#the plans aren't looking too great seeing as i just crawled back into bed

[bardengarde]

I am so tired

[kookslastbutton]

Baby Maker ༓ kth (m)

✑ Summary: You're pissed at your husband for being late to your weekly baby-making sessions.

Pairing: husband!taehyung x fem!reader

AU/genre: pwp, fluff, smut, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 2,473

Warnings: light fighting, hard dom!taehyung, slight brat sub!reader, make up s*x, rough s*x, manhandling, bl*wjob, teasing, b**b groping, degradation (taehyung calls reader a sl*t), impreg k*nk, f*replay, penetration, r*ding, d*ggy, d*rty talk, d*ck slapping, taehyung refers to himself as daddy, mention of aftercare, trouble taking off lingerie bc yeah it be a whole process sometimes.

A/N: seeing Taehyung on esquire...you cannot tell me he doesn't look good omg 🙈 anyway this is filthy sooo I'm going to rock myself to sleep now bc i work on the moring, pls enjoy 💞

"Sweetheart, I didn't mean to be late. I'm sorry."

Taehyung stands in front of you with pleading eyes. He tries not to drop his gaze below your neck, seeing that you're more than pissed at him for getting home nearly an hour later than planned. He feels bad about it, he really does. But he can also easily see his favorite fiery red lingerie peeking out of your silky robe, making him all the more eager to show you how he can make it up to you.

"Well that's too bad Taehyung because I'm not in the mood anymore." You tighten your arms across your chest and stand your ground. If your husband didn't look like sex on legs all the time this would be a lot easier nevertheless, he will not be getting his dick sucked tonight.

"Are you kidding?" He gives you a 'really' look before reaching for one of your wrists. "You're always in the mood for baby making. Been in the mood for months. Come on sweetheart, how many times do I need to tell you I'm sorry? Let me make it up to you."

"No." You swiftly pull away from him. "I'm showering and then going to bed." You head over to your dresser to grab a pair of pajamas to change into. Are you being petty? Maybe. But you and Taehyung have been trying for a baby over the past two weeks. So him being late tonight just feels like he isn't taking any of it seriously.

"Don't even think about trying to come in here," you spit, moving to close the door of the master bathroom. Taehyung gives a small sigh before stopping the door with his hands. Your eyes avert to the motion immediately—damn his fingers for being so long and sleek.

"Baby I know I shouldn't have been late, and I know you're horny but aren't we being the tiniest bit stubborn here?"

"What the hell did you say?" You can't believe your ears. "You think this is me just being stubborn and horny? No, this is me-, you pause, scrambling for words. "I'm punishing you!" You point at him accusingly.

"Punishing me by withholding sex? From being an hour late tonight? I get it baby, I do but is that what you really want? To take a shower, then go to sleep." He pushes his way through the door and walks up to you until he's towering over you. His warm blonde locks drape over his eyes— you know how soft they feel in your hands. "Or," his deep honeyed voice teases near your ear as he tugs on one of your robe's straps. "Do you want to take off this useless piece of material and I'll show you how sorry I am?" He sets his hands on your hips, tracing down the fabric of your robe. "I'll let you ride me," he husks.

You bite the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to keep yourself from throwing yourself at him. It's not every night that you're allowed to top with a husband as alpha as Taehyung in the bed. And the way his hands are moving so sensually up and down your sides is making you shudder with arousal.

"Fuck you. Fuck you to the moon and back Taehyung."

"Great, let's start that tonight." Taehyung takes it as a go and you pound on his back with your fists when you feel your whole body being slung over his shoulder. He plops you on the bed within seconds and crawls up to you in a straddling position—thighs on either side of your waist. "I swear to god __, our baby better not inherent this stubborn streak of yours." He starts untying the knot of your robe and prys the material open to slip down your shoulders.

"What baby?" You sit up a little to let him remove it. "The only baby you seem to be making is with Park Jimin. You were at his house all day. Or was it Jungkook? Did you have a threesome with them?"

"For fucksake, no I wasn't having a threesome with those idiots who can't even get their dicks out of their pants." He tosses the robe to the side, cock swelling at the sight of you underneath him in lacey red lingerie and black lace garters—this he did not see before. "And I'm not into Jimin, he's too into his porno films. Now enough whining. I said I was sorry."

"You were watching porn with Jimin?!" Your eyes go large as saucers. Apparently, that's all you heard. Taehyung lets out a throaty growl, more than fed up with your attitude tonight.

"No I wasn't! Stop it. I wasn't fucking or watching people fuck." He holds your wrists down on the mattress to keep you from moving about. "You get so goddamn needy. I didn't realize you could get this horny."

"I told you its not about—"

"Shut up and let me kiss you." Taehyung presses his mouth against yours, biting your lower lip like a sin. You squirm underneath his hold but end up moaning when he slips his tongue into the small crease between your lips.

"Taehyung," you let out a breathy gasp when you feel his fully hardened cock brush against your center. Not much else gets to come out after that as Taehyung continues to lick every corner of your mouth, toying with your tongue at the same time.

It's when he finally breaks from your lips to trace wet kisses along the curve of your neck that you can catch your breath again. His firm hold on your wrists also loosen, but you know exactly where they're moving next.

"Did you really expect me to believe you'd put on my favorite lingerie with these godforsaken garters only to not have your brains completely fucked tonight?" He squeezes your breasts and rolls his thumbs around your nipples, feeling them harden with the friction.

You choose to remain silent this time, slightest smirk on your face which no doubt irritates your husband to no end.

"Don't want to say anything anymore Mrs. Kim?" He fiddles with the front of your bra, specifically the tiny hook that's holding the cups together. "Nothing at all? Just gonna lay there and stare at me with those beautiful lusty eyes?"

"You know I was feeling really guilty earlier," Taehyung rasps, leaning back to throw his shirt over his head. "I was afraid you were actually mad at me and at first I think you were. But..." He reaches to unbuckle his belt. "Now you're just acting like a brat to tick me off."

You bite down a whimper when his cock bounces free, practically throbbing to be inside something. You've taken Taehyung many times with tears streaming down your face, each round reminding you of his massive size.

"Fuck," he groans as he takes himself in his palm. "If you want to be treated like a brat so much then it's your lucky day." He straddles your sides again, the head of his cock falling proudly in front of your lips. "Open," he demands, but you bite your lip; feigning innocence.

Your husband is not impressed, however. "Quit acting like you've never seen cock before," he barks. "You're the furthest thing from a virgin so open up."

Rude, you think before slowly sticking your tongue out until it touches the slit of his cock. You know it'll piss him off but you decide it's fun to keep swirling around the sensitive area, collecting the pre-cum dripping out.

"Shit, don't." Your husband groans and screws his eyes shut to keep himself from coming early.

You should take this as a warning but you're far too pleased of yourself so you continue teasing him, making sure a few purposeful moans slip out as you lick around his tan tip.

"Fuck I'm gonna blow my load in ten seconds if you don't stop. Baby, stop."

You ignore your husband's pleas and wrap your lips around the head of his length, sucking it with determination. As if to counter the filthy action you sparkle your eyes up into his dark ones. You make them as big as you can. Anytime now and he'll-

"I said stop you fucking slut!" The words are barked at you without warning. Taehyung takes his cock from you and slaps it across your cheek. A very sticky substance smears on your face. "Now, get my dick wet or nothing's going into that slutty little cunt."

You widen your mouth to take him deeper at his threat but it's too slow—or Taehyung's too impatient. Either way, his thick length shoves to the back of your throat and starts running in and out of your mouth with a vengeance. You choke at the intensity of each thrust, vision blurring due to the tears building.

"Is it too much sweetheart?' He provokes, beads of sweat line his forehead and a vein threatens to pop from his neck any second. "Too big for your pretty mouth to handle?"

You feel yourself clench as the heavy weight of his length glides faster on your tongue. The anticipation of his release is killing you and though you can't speak, right now, you want your husband to make you look like such a messy whore that his come fills your mouth and spills down your tits. Then you want him to flip you over, prop your ass up, and fuck you until burning hot sensation courses through your body.

While in thought, Taehyung takes the opportunity to slip himself out of your mouth. A string of spit can't help but follow with it.

"But—"

"It's plenty wet now," Taehyung smirks at your obvious distress. He moves to take your panties and garter off next. "Fuck," he swears in frustration. "How do you get this off dammit?" You help him wiggle yourself out of the contraption (which ends up taking a good five or six minutes).

As soon as the lace fabric is discarded, you find yourself quickly being lifted on his hardened member. Taehyung makes sure you're well-supported before roughly thrusting up into your wet cunt. Your breasts bounce to the rhythm he sets, tempting him to go faster.

"I promised I'd let you ride me didn't I?"

"Not—what I—had in mind," you pant. "Fuck, Taehyung you're always so fucking big—ah!" You grip his shoulders when his cock perfectly hits your g-spot.

"Good to see you've found your voice again baby. I was beginning to think you were going to give me the silent treatment this whole night."

"Shut—ah shit—yes, Taehyung, right there! Faster, fuck!" You moan, too caught up in the way his cock is making you feel to care about talking back.

"What a filthy mouth on you Mrs. Kim. No one taught you any manners?" He darts his tongue out to gently graze across a nipple. At the action, you start moving with his thrusts; meeting them in sync.

"So good Taehyung." Your eyes flutter shut. "If this doesn't get me pregnant then—"

You squeal when you're suddenly thrown off his cock and turned on your stomach. With your ass positioned nice and high in the air, your husband can see every trace of your arousal.

"Don't worry about that sweetheart." His cock pushes back into your pussy, teeth nipping at your ear ever so gently but enough to send a shiver down your spine. "Daddy's definitely gonna make you a mommy tonight."

Taehyung caves over you to fully cover your back before picking up the same pace as before. "You want my cum baby?" He grunts. "Want me to fill you up and make you round with my child?"

"Yes-yes." You grip the sheets underneath you for leverage. "Want you to put a baby in me Taehyung."

"Fuck—say that again." He growls and continues snapping his hips. The sound of skin slapping on skin is so lewd but you and Taehyung can't be bothered by the noise when you're breathing so heavily in each other's ear.

"I want you to put a baby in me Tae."

"Louder."

"I want—," you struggle to repeat the words when you feel your walls tighten around his length. Your stomach churns too and the way his cock fucks in you gets seemingly harder to take.

"Close baby?"

"Mm." You barely respond, too focused on getting to your high.

"And to think you were simply going to shower and sleep tonight." He circles back to your earlier argument with the cockiest smirk on his face but it's wiped off as quick as it came when you start grinding your hips to meet his thrusts.

"That's it," Taehyung clenches his teeth. "Get yourself off—holy fuck you feel so goddamn tight around me."

"I'm—I'm coming!" Once the cord snaps in you, your eyes roll to the back of your head. Ropes of your cum drip over your husband's length, covering it completely, and down part of your inner thigh. Taehyung's cock twitches in response and his breaths turn into aggressive pants as he starts chasing after his own release.

"Shit baby, shit! I'm so fucking close. Gonna breed this pussy, tell me you want it one more time baby."

"Mm, yes, want it so bad," you let out a strained moan. "Come in me—ah daddy!" His length reaches a little further this time, making you yelp.

"Shit, you okay baby?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Keep moving. It just surprised me."

"If I go too hard, tell me okay?" You respond with the loudest 'mhm' you can.

After a few more broken groans and profanities your husband finally finishes with his cum painting your walls less than thirty seconds later.

A long sigh of relief leaves both your lips when you roll over on your backs—sweaty, sore, and satisfied.

"Wasn't expecting you to call me daddy in bed." Taehyung lazily hovers near your body and presses a kiss to your lips. You allow his tongue to slip in for a minute before shoving him off.

"Don't get used to it, mister. And don't ever slap me with your dick again. I'm all sticky."

"I'm sorry, do you want me to draw you a bath?"

"You best believe I do."

"Yes ma'am." Taehyung goes to get up but he falls back down. "Can you give me like ten minutes first? We went a little hard tonight, I can't really feel my dick."

"You sure about that?" You reach over to gently grip his length.

"Shit—hurts baby."

"Sorry." You grin, not sorry at all. "I'm sure it'll be fine in the morning."

Taehyung looks at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "Are you kidding? It'll be fine by the time I get you in the bath."

A/n: ...goodnight 😇

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[viktoriaashleyyx]

Lucien is here and he is hearing some things he needed to hear. Most of this is fluff.

This is a pro Tamlin, anti Rhysand self insert revenge fic. All characters belong to SJM, but she wasn't treating them right. Tam x reader, Tam x Rhysands Sister (OC), First person narrative. This will also reference Elucien and Neris in the future, but we aren't there yet.

I've read this like 4 times today alone, and I honestly don't think any tws apply. Let me know if I am wrong about that. It does include references to grief and death.

Ch1.

Ch3 > Ch5

Chapter 4:

As the morning sun shone through the massive windows in Tamlins - no, our- bedroom, I untangled myself from his arms and sat up to stretch. I didn't actually plan on what I would wear here, I had no clothes.

I sat with my feet dangling off the edge of the bed, looking out the window, lost in thought of what is to come next. Tamlin awoke and sat up behind me, pulling my hair out of the way to plant soft kisses down my neck and shoulder. His gentle touches brought me out of my daze and back to the present. “I don't know what I am going to wear today..” I shared.

He sighed as he crawled out of bed to stand in front of me. He took my hands, and just held them as I looked up at him, his strong broad shoulders almost blocking the sunlight pouring in. “I might be able to help with that,” he whispered, pulling one of my hands up to drop a soft kiss on the back, “however, I am a little nervous, I had never expected to show this to anyone.” I cocked my head and my expression changed to curiosity.

He helped me to my feet and began leading me to the other armoire in the corner of his room. I had never paid much attention to it, there was so much furniture in this manor I was going to have fun snooping through. “I never fully healed from, what I thought was, your death. The day you left, I encased my own heart in stone, knowing I could never replace you. I spent many years mourning you, the grief was unbearable at times and the stone helped keep it at bay, just enough to save face and carry on with the duties that were expected of me. Many times, I tried to move on, and there were many ways I tried to cope. Some days…" he took a breath, "I would be out shopping and I would see a dress, or a necklace, or bracelet that would make me think of you and I would allow myself the delusion of you being at home, waiting on me to get back. Just for a fleeting moment. And I would buy the dress and imagine your smile when I gave it to you.” I kept my face soft as I listened intensely, trying to encourage him to continue. The pain he must have experienced was… I don't have the words. It broke my heart to see the longing he held for me for so long. He opened the closet, and inside were hundreds of dresses, in all different colors, lengths, and materials. Some were formal, some would be great for a cozy day inside, some I could imagine wearing on a trip to the villages. My mouth dropped open as my face filled with awe, both at the beautiful dresses he took such care in picking out, and the sentiment that he never fully lost hope this entire time. “I allowed myself this little collection, it made me feel like I hadn't given up on you. Something always told me to hold on.”

He began pulling individual dresses out to show me the thought he put into them, “I always remembered how grumpy you would get when fabric was too close to the spot on your back where your wings sit, and your favorite colors were green, pink and black. You loved the beauty of a Spring night, understandably.” I reached my hand out to touch the soft green velvet A line dress he held out for me. There was a large circle cutout in the back with a button that clasped up by the back of my neck, a high neckline in the front and form fitting half sleeves. The dress was fitted at the waist and flared out around the hips, the skirt looked like it would land just above my knees. It was perfect.

I felt so loved in that moment, so understood. I looked up at his face with happy tears threatening to escape. I laughed as I wiped them away, “I love you,” was all I could get out before I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.*

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We had begun to clean the manor. Most of the work was on Tamlin as the destruction was his doing, but I stayed nearby offering small helps, like dusting and sewing, and company. I would sing silly songs I had learned from the bards I had traveled with and keep our schedule, breaking for lunch and stopping for dinner. He had made me that promise to heal, and he was sticking with it. Though sometimes he would try to work through lunch, or do ‘little’ projects after dinner, I would firmly remind him that healing was physical too, food and rest were nonnegotiables. We had also agreed on one full day a week of rest and fun, usually spent at starlight lake.

Today Tamlin was working out in the gardens, fixing the trellises and pruning what rose bushes survived. I had spent the morning outside with him discussing what new flowers to plant in the empty spaces and sharing stories of the children we once were, running around and playing hide and seek. He confessed to me that I was never any good at it, he could always spot my wings, but he would play along and let me win. I stuck my tongue out at him and scrunched my nose.

After lunch, though, I decided to remain inside while he got back to work as the afternoon sun was getting hot and uncomfortable.

I sat atop the plush green ottoman in the formal sitting room. I hated couches and any chairs with backs as the pressure on my wings caused great discomfort. While I was sewing some of the tears in the curtains, I heard the door open and a set of unfamiliar footsteps walk in. We had been alone here for days, I wondered who it could be. I sat my sewing down and headed towards the foyer, and just as I turned the corner I came face to face with a stunningly handsome male with a golden eye.

“Oh hello, you must be Lucien.” I observed, taking a step back.

“I had heard the rumors, you do bear an uncanny resemblance to your brother,” he responded with a mischievous smile, having to bend slightly to address me. I swear, sometimes I just felt like a damn munchkin.

“If you're just here to insult me you can leave.” I said dryly, narrowing my eyes.

He chuckled “I don't mean anything by it, I know you want nothing to do with Rhysand, you've made that glaringly obvious, and I can't say I blame you. If he wasn't my mate's brother in law I'd never want to see him again either.” He straightened and took a step back, looking me up and down.

“Oh that's right, Elain is it? How is she doing?”

“She's well, you are being more pleasant than they warned me you'd be.” Lucien noted, almost like he'd expected it. The Night court has always hated anyone who didn't submit to them.

“Well, they were standing in my way of accepting a mating bond, and I am not known for my patience. I'm sure you, of all people, understand.” We began walking toward the sitting room. Tamlin had told me all about Lucien, the good and the bad. We had a lot to discuss.

“I understand the pull, but I am a very patient person. 300 years however? That is a long time.” He sat on the couch across from me, and I picked up my sewing once more. “I can see some progress is getting made, tell me how is Tamlin doing now that you're back?”

“He's doing well, we have a plan set to rebuild the court and our reputation. I don't know what version of him you knew, but he seems to be getting back to his former self.”

“That's good... I regret ever leaving him, especially when he was so down, you must hate me for it,” Lucien admitted. I glanced up to meet his gaze, the expression on his face remained cool and flat, but I could see the spark of pain that flashed in his eyes. He and Tamlin had been friends for centuries, did he really think all of that would be thrown away after a few bad years?

I sat my sewing down again and looked directly into his eyes, raising my chin and leaning forward slightly, “I don't. And neither does Tamlin. The ‘cauldron’ blessed you with a mate, Lucien, you deserve to follow your happiness. As someone who has been through Hel and back to return to their mate, it would be hypocritical of me to look down on you for doing the same.” Lucien looked up at me in almost shock, why is it that everyone who has been in my brother's company has been utterly speechless at even the smallest acts of kindness? “You served this court well for many years, suffered with it, defended it, I cannot write that off just because you have a personal goal to reach, a goal that would make your life better in a way this court cannot.” My voice was stern and I left no room for argument. “You were hurt by actions and decisions Tamlin made, you were well within your rights to leave and protect yourself. And I'm almost positive Tamlin has very similar sentiments to give you. So no, I do not blame you for what you couldn't do, I thank you for what you did do.”

“Thank you for that. It's not something I hear often, especially these days.” Lucien spoke softer, his coy demeanor falling into calmness as he realized that I had no ill intent toward him.

I returned to my sewing, “That is sad to hear. If you ever need a non judgemental ear to vent to, you can always talk to me. I hope one day you can look past the face I bear so much resemblance to and see me as a friend. I know you've had it rough.” I offered.

“You shouldn't have to pay for the sins of your brother just because you look alike.”

“ Yes, but until he does, the debt is still owed.” I countered.

Just then Tamlin came back inside, he headed straight for me to give me a kiss and a rose he had plucked. He looked absolutely delicious, his bare chest glistening from sweat and his sun kissed muscled arms seemed to have gotten even bigger. If Lucien wasn't sitting across from us right now… yum. “We have company, love” I said, breaking the kiss.

He turned around, “Lucien! How have you been, my friend?” Lucien stood up and they embraced each other.

I could swear I heard a muffled “it's good to have you back.”

Tamlin turned to me “excuse us, love, we have some things to discuss.” I gave them a smile and a nod.

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Sky,” Lucien bowed slightly to me and they were off to the office. I continued sewing the curtains back together.

I am not very good at sewing, the repairs were obvious, but I have always found scars to be beautiful. The repair after pain, will always be more beautiful than pretending the pain never happened in the first place.

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A few hours later, the three of us sat down in the rebuilt formal dining for dinner. Tamlin in his spot at the head of the table, and Lucien and I on either side of him. Tamlin had hunted a boar yesterday, and I gathered some potatoes, carrots and onions still growing in the vegetable garden, so pot roast was on the menu tonight. I'm sure it's not as extravagant as the last proper meal Lucien had here, but it was never going to be.

“You look like you have many stories to tell. What is the most interesting thing you have learned in your travels?” Lucien asked me. He definitely seemed to be feeling better after his long discussion with Tamlin.

I thought for a minute, I had learned so many wonderful things. “That we are not fae.” Tamlin choked on his drink and Lucien raised an eyebrow at me.

“You're always saying odd shit, I love it.” Tamlin laughed innocently, more as an encouragement to elaborate.

“I have traveled through many realms, I have met the Scoia'tael, the Night elves, Blood elves, Void elves and the Night Fae. In no other realm was I considered a fae, and when I came face to face with what was considered a fae, it was, well, unsettling. We share many characteristics with elves, such as our aversion to ash, and yet we are not affected by iron. I have seen other fae burn to death with just a single scratch of an iron blade. That rumor did not manifest out of nowhere. I believe the true rumor is that we are even Fae at all. Of course, it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things, it's just what I found most interesting.”

Lucien sat back in his seat and stared at me, intrigued. “I don't know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't that,” he breathed. Tamlin grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a quick kiss. “So, how did you manage to make it back to Prythia?”

Ugh, this story is long and painful, to explain it would take days. “I made a deal with the mother herself, Freya. I had to complete the Trials of Tyr. Most of it was just utter nonsense,” I dismissed, doing my best to avoid even letting them know I can weld a blade, and how easy it is for me, “but for the final trial I have to say I am a little amused with myself.”

“Oh?” Both of them listened intensely.

“It was a riddle, they tried to trick me, and, usually, I am no good at riddles but I beat this one with just an innocent question.” I racked my brain trying to find the best way to explain this that did not raise further questions. “They brought out a pin of around 10 utterly normal goats and told me ‘If you wish to return to your shapeshifter, you must first find ours. Which is Loki?’ and without even glancing at the goats I just asked them, ‘Is this assuming Loki is not still chained up under the mountain? Ya, know, with the dripping venom and whatnot? For killing Baldur?’ Apparently it was a trick and none of them were Loki. They were more annoyed than amused when they tossed me back,” I shrugged innocently.

Both Tamlin and Lucien laughed out loud. “A witty one, she is,” Tamlin gushed to Lucien, gesturing to me.

“I would say, ‘wise’ is a better way to describe it.” I corrected.

“And because I know I will be asked,” Lucien added carefully, “do you think you will ever be willing to talk with your brother?”

I rolled my eyes. “Talk? Maybe after we rebuild, if I feel like it. I know I've been gone for a while and his contributions and behavior could have improved, but what I saw when I walked in, the first image I have of him, is not easily forgotten.” I took a sip of my wine, “When do you plan on returning to Night?”

“I don't have a solid plan in place, I honestly didn't expect the manor to be in this good of state when I initially stopped in.”

“Your room has been cleaned, as well. Nothing inside was damaged, it just needed to be freshened after so long. You will always have a place here, that will always be your room.” Tamlin offered. “You have an open invitation, come and go as you please.”

“Well, since I can see you making a genuine effort now, is there any way I can help rebuild?” Lucien asked.

“Actually, we do have a meeting with Tarquin in a few days. As an experienced emissary, would you be willing to help me schedule meetings with the others? I understand you are estranged from Autumn, and me from Night, but if you could just help me deliver some letters to Day, Dawn and Winter, it would be greatly appreciated. We can't do this alone, we need alliances.” I could easily do this myself, but if there is one thing I know about building friendships, is ask for help, even if it's small. People feel closer to you when they feel they are needed.

*authors note: this is actually something I have done with my own grief surrounding my sisters death. I have a small collection of dresses and jewelry that remind me of her that I will never wear. I'm saying this to let you know that grief is messy and grief is weird. However you choose to deal with yours is valid as long as it is not hurting yourself or others. ❤️

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it's so hard to say goodbye - luke hughes

word count: 1.1k words

note: not sure how i feel about this but it’s too upsetting to keep trying to rewrite it. obviously, lyrics from i'll always remember you by hannah montana

The game ended, Michigan's season is over, some of the guys will never play another college hockey game again, and Luke's signing his contract to join the NHL. What a fucking night.

I always knew this day would come We'd be standing one by one With our future in our hands So many dreams, so many plans

"Flight's at 9" Luke said quietly, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"You wanna go to your room?" After the game, the guys gathered in Mackie and Dylan's room and slowly had been retreating back to their own rooms for the night, saving their goodbyes for the morning. It was just the sophomores now and you could tell Luke didn't want to leave but it was getting pretty late and he had a big day tomorrow.

"I... yeah we should" Luke hesitated but you nodded, sending Mackie a look which he understood immediately.

"We should all get to bed, early morning tomorrow" Looking around, the boys all had sad smiles on their faces and your heart broke for them all. They were all best friends, they came into this together and now Luke's the only one leaving, breaking up the group forever.

"We'll see you in the morning?" Dylan asked Luke and you could feel your boyfriend tense beside you.

"Yeah, I'll stop by before..." Luke trailed off but everyone knew what he meant. Mark and Eddy patted him on the shoulder as they passed by on their way out and after a quick goodnight to Mackie and Dylan, you and Luke were on your way out as well.

It was a silent walk back to his room, you had your own down the hall but there was no way Luke was letting go of you for the night. He let you into his room first, following close behind and letting the door fall closed as he crawled right into bed with you, laying as close as possible.

"I don't want to go" He said it so quietly you almost couldn't hear him.

"Luke..."

"No, Y/n seriously how am I supposed to wake up tomorrow and say goodbye to my best friends? How do I walk away from Michigan? I'm losing everything I love" You felt his breathing accelerate and you knew that he was getting himself worked up but you didn't know how to stop it, you could only say so much.

"You're not losing anything Luke, you're gaining so much. I'm not going anywhere and I know the boys aren't either. I know its hard right now but just think about all the great guys in Jersey, Jack's gonna make sure they're all nice to you, you're going to be okay Lukey"

"College was just the step before the NHL, it didn't seem like that big of a deal. I never thought it would be so hard to walk away from. I should be used to it by now though, it's what we do. Hockey's business" His voice sounded so broken and you wished you could do something to help.

"Just because you've done it before doesn't mean its going to be easy" You say gently. The room was quiet for a moment and you're almost sure Luke was asleep until he speaks up again.

"I love you, I'm gonna miss you" He whispered and you squeeze your eyes shut, not allowing any tears to fall.

"I'll miss you too Lukey"

I always knew after all these years There'd be laughter, there'd be tears But never thought I'd walk away With so much joy, but so much pain And it's so hard to say "goodbye"

The morning came faster than expected and before you knew it, you were standing in the lobby with Ellen, waiting for the boys to say their goodbyes. Luke had been standing with Dylan and Mackie for a few minutes and you didn't want to be the one who broke them apart.

"You're not going to forget about us?" Dylan grinned and Luke rolled his eyes.

"I could never, Duker" Luke pulled his best friend into a hug, messing up his hair just like he always does. He'd already said his goodbyes to everyone and he knew it was time to go but he couldn't bring himself to step away from his friends.

Nolan walked up from where he had been talking to Rutger and Adam, dropping a hand onto Luke's shoulder. "Yesterday sucked but you've got things to do today kid, big contracts to sign. You better get going before your mom loses her mind" Nolan nods back to where Ellen has been stressing over Jack not having everything organized in their apartment like he promised he did. She was trying to figure out how to rush-order a mattress for Luke to sleep on tonight.

"Thanks Moyle. You're a good captain, even if we doubted you in the beginning" Luke chuckled and pulled Nolan into a quick bro-hug before finally pulling himself away from the boys. He pulled his suitcase out of the hotel, not letting himself look back. Maybe he was being dramatic but if he waited any longer, he wasn't sure he'd actually go.

One day, we'll look back We'll smile and we'll laugh But right now we just cry 'Cause it's so hard to say "goodbye"

Luke signed his contract and was on the plane to Boston in the next hour. Ellen and Jim were going straight to New Jersey to get things ready for Luke while he was going to meet the team for their game Saturday night. You said your goodbyes before they all got on their flights, being the only one headed back to Michigan, at least for a couple days.

You headed back to the hotel and attended the Hobey Baker ceremony with the guys. You sat with the families as they announced Adam as the winner and you watched as the whole team went up for a picture.

Luke was sitting in his new hotel in Boston, looking at the picture on Instagram. It was crazy how just last night, that was his team, his best friends and now he's in another city while they continue on together. He reposts it on his story before shoving his phone into his pocket.

"Ready bud?" Jack poked his head into the room and Luke nodded, grabbing his stuff and following his big brother out the door. "First team dinner, you excited?"

"Yeah" Luke choked out, ignoring his phone buzzing in his back pocket, notifying him of all the things he's left behind. "Let's do it"

Yesterday's gone We gotta keep moving on I'm so thankful for the moments So glad I got to know you

[scary-lasagna]

SlenderDaughters Part III

they're really taking this whole 'manifest yourself into a new reality' thing too seriously

Part II: https://www.tumblr.com/scary-lasagna/737154582257532928/for-my-request-i-would-like-a-part-two-to-the?source=share

The house overcame with an unsettling quiet, everyone being so afraid to even speak above a whisper that night.

The girls all slept in one room, and couldn't even enjoy the activities they had planned due to the stress that weighed on all of them. Maeve never even left her bed once she lay down as soon as she entered the room. Four bunkbeds was a stupid idea for late teenagers, anyway.

"Do we wanna talk about the elephant in the room or....." Azalea spoke up, the first time someone mentioned something above a whisper, which even startled Isa, who finally decided the pain wasn't worth those ugly shoes and tossed them out the window earlier in the night.

"Nothing to talk about." Maeve was pouting as she lay on her side, face facing the wall, and arms crossed tightly against her diaphragm.

"Sounded like you were hella pissed though, so what's about that?" She asked, lolling her head to one side.

"Just people being bad parents." Maeve sighed, and rolled over on her back.

"You don't have to take it out on us, though." Isa pointed out, crossing her legs which such poor posture it made Sol's poised back hurt just looking at her.

After a beat of thought, Maeve sighed deeply and rolled onto her back, staring at the intricate pencil marks on the bottom of the bunk above her. "You're right...I'm sorry." She admitted, but still refusing the courage to look at any of them. "I just- I just feel like shit for what I said. All he's done for me...and this happens." Her hands attempted to speak what her voice couldn't, but gave up and dropped onto her stomach.

"People can be good and still do bad things, Mae." Sol soothed, and crawled over to Maeve's bed, sitting beside it. "My dad eats my saved food at night and then lies about it in the morning."

"My dad made me watch R-rated horror movies when I was a kid." Azalea piped up, remembering the vision of Pinhead that still haunts her nightmares.

"My dad keeps judging me no matter how I dress." Isa didn't even remember what her stupid shoes looked like. They were out int he garden now, anyway, so it didn't matter.

"What if they raised us while their beloveds were still alive? What do you think would be different?"

"Maybe a little bit less dramatic, but all around, the same." Sol predicts with a light laugh. "They're still the same people, but they have more experience since then and still can't admit whenever they're wrong."

"HOLY SHIT!" Azalea suddenly boasted, standing up with her arms spread.

"Have you found Jesus yet?"

"BETTER!" She announced with a side, shark-toothed grin similar to her fathers. "Listen closely," She raised an important finger with a sly grin, "We take the box, and we enter the reality of memories for ourselves to see what they were like back then!"

"Aza, that's the most stupidest idea you've ever had, you know that?" Maeve said directly to her, with extreme disdain, before resuming her plan of avoiding all direct gazes to her cousins.

"Oh, Maeve, but aren't you curious?" Sol bounced closer, peering form over the edge of the mattress. "What were they like when they were younger? Maybe we'll even see our mother's back then, too. Because they contracted Sickness."

The tease of seeing her own mother again twinged at Maeve's heart strings, pulling with great triumph down into her stomach where the rest of her nerves lie.

"You're the only one the knows how it works, Maeve. So it's up to you one way or another." Isa put her hands up with passive defense, but her quick look up to see Maeve's reaction is what caught her peeking in interest.

"We'll just have to find a way into the office, is all." Aza pondered, leaning back on her palms. "You'll know how to do that, right, Maeve?"

Maeve still lay silent, and pondered the thought of seeing of what could have been, had they all been born just a bit earlier. What would have become of them? And more importantly, would Slender love her differently.

Would they even be able to get into the magically protected office? And if they could, what would they do if her father was still in there, writing papers for work?

Maeve sat up in her bed for the first time in the night, and the three girls were on the edge of their seats for a response, eagerly studying her body for any giveaways.

But the oldest showed nothing, but solemnly sighed, "I need a lockpick, a distraction, and piece of spellbook paper."

[nymphbnny]

my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

[scarlettriot]

Along for the Ride PT 2

Pairing: KirishimaxF!Reader

Summary: Late-night plans make things move a whole lot faster when Kirishima gets a kinda crazy idea.

Contains: Kirishima and Reader both come from very well-off families. Plus-Sized Reader. Fluff. Hurt/Comfort. Angst

Warnings: Smut mentioned. Minors DNI. Drunken Sex. TW: Manipulative Family Relationships. TW: Body Image Issues

A/N: Part 2 of this story, click here for part one. The first section of this part is a flashback told from a third-person POV.

Tags: @lastroseofspring @black-bhabie-2000 @meadow-arts @sarahschance - thank you for following my story!!! I hope I tagged you correctly. No one has asked to be tagged on a story of mine before!

WC: 4,274

The day had been so entirely exhausting and it had been that way since Eijiro rolled out of bed at six in the morning. Now, it was fourteen hours later, he had bruises all along his ribs and a new cut across his forearm that he was pretty sure was going to scar.

Really, all he wanted to do was go back home and crawl into his bed again but he was sitting in a bar babysitting Mina until Hanta's shift was over. He couldn't really blame her for wanting to drown away the day, the interviewer she'd worked with had been hypercritical of her and far too invasive. Eijiro had even cringed at a few of the questions Mina had to bite her tongue and politely respond with, 'no comment.' too.

He'd been nursing the same jack and coke since they arrived an hour ago. Doing what he could to direct the conversation away from the present day and onto lighter topics, of which, Mina settled on reminiscing on their UA days.

"We should have a big party again!" She was rambling, "Like, that one we had at your parent's house over winter break in our third year! That was so much fun..." She took a long sip of the orange-colored, vodka-filled drink in her hands.

"It wasn't that big of a party, Mina. It was just our usual group, plus Izuku and Ochaco."

"Still! It was a perfect night. Denki makes such good drinks, oh, and the hot tub!" She started giggling, "Spin the bottle."

Yeah. He remembered learning Izuku used a surprising amount of tongue that night, not that he had a problem with it.

"Y/N was such a good kisser... bet she's only gotten better since."

He chuckled, remembering their drunken night in America, "She's pretty damn incredible now."

His eyes widened the moment the words slipped out. Fuck. He really was tired. He hadn't told a single soul about what happened that night. Maybe he could just play this off. Maybe Mina wouldn't think anything of it. Maybe she didn't even hear him. Maybe-

"What did you just say?" Mina arched a finely manicured brow at him.

"That Y/N is incredible. You know, as a person and all that."

With her hands flat on the table, she leaned forward, inching closer to him. "She is, but you said, 'now'." His throat bobbed. "Have you and Y/N been hooking up?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

"You're a horrible liar, Eijiro!"

"'M not lying!"

They hadn't been hooking up... it was only one time. Not multiple!

Her face was so close to his. "What aren't you telling me? I know it's something. And if you don't tell me, I'll ask Y/N herself."

"No, no you can't do that."

"And why not?"

Why was he so fucking bad at lying! He was usually great at just not saying the truth but lying was such a pain in the ass.

Mina fell back into her booth, casually pulling out her phone. "What are you doing?"

"It's Y/N's day off so I thought I'd see if she'd like to come out for drinks, maybe a little girl talk... spill some secrets..."

Eijiro lunged over the table and snatched her phone faster than her intoxicated reflexes could pull it out of his reach. "I swear, Mina if you say a single word about this to Y/N and I will never speak to you again, ever."

She was pouting now, arms folded over her chest. "Hell, Eiji, what'd you two do? Sleep together!" He didn't say a word. Only carefully sat back down, unable to make eye contact, looking guilty as hell.

"Holy fuck." She giggled. "No fucking way! Finally!" Mina was up again, shaking his arm. "Eiji! Wait... why aren't we talking about this? Why can't I talk to her about it?"

"'Cause, we were drunk. I caught her sneakin' outta my bed." He scrubbed a hand down his face. "Fuck, Mina, she grabbed her clothes, tucked me in, and kissed my damn head and I didn't do anything!"

"Okay. You're gonna stay right here while I get some water and then we are talking about this, Eijiro. I want answers."

He couldn't believe this was happening. His stupid crush of eight whole years and one poor night of sleep had ruined it all.

It was bad enough to have one crush on a best friend at 17, the fact Eijiro had two was almost hell. He felt greedy and completely confused! So, when Tetsu admitted to liking Y/N, he'd resigned himself to the fact she'd always be his best friend. He did everything he could to let her go and yet, 'best friend' never felt like enough to describe what you meant to him. He needed a word that meant more than that and he'd never found one.

Mina slid in beside Eijiro now. "Tell me everything. I thought your crush on Y/N was just some fleeting thing that ended with Bakugo."

And so he explained. From the beginning. Like a damn flood gate breaking open, the words poured from his heart and didn't stop. He expressed how Y/N made him feel unlike any person ever had, unlike Katsuki could even do, and how that terrified him. How it shattered him when Katsuki ended it, but, when he explained how Izuku made him feel, Eijiro understood completely because that was exactly how Y/N made him feel.

Mina knew he'd gone to Y/N's place right after things ended with Katsuki. How he slept on her sofa for an entire week and how she'd stayed in his guest room for a whole month after that. What she didn't know was that he meant to tell her how he felt that night while it was all fresh in his head. Lay it all out for her but the moment Y/N opened the door, but then she held him when he cried, consoled him, and made him his favorite tea. He knew if they crossed that boundary and messed it up, fuck, he didn't know what he'd do then.

Mina coxed him to go on when the words got stuck in his throat. Telling her how living with Y/N in America brought back that time she'd been in his own apartment, how much he loved having her around all the time. How it felt natural to make a home with her and so domestic, so right.

When she crawled in his lap, he was wrapping his arms about her before he knew what he was doing. Eijiro was pressing his lips against hers because it was all he'd been wanting to do and, damn, he finally let himself give into it. To have her. All of her. And he'd given himself to her in return, every bit.

"I thought we'd talk in the morning when we sobered up. I think she just regrets it though. She never brought it up so I haven't either. I know exactly where the line is now and I'm not gonna cross it again. I can't lose her, Mina. Katsuki was one thing, but if I lost Y/N... 'S why you can't say anything. I don't want her knowing I'm still thinking about it. 'S better if she just thinks I forgot or was too drunk or whatever."

"Eijiro... babe, you're in love with her. You can't just let that go. Come on. Lemme talk to her, girl to girl. I'm sure there's just something missing or that she's scared too."

He just shook his head. "Please don't. I'm happy with the way she and I are."

"But you could be so much more."

"I dunno, I just dunno..."

>>><<<

Mina promised not to directly bring it up, but that never stopped her from teasing you two every chance she got, doing everything in her power to try and pull the truth from you without breaking her promise to Eijiro.

The way she saw it, if you told her her side of the story, then Eijiro's trust wasn't broken. But damn, you weren't budging!

It was becoming infuriating watching your banter! How Eijiro could just wrap his arm around you and act like it meant nothing, or how lovingly you would play with his hair when he laid his head in your lap on movie nights. It was slowly killing Eijiro, she could see it in his eyes every time the two of you parted. This whole wedding date thing was Mina's final straw.

Mina was about to call Eijiro when the man himself popped up on her caller ID. She accepted the call and his voice came through the speakers. "You still with Y/N?"

"Nope. Just left. What's up?"

"I, uh, I kinda need a favor from you."

"And what can I do for you, Eijiro?"

"Can you cover Y/N's shift tomorrow? Denki's already taking mine."

"I mean, I can, but why?"

"Well, I was thinkin' about asking Y/N if she wants to start the trip early... leave tonight maybe."

Mina rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see her. "Tonight won't happen. No flights will be going out until the morning if that. I'll still take the shift though, so you can leave bright and early or whenever you need to."

"They can leave tonight if we fly private."

She nearly swerved the car. Never in her decade of knowing Eijiro had he asked to take his family's jet anywhere that wasn't for work reasons. "You're gonna take the jet? Just the two of you?"

"I mean, and a pilot, and a co-pilot, probably a few stewards too because we have to but yeah."

"That's kinda a big move, Eiji." Mina could barely contain the grin on her face.

"That's kinda the idea, Mina." She shrieked with glee. "Fucking hell, gonna blow out my damn eardrum!"

"I'm just so excited! Okay, so, what's your plan? What's your move? The jet is good, like, really good. Hehe. But, I think you need more to it."

"My plan is just to get her there early, hopefully, get her to relax a little before shit hits the fan, maybe site see a little bit."

"And then you're gonna talk to her, right? Tell her you know what happened?"

There was a sigh but he eventually, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm gonna come clean eventually. Probably when the wedding's over, but, I don't think I can keep acting like I don't remember what happened. I at least wanna let her know that I know. "S the manly thing to do."

"Yes! That is the most manly thing you could do!"

"If it all was a mistake and she regrets it, we just have the plane ride back to endure and I guess it'll be awkward but I'm gonna make this the best damn trip I can before that happens. Or, the best it can be with the circumstances."

"It's gonna be good, babe. Just be honest with her, I think that's all she wants. She might be mad you didn't talk to her sooner but,"

"I'm prepared for that. I'm just gonna be honest like you said, I'm gonna come clean. I can't lie to her anymore. I gotta know why she left that night."

So, Eijiro was gonna play it cool. Be completely normal until he found the right time to ask, to talk about the whole thing. Because the second he told you he'd go to this wedding if you didn't find a date, that was the moment he realized the idea of you being on a date with someone else didn't sit right with him.

He'd gone home that night thinking about you flying to America and not being in the seat right beside you. Leaning on someone else for support when your mother was going on one of her rants. And he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since. Eijiro didn't think himself a jealous man but the thought of you there with anyone but him had him seeing red.

The joy he felt when you told him the date had moved up was unreal! He took it all as a sign, his chance, he couldn't let it slip away.

>>><<<

It was only a twenty-minute drive to the hanger and it passed quickly with no traffic on the roads. Before you knew it, Eijiro was already rolling down his window and showing his identification to the guard at the gate. Not that it was needed.

Even out of his hero costume, his signature red hair pulled back, the guard still knew exactly who he was.

"Heard you'd be comin' by." The middle-aged man smiled warmly, "Two of you pros sneaking off for a little getaway?"

You were in shock. It was common for someone to recognize Eijiro. He had a unique look and a personality that had him in the top twenty but you, you were downright boring in comparison. Still, the security guard gave you a friendly wave. "How ya doin' tonight, Miss?"

"Uh, good, thank you. And yourself?"

He nodded thoughtfully after Eijiro's ID passed the scan check. "It's a slow night. I like slow nights."

"I could not agree more." Eijiro laughed as the gate rose for them and he bid the man a good night.

"Are you ever gonna not act caught off guard when someone recognizes you? Like, we've both been pros for seven years now."

He drove down well-lit roads, hanger after hanger, getting larger the further back he went.

"Yeah, I don't think so." You admitted, "Maybe someday, just, don't expect it anytime soon."

Eijiro just playfully shook his head, spinning the wheel onto a short drive with a garage door already open and waiting. He drove past two of the three smaller planes that his father enjoyed taking out and then past the absolutely massive jet that was used for hero missions and finally, you laid eyes on the second plane Eijiro had mentioned.

"The 787," He told you, "my parents got it about a year ago. It's smaller than the 777 but will still get us where we need to go."

You had to fight back a laugh. The plane might have been smaller but it was in no way small. It had to be damn near 200ft long! Your family had owned private aircrafts but nothing came close to this size. You came from a family of lawyers, good ones too, but, being a CEO of an architectural firm and an anesthesiologist must have allowed for these luxurious means of travel.

It wasn't long before you noticed a few other cars scattered around, along with the pilots and some ground crew. "You remember the drill?"

You fished around your bag and pulled out your passport and hero license, your two valid forms of identification, and then flashed them to him when he asked, "You ready to do this?"

"It's a little late now."

"No. It's a little late when we're sitting in the ceremony on Saturday. We aren't even in the air yet! Technically we could fly anywhere in the world and it wouldn't matter!"

"Temping, you make a very tempting offer." And for just a moment, you considered asking him to surprise you, take you somewhere just the two of you where it could be drama-free but, then you'd have to face the wrath of your mother on an entirely different level.

"Y/N?" His voice brought you back to reality.

"No, Eiji, I'd really like to take an actual vacation but this is something I gotta do." He understood, you knew that. His smile was reassuring and he opened the door, grabbed the bags from the back, and walked beside you up to the lady holding a manifest.

You were both introduced to the pilots and two stewardesses. The latter's eyes went wide when they realized who'd stepped out of the car and just who they were going to be sharing a 10-hour plane ride with.

"If I could have both your forms of identification, please, I should have you cleared for takeoff within the hour." One of the attendants went on to explain how the pilots arrived earlier than expected and were able to complete their precheck of the plane already. The stewardesses offered to take the luggage that Eijiro had gathered by his feet but there was no way in hell he was letting them take it when he was perfectly capable.

"I've got it, ladies. Thanks though." His sharky smile was so bright for the middle of the night and yet both of them swooned the moment his back was turned.

It was almost laughable how used to the fan reactions you were now when you were in Eijiro's presence. You shifted your backpack and followed Eijiro up the stairs.

"I thought he was single." One of the stewards whispered behind you, obviously thinking themselves a lot more quiet than they were.

"That's what all the tabloids say."

"Did you get her name?"

"No, did you?"

You kept your mouth shut, not really in the mood to deal with gossips but apparently, Eijiro had the energy for it.

"For once, the tabloids are correct. I'm not in a relationship. And this," He extended his hand out for you to help you into the plane, "This is Y/N, you should know her as Y/H/N." It was more than a little satisfying to see the realization settle onto their faces. "She is currently ranked in the Top 25 and she's an all-around badass too."

"Kiri." You elbowed him in the ribs and he proceeded to rub them as if you actually hurt him.

"What? It's true!" Ignoring whatever apology the two women were saying. Eijiro tugged you further into the plane, and immediately, your breath was taken away.

It looked like something out of a movie, something unreal and yet, you were standing smack in the middle of it.

All the decor was sleek and modern, shades of greys and whites with shiny silver accents. Sofas and a TV made up what looked like a living room and directly behind it were tables with chairs bolted to the floor. Eijiro kept pulling you along. "In the very back is a bedroom. I'll put your things in there and if you want to put on sweats or pajamas, you should! I know I probably will once we're in the air... or I will in a sec."

Before you had a chance to respond, the attendant holding your iDs and manifest was calling for him leaving you ample time to wander around on your own. You walked through another seating area, this one with a door that could be closed for private meetings, and beyond that was the bedroom Eijiro had mentioned.

Such a sizeable room for a damn plane! Seriously, it was only a tad smaller than your own bedroom at home. A queen-sized bed made up the center of the room with nightstands on each side. You couldn't really imagine why one would need a dresser on an airplane but who were you to judge?

After pulling both suitcases and garment bags into the room, you ventured a little further to a bathroom complete with a shower and double vanity sinks. It dawned on you then that the other plane you'd flown on had to have all these amenities too and you just never knew about them. Admiring the design around the mirrors, you remembered Eijiro being with you and the rest of the pro heroes almost the entire time on those flights too. Sleeping in a chair like everyone else had.

You went and pulled out sweats, choosing to leave the shorter sleep shorts for when stewards weren't around to witness you curled up asleep on a sofa. You pulled on the soft black fabric, unhooked your bra from under your hoodie choosing to leave the latter on since it was practically a big, cozy blanket.

Being seated for take-off was a must so, you found a spare blanket just in case and a pillow before trotting back out and depositing them in a chair. You caught the tiniest glimpse of a smirk from Eijiro, still busy chatting with the woman, while you made yourself comfy in a chair.

"Tired, Miss?" One of the stewardesses asked, putting something away in an overhead bin you hadn't even known existed.

Despite the gossip, the woman looked impossibly sweet. Apart from her neat and tidy work uniform, she wore a fond smile, lips stained a pale pink and her ebony hair was in an elegant bun at the base of her neck, not a hair out of place.

"It's been a busy last few days. I guess I am a little tired." You admitted.

"Well, my name is Tali and over there is Luce. If there is anything you or Mr. Kirishima need, please don't hesitate to ask. We have a fully stocked bar and kitchen and I make very good omelets if I do say so myself."

"I'll have to keep that in mind for the... well crap, I guess it's already turning into the morning isn't it?"

Tali let out a breathy laugh, "Morning is whenever you decide it is and I think omelets make good food regardless of the time of day."

With another sweet smile, she crossed the cabin to assist Luce with something, you watched the two for a moment with heavy eyelids and it didn't take long for them to shut.

"You look likely to fall asleep any minute now." Eijiro chuckled, you'd heard him crouch in front of you.

"'M hanging in there."

"I'll move to one of the sofa's when we're in the air."

"The sofa is better than the chair but why not just use the perfectly good bed?"

You peeked an eye open, thankful that you were too tired to let blood heat your cheeks at the memory of the last time the two of you shared a bed. "Because you're longer than any of these sofas. You should take the bed. It's also your family's plane so I think that means you get dibs."

"Now, what kind of host would I be if I let my guest sleep on the sofa while I hogged the bed?"

"A normal one." You snicked but you knew damn well he'd give up all rights to the bed if only you showed the slightest hint of interest. Even if you didn't, he was still going to try to insist.

His tongue darted out for just a second before three little words slipped out, "We could share."

Both your eyes were open now. He'd said it so casually! Damn, you had to play it cool because there was no way he could be referring to what happened in America the last time. He'd been asleep. He didn't remember any of it. He would have said something, you were sure of it!

Yeah. And, it kinda made sense for him to suggest that. You'd shared a bed a few times prior to having sex. There was that one camping trip where your sleeping bag rolled into the river and he offered to share, the hotel mishap, a booking mistake thanks to Denki that had Eijiro staying in your room. Of course, when you woke up with his face pressed into your neck and his arms coiled around you, you damn near panicked and managed to wiggle out of his grasp before he woke up.

Still, you were just kids both of those times, this was different now. "Eiji," You lowered your voice even though the stewardesses were nowhere in sight, "That sounds like some scandal just waiting to happen. Hell, we'll be lucky if the press doesn't make up some story just because you and I were seen on a private plane together!"

His smile was an easy one. "If the press finds out it won't be 'cause of anyone here. Everyone my parents work with signs NDAs. Whoever flies with us and where we go and what we do is not discussed anywhere else but here. My parents have to demand that level of discretion because of their jobs. We do too being pros and all."

"So, you and I could disappear behind that door and not come out for a solid 8 hours and they wouldn't be allowed to tell anyone about it?"

Eijiro shrugged. "I mean, they could, they'd just face some serious repercussions if they did."

Logically, you had no reason to say no. But, what would be worse, telling him no and having him wonder why when you'd been comfortable before or saying yes and it being awkward as hell and him wondering why for a completely different reason!

You were reeling and his hand on your knee brought you back down. "Or if your more comfortable just sleeping out here, that's fine too."

The tug at your heart was enough to make it ache. Of course, he knew how you were feeling without really knowing the reason behind it. Going the extra mile to make you as comfortable as possible.

He stood and grabbed the blanket to lay over you, making sure you were covered before leaning down and kissing your temple. You didn't miss how suspiciously familiar the whole thing was. "I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable again, you have my word." He whispered before walking towards the back of the plane.

You watched his back as he went, hands in his pockets, head not turning back around.

He remembered.

[its-an-obsession]

Birthday Sickness

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Anonymous Request: Hi! I was wondering if you could do a dating Pietro Maximoff? Or something where Pietro surprises his gf on her birthday but she ends up getting sick (just a whole lotta fluff) or even a smut where Pietro was on a mission for a weeks and hasn’t seen his gf… and he finally gets back to their shared apartment or the Avengers compound and they, you know? Thank you!!!!

A/N: Love this idea, I thoroughly enjoyed writing for Pietro! Thank you and enjoy!

Summary: Birthdays were always you favorite thing, you adored spending time with family and friends just enjoying their presence and opening their gifts. Your boyfriend of three years - Pietro Maximoff - goes out of his way to treat you during your Y/A birthday, but unfortunately you get sick with the flu and aren't able to go out for the night. Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, Pietro drops everything to bring you back to health.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/A: Your Age

Y/F/T/S: Your Fav TV Show

Flame -> your superhero name

Warnings: none

Pietro Maximoff x-reader

"Hey, where's the popcorn?" Pietro called from the kitchen. He looked through the cabinets of my kitchen, speeding around until he found the box. "Top shelf, above the fridge," I answered. He thanked me and finally found what he was looking for. After popping his snack in the microwave, Pietro walked over to me the living room; finding his spot beside me. I leaned my head against him as he swung an arm around my shoulder. "Excited for your birthday tomorrow?" he questioned.

I smiled and nodded in response, taking a handful of the popcorn out of the bowl and into to my mouth. He chuckled when a piece of popcorn fell out. "The big Y/A," I said, wiping my hand on a napkin. Pietro kissed me on the cheek and brought his attention back to the house flipping show he loved so much. A comfortable silence settled between the two of us just watching some TV.

Pietro set the plastic bowl on the coffee table before leaning against the arm rest. He pat his leg, motioning for me to sit in between his legs. I snickered and crawled over to him. He wrapped his arms around my waist. Pietro lightly kissed the side of my neck, resting his head on the crook of my neck.

"Love you, Flame," Pietro muttered.

"Love you too, Quicksilver," I replied, using his hero name.

_____

(The Next Day)

The morning sun managed to make it's way through the flaps of the window's blinds. Wind howled against the window, making it impossible to fall asleep. Pietro had left early this morning, claiming that his sister needed help with something; leaving me to wake up by myself. I groaned and sat up from my bed with my head pulsing in pain. "Oh, god," I said, reaching my hand to the side of my head.

I rubbed my eyes to see if that would take away the pain. Great, I feel like shit on my birthday. Pietro had left a little note on the dresser in front of my messy bed. I huffed, stumbling towards the dresser. Pietro's neat handwriting extended from the top and bottom of the notecard:

Good Morning, darling!

So sorry about having to leave early this morning. I promise I'll be back before lunch time, I've got some fun things planned for your birthday! I've left eggs and bacon in the microwave for you as well as your favorite coffee order. Happy Birthday Y/N, see you soon my love!

Love, Pietro aka Quicksilver 😘

My boyfriend had set a daisy beside the pink and yellow notecard as well as a bow tied around the stem. I picked up the flower, smelling the sweet aroma. I brought it with me to the kitchen despite my body telling me to sleep more. My head ached in addition to my throat stinging and my stuffy nose.

I poured some water into the vase before setting the flower into the glass cup. I grabbed the plate from the microwave and made my way over to living room to watch Y/F/T/S and eat my breakfast Pietro had so kindly made. This was not how I wanted to spend my birthday. Pietro and I had planned to go out dinner, maybe see a movie, then come home and make some of my favorite deserts.

Now, all I wanted to do was lay on the couch, eating junk food and wasting the day away doing absolutely nothing. It wouldn't be long until my delirious side would come out from just laying around. After finishing up the yummy breakfast, I leaned my head against the throw pillow beside me; draping a blanket on top of my legs. It didn't take long till I fell right back asleep, my exhausted body taking over.

I was woken up by the door of my apartment opening up, revealing Pietro with two grocery bags in each hand. He slipped his shoes off and set them beside the door. "I'm back, and I come with food!" Pietro exclaimed, raising the bags. He walked into the kitchen and began emptying them out to put the food into their rightful place. Pietro looked at me, shoving some pretzels into his mouth (GIF Above) I could tell he expected me to jump up to help him.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked, "You shouldn't be laying around on your birthday. It's your time to party!"

He walked over to me and noticed how pale my face was. His joyful expression was replaced with worry. He knelt beside me, tucking my hair away from my face. "You don't look so hot," Pietro said. "Whatya mean? I'm always hot," I slurred, coughing after. He chuckled. He looked behind him and noticed that I hadn't taken care of my plate. Pietro set a kiss on my forehead then grabbed my breakfast dish to put it into the empty dishwasher.

My boyfriend cleaned up the kitchen before walking back over to me. He sat beside me, running a hand up and down my arm. "Want me to do anything?" he asked. I hummed in response and flipped over so I was facing him. He smiled at the sight of my tangled hair, smoothing it down with his callused hand. I leaned into his touch, happy that he was finally home and I wasn't alone. Goosebumps rose to my skin at the feeling of a sneeze about to spark.

I brought my arm up, sneezing violently. Pietro tore his hand off my face and recoiled from the sudden sound I just made. "What the hell was that?" he said. "I sneezed," I replied, my voice nasally from the stuffed nose. "That was not a sneeze," he said. "Shut up," I said, nudging his shoulder with a chuckle escaping my chapped lips. "At least your humor didn't check out," Pietro said. I smiled and burst into a coughing fit. He tilted his head in sympathy, rubbing my back in a soothing motion.

"Let's get you back to bed," he said.

He stood up with his arm linked with mine. I leaned against him as he led me over to our shared bedroom. "What? No, no," I repeated, "You had all this stuff planned. I'll be fine." Pietro shook his head in disagreement, walking me over to the bed. He set the comforter over my body. "No, you need to rest," Pietro said, "We can do all of that tomorrow. All that matters is that you get healthy." He kissed me on the cheek and fluffed my pillow before walking to the other side of the bed.

I shot him a questioning look, not wanting to get him sick. He ignored my glance and opened his arms. "Come here, Y/N/N," Pietro said. I wrapped my arms around Pietro's torso, pressing my head against his chest. He kissed me on the cheek and set a warm arm around me. "Happy Birthday sweet girl," Pietro said, kissing me on the top of my head.

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[sugarushsuga]

In Your Own Words Ch. 4

Genre: Rom-Com, fluff with bits of angst - Coworkers!AU; enemies to lovers; Journalist!AU

Paring: RM x Reader

Words count: 6.109

Warnings: Cursing; Drinking; Mentions of sex; Romani culture; Namjoon's ass; Namjoon's dimples; Namjoon's broad chest; Namjoon;

Synopsis: After graduating your dream was to become a journalist and work to one of the biggest magazines in the country. But that pretty dream does not translate perfectly to reality. The magazine is on verge of bankruptcy, great journalists are moving the rival magazines and not being replaced, your boss is a jerk who doesn't even know your name. Fate seems to be toying you around to its own pleasure, can you take control of your life and achieve your dreams, or you are going to be carried away by fate's plans?

Author note: This fanfic follows the world of the Brazilian production Procura-se um marido series. I do not own the series or original content.

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Your head throbs against the soft sheet. You take a deep breath and don't recognize the smell of the sheets. You force your eyes open and... Fuck!

Where does all this light come from? You bury your head in the pillow, covering your eyes with your arm as something pokes at your brain. You try again, looking around to get your surroundings. Where the hell are you?

The room decorated in shades of brown and cream is unfamiliar to you. Then, you turn slowly and comes face to face with a wall. For a moment you get lost in the muscles on that broad back, Defined and flexed in a way that you ever thought only photoshop could do, God, who is this man?

You try to get up on your elbows to get a peek at his face, but your head feels full of water, heavy and shaking, to the point where it can burst at minimum pressure. You collapse back on the mattress, your mouth dry, your stomach churning like a centrifuge. The throbs to the head making you want to throw up, and sure there is something wrong with your ears. It's like an amplifier two hundred of thousand watts was connected to the eardrum.

The man besides, you take a deep breath and shifts to his back, stomach up and giving you the chance to see his profile.

Your mouth drops open.

Oh. My. God. What did you do?

He opens his eyes, sees you and smiles sleepily. You are paralyzed with horror, trying to wake up from that nightmare or wishing you are someone else. His arm crawls under the sheets, snuggling into you like a sly cat. You still can't move, just breath and blink and you are very impressed that your brain is still able to send precise commands to the body. For a moment you think that it is disconnected from the rest of you, as you aren't even able to close your mouth.

A strong, toned arm wraps around your waist. There is nothing between his warm skin and yours. The tip of something hard, big, thick, and smooth like velvet nudge your hip. That's when you jump out of bed.

"What's it?" Namjoon asks, lifting his torso and leaning on an elbow. He scrutinizes you closely, his eyes sliding down your naked body.

"Don't look at me!" You pull the sheets off the bed, feeling all the blood rise to your face. You wrap yourself in the fabric, a little clumsy from the embarrassment and haste.

However, by covering yourself, you end up exposing Namjoon.

Holy crap!

You can't take your eyes off him no matter how hard you try and... Ah, like you are even trying. But how can you look away after seeing, completely dumbfounded—and very, very angry—his naked body on the bed. How did he hide all that? Okay, not Namjoon is not ugly, the shirts don't fit him well, they only suggested broad shoulders still you thought he was a little thin. But the body right in front of you is nothing thin and is definitely much more than a good physique. Broad shoulders and shapely, sculpted chest, flat and defined abs to perfection, and, going down a little more, you come across the... Wow!

He has the decency, little too late, to cover with the pillow what had so caught your attention. You finally understand what Alexia has seen in him.

“What did we do?" You ask in a thin voice, holding the sheets tighter around your body.

He scratches his head and shoots you a startled look. “Hmm… It seems kind of obvious, Y/n."

At least this time he got your name right, you console yourself. "No! We can't have done... it!"

"Why not?" He is still looking at you in that weird way.

"Because... because... Because we work together! You just got out of a relationship, and I'm interested in a guy and... You're my boss, by the way. By the love of God! Also, I would remember if we had... if we had done it. And I don't remember!"

"Anything?" His eyebrows rise.

The lack of those horrible glasses is unsettling to you. Why doesn't he put that mask on his face so you can feel safe again? Namjoon is a lot more handsome than you'd realized. It is as if there are two of him. One normal and annoying, and the other hot as hell. Like the Doctor and the Monster. Or Superman and Clark Kent. hmmm... funny, you always liked the reporter better.

Shaking your head in an attempt to unscramble your thoughts. “I remember some things, but not this." You point at his body and then yours.

“What do you remember?'

He sits on the bed but keeps the pillow over his lap. Closing your eyes, you try to think so you don't get distracted by the muscles flexed in his abdomen.

"Hmm... We came here after you paid the bar bill." you start.

"Right."

"And we drank more here. Then we started dancing. But I think that we didn't even have music."

“We didn't."

"Then someone suggested that we should dance naked..."

“You suggested it,” he points out.

You open your eyes. He is smiling. Oh my God! It is whole smile, with teeth and eyes and that made that almost perpetual frown disappears between his eyebrows and two adorable dimples appear on his cheeks.

“Whatever,” you concede. “I suggested we dance naked. I started taking off my clothes while balancing the tequila bottle on my forehead. Ew, I don't even like tequila!" You grimace.

“Oh yes, I remember that too. It was funny.” He laughs lightly but stops as soon as he sees your face. “Maybe it wasn't all that funny."

“After that…” You drop your shoulders, defeated. "Nothing more."

He frowns, seeming to concentrate. "I think we jumped in bed like two kids, just in our underwear..."

"Oh, yeah..." You are vaguely remembering what he is saying. "Thank God, there is still hope! So that was it!" You say, clinging to the only lifesaving line you find. "Maybe we're exhausted after so much dancing and jumping and passed out in bed without anything else happening. Seriously speaking Namjoon, we were too drunk to have done anything else besides passing out."

"It could be that..."

"Nothing happened between us," You decide, interrupting him and letting your body fall on the mattress, exhaling heavily, even though you don't quite understand how your lingerie is gone. "It would have been terrible if we had... hmm... Have you ever thought how embarrassing it would be? Casual sex for definition, happens with someone you won't see again, not with someone who works with you. Especially if he's your boss."

"Glad nothing happened," he agrees, a little embarrassed.

"It's a relief!" Still wrapped in the sheets, you start to gather your clothes that are scattered through the room. Your bra hangs like a flag on the doorknob to what you expect to be the bathroom.

And it is so you lock yourself in there and hurry to get decent. Damn it! Where's your panties? You pull the dress over your head and tie the belt in a whatever way. You rest your hands on the sink and takes few deep breaths, trying to calm your pulse. you wash your face and take the opportunity to swallow a good amount of water, anxious to get rid of the desert feeling in your mouth. Drying your face on the soft towel and staring in the mirror, hoping to find some type of green zombie with huge dark circles. You don't miss by much. Your hair is a mess, and you try to untangle it with your fingers, but it is full of knots and, the more you try, the worse they get. You pull the threads back with the intention of tying it up, but then you stop, astonished. An almost round and purple mark, right at the junction of the neck and collarbone, it seemed to glow neon in the mirror.

"Oh no!"

Suddenly an image, a flash of something you don't want to remember, fills your throbbing head. Namjoon was saying something into your neck, you laughed, and he teased you, biting the delicious shape on the base of your neck, pressing his body even more against yours, going deeper, making you moan and pull his bare ass with more strength against your core, wanting to receive everything he...

"Shit!" You mutter, letting go of your hair and hiding the hickey with it.

You walk out of the bathroom having no idea how to tell Namjoon that you not only had fucked, apparently you really enjoyed it a lot.

He is crouched beside the bed, his ass round and fitted inside his jeans facing you.

"Namjoon..."

He straightens up in a flash, immediately bringing his left hand to his back pocket, but before he can hide it, you can see the small black foil packaging with the golden dragon stamped, torn in the middle. He already knows.

"What's it?" he asks, looking worried. The glasses are back. You suppress relief sigh.

"It's just that... I... What did you find there?" It will be easier if he begins. No, it won't be easier. It will be less embarrassing.

"Nothing important," he replies. “Just a business card that fell out of my pocket yesterday while we... danced."

You stare at him for what feels like an entire century. He does not intend to pretend that you hadn't had sex? He knows what you have done and won't tell you anything? Even though you already know, he doesn't know it. How can this bastard not tell you such a thing? How does he dare?!

"Are you sure it is some kind of business card?" You press.

“It's the phone number of a possible sponsor."

Ah yes. Maybe Jointex is interested in placing an ad in a women's magazine...

Straightening your shoulders and willing to not continue being humiliated by him, you say: "I need to go."

"Don't you want to eat something first?" he offers, rather awkwardly, but seeming to want to play the gentle lover. As if that is possible... The guy fucked you and doesn't have the decency to tell you! "Can I ask for room service."

"You don't need to." You bent down and pick up your bag, which is inside an open drawer. "So, just to be clear, last night never existed."

"Never existed." He nods briefly, staring at you.

You wait for him to change his mind and own up to what had happened between you both, but the bastard remains silent, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Furious, you march towards the door and walks out, not slamming it once you go through. It is enough to give him reasons to mock you. It will be hell to have to look at his face on Monday, but you will survive. Who knows, he might have indigestion from the hotel's coffee and need to stay hospitalized for a year or two?

Yeah, and who knows, you might as well find Santa on the sidewalk handing out Easter eggs.

You slam the door hard as you walk into your apartment. You are so angry that you could set your own shoes on fire—with you in them! - if that can make Namjoon suffer in some way. you throw your bag on the couch and collapses on it. Sabrina appears wrapped in her bath towel, her hair still dripping, and her mouth covered in white foam.

"Someone got lucky last night..." she grumbles, stopping to brush her teeth for a second.

"You have no idea what happened!" Restless, you get on your feet and goes straight to the tiny kitchen. You open the old blue fridge and takes out a can of soda in an attempt to get rid of the nausea caused by the hangover.

Sabrina follows you, spitting white foam into the kitchen sink and rinsing her mouth right there.

"It wasn't good?"

"Good?" You take a sip of your soda before answering. The gas making your eyes water. "It was horrible! My boss doesn't want me to know that I had sex with him."

She frowns. "Why would your boss have any interest in your personal life? Jungkook is a freelancer, not an employee of the magazine. This is not about Namjoon."

“Sabrina.” You stare at her. "My boss doesn't want me to know that I had sex with him!"

"I already heard it. And it's comical to say the least! How could he want you to not know you had sex with Jungkook? This is the kind of thing girls always know..."

"Not always. But you still don't understand. I didn't have sex with Jungkook, Sa. It was with Namjoon!" You explain in a cry. "My boss doesn't want me to know that I had sex with him, my boss, Namjoon Kim."

She widens her eyes. "What?"

"I know!"

You go back to the living room and throw yourself on the couch again. Soda splashing on the dress, but neither Sabrina nor you care.

“Eeeeeee… look.” She sits down next to you. "I don't understand anything, but it's kind of ridiculous that Namjoon doesn't want you to know he's had sex with you. You were there, weren't you?"

"Yeah, but I was really drunk and didn't remember much when I woke up. Then that son of a bitch took advantage of it."

"From your drinking?" she wants to know, horrified.

"Oh no. He was drunk too. I think even more than I was. he took advantage of my lapse of memory because of the hangover. Then I remembered everything. Or almost everything. The parts that matter, at least."

“Okay, breathe and start again." She grabs your shoulders and shakes you lightly. “You went out to meet Jungkook."

"I did, but he had a last-minute work call the kitchen of the government palace exploded and he had to run there."

“Okay, he stood you up. And how did Namjoon get into this story?"

“Namjoon happens to be staying at the hotel where I was going to have dinner with Jungkook. He found me a little pissed off at the bar, because Jimin showed up there with his fiancée,” you say.

"Jimin is getting married?!"

"Yes. The woman must have about two meters of legs and straight hair like an Indian. She said they met last month. Last month, Sa! He came after me at that time. He's an asshole!"

“I never thought he was anything else.” She shakes her head. "But, going back to the story, Jimin showed up there with his fiancée and..."

"And then I got bad, and a little later Namjoon showed up, and he's also enjoying a heart break, because his girlfriend kicked him out. We started drinking vodka..."

“Two broken hearts and vodka." She clicks her tongue. "A terrible combination!"

"It is. I woke up this morning in his room. Both of us naked. And then the bastard pretended he didn't have sex with me!"

"Maybe he doesn't remember." She tries to comfort you. "You said he was very drunk, and you didn't remember right away."

You shake your head, and it isn't a good idea. You brain seems to have the consistency of jello.

“He found the condom wrapper,” you tell her. "Oh, he remembers. He knows!"

"What a jerk!"

"That's what I'm saying! I can't believe I had sex with him. He is my boss, damn it!" And you throw yourself against the back of the couch, covering your face with your forearm.

"Hard one! so? What's he like?"

You snort. "Oh, Sabrina, do I know?"

“So, it was bad. If it had been good, you would remember."

You drop your arm into your lap and look at her. “I'm not sure about that. I was drunk. And you know what's worse?" You straighten up a little, facing her. "He's a fraud! A complete fraud! You look at him and what you see is a pair of nerd glasses, disheveled hair, and ridiculous ties. But it's all facade! Suddenly the guy takes off his clothes and glasses and transforms, he has a body of a god and the biggest... I've ever seen."

"Oh, yes?" She shifts on the couch, holding the towel wrapped around her body, curiosity stamps her delicate face. "And what else?"

"He's has a six pack! Really, one full of buds, like a pile of mini hamburger buns that make you want to lick. How does Namjoon, Namjoon! Has a six pack like that?"

That is what pisses you off the most. Namjoon was a complete geek and didn't even try to hide it. Nerds, geeks, or any other species of the genre do not have a six pack is completely against the rules. It is the same as buttering your shoes and putting it on.

Unthinkable. Inconceivable. Revolting!

“He must work out,” you friend argues. "Surely he must spend hours at the gym pumping iron."

"And the ass? You needed to see the dimples that... Argh!" You sink to your head in your hands. "Look at me! It's about my boss's ass that I'm talking, damn it! I hate Namjoon even more for making me think about his ass."

Sabrina laughs. “To tell you the truth, I always thought Namjoon was really hot."

You roll your eyes. “He's the biggest jerk that ever walked this planet."

“A really hot jerk,” she insists.

"A jerk who doesn't want me to know he fucked me!"

"Again, you realize how ridiculous that sounds, don't you?"

“This whole situation is ridiculous!" you admit. "But if he wants to pretend that nothing happened, so it's ok. I will do the same. Actually, I would really like to fulfill his wish and not know that I went to bed with him."

"What about Jungkook?"

You groan again, lifting your head.

"He'll think I'm the biggest hoe when he finds out what I've done." you grumble.

Sabrina hugs you. "And what right does he have to think anything? He is not your boyfriend nor your date. You don't owe him any satisfaction about your life. And he stood you up anyway."

"He had to cover a story!"

"Stood up!" she insists seriously.

"Fine!" You roll your eyes. “He stood me up. Happy now?"

"Not really. I wanted you to be happy, or that at least you had had fun." She clicks her tongue, grimacing. "I knew that I couldn't let you go alone. You always do everything wrong! Casual sex is supposed to fun and crazy, shouldn't cause you trouble. You won't go out alone to drink anymore. Who knows what you might do next time? Marry a madman?"

“I don't doubt it. So, what are you going to do today?" She stands up, adjusting the towel around her body.

"I'm going to the mall to see how the work is going. I still can't believe I got this account! It's a hell of a job, and they trusted my work. You're really good at fortune telling."

"It's a zodiac," you correct. “And I'm not good at all. You are a fantastic professional. It was merit, not magic."

“Maybe so, but you got it right again."

You go to the shower, then take two aspirins, but I don’t feel any better. Too restless and irritated. It doesn’t help much that memories of the previous night began to become clearer. You wonder happened to your common sense when you agreed to go to Namjoon's room. With all the man in the planet, he is the last one you could imagine sharing a crazy night of sex.

You end up dozing off on the couch most of the afternoon, and around six o'clock you cross the hallway to say goodbye to Taehyung and Beatriz. The apartment is all organized, and Tae, hidden under a pile of suitcases.

"How long are you going to stay out? Ten years?" You ask in same moment Yeotan jumps on your leg. You caress his head, and he rolls onto his back.

"I told her," Taehyung laughs. "But Beatriz doesn't believe there are stores of clothes there."

Bea rolled her eyes. "You never know what I'm going to need, I have to be prepared. I was just on my way to your apartment. There is a small change of plans. I won't have to bother you... too much," she adds apprehensive. "My brother and his wife fought. He's going to stay here for a while, and he offered to take care of Yeotan. But I wanted to ask you a favor. Jonnie is closed up, you know? Not much of a talker, keeps his feelings to himself. He looks fine, he swore he is fine, but I don't know. I am worried about him. It would it be too much if I asked you to take a look on it from time to time?"

"I don't think he's going to like being babysat, Bea."

“I know, that's why I thought you'd use Yeotan as an excuse. You can come see if he's ok and stuff. Can you do that, Y/n? He knows I don't trust him enough to leave Yeotan unsupervised. I warned him that you are going to come by to make sure he doesn't let my baby stave to death."

You have no intention of babysitting anyone, but you know what it is like to have a brother who doesn't talk much. One that never says how he really feels. Although a bit reluctant, you end up accepting the mission.

"Fine. I'll pop in every now and then to see how he and Yeotan are doing."

Perfect! My brother will meet us at the airport to pick up the keys and then go pack his things to come here tomorrow. Can Yeotan sleep with you today, right?"

“Of course, Bea."

"Oh, Y/n, you're the best! And, you know, I'll tell you that, despite being worried, I'm a little relieved about Jonnie’s breakup. Looks like he'll finally have a chance to be happy."

“He must be devastated, Bea,” you say.

“It doesn't look like it, but that's the problem with my brother. He never shows what he feels. I spoke to him almost now. He went on a drinking spree yesterday woke up with the biggest hangover. Looks like he went out with a friend threw everything up in the air. You will like him. Jonnie is fun and a very nice person. Thinking about..." She looks at you from head to toe, smiling in a mischievous way that you don't like at all. “You two really match. You're still single, right? Was yesterday's date just... a random date?"

“I was stood up.” You shrug.

"Wonderful!" She claps her hands.

"Bea!" Taehyung calls her out, adjusting the handles of the suitcases in a way he could carry them all.

"Oh, sorry, Y/n," she hurries. "But you just got dumped, didn't you?"

“Actually, I kicked him—”

“Whatever,” she cut you off, excited. "The important thing is that my brother also ended a story and..."

"And in two broken hearts the flame of love can bloom" Taehyung jokes.

"That!" she agrees. "Just wait until you meet Jonnie. You'll love my brother as soon as you set your eyes on him."

Sabrina is still asleep when someone rings the doorbell. Yeotan jumps on you, barking hysterically, then jumps out of bed and continues with his morning tantrum to your closed bedroom door. You understand him. Who knocks on someone's door before noon on a Sunday? it is probably Jonnie who came to get the puppy. You get out of bed muttering, you toss the egg-yellow bathrobe with black stripes on the sleeves your brother had given it to you last month—Hoseok got it at the gym where he works—and opens the bedroom door. Yeotan bolts into the room, his barking so high that it echoes through the whole apartment. It doesn’t help much that Bea's brother keeps ringing the bell.

"I'm coming!" You yell in a bad mood, even so the person continues pressing the button, causing Yeotan to throw a fit fit of a pop star. "God dammit! I already heard!"

You open the door angrily. Your eyes widen.

"I'm not pressing, I think the button is stuck..."

You slam the door closed. Yeotan keeps barking and the damn bell keeps on screaming.

“Shut up,” you plead the little dog, while trying to breathe slowly. What is Namjoon doing here?

"Y/n?" comes the muffled voice.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

You run your hands through your hair trying to tame it, rubs your eyes and ties the robe belt. This is not how you want him to see you after what had happened. Not that you care about what he thinks of you...so no problems. All you want to know is what the hell he is doing here.

"Namjoon." you flash a cold smile as you open the door again.

"I thought it was you." He lifts his glasses with his index finger, looking embarrassed. "How are you?"

"It depends. What are you doing here?" You give a few punches on the doorbell switch. With a strange groan, the screaming ceases. Yeotan continues his show.

“I'm going to live here for a while." He pointed to the open door of Beatriz's apartment.

"You're Bea's brother!" It isn't a question. It is a sentence of announcement of your death.

“And you're the neighbor who's going to babysit me,” he jokes.

"I guess so."

You bent down to pick up Yeotan and try to get him to stop barking. It works for about eight seconds. As Namjoon studies the little dog, his eyes get bigger and bigger behind the lens.

“For God's sake, tell me this isn't Yeotan."

“No. Not this. Is Yeotan. Say hi to Uncle Jonnie,” you scoff, picking up the dog's paw and shaking it lightly.

Namjoon's cheeks redden at the nickname.

"I'm going to kill Beatriz," he mutters. "And I'm not going to take care of it this!"

"Oh, yes you will. You promised your sister. she left me in charge to check that Yeotan is being treated well. I'll have to tell on you if you don't take good care of him."

"But he's a Pomeranian! How am I going to go walk on the street with that?"

“The same way you would go out with your dog. He's just furry, Namjoon."

"It's a Pomeranian!" he repeats, as if that explained everything.

"I'm pretty sure it's still not possible to do race swaps in laboratory. I think it's best to accept is as soon as possible he's a Pomeranian." It makes him laugh, and those tiny crescents appears on his cheeks.

"So, you're not funny just when you're drunk." He sticks his hands in jeans pockets.

You blush. Friday night is the last thing you expect him to mention. You lower your eyes to his chest, staring at the shirt with the print of a fat ghost wedged into a red forbidden symbol.

"I don't think so," you mutter, handing Yeotan to him.

He holds it with only one hand and tucks it under his arm, like a pack of beer. "So, we'll be neighbors," he comments.

You are sure you have been a bad, very, very bad person in another life. Only then you would be able to accept that Namjoon, your arrogant rude, disheveled boss, who took you to bed and didn't tell you, is going to live in apartment opposite of yours.

"Is what it seems."

"Well... we'll see you around."

"See you."

You close the door and leans against it. Despicable asshole! Not one word about what happened on Friday. Men really are worthless. And that includes Jungkook, who stood you up. The one to blame for what happened between you and Namjoon.

"What scandal was that?" Sabrina appears, yawning, her blond hair pointing in different directions.

"Bea's brother came to get Yeotan."

"And why do you have that face? You can see Yeotan whenever you want." She goes into the kitchen to make breakfast.

"Because Bea's brother, that Jonnie, is Namjoon," you follow.

"Which Namjoon?"

"Sabrina! How many Namjoon’s do I know?"

"Oh my God!" She drops a spoonful of dark powder on the sink. "What did you do in your past life, Y/n?"

“I was wondering the same thing. I don't want to have to see Namjoon every day after work. I don't even want to see him during working hours!"

"How come you never knew that Namjoon was Bea's brother?"

"I don’t know. She always says my brother this, Jonnie that…” you take the sponge on the sink and starts to clean up the mess. "The guy never comes here. And she never mentioned that her brother worked at a magazine."

"And does she know you work at a magazine?"

"I'm not sure. I mentioned it once or twice but I'm not sure if she really listened. Beatriz is a wonderful person, but she and Taehyung match much more than it seems. She's got her head in the Stock Exchange cloud, and don't really listen to what people say."

“Then I will call it an unfortunate coincidence.” Sabrina laughs.

“And I will call it karma."

You make some toast to settle your stomach, which is sated by the monster hangover from previous day, while Sabrina tells you about her thing with Seokjin. You hear part but ends up getting distracted by the barking dog across the hall. For a moment you hate Alexia kicking Namjoon out and with that forcing you to see him more than your sanity allows.

You shake your head and returns your attention to your friend. She is a little sulked this morning. Seokjin, also known as Prince Charming, won't be able to see her on Sunday. You are a little surprised to find out that she has that kind of expectation with someone she'd known for two weeks.

“I'm going to visit my grandmother later,” you tell her. "If you want, you can come with me."

"You just saved my Sunday!" She hugs you tightly. "You know I love visiting your grandmother."

"But you'll have to promise not to ask her to tell your fortunes."

"Promise. But if she wants to read it, I can't say no, right? Would be very impolite to refuse."

You roll your eyes. You grandmother always managed to tell everyone's fortunes. She can't resist taking a look at the fates of others, likes to know what the letters, coffee grounds, or the palm of someone's hand has to say. It is like a cosmic Facebook for her.

After Sabrina and you have cleaned up the house, you hit the road and in less than an hour, you are already parking at your grandmother's place. Like every Sunday, all your uncles, aunts and cousins ​​are there. It takes at least twenty minutes for you to get inside the house, because it is necessary to kiss and hug each one of the relatives, and not only a few. You find Grandma in the kitchen, with half a dozen of other aunts and cousins, finishing lunch.

“You're late,” she says, not turning to look at you. "It would have been useful to have more hands to help prepare food."

"Your blessing, grandma. And I didn't say I was coming,” you object.

“God bless you, darling. I knew you would. Hi Sabrina."

"Good morning, Grandma Cecilia. Want some help?" your friend asks.

"Help is always welcome. Can you give a hand to Sarah and take the dishes, dear?"

"Of course."

“And you, Y/n, come help me with the food." it isn't a request.

You help grandma carry the food out to the yard. Two long tables of wood have already been laid. Sabrina seems very comfortable among your romani relatives. Much more than you feel, actually. Not that you don't like your roots, you just don't understand or agree with some things. Like an arranged marriage, no pants or short hair for women, separate a couple if they don't conceive a child soon. All very archaic for you.

As soon as the food is served, everyone organizes themselves around the tables. Men take the longest. All the women huddle around each other. Every time you question grandma about why men and women never sit together at the table, she rolls her eyes and says, “This is why I hate your father!”

Grandma Cecilia’s food is very spicy and delicious, and you end up repeating the rice with lamb and walnuts. Then grandma thinks it is fair that you wash all the dishes, since you weren't there to prepare lunch. And there are too many! But it's alright. You go wash the dishes without complaining, because lately grandma and you can't talk without arguing.

However, while you are washing and Sabrina is drying the dishes, Grandma sit back by the doorframe, crossing her arms, which make her bracelets jingle like bells.

“You look different,” she says.

"I am? How different?"

"You are tense."

Sometimes your grandmother really seems to know things. She remains there, watching you silently until you finish the job. When you get rid of the apron, she takes you by the hand.

“Oh, grandma, no. I don't want you to." But it is too late. Is it over she studies your palm with a frown. Her thin finger run along one of the lines.

“He's here,” she announces, still looking at your hand.

"Who?"

“Your man. The one who will make you happy. You already met him."

"Really?" Not that you believe your palm knows what's going to happen in the future. But one thing you are sure: Grandma is always right. Whether by magic, instinct, or anything else, she always gets the predictions right.

"Yes, and you can ruin everything," she adds.

"That's news!" Sabrina moans.

Your grandma looks up quickly and looks at you. At that moment she's no longer Grandma Cecilia talking. It is the Romani Sapphire. "You should stop doing what you're doing. It's dangerous, Y/n."

You swallow hard. you know what she is talking about. “I got a freelance job,” you hear yourself saying in a snatch of voice. “Maybe I'll stop soon."

"It's good." She nods and then looks at Sabrina, who's smiles anxiously, like a younger daughter greedy for her mother's attention. Grandma takes her hand and is direct: “You met the right man at the wrong time."

"Oh my God! Why is it the wrong time?" the anguish stamps her beautiful face.

“I don't know, honey, but you'll find out soon enough."

Your friend is devastated after it, and even when you try to cheer her up telling her not to believe everything your grandmother said, she doesn’t give you attention.

“Your grandmother is the most powerful fortune teller I know. If she says it's the wrong time, so it's the wrong time.” She points at Grandma once you are left alone.

"And if you listen to that, you'll end up doing something stupid and turn what she said into reality. That's how this “prediction of the future,” works Sa."

"I can't believe you're saying your grandmother is a charlatan!” 

“It's not that. But seriously! Now you're going to be thinking that something will go wrong with Seokjin, and you're going to do everything to make sure that doesn't happen, right?"

"Obviously!" she replies as if she is talking to a child.

"So, you're going to get so obsessed with what my grandma said you're going to forget to enjoy what is happening now, it will end up changing and screwing everything with the guy you like."

"But your grandmother said it's not the right time!" she insists.

“That's for you to decide, not my grandmother or the palm of your hand."

"Can you believe you've already met the man of your life?"

You hesitate. “I think there's a good chance Jungkook is someone special, but then to be the man of my life has a big difference. I barely know him. Although I'm very attracted to him, I can't say whether or not he's the one I will love. The lid to my pan."

"So, you're not worried about what Grandma Cecilia said?" About you screwing it all?

"Not even a little."

Sabrina is right on one point: even if Jungkook finds out you went to bed with Namjoon, he can't say anything, because you haven't gone out yet. You have everything under control.

That's it, it everything will be all right.

Ⓒ 2022 Sugarushsuga, do not copy, translate or repost.

[temilyrights]

resisting you was always impossible (temily)

Summary: Tara Lewis x Emily Prentiss. Emily and Tara are forced to spend the night in a motel when a storm hits. (oh no there’s only one bed).

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is my first fic that doesn't include a reader and I'm proud. I was forced to write this because there just aren't enough Temily fics, and I'm completely obsessed with them (also would like to marry them both pls and ty<3) Please let me know what you think! I'm hoping to write for them more in the future :)

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Emily swore under her breath as she pushed her way into the motel room, her clothes and hair were absolutely drenched, and she was currently rethinking every single life decision that had led her to where she was now.

Stuck in a motel room.

with only one bed.

with the ONLY person that she’d been trying to avoid getting into any situation with that blurred the lines of professionalism.

“Oh, thank god, we’ve got towels.” Tara sighed in relief, grabbing the ratty towels from the cupboard as Emily shut the door.

She chucked one in Emily’s direction and used the other to squeeze the water from her hair as she made her way over to her go-bag she’d dropped onto the table.

She looked over her shoulder at Emily, who stood frozen, and frowned. “You okay, Prentiss?”

Emily cleared her throat and made to squeeze the water out of her own hair. “Yeah.”

Tara snorted and turned back to the bag. She rested the towel on her shoulder to free up her hands. She unzips the bag and rummages through for a moment before pulling out an old band t-shirt. She turns around and holds it up for Emily to inspect.  “This okay? It’s about all I’ve got.”

“Pardon?” Emily frowned.

“You need something to change into unless you plan on catching hypothermia and considering you didn’t have your go-bag in the SUV, you’re stuck with my clothes.”

Emily struggles to breathe. “Right.” She nods, “Uh, yeah. That’s fine.”

She steps forwards and takes the shirt from Tara. “Thanks, I’m gonna...” She points in the direction of the bathroom and without waiting for a response quickly disappears.

Once the door is shut behind her Emily proceeds to quietly freak the fuck out.

Of course, it was her luck that a storm would hit on their drive back from interviewing a perp at Arizona state prison (who they suspected of being connected to their current case). The rain was so bad Emily could hardly see the road and Tara had suggested stopping for the night and picking back up in the morning when the rain would have hopefully calmed.

Which was a smart idea, but Emily had protested up until the point the car slid and nearly drove off the side of the road.

With anyone else, this situation would be annoying but fine.

But Emily’s heart fluttered stupidly around Tara and she’d taken to telling herself multiple times a day that she was Tara’s boss and that nothing could happen.

It wasn’t helping.

“Suck it up, Prentiss.” She told herself. She’d taken down serial killers; she could handle an inconvenient crush.

Emily stripped out of her clothes, leaving only her underwear on, which thankfully hadn’t been soaked through because honestly, Emily didn’t know how she would have coped if she had had to ask Tara for some. She hung the clothes over the side of the bath to dry and slipped on Tara’s T-shirt.

It was an old Rolling Stones one, and despite her and Tara’s height difference, it barely covered her ass.

“Perfect.” She muttered, and with one last look in the shitty motel mirror, Emily opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.

And then proceeded to nearly have a stroke.

Because Emily was painfully aware of how attractive Tara was, but she was totally not prepared to see her very long, very beautiful legs. She was wearing a vest top along with short sleep shorts, and it was just a lot of beautiful skin.

“You okay, Prentiss?” Tara asked for the second time that night, with a smirk that Emily desperately wanted to kiss off her face.

“Yeah, I, uh,” Emily scrambled for something to say, “I tried phoning Rossi to let him know what happened but there’s no cell reception.”

“I’m sure they’ll figure it out. We can leave early tomorrow so we can be back at the station for nine.” Tara said as she leant down to grab something from where it rested on the bed.

Emily managed to avert her eyes from Tara’s legs just before the women straightened up and met her gaze. She held out a chocolate bar. “Want this?”

“You have food? You’re a godsend.” Emily praised, happily accepting the bar and chucking her phone onto the bed in the process. They’d been planning on grabbing dinner when they’d gotten back to the hotel, which obviously hadn’t happened. There was no way they were going to be able to order food in this weather and Emily hadn’t eaten since lunchtime.

“Of course, you don’t keep snacks in your go-bag?” Tara’s brows raised in disbelief.

“No, but I will be from now on because that’s genius.”

Tara chuckled. “It’s not a lot. Just that chocolate bar, some trail mix, and a few nutrition bars, but they’re great for emergencies.” Tara’s lips spread into a smirk, her eyes dancing. “And apparently warding off hangry Prentiss’”

Emily scoffed. “I don’t get hangry.”

“Oh, yes you do.” Tara cackled, taking a step closer to her.

“No, I don’t!”

“Sorry, but you do.”

“I do not! Take it back!” Emily ordered, stepping forward to jab a finger at Tara.

“It’s okay Prentiss, a lot of people do.” Tara’s voice lowered, that irritating smirk still painting her lips.

“Yeah, well I’m not a lot of people!” Emily rebutted and knew her face was heating up from her proximity to Tara.

Their breath was practically mingling, and Emily desperately needed to step away. To end whatever this was.

“Oh, I’m very much aware,” Tara said in a way that couldn’t be misconstrued as anything other than flirting. Her eyes dropped to Emily’s lips as her fingers brushed her chin, angling Emily’s head upwards, bringing her mouth dangerously close to hers.

Emily couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but stare deeply into Tara’s eyes. They twinkled but there was a softness behind them, her grip was gentle on Emily’s chin giving her plenty of chance to pull away, but Emily couldn’t remember any of the reasons she should.

So, instead, she nudged her head forward and met Tara’s lips.

And Tara kissed just like she did everything else, with precision, care, and passion. Emily’s hands threaded through Tara’s hair as Tara’s hands ran down her back.

The first sweep of Tara’s tongue had Emily whimpering. Even if she was thinking clearly, she wouldn’t have been able to name a single person who’d even turned her into putty this quickly.

Emily kissed back with everything she had, fighting Tara’s tongue for dominance as they stumbled back towards the bed.

They both breathed heavily as they separated, Tara sat down on the bed and tugged Emily into her lap. Her hands ran down Emily’s side, settling on her hips. Tara stared at her with soft eyes and swollen lips and Emily thought she was the most beautiful thing in the whole world.

But as she stared at Tara her mind began to clear and the full reality of what Emily had just done hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Oh god.”  Emily gasped, eyes widening in horror. “Shit. No. Fuck. Oh god.” She scrambled out of Tara’s lap and off the bed, moving to the other side of the room to put as much space between them as possible.

“We can’t- I shouldn’t have- I-” Emily blew out a breath as she struggled to find what to say. Tara just stared at her confusion and hurt shining in her eyes.

“I’m your boss.” Emily settled on, looking at Tara with desperate eyes. “We can’t do that. We can’t be...” It hurt more than it should have. She could feel her heart cracking.

Tara stood up and approached Emily. “It’ll be okay. There are plenty of agents that have dated while being on the same team.”

Emily shook her head, “I’m your boss. It’s different. There are rules in place for a reason-”

Tara scoffed, “Yeah because of Rossi.” She tried to reach for Emily’s hand, but Emily just swatted her away. “Really, Em?” Her eyes flashed with hurt. “Look, I understand it’s not an ideal situation but are you telling me that you’re just going to be able to forget about what just happened?”

“It doesn’t matter. We’re both professionals. We don’t need to make a big deal out of this.” Emily said mostly to herself. Trying to convince herself that she hadn’t just fucked things up.

“Right. Fine.” Tara muttered, not able to hide the way it hurt. She shook her head and made to step away, but Emily’s hand flew out to stop her.

“Wait.” She waited until Tara met her eyes before releasing her wrist. “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt or upset you. I shouldn’t have let myself get sucked in. I should have stepped away instead of kissing you.”

Emily wanted to make this better, to get that sad look off of Tara’s face.

Tara sighed, “It’s fine, Emily. Let’s just eat and then go to bed. It’s late and I’m tired.”

It was barely 8 o’clock but Emily didn’t want to argue so instead she nodded her head.

The tension when they ate made Emily want to scream. They spoke strictly about the team, keeping the conversation light, and steadily avoiding brushing hands as they shared the bag of trail mix. It was more exhausting than the whole of Emily’s week combined.

By the time she crawled into bed, Emily was ready to hide under the covers and not come out for at least a week. She hated to think of what the next girls’ night would be like...

Tara turned the lights off, plunging the room into darkness before sliding into the bed. “Night.” She murmured.

“Goodnight.”

Emily rolled onto her side, facing away from the other women and tried to fall asleep.

The silence lasted for barely fifteen minutes before Tara sat back up, turned the lamp on and said, “You know what, It’s not fine.”

Emily rolled back over and sat up, wincing at the frustration in Tara’s face.

“You feel something too, right? This wasn’t just about sex. There’s something between us and I don’t want to ignore it just because of some bullshit fraternisation rules that only exist because Rossi is incapable of keeping it in his pants.”

“There are rules for a reason. What if something was to happen in the field, I wouldn’t be able to be objective. If I had to discipline you for a reason it would fuck with our relationship, and plus it would mess with your career if people knew you were sleeping with the boss.” Emily closed her eyes, blowing out a breath before looking at Tara with a pained smile. “I feel it too, okay? I-”

“Then stop fighting it,” Tara ordered. “I don’t care about any of that. We’ll make it work because I really like you Emily and I’m so tired of pretending I don’t.”

Emily’s body melted. Tara reached out and caressed her cheek causing Emily’s eyes to flutter close as she leaned into the contact.

“Let’s just give us a chance,” Tara whispered.

Emily opened her eyes, looking at Tara with adoration and love...because that’s what it was. It wasn’t an inconvenient crush or simple infatuation; Emily had fallen in love with Tara and there was no way of fighting that without breaking her own heart and possibly Tara’s in the process.

Emily steeled herself with a deep breath. “Okay.”

Tara’s eyes lit up in delight and Emily found the sight adorable.

“But we have to stay professional at work.”

“Yes, boss.” Tara teased before leaning in and meeting Emily in a soft kiss.

Emily hummed against her lips, “You’re gonna be the end of me, Tara Lewis.”

Tara chuckled, “Not if I can help it.”

She leaned back in and met Emily’s lips. After a few minutes, Emily groaned causing Tara to pull away with an amused look. “What?”

“I’m just imagining the teasing I’m going to receive from Rossi and JJ when they find out.”

“Well, let’s not think about that now.” She kissed Emily again.

“Yeah, you got a better idea?” Emily hummed in between kisses.

“I’ve got a few.”

Emily slid her hand up to Tara’s neck, dragging her in close and kissing the smirk off her face. Tara mewed and Emily just kissed her deeper, dragging her body down to hers and letting the rest of the world fade away as she focused solely on the beautiful woman on top of her.

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#7 Aitor x Casey 'Bred on a makeshift bed' (18+)

Note: Yes, you see right, the title rhymes.

And also yes, i wrote the first Aitor smut as well, it's a double now.

Have a great time reading after i finally managed to finish this mess of a story.

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Having some free time of from his own work, Aitor decided to visit you at one of the many hideouts you established for yourself across Old Villedor and the Central Loop, although it took him a while to find out at which you had been.

It was near the first substation Aiden and you put back online, actually it was IN the small outpost the Peacekeepers build on top of it, it being on the highest point of it, the place where the PK usually didn't go because it took too long to get up there on the normal way. You on the other hand only climbed for two seconds before you reached your little shack. It was more of a camp and you actually disliked staying up there because of its size being too small even for you. The only reason you stayed there is because you were absolutely dead inside after yesterday's missions.

"Casey? Are you home? Some soldiers told me I'd would find you here today?" He called out from down below. He hears rummaging on top with the rag used by you as a curtain moving with your body touching it whether you wanted it or not, your groans at the size of the hideout audible quite well until you pop your head through the curtains of the small entrance. "Good morning Aitor! Didn't expect you this early today? I thought you had business in Old Villedor?" you ask, crawling out from the makeshift camp before crouching down at the edge of the small platform to get a good look at the PK Commander.

"Mission was fucking blewn, so i have nothing else to do for today. So I thought, what if i went back to Central Loop, now that it's easier to pass through again and make sure my little girl doesn't miss me too much?" He tells you, although he didn't want the other PK to know just how much he really cares for you. "Awww, that's so sweet of you, wait, i'll come down, then we don't have to yell!"

In a matter of seconds, you jump down the tower, taking a roll to soften the fall, standing up to look up to Aitor. "Tadah!" "Just watching you do this every time gives me whiplash, i hope you know that..."

You have to laugh just a bit too much at his complain, knowing it was mostly about his fear for your safety, going on your tip toes — which wasn't enough, you had to pull him down at the cuff of his beige shirt's collar — you give him a peck on the lips and smile at him, "You need to shave." "That's the nicest thing i have heard all day, you'd be surprised."

Old Villedor was having a tough week, now that the Renegades also had a way back to them as well, like Aitor and everyone else over there had one to come back here. And they caused just a bit too much trouble to call it normal. What even was normal with these savages?

Both of you were sure it was ordered by Waltz. Like he had a personal vendetta now against Aitor ever since you stopped his plans in the Renegade territory.

"I can see them being on edge, but they gotta send more men if they want to keep control in Old Villedor, yelling at you and your few men left won't be doing any help... it's really time I get the contract going, that way Seneux can come in helping with the Renegades."

Walking around on the substation's roof to wake your feet from being slightly squeezed in your camp, you pull him along, "Come, i think we both need to free our heads a bit." "But what do you want to do in this place, it's not like we have any activities to do like you told me about Seneux..." "Well...i thought about buying an upgrade for my weapons and maybe we find some better knives for my big strong protector?"

He stops at your nickname for him, his mouth slightly gaping for a moment before you see his eyes with a smug glint in them an he grins, "I mean, you aren't wrong, my little girl needs someone as strong as me at their side, right? Can't do that with some blunt metal pieces~", a grin finding a way onto his stoic usual expression, a — in your opinion way too feminine and embarrassing — giggle leaving your lips. "But to be a bit more honest, i should call you my strong protector at this point, shouldn't i?" He asks with a whisper, leaning down to your height so the soldiers next to you can't hear his words. "Nah, shut up, you're the man, trust me. And maybe you can later show me again just how big you are in other places?"

His hand intertwined with yours squeezed tighter at that question and you hear him swallow quickly, "If you got the time today, i would love to? Where? I hope not on your dingy tower hideout up there...if you don't really fit, i won't either. Unless you want to try exhi—"

"Wherever you want, whenever you want. I'm yours~" you interrupt his very much forward idea, although you would love to show others what is yours, only letting them watch but never touch. You're just that kind of woman, you guessed.

Sex with Aitor was beyond imagination already anyways, your size difference between each other definitely one of the great things about it. His..."package"...was just about an inch or two longer than average but he was incredibly girthy. Another girl your "size" might not have as much fun as you, but you had a slight liking for the pain all the stretching and edging caused.

The first time you took him, you cried horribly. He wanted to stop immediately at the first sight of you tearing up, didn't want to hurt you no matter how badly he wanted- no needed you in that moment, but you pulled him closer, told him continue in between the sobs, to destroy your innocence. Oh how you felt close to heaven that moment, the feeling entirely new and unexplored to you — except through porn obviously — and you both feared that you screamed loud enough for the whole PK Base to hear you.

After that first encounter you were sure no other man was able to satisfy you that well afterwards. Not like you had any other men in your focus anyways. Aitor has been your first in MANY topics.

"If we do, by the way, can I sit on your lap?" You ask, on any other context it might've sounded much more innocent, but Aitor knew the context and had to control his reaction around his men badly, knowing exactly that you wanted to catch him off guard. "If you think you can handle all of me again already after last time, do what you like..." He hisses through tight lips, pulling you towards the arms dealer and trader that finally opened his shop.

"Good morning Casey...and good morning Commander! I wouldn't have expected you around currently! Can I do something for you two?" Volo, a very much cheeky and adventurous PK Trader you came to know quite well already in Old Villedor, yet came to the Central Loop after finding out he can make more revenue around that area because of the threat of the Renegades nearby, greeted you two. "Ayup Volo, i just wanna browse through the new upgrades you talked about last time, if you already have them?"

With a proud smile, he points at a box next to him, "Just came through this night, if you didn't hear the ruckus i accidentally made...and for the Commander? Also here for the Upgrades? Did your magpie of a friend already whisper it to you in Old Villedor?" Aitor takes a short moment to imagine you as an actual magpie, a corner of his lips pulling up at that all too funny image of a chaotic, constantly ready-to-rumble bird with your attitude, before shaking his head, "Not exactly, all though I'm not turned off by the idea, but I'm here for a new set of knives. My old ones got kinda blunt over time, guess i shouldn't try cutting through my enemies..."

Volo seems to remember something important at Aitor's mention of new knives, crouching down for a moment, looking through a different weapon crate under his desk. "You won't believe it, honestly, but i got a beautiful set of knives from the last expedition i went on. They're going to be a bit expensive but truly a sight for sore eyes of everyone who uses this kind of fighting style a lot."

He places two identical combat knives onto the desk's blanket.

Aitor gives one a try, letting you take the second one to give it a more detailed look. The knives had this much more trivial "shiny holographic reflection" metal cover on the blades that you only remember of older Videogame you sometimes played with certain squad mates, but even then you had to approve, the steel seeming quite familiar to you even under said extra cover. It's high grade carbon steel for military purposes for the fixed blade, usually having been used by soldiers back in Seneux, since the weapons — in that case just knives and other close combat gear — factory was very close to it's former old world borders, so already back in your region's reigns since about four years.

"It's got a great balance, personally I think it's a fantastic set, the holographic's a bit...much, but i can get those off if you want me to. I know those knives too, used a lot back where I am from." You claim, trying a few stances with them, thinking about all the ways Aitor could use them to his advantage. "What about you, you gotta use them after all? Could you?"

"Aitor?" You tap him into the shoulder, watching him be slightly fascinated about the rare find Volo got. "It feels great in my hands, can I have the second one for a moment?" With a nod, you hand it over, watching him do the same you just did, trying out stances, imagining his performance with them. "Actually amazing, and the fact that it's actually still combat knives, not something made of scrap to humor them, it has a great weigh to it. I could definitely imagine having something similar like these bu—" " 'that's the case, i'll be taking those, Volo." "Casey!"

It was somewhat expensive, a very satisfied Volo pulling literally 2000 Coins out of your slightly dusty pockets but in your eyes Aitor deserves the best weapons he can get, he needed to be able to defend his men and Villedor.

While he pouts at you, trying to look angry — while you can definitely see the excitement in his blue and grey eyes — he places them in the place of his old blunt ones, which you threw quickly off the roof, hearing a infected groan at the sudden impact, "Say bye bye to your old knives, man, she just threw them further than she could probably throw you!" Volo laughs as he follows the now metal scraps disappear somewhere amits the other trash on the streets, surprised at your reaction but Aitor could only pat you on the head, "I'm sure she could throw me just as far, if not further, from what I've seen of her...but thanks for the Knives, Casey."

"You needed new ones, shut up with your thanks or i take them back and sell them for 4000..." You groan, whacking his hand away as a joke, laughing at his suspicious side glance in return, "You wouldn't." "Oh i would, good sir. Right here and now." "I wouldn't buy them back for 4000, Hun..." Volo butts confused at your attempt to rip him off, making you sigh, "Then somewhere else, but you both better not test me."

Then you eye the box from before, "But now, lemme take a look at the beauties you have down there, would you be so kind?"

Seeing the different types of upgrades he had, your eyes shine like those of a kid on Christmas. One caught your eyes in seconds. It would let you weapons have a tank-like addon to fill in various fluids, which could be THV chemicals in that case or poison. Those would trickle down onto the blade if you push a button on it while it's pointing downwards, or in any angle logical for the fluid to get onto the blade and not your hands.

A different version next to it, more expensive though, had two tanks that were each Abit smaller to keep the same size, two buttons. So you could pick your — or your enemies — poison in that case. "Ouuuuhhh! Now that seems kinky...with those i wouldn't have to replace the chemical layers on my knife and axe by hand!" You gushed in excitement, picking up the upgrade. With a bit of work, you can make them more handy, a bit smaller to fit better onto your belt. And obviously with some chance less of possibly falling apart like anything makeshift in this place.

Technically, if you were being honest, you could make most upgrades yourself with a few hours left to tinker and think. But they wouldn't turn out any better than those you could buy around Villedor, since you obviously can't get your hands on any other resources than what the Craftmasters, — as they got called here — managed to buy or find as well. Back home you had the resources to make high grade upgrades of any kind, even that one you just found in the box but you forgot to do that during packing... because you're a genius.

"How much is it?" Aitor asked while you toyed with the tank upgrade, wanting to buy it in exchange for the knives, even if they ended up cheaper, " 'bout 650 each. But since she seems to want both, make it 950 for both. That way you would save 350..."

You just heard the price, ready to jump in to give him the coins from you slowly emptying bag but Aitor was quicker, giving him 1000, "1000 and i get the little fluffy charm over there. Volo looks behind himself to his charm shelf, seeing the charm Aitor pointed at: a puffy, slightly cute but still weird charm that may kinda look like a raven-like animal. If you knew that, of course. Which you didn't at that moment.

"What's that supposed to be?" You ask perplexed as you muster the black feathered charm in your hands from every angle, having an idea because of the familiar black feathers — but Magpies and various other birds had black feathers as well, so you can't really blame anyone for not immediately seeing what it was.

It had something, maybe because it's a gift from Aitor, but you liked it for being a bit weird.

Aitor scratches the back of his neck, feeling suddenly super awkward for acting so soft, so cliche with buying "cute" shit for you, "I thought it looks a bit like a raven. Or crow. Whichever word you used here again...", Right, you remember Aitor telling you that he isn't from France, but from England.

"I thought it was a bird of paradise, their feathers apparently have the prettiest black dress of feathers...like, uh, Casey having the prettiest black hair under known women?" Volo also tossed in his guess, leaning onto the desk with one elbow, watching you two quiz around the charm with a tired grin, until Aitor slowly looked at the cheeky trader, squinting at him with a hint of jealousy.

"Hey, are you trying to flirt with her? Don't you have a bloody fucking wife?" Aitor grunts in clear disapproval, confident enough to know that you wouldn't leave him for someone like Volo, he literally knew he wasn't you type — too close to your own attitude — but still felt the need to blow up his own imaginary "plumage" now.

"First of all, ditto on the wife-part, if i am correct? And second of all, if yes, was it a good attempt, Casey dear?" Aitor wanted to jump over Colo's desk at the first part, you only having to place a hand on his chest to make him remember where he was, now looking down at you, waiting for your response.

"Have never felt drier down below than after that one..." You reply dryly, pulling you eyebrows up at his stupid question. "Damnnnn, well it was worth a try..." "Nah it wasn't, stay with trading, it fits you much better than a bruise and broken nose from Aitor's fists..."

Aitor holds back his chuckle at that, pulling you away from Volo's trading shack after still kinda politely saying your goodbyes to him. "I hope you know he was joking, right?" You ask with caution, going back to holding his bigger, gloved hands as you make your way over to a safe way off the roof. But he just stares back down at you, unreadable and stoic expression as always.

"Mine." Is all he mumbles before taking the rope lift down, letting it go back up afterwards, expecting you to take the same way down, only to see you already walking in front of him after you took a quicker way down, "Then show me how much i am you— oh god!" You couldn't even finish your sentence when he picked you up from the ground, your weight being just too easy for him. Now over his shoulder, you let yourself go limp instead of fighting his grip, knowing he wouldn't drop you even if he was actually angry, which you could see and feel that he wasn't.

"Aitor nooooo, let me down, I'm sorry..."

Oh no, you made your brute angry, he doesn't wanna talk to you...he just carried you down a safe path that you incidentally freed for the less parkour gifted PK soldiers a few days before Waltz's kidnapping plan, all the way back into a different, thankfully more spacious hideout of yours. It was one both Aiden and you used, so it wouldn't 100% surprise you found the Pilgrim inside as well, especially after the night.

But it was empty, and Aitor throws you kinda gentle down onto the makeshift bed, finally talking to you again, "I will show you just how much you're mine, i will let everyone know..."

Wasn't he the one who wanted to keep it a bit under wraps so neither of your reputations got dirty that way?! This man wasn't thinking straight, that was obvious, the only thing he had on his foggy mind was ravaging your petite body till you knew your lesson and place.

Although you definitely knew what he wanted you to understand, and you understood very well, but by the gods, this man was an animal in bed when he wanted to "punish" you. And yet you also knew he wouldn't be able to stay commanding for long, he was a good dominant lover if it was about being a top in its basic nature. But not if it was about making you do specific things. If you wanted to try this or that position, he would definitely try it out.

"Your armor and clothes, i don't want to see it right now. Nobody and nothing gets to touch my little girl like i do. Not Volo...not Aiden...not this Eric guy in Seneux...not even your bloody own clothes. All mine." With every guy...and clothing he lists, he got rid of your said clothes, one by one being discarded into a corner behind him. Soon you were naked, shivering (in your boots) at his change in demeanor, but it was definitely a positive shiver.

"And you? Don't you want to get rid of yours as well?" You ask innocently, but he just covers your mouth with his, the kiss being rough and demanding, yet still with his usual amount of love.

His touch was intoxicating and soon you manage to rid him of most of the heavier gear on him, leaving him nothing but his slightly dirty shirt and pants, his dog tags dangling above you as he pins you against the covers of the bed. "Like a hungry hyena, aren't you?" He hums, being a bit impressed by your ability to pull off his armor that quickly and efficiently, slowly his anger only being faked by him anymore.

"Do you really think i can control myself with you, a literal beast of a man, being my boyfriend? God, you're such a hot piece of a brute..." "A brute, me?" He has to ask with a confused laugh, letting his hands wander in the meantime, feeling your body react like it was on fire, "What else do you want me to call you? A dilf?" "The fuck's a damned dilf, babe?!"

You didn't plan on having to explain anything right now, brain already starting to turn into mush with his big hands on your body and the outline of his girthy cock visibly pushing against his blue pants. "I'll...I'll tell you later, just please...god, Aitor, please don't let me wait..." You beg, pulling on his shirt to get it off as well until he had to help you with that task.

"Or I could only tease you all day until you're so on edge that you come with nothing but the tip inside?" He returns smugly and you quickly shake your head in disagreement, "noooo. Not again, that was a fucking nightmare..."

Chuckling at your reaction, he proceeds to stand back up to finally rid his stiff cock of his straining pair of pants before giving it two quick pumps to cover it with the leaking precum on the tip, "Just look at what you're doing to me, could cum so fucking hard just from seeing you laying there, all pretty on display for me to take apart..." he praised, coming on top of the bed as well to not let you wait any more.

"Wait!" You stop him before he can make you take any position in the first place and drag him downwards to your face by his arms, "Forgot? I want to ride you~" Seductively, you bit your lip as a blush rose to your face, it felt a bit ridiculous but you wanted to feel at his absolute mercy while being on top, getting penetrated by him no matter how your body shook against him in the natural struggle to take him all at once. There was nothing else you could be other than at mercy with his cock's size.

"But tell me when it hurts, then you're getting taken off my lap..." He told you, helping you lift yourself onto his lap in the right angle as he leaned against the old wooden wall in a sitting position.

"There you go—" "Ngh! Oh goddd..." You interrupt Aitor's praise as you feel the already big head slip past your entrance, the real girth now following as you moan out, "That good already? Does my little girl love being skewered like that?"

You nod silently as you push yourself down onto him, holding out on moaning just too much, for now at least, so you wouldn't be too sore in ALL places afterwards, stretching around him with some starting difficulties but that was normal for you two. You were incredibly tight, since you never had anybody before Aitor, and he was, as already commented, really girthy.

It was a pair made in heaven in your slightly messed up eyes, meanwhile Aitor was always afraid of hurting you too much. Which already once happened after he let himself go just too much. — in his eyes. You loved it — and he apparently ripped some sort of tissue inside you, making the covers at a different hideout a "slight" mess. You had to kiss him silent afterwards, telling him you didn't feel any pain other than the usual stretching and that i was actually kinda kinky.

"Just fuck me, please, Aitor, ruin me..." You lean up to him, pulling his face down to yours to kiss him, feeling his chapped lips against yours, moaning against him as he squeezed your full ass with his hands, giving them a smack every once in a while. "Please..." You beg against his lips, feeling his hot breath on you as he himself pants softly. "Don't beg...good girls...don't beg." He cuts it short, hissing under his breath as he pushes you down on himself, feeling you stretch around him, slowly but surely.

You open you mouth in aroused awe, not a sound leaving it as you feel him starting to come down deeper, beginning to whimpering pathetically against his chest. Wanting to help out, you move around a bit to lube him up, instead giving you and him even more friction, as you moan needily, grabbing his shoulders for some desperately needed support.

"Such a good girl, aren't you? Taking all of me inside of you..." He groans, keeping your hips in his steel-tight grip as he moves you back up to let your cunt remember his shape again. Even after all these times in the last weeks it stayed as tight as ever, he always had to stretch you out again, again and again.

"Ahh! Yesssss~ just like thaaaat!" You cry out as soon as he pulled you back down, feeling your insides churn at the sudden and repeated intrusion, now with more force and speed. But still not all the way. You weren't just tight, but you were quite shallow on the inside as well, your former gynaecologist in Seneux saying it wasn't too bad that you would have to treat it, but still worth mentioning, probably about two inches less than average, both aroused and relaxed. So even though Aitor wasn't massive in length, he easily hit your womb's entrance and the other higsensitive spots next to it whenever he fully bottomed out. And that's what send you off to the stars, always.

You managed to find out so many of your hidden kinks with this man, it wasn't funny anymore, just kidding, of course it was.

Masochism was the first one, right when he tried to push himself through your still virgin entrance, surprisingly nothing tighter than right now, and you ended up telling him to NOT wait until the "slight" pain went away. You wanted him to continue, to make you his own.

Then it was breeding, even though you used Birth Control in Seneux that keeps up protection for half a year, but like all of them, it wasn't 100% safe. And everytime he asked you where you wanted it, you smile at him all too sweetly and innocently before plowing down on him, if you sat in his lap, or wrapping your legs around his waist to tell him exactly what you desire. It wasn't exactly a kid you wanted, you basically adopted Jake and Emily at this point aleady, but the feeling of his hot seed getting possibly pumped up into your womb with no real escape for it because of the way he ended up inside of you. It sends you flying.

"Oh fuck yeah, mhhh~ Breed me, Aitor!" You moan in ecstasy as he ripped you from your horny thoughts by finally burrowing all of his cock inside of you, feeling his pubic hair against your smooth cunt. He waited a moment to torture you a bit, knowing you couldn't really escape him now due to the size if he wanted to simply stay like this. Cockwarming. You hated it.

But he didn't, now pulling you back up with some more speed, your juices and his precum rubbing your walls before plunging you back down, both of you moaning loudly at the impact, your womb's entrance sending tingles up your spine as he continues his pace.

Thank god you're usually incredibly wet by just being near him, otherwise he would rip you apart. "Harder, Aitor, please..." You cry out while he pumped further into you, feeling him comply without any smug comment this time because he seemed to enjoy himself too much to tease you, your voice shouting with excitement at his now much more brutal pace.

You feel the bulge he created at your skin, blushing hotly at the fact of how small you're actually against him. Like a dirty little hand puppet.

"Ohh yeah, you like that? Just like that and you want me to ruin you for everyone? For every man that even looks at you wrong?" He growls, giving your ass a hard, bruising smack so your 'Yesss' is only able to leave as a distorted, moaned Version of it. "Then maybe they'll learn to never flirt with you again! You're MINE! Understand?"

"Yes, daddy~!" You moan, your voice more high than usually. You're the perfect example of Dominant in your life but deeply submissive in your bed.

"That's what i want to hear, my good little girl. But you still need to be punished, so get onto your knees..." He returns darkly, suddenly sliding you off of his dick, chuckling at you crying out at the sudden emptiness, placing you on the covers to watch you hurry into a Doggystyle position. Looking behind yourself, you beg him with your eyes to continue fucking you just as hard as before, fearing he was tricking you as his form of punishment.

But he didn't, lining up his shaft to sink back into you with one smooth trust, hearing him groan out at the amazing feeling you kept leaving on him. Your toes curl at the sudden reappearing intrusion and tremble with want, "You feel so good, A— Daddy!" Just as you were about to say his name, especially after starting with 'Daddy' again, he smacks your ass hard and you correct your own mishap before it even becomes one.

Soon, his girth was no longer a big problem, his hips pistoning into you as he pulled you close to him, manhandling your tits as he nibbled on your ear, "You do too, baby, i wish we could stay like this all day..."

But sadly you couldn't and he was aware of that. While his mission was blown off, you had taken various smaller missions and things to take care of before the night began again. You now wished you didn't take so many so you would've had more time for your often disgruntled and rarely-able-to-relax lover, but how should you possibly have known. While it was a shame that it had to be cut short at some point, it also made Aitor fuck you even harder.

Was that possible anymore? He was already rough in bed, so could he even up his own performance anymore?

This thought could wait as your body shook, every thrust of Aitor hitting a very much familiar spot inside of you, this position letting him invade you as deep as he wanted while your arms lost their strength and you fell slightly uncomfortably on your face, groaning into the covered up haybale that was supposed to act as a bed to you and usually Aiden as well.

Hopefully this damned Pilgrim didn't burst in again, he had a terrible way of timing, almost always managing to interrupt you and Aitor, be it sex or just some cute time alone on his lap without any sexual content.

"What are you think about, little girl, it best not be the fucking Pilgrim, it's MY cock burrowed inside of you!" He growls angrily into your ear, making sure there was not an inch of space between your equally sweaty bodies as he also felt himself losing to his coming climax. "I just...ah~...i just don't want him to....fuck.... don't want him to interrupt us...again!" He didn't leave you any time to respond properly as he hunts after his own high, bruising your womb's entrance for sure as he pumps against it with harsh and quick unrelenting thrusts.

You didn't hear what he seemed to grunt when he began rubbing your clit to also give you the struggle of holding off your climax for at least a few more thrusts, until he became sloppy with them, halting to a stop suddenly as you feel his cock pulse and he came with no warning from his side.

Or was that what you didn't hear?

You couldn't end your train of thought as your own body's orgasm washed over you like a wave, his hot seed claiming your insides while he stayed deep inside of you, still hot and stiff like before. "Oh shit, fuck...Aitor!" You moan out loudly beneath him as he tried to hold himself above you, panting and huffing exhausted, feeling his age kick his ass a bit. "You were such a good little girl, Casey, as always for me..." He mumbles his praise, pulling out of you with a soft, barely audible but there pop, watching his cum slowly dripping out of you with obvious disapproval.

You wanted it inside of you, so he'll make sure of it. You jump at his thick fingers prodding around your sore clit and inner walls, biting back a new moan as he seemed to finger you now as well. "Don't sound to happy now, I'm just making sure you're staying all stuffed up and pretty for me, dear." He claims, but unknown to him you were already too close to another climax to listen to him, gripping at some stray hay in an attempt to hold back any obvious moans to not make him stop any second too soon.

And you fail. Horribly.

"How sensitive does your cunt have to be right now to react so incredible towards nothing but my fucking fingers. It's not like it was my plan to get you all this riled up again! Aren't you my little naughty slut, hmm?"

You could only mewl and lewdly weep at his words, softly nodding against the ruffled up covers as his curious fingers continue to explore your freshly fucked through but familiar walls, sometimes his clipped nails scratching against your sensitive spot to make you shake just a bit stronger against him.

You were slick enough that the whole room was filled with the dirty sounds of his fingers slipping in and out quickly, squelching and squishing around your juices as he finger fucked his cum back inside of you, mixing it with everything your body had to give.

The nasty ideas filling your head, your dirty imagination about all the things he could do to you right now and you wouldn't say no even once, gave you the last kick off the edge as your walls tightened around his three digits working you through your second orgasm. You moan his name and a hurried yet just as meaningful 'i love you' on your side as you feel his mouth and tongue lap at your seeping cunt, the stubble tickling the sensitive area around it.

When he was finished cleaning you up, he lets go of your thighs and you unceremoniously fall to your side, some pieces of hay sticking against your sweaty limbs, limp and sore from him working you like that, his body falling down beside you, him facing you.

His chest was sweaty, giving you an exhausted grin, "At least I'm not the only one out of breath...~" You hum gently, your hand going to touch his chest, it rising and falling quickly as he tried to regain his stamina. He is your big and strong man, and you let him know just every so often that all it needed to bring him to his absolute knees was your body and your hopefully neverending love.

And never did he care if you did bring him to his knees, he knew he had the same effect on you with only his love alone already, the amazing cock was just a really welcome add-on in your eyes. The sexual upgrade, you could joke.

"Also, i love you too, Casey, not that you think i didn't hear you moan it out in pure ecstasy as i fucked you silly and stupid..." He mutters, watching your reaction: a just as stupid little smile, feeling the love seep from it as you inched yourself closer to him in an attempt to snuggle against him until you had to leave his side for your own work again.

But that time apart never mattered to you two, in the end you would almost always end up back in his strong arms and his tight embrace to sleep in at the end of the day or night. The night before was a rare example of it not happening and you wished to be able to come along for his work anyways, but a Dark Hollow was acting up in the city and you stayed behind to manage it on your own, the reason you felt too tired to target any other hideout than the one at the substation.

"How much time do you have left for me?" He asks simply, caressing your small back gently as he listened to your slowly calming down breaths. "Sadly just about five minutes, i need to be at Culvert at 12PM for Margaret, i told her and Steven i would collect some herbs for her and then deliver them to the Doc at the ship, a deal i managed to negotiate after i got the Petals for your injury..."

The best thing was how quickly both of you went back to your normal everyday behavior after whatever happened in bed —or elsewhere — and managed to simply dwell in the loving aftereffects of your "get-together".

"Right, you told me about it, Herbs really saved my ass?" "Yeah, i'm aware some people are suspicious about herbalists and their remedies, but this badly? Your wife— or ex wife...she screamed at Steven for even thinking about it, she probably would've rather seen you die without any help, no matter how painful for you your last moments would've been. Luckily she didn't know until he had already given it to you and your condition got better."

It was a tough day, not only Aitor possibly dying in front of your very eyes but also Aiden's sudden betrayal. Something you two worked on by now, every once in a while letting him follow you on a small resource exploration but not much more.

"I managed to make both of them talk with each other, that way i won't have to stay and be the middle man for their trading after i have to leave for Seneux again..."

Right. Seneux. At some point you will have to go back and you have no clue what Aitor has planned, especially since his kids also need a place to stay and they may not want to move away from Villedor, no matter how dangerous, but you personally couldn't always travel all these miles by foot or by truck, no matter what Seneux arranges for the Trading contract since you still had your own real job back home, not even boring enough to say that you have nothing to do all day or week.

"You? Not us?" He asks like its the most normal question in the world and you blink slightly dumbfounded, "But what about your position with the PK in old Villedor?" "Didn't you say once that Seneux thought about also 'trading' work force around with them and Villedor? I thought about applying for said "trade". Depends of course if Jake and Emily are happy with that idea."

Right, he was a bit out of line, Seneux wasn't particularly thinking about trading work force with Villedor alone, but with every City that applied for that possibility. So yes, he could technically do so, if both partners agreed on that extra part in the contract. Seneux always automatically signed said part due to their desire to spread further across the country with their military plan, so the ball laid solely in Villedor's or hopefully soon Jack Matt's court.

You would note down that part for your future contract discussions with whomever made the race in the end. Yet at your constant efforts of bringing the power over Villedor onto the Peacekeepers' side, it should be an obvious for who it will be.

Unless someone like Lawan of course tried to ruin your plans and tried to reclaim substations and water towers for the survivors like it was a bloody game of capture the flag, it wasn't going to be hard.

Just as you start dozing off in Aitor's warm, protective embraceike you usually did the radio of yours over in your pant's belt went off, it was one of the clients you took on a mission for. Wanting to scream and possibly have a hissy fit for a hot moment, you detangle from his tightening grip. A low, too comfortable growl, swallowed by your thick hair, being the only reply you get at first, "Aitorrr...i gotta go. I'm really sorry..." "You better make this up, the literal haybales just got comfortable with you here..."

You nod with a smile, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, blushing as you taste yourself on them, before throwing on your hastily undressed clothes and gear to get out of the hideout, "I'll see you at your place? 20 o' clock?" You question him with a last turn of your head, seeing him sit up himself, still kinda on a different plane of reality from what teens back then called "post nut clarity", nodding back to you softly, "And don't be late, i guarantee you that Jake wants to hear more of your fights and battles in Seneux again..." He yawns, waving you goodbye for now as you take the quick exit by jumping down without looking down, using the same trash pile as always, the only indicator that your fine being your grunts after running off on the street.

If any person told you before this mission for Villedor, that you'll possibly return with a whole new family to live with, especially with a boyfriend because nowadays the first thing and the second thing are not bound to be together, you'd have laughed so loud and hard, you'd be sore from it for a week.

Which did happen, one sqaud mate, your second in command to be exact, went off and on about the fact that he believes you will definitely find the person you love will be miles away from Home.

Guess you need to pay up with a round of drinks at the bar once back...

But then, you'll at least be able to drink your shots and beet with Aitor.

Life was good if it's not always the bad kind of action...

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[please-buckme]

Yes, Master. - Anakin Skywalker x reader

⚠️Warnings: SMUT✨, name calling, angry Ani, soft Ani, ANI!

3,436 words

(I didn’t make this gif! Idk why it says ‘when’ but I kinda like it.)

Today was a dark day. You could hear the rain beating against the window of your apartment window. Your covers still warm from your body heat as you lie there motionless in your bed. You can still feel the dried up tears on your cheeks from the night before, covered with fresh new tears from this morning. Today you would be finding out who your new master would be and you couldn't bare the thought of it. You told them time and time again that you didn't need a new master, that any day now you should be testing out of being a Padawan.  They insisted though. Since losing your master on her last mission you hadn't even left your room, she was like a sister to you and the only person you really talked to on a day-to-day basis. You missed her deeply. You tried to reach out to her through the Force but could never seem to find her. Was this her way of helping you move on?

Nevertheless you had to listen to the council. If they insist you be placed with a new master, then that is how it shall be. There's only one tall, annoying, arrogant and selfish problem with that, Anakin Skywalker. You knew that he among very few were left without a Padawan and you prayed to the stars every night that you wouldn't end up with him as your master.

You and Anakin were around the same age. You were both put into training around the same time and there wasn't a day where you remembered liking him. Telling a young boy that he is the chosen one.. not good for the ego. You had trained together most of your life and as you both grew older you started to feel how strong he had become with the Force. You went from winning every now and then to never being able to even pull out your training saber. So, it didn't surprise you when he became a master. It did however infuriate you. You weren't as good as him of course but you had amazing fighting skills for your age and you, for many years, were an even much for Anakin. You were so enraged that you actually stopped seeing or even talking to Anakin for a while, almost two years by now. You were a little nervous to see him if he were to be at the council meeting. You didn't understand these nervous feelings though. Anakin is Anakin and you loathe him.

After you had finally given yourself a few more minutes of starring-at-the-ceiling time you got up and got ready before leaving for your meeting. You paced slowly down the long corridors greeting fellow Jedi as they walked by. You could feel your heart beat ripping through your chest as you reached the doors to were the council sat awaiting your arrival. You placed your hands to the cold metal doors taking a deep breathe as a nauseous feeling came up from your stomach. Taking in one more deep breathe you opened the doors . You scanned the room to see who all was there. Masters Plo Koon, Windu, Kenobi and Ki-Adi-Mundi. Okay. You thought. No Anakin. Just then you heard the doors open from behind you.

"Sorry I'm late. I was on planet Alderaan when I got word that you needed me back at the temple." Anakin voiced from behind you. Master Windu put a hand out signalling Anakin to take a seat. He walked quickly to find his seat but when he passed you it felt like everything had gone into slow motion. He glanced up at you for a second not seeming to recognize you. You could tell when he realized who you were when he gave you a crooked smirk before continuing his trek to where he would sit and stare at you with that devilish smile.

"Shall we begin?" Master Kenobi suggests. You nod your head and give him a faint smile. "Now, miss (Y/L/N), we are very sorry for your lose, for all our lose but the time has come for us all to move on. As you know you are hear to be reassigned to a new master and-" You cut Obi-Wan off.

"With all do respect Master Kenobi, I feel I no longer need a master. I am ready to finally show you what my training has--" Obi-Wan signals for you to stop.

"I am sorry my dear but the tragedy of losing your master has put you very behind. Now, in a few months I do believe that you will be fully prepared to test. And who better to show you the ropes than an old friend, Master Skywalker." Shit .

"You can't be serious." Anakin said from your left. "This girl is unteachable. We don't even get along and we aren't  friends." You can see the anger written on Anakins face. You couldn't agree more with everything but the 'unteachable' part.

"Master Skywalker!" Master Windu exclaimed. "The council has decided that this is how we want to proceed with miss (Y/L/N) training." Anakin now has his face nuzzled into his hands. "Look, you are both familiar with each other and have already trained together many times before. It's only for a few months until she's back on her feet and ready to test. This meeting was to assign miss (Y/L/N) to a new master and look we've done just that. This council meeting is now over. Good luck and may the force be with you, (Y/L/N).

"Yes great.. uhh same to you, Master Windu." You gave them all a weak smile before turning to leave yourself when Anakin grabbed you by the arm.

"What the hell was that? How did you get them to agree with this idiotic plan?" Anakin questioned. You could feel the anger radiating from him.. His eyebrows were scrunched together and almost touching, his nose was narrow as his nostrils flared and his lips were pierced tight making them turn white.

"You shouldn't do that with your face, Ani. It doesn't look good on you." You gesture your hand towards his face and he grabbed your wrist, with his metal hand, aggressively. "h-um ouch?"

"You don't get to call me that anymore. It's only Master Skywalker from now on." He brought his face down to yours so that you're now eye level with him. You smirk and start to laugh.

"Really? And, uh, what are you gonna do if I disobey you, Ani." You whisper his name into his mouth. His face was now burning red. his grip on your wrist tightens as he drags you out of the room and into the hall. You're practically running behind him to keep up. "Mind giving me my arm back?" You try to pry yourself from his grip but of course you can't. You now see that he is dragging you towards the elevators. "Wh-where are we going?" You feel that nauseous feeling in your stomach again.

When the elevator finally opens he throws you in against the back wall. You feel a sting of pain in your back from the impact but all of a sudden Anakins body is pressed firmly atop of yours. You look up to stare directly into his beautiful blue eyes but before you fall too far into his trance you look away and start to push him off of you. He takes both of your hands into his metal one and locks them in place. "First lesson, obedience." He lifts your body from the wall and slams you back into it. Your head now stings and your vision is a little blurry but you're actually, in a weird way, enjoying this side of him. He has been aggressive towards you before but this time was different. This time you could practically smell the sexual tension. "We're going up to my floor and I want you stripped and on your knees the second these doors open. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, Master." He groans in response at your words. You free one of your hands from his grip and palm him over his pants. You hear a low raspy growl come from his throat as he leans into your hand. You audibly laugh. "Touch deprived are we, Master?" He picks you up from the wall and slams you into in again making you moan and wince in pain.

The doors finally opens and he throws you to the floor. "Crawl to the bed." You do as he says and make your way to the bedroom. You feel his boot kick you along as to hurry you up. Once you get there you sit on your knees as you look up at him with lust filled eyes. "Didn't I tell you to strip?" You quickly undo your belt before taking off the rest of your clothing besides your bra and panties, both a lacy soft pink color. You sit straight up still on your knees as he towers over you. You reach out for his growing member still confined in his pants.

"May I, Master?" He nods in response as you undo his belt whilst palming him again. You kiss the tip of his cock before outlining it with your tongue. "Does that feel good, Master." You teased.

"It'd feel better down your throat." He groans now tangling his fingers throw your hair.

"Yes, Master." You kiss the tip one last time before grabbing at the hem of his pants and underwear and pulling them down. You watched as his cock sprang free from its clothed prison and stared in awe. You drooled at the sight, grabbing him at the base and slowly running your hand up and down his member. you could feel every vein as they pulsated at your touch. You watch as precum poured from the tip. You look up at him as you licked up the precum with a flick of your tongue and watched as Anakin twitched above you. You then lifted at the base to lick a line up from the base to the tip before lightly sucking on the tip. Anakin didn't bring you up here for you to tease him though. With the fist full of your hair, he thrust until your mouth was completely filled. he groaned as profanities slipped from his clenched teeth. Anakin felt so good in your mouth. You started to feel the nervousness in your stomach turn into burning passion. You reached down with your free and started rubbing yourself over your panties.

"You like my cock in your mouth, slut" You moan in responds which makes him thrust deeper into your throat. "That's good, baby girl, open your throat for your master." You moaned again allowing him to thrust deeper and deeper till he bottomed out. After a few more deep thrusts he pulled all the way out of your mouth with a pop. You were left there on your knees panting for air with drool dripping from your mouth and chin.

"Lay down on the bed." He demands while hoisting you up to stand from your kneeling position and throwing you to the bed. You watch as he strips from his remaining clothes. Your breathe hitched in your throat when he strips of his tunic and reveals his beautifully toned.. everything.

When he walks over to you you sit up and softly run your fingers down his torso, tracing his perfectly defined abs gently. "You're so.. beautiful, Ani." You can feel a little chuckle erupt from his belly as he softly pets the back of your head. A few more strokes to your hair before he pulls it hard making you look up at him.

"I thought I told you not to call me that, slut. Lay down." He demands through gritted teeth. You move to the pillows that smell like him, fragranced with mineral shampoo and sweat, not the bad kind of sweat but the sleepless kind. Even just the smell of his pillows makes him even more beautiful.

You see Anakin out of the corner of your eye stroking himself before crawling onto the bed towards you. Seeing his figure coming atop you makes you breathless, almost dizzy. You reach up to his chest just so you're touching him in some way. An unexceptional moan escapes your lips at the touch of his warm, tan skin. 'So beautiful.' You mouth trying desperately not to make another involuntary sound.

You look up now to see Anakin observe your actions before making eye contact with you. You pause as your eyes meet. You bring your other hand up cautiously to his face whilst the other travels down further.

After all these years you never would have guessed this would happen. You never noticed just how gorgeous he was under all that armor. You run your fingers across the scar beside his right eye and he pulls away a bit. "Anakin." You say softly pulling his face back to align with yours. He looks at you harshly for a second before you lean in and kiss his scar softly. "Everything about you is so.. perfect. Even your scars." You kiss your way down his cheek making your way down to his lips. You hesitate for a second before Anakin leans in and initiate the kiss.  You moan into the kiss as if you'd been waiting a thousand years to kiss this man. The kiss was so passionate and rough. You could feel his teeth graze against yours as it deepened into a more desperate and sloppy kiss.

Your right hand had finally made it to the base of his member. You stroked him a few times before aligning him with your entrance.  Anakin then glided into your slick pussy agonizingly slowly until you could feel him almost hitting your cervix. He holds himself in place as groans fall from his plump, blistered lips and onto yours. Anakin pauses. He pulls away from the kiss and glances over your body. You bring your hands up to his hips to let him know he can move but your hands were quickly thrown over your head by Anakin's favorite restraint, the Force.

You watch him while he steadies himself inside you. He slowly runs his hands down the bed until they meet your hips. The sudden contact makes you buck your hips up at him and you get a very low growl in response. You see his large hands envelope your waist as they ascend up your body.

"Anakin?" You say softly. In response he says nothing, just glares at you for a moment before he goes back to memorizing every inch of your body. You can feel the calluses on his palm as they scratch at your skin. You'd always imagined how his flesh hand would feel when you'd train for hours on end. You knew they'd be rough.  He moves them up your sides which tickled but you didn't laugh because all you could focus on was his cock. You could feel your walls clenching around him tightly as he pulsed inside of you. He then graced over your breasts squeezing them gently and flicking his thumb over the pink buds before one hand moved up to your face and swept a piece of hair away and the other, the metal one, stuck one digit in your mouth. You moaned at the feeling of metal on your tongue, his metal that is. He then pulled it from your mouth and connected it to your clit. 

"Say, Master wreck my pussy." he says in a low rasp as he draws tiny circles, with his metal digit, on your clit.

"Master, uh, Master, please wreck my pussy"

"Again." He pulls out slowly.

"Please wreck my pussy, Master." He slams back into you.

"Again." He pulls out and slams back into.

"Fuck!"  You screech at the sudden movement. Your moans were shaky now, along with your hips.

"I said again!" He then brings his metal hand from drawing circles on your clit to now wrap them around your neck. He pressed down gently at first but the longer you waited to say it the harder he pressed.

"Plea-se please wreck my pussy, Master" he pulls all the way out this time so all you can feel is the tip and your juices that came with it on the outside your warm cunt.

"Again." He growled from the loss of you tightly wrapped around him.

"Please, Master Skywalker, wreck my pussy!" With that he slammed back into you even harder as his grip on your neck tightened. He let out a loud groan before releasing your neck which you're sure is bruised now. Anakin is thrusting in and out of you at a vigorous pace making you squirm beneath him. Your moans were now screams of pleasure as Anakin wrecked your pussy.

You could tell he was getting close by how sloppy his thrusts were becoming but you weren't ready for him to cum yet. You wanted to play.

"Does my pussy feel good, Master?" You look up at him innocently. He nods in response. "I, uhh god, I-I didn't hear you, Master. Does my pussy feel good wrapped around your cock, Master?" He nods in response again with a whispered 'yes'. Just then you feel the Force weaken around your wrists. You take this opportunity to bring them up to his shoulders and push him out of you, making you both groan loudly and you can see the anger in his face. He goes to reach for your neck again but you had other plans in mind. You now use the Force and stop his wrist. He's very strong so whatever you were going to do had to be quick. You then get up from the bed and tell him to sit down on the edge. He does as you command just wanting to be back inside of you. You then seat yourself in his lap and softly grind on his cock.

"Tell me how good I make you feel, Master." He throws his head back as you kiss and nibble at his neck. "Tell me how good your cock felt in my dripping, wet pussy, Master." You grabbed his cock at the base and slid your pussy up his shaft before hovering over the tip.

"So fucking good, princess." You slid yourself back down his cock with ease. You take him at a slow pace until you're fucking him the way he had been fucking you. He's a moaning mess under you and the sight of him brings you closer to your high.

"Do you want to feel me cum around your cock?" You say shakily.

"Y-yes, baby." He brings his hands up to your back to steady you.

"Make me cum on your cock, Master. Please." Anakin groans loudly before he throws your legs over his arms and lifts you up whilst pounding into you fiercely. With that you come almost instantly. You scream in pleasure as he finishes you off. Your legs are a shaking mess and you're eyesight is flushed with ecstasy making you see nothing but stars.

After you come down from your high he throws you back onto the bed. He makes you lay down as he aligns his hips with your shoulders. You gladly take him into your mouth as he bottoms out in your throat once again. He's holding your head between both hands as he feeds you his cock. It doesn't take him long before you feel him twitch on your tongue. He lets out a low raspy growl as he climaxes in your mouth.

Once he pulls out of your mouth you let some his cum slip out onto your face, feeling the warm liquid drizzle down your check and into your messy hair.

"Swallow it." He demands. You do as you're told and lick the remaining cum off your cheek.

"Good girl." He says now dismounting and laying down next to you.

That was the best sex you'd ever had and you hate him for that. After your breathing settles you pop up from his bed and get dressed as he watches you. After getting all your clothes on and situate your hair you head to the front door.

"Same time next week?" Anakin calls out after you. You giggle to yourself before turning back around to see the that beautiful mess staring back at you.

"Yes, Master."

xMasterlist.x

[chaoticallysapphic]

the great trial part one

summary: This was meant to be the easy part. The part filled with brightness and love. The war was over and you had the love of your life all to yourself. No more Baatar, no more secrecy and no more lies. But with the calm comes the realization as all the adrenaline finally leaves you. Now you know, this is the hard part.

a/n: So remember when I said I wouldn’t post anything until the sequel was done? Well it turns out I need validation to thrive and would love peoples feedback on the series so I’ve decided that I am going to slowly release what I currently have while trying to finally finish what’s left. Thank you to @medeliadracon​ for beta reading this and @ladyxffandoms​ for being such a big help! This wouldn’t nearly be as good without the two of you. 

This is the sequel to the great divide series.

word count: 4k

That first month in your new apartment is probably the worst. You guys were able to find a small one on the bottom floor of a complex. It had a small side garden with a lemon tree and vines growing up the side of the building and your dad was already talking to about all the flowers you could plant together. 

Suyin put you on house arrest as well which caused an uproar with not only Kuvira, who offered to take your year for herself, but also your parents. You would be stuck inside for a year whilst she would have to stick it out for three. Kuvira hated how you were paying for her actions, she didn’t see how wrong it was for you to turn a blind eye for three years. No one knew the pressure she put you under.

Your parents offered to pay the bills. They were comfortable enough with your mom's Lieutenant salary and with your father's popular flower shop. They even bought you guys furniture and upon your request paint to personalize your first home. 

Somehow once that front door shuts, leaving you both inside with furniture randomly stacked around in the living for the both of you to organize along with paint cans and boxes of your belongings, the room feels like the air has been sucked out of it. You’ve dreamed of this day for years and it isn’t going at all how you planned. 

She doesn’t get what the big deal is, she’s just happy she’s not stuck in a prison cell. That frustrated look on your face is new and with a sharp reply at some snappy comment you made, she realizes she doesn’t like it.

Kuvira gets pissed that the couch is too heavy, the paint isn’t the right shade, and even though she claims she doesn’t care it’s what you’ve dreamt, and dammit you deserve for it to come true. A plate cracks, silverware is dropped, the bookcase is too small for all your childhood books and one of you (Kuvira) already managed to scuff up the floors. 

This, the after, is meant to be the easy part. There aren't any more battles or secrets, train rides, or negotiations. It’s the two of you in your first apartment and this day is supposed to be a happy one. This is meant to be a peaceful and happy day with stolen kisses as you lazily unpack. You’re meant to be starting over and it’s not supposed to be so difficult.

The sun has gone down and the lights dimly illuminate your disaster of a living space. Nothing has been accomplished. You grip the roots of your hair as the paint issue is once more brought up “why does it matter? It’s a decent color!” 

“Because it’s not what I envisioned!” 

“Well, we can’t always get what we want! What, are we going to have your parents return it?” Spirits! She doesn’t get it, your vision of the future was sacred, something you held tight for all those years. It has to be at least slightly like you imagined it, and this isn’t right. 

To Kuvira, your behavior is starting to remind her of a spoiled child upset about not getting the last piece of candy.

“You don’t get it! It matters to me, we’re gonna be living here for the next three years. I think we should at least like what we put on the walls!” You storm away, slamming the bedroom shut behind you. There aren’t many places to hide here, all the main living space is combined along with a very small bathroom, one wall is completely windows that show the small garden and by the kitchen is the door to the bedroom. 

Kuvira stands frozen in the living room, slightly flinching as the door slams shut. She understands that there will be a rocky adjustment period. She admitted that day in the tent that she needs to work on the way she treats you. 

But she didn’t expect it to go south so fast. While you have your version of how today is meant to go, so does she. Kuvira hoped today would go along smoothly, she didn’t care about the furniture or walls, she simply wanted to peacefully start off your new life together on a good note.

You aggressively rub at your eyes as you feel tears of frustration well up before sitting down on the edge of your bed. That’s at least one thing that seems to be working out, all the beds you shared in the past were rather small (besides the one in the Beifong estate) so it was a relief to see them carry in a queen-sized bed for both of you. You lay down over the covers and sighed. Tomorrow will be better, you tell yourself. 

You don’t mean to fall asleep, you just planned to lay there and stew in your emotions a bit before getting up and trying to talk it out. So when you awake with a start, your hand immediately goes to search for that familiar body. You choke out a sob as you find the other side empty. Momentarily forgetting where you are, you begin to cry as you wrap your arms around yourself. The words “what did I do?” leave your lips. 

You bring a hand to try and stifle the sound as your lungs squeeze out all the air it can. The room feels so small and the darkness of the night so terrifying. 

There’s the sound of shuffling from the other side of the door before someone opens it up, Kuvira looks at you, her hair a curly mess from sleep. She squints, still half asleep before hearing you let out a whimper. She walks over, crawling onto the bed until she’s in front of you, her hands come up to move your wrists as you continue to try and muffle the sound. “Hey, hey what’s wrong?” 

Your eyes shoot up to hers and you throw yourself at her, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You weren’t here,” you cry. Kuvira’s eyebrows shoot up at your words before wrapping her arms around your waist, pulling you closer to try and offer you some kind of comfort. “I thought…” you sniffle, “I thought we were back on the train.” 

Oh

Suddenly Kuvira feels anger flame within herself but it’s not directed at you but her because she’s the reason you're crying. “I was just sleeping on the couch, no one else is here.” Baatar isn’t here. You grip her shirt for reassurance, the fear within you stays and it makes your joints ache with anxiety as you remember all those nights alone. “I thought you wanted to be alone.” 

This side of you is brand new to her and so heartbreaking. She can feel the pounding of your heart and a part of her is worried it’ll break out of your chest. She’s done this to you, she’s made it so you're sobbing so hard you can barely breathe. As you shake in her arms, she realizes this can’t be avoided tomorrow.

You shake your head, not being able to say anything as you continue to cry. She moves her arms, an act that has you holding her tighter, and moves them to your hips so she can scoot you over so that the both of you can sleep. You seem to understand as your grip loosens just a smidgen as she slowly lays down and, due to your clinging, you follow.

Once on your sides, you wrap yourself around her, needing her to be as close as possible, and tuck your face into her neck. It’s not all that comfortable but it helps slow your heart rate down a bit. 

In the morning you seem to not want to talk about your episode, you act as if nothing happened. She always tried to ignore the way you looked after those nights on the train, honestly, she was too busy trying to scrub away the events of the night before to have noticed how truly upset you looked. 

But now in the light of day as your unpacking more dishes she notices the bags under your eyes and the unusual quiet in your demeanor. Your movements are stiff as you place the baking dishes into a bottom cabinet. 

It’s like you're a shell of yourself, like last night that bright, loving person was poured out of you along with your tears. It terrifies her to see how quickly it can all shift.

“Y/n?” You look up, quirking a brow. “Can we talk about last night?” 

You tense up a bit, brushing your hands over your sweatpants. “What about it?” 

“About…” Kuvira furrows her brows in confusion, “Y/n I thought you were hurt when I woke up.” You bite your lip, fiddling with the ties of your pants. You don't talk about this, never in the past three years have you talked about things like this with her. It always upset her when you tried to talk about how her actions hurt you. 

“Well I wasn't, just startled is all. Can you pass me that box?” 

“You were shaking,” Kuvira places her hand on the box to keep it in place when she sees you walk over to grab it yourself. “Is that… Is that what happened every time I…?” She can’t seem to bring herself to say it, so you do. 

“Every time you cheated on me?” You place your hands on your hips and sigh. “Just drop it Kuvira.” You rip the box out from under her grasp and walk away. Bile rises in your throat as those pesky images you’d dream up every time she was gone appear in your mind. 

You set the box down harder than you mean to and the sound of something breaking has you cursing under your breath. Bolin isn’t here to spar with, to help calm you down with uppercuts and swift kicks to the shins. 

Kuvira is stunned, left standing at the other side of the kitchen counter as she tries to make sense of her raging thoughts. Cheated. You're not wrong, but hearing you say it hurts. She never called it that, knowing if she did she’d have to admit what she was doing was wrong. And she could never be wrong, at least not then. 

So she called it punishments because then she could justify what she was doing. It’s not like she liked doing it because she didn’t but it seemed to be the best way to control you at the time. It won’t matter if she says that though, she knows it’s wrong and if anything it’ll make this situation worse. 

“I-I’m sorry,” she says softly, saying it makes her internally cringe, but she does mean it. You let out a huff, ignoring her as you open up the box. All the adrenaline of trying to save the day has left you, honestly, it left you around the time they slapped that stupid tracker onto your ankle but the lack of sleep and her trying to confront something you’d rather stay buried is getting to you. 

When you go to pick up the broken dish the sharp edge cuts across your hand, you hiss out in pain and jerk your hand towards your chest, it’s not a deep cut but it still hurts like a bitch. Blood begins to seep out and the sight of that sickening deep red liquid coating your palm has Kuvira panicking. 

Suddenly she’s back in the trunk with her heart in your hands as she watched you bleed out. Her hands feel warm and coated in the thickness of your blood once more. Her heart begins to race, deep in the back of her mind she knows it’s just a small cut but it’s only been a few weeks since you were so close to death.

Ignoring the fight at hand she rushes over to gently cradle your hand and pull it close, you yank your hand out of her grasp, her eyes shoot up to look at you with pinched brows. “I need to clean it, just let me clean it.” Her voice shakes as she desperately tries to take your hand back.

“I can’t…” This furious look settles on your features as you glare into her eyes before storming away towards the bathroom. She turns to follow you, her heart is pounding at the memories pouring out from the box she’s tried to shove them in. “I can’t look at you right now!” 

The slam of the door effectively ends any chance of her chasing after you. 

A couple of weeks goes by, the walls have now been painted the green you wanted and your dad brought over a second bookcase, then helped move the couch with Kuvira. He stops by often with baked goods and a fresh bouquet to replace the last. After that first day of moving in your mother doesn’t stop by though, he says she’ll come around, that she just needs time. 

But Kuvira sees the crestfallen look that takes over your features every time you open the door, and she’s not there. It’s a Friday night, and he’s come over to help cook.

Things have been tense between you and Kuvira, you can’t seem to look her in the eyes. She’s tried multiple times to get you to look at her, but each time you keep your gaze trained on something behind her or her forehead. 

What she doesn’t know is every time you do accidentally look at her, betrayal seeps through you as you remember all those nights alone. You don’t want to be filled with anger and hurt every time you look at her, but you don’t know what to do. Saying that word out loud, cheated, has opened a door you kept locked tight, spirits you had built a wall in front of it after that first time. 

But now it’s blown off the hinges and fills you up, threatening to spill at any moment. You're sure your dad notices, but he thankfully doesn’t comment. He’s commandeered Kuvira to fill the dumplings, saying “these are her favorite, anytime she got sick or upset I’d make these for her and everything would be okay again.” 

You ignore him as he tries to converse with Kuvira, her replies are short and awkward as she doesn’t know how to conduct herself around him yet. Opening up a bottle of wine for yourself you try to work on the broth for the soup, desperately trying to tune her out. You love your father so much and you're happy to be near him again, but you wish he’d just go home.

Meanwhile, Kuvira is loving his company, not only does it force you to be civil, but she gets a chance to get on his good side. She knows how much your parents mean to you and whilst it will probably take a village to get your mother to like her again, she thinks she has a shot with your dad. 

“And then! Oh, I think she was five when she realized what her mark meant, it was so adorable she-” Your dad laughs, suddenly you're filled with embarrassment as he continues. “She asked if they would be pretty.” 

You know he has good intentions but spirits now is not the time to bring up stupid soulmates. Does he not feel the tension between the two of you? You know that if he does, it’s probably slipped his mind that it’s not over something small. Your parents never had to worry about what to do if the other cheats on you multiple times whilst watching you suffer.

You fill up a glass for yourself, pouring it past the socially acceptable amount, and take a big sip before filling up two glasses for them. Part of you wants to be petty and not fill one up for her but your dad will point it out if you do. That bitter voice in your head reminds you of how Kuvira once shamed you for drinking. Fuck that.

“Between you and me I think she thinks you're pretty so five-year-old her would be very happy.” Kuvira coughs, letting out a chuckle as she shakes her head, not that you see since your back is turned. “I don’t know about that,” is her modest reply. 

To hear stories about your childhood feels like a perfectly wrapped present to Kuvira. It makes her feel close to you despite your current circumstances and to hear about how obsessed you were with soulmates makes her want to wrap you up and shower you with love.

But the problem with this story is it makes Kuvira think about all the shitty things she did to you. To hear about all the excitement and joy you showed over one day meeting her has made her feel ashamed of the person you got stuck with. Do you wish someone else was her? Have you ever thought about the what-ifs?

You hear your dad let out a chuckle and say “No, don’t be so negative.” If she replies you don’t hear it, soon after the topic is dropped as they focus back on the task at hand. Your grip on the wooden spoon is so tight you wonder if you can snap it in half. It hurts your fingers and that slight pain offers some kind of relief.

“So you pinch it like thi-” 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, leaving the broth to boil as you hastily walk over to the bathroom and lock the door behind you. Kuvira watches you go with a frown, everyday it seems you have to lock yourself away from her. Like her presence is just so unbearable that you’d rather hide in a bathroom and miss out on time with your dad.

You catch the sight of yourself in the mirror and glare back at the unrecognizable person staring back at you. Your face is flushed from embarrassment and there’s this hint of rage lingering in your gaze that wasn’t always there. 

You’ve never been this kind of angry person before, you were raised around flowers and cupcakes, books filled with great adventures and laughter echoing through your home. People who’d go to the moon and back for you. 

Your mom could get a bit angry at times and when she did she’d go take it out on one of those training dummies at her work. There was hardly ever any yelling in your home and never once did you sense animosity between your parents growing up. This new environment was stress-inducing and it made you want to throw all the glass plates against the wall.

You bring your hands up to your cheeks and sigh. When you were younger you were badly bullied at school for being so quiet, if anything the teasing words and tugs on your hair just made you cave inward on yourself instead of lashing out. 

You’d cry into your parent's arms as you asked them why no one wanted to be friends with you and your father helped you find solace in the solitary kind of activities to help bring you happiness.

When you signed up for the dance troupe that was a big step for you, which sounds ridiculous since you were nineteen, but that was something that required being around others and communicating with them. Both of your parents were thrilled at you finally branching out and had taken you to a celebratory dinner after your first practice. 

They were your best friends, you looked up to them and admired the love they still evidently held for one another, soulmates or not love seemed to dwindle over the years for most couples. And now you're here, in your bathroom of the apartment you share with your soulmate which should fill you with joy but instead you're on the verge of tears as you try to push down that burning flame within. 

If your dad ever cheated on your mom she’d slap him across the face and leave. If your mom cheated on your dad he’d cry so hard, but he’d leave as well. They always told you things like that were unacceptable when you’d tell them about all the school drama (not that you were ever involved in it) and now here you are. Feeling ashamed of all those years when she walked all over you, you wonder what would your parents think? You pull at the roots of your hair, no longer able to stomach the sight of yourself. 

You hate all of this and you can’t look her in the eyes but if given the chance you know you won’t leave, and it’s not because of that soulmate bullshit. It’s because of those quiet moments spent in each other's arms when it seemed like the world ceased to exist, where you’d giggle as she’d rub her nose against yours. Where you felt safe and seen and loved. 

You want those moments back, you want to not hate the sight of her but it seems anytime you so much as hear her voice you're on edge. You’re shaking due to the wave of anger and sadness that washes over you as you seem to get trapped in your thoughts. 

It’s happening more and more, you zone out most days and seem to think of every little bad thing she’s done. It feels like molten hot lava is poured over you every time it happens. The knock on the door makes you jump up in shock, so lost in your thoughts you tuned the rest of the world out. 

“The dumplings are ready,” you hear your dad say. You look up in the mirror and internally groan, you’ve made a mess of your hair and your eyes are bloodshot from crying. 

“Uhm,” you clear your throat “I’ll be out in a minute.”

“Okay, we’ll be setting up the table.” You nod, not realizing he can’t see you as you try to fix your appearance which is a task in itself. 

The dinner is awkward, it consists of spoons gently tapping against glass bowls and your father desperately trying to fill in the silence, he eyes you the whole time, probably expecting a smile to appear because dumplings fix everything, except this time they don’t. She feels bad for your dad, he really is trying to make you happy. Should she tell him it’s no use? That the only thing that will make you happy is probably her disappearance?

Anytime she looks your way you take a sip of your wine, you have to refill it thrice and it seems to drag on for hours despite the alcohol in your system. Kuvira does try to chime in as she tries to get on your father's good side but you are only able to let out nods of acknowledgment or forced chuckles at little anecdotes. 

He leaves after helping you clean the dishes, much to Kuvira’s chagrin. With him around, he was a nice buffer for the two of you, a pleasant way to fill the uncomfortable silence that filled your home. 

You’ve just finished wiping down the counters when she tries. “Y/n…” 

“No.” You immediately reply, heading to your shared room to get in bed before her, like you always do. 

A day later your mom finally shows up. She knows this is a private moment and to be honest she fears your mother's wrath. The way she glared at her when she opened the door had her wanting to hide away. She had said something about needing to talk to you, how the dumplings didn’t work which had Kuvira severely confused. But she didn’t question it.

So she lets your mom make tea while she tried to coax you out of the room. By the time you finally leave Kuvira sees that your mother is in the garden, patiently waiting. When you walk out of your bedroom you find her in the garden, sitting at the little iron table they got for you.

You watch Kuvira lock herself in your bedroom as you sit down across from your mom. There're two teacups filled with piping hot jasmine tea and a plate of cookies your father probably baked. 

Neither of you speaks the first few moments, you both spend the time sipping from your cups and watching the bustling of the streets, it must be lunchtime. 

“Why haven’t you stopped by?” 

Your mom sighs as she sets the teacup down, “honestly I just… I have a hard time with all of this. With her and with your arrest.” 

“Well, I did stand by while a bunch of horrible things happened mom. I understand why she arrested me,” you pick up one of the sugar cookies and bite into it. That all too familiar anger is bubbling within you once more. 

“Yes, but as a Lieutenant of the guard it’s made people deem me unworthy of my job.” You tense at her words, you didn’t know people were giving her grief about your actions. It’s not like she encouraged you to leave. “And… I am just having a hard time getting used to her and everything she’s done.” 

“She knows what she did was wrong, she was being cornered in Ba Sing S-” 

“I don’t mean what she did to the earth kingdom, I mean what she did to you.” Looking down at the dark amber color of your tea, you slump your shoulders as you think of her words. 

“I mean I’ll support whatever you decide but it’s hard for me to look at her knowing she kept you a secret, so she could keep up some charade with that Junior-” you tuck your hands under your lap at his name, trying to keep from clenching them, “and I’ve seen photos of him holding her and even kissing her, none of it is right.” 

Biting your lip to keep from crying you look away from her, at the streets that have since calmed down a bit. You focus on a child holding his mother's hand as he kicks up water at the fountain. He’s laughing, his grin so wide it takes up the majority of his features. He looks so happy and carefree. You want that kind of life, wishing you could trade his with yours.

“It was only kissing, right?” When you don’t immediately reply, she continues “y/n what happened in those three years?” 

“I…” you snap your mouth shut as you suddenly feel like you're about to cry. You can’t look at her, you’ll know she’ll be disappointed in you. “It was a couple of times to placate him, he’d been getting suspicious due to her lack of affection.” 

And I’d angered her in some way, it was usually that.

You don’t say that though, deciding to keep it to yourself. You hear the sound of glass breaking and whip your head around to see the handle of your mother's teacup broken into tiny pieces, the cup slips from her hand and falls onto the table, causing it to shatter. Hot tea splatters onto the table and seeps through the holes within it, some liquid gets on your shirt and you jump back in surprise. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry honey,” she says, going to grab one of the napkins to wipe up the excess tea. Her voice shakes with rage and you can see her jaw clenching so tight it looks like it’s about to snap. While she cleans no one talks, what do you even say? So instead you busy yourself by picking up a cookie and snapping it in half, when she leaves you’ll pick up the glass shards off the ground. 

“You know…” Your mother clenches the wet cloth in her hand, trying to control her tone. “You know that’s wrong, right?” 

“Yes, I do but what am I meant to do?” She opens her mouth to reply but stops herself when she sees the telltale sign of you being on the verge of tears. “I can’t look at her without imagining it but fuck mom I still love her.” 

It’s silent for a few beats, you can see the cogs turning in her mind. You don’t know if you want to know what’s going through her head, probably disappointment at your unwillingness to leave Kuvira. She sighs and gently sets the dirty napkin onto the table, her eyes lowered to stare at a shard that has half a panda lily painted on it, the other half had broken off during the fall. The incompleteness of it is sort of beautiful. 

“If you want to stay with her, you both need to seek professional help because this relationship is unhealthy and can’t continue this way.” She runs her hands through her hair, smoothing it back as she stares at you, “I can have a friend of mine come over to talk with the both of you, she specializes in things like this.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes but it’s not something that’ll be fixed right away. From the sounds of it, it’ll take years before the two of you can get to a healthy place.” Your shoulders slump at that, why is nothing easy anymore? Why can’t it go back to cinnamon-scented afternoons while helping your dad at his shop where the most difficult task at hand was tying a perfect bow. 

“I’ll do it.”

[cottoncandyjester]

Hey guys im sorry I haven't been posting, honestly tumblr is making it hard to. every single story I write tumblr crashes then deletes it so it's been HIGHLY frustrating...guess I need to invest in a laptop or a better phone

Sorry this was so long I always want the boys' back stories to be only 2 parts

This story contains: death, torture, abuse, toxic relationships, murder, violent themes

"you're too soft! They are sinners theodore why are you being so damn sensitive"

Theo winced at the punch his father landed which caused him to stumble back his back hitting the table which held their latest victim, a young woman that theo cleaned up and dressed in his mother's clothes, he didn't like the sight of her all bloody and mangled it made his heart sting.

Theo never helped to Kill any of these women, only cleaned them up and made sure they looked beautiful in death it was his way if asking for forgiveness.

When he was ten he idolized his father but it's been two years since he caught his father and been training under him to take his place and all that love vanished he found himself feeling nothing but hate and disgust for his father, what made matters worse was the fact that his mother had to take half the brunt of his father's anger.

"I won't do this anymore, you're wrong. Women aren't devils, mother is an angel and I wont hurt her"

Theo's harsh remark earned him yet another punch in the face this one knocking him down as he spat out blood the metallic taste making him sick to his stomach.

"you're a damn fool boy, I'll make you see her filth"

With that his father left him in the attic to starve for the night which was always a common occurrence. As he laid back on the floor the boy let out a dry chuckle.

"Just a little more...then you'll be the one burning in hell father"

Theodore felt everything go black and it wasn't long until he had passed out soon waking back up in bed with his mother caring for his wounds. He could smell her sweet perfume and hear her soft humming, something about those things made his heart flutter in the purest of ways.

"you should be careful theo, you know making him angrier will only result in pain"

"it's okay, we'll leave together one day..just me and you.."

There was silence after that and for a while things were okay, the family was quiet during dinner and once it got late theo figured his father would have went to bed forgiving him for his outburst in the morning.

Theo woke to the sound of two metal objects clashing together, the sound was enough to stir him awake though when he tried to move he realized he was tied up against a chair. That clashing noise he heard was his father sharpening a few knives, the sight made theo's blood run Cold.

"f-father?"

"god told abraham to kill his son, and abraham was about to do it like a loyal sheep. God will make you do awful things theodore and as a man we must do them"

Theo frantically struggled against the ropes binding him only feeling more and more stressed as his father stepped closer and closer thing soft steps of his shoes making theo feel like he had to puke.

What's going to happen to me?

Am I going to die?

Theo felt his father press the tip of the blade pressed softly against his forehead on the left side of his face, the cool metal only brought theo to reality more, his father was going to kill him cause god said so.

"i-i know we are nothing alike but please-"

"we are absolutely nothing alike! You are exactly like your mother a sissy little housewife! You were never going to be a good man or husband! When I asked God for a son I thought he would send me one I could be proud of!"

Rage fuelled theo, he wasnt sure why but something about what his father said made him want to scream, his father was wrong... absolutely wrong.

"I'll be a perfect husband, and a better Father than you"

As soon as he said those words theo felt the sharp pain of his father pushing the blade into his skin earning a sharp inhale of breath trying not to show too much weakness. Theo kept thinking about his mother and how in a way he was protecting her, their goal were to run away safely together.

"we might have one thing in common theodore, you have a devil in you just like me..it's time to show you just how tainted you are"

With that theo felt a harsh intense pain as his father dragged his blade along the boy's face earning screams coming from him as he thrashed and tried kicking but his father pressed his knee onto the boy's legs now carving his skin off in such a slow and unbearable way that it was driving theo crazy

"accept your sins theodore! This is your punishment for being unloyal!"

Theodore couldn't stop screaming as the knife raked down his face roughly cutting a large chunk of his skin clean off, the pain was so great he was close to fainting but his father came prepared and injected him with an adrenaline shot.

"p-please f-father please please please..."

Theodore at this point didnt know what he was begging for, maybe death? The overwhelming taste and smell of his own blood was making him sick and not to mention there was a lot of blood pouring down his face.

I'm dying.. god has forsaken me

"may you be reborn as a perfect child next time"

Theo kept his head down but felt a soft kiss on his head before hearing footsteps walk away from him before the door to the attic closed, his father left him to die!

Theo swayed side to side hoping to get free, if he could just get to his father's desk and grab a knife though without his glasses seeing things far away was near impossible though he could see the shape of the desk.

"mother needs me, I can't die.."

Theo grunted in pain as he fell forward which wasn't his plan but he'll take it, with every fiber of his being he crawled and scooted along the ground towards the desk before seeing a knife handle over the edge of the desk. Thankfully his legs were tied just his arms so with some embarrassing attempts to stand of even kneel before turning around to grab the knife with his hand.

Before he could cut himself free he heard banging on the attic door before a crash, the sound was enough to startle him into cutting the palm of his hand and dropping the knife

"argh! I-it hurts!"

Soon the attic door opened and rushing towards him was his loving mother, her frantic questions and worrying about him made him feel far better especially when she untied him from the chair.

"I'm leaving tonight theo, my fiancee is waiting for me outside"

"t-then let's go mother! Now is the perfect time to go!"

There was a tense silence after that as theo felt his mother bandage his wound up, his mother was hiding something and he didn't like it.

"w-we have a little girl and he's very protective of her and well with how your face looks now you'll scare her and I don't want to bring any baggage from my pa-"

Theodore felt as if his head was spinning, what was she saying? He did everything for her he almost died for this woman and she saw him as baggage to toss away before going to her new family.

"y-you're going to leave me here? J-just like that?! I protected you from him! I made sure he never hurt you! Were you ever going to bring me with you?!"

"keep your voice down theo, please calm down you're scaring me-"

"I'm scaring you?! I'm the one scaring you?! How could you?! I'm your child! I love you!"

He watched his mother look down shamefully and slowly back away clearly afraid of what will her next words do to him. Theodore was feeling a little unstable at the moment, his own mother just betrayed him can he truly trust no one in his life?

"your eyes just...look just like him. I can't theo I'm so sorry I can't it's too painful for me.. you're too much like him"

That was the thing that broke theo all together, it was like his brain just snapped and no clear thought came just pure anger and pain. How could she think that?! Theo thought he was nothing like his father absolutely nothing!

"no! I'm nothing like him! Nothing! He's abusive and a horrible man how could you say that!? I thought you loved me but you're just like him-yeah you're like him not me! I'm pure! A good person"

Theo couldn't stop himself, before he knew it he had grabbed the knife he dropped earlier, the large blade held tightly in his hand and scaring the one person he thought he can trust.

"w-why do you want to leave me? You're just embarrassed of me..you don't want me around cause you hate me"

"no no no baby I love you I just-"

Theo swung the knife slashing his mother's arm, hearing her cry out in pain made him only smile as he gazed at her fearful expression. His sense of reason was vanished and all he wanted now was to show everyone how much they hurt him

"maybe if you were a better mother I wouldn't have gotten hurt all the time, maybe if you weren't too busy being a good wife instead of a good mother I wouldn't be in such pain!"

"t-theo please I just-"

"why couldn't I just have a normal family?! I prayed for one! So why!?"

Theo slashed at his mother again and again over and over sloppily slashing at her without caring about where he aimed. He was far more focused on releasing all this pain and betrayal he felt

"why doesn't anyone want me?! Why don't you want me! I want you so what's wrong with me?! Why am I so broken?!"

Theo ignored the sobs and begging for her to stop, they were not processing clear enough to him he just wanted to hurt them to hurt them in ways they hurt him. Her thrashing soon stopped but it wasnt enough for theo, he moved ontop of her now raising the blade and slamming it down inside her chest his eyes glossed over as he did so.

"I'm not like him, I'm nothing like him! I'll be a good father! A good husband! I'll never abandon my family! Never! Never ! Never!"

The knife slipped I his hand and when he tried to catch it he grazed his hand before hearing the knife clatter onto the ground, theo panted heavily before looking at his hands seeing hands were lightly bruised from gripping the knife so hard, he then looked down at his mother and her horror stuck face.

"look at what father did, I told you we should have left before...it's okay I'll protect you"

Theo reached out taking the scarf his mother wore before putting it on himself before pressing it to his nose and taking a deep inhale, the sweet scent gave him shivers.

The sight of his dead mother made the boy tear up but he honestly didn't realize he was the one who had did such a thing, it was something he refused to accept. Now gripping the knife he once had before he creeped down the attic stairs each step more and more anxiety fuelling, from the quiet sounds it seemed like his father was asleep.

Theo had never acted out so violently than when he saw his father sleeping soundly in bed, once again much like before he had completely snapped now walking over and plunging the knife deep into his father's side earning a painted grunt along with his father's eyes to snap open

This caused theo to panic and he did the first thing he could think of which was to bite his victim's ear using that time to shove the blade into his father's chest before biting his ear off and spitting it onto the ground in a feral snarling mess.

"t-there's your demon... y-you're just like me"

"I'm nothing like you! Nothing!"

Theo gripped the knife blade shoving it deeper til it became stuck and his father stopped breathing, what struck theo as odd was the lack of struggling..didn't his father want to live? That escaped his mind as he tried wiggling the blade out of the corpse only to whine lightly at how stuck it was

"heavy, too heavy"

Theodore decided his next plan was to change out of his bloody clothes except for his scarf of course and to turn on the gas stove as high it can possibly go, he used his bedroom window to escape since his mother's boytoy was still waiting for her outside.

One match, it took one match to burn the place down starting the fire in his bedroom and letting it spread. A few minutes after theo jumped out the window the house roared to live now completely on fire.

Theodore only 12 years old had killed his parents and burned the place down, he had no one else to turn to no family or anything so he turned to his local church. They sent him to a boarding school where he grew up and found a passion for medicine as well as helping others.

His dark past always haunted him, he was known as the boy whose family died horrible deaths. There were always rumors about what happened that night some say that his father killed everyone before burning the place and stabbing himself others think that his mother's lover killed them all in an angry rage. Theo would always just shrug and laugh it off thanking God that he's alive

Those dark desires of having a family only grew as he grew older, it became a twisted obsession that festered stronger and stronger by the time he was 18 he was already waiting for marriage..after all a good husband waits for the perfect bride.

"theo? Hey theo? Hello earth to theo?"

Theodore snapped awake only to see his sweet darling staring at him worriedly, he must have fallen asleep in his office again. Theo simply smiled as he stood from his chair

"what's wrong?"

"well, dinner's ready have a good dream or something?"

Theo chuckled softly before running his fingers through his hair trying to come up with a suitable answer

"just dreaming about the past my angel, though I should focus on the future with you after all the past is the past..."

[cherryblossomstars]

I. Oxford (W. Ushijima)

Taken from my AO3 series of one-shots & reposted here

Pairing: Ushijima x F!Reader

Word count: 2,636 (oops)

Genre: Fluff/Kinda crack

Summary: Aoba Johsai's volleyball team has never been able to defeat the Great Ushiwaka of Shiratorizawa. Their manager, however? She can bring him to his knees in mere seconds.

Or, Ushijima Wakatoshi is helplessly in love with Seijoh's Ace's twin sister, and the Aoba Johsai VBC is not appreciative of it.

Next

"Oh, really? When's your next practice match? I'll try to make it." You talk into your phone and you practically send the hinges on your twin brother's door flying.

Hajime lays on his bed and looks up at you from his phone with an annoyed face. You ignore the threatening glare being sent your way, and flop yourself onto his stomach. He groans quietly, trying not to interrupt your call, and tries to shove you off. His efforts, however, are futile and he eventually accepts his death by his sister's hands (or, more accurately, stomach).

Oikawa, who was sitting on the floor of your darling brother's room, looks away from the video game he was playing on the TV to send you a questioning look.

"Friday. Can you go?" Your boyfriend, the eternal rival of the man sitting on the floor, responds.

"Mm," You hold the phone slightly away from your face, "Hajime, did I have anything planned on Friday?"

"How the hell would I- oh, yeah, movie night." He answers.

You scrunch your face up and put the phone back against your ear, "what time's the game?"

Oikawa and Hajime immediately groan when they connect two and two together, realizing you were talking to none other than the great Ushijima Wakatoshi himself.

"She can't go!" Oikawa yells, "movie night's actually gonna be all day!"

"Then... why is it called movie night..." Your boyfriend asks. You can practically see the tilt of his head and the furrow of his brows.

"Ugh, ignore him," you stick your tongue out at your captain and lightly push your foot against his head, which he was leaning against the bed frame.

I will bite you Oikawa mouths at you.

Fucking try it you scowl at him.

He purses his lips and instead turns back around to play on your brother's Switch.

"So, what time's the game?" You ask again.

"If you will be watching movies with your team, then-"

You sigh, "seriously, what time is it gonna be? If it's before it starts then I'll be able to make it. Might have to leave early, though."

"Four thirty." He responds.

You hum in thought, "hmm... Movie night's gonna start around six. Think it'll last that long?"

"Maybe."

"If you finish early, wanna join?" You bite back a laugh when you watch Hajime and Oikawa's heads snap towards you. Oikawa looks like he might pass out at the thought of Wakatoshi crashing an Aoba Johsai movie night, and Hajime is furiously shaking his head at you.

"I'm not sure your team would like that." Wakatoshi concludes.

You lightly laugh, "you're right, they wouldn't, but that's why I'm asking."

"What kind of manager are you?! Traitor!" Oikawa yells in distress. "Gimme that!" He makes grabby hands at your phone.

You hold him back by pressing your foot against his head, "I'll be there, Toshi. See you then. Love you."

"See you then. I love you too." Click

You put your phone down and turn your focus to your two toddlers boys. Oikawa has once again paused his game and Hajime isn't sure if he's willing to intervene the stare down going on between you and your team captain. You try to crack a smile, but he's still not impressed.

"Zumi-Chan..." He rests his chin on the edge of the bed and pouts at you, "why would you do that?"

You can't help but internally coo at the face he's making at you. You sit up, finally releasing your brother from death by crushing, and run your fingers through his hair. "Sorry, Oikawa, you know I didn't mean it."

He sits up and leans towards you, "finally gonna profess your undying love for me?"

Your eye twitches and before you can respond, a pillow hits him smack in the middle of his face and he falls back onto the floor. "O-ow! Iwa-chan... So mean..."

"Stay the hell away from my sister, Kusokawa." He threatens, holding up another pillow in preparation for another unwarranted comment.

He puffs his cheeks out, "I know, I know." He takes one of the joy-cons off and waves it in front of you, "in the mood for a round of Smash? Iwa-chan's trash." Another pillow comes flying at him, but he effectively dodges it. Hajime takes another pillow from his bed and, instead of throwing it this time, just whacks him with it. Oikawa is only able to let out a whimper and crawls onto the bed, situating himself behind you.

You can't help but laugh out loud, "Oiks, you only call him trash cause you're a really sore loser."

"Not true!" He hands you a joy-con. "Now, c'mon. Let's play. You guys bought all the DLC and I wanna play as Joker."

"Prepare for a shameful defeat." You smirk and choose your character.

"Isabelle? Zumi-chan, you honestly choose the most awful characters." He huffs.

You shrug, "yeah, I know. It's gonna be a lot more humiliating if you lose to Isabelle. Prepare to get your ass handed to you, Oiks."

Until your third year at Kitagawa Daiichi, your world had been blue. Kitagawa Daiichi's school colors had been blue. Your brother and Oikawa have always worn blue. Those two had been your whole life. Hajime, your twin brother, who you loved dearly. When you were born, you were literally born blue. Because you were a weak baby, the nurse had stuck your twin into the same incubator as you. This resulted in an almost immediate improvement in your health, and the both of you are rarely seen apart. Oikawa, your brother's best friend (and also therefore yours), whose soul cannot be described as anything but a bright, burning blue flame has never failed to be there for you, either.

Your world has always been surrounded by blue. Aoba Johsai's colors were white and blue for God's sake. It's a color you've grown to love. It was familiar, it had an all-enveloping warmth. When you thought of the people and the things you loved, you'd have to think of the color blue, too.

And then Shiratorizawa brought in their new cannon, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Being a star volleyball player yourself, you had been too busy with your own games and tournaments throughout your middle school career to make it to a lot of the boys' volleyball games to support Hajime and Oikawa. You'd heard complaints about the Great Ushiwaka from not only Oikawa, but the whole volleyball team. The first time you'd actually seen Ushiwaka in person was on the court against your junior high in your third year.

With the third year of junior high came the great Ushiwaka, who crashed into your life and completely and unapologetically shattered your blue world. With him came a drop of maroon, and suddenly everything was different.

Kitagawa had lost. Oikawa was beyond upset, but swore he would defeat Ushiwaka one day. You waited at the gymnasium's foyer for the boys' volleyball team to finish their huddle so you could comfort your friends.

Shiratorizawa had finished their huddle first and began to leave. While most of them had already left the building, there you stood right in front of the gym's entrance and pointing a finger at the ace of the opposing team. Said ace still recalls this memory fondly, since it was the first time the both of you had met.

"You're awful." You had said with an accusatory finger pointed directly at his face.

The stolid face of Ushijima Wakatoshi had broken into one of shock. This girl, who was wearing a Kitagawa volleyball jacket and had to practically tilt her head at a ninety degree angle just to look at him, had just called him awful.

"I apologize if I have upset-"

You dropped your hand to rest on your hip. "Your spikes are ridiculous. It's obvious your setter was having a hard time keeping up with you. You need to be more consistent with your spikes. And your form needs some fixing too. If you're able to maintain your form, you're open to a lot more options while you're still in mid-air."

He tilts his head, "why are you giving me advice? I am your enemy."

You shrugged, "volleyball is volleyball. As a setter myself, it pisses me off when your spikes and your setter's sets aren't connecting well."

"You are a setter?"

You nodded, "yep." A smirk made its way to your face, "that said... You're actually really impressive. No, actually you're incredible. Especially in middle school. You've got more room for improvement, but seriously... I've never seen an ace like you before. Good job out there today."

"You are not upset I defeated your team?" He was normally confused in the manners of other people's feelings, but you were another anomaly entirely.

"You've got amazing skills. Sometimes it just can't be helped." You explained. "Don't get me wrong though. I'm upset that my team is upset. But as for the loss itself... it was a fair game. It's not like you cheated." You see Hajime and Oikawa enter the foyer. "Sorry, gotta go. But consider what I said, 'kay?"

"Yes." He nodded.

"Oh! I'm Iwaizumi [Name], by the way. I'll be going to Aoba Johsai next year."

He furrowed his brows, why was she telling him this? "I'm Ushijima Wakatoshi. I will be attending Shiratorizawa next year."

"Good." You begin to walk off, hands in your jacket's pockets, "I'd better see you at the spring high tournament next year, then. See you around, Ushiwaka."

Ushiwaka. Ah, so she's friends with Oikawa. "Set for me."

You spun around, "eh?"

"Set for me. You told me what I need to improve on and that my setter is having trouble keeping up with me. You said you are a setter."

"W-Well, yeah, but..."

"Then set for me. You want to improve as a setter, and I want to improve as an ace."

What Hajime and Oikawa don't know won't kill them. You held your hand out, and he gave you his phone. You quickly typed it in. "I'm usually free on weekends. I have morning practice on Mondays and Thursdays, so I'm free after school then. Afternoon practice on all the other weekdays. I'm out by six thirty on those days. Got it?"

He didn't, but he nodded anyway.

And thus, you were given the title of Ushiwaka's favorite setter.

Regardless, it was still hard to deal with the malice of Shiratorizawa when you went to their practice games. You were sticking out like a sore fucking thumb. You had come after school, meaning you were still in your Aoba Johsai uniform. You had gotten permission to be on campus, of course, but the intimidation just came with being from a rival school. You stood on the balcony, watching the boys stretch before their practice match. You gave a little wave to your boyfriend when you made eye contact, which he returned with a small smile. Tendou Satori watched him with confusion before turning to what he was looking at. When he noticed you, he excitedly waved at you.

"[Name]!" He yelled, a bright smile taking over his face. His exclamation caused not only the Shiratorizawa volleyball boys to turn to look at you, but the other team turned in curiosity as well. You mentally face palmed and felt your face grow red.

You gave a sheepish wave and the Shiratorizawa boys greeted you with glee before getting yelled at by Coach Washijo.

The first part of the game went well, but at the beginning of the second set the opposing team's setter landed the wrong way and hurt his ankle really badly. With him being the only setter, the opposing team wasn't sure what to do. Both they and Shiratorizawa wanted to continue, but without a setter...

"Iwaizumi, can you set?" Coach Washijo called from the floor, turning to look at you. Consequently, so did everyone currently on the gym floor.

"Eh? Me?" You pointed at yourself, "but... Um, I'm a girl."

"It's a practice match." He said matter-of-factly.

"I-Uh-I'm in uniform." You refute.

"You can't set in your uniform?" He asked.

Your eye twitches, "but... Why not make Eita-san set for them?"

"We need our pinch server." Ah, damn. You're out of rebuttals.

"Yeah, sure, I can set." You answer. "I guess." You mutter under your breath and make your way downstairs.

You strip off your school jacket, sweater, and tie and put on a practice jersey.

"Should you be playing in a skirt?" Tendou brings up.

"It's fine. I won't be jumping high enough for me to flash you guys, anyway. Besides," you smirk, "if you're paying attention to that, then your eyes aren't on the ball."

You turn to the team you will now be playing for, introducing yourself.

"Iwaizumi?" One of the players asks, "like the ace from Seijoh?"

"He's my twin brother." You explain.

"And you're a setter, huh? Good matchup. Did you learn from Oikawa, then?" He continues.

"Yeah, actually. I got into volleyball because of them. Everything I know about setting is because of Oikawa." You really hope your praise doesn't somehow make it's way to Oikawa himself. You didn't need to raise his ego any more.

"That's amazing! Let's do this, then." The team captain sets out the plan.

While Shiratorizawa had taken the first set, the addition of you on the opposing team had allowed your side to take the second set. Tendou had called you a traitor at the end of the second set. They had taken back the third set, anyway.

You were a few minutes late to movie night with the Seijoh team, but you shot the Seijoh groupchat a quick explanation before the third set began. Wakatoshi offered to walk you home, which you gladly accepted.

"You are my favorite setter." He says to you.

"Don't let Shirabu or Eita hear you say that." You joke.

"I think you have the same effect on me as Oikawa has on his own team." He explains to you.

You look at him in shock, "that's... that's a serious compliment, Toshi. Thank you." You've always looked up to Oikawa as a fellow setter. His skill was unparalleled. People could say he wasn't a genius or a prodigy, but he more than made up for it with the hard work he put into his career. Oikawa Tooru is what every setter wants to be. Sure, that first year from Karasuno (Kadokawa? You can't remember) could set with pin-point accuracy, but Oikawa's leadership skills and experience far outclassed his. Not to mention his charisma.

"Or perhaps it is because I simply trust you with everything I have." He brings up.

"Oh, so it's not because I'm a good setter." You jokingly pout, but when you gaze up at him he has a hint of a teasing expression on his face.

He simply hums in response and the both of you stop in front of your house. Before you can even open your mouth to say something, your front door bursts open.

"There she is!" Oikawa yells, standing in front of the doorway with the rest of the Seijoh team standing behind him, barely in view. His eyes narrow at the man standing next to you. "You."

You roll your eyes, "go back inside, Oiks. I'll be right there."

"You're already half an hour late." Matsukawa mentions.

"Seriously, do you have any manners? You even brought Ushiwa-"

"Maki, seriously? Right now?" You groan and turn to face Wakatoshi once again. "The band of idiots require me. I'll see you next time, Toshi. Love you." You press a chaste kiss to his lips.

"I love you too." He waves to you as you walk inside the house. When the door shuts, he walks off and touches his lips with a soft smile.

Fin.

[lareinenoir]

∆Apple of my Eye∆

Loki x Female! Reader

Request: Hi, I love your work so much!! I was wondering if you could do a Loki x female reader where the reader isn’t heavy but she isn’t fit either. Where reader has been through a lot (depression, heartbreak, etc.) and when she sees another girl flirting with Loki she doesn’t have enough self-confidence to do anything about it but Loki notices and a lot of fluff happens.

@em18-blue-soccer-love

Summary: Body image is what you have struggled with for quite a while. Meeting Loki distracted you from it and his constant compliments always made you blush like crazy! When you are invited to one of Tony Stark's party and see your ex-best friend, the memories of your years in college come back. The memories weren't as fun as they are supposed to be.

A/N: I just wanna say, you are all beautiful and self-love is what I've struggled with for so long! For the past two years, I have learned that loving myself is the best thing for me. If you ever need a reminder on how "beautifully and wonderfully made" you are, hmu. ☺

Tag list: @tell-me-a-poem @thatweirdwalangpake @schizonephilim @hisparadox @empressoftheundergroundsun

"Morning precious." Says Loki kissing your head as you stretch your arms and look to the clock.

"Morning? It's noon." You yawn watching Loki toss an apple in his hand "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Well," he says walking over and kissing your head. "you look rather peaceful asleep and I couldn't bring myself to wake you."

"How charming." You replied and he passed you the apple.

"Eat, an apple a day gives the doctor away."

Bursting out you laughing you wipe the apple on the blanket and roll your eyes. "It's an apple a day keeps the doctor away' silly."

"Bah." He says waving his hand "Your Midgardian sayings are all so...let's just say they mean so many things."

"Haha." You shrug taking a bite. "Don't worry, I don't plan on visiting the doctor anytime soon. At least not because I'm sick."

"Good," he nods as he stands you up and pulled you to his body. "I don't want my precious queen getting the chills."

"You Asgardians never get sick." You say while chewing the apple. "Like...for the past two years I've known you and Thor not once have you gotten sick."

"Our immune systems aren't as weak as you mortals." He laughs and you snort

"Hey! Offensive to my people." You giggle slapping him on the shoulder as Loki lays his head in your lap. "We aren't as weak as you think, Loki. Especially women."

"Darling, men-" you give him a warning look and he gets your hint. "What I meant to say was...mortal men will never be stronger than Asgardian men."

"Whatever." You roll your eyes finishing the apple. "Speaking of men," you say, placing the apple core on the dresser "Tony invited us to his house for a little surprise party for Pepper. Do you wanna be my date?" You Giggle

"well..." He said pretending to think. "I'd have to ask the woman I'm currently with if she'd be OK with me going on a date with a very good looking woman, such as yourself."

You smirked and folded your arms as he twists a strand of your hair around his finger. "I'm sure the woman you're seeing wouldn't mind." You joke kneeling down your head to kiss his nose. "If you don't tell her I mean. It can be our little secret."

"Our little secret."

Sharing a small kiss you brush back his jet black hair just to study his face. You felt so lucky to have him.

Tony's parties. Always full of people. Men in expensive suits and Rolex watches. Woman in fitted dresses that matched there handbag. Not to mention some very hot eye candy on the arms of a woman or man.

"You've been staring at your reflection for two hours and have changed outfits seventeen times, not counting this one." Loki groaned getting frustrated and you shook your head

"You men have it easy. All you do is show up in a tux and add gel to your hair." You say heading back to the closet. "I don't...I just want to look the part."

Loki sits up in his elbows off the bed and squinted at you. "The part?" He questions

You instantly close your lips and bring out three more dresses. "So, which one. Blush? Copper red or Zesty-"

He appears in front of you with his index finger against your lips. His eyes in you he slowly takes the hangers and tosses them on the bed. "Y/N, I told you that you look ravishing in all of them. Asking me over and over again will not change my mind." You smile and he kisses the corner of your mouth. "You look good in everything."

"Aw." You say grinning like a ninny trying to avoid his eyes. You wanted to say, 'no I'm not' but you knew how much it annoyed him. "Thanks." You whisper biting your lip.

"Excellent, now can we please go? I'm afraid we are going to be rather late." Said Loki taking your hand in his.

"The party will just be getting started when we arrive." You shrug and you two share a laugh. "He'll have the drinks out by then I hope."

"You mortals and your alcoholic beverages." He said rolling his eyes. "They are a bit on the weak side."

You roll your eyes at him and pinch his butt cheek. "Shut up."

He winks at you and gives you a slap on the ass as you continue walking

When you arrive at Tony's place you are greeted by a whole lot of people bumping into you and Loki and are quickly offered a drink.

"Weren't sure you were going to show up." Said Rhodey handing you and Loki a glass of vodka. "Thor is over there with Steve and Bucky. He said our beverages aren't strong enough for a god."

"And he is indeed right." Said Loki handing it back. "I'm going to go over there, Y/N?" He sort of asks. "Will you be alright for a bit?"

"I will." You nod and he kisses your cheek. "Go on, have fun."

Watching Loki disappear in the crowd of people, you turn and see Rhodey is gone off and is dancing on some tables with Tony.

"Y/N!" Shouts Pepper and you take a sip of the drink as she wraps her arms around your neck. "Glad you could come. Having fun?"

"Yeah. You should be the one having fun! Happy birthday." You said kissing her cheek. "Sorry I couldn't be there to say 'Surprise' I think I spent more time figuring out what to wear than anything."

"No worries. You look great." She motions with her hands. "It wasn't much of a surprise anyway. Vision accidentally spilled the beans. He's still learning." Pepper shrugged "To surprises?" She raised her martini and you clinked it with hers

"Surprises." You say as you both take a large sip.

Walking around and partying with the others you catch a glimpse of Loki doing shots with Steve and Thor.

"What the heck?" You ask seeing they drew a big crowd. The countertop full of shot glasses, Tony filling them while Clint counted. "You've got to be kidding me." You laugh hearing everyone cheer.

In college, this is what the guys did at frat parties. Why the heck were they doing it. Grown men!

"Rogers wins!" Said Clint and everyone began to holler loudly. "Thirty-two shots in one minute." He announces

"I still think you won." You hear someone say as they approach Loki hands grazing his shoulder.

You stared at those perfectly manicured pink acrylic nails and held your breath when you recognized the black stilettoes.

"Thank you." Loki nods chuckling nervously

"I'm Missy Donaven" She introduces herself holding out her free hand. "You must be Loki."

"I am indeed. Its a pleasure to meet you, Missy Donovan." Said Loki being very polite.

You watched them carefully but couldn't help but stare from a distance at her perfectly shaped lips that curved into a smile. How her giggle made your skin crawl because of how lovely it was. Your heart beats with fear a bit as Missy and Loki talked. She would laugh then touch his chest.

Touching Loki! Touching Loki!

"You have a sense of humor. Pretty good looking too." She winks touching his hair.

Touching his hair! Touching his hair!

That's when she looked up and caught your eye. Quickly turning the other way you feel your feet begin to speed walk through the crowd.

"Where you going in a hurry?" Asks Natasha stopping you

Brushing past her you ignore and keep walking until you were in a bathroom. One perfect bathroom with a sink and mirror. And staring in it made you look away. Seeing Missy and how beautiful her red hair was made your body ache. You weren't as pretty as she was. You knew that. She had curves...you weren't sure if you had any. Missy had big boobs...bigger than yours.

Looking away from the mirror, you take a seat on the edge of the tub and bite your lip. Just as you took in a breath the door opens and a smiling Missy Donovan walks in.

"I knew it was you." She says closing the door. "The smell of loneliness was a dead give away."

You didn't want to fight. You weren't in the mood to exchange insults with her. It bothered you more because you should have known to lock the door.

"Where ya going? Don't you wanna talk to me? I haven't seen you in ages Y/N." She says face now in the mirror touching up her makeup.

"I-"

"You look like a Teletubbie. I'm actually surprised you came out of the house in a dress. I thought you were more of pants and oversized hoodie kinda girl. But I can't complain too much." Missy shrugs fixing her hair and making kissing faces in the mirror. "Its a step up. A lot of people thought you were a dike Y/N, because of the way you dressed. Hell, I thought you were. It's an improvement." She spins on her heels, red hair slapping you a bit in your face as she grazes her finger across your cheek. "A+ for trying I guess."

Sucking in your cheeks, you stay silent and hold in your tears. It was very hard to look at her small pale feet and know, in your mind, Loki would pick her.

"Lay off the twinkies? I think I'm seeing a quadruple chin. You definitely need to hit the gym." Missy giggle perking up her breasts. "Hopefully I get this sexy hunk of a man in bed with me. I'll be sure to text you what it's like to sleep with a god."

Back against the wall, you feel helpless and hold in your tears. You even stopped breathing. Missy never allowed you to look at her directly. She always said, "only pretty people can look at me." In college, you waited on Missy. You were at her every beck and call she made sure you knew your place.

She'd always remind you how fat you looked in clothes. The first day you met her, you wore a dress to a party. "Oh honey, you look like a bloated Turkey."

At the time it was a joke? Right? Missy didn't mean anything by it...

When Missy had planned parties, you were in charge but never invited. "I don't want you eating up all the snacks."

One time you did have the nerve to buck up when you found out she was making out with a guy you liked.

"I'm saving you, Y/N. Pedro wouldn't date someone like you. He doesn't go for the girls who look like street trash."

Pedro Hernandez, you had an Instagram spam page and Pedro followed it. He commented on one of your memes and then started DM you. You kept it from Missy for obvious reasons. You and Pedro never met, or even sent pictures to each other. Unfortunately, Missy found out that you guys were planning on meeting and pretended to be you.

"I can't believe I ever thought we were friends." You said but you were more upset with Pedro then anything. He ended up picking Missy Donaven over you.

You and Missy stopped being 'friends' You told yourself, "College all by myself is way better than having someone like Missy."

And here you are. In the bathroom tub crying your eyes out because it was happening all over again. You knew how it would end. Loki would pick Missy. And you wouldn't blame him.

There was a knock at the door and you said,

"Go away!"

"Y/N? Is that you? Are you alright?"

You said nothing. Loki was probably coming to tell you that you were breaking up. He was gonna go for Missy...

"Y/N...I'm coming in. Ok? I'm coming in."

Not looking up, you felt his body heat over you. Loki knew why you were upset. Missy let it slip that you were in the bathroom crying.

"Y/N... I do hate seeing you cry." He tells you, climbing in the tub with you.

Looking up and at the sink, you shake your head. "I saw you with her. At first, I was mad but...I understand. She's pretty. Way prettier than me. Nice big boobs. Tinier waist with a nice ass...curves that I don't have. She isn't fat like me. It's ok. I'm not mad."

"Y/N, I'm afraid-"

"Loki you deserve better. A better-looking girl than me. She's perfect for you. Missy is...she's the perfect girl in every way."

You weren't sure if he was listening or not but he lifts your chin and wipes the pad of his thumb across your cheek. "Y/N. I picked a woman." Loki was looking at you. Eyes so intently looking only at you "I picked a woman, not a girl looking for attention. You are the apple of my eye. You are perfect for me.”

He meant every word. You knew it. Now, you felt stupid for just thinking Otherwise. Loki had already picked you.

"Do you-"

You pressed your lips on his smoothly and inhaled his scent as he kissed you back. Loki held you to his body with a firm grip on the small of your back as your lips moved in sync together. You pull away and he gives you a questionable look,

“What is it, Y/N?”

“Kissing in a bathtub? That will be one hell of a memory.”

both sharing a quick laugh kisses your top lip lightly. “Then let's not ruin it then, yeah?”