rock.

"Stop stop" you tell grabbing his right arm. He stops looking worried at you "What? What is it?". "It hurts when you move it"

"Sorry" he says sitting next to you. "You don't have to apologize is not your fault" he nods but says nothing.

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"You probably would rather get stuck with someone else" he says after a few minutes of silence. "Why would you say that?" you look at him brows burrowed.

"Don't you hate me?" he asks looking down. "No, I don't. Quite the opposite actually" you reply biting you lip and not daring to look at him.

"Wait what? Really? You, like me? Like, like me like me?" he asks now looking at you. You look at him and just nod. He smiles, the widest smile you've seen on him ever.

"Well, I like you too" he says still looking at you. "And when we get out of here, I'd like to take you out on a date if you want"

"I'd like that" you smile back at him.

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You don't know how long you've been down there the light is slowly going away and it's getting colder, and to top in off your leg hurts like hell.

Bucky notices you shivering. He takes of his jacket. "No, you'll get cold" you tell him stopping him. "I can take the cold" he says placing his jacket on your shoulders. You put your head on his shoulder and Bucky embraces you with his arm.

"How long do you think we're going to be here?" you ask starting to feel sleepy. "I don't know y/n, I don't know" he sighs.

Your eyes begins to close. "Hey y/n, I need you to stay awake" Bucky says cupping your cheeks with his left arm. "But I'm sleepy and my leg hurts really bad" you reply whining. "I know but baby I need you to stay awake"

"Did you just call me baby?" you say a weak smile on your lips. "Yeah, you don't like it?" he says slightly nervous. "No, I do. I like it"

Bucky smiles.

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There's noise around that you can barely hear. Your eyes are close and you only want to sleep.

"Hey y/n they're coming, we're gonna get out of here" Bucky says looking at you, but you don't look at him. "Y/n? Y/n wake up" he says patting your cheek lightly but nothing. "y/n you need to wake up" he keeps trying getting more worried every second.

The rescuers put you on a gurney after taking the rock out of your leg. Your leg is broken and bleeding. Bucky looks at it and then at you. "Is she gonna be okay?" he asks to one of the medics. The medic doesn't respond and keep working to get you out of there.

The way to the hospital is quiet and feels longer that Bucky would've like.

They take you out of the ambulance and push the gurney through the halls. Bucky walks next to you not wanting to leave you alone any second. "Sorry sir, you can't walk pass this" a nurse says before walking through the door. Bucky walks to the waiting room and sits down. Elbows on his lap and his face buried on his hands.

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"Excuse me, are you family of y/f/n?" a doctor says after a few hours of waiting. "Yes" Bucky stands up. "She's fine, her leg was broken and needed surgery but everything went well. She'll just need to rest until we take the cast off" the doctor explains. "Can I see her?" "Of course"

Bucky follows the doctor until he gets to your room. You are laying down with your eyes close. Your leg up in a few pillows with the cast on it. He sits next to you, holding your hand.

“Hey” you say once he’s sitting next to you. “Hey, how are you feeling?” he says concerned. “With all this painkillers? Awesome” you say gaining a chuckle from Bucky. “I guess our date will have to wait” you say fidgeting with your fingers. “There’s no need. I can cook for you and have the date at your place. What do you think?” Bucky asks looking at you. “That sounds perfect” you reply with a smile.

#bucky fanfic #bucky barnes imagine #bucky imagine #bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader

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grav3yardbb92 · 4 years ago

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ALL THE BEST PEOPLE ARE ( once upon a time)

Jefferson (Mad Hatter) x OC

Previously on once upon a time....

Jefferson was miserable and conflicted. He has stood in this enormous mansion, all alone, looking out this window. He had decided long ago that his daughter was better off where she was, with her new, better life, new family, new memories. It hurt him, but he could accept that. What he couldn't accept was the woman in the alley, beside Granny's, accepting scraps that Ruby handed her. It concerned him that she was only in a dirty purple dress, though it was at least forty degrees out, and the fact that she was also barefoot and was sleeping under a table on the patio of the diner. But what concerned him most was that he had looked over this town for the past twenty something years and hadn't seen her before. Not until the yellow bug pulled into town and stayed. All these years she was invisible to him and everyone else, but not anymore. Not ever again. He can't get his daughter or her memories back, but he can....no he will get you, his wife, back.

****Your pov**

" Kat?"

A male voice boomed amongst the silence that consumed the night. But it wasn't the voice that startled me, but what was said.

" What, where? I hate cats, I'm allergic to them" I studdered out, panic clear in my voice, causing the voice's owner to rush to my side.

" Whoa. I'm, I'm sorry, I was mistaking I guess" he looked shocked, and maybe a little nervous as he lifted me to my feet off of the dirty, wet concrete.

" Who are you? What do you want?" My questions are rushed out, curious as to why this stranger is here, talking to me. No one has been able to see or talk to me for long. Only recently has the pretty waitress been coming out of the diner with hot food, but she still doesn't say much.

" The name's Jefferson. I saw you here in the cold, thought you could use some help, maybe a place to stay, my house has more than enough room" he takes my hand, and we began walking amongst the empty streets.

" And what would your name be?" He ask, the look in his eyes almost saying he knows the answer, but how could he.

" Maddie" I answer, causing him to stop and give me another confused look, mixed with a bit of anger.

" Nope, that doesn't suit you"

*****A few days later*****

" That's her" Jefferson whispers into my ear as he directs the microscope as I look through it. I smile at the beautiful girl playing with her friends at school.

" If you know where our daughter is, why not get her back?"

" we can't" there is sadness in his eyes as he moves across the room.

" Why not? You came to me?" I push the subject, following him to the couch.

" You were alone and scared, she's happy, Kat" Apparently, that's my real name, and I've gotten used to hearing him say it. " You don't think she'll be happy with us, with her real parents?"

He answers me with a story, of us, a real family, happily living in the woods, selling mushrooms and hand-knit gifts at the market. But the money we made was barely enough for food and our Grace deserved more. His deal with the queen went wrong and I was left to raise her alone.

" She'll understand J. You were doing it for her, for our family" He nodded, but he still wasn't convinced. I could tell, he said that I always could, that my crazy matched his crazy.

'That's probably the reason that we get along'

***

I'm stood at the window, like I do every morning. I watch as Grace exits the bus and enters he school building. It hurts to watch. It was more bearable when she was happy, even if it was from fake memories, a fake family, she was still happy. WAS.

Two days ago, the curse was lifted, I could remember everything. My memories, crashed through my head like a flood. My first encounter with my husband, donning black leather and a top hat, venturing through wonderland. I hissed out as a sharp pain shot through my fluffy black tail, I glance upward as the man apologizes, scooping me into his hands, patting my glorious striped fur. " Well hello there"

" Meow!"

Along with my memories, came everyone else's. The entire town now flooded with fairytale characters, lost and confused, and missing their loved ones. Including my sweet Grace.

After countless hours of begging and pleading with my stubborn husband, I still could not talk him into reuniting with our poor girl. If I can't do it, who could?

" Of course, Henry”

****

It's so comforting to be in my animal form again, laying in the sunlight, cleaning my fur with my paws. I mew and stretch as I here the door click open and Jefferson enters. I rub my face against his shoes and he picks me up.

" Let's get our girl"

#once upon a time #mad hatter #sebastian stan #x reader #jefferson x reader #ouat #OUAT Jefferson #Jefferson mad hatter #Jefferson imagines #once upon a time imagines

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marchioness-caprina · 4 years ago

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You Like Me Not?

{ Final Part }

Pairings : Takami Keigo ( Hawks) x Reader

Writing Style : 3rd Person

Warning : Cussing, Stalker Tendencies, Toxic Tendencies.

Word Count : 2947

Read; { Part 1 } , { Part 2 }

3rd Person's POV

A month has Passed. Yes a whole Month has passed and y/n was surprisingly doing well; in the surface at least.

Inside. Not so well but at least she's coping up a lot better than a few weeks ago where she'd often cry herself to sleep, even in the showers. The lingering pain was still haunting her like there's no tomorrow but now she's getting used to it.

After all, First love is usually the greatest and the most painful experience.

Instead of moping around and sulking, she began investing her time and effort into being a Hero. And the effort paid off greatly; her performance was improving and she's proud to say that she's on par with the top three of the class which mainly consists of Izuku, Todoroki and Bakugou.

She was finally getting the attention that she deserved, plus it takes her mind off of Keigo and his jerkass.

However, at the end of the day she felt so empty and devoid of something---someone she longs for. And she will never accept that it was Keigo she was looking for.

But she needs to stay strong and let go of those people who can't even appreciate the little things she does; she won't let them bring her down. No, not when she's finally seeing something big for her up ahead.

Unfortunate as the saying goes ; All good things will come to an end. And for y/n, that is today.

Their class was split in groups for an Activity. Y/n along with Kirishima and Mina and Izuku were paired up to patrol the busy part of the city where crimes are mostly committed.

And guess who their Hero guide is? Yup one of them is Hawks and the other one is Enchanting.

Y/n who had a smile on her face seemed calm on first approach but inside she was cussing her heart out for the terrible luck she's got.

It had to be two of her worst nightmare. How charming.

" You Kids doing fine back there? " Keigo asked, his eyes never leading the road and beside him was a bored looking enchantress.

The two were their Hero guides for today and everyone was ecstatic. Except for y/n.

" Yeah we're good! " Kirishima answered for everyone and y/n was thankful that she didn't have to exchange a few unnecessary words with Hawks.

Her attention was now caught by the Broccoli boy right next to her who was vigorously writing notes down on his notebook.

" Oh my gosh it's the Pro Hero Hawks " Izuku was becoming a mumbling mess as He continued to scribble. His pace was a beyond anyone y/n had ever seen and she was very much intrigued by Izuku's unwavering determination.

" You know Midoriya-san, you're actually really handsome up close" Y/n muttered and izuku froze on the spot; heat rising up his cheeks as he tensed. Slowly he turned to see the h/c haired girl who was smiling at him tenderly.

" I-I-I... Umm... T-Thank you Y/n-san... A-and... You're really handsome too.... W-wait I mean n-not handsome because you aren't a g-guy w-what I meant to say was... P-pretty.... You're really pretty" Izuku gushed out and as much as y/n tried to contain her laughter she couldn't keep a straight face and began laughing at Izuku's Adorable antics.

Izuku was going red due to his rising embarrassment as he began to stutter out another list of explanation why he accidentally said it.

But their little conversation didn't go unnoticed by Keigo and Enchanting.

" Wow, she moves Fast. Better try Harder Birdy. As far as I see it; she's sick of you and look she's a boy magnet. You're gonna lose if you keep this up " Enchantress casually gave her comment and Hawks gave her a narrowed look.

" Shut up miss ' I'm a hundred years old' you better hope she'll be mine by the end of the day, I've pulled a lot of strings to get her here and it ain't easy " Hawks kept a calm expression; his lips tugging up into a smirk as he continued " This was your fault to begin with. If I can't win her over today.... Well you're gonna get wrinkles starting tomorrow. I'm not a very forgiving fellow"

" We'll see Hawks... We'll see "

" Oh, we Will "

" Hey! You two lovebirds better stop flirting and Tell Kirishima here that Cats are better than Dogs! " Mina exclaimed and with how loud her voice was; she caught everyone's attention within her first attempt.

" I told you Mina, Dogs are Manly. And they earned the title of Man's Best friend. They're dedicated and Loyal but I wanna know who you guys will vote for" Kirishima replied as he glanced back at the still very flustered Izuku and A Smiling y/n.

" W-well.... I think I prefer Dogs than Cats... Sorry Mina " Izuku gave Mina an apologetic smile as Mina pouted before turning to y/n.

" Come on y/n you gotta be on my side on this one " Mina pleaded and Kirishima pulled her away.

" That's cheating Mina, don't pull the pity card on Y/n. That's so not Manly... But.. Well which do you prefer y/n? "

" Hmm... Well... I----"

" I vote for Birds. I heard Birds are very reliable companions miss y/n. I assume that you feel the same way? " Enchantress piped in and y/n gave her a raised brow but she managed to catch on to what enchantress was saying.

" Oh? Well I understand the reason why you Like Birds Enchantress; I do too... Well I used to anyways but to answer your question I prefer Dogs... Sorry Mina. I like how a Dog will be loyal to you till the very end"

" Hmm? So you're saying Birds aren't Loyal? " Enchantress chimed and y/n's chuckle made Kirishima, Mina and Izuku shudder.

Her laugh was cold and forced; her eyes landed on Enchantress and a teasing smirk was now displayed on her face.

" Well Enchantress, Upon Personal experiences... Then my Answer is No. Birds aren't Loyal at All" Everyone shivered at her response simply because y/n had took the risk of jumping straight onto a landmine. Because Hawks had a bird based Quirk.

The temperature dropped to negative and even enchantress seemed to be affected by the sudden change of the atmosphere.

" Really Now? You wound me Baby Bird " Keigo's smile was passive aggressive and y/n didn't hesitate to return it.

" Don't call me That Hawks. And stop acting like you know me"

" I'm very Hurt by your words... Especially about your opinion on Birds. I for one am very Loyal "

" Nah, I Love dogs but I also like Bunnies... Take izuku for example. He's cute, shy and smart like a Bunny. Not Cunning, Manipulative and Sly Like a... Hawk" Y/n countered as she placed her Hand on top of Izuku's Head petting him gently.

Her action made a growl rip itself from Keigo's Throat and everyone froze at his aggressive reaction.

" Sure, I may be Cunning, Manipulative and Sly... But you forgot one thing Baby Bird "

" And what is it Hawks? "

" Hawks are Birds of Prey... And They are Very Possessive " Keigo answered, his Fetagers began to Bristow and sharpen; eyes trained on y/n's figure as he slightly lowered his stance.

" Huh? Why would I need to know tha------ahhhhh! " A scream was heard as y/n disappeared from her place as well as Hawks.

Unfortunately she was brisked away by the said Hero at A speed far top fast for the human eyes to follow.

" What the!? " Kirishima , Izuku and Mina who were knocked down on the ground after the Aerial impact of the winged hero were stunned as they frantically looked around for their Female Classmate who had vanished into thin air.

" Let them Be kids " Enchantress muttered as she gestured for the teens to follow her.

" B-but--!".

" Let. Them. Be..... Seriously I don't want to have any wrinkles because of that damn Cocky Hawks .... So let them be or else "

________________

" Hawks! Put me Down! " Y/n demanded, she was brisked away and slung onto his shoulders like a bag of potatoes and now Hawks was flying away and note that they are far from the ground.

" As you wish"

Y/n could practically feel the smirk in his voice and her heart dropped along with her body as she screamed for bloody murder because Hawks was being a Jerk and dropped her in Mid-air.

" Keiiiiigooooo! " Her scream was more of a threat and after 15 seconds of falling in Mid-air she was once again brisked away by the winged Hero who was smirking at her.

" God... I missed it so much when you used to call me by my name and not ' Hawks ' or ' Takami' " Keigo chuckled as he faced the girl who was holding onto him for dear life.

" Ah... Shit I almost died" Y/n hissed as she began shifting in her position, her legs were tightly wrapped around Keigo's Torso, her arms had snaked themselves around his neck and don't even get him started on how hard she was pushing her body against his.

" Easy baby Bird. Don't. Be too feisty with me... I might lose control " Keigo whispered bit he was met with a scowl.

" What is wrong with you? Can't you just leave me alone? If you think this is funny well it's not. I don't want to see or even hear you" Y/n spat out as her heart began pounding in her ribcage from both the adrenaline and embarrassment .

Hawks didn't answer and just gave her an intimidating glare that almost had her shrinking and burying her face on his chest.... Almost.

" Sure you don't want to see me... But really? Leeching yourself on every single boy who comes near you? You're driving me crazy Little Bird. I almost became a serial murderer because of you... Picture this... Pro hero Hawks; the first Hero to Murder a student because of Jealousy " Keigo bitterly laughed .

" Keigo... What the fuck are you saying? ---"

" I'm not done venting!, you think it's fun to mess with my head? Where the fuck were you over the past few weeks?! Seeing another man? While I stayed in my office drinking a huge load of bullshit? Driving myself crazy in that room anticipating when you'd show up again!? And now....now you have the guts to flirt with another man right in front of me " Keigo was pouring out all of his frustration right in front of her and he was far from being finished.

" For a moment there I almost considered the possibility of becoming a murderer... Just because he touched my Girl... He stole your attention away from me... I fucking waited and I resisted the urge to fucking drag you to the nearest alleyway y/n----"

" Cut to the fucking chase Keigo! "

" I Love you y/n! That's what I was trying to say Baby Bird. I Fucking Love you! " Keigo panted out and Y/n was more than speechless.

She didn't know what to feel, she didn't know how to react. After all that? And the effort she made to move on... Now... Now he's being so difficult and telling her he love her?!.

" Keigo, if you think a bullshit excuse like that is enough then you're wrong! Have you had any idea how hard and painful it was for me? How much I had to endure became I loved you? Damn well you don't and you don't have the right to slap this shit right in front of me you bastard! I cried myself to sleep and... And... You... ---" She couldn't finish her sentence when tears began to flood her eyes and was now cascading down her flushed cheeks.

She began sobbing and hitting Keigo's chest which has done absolutely zero no no damage at all.

Keigo's only response was to hold her in place and tighten his arms around her waist; letting her vent.

Of course he was awful to her. He was one hell of a fucking idiot to do this to the woman he loves.

He told her everything, it was true. He barely had any decent sleep and worked his ass off while waiting for her return. He didn't want to carry that habit of being an obsessive stalker. Of course he didn't tell her about how he had stalked her multiple times, he didn't want to scare her. But all of it was true. Including the jealousy part.

" I'm sorry Y/n....i really am--"

" Sorry ain't cutting shit you Jerk! Just when I'm moving on you stomp your way back in! "

" No y/n....don't ever move on. Stay here with me... I know this may sound toxic and shitty as fuck but hear me out... I know it hurts but bare with me... Don't move on.. Stay even if it hurts.. Don't leave me and give me every thing of who you are... No matter how painful it is "

" You selfish prick! Do you realize how greedy you sound! You fucking maniac! "

" I know! I know... But all my life I've been deprived of everything I actually wanted.. I was told to be this and not that... I never had the chance to actually have what I want so please y/n....allow me to be selfish when it comes to you... Let me be greedy and give me You. I don't care if I'm selfish because I'm only selfish when it comes to you.... So please. Beat me up, hit me, stab me... I don't care but just don't Leave me" Keigo growled; angry at his words and his selfish desires bit he couldn't help it.

Y/n who was still sobbing her heart out was listening to every word he had uttered. She fought back the idea of actually giving him a chance. She knew Keigo was sick to the bone but she's even worst knowing that this type of guy had attracted her and lured her to love him.

How... Why is she so soft when it comes to him? Is this how love really is? Because if it is... Then she doesn't give a shit. She wants him too. But she isn't going to make it any easier for him. If he wants her then he better earn her, No more miss nice y/n.

And He wanted her... He needed her and he isn't just about to let her go. He'll hunt her down even in hell.

" Keigo... You.... Ugh... I... Shit... "

" Is it working y/n...am I winning you over? "

" Only because I loved you Keigo you prick "

" Correction You still Love me...so be my girlfriend?"

" Whatever. Just so you know, I'm not saying yes to your proposal. You gotta earn me you fucking retard and it isn't going to be easy"

" I knew you were going to say something like that. And yes I'm ready to make those sacrifices for you, Just... No boys " Keigo smirked as he cradled the girl in his arms.

She still had her arms wrapped around his neck as he landed on one of the very few skyscrapers in the city.

" No can do Keigo... Your Baby Bird here is a Boy Magnet---" Upon seeing how fast Keigo's demeanor had shifted to something more gruesome she shut up immediately and nodded her head.

" You too Chicken wings... No girls for you"

" No can do, your Bird man here is a lady magnet " Keigo smirked returning her words at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes and reached her hand up to paw on his blonde hair; giving them a harsh yank but before she pulled him down, her lips meeting his in a rough and demanding kiss to avoid any form of kinky retort from Hawks.

Keigo immediately responded and took full control of dominance as his lips moved in sync with hers. Rough and passionate, but unfortunately Keigo was getting a little bit handsy; his hands made its way towards her thigh giving it a harsh squeeze but before he could do anything else she pulled away covering his mouth with her hands when he tried to catch her lips again.

" Nuh uh Keigo. We're Going slow "

" Ugh... Nice job being a Kill Joy Kid...tsk.."

" Fuck you Keigo"

" Why don't you do it yourself you Coward "

" Oh I will Keigo "

" Really? I don't mind breeding you right here if you wan---"

" Eww Keigo shut up. I was kidding. I want to be a Hero before becoming a Mom"

" Yeah, Good luck with that because I think you're gonna be a momma anytime soon because you said Yes to Me"

" I didn't say jack shit like that Keigo" Y/n snapped as she began squirming in his hold with Keigo chuckling and laughing at her poor attempt.

" Relax. I was Kidding-- "

" Thank Goodness for a moment there I actually thought you we---"

" Maybe "

" Keigo! "

End~? ♡...............

#bnha #bnha x reader #mha #boku no hero academia #bnha imagine #y/n #xreader #hawks imagine #hawks x reader #Keigo x Reader #Jealous! Hawks x Reader #You Like Me not? 3 #jealousy #Takami Keigo

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oliviaillustrations · 3 years ago

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Garden of Eden

my piece for the @grishaversebigbang ! this is based off of the lovely dark academia ninej au fic written by @kugisakigf and @emdrabbles titled Garden of Eden

you can find my gang members and their amazing pieces below! 💗

Materialki: @landryaugust (here and here) @oranges-and-stuff (here)

AO3 Link: here!

Summary:

Nina is doing just fine as a directionless art student—she goes to class four times a week, struggles to get oil paint out of her clothes on laundry day, makes sure to dodge her landlord when he asks about rent, and dreads the day she has to graduate. Maybe she feels as important to the grand scheme of things as a stray brushstroke, and she's no closer to any shred of a clue about what she's going to do with her life. But it's fine. She's fine.

Except when Nina’s painting class gets a live model, she spends more time staring at this very pretty, very intimidating newcomer more than she does at her own canvas. Inej is gorgeous and terrifying and has her life together and now Nina can’t remember the last time she was able to think about anything but her. Pressure starts to ramp up and the world she's tried so hard to hide herself from keeps pounding at every wall she's built to protect herself, and now she's left wondering if she'll ever amount to anything. Will history forget Nina Zenik? Will she ever do something worthwhile with what little she's been given? And does it even matter, when Inej Ghafa seems to draw her ever closer, an Icarus to her blazing sun?

First Chapter: Nina Zenik is crumpled in a mass of blankets, shivering and bone-tired, when she realizes that sometimes, living in the attic of a church is worth it. She can deal with the rotting wood that creaks and rolls under her feet, the sounds splintering out across the room as she walks. She can forgive the smell of must and cobwebs, the heavy fragrance of mold and must and incense lingering around every corner, even on the rare occasions when she has time to clean. She can almost ignore the deep ache of wintertime, the heat barely making its way to her with long, spiraling fingers, the cold permeating through every crack in the walls that let in the sharp December chill. She's made her peace with the occasional mouse that sprints underfoot, the moths spending weeks on the windowsill, the shitty water pressure and gas stove that only works once a week if she was lucky.

Because mornings like this seemed to make everything worth it.

The rising sun, shallow and shy in the pale morning light, would reach out and glance off of an ancient stained glass window, just at her bedside. The sky would sing, and the carefully laid image of The Virgin Mary would glow, sweet features framed in green and violet. Nina would wake to vibrant shadows dancing across her skin and colors pooling on her floor like spilled blood. Sometimes, she would just sit there, hours before classes would start. The world faded to a hazy gray, and all that was left was the sunrise and her. She'd just look at the sun, and she'd pause for a moment, and just breathe . It never quite felt like she could get a full breath of air anymore. She would just take a breath, and she'd stop thinking, and she'd just be . She wasn't Nina Zenik, right now. She was sunlight and morning air and that particular shade of crimson shot through with gold when the light shines in.

She blinks, and the sun has moved. She's washed in pitch again, deep blue drowning the lines and arches of her body into a loose silhouette. She's empty, again, just a fragile body in a silent room. The floor dips and bends beneath her feet as if to sing a hollow tune in some form of an answer. It does not feel like enough. It never does.

She wipes a smudge of dust off the windows, her finger stained red even in the fading light. Her heart beats in concert with the pulsing of her head, and she winces, hard. Lack of sleep is catching up to her, it seems. The last few nights—weeks, if she's being true—have been short and restless, a sick sort of fear settling in whenever her eyes begin to close. It burns like every word she's never said and it spoils like a promise in her stomach. Everything is too much, and it's all she can do to stand on two feet and will her fingers to curl around a pencil. And even that's a pretense.

She hasn't been able to paint in months. Everything she makes seems twisted and wrong , an abomination of oil paints and a mockery of everything she's worked to accomplish. (She buries the voice that says she hasn't truly accomplished anything deep in her chest and tries to forget it can still breathe). She's felt stuck, a broken record that keeps skipping the same line of a song she's heard a hundred times. She can feel everything falling away from her, but doesn't know how to hold on to it all. She's losing it all with nothing she can do to stop it.

Nina doesn't have time for this- this crisis , something hisses in her ear, teeth grazing against her neck. But the problem is, she never has time for any of this. It all keeps piling up and then she’s buried under the weight of it and then she's having a panic attack in a public restroom and turning in late assignments and making excuses and she can’t do that . She can't do that again. So she compartmentalizes, picks out tiny little problems, and thinks about them for a short while, washes it down with wine, and calls it a night. Everything she doesn't deal with disappears in the morning. And she likes it that way.

But morning has come, and she still feels like a goddamn inside-out sock and she doesn't know what to do about it. Nina has been floundering for years, though, so this isn't any different than anything else.

Her phone flickers and the curling numbers read 7:49. Shit. She has a nine a.m. class and she's still in bed. Normally, she'd get to rot into her pillows for another hour at least, but she needed it for her major, and by the time she'd finally finished agonizing over which courses to take, it had been the only time slot open. So, here she is, aching limbs and sunburnt eyes, stepping onto the cold embrace of hardwood floors. She shivers, and the weak threads of sunlight that weave through the windows don't make the room any warmer.

The shower isn't warm, either. She bears the wet chill anyway. The water is soothing and it washes away the dregs of sleeplessness from her eyes. She stands under the spray, lets it drip down her back, and feels something like comfort as the soap slips down around her ankles and the room begins to smell like lavender. She waits for the water to finally run low, and steps out, puddles tracing her footsteps as she makes her way to her dresser.

Her hair lies damp on her shoulders, thick strands tangled and dark against her skin. It started curling, lately, and she's not sure why, but she doesn't quite mind. Sometimes, she closes her eyes, and imagines vines and leaves woven through the loose curls. A vision of Dionysus with dirt-stained fingers and violet stains under her eyes. A fairy twined with sumac and oak, wings that glow gold in the sunlight. She's always wanted to be special. She's always wished to be more than she is. But now, her own haggard reflection is what stares back at her. She's not sure if she likes what she sees.

She's not sure that it matters.

Nina gets dressed, rifling through her closet in search of something warm. It’s not like she’s obsessed with how she looks, but she does try and pick something nice. Today, she settles on a pink sweater patterned with strawberries, and earrings to match. (She’s nothing if not consistent.) It’s soft and thick, and it smells like summertime. It’s perfect for this, the kind of day that soaks through your skin and wears away at your bones. She slips into thick boots and a pair of jeans, and she's gone.

She takes the spiral staircase outside of her apartment one creaking step at a time, counting as she goes. One, two, three, four, avoid the loose nail on five, six, seven, eight. She should get that fixed, she thinks. But that would require seeing the landlord. And no one wants to see the landlord. The thought whispers away as fast as it came.

The staircase spits her out in the church vestibule. It’s all dark wood and low ceilings, pale morning light filtering through the narrow windows. Soft music floats through the heavy doors separating Nina from the nave of the church, and if she listens closely, faint chanting is woven between the notes. The song sounds familiar. She’s unsure if it’s a psalm drilled into her from middle school bible camp or because the organ drums the same tune beneath her floor every day.

Nina stands a moment longer, eyes momentarily fluttering closed as she listens, grasped by an unnamable sensation equal parts reassuring and paralyzing. And then she’s out the door, down the marble steps, and on the street.

The cold air stings her cheeks and her shoulders wince against the wind. She really should've grabbed a coat before she left, but it's fine. She still hasn't eaten, and she has a class in half an hour. If she turns back now she'll be late. So, Nina grits her teeth, ignoring how hard they're rattling against each other, and tugs the sleeves of her sweater down to cover her shaking hands. The coffee shop’s only a five-minute walk, and it'll be warm inside, and that's the only thing that keeps her moving forward. Her feet beat on the concrete with a steady rhythm, and she focuses on that instead of the aching cold.

The awning of the Dregs greets her, bold block letters on top of old red brick. Scuttling through the door, she’s welcomed by a gust of warm air. The barista looks up at the gentle tingle of the bell and flashes her a quick smile before resuming their work. They don’t look familiar. Must be a new hire. It feels like every time she gets comfortable around here, something changes. The world rolls and ripples under her feet, and she doesn’t remember the last time she’s caught her balance.

Nina takes a deep breath and rubs her hands together, which are now bright pink, then places them on the tips of her ears, which are also bright pink. The morning is quiet, with only a scattering of patrons to be found in the mixed-matched chairs. Some of the dark red wallpaper is beginning to peel off the plaster behind the counter. The Dregs she knows and loves.

“Good morning.” Behind the counter stands the barista, hands fidgeting with a dishtowel.

Nina blinks. “Mornin’,” she croaks, voice weak. She takes a look at the drink menu, even though she’s been here every morning since freshman orientation, because she needs to look busy and not as if she’s more burnt out than a pile of ash. Thankfully, the barista notices her quiet plea and doesn’t try to strike up any more conversation.

A few beats of silence pass, only interrupted by the occasional clink of coffee mugs. Despite already knowing what she’s going to order--the same damn caramel macchiato with far too much sugar than she should start her day with because why would she ever change the habits that hurt her the most--Nina stares at the menu overhead. Her eyes slowly unfocus, not actually reading the menu so much as wondering if she should even try to, so she doesn’t realize how much time has passed until the barista clears their throat with a little more vigor than necessary.

“So…” they start, rocking on the balls of their feet and making a point to not look directly at Nina. “Can I get you started or…?”

She snaps her head back down. “Oh, shit - sorry, yeah.” She allows herself one more moment to reconsider, then orders the caramel macchiato, but not before fumbling with her change. A cascade of pennies and nickels and dimes all crash to the floor and all noise in the cafe ceases at once. Nina doesn’t need to turn around to know how many pairs of eyes rest on her.

“I’ll, uh - get that for you right away.” The barista couldn’t have shuffled away any faster, disappearing into the back.

Nina swears once, loud, then stoops down and collects her change. Fucking figures. This morning has felt awfully representative of life in recent years - bitter, shitty, reliant on loose change. Yet her pride, or perhaps self pity, leaves her stagnant, unable to change. She refuses to get her hopes up about the coffee. With her luck it’ll be bitter and shitty, too.

The barista comes out soon after, coffee in one hand and muffin in the other. They set both on the counter and offer Nina a meek look. “Muffin’s on the house.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she says, scooping both into her hands. And she means it.

“Of course,” they say. Then they lean over the counter and point across the cafe. “And, uh - the drinks in the case over there, the orange ones. Yeah, those. They’re good for hangovers.”

Nina looks from the barista, to the case, then back to the barista. So that’s what this is. She scrunches her face into a weak smile, though it probably looks more like a grimace, and takes her drink without another word. Of course they think she’s hungover, because who would have such a shitty morning if they were sober? That thought is chased with a wave of guilt, heavy. They were being nice. Why can’t she just say thank you and move on? She pushes the door open and the bone chilling day greets her with a sting of cold that bites at her cheeks, her nose, ready to greet her next misfortune.

#gvbb21 #gvbbcreation21 #gvbbfic21 #grishaverse big bang #six of crows #nina zenik #the dregs #crooked kingdom #inej gafha

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kinglivv · 4 years ago

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Justice

Beth Latimer x Reader

Summary: Set after series 3 epsiode 3. Mark drops some stuff off at the house for Lizzie one night and you let him in while Beth's asleep. However, Beth wakes up and chaos erupts.

Warnings: Mention child death

A/N: I finally feel I've seen enough of Broadchurch to post a proper Beth Latimer fic, so here you go! The beth x reader tag definitely needs more love.

Beth's fast asleep, lying on top of you with her arms wrapped around your shoulders like a vice in her usual clingy manner and her hair tickling your chin. ('I am not clingy!' You can hear her voice reply). You slide a hand under her shirt and breathe in the familiar smell of head and shoulders shampoo, holding her a little tighter.

You had been watching the TV - some corny game show repeat - but when she'd fallen asleep against you, you'd turned it off and pulled a blanket up over her, allowing her some peace. She'd been in a strange mood all evening - you could tell as soon as you'd gotten home from work. So was Chloe, both lost in thought and with an idenitical grim expression on their faces. You had decided not to press them.

It's coming up for midnight and you'd been dozing off yourself when you suddenly hear a key in the door.

You tense, frozen with Beth in your arms as you watched through the doorway of the living room to the front door where in the clouded glass you can see a dark figure. The door unlocks and you brace yourself...

It's... Mark. It's bloody Mark.

"Mark," You hiss, careful not to wake Beth. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I needed to drop some stuff off!" He whisper-shouts back as if it was the most normal thing in the world to be breaking into his ex-wife's house. He looks you both up and down, and there's a slight envy in his gaze.

"It's bloody midnight! We've told you about letting yourself in."

It should be slightly awkward that he's your girlfriend' ex- husband, but you'd always maintained a respectful if not slightly wary relationship with the man, never quite sure what to think of him. He respected you too, though - you were kind to Beth and that's all he cared about. She had wanted to keep a friendship with Mark after they split, especially for the kids, and you'd always tried to not put yourself in the way of that. You knew what Danny's death had done to them all, and you realised that him coming over for tea every so often and getting to see the kids was a vital part of their lives.

However, you couldn't excuse him breaking in in the middle of the night.

"I was on a late job, I just needed to bring back the stuff Lizzie left at mine the other day." He held up the peppa pig backpack in his hand. "I didn't expect you to be awake."

"Look - fine," You resist rolling your eyes. "If Beth wakes up to find you here, she'll kill both of us."

"I know."

You shift slightly, gently moving Beth off of you. She stirs a little, groaning in her sleep, and you run a hand through her hair.

"Sh, love, it's alright." You mumble softly and she stills again as you stand up, leaving her dozing on the sofa alone.

Mark watches on with a poorly hidden jealousy. Once upon a time, Beth would have woken up at the mere fact he was present in the room. Now, she barely stirred at the sound of his voice. You had everything he had once loved. Everything he had ruined.

It hurts to know that you're better for her than he ever was.

"C'mon then." You say to him, giving him a funny look and making for the stairs, no idea what he's thinking.

He follows obediently, backpack in hand. Silently, you open the door to Lizzie's room, checking the toddler's still asleep. She looks tiny in the twin sized bed amoungst her peppa pig covers (she was going through a phase), and her star projector glitters over her dainty features.

You step aside to allow Mark in, and he quietly sets the bag down by her wardrobe before going to the bed. He leans down, presses a gentle kiss to her head, and stands up. He gazes for a moment around the room, a sadness on his face and you look away, feeling like you're intruding on something. You know that when he looks around Lizzie's room, he only sees Danny's.

"Dad?"

Lizzie's voice is small and sleep roughened. Shit. You'd woken her up.

"Hiya darlin'," He coos, and you glower at him.

"Mark!" You hiss. He waves a hand towards you dismissively and kneels down next to her.

"You should be asleep." He tells her.

"I don't want to be asleep!" She says excitedly, loudly, and you cringe. "Why are you here?"

"Lizzie, you're going to wake up mummy!" You whisper, but you're ignored by her as she continues to chatter away. Mark of course, doesn't make any effort to stop her.

"Y/N?" You hear Beth call from downstairs and your head thumps against the wall with a resigned thud. Well that's you done for.

Mark steps back out into the hallway just as Beth reaches the top of the stairs, her mousy hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, her t-shirt hanging loosely off a shoulder.

She freezes.

"What are you doing here?" She asks flatly.

"I needed to drop some stuff off for Lizzie."

"Mark, it's the middle of the night!" She tells him angrily, before turning to you accusingly. "Did you let him in?"

"He let himself in!"

"I can't believe you!" She exclaims to him, her accent thickening, and you mentally thank Chloe for staying away at a friend's house tonight. "You come in here with that bloody lawyer this morning and now you decide it's a good time to start visiting your kids in the middle of the night?"

Bloody lawyer? What bloody lawyer? You hadn't heard anything about a bloody lawyer. You'd been at work all day.

"Beth, I just needed to drop stuff off for Liz! And we need to talk about that lawyer anyway."

"No we do not!" Beth practically yells. She's worked up and you can't help but wonder where this had come from. What had happened today that had set everything off? It's at this point Lizzie chooses to come running out of her room to involve herself in the excitement. You quickly scoop her up into your arms before she can get any further.

"You're giving up so easily, Beth, we need to take our every chance at getting justice."

"Mark, we are not getting justice and you know it." She hisses, tears in her eyes.

"How do you know? You're givin' up on Dan so easily!"

"I have spent three years of my life not giving up and I've realised that we're never going to get what we want." She snaps. "You need to stop chasing Danny like it's something we're in control of. You need think about me and Chloe and Lizzie, because we're still here."

It's then that you decide to intervine.

"Mark, go. Please." You tell him shortly before he can continue. You didn't know what this was about, but clearly Beth was angrier with him than usual. Much angrier.

He simply glares at you, and then turns roughly to the stairs, elbowing past Beth as he does so. You stare at her, holding her eyes while he clatters down them and then the door slams behind him.

"Go to bed." You tell her quietly. "I'll put Liz back to sleep."

She nods wearily, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as she passes.

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"What was that about?" You ask as you close the door behind you. Lizzie had gone to bed without a fuss, practically back asleep before her head hit the pillow.

"Mark being a dick." She replies, her back to you as she lies on the bed, probably glaring at the wall.

"Well that's nothing new, babe." You tell her, earning a light chuckle as you lie down behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist. She rolls onto her back to look at you.

"He turned up to the house with one of the lawyers from the trail today." She explains, and you hold your breath. "Says he wants to open a civil case or something. Another messy trail to try get Joe Miller in jail again."

"Do you want that?"

"No!" She says exasperatedly. "I know it's impossible. Me and Chlo have finally healed from it - as much as we're going to - yet he just keeps kicking at it and digging things up, scratching at it like a scab. I went and told him that by the harbour this afternoon after he pulled that stunt, and he won't take no for an answer. He's only thinking for himself and not the other three people in his family."

"I think he just wants closure."

"We got closure," She replies firmly. "'Not guilty.' And then we stuck him in a taxi to Sheffield."

"He doesn't see it like that though, does he? He's always going to feel guilty for hitting Dan. He's always going to want more."

"Do you not think I feel guilty?" She asks, tears stinging her eyes and suddenly she looks so, so small. "I wish I'd checked on him that night. I wish I'd went through his phone, just once, maybe I could have spotted-"

"I know darling," You whisper comfortingly, trying to stop her from going into a spiral you'd seen her fall down countless times. Pressing a brief kiss to her lips, she softens beneath you. "We're not going to let him drag it up again, okay? If you think it'll do more damage than good, then we'll be no part in it. I'll see to that."

She nods, although you can see a slight uncertainty in her hazel eyes. You know Danny was always a sore spot for her - it had taken months for her to properly start talking about it when you'd first started dating, and even now, occasionally she justs completely closes up. You wondered if that was what she was doing now. Did she truly believe they'd never get justice, or was she just scared of the pain that would come with it?

"It's tomorrow's problem, yeah?"

"Yeah." She agrees. Sleep tonight, worry tomorrow.

Then there's three taps at the door.

"Mummy? Y/N?" She says your name a little sloppily - she can't pronouce it properly yet. Beth jumps up.

"Hiya darling." Beth coos, picking her up when the toddler pushes open the door.

"Where's Dad? Why did he leave?" She asks both of you as Beth sits down on the bed next to where you're lying and crosses her legs, Lizzie in her lap. You reach up a hand and Lizzie grabs onto it, grinning down at you with gapped teeth.

"Dad was just dropping by." You tell her kindly.

"Why did you shout at him, Mum?"

Beth sighs.

"Do you remember Chloe telling you about Danny, darling?" She asks.

"Yeah."

"Well Dad keeps bringing him up, and I don't want to talk about him. Neither does Chloe or Y/N."

"Then I don't want to either." She huffs, folding her arms. She looks so much like her mum and you snort a laugh.

"Good girl." Beth says smiles, her eyes sparkling. "Do you want to sleep here tonight? I'm sorry you had to hear all that between me and daddy."

She nods, shuffling off of Beth's lap and slotting in between you two easily. Beth lies down, wrapping an arm around you both and tugging the covers up.

"Goodnight. I love you." You tell her and she presses a kiss to your cheek.

"I love you."

You half wonder if she'll actually sleep.

Taglist: @truthbehindthemysteries @queerconfusionthings @xenteaart @actuallyanita @ateliefloresdaprimavera @persephonehemingway @fabulous-jj-style @anteroom-of-death

#13th doctor #jodie whittaker #beth latimer #beth latimer x reader #doctor who #broadchurch #alec hardy #ellie miller #reader insert #13th doctor x reader #jodie whittaker x reader #series 12

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avengerswriter4eva · 3 years ago

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15. Assignments

We didn't have a lot of time after the mission to celebrate a job well done. Wanda kissed me after asking to see my face instead of AV's, and I still felt like I was floating. Truth be told, I was – the quinjet took off as soon as everybody got back, their various missions complete. About an hour after takeoff, however, Tony came up to me and squeezed into the seat on my left side. Wanda was asleep on my right shoulder, her fingers still intwined with mine as she slept. I smiled at the witch as she slept sweetly before turning my attention towards Tony, trying to avoid eye contact with Natalie who was shooting daggers in our direction. "Good job not dying today, kid," the older man smirked at me. I decided to take the compliment, it was probably as good as it was going to get from someone like Stark.

"Well thank you, Tin Man. I appreciate it." Tony grinned and rolled his eyes.

"Iron...it's Iron...nevermind, not important. I've got a mission for you and you're leaving as soon as we get back." I blinked at him. Nothing like all work and no play.

"Really, just me?" I grinned. The smile suddenly became much less pronounced when Tony completed his information.

"No, not just you, newbie. You're going with one of our best. Natasha." I raised my eyebrows.

"Tony!" I hissed at him. "Come on, man – you can't do this to me." I wanted to punch the self-satisfied smirk right off of his face, but knowing my luck I would hit the edge of his helmet instead and probably break my hand. Tony shrugged.

"What can I say? It's nothing personal." I huffed and folded my free hand arm across my chest. The other one was still being held captive by a sleeping witch that I didn't particularly feel like waking up.

"It kind of feels personal," I muttered under my breath. Tony had ears like a bat, though.

"Ok, kid. Let's think about this." I rolled my eyes and geared up for his planned hero speech. "You are, without hesitation – one of the best martial artists that shield has produced. He leaned forward so he could whisper in my ear "and you turn into a spooky white, inky, rage monster that can literally rip people limb from limb." I had to give him that one – he wasn't, technically speaking, wrong. "Natasha is a weapon all on her own – she was trained for distance and close-combat fighting. We need both of your skills to get in and get out without making a scene." I glanced across the cabin at Natalie, who was currently occupying the co-pilot's seat. Clint was sleeping in the pilot's. I hated to admit it, but she could fly. I exhaled slowly. Truth be told, there really didn't seem to be a lot that the woman couldn't do. Tony moved from my side as Wanda began stirring against my shoulder. "I'm going to go let the woman know," he chuckled, glancing back at me. "I expect she'll take it just about as well as you did." Tony went and stood beside Natalie, and I tried not to pay attention as the two whisper-shouted at each other. I smirked as Natalie switched to Russian.

"фигня, Stark. ни хрена." I smirked. Her range had increased since the last time she was speaking to me that way. At least I wasn't fielding the outrage currently. I sighed again. That was most likely short-lived before all of her hyper focus was once more fixated on me.

"What was all that about?" Wanda asked sleepily as she readjusted her head on my shoulder, squeezing my fingers lightly. I smiled down at her.

"Tony is sending me on a mission with Natal...Natasha when we get back to the compound." Wanda pulled away from my shoulder as she looked up at me, her green eyes wide with worry.

"Are you okay? Small team missions are a lot more intense, and if you're not ready, I can..." I smiled and kissed the top of her head reassuringly.

"It's going to be fine," I smiled. She grabbed my hand and pulled it around her shoulders so she could snuggle into my chest.

"You're warm," she mumbled as she nuzzled against my chest. I ran my fingers lightly through her hair, trying to lull her back to sleep. I glanced up as Tony and Natalie switched places, the redhead approaching the rear of the jet, sitting across from me expectantly. She glanced at Wanda, watching carefully until she was satisfied the other woman was asleep.

"Are you okay with this Brock?" She asked me, a snarky tone evident in her voice. I glanced at her properly for the first time in a while. She had worry lines on her forehead, and I was no longer entirely convinced that she was inquiring after my competence. It almost sounded like she was concerned with me.

"I can hold my own, Natalie." She scoffed and looked off towards the cockpit again.

"I'm not worried about that." I stared at her, unsure of what she was referring to.

"What then?" My answer was far sharper and more pointed than I had intended originally, and Natalie withdrew a little bit internally even if physically she didn't move a muscle.

"I just need to know you have my back." My eyes opened wide, and I blinked at her for a few moments before I trusted myself to speak in anything but a scream of outrage.

"I always had your back, Natasha." I spat her name at her like it was poisonous. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared back, refusing to break contact first. "Turns out, I just didn't know whose back I had." I watched as she shook her head.

"Forget about it." She got up, moving towards the rear of the jet where she settled into a comfortable position and pulled out her ipod, inserting the pods in her ears and effectively tuning out the world around her as she stared off into space. I settled back in my seat trying to get as comfortable as possible for the duration of the flight. I wasn't sure where we were headed, or what we were going to be doing exactly, so I wanted to rest up when I knew I had the opportunity. Something told me that I wouldn't be getting a lot of rest for the next couple of days – mentally or physically, let alone emotionally. I allowed my thoughts to drift off as I closed my eyes, pulling Wanda closer as I drifted off to an uneasy, dreamless, sleep.

#avengers #black widow #female reader #marvel mcu #marvel #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #tony stark #parker brock

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my-darling-has-forgotten-me · 5 years ago

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Oof... I'd feel for anyone in that situation. Thanks for the ask, and thank you for the compliment! I appreciate the support ❤️

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I got inspiration for this off 'Say I Love You'

"Kou! I heard your new song! It's so good!"

"Aw really?! Thanks for the support!"

"Yeah! We heard it too! You're as awesome as always!", Gushed a group of his fangirls.

"Oh! Y/N, you can go on ahea-"

But as always, I going to class before him. Automatically walking ahead of him. It's like this everyday, he gets crowded and I'm told to go. It's so annoying....

I walk ahead and saw Ruki, he looked at me and approached me. "Where's Kou? You've been going to class on your own a lot lately", he asked as stern as ever. "He's... Busy", I said, looking behind me seeing Kou laughing and smiling at his little harem.

"So it's like that? I don't like his neglect to you much either but I suppose it's his duty as an idol to entertain his fans", deadpanned Ruki, looking at the scene also. "N-no... I find his actions reasonable, besides it's not like I'm jealous or anything..."

Ruki softened his normally stoic face. "Would you like me to talk to him later? He's your Adam, he shouldn't treat you like this", he said

"No need...", I muttered and walked away. I heard fangirls muttering and whispering about me.

"Ugh... Look at that stuck-up bitch..."

"I know, she's such a whore"

I'm not...

"She only talks to Kou whenever she wants something... She's a slutty gold digger"

Stop it...

"She completely neglects him at school, seriously I bet she forces him to sleep with her"

I don't...

"Kou could do way better than Y/N..."

I know...

I put my earphones and I keep walking to class, once I get there, I see more fangirls. Stupid bitches...

I pull out my phone and I feel a pull on my right ear.

"Hey Masokitty! Wassup?", He said cheerfully. I say nothing, I feel Kou's fangirls glaring daggers at me. "Ehhh? You changed your screensaver?! Whhhyyyy? We looked so cute together in that photo!" He whined.

"So? Am I not allowed to change my background photo? And must you be so... Over the top?", I deadpanned, I only get into trouble when Kou gives me attention in public.

"Take it easy, I was just asking... Anyway, what're you listening to?", Kou said placing the earphone into his ear.

"Hey!"

"Huh...? Everybody Wants To Rule The World again?", He asked.

"Loser...", One of the girls uttered.

"You seem off today? You doin alright?", He asked in a worried voice.

"Nothing, I just didn't get much sleep last night!"

"Maybe because I didn't let you sleep last night?~ I'm sorry! You know how I get when I'm needy~", he said putting his arm around my waist.

Jesus Christ! No need to bring it up infront if people you dumbass! I felt more glares of horror and burning hatred being stabbed into me.

"Y/N, you listen to a song on loop when you're upset, are you sure it's okay?"

"Geez, I'm on my period okay!", I hissed... God, why can't he just leave me alone in school?

"it actually ended last-"

"Can you shut the fuck up for five seconds?!"

Everyone looked at me... Kou just glared at me, well, I'm in for it tonight.

I walked into class and I just tried to forget... everything. Why did I have to say that?!

I quickly leave the class after the bell rang and I headed straight for the girls bathroom hastily. I lock myself in a stall and went on my phone, again.

"Kou would look sooo good with Megumi right?", A feminine voice sighed.

"Doesn't he already have a girlfriend? It's that Y/N girl right?"

"I hate that bitch, she told him to shut the fuck up today, the audacity"

"Seriously?- Oh hey Megumi!"

Who's Megumi? I heard she's some really famous model/idol. I listen in on their conversation.

"Hey guys! What's up?", She said enthusiastically.

"Did you hear what Y/N said to Kou today?"

"Hm? Yeah I heard about it... Poor Kou, he must feel so abused by her. Also I asked him if he wanted to do a photoshoot with me and he said yes!"

My heart sank at her words... He really said that he'd do it with her? I get an Instagram notification that Kou updated his story, I went on and it read: Doing a photoshoot with Megumi! I'm so excited! I'll put pictures on later!

I turned my phone off in defeat. I'll stay with him for the plan... Not because I'm in love with him. I'm sick of the shit he does at this point. I wait for the girls to leave, which didn't take long so I left the stall and went to wash my hands. "Hey you stupid bitch!", A voice screamed at me. I ignored it. "DONT FUCKING ANNOY ME BITCH!".

I looked at her and I felt a strong impact on my face and I felt something run down my face. I looked in the mirror and blood was spilling down. The girl and her friends took turns hitting me and they left after 5 painful minutes.

I hate this...

I walk out to the nurse's office and grabbed a large plaster for my face and walked out. Why can't this day just end? I wanna go back and go to bed.

"Masokitty...?"

"Yeah... What's up?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I..."

I saw the group of girls snickering at me.

"I fell..."

"Is that right?", He said getting serious. The way he was looking at me made me wanna crawl under a rock and die. School was over before I knew it and the car ride was silent, a very awkward silence.

"I wanna talk when we get back Masokitty... I'm not very happy on how you were acting today, it was sooo embarrassing"

Yuma pursed his lips and widened his eyes, knowing that some major tea is going to go down.

"I'm sorry for being such an embarrassment...", I said shyly, not looking him in the eyes.

Does he honestly think that he'd be the one suffering...?

"I don't think you're an embarrassment Livestock... Kou, you need to think about Eve, her happiness should be your top priority. The plan is almost finished"

"I-it's really fine, it's not like it matters to me whether I'm happy or not...", I deadpan looking out the window.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is your problem today?! You're starting to piss me off!", Yelled Kou.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just...deal with it myself or whatever", I sighed listlessly.

"Eve... isn't...acting...like...her...normal...self...at school... you...tend...to...be....much...happier...at... home....are...you...sure...that... you're... fine....at....school?", Said Azusa, clearly worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Nothing that bad has happened", I said smiling.

"Oh, also I gotta go out later today", said Kou.

"Be back before dinner, what time are you going at?", Asked Ruki. He's such a mom sometimes.

"Uhhh... 12:00 to 15:00. Shouldn't you of all people be curious as to where I'm going Masokitty?", Hissed Kou.

"Not really no, just don't do anything dumb"

Kou ignored you for the rest of the car ride and avoided you for the rest of the night.

It was time for you to go to bed, you just went to your own room because you thought he didn't want you to sleep next to him.

It was 16:00... He should've been home by now... I checked his Instagram and...

He and Megumi made such a good couple... Comments on the post said that they should start dating, they'd make such a great couple.

What is this... Inferiority?

This crushing feeling like I'll never be good enough for Kou...

Do I only love Kou because... He's someone no one else can have? Do I see him as a trophy...?

Does he only see me as a blood bag? Something he can use for his amusement?

I turn off my phone and flop onto my bed, Jesus Christ, I wanted to cry until I eventually drown into my tears.

It feels like Kou's moving away from me... And I hate it.

Ruki POV-

"Explain this Kou", I ordered showing him an image on my phone of his going into some girls apartment. I was beyond annoyed with him for what he did.

Kou was looking at the photo in shock. "You slept with that girl didn't you?! Incase you haven't noticed, you have a girlfriend, who has seen this and questioning her worth to you"

"Ruki! I didn't sleep with her and most importantly, Y/N saw?!", He yelled. "She even said that you and Megumi made a good couple today at lunch"

Kou looked like he was about to cry.

"I knew it was weird, how she was always trying to avoid me at school. I ruined her..."

About time he came to his senses...

"She even told me that she'll stay to fulfill the plan, not for you. The stress of choosing an Adam was hard enough, but the stress of her Adam not loving her is worse"

Kou rushed off finally. Besides, I knew he'd never cheat on her. He loves her too much...

Y/N P.O.V.

I was looking outside my window and I heard running down the hall, Kou burst in with no context and rushed over to me.

I tensed up and closed my eyes, thinking that he'd yell at me but instead, he just stood infront of me helplessly crying like a child. He leant down and embraced me like I was going to disappear in seconds.

"I'm...I'm s-sorry! I was o-only thinking about m-myself!", He cried, I could barely decipher what he was saying yet I had an idea why he was being so apologetic.

Because I saw the picture of him going into Megumi's home and he wants me to keep being in his little harem.

I out one arm around him and keep a listless face, knowing him he's just trying to manipulate me into feeling sorry for him.

"Grow the fuck up, you're just sad because you got exposed and I'm just the most convenient to go and cry to"

He looked at me and started crying even more. "SHUT UP! I LOVE YOU AND I'D CHOOSE YOU OVER MEGUMI- NO ANY MAN OR WOMAN OUT THERE!", he yelled.

"R-Ruki told me that... You think that I no longer care about you or love you... I don't want to be around those girls, they only like me because I'm attractive and famous but you- you've seen me at my worst and most violent, yet you've still stayed with me... Thank you... Thank you so much Y/N, my precious Eve"

I hug him back and I felt like crying, however, there was still a little demon on my shoulder telling me that he was faking it.

"Kou...there's no way that I'd be good enough for someone like you"

His mood swing came and he aggressively grabbed my shoulders. "How the hell can you say that?! Jesus Christ, you're the most precious thing to me! I'd sacrifice my career for you in a heartbeat!"

I'm getting mixed feelings here, he says he loves me but he sounds like he's gonna strangle me any second. Why couldn't Yui be an option? She can be my Lilith but that's not the point.

"Stop lying to me...", I whisper, holding onto him tighter.

"I'm not... You know how much I hate lies"

"Stop lying..."

"I'm not", he said softly holding onto me.

I start crying quietly, feeling a lot better that Kou gave me the verification that I so desperately wanted to hear, yet there was still some lingering doubt.

We skipped school to hangout and to do other stuff.

Timeskip~ Monday

"Kou! You looked so handsome in that photoshoot!"

"Thanks! But I don't have time to talk today because I need to focus on my special lady", he said politely.

"It's been awhile since we both went to class together", I said. I was in much better spirits because he was with me.

I guess being around with Kou in public isn't that bad.

IDGAF if I made mistakes, just deal with it because I'm too lazy...

#diabolik lovers #yuis pantsu #kou #mukami #scenario #tw bullying #bruh

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stanbillyhargrove · 5 years ago

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Ghosts chp 12

Billy x Katrina

A/N: this is a multi chapter series that will contain smut, angst, fluff, substance abuse

Billy's POV

We were in a dark room in the triplet's basement, a large circle of crystals, flowers and herbs to one side with Katrina in the middle of it. Stacks of candles cast a flickering orange glow through the through the room. It was almost romantic.

Except Katrina was standing frozen in the circle, arms hanging limply by her sides when she had been talking just moments before. Audrey held her hands up, motioning for us all to stay quiet while we waited. After too many tense seconds, Katrina's eyes fluttered open again and a bright smile crossed her face.

"Are you Olivia?" Audrey asked, lowering her arms a little.

She turned to look at Audrey, the voice that came out was a mix of Katrina's and one a little wispier, "yes, my dear."

My knees buckled when I tried to step closer and I stumbled into the circle to be caught by Katrina.

"Careful," she murmured, her hands sliding up and down my arms gently.

I gulped, my mouth suddenly going dry.

"Come on," Audrey whispered to the others, "let's give them some time."

She ushered Steve and her sisters out of the room, giving me a small smile and a nod when she passed me and then I was alone with her.

My mom.

She looked a little confused when she cupped my face in her hand, "so handsome," she whispered, gently stroking my cheek, "just like my baby would have been."

I choked, feeling a punch to my gut, heart breaking all over again, "Don't you remember?"

Her eyebrows scrunched together for a moment when she closed her eyes and gave her head a little shake. When she opened her eyes again they were glassy with tears.

"Oh, baby. My Billy," she murmured, her voice hitching a little, "you're all grown up."

My face crumpled a little, tears spilling down my cheeks, "m-mom.."

"Sweet boy," she soothed, pulling me down and wrapping her arms around me, "it's okay baby, I'm here."

I buried my face in her shoulder, my hands twisting tight in her shirt as I sobbed and choked out, "momma.."

A soft hand ran through my hair as she shushed me. She held onto me, quietly soothing me as I let out twenty years of hurt and heart ache.

"I-I'm sorry," I choked, "I'm so sorry, mom."

"Oh sweetheart, don't apologize. It wasn't your fault, not once. You were perfect."

"I...I wasn't...I'm not.."

She pulled my face out of her shoulder to look at me, "you were, baby, you are."

I looked down, "I'm not...I hurt people, mom...I was so angry. I hated everyone...I hated you for leaving me. Leaving me with him."

Her thumb stroked my cheek, a sad smile on her face, "I know, baby. And that's okay, it's okay to be angry with me. I shouldn't have left you with him, I understand."

"But, I don't hate you, I don't. I just missed you so much and he got so, so much worse after you...and...I'm scared, mom."

"Scared of what, baby?"

"Of him. Of filling up with hate and anger and ending up just like him. That he's in me and I can't escape it."

She hummed, "that'll never happen, you know why?"

"Why?" I sniffed.

"You're too much like me," she smiled, "your heart is good, you won't let yourself be like him."

I smiled at her, feeling warmth spread through my chest.

"I love you, mom," I murmured.

"I love you too, baby," she cooed, pulling me forward to press a gentle kiss to my forehead before collapsing in my arms.

I rushed to catch her, slowly lowering her to the ground, "oh fuck, hey! Mom? Katrina?"

Nothing. No noise, no movement, she was completely limp like a doll.

"Help!" I yelled, "guys!"

They came running back into the room, led by Audrey asking, "what, what happened?"

"She just collapsed!"

"Get out of the circle, Billy, now."

I scrambled out of the circle, kneeling next to it to look at my girlfriend sprawled out on the floor. She had started to twitch, her eyes moving rapidly behind her eyelids and her breathing quick and shallow.

"Katrina?"

Steve swallowed thickly, "what's going on?"

Audrey shook her head, "I-I don't know."

Riley stared at Katrina's collapsed frame, mouth agape as she held Brooke's hand tightly.

"Something went wrong," Brooke murmured.

"Fucking obviously!" I shouted.

"Hey!" Audrey shouted back, "we warned you something could happen!"

She glared back at me, daring me to challenge her again.

I growled, returning my focus to Katrina, "Babe? Hey, you with us?"

Her eyebrows twitched, knitting together as a groan left her lips. I inched closer to her, stretching my hand into the circle to cup her face and swipe my thumb across her cheek.

"Katrina?" I leaned in close to her, "Katrina?"

"Yesss," she hissed out, her voice coming out broken, wrong.

I glanced back at Steve and the girls, horror plain on their faces and turned back to see Katrina opening her eyes.

"Katrina?"

"Guess again."

I scrambled back, putting some distance between us as she slowly sat up, her head cocked to the side.

Audrey was the first to step forward, her face steely and fierce as she put herself between Katrina and her sisters.

"Who are you?"

Katrina's head jerked to look at Audrey and I saw the muscle jump in Audrey's jaw. Suddenly Katrina was up and throwing herself forward only to hit the edge of the circle and be thrown back to the floor, groaning. Steve and I immediately moved towards her only to be stopped by Brooke and Riley.

"You boys should leave," Brooke murmured, her small hand firm on my shoulder.

Steve made a noise in protest but was silenced by Riley.

"She's right. Go get some rest, we'll sort this out."

I hesitated but one look at Audrey's face and the barely hidden fear in her eyes had me grabbing Steve and retreating back upstairs.

It was hours later when Audrey, Brooke and Riley made their way upstairs. Steve and I were sitting at the island in the kitchen, cups of now cold, untouched tea sitting in front of us. Riley crossed the kitchen hurriedly to find comfort in Steve's arms. He tucked her under his chin, slid his hand up and down her back and looked over at Brooke and Audrey with an eyebrow raised.

"Where is she?" I asked.

Brooke sagged against the counter, "downstairs. We think she'll be okay in the morning."

"You think?"

Audrey pinched the bridge of her nose and huffed, "yes. We think."

"What happened?" Steve asked.

"Something bad came through when she was channeling your mother. We think we chased it out but we don't know for sure yet."

I stared at her incredulously, "so she's possessed?"

Brooke waved her hand, "maybe."

"And what do we do if she is?" Steve murmured.

Riley sighed, "we don't know."

I cocked an eyebrow at Audrey before she started to explain, "we tried everything that we know. If the spirit isn't gone we'll have to ask around for help."

"Seriously?" I groaned, "how fucking long will that take?"

Audrey glared at me, looking like she was ready to throw punches, "it could take a while. Not many of us deal with possession."

I nodded, sighing heavily as I leaned on the counter, "so we wait until the morning?"

Audrey hummed in affirmation, "we try to get some sleep and see what happens tomorrow."

Steve stood up, picking Riley up as he did so she was tucked against his chest, said a quick goodnight and carried her out of the kitchen. Audrey and I shared a look as they disappeared.

"They got close pretty quick."

She shook her head, "just a crush. When you leave she'll forget about him."

"Maybe," I murmured before I also made my way upstairs to the room that Katrina and I had been sharing.

I shucked off my clothes and climbed into the bed, pulling Katrina's pillow close to me. I could smell the sweet notes of her shampoo in the fabric and buried my face in it for a restless night of sleep.

I came down to the kitchen in the morning to see Steve sitting at the kitchen table with Riley perched on his knee. They were both nursing steaming cups of coffee and gently talking to each other. I cleared my throat, making Riley jump and Steve look up at me.

"Morning," I smirked.

"Morning."

"Audrey awake yet?"

Riley sipped her coffee before answering, "I think so, she hasn't come down yet though. Brooke's awake, just got out of the shower. Oh," she added, pointing at a plate of scones, "I made breakfast."

"When did you have time to do that?"

"I couldn't sleep much," she explained, "got up early and started baking."

I nodded, crossing the kitchen to fix myself a cup of coffee and grab one of the chocolatey pastries. Everything about this felt weird, mundane, like Katrina wasn't locked in the basement against her will.

I was about to take my first sip of coffee when Audrey and Brooke made their way downstairs. Audrey had piled her hair on top of her head in a messy bun and had dark bags under her eyes like she hadn't slept at all last night. She took one look at the near empty coffee pot and groaned.

I lowered my cup from my lips and stretched my arm out towards her, "peace offering? I can wait for a new pot."

She cocked an eyebrow at me but took the cup, stirred in more sugar and sipped, "maybe you're not such an asshole after all."

"Hello? Billy? Steve?" Katrina's small voice broke the silence when we opened the basement door, "anyone?"

"Katrina?" I answered, none of us moving from the door yet, "are you okay?"

She let out a watery laugh, "aside from being locked in a fucking basement."

Audrey slowly led us down into the basement and to the door of Katrina's room, "do you remember last night, Katrina?"

"Yeah, well...I remember letting Olivia in and then waking up here, alone."

I stepped forward to grab the door handle only to have Audrey grab my wrist. She looked over to meet my gaze, her face set and clenched.

"Audrey," I started.

"What if she's not her?" She argued.

"We won't know until we know," Brooke spoke softly, trying to reason with Audrey, "but we can't keep her locked up."

We were all quiet for a moment, waiting for Audrey to move.

"Please," Katrina's voice hitched, like she was about to break, "please don't leave me here."

Audrey huffed and removed her hand from my arm, "fine. But someone needs to be with her at all times until we know."

I nodded and unlocked the door to push it open, revealing Katrina sitting on a bed that looked unslept in. She looked up at us, her face swollen and splotchy from crying and unfolded herself to run into my arms, choking on a sob as she buried her face in my chest. I looked around at everyone as I held her and squeezed tightly when Audrey mouthed 'at all times' at me.

@charmed-asylum @champagnesugamama @alias-b

#billy hargrove #stranger things #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #fanfic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #billy hargrove fic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington #billy hargrove fluff

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afoxysunny · 2 years ago

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Alright. sorry. but i can't help myself, i gotta write about smol child sea three now

It hadn't been that long, just over three days. Uma knows that for sure because the sun had only set and risen again thrice while she was in the water and was right now starting to sink over the water once more.

Or was it? It was hard to say off the top of her head because not a lot had happened around her yet the amount of thoughts she went through should've taken up far more time.

It was strange, strange enough that she needs to recount.

It's not even noon when Ursula snaps at Uma for always being too nosy about things that are none of ger business. The first words she addressed to her that day despite Uma trying to ask her the same question about that old shell necklace for the third time now. In her frustration she yells about jumping into the shark filled bay until her mom would come get her.

Despite people being shocked someone jumped into the water nobody feels inclined to do anything about it.

Before the sky turns orange Gil and Harry find her pouting in the bay. She had been swimking for a while without seeing a single shark.

Night falls. That's half a day. Her friends stay on the pier to keep her company. They take turns sleeping so one is alway awake with Uma. With most adults doing business at night it's really quiet otherwise.

Sunrise. That's night one.

Having gotten curious about her being in the water for so long she now has to explain to her friends why she's doing this. Eventually her mom will come to pick her up. She'll explain why she thinks Uma isn't worthy of having that shell necklace and what it even does. She'll see Uma swimming like a champ and decidedly not being eaten by sharks which will totally impress her. Definitely. That's what will happen. Stop doubting her.

The sun is setting again. That's a day and a half. Ready for another exhausting night in the water, don't you understand going back to shore to sleep is cheating? She can do it, she already beat what any ordinary human could do so shut up. The last ray of orange light disappears. But the water is only black for a second before she's bathed in bright cyan light making the bay glow and tge water clear like a beautiful tropical lagoon. Once the light fades swimming is so much easier. As if it's taking no effort at all anymore. The water is pitch black now. Her friends are staring at her with confusion in their eyes and bated breath in their lungs. Before she can ask them about it though she catches sight of a tentacle next to her and instinctively flinches away from it. Then, nothing moves. Deep down she understands what it was but for now she chooses to stay in denial a little longer. Until her eyes properly adjust to the darkness and she can no longer deny it.

Morning breaks. That's the second night. And now in fresh light there's no way around acknowledging it: she turned into an octopus mermaid. But now, not shrouded in black anymore, it doesn't look so much like her mom's half. She's cyan and blue and she's bright and beautiful. Gil and Harry are also cheering now that Uma's reaction is confirmed positive. They honestly think it's wicked!

Not too long after that they hear stomping and shouting abd Gil looks like when he just understood one of Uma's explanations for him. His dad is here to get him. Berating him how stupid he must be to forget to bring him breakfast two days in a row, shouting about how he's dumb enough to not even realize time has passed. Gil just follows Gaston home, when he turns to wave at them he doesn't look too bothered by his dad's shouting, mostly confused.

Harry and Uma spend most of the day bad mouthing Gaston. It helps her a little but she's actually pretty mad at him, she always is when someone hurts her friends. She's even a little mad at her own mom. Who still hasn't come to get her.

In the evening their hangout gets interrupted again. This time it's more of a hiss than a yell, but very clearly Harry's name. Before they even turn in that direction a hook catches Harry's shirt and pulls him to his feet. Though he reacted insanely fast he still got a scratch on his cheek now. The captain, as he insists to be called even by his son, isn't so keen on words and instead just drags Harry away from the pier. He's still smiling, probably to reassure Uma that he'll be fine.

The sun sets on a lonely night now. Two and a half days now. The first night in the water with nobody to talk to. She dives under water. Even the sharks are ignoring her. Could her mom be doing that? No. That'd mean she'd actually waste a thought on her daugther for once. One of her tentacles whips through the water, but keeping anger burning while all alone in silence is difficult. Maybe it's not that bad that her mom is ignoring her? Sure, one can say it sucks that she apparently isn't coming to find her but also it means she doesn't have to fear something like Gil and Harry have to deal with happening to her. Maybe this was better? Does that mean her mom is actually being nice... ? That thought makes her face scrunch up in distaste. That at least was a clear answer to her. Would her mom care if she never returned home? Would that maybe even make her happy? She is always annoyed with Uma there. Maybe she should eventually go back out of spite then? Her thoughts keep swirling, fast enough that she can't even fully form some of them before the next one. How long had she been under water now? She never went back up to breath again, and apparently doesn't need to either. Interesting. Maybe diving around a little will distract her.

She surfaces again when she can't ignore the light filling the bay anymore. It's definitely not morning anymore. That's three nights.

Not long after Harry and Gil come back around the same time. Neither is surprised that Uma is still in the water. They chat a bit, catching each other up on what happened between their meetings. Nobody talks a lot about that though. The boys do start asking about her next course of action. She sighs. They're right. They didn't say it but she still got what they meant. Waiting here won't do anything. Ursula isn't looking for her. Unless she needs someone to cover an extra shift at the restaurant that is. It's sad to admit it.

It's noon now. The decision is made. She was in the water long enough. That's three whole days. Almost exactly three days.

Her tentacles dissappeared basically immediately once she was out of the water and needed actual feet again in order to walk the steps up to the pier. If it wasn't for the boys' baffled expressions one could almost assume her body had never changed. Almost. For about a second. Then her legs give in. Luckily Harry and Gil insisted on helping her out of the water so now they could catch her.

They look at each other, all equally confused. Uma tried to straighten up and take another step but it happened again. Something was wrong. She could tell Harry was getting increasingly worried by the second. Gil would take a little longer to understand so he for now was just really uncertain of how to react.

Uma was quiet. It wasn't wrong, just strange. She wasn't in pain at all. She tried some small moves and everything in her legs moved just fine, if a little slow. All that really wasn't working was her ability to hold herself up. Was she just missing the strength? Maybe not having legs for a few days made them too weak? Yes, for sure it was just that. Out of water her weight must've been just way too different for her body to immediately carry itself again. Probably her brain just needed time to fully connect to her human legs again. She didn't feel different after all, so nothing big could've changed. Her legs were probably just an extra stage of asleep.

The fact that Uma was so calm about the whole thing was definitely helping to keep the boys calm as well. She explained her train of thought and their demeanor immediately changed. The boys looked at each other, now filled with determination. They couldn't always be around to carry Uma like this so they just needed to get her something else to lean on. Until her legs play along again, obviously.

Luckily Gil was already quite a bit taller than them and surprisingly strong so he had no trouble supporting Uma the stairs upwards on his own while Harry ran off to look for something that could help. When he returned with a large enough piece of driftwood, that and Harry himself were enough to keep Uma standing while Gil ran off to look for something similar.

Eventually they got into a groove. Uma was now basically walking on her own with an oar under one arm and a chunk of driftwood under the other. Harry kept bringing new pieces of wood, holding them up to Uma's body for measuring, switching it with the obe she held if it fit better and/or giving the rest of it to Gil to carry. Like this they collected so many things, easily enough to make some wicked crutches for her once they got to their cove.

My Headcanon for Uma!

OK listen, I just really like the idea of having consequences to your magic. And turning your bottom half into a giant octopus for an extended period of time probably isn’t the best for your spine/legs.

Maybe at some point she could even get a wheelchair from Auradon, for especially bad days!

#Descendants #Fanfic i guess #I had to write something #Hope it's not in the way #Also really hope the read more thingy works on mobile #Wrote all of this in three sittings as in three bus rides so it is most likely really whack #Also i tried proof reading it but that's really hard for me #I still really hope you enjoy it #And don't mind me adding this to your amazing art

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my-mystic-messenger · 8 years ago

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(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

Ihave to say that I really loved this prompt. At first I was extremelyconfused by it, mainly cause I didn’t know what the heck Heatherswas, but then I googled the song and I stumbled over this animaticversion of it and it was such a great experience OMFG! I watched themovie I’d never heard of (and loved it), I watched the musical I’dnever seen before (and loved it, although the actor for JD wasn’tRyan in the recording, sadly) and listened to all the songs again andagain, singing loudly to almost all of them. If anyone wants tofangirl over Heathers, my door is wide open. Especially to those wholove the fuck out of JD, cause I sure as fuck found a new obsession.

Anyway,I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sexlike in the musical instead of directly translating it with the wholewindow climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire DeadGirl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took meso long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have toapologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’timagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used thisas an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago. Sohere is || PART 2||and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy.Writing smut was hard this time.

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||REQUEST ARE (ALWAYS) OPEN!! ||

♬Zen♬

He’d called you about amillion times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not ananswer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him knowthat you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective tobegin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’ddramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel hisworries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he likedto remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourselfshot or otherwise harmed. Not to mention that you alwaysrefused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it.How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains twobullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meantthe only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lotof things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to healthan he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor,who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care ofyours.

Then again, it wasn’t likeyou having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing tohim. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrongwith out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growingincreasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. Hecouldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving areply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’dfind you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, thoughreluctantly and fitful.

♬

“Zen, wake up”, youwhispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitiveskin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on hisnape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see theimmediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms aroundhim from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V ofhis hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxerbriefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’sattention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrappedaround his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the longmember into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, afact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. Hisrefractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sexagain and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, onlyever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’tlied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around,however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt theprecome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand,trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails intohis pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top ofhim. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. Youcould tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencinghim by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against hiserection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided Imust ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been halfasleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free hiscock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wideeyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties andsank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splittingyou up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside ofyou until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls.You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the suddenintrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be incontrol for once, the fact that he was naked while you were stillfully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first yourmovements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sightbefore you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted andshiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made yourblood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then,resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skinmomentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested yourhands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelledhigher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played withyour nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was thenthat you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands.You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point homeyou dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, beforestarting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him topleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, hebegged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze,licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly.Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock untilmerely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t moveright away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. Youtook mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, yourmovements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed,practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip youover multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen untileventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousalshining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almostpunishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girthspreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again andagain. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted tofeel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growingcloser, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode yourlover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyesshut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidlyapproached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The soundscoming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls andwhine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffectedeither, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you,announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come insideof me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”You’d neverdone it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thingeither of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You wereabout to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couplemore strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out yourlovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection.Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as heburied himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed.Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to theother, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, thisscreams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked,snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand,fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette.Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at youproperly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’tmeet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worryabout me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl stillwalking.”

★Yoosung★

Once you’d admitted toyour special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosungto go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantlyreminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut himup like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it –the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy –pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t evenaverted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in histhoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.Heblushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along.Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more.Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it didbefore. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with yourfriends or having to stay late for work…all he could think aboutwas whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’tthe things that bothered him the most, though. What really got toYoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?When hecame home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries andlaid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared atthe ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal personwould, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about yournewest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact,on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the nextstory. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated himto. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined youeventually.

★

When you got home,slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found yourhusband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away atthe adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with somuch hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about himwas innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted awaywhen greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however,things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else tocheer you up.

You made your way to thecouch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have feltguilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled beforethe couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants,feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. Asomewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyesfluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, untilhe finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantlyjumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

Hisface heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with apillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at howdevastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I wantto”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist,tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away toremove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feelinghim up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dickunder your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

Youmade a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time totease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap.Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his anklesyou’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungseyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of hiscock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of hiscock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always madehim mewl when licked and sucked at.

GettingYoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things foryou. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tonguearound it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch beforereleasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only thendid you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower untilthey were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merelysuck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrationsup his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

Afterthat it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second hishead hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Beingcompletely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took forhim to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowedevery last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lipsclean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoythe buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had otherplans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Geton all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Sucha good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressinghim. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencilskirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at yourfolds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kissthis dead girl walking!”He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for betterleverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming itsway into your core.

Youclosed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, hisnose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started togrind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking fullcontrol over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only oneenjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex andhis cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his headtighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re sucha good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

Youwatched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-comegathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off onthis as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and youripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices werecovering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so sayanything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His firstinstinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thoughthe was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“Idon’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name andmove to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. Hesucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave sohere’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hoursgettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically ridinghis tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that youhad any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really yourlast night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you wouldspend it sleeping.

Hisskilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub whensuddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion camewithout warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to themix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all theright places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasureoverwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. Helicked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily.The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.

♨Jaehee♨

From the moment Nam hadappeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Notonly for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think hewould leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or lesspermanently out of prison his first order would be to collect whatwas his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughtsfrom Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If youwere willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day,he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to goabout your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care ofthe café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed.Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy tothe point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knewJaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answerthem, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her tobe prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card inyour mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had beenthe one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the doubledragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk,about who your father was before his early death, how he’d marriedyou off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups intoone, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained thatthe double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you weretechnically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning.He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.

♨

Thetwo of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling andfuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clearby almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and youweren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the lifeyou’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedulenow. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began toworry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder forher, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaeheelistened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and youhad actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown uptogether, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated withyou, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreedto marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’ddesired and because you knew it would make your father happy.However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised toprotect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Yourgirlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she wastruly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerousworld and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was noguarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still asinnocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, sheconsidered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protectyou. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, shewas certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and thatthought killed her.

Thefollowing day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep youat home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadowand called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if heagreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – andJumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreedand send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you foundboth of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying onone of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaeheealmost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutelynothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matterhow little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated youeven more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for gettingthem harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of thecard right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But youwere not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d facehim head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

Whenyou finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about tosay something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss,possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours.She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulledher flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally shesighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together.Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed.Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great thingsfor you.

You took her wrist in yourhand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant atfirst, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when sherealized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed,massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your wayup from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing featherykisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to notethat the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growingincreasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyesburning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowlypulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When youkissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. Youlicked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingerswhile licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, butmostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibbleor suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourselfthat you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteenminutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her secondorgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you weredoing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go,you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied,grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forgether question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced byone, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out ofher. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the mostbeautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrownback and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks,her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds ofpleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sureto change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up topush Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, butJaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyesas you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when youput a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder thatshe understood.

You decided to scissorJaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something youhadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time forthat though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolledtogether, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. Youreached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck twoof her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitateto pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodiessliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached yourpeak, screaming out your orgasm.

♛Jumin♛

Surprisingly, Juminfinding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’sbiggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into yourrelationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for someabsurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hiddenfrom it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, butapparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed toenjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to theheir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, therewere also quite some business merits to being married to you. Forone, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respectfor the two of you as well as C&R International in general. Itprobably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with successin mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’snetworth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your fatherinto signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety butinvestments.

Everything was fine andthe business was booming until someone attempted to harm your fatherand you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but ifsomeone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared forand loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You hadno problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at theheadquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine andthe person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. Youwere still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else tolet steam off, you turned to Jumin.

♛

When you snuck intoJumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone withsomeone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knewhe’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the walland watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way hismuscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the wayhis voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found hisvoice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak inthe knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventuallyyour patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like hewas planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take theinitiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your wayto where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your armsaround his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chestplayfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow.Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You canfeel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss betweenhis shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilledfingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you buryyour nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks.Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breathhitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composedas ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having itwith Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspectof your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower tounbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease himwith the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breathhe makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious fingerslip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holdingonto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles therecontract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Yourwrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for thebriefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this stillisn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase yourefforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first.You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length beforestarting to pay special attention to the head. You circle itteasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you canfeel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumineventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on hisbottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired yourhusbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came toan end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping ofhis hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coatingyour entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker.You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood onyour tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering thedirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled overyour hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit ofa silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out orany such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have himexplain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the bestthat it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that hehad some very important business to take care of and would call themback later. You were happy to know that said important business wasyou. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kisswhile lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to goon his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get toyour panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs,pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceededto kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thighalready getting you excited for what was to come. By the time hefinally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerkinghim off, having that control over your husband, it always turned youon. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between yourfolds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at hishair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’tbeen much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman beforeyou. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been allover each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’ssoft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was verycategoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking atyour clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes lateryou finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushedinside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’tquite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard againas well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him asyou wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know thedrill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling himcloser by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growledhungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push insideyou.

You mewled at the feelingbut attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walkin, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break thedesk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury himdeeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Juminknew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite thepounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard,hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came youstarted to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Nota bad way to be silenced.

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

The night after he’d foundout about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake formany hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogueall the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someonefrom another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you hadactually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it wouldsoon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failedto fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy andsuch things never sat well with agencies like yours.For along time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you werereally safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such atedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away andabandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it.The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybethat would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead ofjoining another agency for protection, the two of you started yourown? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin wasstill a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the moresuitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar forSaeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursueany other career and this way he would not only have a stable job,but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe andmostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imaginein his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d beensurprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.

☼

When Saeyoung had firstsuggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’dhesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that yourfiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked aboutsome kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar thingsto sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal andprotect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening asecret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger hisbrother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to yoursecond reason; safety. By following through with his plan the levelof danger in which all three of you would move would multiplygravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your formeragency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in thefuture as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of goingdown that path together drew you in. That was until a job wenthorribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well,fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human wouldhave tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you werefacing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific –but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it.You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack andfend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into thebedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving youall sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other thansitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on topof the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaginghis thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your loverslegs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it untilit jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who wasslowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipplesbefore biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stareddown at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinkedrapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising,to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophiliathing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it.Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especiallysurprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face andpulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into yourmouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. Youmelted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment.Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before youpulled off

“No sleep tonight foryou, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up,grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first,still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrappingyour hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Getyour ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!”He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tightwhile thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours.Even through your panties he could feel the wetness.

Neitherof you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed.Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new onessome other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gaspedas the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up anddown the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all theright spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command andSaeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick untilpale skin turned bright red.You gasped with every blow, thesting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between yourlegs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung aswell. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolicgrin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached foryour hair, holding it together and circling it around between hisfingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss fallingfrom your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, allfrustration making way for pleasure.His mouth attacked youneck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tenderskin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as yourneck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then begannibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over yourotherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards ina slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasureseemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re souncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, youpanted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removedhis hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feeljust what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingersinto the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb ashe pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. Youfelt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers,crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much andyet too little at the same time.

You found your peak whenSaeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with hisfree hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts hadbecome harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over yourchest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunttightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well ashe spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed againsthim, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck,I really needed that.”

☀Saeran☀

After the night you’dshared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two ofyou had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there andyou could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’tthat much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for acouple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyounga card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brotherwere still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared tocontact everyone else in fear of endangering them.You did,however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoungsome files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money towhatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that wasstrictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much.Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure likedto have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another.The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was aprivilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one ofthem.

It was about two yearsinto your spree that things began getting tighter. One of yourteam-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistakeand now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a lowprofile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided thatsplitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, andregretted the decision the second the two of you entered your newhotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserableall alone and with no means to contact the other without beingtraced.

☀

Aftertrashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decidedthat enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeranthat sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. Yougot out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knewSaeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in throughthe front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that youwere visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. Soinstead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through thewindow.

WhenSaeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easierthan it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floorwith rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easilymake his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were,climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enoughto wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought moreequipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been arather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whateverthe case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead ofwasting any more of the precious time you had together – comemorning you would have to split up again – you made your way to thebed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gentlycaressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a lightsleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even morewary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and thissituation was no different.

Hiseyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist andtugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into themattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on morethan it should have. Then again you had come to his room with thatparticular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entireprocess up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes beforefrowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “Iwas a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeranhuffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strandsof her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We bothare. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, heasked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You letyour eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it withone hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing torisk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran bysurprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quicklylooked away from you, seemingly ashamed.

Youknow where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened attimes when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious betweenthe two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losingsomething beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaningforward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’renumb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting hisattention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!”You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck,kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeranwas never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it cameto sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things,delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on yourhair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking andbruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Suckingyour bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for itto sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful,then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisinglylow.

When he spoke like thisyou knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind.The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste.You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours,leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about thattomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, nakedbodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid intoyour awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as hesnapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in theprocess.

You pulled him evencloser, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harshthrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting.You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days ashe left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. Youpulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until helet you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth withfervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under thetwo of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprisewith an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. Nosleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty anddripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether formercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over,lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You wokeme for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harshjab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to coveryour mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked youfrom behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for theheadboard for support, gripping it with both hands until yourknuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet youcould feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you,one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitiveclit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, hewhispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace untilyou felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two ofyou came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembledwith ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and satedhuffs.

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