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echos of the sea - chapter five

pairing: bts x reader

status: ongoing

word count: 10.1 k

warnings: depictions of violence, kidnapping, death, family trauma, insecurities, mentions of blood

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the ballroom was a sea of gold and light, a world so breathtakingly extravagant that it almost didn't feel real.

chandeliers hung from the arched ceiling, their countless crystals catching the flickering candlelight and scattering it across the polished marble floors. the walls were lined with towering columns, each one carved with intricate patterns of curling ivy and gilded with delicate accents of gold leaf. rich tapestries depicting ancient battles and victories hung between them, their deep reds and blues adding warmth to the vast space.

music filled the air, sweeping violins, the deep hum of cellos, the playful trill of flutes, melodies blending seamlessly into the hum of conversation and laughter. noblemen in embroidered coats and silk sashes stood in tight clusters, swirling wine in crystal goblets as they spoke in hushed, knowing tones. women glided past in gowns of deep emerald, royal blue, and shimmering silver, their jewels winking in the candlelight, their smiles practiced and poised.

servants moved soundlessly between them, their trays laden with golden goblets of champagne and delicate plates of sugared fruits. the scent of spiced wine, roses, and warm candle wax lingered in the air, thick and intoxicating.

jiah had never seen anything like it.

even in her world, where history's grandest palaces still stood, nothing compared to this.

this wasn't just a party. this was power made manifest. every shimmering gown, every perfectly placed decoration, every delicate note of music had been designed to impress, to remind everyone in attendance exactly who ruled over them.

and jiah was standing right in the middle of it.

she swallowed hard, resisting the urge to shrink back toward the door.

six days.

it had been six days since she woke up in this world. six days since she realized she was trapped inside a story she'd read hundreds of times.

six days of trying to understand who she was supposed to be here, where she fit into this world that wasn't hers.

tonight should have been simple, get the princess ready for the ball and maybe if she got lucky, be allowed to work it for a few hours. or at least that what she was told. tonight however she was here as yiseo's guest, dressed in a borrowed gown, an outsider allowed a glimpse into the world of the elite.

tonight wasn't simple at all.

tonight was the night everything would change.

the pirates were coming.

the plan was already in motion. if they succeeded, in just a few hours the crown princess would be gone, and the kingdom would be thrown into chaos.

and jiah,

what happens to you, jiah?

she bit the inside of her cheek. she had no answers.

the book barely mentioned the palace servants beyond their function. they were nameless, faceless characters. set pieces, not people.

jiah's only role in the book was to be support for yiseo before the story begins, so what happens to her when the story changes?

do i just disappear?

the thought made her stomach lurch.

jiah forced herself to move, to step further into the ballroom, even as the weight in her chest grew heavier.

no one paid her any attention.

of course they didn't.

she didn't belong to this world.

she was a ghost here, invisible and untethered, clinging to a story that didn't belong to her.

and yet, she felt real.

her hands, wrapped in silk gloves, were warm. her heart was beating, pounding against her ribs. she could hear, smell, taste everything around her.

if this isn't real, then why does it feel like it is?

jiah exhaled shakily, pressing a hand to her stomach as she wove between the nobles. she was supposed to be enjoying this, wasn't she?

this was a ball. a once-in-a-lifetime event. a night of music, of elegance, of impossible beauty.

but she felt sick.

because no matter how much she wanted to believe that this was just a dream, that this world wasn't real, she couldn't.

not when she could feel the cold marble beneath her shoes. not when she could hear the clinking of glasses, the rustle of silk, the low murmur of voices.

not when she knew what was coming.

because once yiseo was taken, jiah had no idea what would happen next.

was her part in this story done? would she wake up tomorrow and find herself back home, in her own bed, as if none of this had ever happened?

or would she still be here lost, unimportant, and forgotten?

she didn't know what scared her more.

she caught her reflection in the towering mirrors that lined the ballroom's walls.

the girl staring back at her didn't look like a maid.

the gown yiseo had insisted she wear clung to her frame like it had been made for her, the soft ivory fabric falling in delicate waves to the floor. her dark hair had been partially pinned up, strands carefully curled to frame her face, tiny pearls woven through them. her lips were tinted a soft rose, her lashes darkened just enough to make her eyes stand out.

she looked like one of them.

but she wasn't.

jiah clenched her hands at her sides, the silk of her gloves crinkling slightly.

who are you in this world, jiah?

a ghost. a mistake. a person who wasn't supposed to exist here.

she let out a slow breath, steeling herself.

it didn't matter.

tonight, she just had to pretend.

she had to act as if she belonged, smile when required, dance if asked.

and when the night was over, when the pirates struck, when yiseo was taken—

she would figure out what happened next. tonight she would just be noh jiah. not the servant. not the all knowing reader, just herself.

the ballroom was alive with movement, the very air pulsing with the rhythm of the music and the steady murmur of conversation. jiah wove her way between nobles, careful to keep her steps light, her expression composed.

the courtly dances had begun.

on the ballroom floor, men and women stepped into their formations, their movements synchronized with the orchestra's lively tune. their gowns billowed as they twirled, silk and chiffon catching the golden light. the men, dressed in their finest coats and polished boots, led with perfect precision, their gloved hands poised, their posture effortless.

it was mesmerizing to watch, the seamless elegance, the way their laughter barely disrupted the smoothness of their movements. everything was calculated, every gesture refined.

but beneath the surface, jiah could sense it. this wasn't just a dance. it was politics, a display of power disguised as entertainment. the way a lord's hand lingered a little too long on a lady's waist, the way a noblewoman tilted her head just so when she laughed, it was all part of the game.

jiah felt like an intruder in a world where every step, every glance, every word held meaning she couldn't quite decipher.

she curled her fingers into the folds of her gown, exhaling slowly.

just blend in.

the music swelled, filling the vast room with sweeping violin notes. servers slipped between guests, refilling glasses with spiced wine and offering trays of candied fruits and roasted almonds. chandeliers flickered overhead, casting waves of golden light that shimmered against the polished floors.

jiah tilted her head back slightly, drinking in the sight.

it's beautiful.

the music shifted, its soft crescendo filling the ballroom with a hum of anticipation. the instruments, strings, woodwinds, and brass, rose in gentle harmony, the notes fluttering like the wings of butterflies. the dancers glided across the floor, their movements synchronized in perfect rhythm, but something about the scene felt almost dreamlike to jiah, as if the music itself had a way of distorting time.

she had been trying to keep her thoughts occupied, but the pressure of the evening still weighed heavily on her. everything about this world felt so foreign to her. the opulence, the unspoken expectations, the glimmer of wealth and privilege in every corner. for a fleeting moment, she had almost forgotten why she was here.

a shift in the music, a deepening of the sound, drew her attention. the tempo slowed, the symphony hinting at something grander approaching, and jiah instinctively turned her head toward the source of the change.

at the top of the grand staircase, the air in the ballroom seemed to shift. the orchestra’s melody softened, almost instinctively, as if the music itself was aware of the arrival of someone important. jiah barely noticed the subtle change at first, too caught up in scanning the room, still processing the extravagance around her. but then, a hush swept through the crowd like a slow-moving wave, drawing her attention upward.

her eyes landed on him.

her breath caught. no way.

the man from earlier. the stranger she’d met in the market. the one who had looked at her like she was something more than just another face in the crowd. the one who had made her pause, unsettled her, made her wonder.

he stood at the top of the staircase, framed by the golden glow of the chandeliers, his deep navy coat striking against the opulent backdrop of the ballroom. gold embroidery traced along the lapels, catching the light as he moved. his black hair, effortlessly tousled, softened the sharp angles of his face, but there was no mistaking the authority in his posture, the quiet strength in the way he carried himself.

"prince seokjin of gunseok," the announcer's voice boomed across the ballroom, breaking the thick silence. it was formal, but there was an edge of reverence to it, a weight to his title that seemed to echo in the air.

jiah stared, her mind scrambling to make sense of it. she had known. of course she had known that this ball was meant to introduce the crown prince. but somehow, she hadn’t pieced it together until now. she hadn’t wanted to.

she didn’t want to believe it. but now, hearing the name ring across the ballroom, there was no denying it. her stomach twisted. she should’ve realized earlier. the way people had moved around him in the market, the way he had spoken with that effortless confidence, as if he was used to people listening. of course he was the prince.

it was obvious. painfully obvious.

jiah forced herself to breathe, but her fingers clenched at her sides as she watched him descend. his presence commanded the room in a way that went beyond his title. it wasn’t just the expensive tailoring, the gleaming medals pinned to his chest, or the sheer look of him though, she admitted, he was striking. it was something deeper, something intangible. he had the kind of presence that made people take notice, made them pause mid-conversation just to watch him pass.

the room had been full of nobles, full of men dressed in fine silks and jewels, but none of them had managed to capture the room the way he did. his every step was measured, unhurried, yet deliberate. there was no arrogance in his movements. he didn’t need to be arrogant. he didn’t have to do anything at all. the room simply gravitated toward him.

even jiah, against her better judgment, found herself unable to look away.

her thoughts raced as she tried to reconcile the man she had met in the market with the prince now standing before her. he had seemed almost... normal, back then. A bit guarded, yes, but not unreachable. But this version of him, the prince, felt like someone completely untouchable.

she swallowed, looking around. everyone else in the room was just as transfixed. whispers ran through the crowd, quiet murmurs of admiration and speculation. women straightened their postures, smoothing down their skirts, adjusting their jewelry, hoping to catch his attention. men watched him with a mix of respect and envy.

and seokjin? he barely seemed to notice.

his expression remained unreadable as he descended the last few steps, dark eyes scanning the crowd with careful detachment. jiah couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but she could tell he was used to this. used to the weight of a hundred gazes clinging to him like vines, used to being watched, measured, expected to be something greater than just a man.

for a fleeting moment, his gaze flickered across the ballroom, passing over her. jiah stiffened. it was brief. so quick she might have imagined it, but for that fraction of a second, she felt something sharp and unsettling coil in her chest.

then, just as quickly, it was gone.

she exhaled, turning away, forcing herself to focus on something, anything else. this was ridiculous. it wasn’t as if he even remembered her. why would he? she was just one face in a sea of hundreds.

and yet, something about seeing him again, here, in the center of all this grandeur, made it impossible to ignore. their encounter at the market had been brief, insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but she couldn’t shake the strange sense of recognition that prickled at the back of her mind. maybe it was just because she wasn’t used to this world yet, because everything still felt unreal, like she was watching scenes play out from a story rather than living in them.

and this was a scene, wasn’t it? the moment she had read about so many times, the one that had once made her believe in love, in fate, in the kind of instant connection that could change everything. in whispers of the sea, this was where it all began. the first glance, the breathless tension, the world narrowing down to just two people meant for each other.

jiah held her breath as seokjin moved toward yiseo, the moment stretching out in slow motion, weighted with expectation.

this was it.

when she was younger, she had clung to this scene, rereading it over and over again, letting the words carve themselves into her memory. in whispers of the sea, this moment had been magic. the prince, regal and untouchable, would lay eyes on the princess for the first time, and something between them would shift. an invisible force pulling them together.

she had felt it, even through the pages.

this was the kind of love that had made her heart ache when she was younger, the kind that had made her press the book to her chest late at night, longing for something she didn’t have the words for.

love wasn’t supposed to be logical. it wasn’t supposed to be careful or distant. it was supposed to ignite.

she knew this moment should feel that way now.

seokjin’s steps were slow and deliberate, each movement so precise it seemed choreographed. the music swelled, the entire room seemed to hush just slightly as he approached yiseo, and for a second, jiah felt that same anticipation building in her chest, the way it had all those years ago.

she watched yiseo straighten, watched the way she lifted her chin just a fraction, the way her lips parted slightly—waiting.

waiting for the story to unfold as it should.

but as seokjin reached her, something felt... off.

jiah stiffened, eyes darting between them.

seokjin bowed first. deep, graceful, regal.

yiseo’s response was just as elegant. she curtsied, a practiced movement, the kind that had been rehearsed in front of mirrors and instructors for years.

and then...

nothing.

no spark. no hesitation. no sharp intake of breath.

seokjin straightened, looking down at yiseo with polite detachment, as though she were just another guest at the ball.

jiah frowned.

wait… what?

where was the tension? the moment of recognition? the invisible tether pulling them together?

yiseo must have felt it too, because she tilted her head, lips curling into a carefully measured smile. she said something—jiah couldn’t hear what—but it had the cadence of flirtation, the kind of soft, lilting remark that was supposed to be met with intrigue.

but seokjin’s expression didn’t change.

his response was short. Polite. And then silence.

jiah’s brows furrowed.

what is happening?

this wasn’t how it had gone in the book. in whispers of the sea, seokjin had been captivated by yiseo from the very first glance. the air had crackled between them. the moment had been charged with something beyond words.

but now?

it was just... awkward.

seokjin was unreadable, his face betraying nothing beyond mild courtesy. he wasn’t looking at yiseo like she was the most mesmerizing woman he had ever seen. he wasn’t even looking at her like she was interesting.

he looked, well bored.

yiseo’s fingers twitched at her side. her smile faltered for just a fraction of a second before she recovered, saying something else, voice light, pleasant, trying.

but seokjin only nodded.

the conversation was stilted, lacking warmth, lacking intrigue, lacking anything.

and then, without so much as a lingering glance, seokjin took a step back.

a step back.

jiah sucked in a breath.

seokjin was leaving.

he had made his introductions, exchanged a few words, and now he was ready to move on, as if this meeting was no different from the dozens of other polite exchanges he’d had tonight.

jiah’s heart pounded against her ribs.

no, no, no this isn’t right.

yiseo was supposed to hold his attention. she was supposed to be the woman who shattered his careful composure, the one who made him forget reason and duty and fall headfirst into something bigger than himself.

but instead, she was just... another guest at the ball.

jiah’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress.

seokjin turned slightly, eyes scanning the crowd, already moving past yiseo.

he wasn’t in love. he wasn’t falling.

and the worst part?

he didn’t even look like he wanted to.

yiseo stood frozen for a beat longer, her expression unreadable. but jiah caught the way her fingers curled against the silk of her gown, the way her shoulders stiffened before she exhaled and turned back toward the crowd, face smoothing back into effortless charm.

she was still a princess. she still had a role to play.

but jiah could see it, the flicker of confusion in her eyes.

because this wasn’t right.

jiah could still hear the lingering murmurs in the air, a few hushed whispers questioning what had just happened—or rather, what hadn’t happened. but the moment had already begun to fade, swallowed up by the music and the effortless grace of the court as they carried on, pretending they hadn’t just witnessed something deeply off script.

yiseo was still standing there, poised, unshaken to the untrained eye. but jiah wasn’t fooled. she could see it in the way her fingers curled slightly at her sides, in the way her lashes fluttered just a fraction longer than necessary when she blinked.

jiah wanted to go to her.

she barely knew yiseo, barely understood her in the grand scheme of things, and yet something inside her twisted at the thought of leaving her to stand there alone, to swallow down the reality that the moment she had spent her whole life preparing for had amounted to nothing.

but there was nothing jiah could do.

comforting her now, stepping forward and reaching out, would only draw attention. yiseo was too proud for that. and jiah wasn’t supposed to care.

so she turned away.

and immediately felt it.

a weight, pressing against the back of her neck. a steady, unrelenting gaze.

someone was watching her.

jiah hesitated before following the pull, before turning her head just enough to scan the room, searching,

and then she saw him.

general min.

he was standing in the shadows of a marble column, half-veiled by the dim candlelight, but there was no mistaking him. his uniform was dark and severe, a stark contrast to the gilded excess of the ballroom. he didn’t blend in, but he wasn’t trying to stand out, either. he was simply there, quiet and commanding all at once.

his eyes were the same as she remembered, soft as dusk, yet sharp as steel.

and just like before, they were locked on her.

jiah’s breath hitched slightly, her mind jolting back to hours earlier, to the brief but lingering exchange in the halls.

he had seen her then.

and he was seeing her now.

the halls of the palace were eerily quiet.

jiah’s steps echoed against the polished floors, swallowed quickly by the vastness of the space around her. the flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows along the walls, turning the intricate carvings into something almost alive. she wasn’t sure how long she had been wandering, only that the weight pressing against her chest refused to lift, no matter how many turns she took, no matter how many corridors she passed through.

her pulse was still unsteady from earlier, from the reality of what was about to unfold. she had read whispers of the sea enough times to know what should have happened tonight, how this was the moment seokjin and yiseo’s fates were meant to intertwine, how love was supposed to spark like a flint striking steel the moment their eyes met.

but she wasn’t in the book anymore.

jiah exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down her face. she needed to clear her head.

but then, just as she turned another corner, she stopped short.

someone was there.

standing at the end of the hall, leaning against the stone wall with an air of practiced indifference, was general min.

for a moment, he didn’t acknowledge her, didn’t move, didn’t even seem to care that she had stumbled into his space. his arms were crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the distance, and jiah considered simply backing away before he even noticed her.

but then, without warning, his eyes flickered toward her.

it was piercing. unsettling.

because in that moment, she felt seen in a way she hadn’t since arriving in this world.

his gaze swept over her, not with the leering curiosity of the nobles or the idle amusement she had grown used to, but with something quieter. heavier.

“you look lost,” he remarked, voice low, even.

jiah let out a short, humorless laugh. “you have no idea.”

his eyes didn’t waver. if anything, they softened, just slightly.

he didn’t ask her anything else, didn’t probe, didn’t push. but he didn’t look away, either.

the silence between them stretched, and for once, jiah didn’t feel the need to fill it.

it was brief. fleeting.

but it lingered.

even now, as she stood in the middle of the glittering ballroom, her pulse still unsteady from locking eyes with him across the room she could still feel it.

the ballroom was still alive with movement, laughter, and the low hum of conversation, but she felt like she had been yanked out of its rhythm, standing just outside of it all. the weight of general min’s gaze across the room was impossible to ignore, and for a moment, she was back in the corridor, back in that quiet moment that should’ve meant nothing but didn’t.

it was strange.

general min was someone she should be wary of. he was one of seokjin’s most trusted men, a figure of authority, a general with a reputation carved from both strategy and ruthlessness. he wasn’t known for being cruel, not exactly, but he wasn’t known for kindness, either. he was sharp edges and cold calculation, a man who saw weakness and exploited it before it could become a threat.

and yet…

when he looked at her, she didn’t feel small. she didn’t feel like just another nameless girl plucked from obscurity and thrown into a world that didn’t belong to her.

she felt seen.

the realization unsettled her.

she swallowed, breaking their stare first. it wasn’t like she had a reason to be standing here, locked in some strange, silent exchange with him. she needed to move, to do something, anything, before she started drawing attention.

jiah turned on her heel and slipped deeper into the crowd, letting the swell of bodies swallow her whole.

she walked aimlessly, weaving through clusters of nobles who barely spared her a glance. the scent of expensive perfumes mixed with the faintest traces of wine, the candlelight reflecting off the endless gold and silk that surrounded her. everything was extravagant, almost painfully so, and yet she couldn’t shake the unease settling deep in her bones.

nothing about tonight was playing out the way it should have.

seokjin and yiseo’s meeting had been underwhelming.

there had been no spark, no whispered promises in the space between breaths, no lingering touches or unspoken understanding. in whispers of the sea, this moment had been the moment, the kind that made readers believe in fate, in love at first sight, in two souls recognizing each other even before words were spoken.

but instead, it had been awkward. polite. distant.

yiseo had tried. jiah could see it in the way she tilted her chin, in the carefully placed smiles, in the delicate way she had reached out just slightly as if trying to bridge the gap between them.

but seokjin had given her nothing.

not coldness, not indifference, but nothing.

like he wasn’t even aware that this was supposed to be the start of something.

like he was following a script he had no real investment in.

and maybe that was what unsettled jiah the most.

because if this, one of the most pivotal moments in the book, could go so terribly off course, then what else could change?

what else would?

her grip tightened slightly at her sides as she exhaled, forcing herself to keep moving.

there was no use dwelling on it now. whatever was happening, whatever wasn’t happening, she’d just have to figure it out as it came.

still, the uncertainty gnawed at her.

jiah was so caught up in her own thoughts that she barely noticed when she brushed past another guest.

a hand caught her wrist, firm but not forceful, grounding her before she could pull away.

her breath hitched.

she turned.

and found herself once again staring into the eyes of general min.

his grip was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt of awareness through her all the same.

jiah barely had time to register it, the brief press of fingers against her wrist, before it was gone. fleeting, like a whisper against skin, but enough to make her freeze.

her breath hitched.

the ballroom carried on around them, oblivious. laughter still spun through the air, glasses still clinked in elegant cheers, and yet, in this moment, in this sliver of space between them, everything else seemed to fade into static.

“you should be more careful.”

his voice was quiet, but it cut through the noise, threading through her veins like something sharp and inevitable.

her gaze snapped up, locking onto his.

general min.

his fingers had already slipped from her wrist, but the ghost of his touch lingered, heat curling at the edge of her skin.

jiah’s pulse stuttered. she wasn’t sure if it was from his words, or the way he looked at her, steady, unreadable, dark eyes like ink spilled across parchment.

there were rumors about him, whispers that slithered through the cracks of the palace walls. some said he was ruthless, others said he was calculative, a man who played the game of war like a musician played an instrument.

precise, deliberate, deadly.

but standing here, beneath the weight of his gaze, jiah didn’t feel like she was in danger.

no, it was something else entirely.

“careful?” she echoed, arching a brow.

his expression didn’t change, but there was something about the way he looked at her, something almost amused, as if he had already anticipated her response.

“you’re in a room full of people who would eat you alive if given the chance,” he murmured, voice smooth, even. “seems like a good time to be careful.”

jiah swallowed.

he wasn’t wrong.

this ballroom, draped in silk and gold, was a battlefield in its own right. the nobles hid their blades behind their smiles, their arsenals disguised as charm and courtesy. one misstep, one wrong word, and you could be destroyed before you even knew it.

but she already knew that. she had known it the moment she stepped foot in here.

so why did it sound different, coming from him?

jiah tilted her head, holding his gaze. “you say that like i’m not already aware.”

he let out a slow breath, something like a scoff barely audible beneath it. not quite mocking, not quite impressed.

“awareness is one thing,” he said. “survival is another.”

her fingers curled at her sides.

this was the second time tonight someone had reminded her that she didn’t belong. first seokjin, now yoongi, both men seeing straight through the gown, the jewels, the illusion of belonging.

but yoongi… yoongi was different.

his words weren’t meant to wound, nor were they meant to coddle. no, they felt more like an observation. a simple truth laid bare, daring her to either accept it or defy it.

jiah inhaled slowly, leveling him with a steady look.

“duly noted,” she said. “i’ll be sure to watch my back, general.”

something flickered in his eyes then, something unreadable, but it was gone before she could name it.

he nodded once, slow. “good.”

and just like that, he was already moving past her, disappearing into the crowd like a shadow slipping between candlelight.

jiah exhaled, turning away, her heart still an unsteady rhythm beneath her ribs.

this was ridiculous.

it wasn’t as if he even remembered her. why would he? she was just one face in a sea of hundreds.

so why did it feel like he had seen right through her?

the sea never forgets.

that was what captain namjoon had told them before they left the ship, his voice calm, deliberate, a reminder rather than a warning. no matter how far inland they ventured, they belonged to the sea first. the palace, the kingdom, the grandeur of it all, it was nothing but a gilded cage, a monument to excess and arrogance. tonight, they would slip through its cracks like water through clenched fingers.

jungkook moved first.

the city was alive with celebration, lanterns swaying in the breeze, laughter spilling from taverns, and music threading through the air like a siren’s call. jungkook barely spared it a glance. the revelry made their job easier—too many distractions, too much wine drowning the senses of guards who should have been more alert. fools.

he moved like a shadow, his crew slipping through the winding streets behind him. they kept close to the alleys, avoiding the pools of lantern light that could betray their presence. each step was calculated, each breath controlled. it was almost too easy.

“pathetic,” one of the men behind him muttered as they passed a pair of drunken guards, laughing over their cups, completely oblivious to the intruders stalking past them. jungkook didn’t disagree, but he shot the man a look that silenced him. stay focused.

as they neared the palace walls, the easy part ended. towering stone stretched high above them, its surface slick with the remnants of an earlier rain. moonlight gleamed against the damp rock, highlighting the challenge ahead. but jungkook had scaled worse.

“you know the drill,” he whispered. his crew nodded, and within seconds, they were moving. ropes unfurled, hooks latched onto the stone with practiced ease, and one by one, they ascended.

jungkook climbed fast, his muscles burning in the best way as he hauled himself over the ledge and onto the castle’s outer wall. below, the city sprawled out like a glittering sea, oblivious to the storm approaching. he grinned. fools.

behind him, hoseok followed, nimble as ever. two others trailed them, taemin and sungho, younger, less experienced, but eager. jungkook barely spared them a glance. they had been chosen for a reason. if they faltered, it wasn’t his problem.

higher and higher they went, scaling the palace wall with the ease of men who had done this a hundred times before. jungkook reached the top first, pulling himself over the ledge and pressing his body low against the cool stone.

from here, he could see the entire courtyard, glowing under lantern light. rows of trimmed hedges lined the stone pathways, guards stationed at predictable intervals, their attention fixed forward. not one of them thought to look up.

arrogance.

jungkook smirked, fingers tightening around the hilt of his dagger.

he flicked his hand in a sharp signal. move.

the others followed, slipping over the edge and landing soundlessly.

they crouched in the shadows, watching. listening.

inside, the palace was alive with music and laughter, the hum of conversation floating through the open courtyard doors. the ball was in full swing. nobles twirled in gowns spun from gold, glasses of wine tilted in careless hands, oblivious to the men weaving through the darkness beyond their lavish world.

jungkook and his crew spread out, keeping low as they made their way toward the entrance.

one objective. get in, grab the princess, get out. no unnecessary bloodshed. no mistakes.

a guard shifted near the archway, the silver of his breastplate glinting under the lanterns.

jungkook was on him in an instant.

a hand over his mouth. a dagger pressed to his throat.

a single struggle. a choked gasp. then silence.

hoseok caught the body before it could hit the ground, lowering it carefully.

one down.

the others followed suit, swift and methodical. a sharp twist of a wrist, a muffled groan. shadows swallowing bodies whole.

within moments, the entrance stood unguarded.

jungkook straightened, rolling his shoulders as he glanced back at hoseok.

“this is embarrassing,” hoseok murmured, adjusting the cuffs of his coat. “i thought royal security would be more of a challenge.”

jungkook huffed a quiet laugh. “guess we overestimated them.”

he turned toward the grand doors, the sounds of the ball spilling out into the night.

a smirk tugged at his lips.

too easy.

without hesitation, he stepped inside.

the palace loomed before them, grand and ostentatious, its balconies dripping with gold embellishments, its windows tall and arched like the entryways to a dream. jungkook knew better. this place was a cage, no matter how gilded.

slipping inside was a matter of timing. servants moved in and out, carrying trays and silks, too busy preparing for the night’s festivities to notice the figures lurking in the periphery. when the moment was right, jungkook and his men entered, ducking into a dimly lit corridor.

now came the real challenge.

inside, the air was thick with the scent of candle wax and expensive perfume. laughter echoed through the halls, the sounds of celebration filtering from the grand ballroom beyond. they moved quickly, taking out stragglers as they went. silent kills. clean work. jungkook barely spared them a second glance.

they reached a fork in the hallway. jungkook glanced up, catching sight of a balcony just ahead. perfect. from there, he could watch the ballroom, see his target.

but before he could take another step, a voice rang out. “intruders!”

shit.

three guards rushed toward them, swords drawn. jungkook barely had time to snarl out an order before the fight broke loose.

steel clashed against steel, the sharp ring of battle slicing through the once-quiet hall. jungkook dodged the first strike aimed at him, fluid as water, and countered with brutal efficiency. his dagger finding home between ribs. a twist, a pull, a gurgled cry. down.

another came at him, blade flashing. jungkook blocked, their weapons screeching against each other. the guard was strong, but strength without speed was nothing. jungkook feinted left, then drove his elbow into the man’s throat. he staggered back, choking. one heartbeat later, jungkook’s sword sliced across his chest. down.

he turned just in time to see one of his crew, young sungho struggling, a guard nearly overpowering him. jungkook didn’t hesitate, he yanked a dagger from his belt and threw it. the blade found its mark in the guard’s neck.

sungho gasped for air, eyes wide. jungkook grabbed him by the shoulder, hauling him upright. “focus.”

the last guard standing hesitated, eyes darting between his fallen comrades and the blood-slicked pirates. jungkook smirked. “run.”

the man bolted.

“not the cleanest entrance,” hoseok muttered, wiping his blade.

jungkook scoffed, rolling his shoulders. “doesn’t matter. we’re in.”

jungkook moved swiftly through the corridors, his steps silent against the polished marble floors. the air inside the castle was different, heavy with candle smoke and the distant echoes of laughter and music. he exhaled, steadying himself as he reached the next point of their route. ahead of him, the corridor split into two paths, one leading deeper into the servants’ wing, the other toward the grand ballroom’s outer terraces.

hoseok leaned against the wall, adjusting the grip on his blade. his usually bright expression was dimmed by the weight of the night, but there was something sharp in his gaze, anticipation maybe.

“we’ve waited for this,” hoseok murmured, eyes flicking toward jungkook.

jungkook didn’t answer right away. he knew hoseok expected some kind of agreement, some affirmation that he felt the same fire in his blood. but the truth was, he didn’t care about any of it. kings and queens, thrones and politics, none of it mattered to him. he wasn’t here for some grand cause, wasn’t driven by vengeance or belief. he followed orders, took his cut, and lived another day. that was all.

“guess we have,” jungkook said finally, rolling the tension out of his shoulders.

hoseok smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “you really don’t give a damn about any of this, do you?”

jungkook glanced at him, amused. “do you?”

hoseok chuckled, low and quiet. “i care about getting paid.”

that, at least, was something they could agree on.

jungkook exhaled, shifting his stance. “stay here. keep the path clear.”

hoseok gave a lazy salute. “yeah, yeah. go be a hero.”

jungkook scoffed but didn’t reply, already slipping into the shadows. he moved toward the terrace, where the cool night air spilled in through open archways. the music from the ballroom was clearer now, voices blending with the delicate strains of string instruments. he exhaled, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves.

almost there.

he stepped onto the balcony, the moon casting silver light over the sprawling palace gardens below. from here, he could see inside the ballroom, golden chandeliers, swirling silks, a world so far removed from his own it felt unreal. his gaze swept over the room, searching.

he saw the prince's eyes locked on a girl talking to a servant.

not the princess.

someone else.

the girl ran out of the ballroom but what intrigued jungkook the most was that prince seokjin did something he hadn’t expected.

he left the princess.

and followed her out.

his grip tightened on the stone railing.

this just got interesting.

jiah barely had a moment to process everything before a tray nearly collided with her shoulder. she stepped back just in time, but the maid carrying it wasn’t as lucky—her balance wavered, glasses clinking precariously as she scrambled to regain control.

“oh i’m so sorry, miss!” the girl blurted, cheeks flushed. she was young, maybe a year or two younger than jiah, dressed in the typical uniform of castle staff, her dark hair pinned in a rushed attempt at neatness. “i didn’t see you there.”

“it’s fine,” jiah said quickly, steadying the tray before it could tip. “are you alright?”

“yes! yes, i just—” the maid stopped, a flash of recognition and then concern passed over her delicate features. “where is taehyung? he should to be here by now.”

jiah blinked. “what?”

“taehyung,” the maid repeated, as if she expected jiah to understand. “the proposal? the only reason the royal family would ever allow you to attend this kind of event?”

her stomach dropped. “the what?”

the maid’s eyes widened in horror, her mouth parting slightly as if she’d just realized she’d said something terribly, terribly wrong. “oh! oh, no, you didn’t know?”

“proposal?” jiah echoed, the word foreign and absurd on her tongue. her heart pounded so loudly she barely heard the music anymore. “what proposal?”

“i—” the maid’s hands tightened on the tray. “nothing! forget i said anything.”

but jiah couldn’t forget. the words echoed over and over in her head, twisting, reshaping, until the realization hit her like a punch to the gut.

taehyung was proposing.

tonight.

that was why she was here. that was why she had been allowed into this world of silk and gold, why no one had questioned her presence. six days. she had been in this world for six days, and now she was apparently getting married?

her stomach churned. the walls of the ballroom suddenly felt like they were closing in, the weight of expectation pressing down on her chest. she needed air. she needed to get out of here.

without another word, jiah turned and bolted. she barely registered the surprised glances thrown her way as she weaved through the crowd, skirts brushing against polished floors. her pulse roared in her ears, drowning out everything else. she wasn’t supposed to be here. she wasn’t supposed to be part of this.

she stumbled onto the balcony, bracing herself against the cool stone railing. the night air hit her like a slap, crisp and sharp, but it wasn’t enough to ground her. she squeezed her eyes shut, inhaling deeply, trying to force her mind into some semblance of calm.

she was supposed to be at home. in her world. not here, not in some palace, not being handed off like a prize to a man she barely knew.

she pressed a hand to her stomach, swallowing hard.

she was going to be sick.

she pressed a trembling hand to the stone railing, her fingers cold against its smooth surface. the air carried the scent of jasmine, mingling with the faint traces of perfume from the ball, and for a moment, it was enough to make her feel dizzy, as if the weight of the night might collapse on her chest. this isn’t real, she thought, over and over again. this isn’t my life.

jiah stood on the balcony, the cool night air brushing against her skin, but the chill did little to alleviate the tension that coiled in her chest. she could hear the muffled hum of music, the clink of glass, the quiet buzz of conversations from the ballroom below, but it all felt distant, far away, as if she weren’t even a part of it. this world, this palace, it didn’t belong to her. she was just a shadow, lingering on the fringes.

tonight, yiseo would be taken.

the thought weighed heavily on her heart. she had read it time and time. she practically knew the scene by heart. the pirates would strike tonight, and the brutality of it had been clear in every word. they would come for yiseo, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them. it wasn’t just a raid. it was a statement. the pirates had no mercy. they took what they wanted and left destruction in their wake.

in her time as a maid, jiah had heard she had heard stories pirates. hearing about how the crew had once stormed an entire village, leaving it burning behind them. how they had struck without warning, with no regard for anyone who stood in their way. yiseo, for all her beauty and her royal status, would be no different.

jiah’s breath hitched as her mind ran wild with the thought of it. she had only just gotten to know yiseo, and though the bond between them was fleeting, it was real enough. yiseo was no longer just the two dimensional princess jiah once read about. to jiah she was just a girl, forced in a role she didn’t choose, caught in a world of expectation. yet, even so, jiah couldn’t shake the feeling that something was being stolen from her, something she couldn’t get back.

the pirates. they were coming. and all jiah could do was wait.

before jiah could think of a way to stop them, she felt a familiar tug at the back of her mind. the sensation had started as a whisper, a faint sensation that crept into her thoughts at random moments. but tonight, it was different. tonight, it was louder, stronger, almost primal. the voice. the same voice she had heard before, beckoning her like a lure, drawing her in. this time, it wasn’t soft and melodic, like a song drifting on the wind. this time, it felt desperate, frantic. as though it knew something terrible was coming.

the voice seemed to echo through her chest, vibrating with a raw, aching power. it was no longer just a sound. it was a presence, an entity, something alive and aware. it pulled at her insides, twisting them with a sense of urgency she couldn’t ignore. she tried to resist, tried to tell herself it was just the world around her, the strange magic of the place. but it wasn’t. it was calling her. to her.

"jiah"

the voice was coming from somewhere just beyond her reach, a hidden corner of her mind she didn’t want to explore. but there it was, louder than ever, demanding her attention, demanding her action.

"jiah"

her heart pounded in her chest as her gaze darted to the edge of the balcony. she didn’t know why, but her body began to move, step by step, as if it were no longer her own. the voice was guiding her, pulling her forward.

the palace gardens down below no longer seemed far away. it was as if she were seeing them through a veil. she took another step toward the edge, her breath shallow, her hands clammy against the cold stone. the voice, sweet and terrible, was all she could hear. jiah my love, it seemed to say. follow me. it was an invitation she couldn’t refuse, an unspoken promise. the air around her thickened, pressing in like a weight on her chest. the walls of the palace, the sounds of the ballroom, the cold breeze, they all faded into nothingness. it was just her, and the voice.

without thinking, her foot lifted. she was close. so close.

she had never felt anything like this before. sure she had felt the pull multiple times since coming to this world, but after the first night the pull was no longer as strong. the pull most nights felt like a nudge but this, this was a shove. the pull, the hunger in her chest, the need to follow it, to leap. her body shook, not from fear, but from the intensity of the sensation. it was like she had stepped into a dream, or perhaps a nightmare, where nothing was real but the call of the voice, where the only thing that mattered was surrendering to it.

“stop!” a voice called behind her.

it pierced through the haze in her mind, cutting through the pull of the voice like a knife through water. her body froze, every muscle locking in place, and she blinked rapidly, trying to clear the fog from her mind. she turned to find him standing there, in the doorway. his figure was framed by the soft light of the ballroom, but it wasn’t the light that caught her attention. it was the intensity in his eyes. they were fixed on her, sharp, focused, like he had known what she was about to do before she even realized it.

seokjin.

his voice, harsh and commanding, had shattered the trance she’d been under, but the remnants of the pull still lingered, like a distant echo in her chest. her fingers trembled as they gripped the stone railing. the voice, that horrible, beautiful voice, was still there, quieter now, but it hadn’t faded entirely.

seokjin took a step forward, his gaze dark and unyielding, pinning her in place before she even had the chance to react. there was something terrifying in the way he moved. unhurried, but with the absolute certainty of a man who wouldn’t allow disobedience.

then, in one swift motion, he reached out.

his fingers wrapped around her wrist, firm and unrelenting, and before she could even think to resist, he yanked her back with a force that sent her stumbling straight into his chest. the impact knocked the breath from her lungs, the solid warmth of him stark against the chill of the night air. His grip was strong, possessive, as if daring her to slip away again.

jiah gasped, her free hand instinctively bracing against the fabric of his jacket, the heat of his body searing through it. She could feel everything. the rise and fall of his chest, the way his breath came in controlled, measured beats, the undeniable strength that radiated from him like an unspoken warning.

his other hand moved, his palm pressing against the small of her back, holding her close, holding her still. a shiver ran through her at the feeling of it. of him. His touch wasn’t gentle, wasn’t careful. It was demanding, laced with something dangerous. something possessive.

his breath ghosted against the shell of her ear as he finally spoke, his voice so low and raw that it sent a jolt down her spine.

“don’t.”

one word. but it wasn’t a request. It wasn’t a plea.

it was a command.

jiah swallowed hard, her pulse hammering against her ribs as she fought to process what was happening, what had almost happened. she could still feel the phantom pull of the voice, but it was drowned out now, suffocated beneath the weight of him. seokjin was everywhere, his presence overwhelming, his grip on her wrist unyielding, as if he wasn’t just pulling her back from the edge of the balcony but from something far, far worse.

she barely dared to breathe, trapped between his chest and the stone railing behind her.

his fingers flexed around her wrist, his touch rougher now, a silent reprimand. It wasn’t anger, not quite. but there was something in his expression, in the way his jaw tightened and his brows furrowed, that made her breath hitch. it was concern, yes, but not for the maid she was supposed to be.

no.

it was something deeper. something about her.

a muscle ticked in his jaw, his grip on her unwavering as he pulled her even closer. so close she could see the flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, something dangerous.

jiah’s heart pounded, her skin burning where his fingers pressed into her wrist, where his palm seared against the small of her back. the tension between them was unbearable, suffocating. she could barely think, barely breathe.

she had almost

almost.

her chest heaved as she stared up at him, her lips parting, but no words came. she didn’t know what to say. she didn’t know how to say it.

his fingers tightened ever so slightly, just enough to remind her of his hold. of his presence.

something had changed tonight.

something had shifted between them, something raw and consuming.

and she wasn’t sure she could undo it.

seokjin wasn’t letting go.

not of her wrist. not of her back. not of whatever had settled between them, thick and electric, something neither of them could seem to shake.

he was still too close, his breath warm against her temple, his body a solid presence against hers. she could feel the heat of him, the quiet strength in the way he held her in place, not forceful, not harsh, but certain.

like he had decided something.

like he knew something.

jiah’s stomach twisted. she needed to move. she needed to say something, to break whatever moment this was before it spiraled into something she couldn’t control.

"you shouldn’t be here," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.

seokjin didn’t move. didn’t react. if anything, his grip tightened, his thumb ghosting over the inside of her wrist, an absent, devastating touch that sent a shiver up her spine.

"neither should you," he murmured.

her breath caught.

he was looking at her now, really looking at her, his dark eyes searching hers like he was trying to piece something together, like he was trying to figure her out.

and jiah,

jiah didn’t know if she wanted to be figured out.

"the princess will be looking for you," she tried again, more desperate this time, more breathless. remind him. remind him who he’s supposed to care about.

but the words barely left her lips before he tilted his head, gaze flicking down to her mouth, then back up again.

"maybe i don’t care."

jiah’s stomach dropped.

it wasn’t just what he said, it was the way he said it. the way his voice dipped, rich and smooth, like he knew exactly what effect he had on her. like he was waiting for her reaction.

like he wanted to see how far he could push this.

"maybe i’d rather be here," he continued, voice softer now, more deliberate. "with you."

the world around them blurred, the sounds of the ocean, the distant laughter from the ballroom, everything fading into the background.

she could only hear him.

only feel him.

"don’t," she whispered, though she wasn’t sure if she was telling him or herself.

but seokjin only leaned in, just slightly, just enough for her breath to catch, for her knees to go weak.

"why not?"

it was a challenge. a question wrapped in something heavier, something undeniable.

her fingers twitched at her sides. she should step away. she should push him off. she should—

but she didn’t.

she stayed.

and seokjin,

oh seokjin noticed.

his grip on her wrist loosened just enough to shift, his hand sliding lower, until his fingers brushed against the inside of her palm, testing, teasing.

jiah sucked in a sharp breath, her pulse a frantic drum against her ribs.

this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. in the book, seokjin’s world had revolved around yiseo, only yiseo. he had been devoted, unshakable.

but right now, he wasn’t looking at yiseo.

he was looking at her.

and the weight of that realization was enough to make her dizzy.

jiah’s pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out every rational thought screaming at her to move, to step back, to breathe. but how could she, when seokjin was still there. watching her, waiting, his fingers ghosting over the inside of her palm like he was testing just how much she could take before she broke?

"you—" she started, but her voice betrayed her, coming out too soft, too shaky.

seokjin’s lips quirked.

oh.

oh, he knew.

he knew.

her breath caught in her throat as he shifted, closing that final inch of space between them. his chest brushed against hers, solid and warm, the scent of him, something sharp and clean, something undeniably him, wrapping around her like a second skin.

"you what?" he murmured, his voice dipping lower, threading its way through her ribs, settling deep in her stomach.

jiah’s fingers curled into fists.

get it together.

she forced herself to look up, to meet his gaze, to remind herself of who he was. of what he meant to this world. to yiseo.

but seokjin didn’t look like a man who belonged to someone else.

he looked like a man who had decided, in this moment, that nothing else mattered except her.

and that realization was more dangerous than anything she’d faced since waking up in this world.

"this—" she tried again, swallowing hard. "this isn’t—"

but seokjin just watched her, the weight of his gaze pressing against her skin, his hand still wrapped around her wrist, still holding her steady.

jiah’s pulse pounded against her ribs, a frantic, unsteady rhythm that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the way seokjin’s fingers curled around hers. firm. warm. deliberate.

his touch sent heat searing up her arm, burning in a way that made her stomach tighten, made her breath come out just a little too shallow. she tried to ignore the way her body reacted to him, but it was impossible when he was right there, close enough that she could see the way the candlelight cast golden shadows across his sharp jaw, the way his dark eyes flickered with something unreadable.

something that unnerved her.

something that thrilled her.

"i should go," he murmured, but his thumb skimmed over the inside of her wrist, slow and unhurried, like he wasn’t in any hurry to make good on that promise.

jiah swallowed hard.

"then go," she whispered, but her voice betrayed her, soft and breathless, and seokjin caught it like a predator catching the scent of something weak.

his lips twitched.

"should i?"

jiah hated how her stomach flipped, how her fingers twitched in his hold instead of pulling away.

he was too close.

his scent, clean and sharp, something like cedarwood and smoke, wrapped around her, settled into her skin, made her feel light headed in a way that had nothing to do with the ocean breeze rolling in from the balcony.

"i…" she started, but seokjin was already shifting, his head dipping lower, his breath fanning across her cheek.

"tell me to leave," he murmured again, low and dangerous, and jiah had to clench her fists to keep herself from leaning into him.

"i…"

she couldn’t.

because the truth was,

she didn’t want him to.

the realization sent panic lurching through her chest, sent her body tensing, because this wasn’t supposed to happen. seokjin wasn’t supposed to look at her like this, like he was intrigued, like he was tempted.

like he was considering something reckless.

"thought so," he murmured.

"what’s your name?"

her stomach clenched.

the question was simple. harmless. it shouldn’t have felt like a trap.

but with the way he said it, low and smooth, like he was testing the way it would taste on his tongue, it was dangerous.

jiah wet her lips, suddenly hyper-aware of the way his gaze flicked down, the way his grip on her fingers didn’t loosen.

"it doesn’t matter," she whispered.

seokjin hummed.

"doesn’t it?"

his thumb brushed over her wrist, lingering for a second too long, and gods, he was doing this on purpose.

"it’s late," she tried again, weak, unconvincing. "you really should go back to the princess."

his eyes flashed.

"maybe," he said, tilting his head. "but maybe i’d rather be here with you."

jiah’s breath stilled.

her fingers twitched in his grip.

seokjin smiled.

he noticed.

"tell me your name," he murmured again, softer this time. too soft. too dangerous.

jiah’s mind screamed at her to lie. to give him any other name, to create distance, to stop whatever this was before it started.

but when she opened her mouth,

"jiah."

the name slipped out like a secret, unbidden, a betrayal shaped by her own lips.

seokjin’s expression shifted.

his fingers tightened, just slightly, just enough.

"jiah," he repeated, slow, deliberate, like he was trying it on for the first time.

like he was committing it to memory.

her stomach dropped.

his thumb skimmed up the inside of her wrist, the touch barely there, but it sent a sharp, traitorous shiver up her spine.

"relax," he murmured.

and then he slid his fingers between hers

her breath caught.

his grip wasn’t tight, wasn’t possessive.

it was teasing.

testing.

like he was waiting to see if she’d pull away.

like he wanted to see if she could.

but she didn’t move.

she couldn’t move.

seokjin exhaled, a slow, heavy sound, his breath skimming along her cheek, and gods, he was so close now, his body a solid, steady heat against hers.

"you know," he murmured, voice thick, velvet-smooth, "if you keep looking at me like that, i might start to think you want me to stay."

jiah’s stomach plummeted.

she hadn’t even realized she was staring.

her eyes darted to his lips. a mistake, a mistake, a mistake, because the moment she did, she saw the way they parted, the way his tongue flicked out, just barely, just enough.

she jerked her head away, sucked in a sharp breath, tried to calm the riot in her chest.

seokjin laughed, low and quiet, entirely too pleased.

"relax, jiah," he murmured, and oh.

oh, that was a problem.

because he’d never said her name before.

not like that.

not like it was something he wanted to taste.

her breath stilled.

his fingers brushed against her cheek.

and for a moment,

for a single, terrifying moment,

she thought he might kiss her.

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In Living Color

Chapter 18

Summary: When Natalie Marton, lead character designer for Buzz Lightyear, meets the voice of Buzz, Chris Evans, the sparks are undeniable. But when their work pushes them away from each other, both physically and emotionally, will the sheer differences between their worlds be enough to force them apart?

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 2,618

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

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Warnings: None.

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January 7th, 2022

‘Can you call me when you have time? I need to talk to you.’

Chris’ brows furrowed as he saw Nat’s notification pop up on his laptop, leaving him with little to go off of as the simple message disappeared just as quickly as it’d appeared. He frowned as he thought over the message, hands itching to at least text her back, but before he could, Mark joined the Zoom call, his smiling face doing little to distract Chris as they prepped for the quick call with the others involved with the project.

Nat’s text lingered in his mind throughout the whole call, never leaving the forefront of his focus even as they planned out the next several months’ worth of interviews for the website. He’d only been back in Boston for a few days, having gone back to Los Angeles for a few days with their whole group after skiing in Washington over the last chunk of the holiday. Chris had planned on staying in Los Angeles a bit longer, but he had quickly found out that Nat’s suggestion had proved to be a good one when he realized just how busy she was with two projects overlapping at once.

What had been a manageable schedule for her in the summer and fall, allowing them to spend nearly every evening and weekend together interruption-free, had been spun on its head. Nat was in her office from early in the morning to late at night, barely pulling her attention off of work long enough to text Chris that she was too swamped to come over for dinner or make game night, and what little time they got with each other during the week was then reduced to only a quick kiss before bed, if he was lucky. Her point was true, that him being there would only stress her out more and force her to sacrifice something to make his presence worthwhile, and so with that in mind, he packed himself and Dodger back up and took a flight home the previous day.

But now with that ominous text looming in his mind, he couldn’t help but let his anxiety spiral, wondering what it could possibly mean. He hoped that it was just Nat feeling stressed and needing to process it or her asking when he was coming back to Los Angeles, but he knew deep down that it was something else otherwise she wouldn’t have asked to have this conversation over the phone versus just texting him about it as it popped in her brain…. Especially in the middle of her hectic work day. The minute his meeting was over and his laptop closed, he sat there for a long moment, debating on whether it was better to put off whatever bad news this would be until later or if he should just get it over with.

After a nervous few minutes, he grabbed his phone and clicked on her name, his leg anxiously bouncing as he sat at the table waiting for her to pick up before he directly asked, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Is this a good time? Like do you have a few minutes?” She asked Chris, her voice a bit distracted as she moved around on the other end of the call.

“Yeah I just finished my meeting,” he assured her, his brows furrowed as he listened and heard a door shut on her end. “What’s going on, Nat?”

She hesitated, quiet for a moment before she began, “I just um, I wanted to talk about Palm Springs…”

Chris stared up at the ceiling above him, eyes moving over the smooth white paint on it. He had a sinking feeling inside of him, one that had settled in his stomach nearly an hour and a half ago when she’d texted him. “...You can’t go, can you?” He asked her, voice low and soft.

“I technically can but I just don’t see how I’m going to be able to,” Nat confessed, apologetic as Chris’ lips downturned and he listened to her explanation. “That week is the official last week of Lightyear and then I also have meetings with the higher ups for Inside Out so it’s going to be really busy already let alone with me taking off on Wednesday afternoon to go to Palm Springs.”

Although Chris knew where this was headed from the first moment she mentioned Palm Springs, it didn’t take away the sting of disappointment. He had been looking forward to the little getaway with Nat, just the two of them, before he was launched into thousands of miles separating them as he went from filming to press and then more filming for the rest of the year. It'd been planned from the moment he'd gotten his filming schedule for the early part of the year and had seen that the first week started on Valentine's Day. He and Nat were looking forward to hiding away from the world to celebrate the holiday early together, just before work pulled them apart. That was going to be their last bit of quality time together, not a thing in the world distracting them before he had to leave and now it was taken away.

The line was quiet for a moment before Nat’s tentative voice asked, “Chris? Are you upset?”

“No, of course not,” he rushed to reassure her. He was dismayed of course by the change in plans, and upset that they wouldn’t get that time just to themselves, but he knew Nat was needed in Los Angeles… maybe a little too much. “I mean, sure I’m disappointed but I understand.”

“This is just crazy right now with both projects overlapping,” she admitted to him, and he could hear her on the other end of the line as she began typing at her computer, a chiming notification sounding to alert her to a new email.

“Nat, if I’m bein’ honest, I’m a little worried about you,” Chris began delicately. He knew she’d been working almost non-stop since Monday, only leaving to eat whatever cold leftovers Chris had packaged away for her from what was supposed to be a shared dinner, then to fall into bed and repeat the cycle the following day. And if he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure she’d done any of that the previous night while he and Dodger flew home. He had no way to know if she’d eaten, or gotten a solid night’s sleep, or if she’d drank enough water and wasn’t surviving off of over-caffeinated cups of cold brew. It wasn’t sustainable, and his concern was evident as he asked, “Are you doing alright with all of this?”

“I’m fine,” she brushed off the concern, her voice sounding distant as she continued typing. Chris pushed Dodger’s wet nose off of his lap as he listened to Nat dismissively explain, “It’s just until mid February, and then things will be better.”

But his frown grew deeper as he listened to her, not seeing an end to this workload. She was moving from one project to the next, one with a lot more moving parts than this, including the initial stages. “Are you going to be able to make it until then, though? That’s a long time,” he tried to tell her.

“I can handle it, I know how to do my job,” she defensively shut him down, her words sending alarm signals to Chris’ brain. He knew that. He knew she was amazing at what she did, but she was to a fault. And all of this career-driven stress and running on empty was the exact opposite of what she’d shared as her goal the previous month, wanting to give herself more time outside of the Disney Campus to dedicate to self-care, to fill her bucket by creating more outside of work. But now she was barely even stepping foot outside of her own office, let alone having time to develop her own creative passions and delve more into her own personal wants.

“I know you do… that didn’t come out the way I wanted it to,” Chris sighed, running a hand through his hair. His eyes watched Dodger as the dog looked out the window at the large yard and the sunset before he made his way over to his bed and laid down. Chris’ voice was quiet as he admitted to her, “I’m just concerned about these long hours.”

“It sucks, but it’s temporary so I can do it,” Nat stubbornly insisted. She sighed deeply before he heard her computer chime with another email’s arrival. “It’s been a big deal for me to be the lead character designer for Buzz and now for Inside Out so I don’t want to throw that away in this final stretch.”

“I get that, I just love you and I get worried about you, ya know,” Chris shrugged, feeling helpless all the way out in Massachusetts as she ran herself ragged back in California.

“I know you do and it means a lot to me,” she assured him, her voice sounding much more honest than it had only moments ago. She sighed, hesitating before she murmured, “I’m just sorry about Palm Springs.”

“It’s okay Nattie, don’t stress about it,” Chris reassured her. He knew she felt awful, canceling the trip that’d been her birthday present from him, but he knew she had to look out for herself. Having that pressure of the trip looming over her and not wanting to have anything to do for work that weekend likely would’ve hurt her more had she not canceled, and he had to be a little proud of her for recognizing that much. But he was disappointed, and he could admit that much. “Maybe we could do something, a little weekend trip or something like that one weekend coming up when you aren’t as busy.”

He could almost see the sad smile on her face as she quietly admitted, “I’d love to but I’m just not sure when that would be.”

“Okay… well just let me know,” he whispered, struggling to know just what to think at all of this. He missed her, he missed her more than anything each time they were separated, but right now… he was confused. He was worried. And he wasn’t sure how to help her, especially when she had all-but bitten his head off for a small sign of concern. “I really want to spend some time with you.”

“I know, I want to be with you too. Maybe you could come out in the middle of the month, I might not have to work as late in the evenings then,” she suggested, just as her typing resumed.

He nodded to himself, making a mental note to look at what he had scheduled then. “I’ll plan on that then,” he assured her.

“Okay, hey I’m sorry but I really need to go. I have so much work I need to get done,” she whispered, her voice back to sounding distant as she kept working.

“Alright,” he whispered, biting his lower lip as he listened to her.

“Chris?” She asked, almost at the very last moment. “...I really love you.”

He smiled at those words, feeling some confidence and hope again. “I love you too Nattie. So fuckin’ much,” he promised her.

And Chris knew how painfully true that was. He loved her more than anything which is why moments apart made this so much harder. His brain kept jumping back and forth between feeling the frustration at Nattie prioritizing her work over having time for their relationship and then feeling hypocritical with his own job taking him away for sometimes months on end. Chris really had been looking forward to that long weekend away and at first thought maybe his frustration was more at that than anything, but once he had gotten up move over to the couch where he could scratch Dodger more easily, he started sorting through his thoughts a bit more and realized that wasn’t it at all. At the heart of his frustration was concern for his Nattie.

All that was happening just felt… off.

After her art show she had talked about wanting to pursue more of her own creative passions, not having her whole creative career being created for Pixar. But now here she was nearly giving up her whole life for her job and although he knew that it was true what she said, that it was temporary, part of him wondered if it really was. He had come to see how conflicted Nat could feel when it came to her career. She was so different from her family, not being the cerebral career women her sisters were working in healthcare and tech. Nat was creative and sensitive, with so much passion and emotion in everything she did. He knew how much her single father had given up to send her to art school and how hard Nat had worked at Pixar to move her way up and when he even thought about it, he was so fucking proud of her. But there was something about this that just didn’t feel sustainable or even quite right for Nat.

He remembered being in those meetings last year and just falling in love with the way Nat spoke about things being visually communicated in Lightyear and how good she was at figuring out how to convey emotion and stories through art. She was practically gushing with passion every time she spoke about an aspect of her job and although he knew that she still loved it, most things recently had been more about what she felt she needed to do for her job or about the path she felt pressured for her career to go.

Chris felt like there was a piece of his exuberant and uninhibited artist that was falling into the corporate part of her job and although he knew from being in a creative industry himself that some of those things went hand in hand, he didn’t want to see her throw all of it away. She’d shared with him before how for so long she felt like there were so many things wrong with her personality from wearing every emotion on her sleeve to not wanting success in the normal sense that society viewed it, but here she was devoting herself completely to her job and taking on more than he thought any one person would be able to handle. He knew Nat felt like she had something to prove, in his observation more to herself than anyone, that she could make art a worthwhile endeavor and wanted to prove she could handle all of this, not realizing that it didn’t make a difference to anyone if she couldn’t.

He knew Nat was determined to a fault, that she’d never put anything before her commitments and promises to others, but he was hopeful he could open her eyes a bit more. She’d seemed to have a realization in December, and despite slipping back into the grind of her career, he knew that deep down, they’d get through this. He’d already been a bit worried about how much of a toll this year could take on them, between his schedules with three projects and two press tours and Nat’s busy calendar at Disney, and that this trip was supposed to give them both some time to connect and be together before that all started. But despite losing that weekend together, he himself was determined, not to solve all of Nat’s problems overnight, but to brainstorm on how to help her and most of all, support her through every step of the way.

A/N: We'll be back next week with a new chapter!

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collectivecloseness · 2 years ago

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Play It Cool

Kurt Kunkle x reader

(Summary: When Kurt kidnaps you in his spree, telling you you were deemed special enough for his new plan, you knew you had to convince him you were not a threat, your life may depend on it. Notes: reuploaded from my ao3. 18+. 5.4K. Smut. F!reader. Au!Kurt has a bed frame, Kurt filming. P in v sex, oral (f). Tw: dubcon, knife mention (not used), kidnapping)

The first thing you noticed about him was his cute brown eyes.

The second was the cameras stuck to every window of the car you’d just ordered, which honestly was kind of embarrassing of you.

But you quickly got over it, confirming your name to the smiley spree driver who was around your age. And definitely cute. You could tell from the passenger seat you’d sat in, a reflex from rides from your friends, but your driver didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was quite bubbly.

“Yeah you should follow my socials. All @ kurtsworld96 and if you post anything in my spree, be sure to tag me.” He’d told you, making you smile into your phone as you brought it to your face. He kinda had a goofy allure to him, you thought. You didn’t know the other half of him yet.

He’d informed you he was live-streaming the entire thing to his audience, and while it was kinda a shock to be shown to... however many people were watching, you couldn’t quite see the number, you wanted to be nice, beginning to open your YouTube app.

When you’d asked if it was Kurtsworld with a ‘C’ or a ‘K’ Kurt had looked at you like he was taken aback. You didn’t think it was that odd a question, but he’d quickly responded and you heard the melodic tapping against the wheel as you pressed the subscribe button. When you caught those pretty eyes and saw how hard he was smiling, you both bent your heads down with a blush, only smiling to your reflections not covered by tech. But hearing each other’s soft giggles created the exact same effect in both your chests. You were sure you could look at his titles later when you got home, see if anything caught your attention.

But the acquainted atmosphere of the car came to a halt, as you informed a still smiling Kurt that he’d missed the stop to your road.

When the smile fell, and the knife came out, that’s when your entire mind and body went numb.

Kurt had told you to be quiet, and behave. Snatching your phone and throwing it into the back, the knife staying put. You had no idea if it was placed near your femoral artery or not, but Kurt rubbed the silver up and down your clothed flesh the entire ride home no matter.

He’d told you that he liked polite customers, and you were the first one who’d made him want to use his brand new idea. That you were special.

Kurt’s entire demeanour had switched to almost apathetically passive. The one time he caught your startled doe like eyes, his face had turned... soft, though. In an almost innocent way. You didn’t think it was anything to do with your fear, it stayed that way whenever his eyes meandered to your general figure. And his knife remained surely. Giddiness only showed when he gave a peace sign to his fans, doing so at a red light so his hand could leave the wheel, his knife never left your thigh. You didn’t think you wanted to be special to Kurt.

And now here you were, being thrown over Kurt Kunkle’s shoulder and lifted out of his car. He closed the door behind him, his arm gripping confidently around your waist, like he knew you wouldn’t run. Truthfully, with your chin bouncing against his back, and your legs dangling by his chest, all you could think was the mortifying thought that you were going to wet yourself. You were so scared, whimpering as you tried not to press your thighs together and not think about it, trying not to squirm your lap on his toned shoulders, as he carried you to what you saw out the window of the Prius was his house.

Kurt set your feet down slowly as he went to fiddle in his pocket, his arm slithered around your waist, bicep tingling against your spine, but his handprint gripping onto you as he fished his keys out. Once he’d unlocked the door, both of his arms quickly wrapped tight around your middle, as if he remembered you could try and run away from him at any time, hauling you inside his house, and slamming the door shut. He was not going to let that happen. And that rough bang had been the thing to shock your mind into waking up. You had to try and do something, anything. So long as you avoided being murdered.

“Kurt please. I- I won’t tell anyone what you did I pr-“

“Sh-shut up.” Kurt groaned.

You snapped your lips shut, not fully going limp as you thought that would make him mad, but you let him drag you the rest of the way inside until you got to what was clearly his bedroom. It was pretty neat, however you suppose some serial killers apparently were like that. Was he a serial killer? Maybe he’d just cleaned up after his last victim. Although he did say you were ‘special’, whatever that means. Maybe he usually just kills his victims in his car, you were surprised he didn’t do it there in the first place. Maybe you were special because you were going to be his first kill? Somehow, with the ease Kurt was going with this, a gut feeling warned you you were not his first murder, at least. A first something though, according to his earlier words.

There were two longish chains attached to the foot of his bed you quickly noticed, wincing as you knew that was exactly where Kurt was taking you. Although you were kind of surprised when Kurt manhandled you to face towards the bed, and not away. Your chest fell onto the mattress as you sat on your knees on his carpet, honestly Kurt wasn’t too rough with pushing you around, his hands were almost gentle as they handcuffed your own. Maybe it was because you were being good. You’d keep it up then in that case.

Your hands had an almost normal reach on the bed. They could move around alright, the cuffs mostly just kept you attached to the frame so you couldn’t run away. But as you sat down on your ankles in this new position, you realised that your back was facing Kurt this way. And terror sank through your body, down to your lap you were sitting on, as you finally realised why exactly you were in this position. And most likely why Kurt had stayed silent, as he observed you from behind.

“Ku-Kurt?” You wriggled in discomfort, only to scold yourself as you realised that probably didn’t help at all. You heard him drop his phone with a small swear, but he quickly picked it up again, the sound of him placing it somewhere being the only thing you could pay attention to. Was he still recording you?

But when Kurt walked back to where he was before, it was worse. You could feel Kurt’s head peer above you for a moment. Too hard to turn and look back somewhat, it was also too nerve wrecking to. Your tits were resting perfectly on his scruffy mattress in the position you were forced into, and you knew from Kurt’s birds eye view, your top didn’t leave much to the imagination. But soon, his shadow disappeared from over you. And it made you more nervous. Especially when you felt Kurt’s hand on your lower back, beneath your shirt.

“Kurt please.”

Kurt lifted your shirt up from the bottom, swearing under his breath when it fell back down, so he slid it up till it hunched at your neck. Only exposing your naked back, but that seemed to be good to Kurt, who rolled his hands down the warm skin in what you could’ve tricked yourself into thinking sounded like a coo.

Your minute wriggling this time was to try and fruitlessly see if you could wiggle out of your restraints, but you weren’t really fighting hard. One thing was for sure, you wanted Kurt as much on your side as possible. The movement only lead to Kurt’s hands down your waistband quickly, and a rough action of them being pulled down to your lower thighs. Kurt rolled your jeans and panties down till they hit your knees, not bothering to move your legs around and take them off completely. You guess you looked more exposed, ironically, this way.

Kurt’s fingers slid up your warm pussy lips and he hissed, while your sound was more of quiet discomfort. His fingers weren’t exactly rough, but the touch was sudden, and from the way his hand quickly left without grace, only to touch from sound alone what was obviously the belt of his pants, it made your heart thud. He was gonna start right now.

“Kurt?”

You were pleased to hear a “Hmm?” in response.

“You-you’re not gonna go in... dry? Are you?”

Kurt’s silence made you shiver. But luckily you were sure it was more out of thinking than sadism. Kurt didn’t seem like he was actually evilly harsh, if he couldn’t even feign it well.

You licked your lips suddenly feeling how desperately dry they were, quick to speak up clearly. “You need to do prep, or foreplay.” You inform- reminded him, this time the movement of your hips was almost in an enticing way, purposely. You wanted him on your side... “You need to use lube or get m- get me wet, or something.”

You could hear Kurt sinking down onto his knees. His hand that had been fixed on your back, slid down your ass now. Not squeezing or anything, just touching it.

He made some noise, or a word, you weren’t quite sure and you didn’t care if he wasn’t gonna share. But that brought an idea into your head, desperate to make sure that if he was gonna do this, at least he wasn’t going to do it dry and painfully. You couldn’t make him think you were a threat. You made your voice sound sweeter now, not too over eager, but you let it soothe over him, a bit high to get his attention, sitting over and over again on your ankles as if your position was just uncomfortable. “You want your audience to know how good you are, right? Plus you get to put on a show that way.” If anything, you were sure that would get this spree driver to act more human.

“O-oh y-yeah, I forgot about foreplay ‘n stuff...” He started loudly, like he knew what he was doing, but slurred off a little towards the end.

You watched him leave his seat behind you and get up to go to the bathroom where he left the door open. He didn’t start going through cupboards to get any lube or anything, as you could see from your chained up vantage point. Instead, you heard the tap turn on.

Your blood ran cold. “Kurt!” You cringed at how loud that was, trying to make yourself sound calmer than you were as you called out to him. “Water’s not a lubricant.”

The tap turned off, and Kurt shimmied over pink faced. “R-Right. Right. I knew that.”

He wiped his hands on the bottom of his shirt, and you found yourself hoping he had at least properly washed them in there before he started touching you.

“I mean wet in like... a sexual way. Like slick, or lots of spit works too.” You explained to him as he walked back over to his place behind you, eyes tracking him until you couldn’t see him anymore. You hoped that let him know he couldn’t just spit on your hole and go to town. Your hands tensed on the bedsheets, getting used to the warmer metal feeling encircling them.

Because you couldn’t see anything expect Kurt’s own bed, and you could only just feel his hands, one on your ass and one gently grabbing your thigh, it freaked you out when Kurt shut up and stopped being a chatterbox. That was until suddenly his mouth latched onto you, and you yelped in surprise at feeling his warm lips completely surrounding your exposed cunt.

You moaned, attempting to slap a hand over your mouth although unable to do so, when you realised what your reaction to this maniac eating you out was. Especially when you felt Kurt’s satisfactory groan in return, the sound vibrating against your entire sensitive cunt. You groaned into your closed lips at that, biting them as you struggled with that feeling from him being so good, and the fact you wanted to get him to moan like that again. Kurt really seemed to get into it. Any annoyingly, so were you.

His lack of experience almost made this hotter. The way he was genuinely eating you up like a dessert. Lips, mouth, tongue, trying to take in as much of you as possible. Kurt was lapping at you like an animal. Like how a dog would drink at water. His dry tongue wetting as he licked longer and longer stripes up your sex, your thighs, wherever he could get it, he was running his tongue needily against it. And his nose was nuzzling into you, like he really was enjoying this experience. You couldn’t remember anyone enjoying eating you out before, definitely not anywhere near as much Kurt clearly was, and it was pissing you off. Making your chest beat harder when you couldn’t stay pissed because Kurt was literally licking you apart with his tongue.

When his nose became wet as he started to make you leak, he whined heartily and gratefully against your pussy, and you just hoped he didn’t feel the way it made it clench, especially as his tongue moved to only just poke at your hole. Maybe he didn’t even know he was doing that. He seemed content rubbing his lips against your clit, which you would’ve been surprised he’d found if it wasn’t for the light nibbling his lips were doing against it. The desperate suckling movement on your small bud making your stomach twist in such a glorious way, it almost made you slip out of your determination and let a whine pass through your heavily bitten lips.

None of your facial movements mattered though because not only was Kurt so focused on your pussy, but you were already gushing slick like a waterfall. You couldn’t even whine at it tickling your legs because Kurt’s mouth was noisily slurping up any droplets before you even had time to think about complaining. Not that you would. You were still his hostage after all, it definitely wasn’t that fact that you had nothing to complain about...

Maybe it was his own realisation that he shouldn’t be drying up any slick, especially as it was only creating more, or maybe his mouth was getting tired, but you soon felt Kurt’s lips detach from your pussy, not before you were sure you felt a small kiss to it, but soon Kurt was sitting up again. And you heard just how mewling his voice was. “Is that good enough?”

You heard some weird noise coming from behind you, before Kurt was very speedily reiterating. “I mean-! ...Are you w-w-wet, y-yet?” Kurt’s fingers slid up your pink cunt, before sliding the slick he’d scooped up right back down onto it.

The dripping feeling, and clenching around a fat empty nothing, was frustrating you sexually, whereas the realisation of what was about to happen, and especially with who, was frustrating you in general. As you knew you had to suck it up and bear it at this point. Gritting your teeth, you squeezed out one word, “Yup.”

At your confirmation Kurt hastily started to mess with his zipper. You could hear his belt being pulled out his waistband and leather quickly sounded against his carpeted floor. That wasn’t what you were focused on though. You didn’t think the sound of material, of denim and cotton, sliding down skin could be so clear, yet it was to you in this moment, as one of Kurt Kunkles hands braced your ass, spreading you a little, and you felt his tip unceremoniously start to breach your hole.

He’d barely entered your pussy when you heard him whine, the sound choked but pornographic, as if he was yelling to the cieling, and your restrained hands clenched against his own bedsheets as you braced yourself, feeling him start to sink himself inside your sultry cunt.

As Kurt pushed himself in, a chill ran through your body as you realised you’d both forgotten about condoms. Another chill raced you as you thought maybe he didn’t want them. Although you just didn’t care much by that point. You had birth control, and you doubted Kurt had any STDs, considering he was almost absolutely losing his virginity to you right that second, as you felt his skin humping away against your ass. You just tried to relax, and get used to the feeling Kurt was giving you right now.

His thrusting had only started when Kurt bottomed out. It was ragged at first, like he was just getting used to the feeling, caught up in the fact there was actually warm wet flesh surrounding him, your flesh. You. His movements were weird, just going with what felt right and whining, stuttering groans at what didn’t feel as good, and doing what felt best harder again. Very quickly you realised there would be no rhythm. But on a happier note, you realised this may not last long.

“Ungh! Uhhhh! Khhhhhfuck!” Kurt swore out, trying to quiet his little sounds and he seemed to be succeeding, as his soft thighs landed less softly against yours repeatedly, while he fucked himself in and out of you. Never retreating much though. It was like your warmth was an aphrodisiac, and Kurt was addicted. He was pummelling himself inside you every chance he got, moaning aggressively at the feeling of his dick being wet and entrapped by you. Your pussy sucking him in, because you wanted this - the way he was pleasuring you, him fitting molded inside you like you were meant for each other. His eyes shot open at that feeling, hands clawing up your back before going back to hold your ass again, smirking first at the chains and then back at you. He was going to smirk at the camera but then he angled his dick inside you and it made his entire cock and balls twitch like crazy. Quickly he collapsed his chest onto your naked back, leaning his drooling head on your shoulders as he lazily thrust his hips into you, arms holding around your middle so he could hug you, while he completely crowded your body. Blissfully listening to those wet shucking sounds as he fucked you. He hummed against your hot skin, holding you closer to him.

The feeling of Kurt surrounding you in his almost comforting hold, like an animal mating, was strange. He could have leaned over and rubbed your clit from where his hands interlocked around your tummy, occasionally stroking it, doing that more so as he realised he could almost feel his own dick through your skin. That was if he could find a clit blind. You couldn’t believe you wanted him to touch your clit, you wanted his large hands stroking against your bundle of nerves, his drool soaking up your neck and panting to go hotly into your ear as he kept breeding you and breeding you like something in heat. You hated your stupid brain and your stupid body for liking anything about Kurt. For loving the way he was making you feel right now.

Trying to escape his protective hold, and find any way of your skin poking out from under his own needy sex fueled body, you tried to shift your head around. So your cheek was planted on the mattress instead of your chin, which was pretty uncomfortable with Kurt pressing on top of you the more and more he sheathed himself inside you wetly. God it was sloppy. You wondered if he was that sloppy a kisser, you’d probably find out after this. And shit was the sound of both your juices leaking, you were sure that was his pre you got a tiny glimpse of the only split second you dared to look back, making you want to scream, because it made you want to screammmm...

His hold on your upper half was more placid, he was probably so focused on himself anyway, so you managed to slip just your head to face his wall, not missing the way his nose pressed into the top of your spine as wet breaths aggressively blew agaisnt you, from the way he forced himself onto every inch of your skin. It was like escaping a sauna with how hot his body was, enveloped around yours. But when you finally looked to your left, blood pumped through your veins hotly, as you saw in anger, his phone with its flash on, focused directly on the two of you.

You knew he was filming. You knew he wouldn’t miss a chance to immortalise this, but it still made you red.

“Fuck, Kurrtttttt.” You groaned. You meant it to be a groan of annoyance, but with the bubble in your throat there was no way Kurt and his followers didn’t take your groan in the fucked out way it sounded.

“Ffff- fuck yeah.” Kurt panted out, his hands keeping their grip on your body now as he pounded harder. Seemingly, he was done with his little lovey dovey mating semantics. Your stupid words you couldn’t control had boost his ego again, as he lifted himself off you to just grip your hips, and you swore he was looking right where you refused to into his camera. You grunted, face falling defeatedly into his bed, but you didn’t care if it sounded sore or not anymore, God Kurt was annoying...ggggghhh!!!! But fuuuuuuuck if he just hadn’t found your spot. Your pussy clenching desperately and tightly in such an enraptured way, and you couldn’t believe how needy it was for Kurt’s cock.

Now you were panting, pathetically. You couldn’t help but let your head smush onto Kurt’s bed, drowning in his scent of sweat from the air and his sheets, your tits massaging against the covers as you felt Kurt’s thick cock- God had it always been that thick- moving through your walls, hitting every ridge and finally pounding that spot deep inside of you just perfectly. Your whole lower half was heating up, and you were whining.

Only it was outdone by Kurt’s own noises, happiness and horniness overpowering him as he fucked you like his life depended on it. You wondered if yours did. And now you didn’t know if you were clenching around him out of the fear of needing to be Kurt’s good little thing, or if Kurt Kunkle was actually making you feel so good. Maybe the thought of Kurt handling your life as well as your body, really just did that to you.

It wasn’t gonna last for long nevertheless, because now you could feel Kurt not slowing down, but thrusting a little less hard. Not of his own volition though.

“I’m g-gonna cum in you.” It wasn’t a warning. He was informing you. And his audience of his decision. His thumbs stayed rubbing on your ass while his long hands gripped your thighs, pushing you back to him as he drove into you.

You let out a shaky breath with an “O-Okay”, because he was really thrusting into you a lot now, making you jiggle against his bed frame with the speed of them. You could hear the bed squeaking faster and faster and feel the accelerated pull of his dick massaging your walls over and over again perfectly. His pathetic needy moans for you as he never let you go, making you gush earnestly.

His little “Ah-aah!” sounds were what you heard first, and then for the first time Kurt stilled. Pressing your body right into his so there was no escape, as you felt Kurt’s hot cum start to shoot up into you. The velocity of it made you twitch around him, soaking up more of his cum as Kurt whined, emptying all of himself inside you and not letting any of it slip, as spurts of his seed flooded white as deep inside you as he could possibly go.

You couldn’t even hold your hand to your mouth. Your eyes just twitched as Kurt slowly started fucking his cum deeper into you, the abhorrently disgusting slick sounds the only ones in the room now. Definitely loud enough for the camera to hear. You wondered if he was gonna just start up round two without pulling out once, without telling you. But soon he removed himself with a joint groan with you.

Kurt crawled his hand up your back, pinning you down to the mattress and shuffling your thighs to the way he wanted your body, so your ass was sticking up in the air, and less of his own seed escaped. You could feel his eyes watching you though. Some of it was leaking still, and he was just sitting there, observing it. You wished he’d say something.

Instead you felt two soft pats to the fat of your ass, not painfully at all, like he genuinely just wanted to pet you there. And then you heard him shuffling up, you were sure his legs were wobbly from the weird way his walk sounded, and you could tell he’d gone over to his tripod and turned his camera off.

Now your flesh creeped with goosebumps in a harsh chill. You’d done what he wanted. It was over. What was he going to do with you now?

Your picked up breathing definitely made it sound like you were still panting, and you started rocking your hips sorely, but nervously, careful to not spill any of Kurt’s precious cum. You didn’t want him to be mad at you.

When Kurt finally came back over you turned around to look at him, wanting him to see your eyes, wanting to start a conversation with him. But even though you were so exhausted, finally making eye contact with Kurt again only shot a bolt of pure fear through you. Because right in his hands, underneath where his dark eyes intensely lay on you, was his knife again.

Luckily this time, Kurt spoke up. “I’m gonna undo your handcuffs. Don’t move.” He warned you sharply.

But almost accepting the fact Kurt was either going to somewhat free you, or just finish you off, at this point only added to your exhaustion. Honestly you were so tired, Kurt could gladly move you around in whichever way he wanted, even if you did end up in the boot of his car. Through hooded eyes you just hummed out an “Okay.”

Kurt was beaming. You didn’t know if you liked that. He was way too ecstatic, but you couldn’t be bothered to fight as he exchanged your chains, the grin on his face you caught glimpses of throughout slow blinks still there. He lay you face up on his bed, with your ankles locked down at the bottom instead of your wrists.

He was like a kid with a new toy on Christmas, you thought. It was like he had a feeling- or knew- you enjoyed what had just happened too, with him, like you wouldn’t run off, and Kurt would be able to keep you to play with for a while. You guess your original plan worked; Kurt didn’t see you as a threat, and he wasn’t going to kill you.

Kurt lay down on the mattress next to you, jumped on it was more descriptive, his tongue licking his lips as his bright eyes looked you up and down. The eyes you once thought were so attractive. “I’m-‘m gonna cuddle you now.” He said while playing with your hair.

Internally you just shrugged.

For a second Kurt quickly remembered about the quilt, throwing it over you and then himself. You whined lowly at the feeling, which to Kurt was akin to praise, snuggling towards you.

Kurt wrapped his sweaty hand over your shoulder, before dragging you closer to him. He was so warm, and he was only wearing boxers. You still had your shirt on but he must’ve taken the rest of your clothes further down off, when he was doing your ankle retsraints. Fuck you hardly even noticed. You did recall how soft his hands were, exploring your legs though as he moved around. Of course you remembered that part.

Kurt seemed happy and it was weird. His hand wrapped around your waist, bundling you close, almost like he was going to keep you safe throughout the night. Even though you knew the only danger here was him.

His other hand continued playing with your hair, little noises flying from his lips as he softly pet you, stroking through it and caressing down your cheeks, and occasionally neck, just like he’d always wanted to do. With someone, with you. His toned legs entangled firmly but nicely with yours, tying you down further, as he simultaneously held you more. Like he was holding onto you with every part of his person.

You couldn’t see yourself fighting anymore. You weren’t even particularly mad about that fact anymore. You just let your own eyes watch him, even as he smiled to you at that, biting on his wet bottom lip, fingers eagerly moving some ragged parts of your hair to your side.

Post nut clarity finally hit him in this one almost calm moment, as his knuckles stopped white against your collarbone. “Wait, c-can you get pregnant right now?” His eyes blew wide.

“No.” You said matter of factly, still recovering partially.

Kurt smiled to you in response, a movement that made your eyes feel less drowsy. “Great.”

Oh shit. You should’ve absolutely said yes. Because he was definitely going to keep cumming in you now.

You’d just become Kurt Kunkles own personal cum sock...

And who knows how long he’s gonna keep you chained up there for. Looking into his excited brown eyes, you could see he definitely liked the thought of filling you up and up again with his cum till you were puffy every single day. But then you thought, strangely, you kinda liked that too.

Even though you didn’t cum. But you could teach him. Why did you want to teach him?!

Why did you not want to care why.

Kurt held you closer, nuzzling his face into yours warmly. He pulled back a few times, checking your expression before always smiling and going back to pressing his eyes, nose, lips into your own. Lips grazing against your cheek in a series of slow, wet kisses, that travelled all over your face in a haze wherever his mouth had decided to fall against you. But his face always remained fondly and needily against your own.

Who knows how long you’ll stay. With or without the chains.

Kurt pulled away only one last time, before he’d snuggle himself close into your scent and warmth for the rest of the blissful night, an adoring but serious look on his face, with some anxiety, as you could barely hold your eyes open, just enough to watch him move around you. “I love you.” It was his first time ever saying it. And simultaneously it was a promise to you. Although of what even he wasn’t really sure. He just knew he had to say it, because he was sure this is what love was, and he had it for you.

You hummed back tiredly. “I love you too.” It barely slurred together but you could tell by Kurt’s happy breathing as he attached himself so bindingly anchored, and then his kissing up and down your face, that he had heard you. He’d probably have his first kiss with you tomorrow. You didn’t care anymore. You felt, what you would have identified as unnerving previously, safe in his arms and legs right now. And you liked feeling this calm. Because Kurt’s version of loving you was sure better than being treated like his other passengers. Maybe because somewhere along the way, Kurt had started to only make you feel good.

You didn’t think he’d let you go either way. Maybe right this second, or maybe just some day soon, you wouldn’t want him to.

#pls read the tws before this one!#citrussy #Kurt Kunkle/reader #Kurt Kunkle fic #Kurt Kunkle x reader #fic #Kurt Kunkle #spree 2020

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arand0mdutchgirl · 8 months ago

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what fic should I REupload?

Due to using some lines of fics in my debut queer scifi romance novel I deleted 4 (long) Rwrb fics. I've been getting requests to reupload 2 of them. If enough people want me to I will rewrite them (need a few people who want it because it takes a lot of time🤣) without the lines I've decided to use for my debut novel.

So what fic should I REupload?

For context; until forever falls apart is the sequel to this fic: "Tell me ai got it wrong somehow"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55959529

(The one where Alex finds out a girl he slept with is 8 months pregnant, but Henry, his boyfriend of 6 months, thinks he said 8 weeks)

The second fic was "the story of a romance torn apart by fate", it had 4 chapters, was about 12 k words and had taylor swift songs and albums as titles since I posted it for the rwrbxerastour event

For context:

#henry fox mountchristen windsor #prince henry of wales #alex and henry #rwrb alex #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #rwrb fanart #alex x henry #rwrbedit #rwrb film #rwrb book #rwrb trailer #rwrb cast #rwrb movie

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dhr-ao3 · 11 months ago

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Cupere

Cupere https://ift.tt/4RwNKGs by mlkincaidbooks It's Eighth Year and Draco Malfoy is just trying to graduate. Valentine's Day is today and the last thing he wants to do is think about someone he'll never deserve. But when someone slips Hermione Granger an Ancient Roman lust potion, he finally has a chance. A chance to be the hero. As the day progresses, things do not go according to plan. He punches a Seventh Year in the face, makes new friends, gains forgiveness, nearly goes back to Azkaban, and discovers that he should probably pursue a career in Potions. He also finds out what Granger sounds like when she comes...but that's besides the point. [REVISION & REUPLOAD] Words: 3201, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Original Characters, more characters will appear Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Rape/Non-con Elements, Lust Potion/Spell, Pining Draco Malfoy, Protective Draco Malfoy, Autistic Hermione Granger, Depression, Smut, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Praise Kink, soft dom draco, you won't escape a grinding scene in this one either besties, mildly toxic draco, More tags might be added, Illustrations included, Explicit Consent via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/VuHSidQ April 08, 2024 at 08:50AM

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maximuswolf · 10 months ago

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Shadow of War QOL Mods reupload: Orcs Don't Speak; Equip All Skills; Remove Challenges to upgrade items

Shadow of War QOL Mods reupload: Orcs Don't Speak; Equip All Skills; Remove Challenges to upgrade items Idk if this breaks rules, doesn't seem like it but I'm a lurker not a poster. Forgive me if I mess up. Also, I'm posting the descriptions of these mods from memory, so take it with a grain of salt. Lastly, I posted screenshots of my installation folder for those of us who prefer visual aid. The paths to them start with "K:" instead of "C:", this is just my External Hard Drive. Don't worry. If you need to get to your Shadows of War folder, right click it in your steam library, click "manage", then "browse local files".https://ift.tt/3qvcuQs to ReaperAnon for Item Challenge Remover, Multi-Skill Equiper, and the DLL loader that supports both. I don't remember who did the Orc Voice remover, but if someone finds out, I'll edit this post.DLL Loader: A library mod that allows the Item Challenger and Multi-Skill Equip mods to work.Item Challenge Remover: Removes the quests you go through to upgrade the gear you find, so you can just upgrade it with credits as soon as you find it.Multi-Skill Equip: Allows you to activate all 3 of the skill modifiers around a base skill. Note that not all skills work properly when you do this, but most do. Feel free to test, you won't break anything, but a tip would be that if the moves directly conflict, it won't work. So you can't inflict Fire AND Poison/Ice damage with one move. You can, however, equip moves that allow you to CHOOSE between Shadow Strike OR Shadow Kill OR Shadow Drain, for example. By default, you use this mod by holding CTRL and Left Clicking skills you want to add. This can be changed in the multiskill.ini file by opening it with Notepad.Installation: C:\SteamLibrary\steamapps\common\ShadowOfWar\x64The 'Plugins' Folder and 'bink2w64.dll' should be in the same folder as 'ShadowofWar.exe'. 'Item Challenge Remover' and 'Multi-Skill Equip' should be inside the 'Plugins' Folder.https://ift.tt/XU3MWdk I believe this is the file that makes it so that Orcs don't rant before a fight. They usually scream in the cutscene and then attack. This makes encounters go much quicker, as their little battle cry only takes a fews seconds compared to their long-winded rants. Not every rant is removed, but most are. If this doesn't work, lmk, and I'll go digging for the file that does.Installation: C:\SteamLibrary\steamapps\common\ShadowOfWar\presentations.arch06https://ift.tt/sMCwTlt this helps. I've been using all of these since October, 2022 without issues. I tested all these today to make sure nothing had been broken by some update or another. It all worked without stress. I hope this gives you all as much fun as it did me. Submitted May 13, 2024 at 10:17AM by Tristamid https://ift.tt/I2cOdvB via /r/gaming

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solifloris · 1 year ago

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DAY6 x DAYS GONE BY (singing room)

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wwwcapricorncom · 3 years ago

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“I Want To Play A Game”

Second part to the Ghostface series | Apart of Kinktober 2021

Ghostface Series Pt. 1 is here (you don’t have to read them in order!)

Who is under the mask this time ;)?

REUPLOAD BC IT GOT FLAGGED UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKFJKJENKJRFNKJEB so run the likes and reblogs up again ???? T^T

Description: You didn’t think that flirting with Ghostface in a haunted House would leave you so... helpless.

➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting. Use of the words- ‘daddy’, ‘brat’, ‘slut’. Characters are aged up. MINORS DNI.

wc: 5.4 k

You walk past the line of excited and partially tipsy college students to the side entrance that Jirou had told you would be on the north side of the building. You thought you were running late, but had received a text not too long ago from her, saying the opening of the haunted house was going to be pushed back an hour or so and to take your time. The problem was that you were already just about there when you had received the text so you figured you would still go inside to aid her and the others in setting up the room within the house.

You had figured you’d easily stumble upon the evil doctor themed room or that you’d see someone who, by your costume: a rather dark themed slutty nurse, would point you in the right direction. However, after aimlessly walking into the wrong rooms and not seeing anybody occupying them, you started to feel a bit lost. You remember her saying that you all would be on the first floor, so you are confused as to why you haven’t discovered them.

At this point, there is one room left and to the right of the door, on its wall, is a large glass mirror. You feel it is fitting of the theme so you fling the door open and see that it is dimly lit inside and only decorated with some light blood on the walls and a table in the center which seems to have restraints on it. The door closing startles you enough to make you yelp which alerts the other person in the room.

“Holy- holy shit I didn’t see you there-

You stop talking as the person turns around and you see who they are dressed up as, “oh Mr.Ghostface how original.”

“And what are you supposed to be?” The person inquires and you can hear the dull, unimpressed tone that laces his voice even though the voice changer.

You pout, walking up to him and doing a little twirl before his eyes, “c’mon Mr.Ghostface I’m a slutty nurse can’t you see or should I give you a better look?” You tease and you can hear him click his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re too eventful. It’s annoying enough that I have to participate in this haunted house. I can’t handle you too-

“You don’t mean that, do you? I’m sure you were just sitting around here bored, why wouldn’t you want to have some fun. Matter of fact, I have some time to spare too!” You giggle actually very amused by the person under the mask. You loved the game of not getting enough attention from someone acting high and mighty just for them to succumb to you eventually. You were also eager to see who you were going to be able to sink your claws into, what unsuspected boytoy laid under that mask.

“It was quiet when you weren’t here though.” He states as he crosses his arms over his very defined chest. He is only wearing a black t-shirt so you can see the definitions of his upper body not to mention the muscles of his strong arms. Black ripped jeans adorn his long legs as you calculate he must be about 6 feet or so. All contributing to your throbbing cunt at this point.

You feign ignorance, “quiet and boring.” You say as you cross your arms too.

He sighs as he starts tapping his foot on the floor, “what do you want from me?”

A wicked smile forms on your face as you say, “duh to play a game!” All the while meaning much more provocative activities. If he didn’t have a mask on then you would have seen how he rolled his eyes, but bit his lip at the naughtier idea that, too, popped up in his mind. Maybe this could be fun, he starts to think, after all he has always had his eyes on you. A lot more than he’d like to admit and low and behold you come strutting into his room, just asking to be put into your place.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Hello you’re the one who is Ghostface, you should know.”

“Hmhm… I see... What's your favorite scary movie, Miss nurse?” He asks and you just about die hearing the condensing tone in his voice. You lick your lips, as you look up at him about to spew an answer.

“The one where the man dressed as Ghostface fucks the little helpless nurse.”

Now, knowing that you two are in sync in your desires, the man decides it’s really time to have fun, “I’ve never heard of it.” He smirks and you pout, rolling your eyes and backing away from him which makes him chuckle.

You start to pay attention to the decorations in the room a bit more in detail as you scheme something up to provoke the man, “you’re a bit mean huh?” You mutter finally nearing the table in the center of the room.

Your eyebrows knit together as you try to figure out how one would be restrained to it before it finally comes together. A small hum comes out of your mouth as you lean forward so that you’re bent over on the table. Breasts press against the wooden top as you place your hands through the little metal clasps.

“Is this how your dirty little contraption works?” You laugh as you shake your ass a bit, but halt quickly as you feel his presence behind you. So suddenly.

He’s clasping the constraints in a flash, so that your wrists are bound to the table while, rasping a “no” as he fixes you just how he wants. You’re shocked at this, not understanding how he switched from being so uninterested to alert. You start stuttering, “h-hey what are-are you doing?!”

He’s only humming at this, bending down to catch your ankle and clasp it to one leg of the table before doing the same to the other. By the end of it, you’re effectively confined to the table with legs spread apart, “this is how it works”.

Your heart is hammering against your chest as he runs a finger up the back of your thigh, admiring his work before reaching the frilly skirt that very poorly covers your ass. He wastes no time in flicking it upwards to expose your cute red panties, licking his lips as he notices the darkening wet spot on them. How cute.

“Ah, you’re a lot quieter now I thought you wanted to make a movie?” He coos and all you can do is stutter, completely flustered by the change in dynamics. How did he get the upper hand? You think, skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to trail his finger over your flesh.

A harsh slap lands on your ass and you just know the skin is reddening and rising as you let out a cute pained, moan. “Answer me, do you want to continue?”

You whimper attempting to shake your ass for him as you nod your head which lies on the table, “this is nothing I can’t handle.” He shakes his head and lands another slap to your ass loving how it bounces and bruises so easily under his touch.

“What a modest nurse, good then, I'll enjoy seeing just how far you can go.”

Something about that makes your stomach bloom in hot anticipation as he pulls down your red panties, a rush of cold air hitting your cunt and making you squirm. You can hear the floorboards creak under the pressure of his dirty converse shoes as he squats down behind you, using one of his fingers to spread your pussy lip.

“Fuck.” You whisper, loving how exposed you are to him, knowing that some stranger is watching your pussy hole clench and unclench with the want of something as it grows wetter.

He whistles lowly at this, impressed by “how much of a dirty little slut you are.” He then runs two fingers up your pussy and it makes you quiver a bit which he enjoys, watching those sweet plush thighs and full asscheeks jiggle in his face. Gosh he’s going to wreck you just right he thinks.

He stands up abruptly and bends over you so that his chest is against your back before weaving his middle finger through your soaked folds, “this is pretty sinful of you baby”. He states as he increases the speed of his finger, finally allowing it to rub against your clit.

“Don’t care, don't care I-I just want them inside.” You state wagging your ass from side to side in hopes that he would listen.

“I'm going to make a brat like you understand how to act in the presence of a real dom.” He growls as he pulls his finger away from your cunt to slap it roughly and you gasp loudly, jolting forward some.

You begin to protest again, “but- but I want it already. Stop teasing me!” He only chuckles, his eager bulge under his jeans beginning to press against your folds. The friction makes you optimistic as you both begin to grind into each other. His coarse hands grabbing your hips to further the rolling of his hips even thrusting into you which creates a soft omph noise.

“Now the games really start…” He mumbles and suddenly he’s swirling two fingers around your clit, “If you listen to me, then you’ll get to cum very hard tonight. If you don’t listen then you’ll be very disappointed. Understand?”

You nod your head slowly while starting to indulge in his ministrations which causes him to grunt before yanking your head up by your hair. Your eyes fly open because in the same instance of his pulling, he’s plugging those two fingers into your pussy hole.

“Use your fucking words when I’m talking to you.”

You choke on a moan, “ye-essss yess! I understand!”

“Good girl.” He replies loosening his hold on your hair as he starts to rake his fingers through it, massaging your scalp where you’d have an undeniable ache because of his yanking. You couldn’t help but feel oddly warm and turned on by his approval, succumbing to his actions.

He is good at multitasking in this way as he gently massages your scalp, but starts to completely piston his middle and ring finger into your pussy, “fu-uck yes yes!” You groan bouncing back into his fingers now wanting to push them further in, wanting them to touch your g spot.

He would have scolded you for acting without his permission, but the way your ass bounces on his fingers is something he is starting to relish, watching the flesh ripple upon every impact with his hand. The masked man finds himself wanting to see more, so he starts to twist his finger around in your pussy, knocking into your sweet spot and making you cry out.

“You’re leaking so nicely right now.” He purrs, “your fingers are so l-long!” You state as he starts to curl into your g spot, abusing it repeatedly as if he was smashing a button over and over again. Your slick is running down his palm and wrist as you start to fall victim to his fingers.

He picks up on this like a pro, “are you about to cum sweetheart?'' he asks, getting close to your ear. The weight of him against your back again, his warmth, just heightens the orgasm that was approaching.

“Yes, ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum!”

He snickers at this as he pumps faster, only uttering one word at that moment: “Don’t.” You, through the fog of it all, try to turn your head to look at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion and strain, “w-why, what do you-

“I’m not going to let you.” He cuts off your rambling as he pulls his fingers out of you, making your legs shake as your orgasm trickles away, so close to having bubbled over. Your lip quivers and he’s snickering all over again, “I’m just training you baby. You waltzed in here like such a fucking brat it would be a shame if I didn’t correct you!”

As you’re trying to find the right words to articulate how angry you are, he squats down before your pussy again. Your anger starts to dissolve as the hairs on your body stand to attention because you can feel his breath on you. That means his mask has to be slightly elevated if not completely off. Just as you're about to try and turn your head to get a better angle he’s smacking your thigh, “keep your eyes ahead or else.”

Biting your lip, you decide to obey and he's quickly pressing his lips to your pussy which has your back arching. A long “oooo” leaves your lips as he begins to make out with your pussy, his own soft lips moving as if he were making out with an actual mouth. He gulps a few times before sucking and slurping again, suckling your folds into his mouth and between his lips where he pulls at them slightly. “-taste amazing”, he speaks into your folds.

If you weren’t restrained right now then your hand would be on his head right now, stuffing him as far as he could go, not caring about if he could breathe because he was damn good at this. When he pulls back again he spits on your clenching hole which makes you moan, the feeling of his hot glob of spit strategically landing right on your entrance before he starts spreading it around with his fingers was making drops of sweat form on your skin.

He slips them back in again before warning you, “don’t cum.” His voice was low and raspy and it was oh so familiar. If you weren’t being such a slut in lust right now you’d surely be able to identify him, but any intelligence is lost when he starts to pump his fingers into your tiny hole while sucking on your clit. He’s growling and moaning in harmony with the squelching of your obnoxiously soaked pussy.

“How a-am I not supposed to cum?” You shriek as he starts to get harsher and sloppier with his movements, pumping into your g spot ever so deliciously while shaking his head from side to side in your cunt. You’re reaching your peak when he starts lapping at you with a hot, flat tongue feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap.

“I can't, I'm going to- cum!” You yell and as soon as this leaves your mouth, he leaves you. The frustration makes you ball your hands into fists.

“This shit isn’t fair!” You shout and he tsks pulling your hair swiftly again, “that fucking mouth of yours is such a problem.” He harshly let’s you go before making his way to the front edge of the table, walking up to it so that his struggling, defined bulge is in your face. You flick your eyes back and forth between it and his masked face.

“I’d be impressed if you can handle this. In fact it might even warrant a reward.” He states as he pulls his shirt up, holding it under his chin as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. You ponder disobeying, but you weren’t in a position to act much bratty plus you were more than ready to cum and if that meant seeing this through a bit more then fine.

He’s yanking down his underwear and jeans slightly, allowing his big cock to slap against his stomach and your face. You can see that the pretty, pink tip has already started leaking with precum and you’re quick to swipe at it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck- very good girl.” He groans as he thrusts slightly forward, making his cock slide into your mouth before he hesitates then pulls entirely back out.

“Look, um the safe word is Halloween okay?” He’s serious too not having any intentions on letting whatever the fuck this is get out of hand and you slightly swoon, “thank you”.

He hums at this, realizing you’re very cute in any context as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as a signal to continue. He grabs his throbbing cock and pushes it into your mouth, but doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. Your nose presses cutely to his pubic bone as you gag, legs shaking as he moves to retract only half way, watching as you inhale sharply. Your eyes are glassy already and they squeeze shut when he thrusts back inside.

You’re moaning and trying to swirl your tongue and suck him as he starts to find a pace to quite literally fuck your face to. He’s tightly cupping your face with both hands as he starts to rhythmically snap his hips forward. You only have a few seconds in between to breathe and your throat is beginning to raw, but you like the way he is using your mouth like his own plaything. It turns you on and has you getting slicker by the second.

At one point, he bottoms out in your throat and puts his hands on the back of your head, keeping you there for as long as you can hold before he starts to feel you pulling back. He frees you, completely pulling out of your mouth where you can’t help but sputter, saliva dripping from your mouth and his cock.

“Puker those sexy fucking lips up for daddy.”

And you do, sniffling a bit to collect yourself before puckering your redden lips, he groans before taking his wet cock in hand. He pumps into his fist a couple of times as you watch in awe before slapping it against your lips. He smears your saliva and his precum everywhere- on your lips, cheeks and nose.

When he starts fucking your mouth again, he’s moaning subtly as he picks up the speed feeling his own release nearing.

“You’re talking daddies cock so well, fuck yes you are.” He mumbles bending over you to start to toy with your pussy again. To show him you like it, you start bobbing your head faster to his thrusts as he starts to insert his fingers inside you.

As soon as you feel them fully slot inside, you’re moaning contently around his dick, the vibrations making the man’s toes curl as he starts to fuck into your mouth harsher. You’re a gagging, moaning mess working on pleasing him while also focusing on how he’s attacking your sweet spot again. You didn’t need much now, no, you’d cum without even giving him a warning. It’s your plan. He will be too distracted.

Your legs start to shake so harshly, your mouth producing more saliva as you literally drool at how hard you can feel your orgasm coming. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you almost go slack about to be overcome by pleasure when he does it again.

Completely pulls away from you. Ruining yet another orgasm.

A sob so harsh rips through your gut as tears fall from your eyes, “awwwww” he coos while grabbing your face in his large hands to make you look up at him.

“Now this. This is a broken brat. You look beautiful like this.” He is fake pouting under the mask.

“P-please daddy I’m - I’m ready to not be a brat. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m sorry. Just please please let me cum!” You throw out everything you think he wants to hear and then some and he’s utterly satisfied, bending down and resting the side of his face against the wood table, mimicking yours. Neat black painted nails reach out and wipe away the fresh tears that have fallen from your teary eyes “hush hush baby, no need to get all worked up especially after how good you just took this cock down your throat. Daddies going to keep his promise.”

You sniffle a bit at this, moving into his touch unsure on if he is telling the truth or not. He can sense your weariness as he stands up and walks around the table so that he is finally against you again. He wastes no time in gripping his member in his hand and rubbing the tip against your folds, “You believe daddy right?”

If possible, you arch into the table even more ass sticking out as a jolt of pleasure rips through your body at the micro action, “I b-believe you!”

He’s smirking at this as he pushes the bulbous tip in your needy hole, making you cry out while spit pools in the corners of your mouth and escapes down your chin as he pushes further inside. As soon as his hips smack against your ass and he is fully plunged within your thirsty walls your vision is spotting. You cum hard, ignoring how he struggles to hold back a moan of surprise as you shake violently.

“Did you… did you just cum?” He asks truthfully dumbfounded by this and you're apologizing profusely.

“I-I - I’m so sorry daddy please I couldn’t help it, just feels so good- please don't stop please please-

He’s cupping your throat now as his other hand bunches the fabric of your skirt to aid him in his upcoming onslaught, “shh sh sh...such a sexy slut for that. You go ahead and indulge in this cock. I want you to remember everything, how every fucking vein feels.” He states as he begins to snap his hips into you slowly, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds you up by your throat.

Each thrust is calculated, rubbing every crevice as you start to moan unceremoniously. Whoever the fuck this is, is teaching you a new meaning of sex and he knows it as he starts to choke you harder.

“Agh, agh fuck I love this, I want you to use me alll the time.” You whisper, nails digging into the wooden table in attempts to not pull against the restraints. He’s adding more force behind his thrusts now, slowly retracting only to plunge back in with teeth chattering force as you grow dizzy. Just when you feel your vision closing in and your face growing red from lack of blood flow, he releases your throat.

He’s next to your ear in an instant, kissing it softly, “your pussy feels amazing,” he raspily states before trailing his tongue from your ear down to the middle side of your neck. He places a wet open mouth kiss against your flesh before sucking it between his teeth, lightly biting and sucking to nurse a bruise into the soft skin.

“Attention Haunted House workers, the test run will begin now. Please be ready to run your exhibition.” A loud voice sounds throughout the building, making your fluttery eyes snap open.

“What's that?” You try to sound concerned, but it comes out breathy and light as he continues his attack on your neck.

He does not stop his actions, snapping his hips into you more roughly while talking against your skin, “a test run”, is all he says before he’s cupping the underside of your chin to make you look up at the wall before you. It is the one decorated with the mirror, “that’s a double sided mirror, we can see out but they can't see in.. unless I press a button to start the exhibition.”

You feel your legs wobble as the sound of voices start to fill the hallway, “should I turn it on so everybody can see how much of a nasty girl you are?” You try to formulate sentences, getting more aroused and embarrassed by his lewd idea, as you shake your head profusely.

“Why not, you're enjoying yourself so much. You're literally strangling my cock right now.” He taunts as he begins to rub your clit, “I'm going to let everybody see.”

“No daddy don’t please!” You plead just as people walk in front of the glass, “did you hear something?” They say as they get closer to the mirror, tapping it slightly just as he rams his fat cockhead into your g-spot.

Your eyes cross and he covers your mouth just as you’re about to scream out, “if you don’t cum quietly for daddy then I’m going to let them see me fuck you stupid”. He murmurs, lips pressing against your ear and you nod rapidly. He lets go of your mouth and continues to rub at your clit while fucking into your gspot. Your jaw drops as you try to not make a sound, a part of you not caring if someone sees how blessed you are right now, watching the people peer at the glass awaiting some horror spectacle. It’s only then that you really try to focus your eyes on the people behind the mirror. Your body heats up even more as you watch your group of friends, the entirety of the male Bakusquad, tap on the class.

“Do your friends know that you're such a slut, hm? It's crazy that they have no clue a slut like you is spearing herself so desperately on a cock just on the other side of that glass. I bet you want to make a fucking noise. To get caught all stuffed stupid and bound.” He states through clenched teeth as he rapidly flicks your clit with his fingers, making you cum on his cock for the second time that night. Mouth agape and eyes in the back of your head, you can’t even manage a squeak through how hard you’re cumming, you feel his pumping slow as your upper body goes slack on the table.

Your breaths are shallow as you lay, cheek smashed on the table, dizzily watching your group of friends retreat down the hall. “I swear, guys, that was supposed to be Hitoshi’s room!” Denki tries to explain to the group as they walk further down the hall and your pussy twitches even harder if possible around the length as your eyes widen.

“Oh no… I've been exposed. Not that that slutty little pussy of yours cares.” He deadpans with a cool and collected cockiness. You can hear the mask plop to the floor as he rubs your thighs, trying to do anything to turn that dumb little brain of yours back on.

You on the other hand are trying to muster up the courage to look him in the face, you two weren't particularly close, but had a couple of classes together. He was just the hot, quiet guy that tagged along with your group sometimes… not anything like this. As you throw a glance over your shoulder to take him in his fingers stumble upon something that is tucked into the front side of your skirt and takes it out, out of curiosity. A smirk spreads on his face as he sees a thermometer and stethoscope, he looks at you, surprised that you are able to even look at him and decides you can handle some more. After all he still does owe you one more orgasm right?

“Is the nurse feeling a bit under the weather? You look like you've gone through a lot. Mind if I.. take your temperature?” You're barely paying attention, tongue tied by how fucking hot he looks right now. Purple locks disheveled every which way as low, bag rimmed eyes bore into yours. You gulp, preparing to talk, to say anything when he plops the thermometer in your mouth which surprises you. “What are you-

He’s hushing you and making sure you keep your mouth closed until the item beeps and he takes it out, “only 98.1, that can't be accurate, right Miss Nurse? Good thing I know of a more accurate place I can stick this...”

Your ears perk up at this as you go to stand upright, only to remember that of course you’re still fucking bound. He chuckles as he spits on his fingers, lathering up his index finger before he starts to softly rub your asshole.

“H-hey you c-can’t I’m too sensitive!” You try to protest, “it's hard to tell if you're serious with how much your pretty little asshole is puckering.” Your cheeks burn red at this and you feel him place the cold metal tip of the thermometer at your asshole. He pushes it inside swiftly which makes you moan loudly before he stuffs his still erect cock back in your pussy.

“AGH UH I-I CAN’T!” You squeal as he pushes the thermometer further in your ass while bottoming out inside of you. Your cunt is squelching and drooling all over him as he gives you a few shallow thrusts while toying with the device, testing it out by pulling it out a bit before shoving it deeper into your tight hole.

Your uneven panting and moaning is enough indicator for him as he starts to fuck you barbarically now, anybody who walks past will surely hear, as the device beeps again. “It- fuck- says 101.2. Fuck baby y-you’re burning up inside. Because I’m fucking you so good, huh?” He is in awe at how aroused you are, how much wetter you have grown not to mention how your walls quiver around his cock while hugging it so snuggly. It’s affecting him almost to a lethal degree, but you’re no better. You’d like to say that you weren’t enjoying this all the more now that you know who is treating you so well, but that would be untruthful. He starts to push the device further inside, never slowing his thrusts- too mesmerized- and you begin to babble with a sense of urgency.

“If- if you, shit shit, keep pushing it deeper then you’ll-

Before you can finish the thermometer presses against your g spot in the same instant that his cock is kissing it so sweetly. The combination rips a scream from your lungs as your body basically heaves, shooting a stream of cum all over the floor and the man's shoes.

The force of your gushing, pushes his cock out just in time as he paints the floor and your ass with his sticky thick cum, watching as you shake so violently “holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit”. His voice strains and shakes as he continues to pump his cock not thinking he could produce so much ejuculation, every spurt providing immense pleasure.

By the time he is done, you're laying there dumbly, breath hitching erratically as you try and bring yourself back. His cock is screaming with sensitivity as he wipes it clean and fixes himself, panting as well. He's quick to grab some supplies that he was planning on using for the haunted house to clean you up, gently wiping your lower regions before fixing your clothes. Then he's unclasping your restraints and sitting you on the table as you both collect yourself quietly.

Just as he’s about to speak, there are knocks on the door and he throws one look at you, silently asking if it’s okay to open to which you nod, pulling out your phone and ignoring the millions of messages you have. You’re fixing your makeup when Denki comes inside talking about how he knew this was Hitoshi’s and Neito’s room and asking where he was. He started explaining how Neito was running late when Denki finally saw you.

“Hey y/n I think the girls were looking for you what happened? I didn’t know you and Hitoshi were acquainted!”

The tall man only softly chuckles at this in response as Denki continues, “watch out man this one is fierce!”

He looks at you, allowing a relaxed, almost lazy even, smirk to spread across his face while his eyes flick up and down your body. You can't help but press your legs together, you can practically feel him inside you all over again and you almost want to mewl in response to his look.

“I don’t think I have much to worry about right, y/n?”

Nobody would have guessed that that was the night Hitoshi became such a good daddy to you.

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butchsophiewalten · 2 years ago

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New Things in TWF1:

Most of us probably know by now that Company Introductory Tape was reuploaded last night, but a bit more has been done to it than just replacing the offending footage that got it removed in the first place. Short walkthrough of everything new and notable under the cut:

The first thing we see is black & white footage of a rabbit in a forest grazing on some grass, with text in the top left corner reading ">STOP" and then ">REC", which I think might imply this was a pre-existing tape that was/is being recorded over with BSI's Company Introductory Tape.

The video is otherwise identical until just after the six minute mark, where the previous footage of Brian driving on a grass-and-car-tracks makeshift road to Saint Juana's is replaced with with different footage of him driving on what could pass as either a dirt road or a really shitty asphalt one. It's the same again until we cut to the inside of K-9, where we get shakeycam footage of Brian looking at pictures on the wall in ornate yellow-gold frames. These are immediately evocative of some similar pictures we've seen hung up in Bon's Burgers in previous episodes and in teasers for TWF4, but none of them are the same as any we've seen so far. (These photographs likely were hung up in Bon's at some point, though, hence their relocation to the K-9 facility.)

The first we see is this photo of Felix, with what my brain wants to assume is an mostly-uncovered animatronic mech next to him. (The arm is easy enough to make out, but the vague blurry mass of colors near where the head should be makes me want to call this Sha, with just her head on?)

Next, Brian pans his flashlight over to this photo of Edd & Molly. Not too much to note about this, except i see what might be a picture on the wall behind them? Wherever this photo was taken, I want to assume it's either the inside of the Walten residence or the inside of Bon's Burgers.

The camera cuts to static for a few seconds before we're finally shown this photo. In my opinion, from right to left, it seems to contain Jack, Charles, Rosemary, Susan, Felix, and someone I have to assume is either Chris or the mysterious N. Pooltrick. There's a figure in front of them, either an adult sitting down or a very short person, who I want to say is Linda. Other possibilities could be a young Sophie with her hair up in pigtails (this seems the least likely to me, we've never seen her dressed like this at this age.) or the Lily mentioned by Boozoo in TWF3.

The footage as Brian runs away from Bon is also changed, where he appears to be running blindly into the forest, rather than running down any sort of path. We continue as usual until the last image of the episode before the credits roll. This picture of Jack Walten: the clearest one we've ever seen of him.

It holds on him for an entire 20 seconds as Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy plays in while the background behind the image slowly blooms to white with an intensifying static sound. There's what appears to be a bit of red coloration in the center of his face, though it could only be discoloration from the VHS filter. Then there's only static with text reading ">REWIND"

The last small change we see is Martin censoring the credits of his own name to read only as "Martin", which I think pretty definitely confirms that his previous pseudonym is defunct and no longer accurate.

#the walten files #there's another little thing i'm noticing that's /not/ new but i noticed it today and i've never seen anyone talking about it #but i wanna poke at it a bit more before i say anything so i dont get anything obviously wrong like an idiot #that said if theres anything obviously wrong in this post feel free to call me an idiot

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afrosimtricsims · 4 years ago

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k-evans-reads · 2 years ago

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In Living Color

Chapter 15 - Part Two

Pairing: Chris Evans x Pixar Animator OFC Natalie Marton

Word Count: 6,044

By: @k-evans-writes and @ourfinest-hour

We do NOT give permission for our works to be reuploaded, translated, or reposted on any other site. Our work is our own.

Warnings: None.

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November 25th, 2021

“Okay I think these pants are going to have to be unbuttoned after that meal,” Chris sighed as he leaned back in his chair, looking at the empty dishes scattered around the table in front of him, a slight yawn escaping him as his arm rested across the back of Nat’s chair.

“Honestly that was a rookie move,” Zach laughed from the opposite end of the table, pointing a finger at Chris as he smirked. “You should have just worn sweats.”

He held a hand up, informing him, “Normally I do but I didn’t know Hungarians went this hard on Thanksgiving.”

It’d been a great day already – one that Chris knew he’d never forget. The entire trip together back to Nat’s hometown had been memorable, but spending the day in and out of the kitchen with her father and family, taking the kids on a walk around the neighborhood while Alex and Zach tried to get Jack to nap, helping put together a Thanksgiving meal, all while seeing Nat entirely in her element…. There was nothing like this to Chris.

Even now, once the meal had been enjoyed, with the big kids patiently playing in the living room before dessert later on, Chris looked around the table. He saw the faces of everyone he’d grown close to in the past few months, but especially in the past week together. Not for the first time, he considered canceling his flight in the morning to Orlando, but he knew it was for the best. His own niece and nephews had spoken to him non-stop about the trip this weekend and he had some obligations to fill there anyways, but he wanted to stay in this bubble with Nat, in the place no one expected him to be right now, giving him a bit more privacy than he’d be afforded normally. He got to walk around with the kids, play with them in the yard, run to the store with Ryan earlier, all without a second glance over his shoulder.

“Now you’ll know for next year,” Ryan laughed as he ghosted a hand over Jack, then glanced over his shoulder into the living room to check on the kids.

“I can’t even think about next year,” Alex admitted, her hand resting on Jack’s back as he slept happily against her chest. Chris’ eyes dropped to the baby, shaking his head again as he saw the turkey-covered onesie he was wearing…. Courtesy of his Auntie Nat. “This little thing will be a year old by next Thanksgiving.”

But Nat spoke up from next to Chris with a shake of her head, decisively telling everyone, “No, I decided that Jack is going to just stay a baby forever. I’m not going to let him grow up.”

Chris laughed quietly, looking at her with an amused expression while Eric informed her, “I tried that with you and it didn’t work too well.”

“Speaking of next year though, what are you going to be doing then, Nattie?” Heather asked curiously, leaning forward. “When is Lightyear done?”

“Well I’m on Lightyear a little longer than I have been in the past because I’m the lead designer for Buzz so I’ll see it through the whole way,” Nat explained with a shrug. Chris listened to her with a faint smile, so proud of what she’d already done on the film and what he knew was only coming in the next few months. He wasn’t excited about the film for any selfish reasons, like finally getting to work with Pixar on a beloved franchise, but instead he was most excited to see what all Nat’s hard work – along with Mark, Jamie, and everyone else he’d met at Pixar – was leading to. “I’m officially done in Lightyear around February or March and then I actually don’t know what I’ll be doing. There’s a few things in the works but I haven’t been assigned to any yet.”

His voice was quiet as he curiously asked her, “Is there anything you’re hoping to work on, baby?”

Nat shrugged, thinking over his question for a moment. “I mean, I always like to work on things with Mark and Jamie,” she began with a smile.

“Your work husbands,” Alex amended with a smirk.

“Yeah I like when we’re all working on the same project because it gives us an excuse to hang out all day at work,” she smiled fondly at the thought of her two best friends that Chris knew were more like family to her than anything else. Nat pushed a stray curl out of her face and tucked it behind her ear before shrugging, “But honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve liked getting to be the lead designer for Buzz but it’s been so grueling so I think it’d be nice to have something a little bit lower pressure but we’ll see.”

Chris saw the way that Alex smiled as she first looked at him before her eyes settled on her younger sister, “Yeah especially because I have a feeling you’ll be busy traveling to Boston more often.”

And just the thought of that had Chris’ heart warming. Entertaining the idea of Nat coming back to Boston and spending moments just like this but with his family was enough to have him melting inside, selfishly just wanting Nat every moment of every day and he turned his head to look at Nat smiling softly at him while he honestly spoke, “I like the sound of that.”

“I want to go back soon,” he heard her sweet voice while his thumb rubbed softly against her shoulder as Nat told her family, “We had a really good time.”

Unable to stop himself from bragging about the woman he was so wildly in love with, he looked around the table and asked,“Did Nat tell you guys what a splash she made at my friend Tara’s halloween party?”

“She just sent us a picture of her dressed like a guy and you half naked,” Heather shrugged as if it was commonplace, making the table start to laugh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a curly head move forward as Nat leaned against the table, putting a hand up next to her mouth as she mockingly whispered, “He just used Halloween as an excuse to show off his body.”

But Chris felt a smirk cross his lips, knowing that he had a comeback to her statement, reminding Nat, “And you used it to have a mustache.”

“Yeah how does it feel to know what your girlfriend looks like with a mustache, Chris?” Ryan couldn’t help but laugh as he sat back in his chair, amusement dancing all over his face.

Jokingly, Chris held a hand out, pulling the family’s attention to him while he managed to keep a serious tone while he teased, “Hey, I thought we agreed not to talk about it? Nat’s insecure about her mustache.”

With a roll of her eyes and a playful shove to his chest, Nat rebutted, “A minute ago you were ready to sing my praises about your friends liking me so how did the conversation shift to this?”

“Well when you dress up with a mustache for Halloween, the material kind of presents itself,” he insisted while a round of laughter passed over the table. But as much as he loved teasing Nat, adoring the way she’d shoot those quick remarks right back at him, he wanted to take a moment to tell her family that she loved so deeply just what a splash she’d made in Boston over the one weekend she’d been there. He wanted to tell them about all the texts he’d received, telling him how great all of his friends thought she was. He wanted to tell them how his sisters had told him that he better not fuck this one up. He wanted to tell them how his mom had tears in her eyes when she told him just how special she thought Nat was and how she was so emotional over seeing the deep love they shared, but in the larger group, he decided to sum it up with, “But seriously though, I’m sure you all won’t be surprised that everyone instantly fell in love with her.”

With a soft hum right before Eric took a sip of his wine, he finished his drink and commented, “Doesn’t surprise me at all.”

Chris couldn’t help but lean over to press a soft kiss to Nat’s blushing cheek, just needing to express wordlessly how much he loved her, but once he was sitting upright in his chair, he let a hand fall to her thigh and gave it a soft squeeze while adding with a playful smile, “Although everyone said they loved that she was good at busting my chops so maybe I don’t love that as much.”

“You love it and you know it,” she quipped right back, completely unfazed by him as she smirked, “You wouldn’t know what to do with me if I was just nice to you all the time.”

Nodding in agreement before sipping at his beer, he conceded, “It would be a shame to waste all that sarcasm you have stored up,”

“I’m the youngest, it comes natural.”

Just as Chris opened his mouth to spar right back, Heather walked in from the kitchen holding a bottle of wine and called out, “Hey muscles, come open this for me,” but when her husband Ryan started to stand up, they all saw her hold up her hand and clarify, “I meant Chris.”

“Wow, I got replaced so easily,” Ryan just rolled his eyes while sitting back down as Chris stood up and held his hand out to take the bottle of wine that she had and then sat back down next to Nat.

Heather just shrugged, “Sorry but when I have the choice between you or Captain America, I’m not picking you.”

As if in cue, Chris tugged at the stuck cork, struggling to get it out before accidentally using a little too much force and causing the cork to crumble in the neck of the bottle.

“Look what picking Chris got you,” Ryan immediately pointed out, a shit-eating grin on his lips.

Over everyone’s laughter, Zach leaned back in his seat, his eyes far less soft than they’d been as he stared at Jack only moments ago. “Yeah way to go, Evans,” he added.

Chris held his hands up innocently while Heather began digging around in drawers, finally emerging once she found a small strainer. “In my defense, I normally drink beer!” Chris tried to defend himself, taking the bottle in hand as he and Heather tried to get the rest of the cork out before they strained the wine.

He caught Nat’s eyes with a slightly guilty look on his face while she shook her head with a smirk. “Wine and him don’t mix well,” she began, and Chris’ cheeks warmed as he realized what she was insinuating. “Last time I had wine with Chris, he almost knocked my teeth out and spilled red wine on my white sweater.”

“You’re never going to let me live that down are you?” He asked as he rolled his eyes, listening to Heather as she asked him to start pouring the wine into the glasses through the strainer she held.

“Will you ever let me live down locking myself in my apartment?” Nat incredulously asked, her voice raised as he smirked down at the counter while pouring the wine for everyone.

He glanced up through his lashes and across the room at her, informing her, “Oh definitely not.”

“Wait hold on, Nat you locked yourself in your apartment?” Ryan asked, a befuddled look on his face.Chris nodded while he and Heather grabbed the wine glasses, carrying them to the table and handing them to everyone.

“Yeah and I had to climb in her fucking window on the second floor to help her get it unlocked!” Chris laughed as he sat down next to Nat, his voice booming and amused.

But his language didn’t go unnoticed as Ella’s head bounced up from where the kids were in the other room across the open living space, her eyes narrowing as she called, “That’s a bad word, Chris.”

As everyone laughed and Chris acknowledged that the eight-year-old was right, he apologized to her. Everyone else was preoccupied with listening to Carson as he slid into the dining area, rambling about some minor disagreement between himself and Ella with a pout on his face when Nat’s hand landed on Chris’ arm. “She’s right,” she whispered, Chris straining to hear her over the laughter and reassurances to Carson. “You better clean up that potty mouth of yours.”

Chris arched a single eyebrow at Nat, moving his arm so he could grasp her hand as he murmured, “Really? I was under the impression you liked it.”

“Yeah but you better save it just for me,” she shrugged, taking a long sip of her wine with a slight smirk on her face.

Once Carson’s plea for justice had gone unfulfilled, he went back to playing with his cousins without another word. Zach turned to Chris and Nat, telling them, “Okay Evans, I want to hear this story.”

He was more than happy to delve into the story of Nat being locked in her apartment, sparring no detail as he retold everything from Scott having to lift him up to telling all the items Nat had tried to shove into the lock to get it unstuck. The family was all howling as he comically told the story, none of them being surprised by the crazy situations that would constantly befall the youngest member of the nuclear family. But as he kept talking and watched everyone laughing, Chris couldn’t help but just let it sink in how good this felt. How good it felt to be in this family as Nat’s partner, feeling as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Chris had dreamt of having a family of his own for a long time. He wasn’t shy about saying that he wanted a wife and kids and had known that for a long time. Deep down he knew that although he had yearned for it, he hadn’t really done a lot to make it happen. He wouldn’t lie, he liked his freedom and being able to do what he wanted, say yes to any project that interested him, and just go straight home to Boston any chance he got. But somehow with Nat, it just didn’t feel hard. In fact, saying no to things or spending time away from home felt easy, as long as he was with her.

Those feelings were still swirling in his chest as they stayed seated around the table, laughing and talking before the dessert, apparently something their late mother had been famous for making, was brought out and dispersed around the table. Once all the plates were empty and the evening growing later, everyone started to disperse from the table, Alex going to change Jack, Eric being pulled into the living room by Carson to help move his train tracks, Ryan taking out all the garbage while everyone else started stacking plates and taking them into the kitchen to get cleaned up.

Zach was loading the dishwasher while Nat turned on the hot water to fill up the sink, ready to scrub the more delicate glassware as Chris stood next to her, prepared to dry each one. She had just added the soap in when Lily wandered into the kitchen as the adults moved around to clean up. Chris watched as she lingered by Heather who was folding the placemats to put away but then saw the little girl turn to come over to Nat, wrapping her arms around Nat’s legs as she leaned against her.

“Auntie, will you come paint with me and Ella?” She asked, her voice more confident and secure than Chris had ever heard it.

Nat smiled down at the little girl but then nodded towards the sink and picked up a wine glass in her hand. “I will as soon as I’m done with these dishes,” she promised Lily.

“Auntie Nat! I need your help!” Ella’s loud voice carried through the open space. Chris couldn’t help but chuckle at the smile on Nat’s face and the way Heather rolled her eyes, but as Nat got to the task at hand, he grabbed a dish towel.

“I’ll be there in a little while Ella!” Nat yelled back, just as Lily went back into the living room.

“But I don’t know what colors make green!”

“Mix the blue and the yellow,” Nat instructed, handing Chris the first of the glasses, then quickly amended, “But only use a little bit of blue!”

Ella was quiet for a moment until her voice yelled back, “Blue and what?”

With a soft laugh and a nod toward the living room, Chris suggested, “Nattie, why don’t you just go with the kids and I’ll do this.”

“No, it won’t take long,” she shook her head, hands deep in the soapy water.

“Baby… just go,” Chris told her, tapping her hip with his hand and nodding his head towards the living room. “I’ve got this.”

He could see the reluctance in her eyes but when he pointed out how few glasses there were and assured her it wouldn’t take him more than a few minutes, she eventually conceded and rinsed her hands off before going out to fold her frame into the tiny child sized table where Ella and Lily had their paints all spread out.

Chris meticulously began working on cleaning each and every glass before stacking them on the drying rack. But with each turn of his head, he caught a glimpse of that gorgeous smile that belonged to his Nattie as painted with her two nieces. His blue eyes lingered on the way that each of the girls got up to lean against Nat’s sides as she wielded the paint brush and showed them a specific technique, making their eyes grow wide in amazement before scurrying back to their seats to eagerly try it on their own. He felt his heart melting as they completed what she’d shown them, proudly pointing at their artwork as they looked at Nat for her approval which she poured over them with her praise, noting each thing that she was proud of them for doing on their artwork.

But when Lily moved over, climbing in Nat’s lap, he knew he was an absolute goner. He didn’t even pay attention to the water running as his eyes stayed fixed on Nat who rested her chin on Lily’s tiny shoulder, their faces resting together as Lily painted. Nat chatted with the two girls while they both worked but he saw Nat’s arms come to wrap around Lily’s waist, holding the little girl on her lap and in a need for affection, Lily moved her hand up to rest on Nat’s cheek, just wanting that soft touch but seemed to forget that she had that paintbrush in her hand, leaving a big streak of red right next to Nat’s eyebrow.

He saw the look on Lily’s face, eyes wide in embarrassment while Ella watched on with eyes just as wide, knowing they were supposed to be careful with their paint and instead had accidentally started painting their aunt. But he saw the tension instantly diffused on the kids face when Nat just burst into laughter before taking the paintbrush to put down on the table before playfully teasing Lily as she tickled the little girl, her laughter and squeals filling the room as Ella tried to jump in on the merriment. Chris swore he could practically see the deep love shared between them all but it was the other thought that stirred in his heart that had tears starting to sting a bit in his eyes.

Chris pictured this being them one day. The girl in Nat’s arms being their own daughter with his pale skin and her wild curls and magnetic personality who was giggling as her mother played with her. He couldn’t wait for the day when he’d get to go out to their living room and find this same scene and hear their daughter squeal, “Daddy, help me!” and invite him to join in on the fun. Chris felt like it was right there, at the tip of his fingers, and although he knew that although that moment likely wouldn’t come for a few more years, he wanted it more than he could even fathom and couldn’t hardly wait for that day to come.

November 26th, 2021

Nat’s brows furrowed as she surveyed the various snack options in Heather’s pantry, trying to decide between pretzels, chips, or popcorn. She could hear her sisters’ laughter from behind her as they queued up the latest episode of their favorite franchise of Real Housewives, but she emerged victorious with a bag of popcorn in hand, turning to head back to the couch.

Just as she stepped around the kitchen island and into the living room, Alex looked up at her and told her younger sister, “Nat, your phone is buzzing.”

“Can you hand it to me?” She asked, sitting down on the couch with a sigh. The relative silence in Heather’s home was well welcomed after the last six days of chaos, but with Chris’ departure early that morning – as he slipped out of her bed early that morning, only waking Nat just enough to kiss her and tell her that he loved her before he and Ryan headed out to meet his chartered flight. The rest of the day, once she’d actually woken up, had been lazy and quiet, only more so now as the sisters headed to Heather’s home a few miles away from Eric’s to spend a night alone together for the first time in what felt like years. Meanwhile, Eric, Ryan, and Zach had a night of their own – only with the kids and a newborn in tow – as they watched a hockey game. As Alex glanced down at Nat’s phone screen, Nat told her, “Or just tell me who it is.”

Heather rolled her eyes as she sat at the opposite end of the couch, a glass of white wine in her hand. “I think we already know it’s Chris,” she reminded Nat.

“You don’t know that,” Nat sighed, but couldn’t help but feel her heart skip a beat at the insinuation as Alex handed her phone over.

“I think I do,” Heather laughed, quietening as Nat read the message just as the show started. “Who is it then?”

“...Well… it’s Chris,” she conceded, but the smile on her lips only grew as the show got ignored in favor of Chris. She enlarged the image he sent, turning her phone so her sisters could see. “Look, he sent me a picture of the fireworks at Magic Kingdom! I’m going to tell him that this feels like he’s rubbing it in though, it’s not fair he’s at Disney and I’m not.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t go with him,” Heather murmured, her brows furrowed as she met Nat’s eyes after looking at the picture. “Did he not invite you because it’s his whole family going?”

“No, he wanted me to go but we decided it might be better if I don’t,” Nat explained, shrugging a bit as she typed out a reply and locked her phone again, reaching for the bag of popcorn. “Chris always has someone recognizing him and taking his picture at Disney World so since we’re still keeping things private, we thought it’d be better if I didn’t go.”

“I’m kind of surprised people recognize him out of context,” Alex commented as she reached across to dig her hand into the bag of popcorn to toss it in her mouth. “Like I mean, I get Chris is good looking and all that but when he has a hat and a sweatshirt on, I’m surprised people can pick him out of a crowd.”

With a simple shrug, Heather added, “Well obviously they can because they certainly did on Sunday at the game when that guy tweeted the picture of Chris getting beers in the concourse,”

“See, that’s what I mean,” Alex pointed out through her mouthful of popcorn, swallowing before commenting, "I'm surprised that people can know it’s him when he’s just at like a regular thing.”

“They do, and Chris hates it,” Nat muttered, picking a string off of her sweatpants, knowing just how much Chris hated that he couldn’t have a regular life but it was an unavoidable fact and Nat explained, “But it’s just part of his life, unfortunately.”

Heather and Alex were quiet for a moment and Nat had turned her attention back to the women arguing on the television, but before her full attention was captured, Heather quietly asked, “...Are you okay with that?”

Nat shrugged, feeling a defensive flare inside of her as she took a long sip from her wine before she reminded them, “It’s not like I have a choice.”

“Nat… you do have a choice,” Alex disagreed, reaching for the remote before she paused the show. She and Heather turned to face Nat fully, concern on their faces as Alex added, “I mean, are you okay with all of this? Are you okay with living that kind of a life with Chris knowing what it is going to entail?”

Nat nearly shrunk under her sisters’ stares, unsure what caused the sudden concern from them. As her eyes moved down to her lap, she thought over their words – about if it was fair to her to get excluded for fear of their privacy being invaded, for having to live so privately to protect this new relationship between them. In doing so, she found herself going back to what she and Chris had begun calling their ‘bubble’ – where they had privacy, they got to be themselves, all without fear of being shared online for millions to see and critique. All along, they’d both shared that they never wanted to leave that safe space, but Nat suddenly realized that this hiding and secrecy would never stop if that was the case. Being with Chris felt easy in some ways and incredibly challenging in others, but in order to have every bit of each other, one day – maybe even soon – that bubble would need to not exist anymore. They couldn’t be all in without not fearing what may happen if they were seen together, and the hyperfixation on his, and eventually her life would never go away, but that was okay. Because as long as they had each other and trusted that at the end of the day, the only voices that mattered were their own, it’d be worth it.

“Look, Nattie don’t get me wrong, we all love Chris. Spending time with him this week has really made all of us see how great he is and let us see how much you both love each other,” Heather began, interrupting Nat’s realization and drawing her attention back to her sisters. They were looking at her with the same concerned looks, but Heather’s eyes were worried and protective as she explained, “But I love you and I just want to make sure that you know what you’re getting into with this. There’s a lot more involved in this relationship than normal.”

“We’re here for you every step of the way, Nattie, but I think it’s something you do need to think about,” Alex told her, a sympathetic smile on her face. Nat knew this wasn’t a ‘We’re your older sisters and have been through this before’ talk, but more ‘We’re worried about what toll this may take on you’ one, and a lump at her throat formed at that realization. “Because if you can’t handle it, it’s probably better to know that now both for your sake and Chris’.”

“It’s just so hard,” Nat admitted while tilting her head back to rest against the couch, tears stinging at her eyes, swallowing the lump in her throat as she poured out her heart to her sisters, “When we’re together here or in Boston, or even when we’re at his house in LA or my apartment, it feels so normal and so… right. But then I mention that I’m going to Disneyland with Mark and Jamie after work and remember that he can’t go. Or when we go out to dinner and he asks for a table in the back. Or we take Dodger for a walk and I see him looking at everyone with a phone out to see if they’re taking pictures.”

“I know it’s hard, Nat,” Heather sympathized, reaching out to put a hand on Nat’s leg comfortingly, “And I think it’s something none of us truly understand just what it’s like.”

“...Do you guys think that I shouldn’t be with him?” she wanted to know, wondering if there was something she was missing. Heather and Alex had been more than just sisters to her for her entire life, having stepped in and filled some of the role of a mother to her. She knew how deeply they loved her and only wanted the best for her, making her want to hear their advice and Nat asked, “Do you think it won’t work out?”

“That’s really not for us to answer, Nat,” Heather reminded with a shake of her head but then tried to clarify, “And I don’t want this to sound like we’re trying to sway you to break up with him either. These are just facts that we want to bring up because we love you and don’t want to see you get hurt not even by Chris, but just by the lifestyle he comes with.”

Nat’s voice was full of emotion and she used the sleeve of her sweatshirt to wipe away the tears slipping out of her eyes as she honestly said, “I just love him so much.”

“We know you do, Nattie,” Alex smiled at her little sister, knowing just how happy they’d see Nat during her time with Chris and was honest when she said, “And seeing you two together makes us all so happy.”

“It really does,” her eldest sister nodded. Nat looked at them through her teary eyes, Heather reaching over to squeeze her hand, “We completely see how much you guys do love each other and Chris really, really is amazing.”

Nodding in agreement, Alex continued, “He absolutely is and he’s so right for you. We just are concerned about the toll the things that come with him might take on you.”

“If I’m being totally honest, I’m a little worried about it too…” Nat trailed off with a sigh. She’d be lying if she said that she’d never thought about it before, wondering what it really would be like if everyone knew they were dating. Wondering what would blow up online and wondering if she could truly handle it when it came down to it.

“We know how much you both love each other but I think the question we just want you to think about is if it’s enough. Is being with Chris worth everything that comes with him,” Heather tried to clarify.

Alex nodded as she looked between them both, pulling the blanket up farther, “We’re not trying to say that it isn’t, we just want to protect you and make sure you go into all of this with open eyes.”

“No, I know you guys are and it means a lot to me,” she told them, giving them a tiny, emotional smile as she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. With a shuddering sigh, she added, “I love you both so much.”

Heather smiled as she looked at Nat, squeezing her hand again and assuring her, “And we love you.”

“And we support you in any decision you make, always,” Alex interjected, trying to quell any lingering doubts in Nat’s mind as a sheepish look landed on the middle sister’s face. “We’re not trying to push you to make a big decision either, we just want you to think on it.”

Just as Nat began to respond to her sisters, her phone started to vibrate furiously in her lap. When she flipped it over, she was able to see Chris’ name across the top of the screen, just over his contact picture of him, from several months ago, flipping her off with a smirk on his face as he cooked them breakfast back in Los Angeles.

With a short apology and explanation to her sisters, she slipped into Ella and Lily’s playroom, shutting the door behind her as she answered his call. She wasn’t surprised to see him in his hotel room given the late hour on the East Coast, but the dopey grin on his face as he saw her made her heart race.

“Just so you know, I’m not forgiving you for rubbing the fireworks in my face,” she laughed, her smile only growing as his own laughter echoed through the phone loudly.

He smirked, shrugging as he reminded her, “Well you wouldn’t have forgiven me if I didn’t send you a picture either.”

But before Nat could even think of a comeback, she heard a groan from Chris’ side of the call and before long, Scott’s raspy voice called out, “Don’t forgive him for anything, Nattie. He’s an ass.”

She smirked to herself as she saw a frown instantly appear on Chris’ face as he rolled his eyes, asking his brother, “Don’t you have your own room?”

“We were going to watch a movie!” The loud protest echoed through the phone.

“Well now I’m talking to Nat!” Chris shot back, waving a hand behind him at the door to the hotel room as he plopped down on his bed with a tired sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, I know I get the shaft when Nattie’s around,” she couldn’t help but laugh at Scott’s protests.

“Lucky for you, Chris decided to ditch me and not bring me to Disney World,” Nat said a little louder as she propped her elbow on her knee to hold up her phone so she could see her screen easier.

“I didn’t ditch you! We talked about it!” he loudly protested with an amused grin on his bearded face.

“No, I’m pretty sure you ditched me,” Nat smiled, the emotional turmoil that she felt only moments earlier now completely washed away as she looked at his gorgeous face.

Nat couldn’t help but laugh at the over dramatic eye roll and look on Chris’ face once again, but as Scott yelled out a goodbye and left Chris’ room – “Finally,” as Chris muttered – and they caught up on each other’s days, she found herself latching onto that feeling he gave her once again. The feeling that with every microexpression and comment, she relaxed more and more and felt more at ease than she did with anyone else. She knew she still had a lot to learn about Chris’ life and world, and she’d yet to fully know what it’d be like if they did go public, but the only thought in her mind as she looked at him, smiling and laughing as he recounted a story from their day at Magic Kingdom, was that this man was worth any ounce of stress anyone else tried to place on her.

Once Chris’ yawns grew more frequent and his laughter quieted down, they said goodnight to each other and he promised to call around the same time the next night. She knew there was a giddy look on her face as she left the playroom and headed back into the living room, but Alex and Heather paid her no mind as they restarted the episode, handing Nat a fresh glass of wine and shifting the blanket back to cover her lap.

As the show went to a commercial break and Alex reached for the remote to fast forward, Nat’s voice quietly admitted to them, “...He’s really really worth it.”

A/N: We hope you enjoyed a glimpse into their Thanksgiving with the Martons! We truly enjoyed writing it and cannot wait to hear your thoughts ❤️

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Osh Cabin House

A little house which i built while thinking about cottage living, but now that i look at it, it would fit more to... anything but cottage??? anyways, there's some stuff i put that makes it kinda farmer's home but feel free to use however you want i mean there's no rule ( ﾉﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ let's say it's my version of cottage lol

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Patreon Masterlist

These are exclusive fics that you can read on my Patreon!

* = complete, ^ = in-progress, + = will be posted on tumblr, (s) = smut (implied or mentioned) writing count: 78 pieces

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This is a reupload of my masterlist with sneak peeks of each piece so you know what's up :D

Multi-Part Series | One Shots | Drabbles | Extras

* Unwavering (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) - 6.5k, the one where harry cheats (again)

"Right. Maybe we can go out tonight to grab some dinner," She suggested, a hopeful glint in her eyes and he almost felt guilty for putting her on the back burner of his mind. "I really have to go, baby," Peeking his head around her frame, he spotted the untouched toast and apple juice resting on where he should be. "I'm sorry."

^ + Roommate Series (3) (4) (5) (6) - 9.8k, the one where harry and y/n are roommates

He sighed, “I finished my coffee ages ago. I was just waiting for you to finish studying so we could leave together and go home,” Y/N dropped her fingers from his wrist, slouching the slightest bit as butterflies attacked her stomach. “Don’t look at me like that. I just wanted you to get home safe,” He nudged her forehead with the ball of his palm, his face contorting to annoyance.

^ + Notes on Camp (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) - 16.5k, the one where harry and y/n are camp counsellors

Y/N looked around to be met with puckered lips and clenched hands as the campers practically requested for her to kiss their favourite counsellor. Wide, hopeful stares were willing her to commit.

“Alright, alright,” She bent her upper body to reach his cheek, licking over her lips once before pressing it on his skin. It was only a quick peck and then she pulled back. He stayed unmoving.

Jacky and Emy poked their finger at him on opposite sides. His cheek dimpling with their small indents. “Maybe you should do it again?”

* Friends Don't (1) (2) (3)- 3k, the one where lines are crossed

“It’s Harry Styles fanfiction on Tumblr,” She suggested a conversation, shyly smiling in embarrassment. “I can see that,” He murmured, using his thumb to scroll through the rest of the story, “It’s . . . interesting. People write these about me?” His retort made the situation seem like an utter surprise.

* Digress, Progress, Regress Series - 5k, the one where harry falls out of love

Y/N wondered if there was a chance to fixing what has been lost--what has disappeared as the canvas soaked through in a permeated osmosis. Coating the brush of blue with white paint took several layers to completely cover the mistakes. There had to be an effort in wanting to make the faults and errors completely opaque from the eye; the bleary, watery irises soaked with tears, dampening her lashes in a thick haze as she cried.

Tickle Fights (1) - 1.2k, the one where bff!y/n teases harry about his boner

“What’s going on here, Harry?” The light tone of her voice indicated that she was teasing him, paired with the subtle movements of her lower half. Harry whined in response, feeling the blood rush downwards to make him even stiffer. “Does this feel good? Got hard over me straddling you, huh?” It was almost degrading, the way Y/N formed her question yet Harry couldn’t help a whimper from lingering in the air. He nodded, hands sliding down to grip at her moving hips.

Real Mature (1) (2) - part two is patron exclusive! - 603 words, the one where bff!harry and y/!n fight

“You shouldn’t have. I’m sorry for being bitter about you and Ruby,” She rested her forearms on his shoulders in a slant when he stood to his full height. “I know you’re happy with her,” Harry gave her a shy smile that confirmed his words. Ruby is someone special to Harry now and Y/N had to learn how to share his time, attention, and affection. “I reckon I’m just missing you a lot more now,” Y/N’s tone was sad and despondent, trailing her gaze to the floor where she almost chuckled at Harry’s fuzzy bunny slippers which she had gotten him.

^ Fine Line Series: Adore You - 1.1k the one where harry and y/n are friends with benefits

Still, with her back against the wall and Harry’s fingers still gripping her hips—she waited for his response. I told you I loved you. Say it back, Y/N thought. “I love her, Y/N,” He mumbled against her neck in a drunken stupor. So close.

Kinkmas Blurbs (1 - 7) - 4.6k, the one where it’s all smutty

Maybe it was the way that his jaw ticked harshly every time he threw his head back at a particularly good stroke. You wondered what he was imagining that had him bucking his hips to his fist before realizing that the movements would probably cause you to wake up. Still, his hooded lids didn’t peel open—not until a core shaking fondle of his heavy balls forced a choked whine out of his throat.

Harry’s neck snapped to your figure, catching the way you looked at him as if you were in distress that he wasn’t cumming anytime soon—not when you were there, willing and able to help.

“Fuck, love. ‘M sorry,” He mumbled, not stopping the flicks of his wrist. In fact, you swore that you could hear the squelching of his clear pre-cum squishing between his fingers.

The Secretary (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 11k, the one where harry is the CEO and y/n is the assistant (cheating fic)

Two months ago, Y/N unburied a not-so-hidden secret that Harry tried to bury. Two months ago, Y/N walked in on her boyfriend and his secretary fucking on his office table. Two months ago, Y/N experienced everything from pain and discomfort, to disappointment and being scornful. She threaded the line of confronting him or waiting for the day he came forward and admitted it himself. There was a desire for Y/N to see Harry sweat beneath her beady eyes, watching him scratch the back of his pants in a nervous manner. She wanted to hear him stutter as he spat an excuse, she yearned to see him pleading with his gorgeous green eyes for her to stay. Y/N craved for his throat to close up, whimpers choked from his trachea because he was losing his stability as she walked away from him.

(s) Tension (1) (2) - 5.3k, the one where harry and y/n hate each other

“S’that why you hate me so much?”

His fingertips tapped his thigh methodically, crumpling a faint thud against his jeans. With how close they were sitting, Y/N’s bare knee brushed against his clothing. A burn of desire and anticipation lit inside of her like a dose of gasoline another in a flaming hot fire.

Harry shook his head, “Don’t hate you."

Champagne Problems- 4.4k, the one where marriage is a sensitive topic, the 1 - coming soon!

The freshly popped bottle of champagne poured into the flute on the table beside her bubbled and simmered, the sizzling reaction of the golden liquid ignited a moment of realization within her. The reason why her body felt more weighted, why tears filled her glazed eyes, pricking her corneas and threatening to spill down her face. Y/N’s heart had cracked–she was certain that everybody around her could hear it.

One Shot

(s) Achy Back - 813 words, the one where harry draws y/n a bath

A pout sat on her face as Harry stopped himself from ducking his head and catching her plush lips with his, craving the sweet taste of her and her strawberry lip balm. Her arms wrapped around his snatched waist, halting his breath at the tightness of her embrace and settling for a kiss on her forehead, the scent of her shampoo wafting in his nostrils, knowing that she had taken shower hours prior.

A Letter to the Man I’ve Loved - 1.5k, the one where harry receives a letter from his ex

Is it really worth it to look back in retrospect about ‘what had been’ when she can think about ‘what could have been’ if both of them realized their faults? Granted, he was more resilient in that sense than her, but he was no better at the time. She made mistakes and it had haunted her to this day, practically killing her with each moment she spent without him by her side.

Renegade - 981 words, the one where harry and y/n do a tiktok dance

“What are y’doing?” Harry asked, his eyes wide as his large palms ruffled the fluffy towel on his damp curls. The steam from the bathroom escaped to your bedroom where you were panting with effort, your chest heaving so hard that the peaks of your breasts rose with each breath.

“Uh, what are you doing?” You retorted slowly, hiding your hands behind your back were your fingers gripped your phone. Your thumb dug hard on the volume bottom, frantically trying to decrease the music from the phone speaker.

(s) Drop the Towel - 644 words, the one where harry does the ‘drop the towel’ challenge

You gasped at the sight, the knife clanging on the marble counter, “Ooh, hi there,”

He smirked cockily, watching your eyes observe his body, tongue subconsciously peeking out between your lips until you snapped your head to the window, “Oh my god! There are people out there, Harry!” You wailed in alarm, bending over to hand him his towel.

All I Ask - 2.2k, the one where feelings aren’t mutual

“I don’t want to be scared of what will happen tomorrow or if all we have is right now because we’ll have nothing left but I am,” A sob ripped through his throat, emotions were heightened tenfold because she was so close yet so far and they were still Harry and Y/N but at the same time they weren’t. They’ve changed over the span of one night. “All we have is tonight,”

Little Prince - 583 words, the one where 7-year-old harry takes care of his best friend

“Y/N? Y/N! Are you okay? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I swear I wasn’t mad at you, I was just jok- Why are you smiling?” Harry yelped, panic evident in his shrill voice. His hands wandered towards her face, tilting it left to right, up and down, searching for any visible and invisible injuries besides the bump on her forehead.

Stressed Out - 1.8k, the one where y/n has a huge term paper due

“What d’ya mean I don’t get it?” He closed the paperback, making sure to clip in his bookmark to save his spot.

A pregnant pause slithered the room. Her fingers typing against the keys of her laptop ceased as she shot him a glare, “You’re not studying, are you? All you do is write songs, fiddle with a few instruments and sing it in front of people who adore you,”

Valentine’s Day - 1.5k, the one where harry runs into trouble and y/n is there to save him

“Shit! Are you crazy?” Y/N gasped in surprise when the passengers seat was occupied, the door opening and slamming shut all while the car moved at a speed of 15 km/h —cursing her forgetfulness for not clicking the locks shut.

“Keep driving!” The passenger shouted, looking back through the windshield.

Dream With Me - 1.3k, the one where y/n has trouble sleeping

Harry’s admiration gets interrupted when a sudden jolt took over Y/N’s body. He dropped his mouth open a little in shock, rubbing her back soothingly when she whimpered quietly, “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe with me,” She must have had experienced one of those moments when she was falling until her vision drooped to a shaded black.

Pet Name - 1.2k, the one where bff!harry just wants y/n to call him by his pet name again

His voice emulated a soft, syrupy tone that lingered in the air whenever he spoke. He was the colour honey itself–golden and yellow like the colour of the sun. Harry was bright in its sense of intelligence and the way he illuminated the whichever room he entered. His kindness catered to everyone’s needs and left pieces of his heart wherever he went.

Harry was honey.

Shave - 768 words, the one where harry helps y/n shave her coochie

She sniffles some more, “I’m trying to shave, H. It’s so itchy but I-I can’t reach down there,”

Y/N began to sob. The rattle of the razor clanking on the bathtub floor where she sat her bum on the edge. Her baby bump was causing her to teeter over the porcelain which urged Harry to swiftly plant his hands on her to keep her steady.

“I’m so huge! I’m the size of a house,” Y/N palmed the crest of her bump, rubbing it loosely as she admired the stretched skin yet slightly wishing that it would disappear and she was holding their baby in her arms instead.

(s) Don’t Worry, Darling - 1.5k, the one where y/n rides harry

He slipped down the headboard, resting his back flat on the mattress with Y/N sliding with him. She positioned her feet to rest near his knees, wrapping their limbs together so she could have some sort of sanity whilst Harry incepted on his shattering thrusts. Feet were planted on the mattress to give his lower half elevation to propel his hips against Y/N’s core. Harry’s fingers left white marks on her skin, gripping the plush flesh and essentially spreading Y/N open as he rapidly shoved his dick over and over inside of her with no signs of slowing down. He staggered for a few moments when her pulsing core emitted dazing throbs over his leaking cock but Y/N was quick to duplicate and resume the pace he had set with the movement of her hips.

To Be Loved - 2.3k, the one where y/n’s feelings are more than friendly

“I love you. Don’t you love me back?”

Harry’s eyes visibly widened, clearly taken aback by the question spewing from Y/N’s mouth. Her heat cheeks and a shy stance; knees knocking against his knobby ones while her dainty hands interlaced her fingers.

Revelation - 2.1k, the one where famous!y/n and harry are spotted together (pre-relationship)

Before there were Harry and Y/N--the power couple--there was Harry and Y/N.

Y/N, who was one of the most sought after female artists in the industry because of her angelic voice. The woman who had managed to catch the lingering stares of every household and the ears of many listeners with her truthful songs; narrative from the experiences she had gone through and shared through the art of songwriting.

Harry, who was quite the artist for the night. Harry’s limbs were being pulled metaphorically every which to ensure that the cameras captured him clapping respectfully in the audience. Others were asking him to stay for a bit more time backstage for content for an upcoming video. Right now, he was sat in his uncomfortable chair beside a handful of producers and well-known singers. A brief hug and whisper with Ariana Grande were enough for their fans to implode about a possible collaboration, granted that Harry had written a song for her album before. But Harry was certain that that feature wasn’t coming for a long while.

Apple Cheeks - 1.1k, the one where harry says something and y/n isn’t listening

Clearing his throat, he began, “I love you, Y/N. And I know that it might be too soon considering how short our relationship has been so far but I-I really do have strong feelings for you,”

Harry dropped his gaze as soon as he managed to peel off the first three words from his hoarse throat. “You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted to let you know that I really care for you and me. I definitely something for us in the future and I hope you feel the same,”

Dreadful seconds shivered up Harry’s spine. His stare was still fixed on her shuffling feet and the floor. It was painful to hear nothing but silence so Harry decided to courageously lift his head up.

Affliction - 1.5k, the one where Harry breaks down (TW: depressive thoughts)

It wasn’t even that Harry did not know how to say ‘no’ because he truly did. However, anyone would be worn-out by the amount of exhaustion carried on his back. That cold shudder of loneliness--even when he wasn’t alone-- because nobody shared the experience of defeat with him. The twitch of his ears straining to listen when nobody would do the same for him. A subtle jerk of the corners of his lips because he could not keep the smile plastered on his face like paint chipping off the drywalls. The flutter of tired lids waiting to be shut tightly as tears were wrung from his green eyes, lashes tickling his skin underneath the violent colour of his eye bags.

From the Dining Table - 748 words, the one where y/n’s new boyfriend looks a lot like harry

Y/N wondered if her former lover shared the same thoughts as she did. The girl that he woke next to—was she still there? Did they share the bed together—not just in the morning—but the nights as well? If so, did Harry love her like he did with Y/N? Or was he just pretending to be okay like she was?

Blanket for Two - 990 words, the one where y/n kicks harry out of bed

And now, Harry was in bed with the woman he loves. Her light snores echoing in the dim room and he was staring up at the ceiling, shivering in his bones. If she were awake, Y/N probably would have made a snide, joking comment about how he shouldn’t sleep naked, especially in the winter. Not like she didn’t do that either--she was practically naked with the thin camisole over her body. The difference was that Y/N had an extra layer of blanket keeping her warm, shielding her skin from the night air and Harry only had the friction of his palms rubbing against his arms. He was sure that he was a hint away from his teeth chattering. Harry had half the mind to dip his freezing feet beneath the blanket and jolt her awake with the change in temperature.

That’ll show her, he thought.

Around 1:32 - 3.2k, the one where y/n has a wet dream

“What?” Harry spat, tugging his shirt over his head, waiting for you to form a coherent excuse. “‘Think that jus’ because you woke up horny from a dream that y’can touch yourself? What a slut. Are you that desperate?”

Your cheeks flamed at his words of degradation, doubling your arousal and one that had you smushing your thighs together to relieve the ache. You rolled your eyes as he continued his rant instead of using the time to keep you satisfied. That was his job, wasn’t it? To make you cum and make you feel nothing but pleasure, yet here he was shaming you for touching yourself. Granted, you did it without his permission and done so while he was asleep beside you, but still.

“Wouldn’t have touched myself if you treated me well.”

+ Stories in My Eyes - 1.2k, the one where dad!Harry gets woken up in the middle of the night

And while he liked to think that he had gotten the hang of—quite literally— his kid dangling on his leg like some sort of koala, pulling on his hair every time he gave Beau a piggy back ride, and the random visits late at night where the small child would stand at the doorway with his teddy bear so quietly only to say, “Can I sleep with you and mumma?” He was not at all prepared for tonight’s’ events.

+ Feather Boa - 1.5k, the one where harry comes home after the Grammys

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Oh, stop that!”

“Stop what?” Harry nudged the strap of his custom tote bag higher on his shoulder.

“You just won a Grammy, you goose!”

Harry’s gaze softened, endeared at how happy Y/N was for him. She was jumping on the tips of her toes, hands clasped in front of her as she stared at him with admiration and awe.

(s) Roughed Up - 2.8k, the one where harry’s domestic and y/n’s mind wanders

You whimper in return, almost collapsing straight on his body when Harry uses your body to move you up and down his cock. His curls flop on the soft pillow beneath his head, sweat matting the tiny hairs to his face. The way he looks at you with such intensity and a certain kind of awe as if he couldn’t believe that this was really happening is rewarding. Hooded eyes observing how your body twitches in his grip, gasping at how strong he felt underneath you like you were merely a ragdoll to be played wit

Pudding Cups - 1k, the one after harry steals food from the kitchen (Notes on Camp Extras)

“So is it common practice for counsellors to steal food from the kitchen?”

Harry lifts his head up at inquiry, shifting his attention from gently taking out the contents of the reusable bag towards Y/N. She was laying on his mattress, flat on her back as she stared at the wooden ceiling. If she looked closely, Y/N was sure that his light bulb was flickering the tiniest bit and usually, she would’ve been freaking out over the fact that she was in the middle of the woods, hovering over a potential power cut. But the fear subsided once she reminded herself that Harry was around.

“Hopefully not,” He muses with a suggestive eyebrow.

Drabbles:

(s) Drabble #1: Fratboy!Harry - 469 words, the one where y/n meets fratboy!harry at a party

Y/N snapped her head towards the member. When she applied for the rush, she didn’t expect that she would have to sleep with someone in order to officially join the sorority. “What? Why him?

Sadie chuckled, sensing the panic in her voice. “Don’t worry, Harry’s nice. Besides, everybody does it,” She swirled her drink around, mixing the liquids together. Her lashes draped over her cheeks, almost touching the apples. “Are you in?”

Drabble #2: Asshole!Harry - 848 words, the one where harry cheats

You were calm, silent, and patient to see where he would take the conversation. Guilt was not present when you stood face to face in a battle of tranquility that pierced through your heart. His eyes gleamed in concealed smugness while his tongue curled in endless apologies. You knew him too well that he didn’t even stand a chance to hide his true intentions. But to Harry, you were a naive little girl that failed to acknowledge the difference between his acting and the truth.

(s) Drabble #3: Tease - 1.4k, the one where harry teases y/n

Harry plunged two fingers in her hole carefully, biting his lip to suppress the sound he was bound to release from the feeling of her wet walls suffocating his digits. He delivered punctual thrust, making sure to graze her sensitive spot to heighten her arousal. “Harry,”

He stepped back abruptly, pulling his fingers out and creating distance between them. “We have dinner to get to,”

(s) Drabble #4: Dessert - 1.7k, the one where y/n makes dinner but harry wants dessert

His thoughts were always about her no matter how hard he tried not to. And the fact that she took the time out of her day to prepare him something that he will enjoy; well, Harry’s heart just about swelled up to three times the size in his thumping chest.

She pulled away, shaking her head adamantly, “No way! I spent all day cooking and you’re not gonna skip it just to eat my pussy,”

He the corners of his eyes squinted in offence at her description, “Your pussy’s top tier, baby.” Harry ‘tsked’ his tongue, “If yeh didn’t know that already, then I’m doing a horrid job,”

(s) Drabble #5: Mine - 579 words, the one where harry is obsessed with y/ns tits

But he couldn’t exactly do that when all Harry wanted to do was do her. The smooth skin was supported by a navy blue push-up bra; he could tell by the lace mesh that he could see peeking out. It gave Y/N every favour because Harry was trying so hard not to let saliva pool in his mouth and drip out in a line of drool, his eyes widening with each movement she made with her arms, jostling her boobs a little bit here and there.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Y/N waved her arms to catch his attention. A frown creased her brows as he blinked sluggishly before finding enough coherence to recognize that she was trying to talk to him.

(s) Drabble #6: Early Mornings - 1k, the one where harry thinks y/n is prettiest in the morning

“Get to see ya’ when you’re most beautiful,” Harry tickled his nose on hers, smiling at the way the feature scrunched up as she giggled. He groaned at the contractions her walls gave while her tummy flipped in gentle laughter. “Oi! What’s so funny?” He smushed her face with kisses, pausing his thrust halfway through which had her whining.

Drabble #7: Getaway - 952 words, the one where harry is always cold in the mornings

"Y/N, have you taken my purple bathrobe?"

“No,” Y/N tugged the lavender coloured fabric by the sleeves first. Then, by the lapels draping over her chest, drawing them tighter to block the gust of wind currently caressing Harry’s floppy curls.

Twisting his body, a knowing look overtook Harry’s face as Y/N exited the cabin door. The sheepish smile on his lover’s face granting all the information he needed for this morning’s chilly inception.

There she was, clad in the said purple bathrobe.

Drabble #8: A Little Chilly - 451 words, the one where harry sleeps on the couch

“‘S my bed. Dunno why Lydia can’t jus’ stay on the couch,”

“It’s Y/N!” She wailed, walking closer to the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Dear, we didn’t know that you were coming home,” Anne tried reasoning with him, not seeing the gravity of the situation as Harry was making it out to be.

Text Messages:

Text Messages #1 - ‘would you love me if I was snail?’

Text Messages #2 - ‘did you know we had a quiz today?’

Text messages #3 - ‘did you steal my hoodie?’

Notes/Behind the Scenes

Notes: Tarnish

Notes: Stressed Out

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