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once more to see you - huening kai
summary: where meeting TXT Bankâs new intern makes y/n come up with any excuse to see him
pairing: gn reader x huening kai
genre: fluff; 2.1k words
a/n: I donât even know what this bank thing is for yet I just saw this pic and immediately had to write. also this is literally not how bank visits go but LMAO. arenât silly stories just perfect!!! nothing makes sense!!!
working in food service in one of the busiest cities meant that each night would end in tips galore. thankfully, your regular checks were enough to pay the bills, so you usually stuck with depositing cash tips at least once a month.
this was a regular routine that worked for you. walk into TXT Bank, talk to the strict bankteller whose name was apparently taehyun, show your ID, hand money over, boom. done.
but one day, this routine ended up falling apart. you walked in, and instead of taehyun, you were met with the face of the adorable new intern.
kai was deeply focused on the computer in front of him, desperately trying to figure out the client case taehyun showed him earlier. his cat-like managerâs instructions kinda went in one ear and out of the other, so it was crucial to figure things out as soon as possible if he wanted to secure his full-time position. that is, until he noticed your figure approaching with his peripheral vision.
the two of you locked eyes, eyes sparkling as if you each had just spotted an adorable puppy. kaiâs cheeks grew red and your ears started to feel hot as you walked closer to him.
âhi, excuse me? iâm here to deposit cash to one of my accounts.â you look down and start to play with the zipper of the bag holding your tips, the eye contact from before making you overwhelmed as your brain practically malfunctions. where the hell is taehyun? and did he have to leave someone so cute in charge?
kai clears his throat before putting on his best customer service voice, âof course! iâd be more than happy to help you, maâam.â
you look up and see his name tag: âKAI HUENING - INTERNâ the word âinternâ snapping you out of your temporary trance from before.
âoh um, is this the right desk? i noticed your tag says internâŚâ the furrow of your brows and confusion all over your face makes it near impossible for kai to hold back his smile as he responds. âno worries! iâm in the midst of receiving a full-time position here. i may be an intern, but i can assure you that iâm approved to work on deposits. weâre just a bit short-staffed at the moment.â
kaiâs warm, gentle gaze washes over you, so much that even if he was straight up lying, you wouldnât even blink an eye. his brown eyes were slightly hidden by the strands of hair falling over his face, which also happened to be decorated with soft moles all around. his mullet-like haircut also complimented his button-up, making him look like the lead singer of an old pop-rock band.
âmaâam?â kaiâs voice pulls you out of your thoughts, making you flinch a little. âoh, iâm sorry, I didnât mean to scare you!â
you wave your hands and apologize, âiâm sorry! i suppose i started drifting off a bit. here is everything you need.â you pull your ID and the cash out of your pouch, handing it to the intern and trying to calm your heart after your fingers brush against each other. after everything is finalized, kai hands your ID back to you. âalright, everything is set!â
you look at his nametag once again, âthank you um⌠kai?, i really appreciate it.â kaiâs cheeks grow red again at your voice saying his name so sweetly. he chuckles nervously and scratches his head. âyep, thatâs me! well, did you need anything else?â
you try to rack your brain for any possible thing that could extend your stay, but nothing comes to mind. âno, thatâs all! thank you again.â you say, slightly disappointed. kai smiles. âit was my pleasure, make sure to visit us again!â
and you did. many times. like waaaay too many times.
after meeting kai, you couldnât help but want to see him more. your usual monthly trips to the bank turned into weekly, and then almost daily. every time you collected your tips for the night, you made sure to visit the bank again in the morning.
as you visit more frequently, you and kaiâs interactions start to become playful, and you become a bit more closer. you both still get shy as you lock eyes, but jokes are often thrown in here and there. kai found himself taking extra time to count your money when you came in, desperate trying to hold onto every second of your presence.
âhey!â you try to hold in your laugh, âas the intern, shouldnât you be learning to count faster not slower?â you joke. kaiâs hearty laugh fills the room before he pretends to look offended. âexcuse me? itâs only natural that I get a little distracted when a pretty person enters the roomâ. his words make your entire body grow warm, and you canât help but try to shift the focus away from you. âo-oh? I donât think that line was part of your training.â you giggle.
kai giggles with you before thinking of a rebuttal, âyouâre right actually. our handbook specifically says to not flirt with customers... buuut iâve never been great with remembering the rules.â
âwell, if youâre gonna be a bankteller then you should probably start studying before you end up in jail for fraud or something.â
the two of you burst out laughing, failing miserably when it comes to keeping quiet. you let out a few giggles again before youâre left in a comfortable silence. âI guess you got me there, but seriously y/n, iâm happy I can always help you.â
after a few months of visiting kai (and seeing the bank more than your own family), you wake up one day to head over before realizing that you donât have any tips to deposit. âshit.â you whisper to yourself, closing your eyes in frustration. you had the day off yesterday and donât go back to work until tomorrow. you were left with a completely free day to do whatever you wanted.
any normal person would have taken the chance to relax, maybe get some chores done, even some shopping? but the only thing you cared about was hearing kaiâs laugh again. there had to be more reasons to visit the bank, right? yeah! you could come up with somethingâŚ
after cleaning yourself up and getting ready, you felt slightly embarrassed at how much effort you put into your appearance. were you trying too hard? would kai get the wrong idea and think you were meeting with someone? by the time you had answered your own questions, you were already at the front door of the building. you took a deep breath and headed inside, expecting brown eyes to meet yours again.
well, they did. but they werenât the ones you were looking for.
âhow can I help you?â kang taehyun asks after seeing you walk in. his eyes go back to his computer, and he begins typing something up. youâre so caught off guard that you canât even come up with a response. you already didnât know what to come here for, and now that taehyun is in front of you, you feel stupid for even showing up.
âI want to⌠umâŚâ you trail off, causing taehyun to pause his work and stare at you, waiting for an answer. you look around nervously before quicking spewing out, âopen a bank account! yes! I um, want to open a new account.â
taehyun goes back to type some things into his computer. âID?â
âhuh?â
âID. I need your ID to confirm your identity, maâam.â
you suddenly realize what youâre doing and awkwardly feel around in your purse, looking for your wallet.
well shit.
âs-sorry, itâs uh⌠itâs gotta be in here somewhere.â you stall. as taehyun pinches the bridge of his eyebrows, a familiar figure exits from one of the staff rooms.
âhey taehyu-â kai notices you in front of him, a worried look etched across your face as you dig through your bag. taehyun motions kai over, âcome watch, kai. you can see how we deal with customers who clearly show up unprepared.â
kaiâs voice and the mention of his name immediately make your head shoot up. you look at him embarrassed, desperately wishing you could go back in time to when you were still in your bed. you feel frozen as the two men stare at you, waiting for you to do something.
âhey,â kai reaches out to lightly touch your arm, âare you okay? do you need help?â
you brush him off, not wanting to worry him. âno, iâm okay hyuka, iâm sorry.â
before kai could react to you apologizing to him (for what seemed like no reason), taehyun eyes the two of you suspiciously. âdo you two know each other?â he asks. kai looks over and nods before speaking, âyeah, weâre uh⌠friendsâŚ?â he looks over at you with a mix of hope and hesitation in his eyes, not sure if you felt the same way.
âoh!â your eyes widen, âyes! weâre friends. iâm sorry, iâm just so used to running into him here now.â
kai feels relieved hearing you agree, and his heart beats faster at the thought of being somewhat of a constant in your life, even if itâs just to deposit cash into a bank account. he quickly brushes off his thoughts before coming to your defense. âsee? everythingâs okay. theyâre just a regular customer, thatâs all. you donât have to scare them to death.â he jokes.
âno! itâs my fault,â you admit, âI donât need to do anything actually⌠I even forgot my ID on the way here, iâm really sorry for bothering you guys.â
kai looks at you confused. he doesnât know why you keep apologizing, and he really doesnât know why you showed up if you didnât have any requests to make. taehyun, however, is able to read between the lines. âiâll leave the two of you alone.â
kai doesnât even glance at taehyun as he walks off. his only focus is you and making sure that youâre okay in this moment. âyouâre never bothering us, but is something wrong? whatâs the matter?â
you let out a deep breath and decide to be brave. you can do it. just tell him. if nothing works out, you can always just deposit in the future through an ATM or somethingâŚor maybe get a new bank.
âokay well, this is super embarrassing but I didnât have a reason to visit today, kai,â you pause, looking him in the eyes, âI just really wanted to see you...â you trail off, feeling even more embarrassed than you did before.
kai laughs softly at this while you continue to ramble, âwhich technically is a reason! yâknow?â, he takes your hands in his, causing your brain to malfunction like the first time you ever saw him.
âdid you really come all the way for me? even without needing a deposit?â
you laugh to yourself and how lame the two of you sound, probably something straight out of a nerd fantasy book. âyeah, even without the deposit.â you smile, squeezing his hands lightly. kai blushes and smiles to himself, trying to come up with a joke to mask his sudden shyness. âare you sure it was worth it? i mean, taehyunâs pretty scary.â
you smile and nod your head, âyouâre here in front of me, right? iâd say it was pretty worth it.â you and kai both look around the building only to find that thereâs no one else here. just the two of you.
you look back at each other, eyes drifting down to each otherâs lips as you gravitate closer. before your lips meet, kai whispers.
âcan I kiss you?â
you nod and press your lips against his. one of his hands come up to hold your cheek as if it were made of glass, and you allow your arms to wrap around his waist. as the kiss continues, you chuckle, making him pull away, wanting to see your smile once more.
âcan I take you on a date? after I get off of work?â he asks, lips suddenly feeling cold after pulling away. âI would love that, kai.â you smile as you hug him. âitâs a date then! I promise iâll finish work as fast as I can.â
âoh, no you wonât, I need you to focus instead of rushing.â a certain voice interrupts the two of you.
you look over to see taehyun smirking with his arms folded, almost as if he was silently taking credit for getting the two of you together. kai rolls his eyes playfully at taehyun, âyeah, yeah, I didnât mean it literally!â
taehyun looks over at you with an apologetic look in his eyes. âiâm sorry for my bluntness earlier. it gets pretty stressful around here, but i shouldnât have taken it out on a regular customer. I donât know how kai keeps his composure sometimes.â
âI get to see y/n almost every day, how could I not love every second of it?
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GMMTV 2025 trailer reviews
as usual and because I'm getting some asks, here are some initial thoughts on the trailers from today (in order of release, BL/GLs are marked with a đłď¸âđ, favorites with a đ):
Dare You to Death đłď¸âđ: Strong start!! I did not expect JoongDunk to make another comeback but I didn't expect that from any the other pairs either and yet here we are lol. This looks interesting, I'm digging the MOD vibes and I'm charmed by inspector!Dunk lol. I also like how the romance doesn't seem to be the main focus. I'm not always a murder mystery fan but if the script is good then I'm into it. and I am very intrigued by this! .
Head 2 Head đłď¸âđ: I was praying for a more interesting story for SeaKeen's second project and my prayers were heard. Trailers can be deceiving and I don't know how it will all turn out but this looks pretty good to me. New being the director is not something I would have guessed, it looks like he's branching out afterall. the Bad Buddy/rivalry vibes fit them better than the one-sided flirting in Only Boo imo and the future visions/foretelling trope intrigues me as well. I'm sad we're not getting RyuJava as the side couple as they both have different partners in this lineup but it's okay. This might be the first time where I'm certain that I will tune in for a New show lol. Well done! .
Burnout Syndrome đłď¸âđđ: FIRST HIGHLIGHT OF THE NIGHT!!!!! This looks absolutely BOMB I'm so obsessed lmao. I followed my personal annual ritual of saying I don't want another OffGun show and then ending up being captivated by the trailer lmao. I don't wanna compare this to any of their previous shows though because for one Nuchy is the director which is amazing and also Dew is part of it lol? He is the last one I expected in a show like this, let alone a bl lol. He always kept his safe distance so this is a surprise lol. Him making his bl debut alongside OffGun is risky however, especially since his acting is not exactly oscar-worthy so I hope he works on that. But all in all this excites me a huge amount. also lowkey hoping they keep the soundtrack bc it's fire lol. Super hyped for this one!!!!! 𧥠.
I Love A Lot of You: This is one of the 2 lakorns in the bunch and I feel bad but it didn't intrigue me at all. The schizophrenic plot seems strange and I'm not feeling a spark between the characters. Good for Nanon for making his comeback though plus good for the 4EVE members for breaking into the acting business lol. .
Whale Store xoxo đłď¸âđ: This looks cute!!!!! I can already tell that Maewnam is a more likable character than Sun in 23.5 lol and I feel like this is a step-up for MilkLove, even if not a big one. The plot seems light and easy but I'm okay with that as long as it's not high school. I'm also excited to see June again, it's sad that ViewJune is over but Mewnich is an excellent addition imo. I loved her in Mission Fan-Possible so I'm pretty excited for this! .
Only Friends: Dream On đłď¸âđ: WELL WELL WELL. What do we have here đ The trailer was definitely overstimulating me lmao, I'm still not sure what exactly is going on, I had to watch it 5 times to even grasp anything. I remember Mix teasing Jojo at the end of Only Friends that he wants to be part of a sequel which was played off as a joke back then but boy did they fool us lmao. Never in a billion years would I have expected this to actually happen. I'm not a fan of second seasons, though I'm not sure if we can count this as such? It's more of a spinoff. Still something they have never done before so this is interesting. OhmLeng and JossGawin joining EarthMix is an interesting choice but very welcome. JossGawin getting a second gig before their first one even aired is giving big d*** energy lmao but good for them!!! I knew OhmLeng would get another show and my guess was that they'd be part of an ensemble so yay I was right lol. The plot - in old OF tradition - looks messy as hell and since Ninew is directing, I'm expecting a similar energy throughout the show. Not sure how I feel about Boston being there though. He was my least favorite in OF. But we shall see. I'm loving the Romeo + Juliet theme though which I'm 100% sure is Jojo's doing lol. What can I say. I'm ready for another messy clusterfuck. Bring it. .
That Summer đłď¸âđ: I'm happy to see that WinnySatang are getting their own show, about time!! I hope Winny works on his acting a little bit because I didn't love his performance in We Are. Satang is still out-acting him so I hope that changes. Satang being a prince is my favorite part of it all like Damn right he is lol. I love him. Ryu and Mond as the side cp is interesting and I'm always up for a good soft beach-lovestory. Also Jojo is behind it so obviously I will tune in. .
My Romance Scammer đłď¸âđ: Tbh I keep forgetting that Ohm Thitiwat is with Gmmtv since he hasn't really been participating in anything since he joined lol. But it's nice that he's debuting now and the fact that he's paired with yet another Fluke makes it so much better lmao. I like their energy together so this could be good. I'm not a big fan of JuniorMark, it looks a bit chaotic plus New is directing so I will be on guard lol but I'm putting it on my list nonetheless. .
Melody of Secrets đłď¸âđ: ForceBook are trying hard to break out of their previous roles and I appreciate that but unfortunately it's not working. at least not for me. I like them as people but as actors they have never struck a chord in me and never will. All their characters are the same to me. But people have different opinions. Good for them for trying out a different genre but the plot confuses me and I'm not hooked so I'm likely skipping this one. .
Love You Teacher đłď¸âđ: OY, we got a weird one on our hands lol. They had me in the first half of the trailer, PerthSanta have a decent chemistry and the teacher theme is cute. but then... Santa wakes up... as a....7 yr old???? lots of things not sitting right with me about this lol. Santa has a juvenile acting style which is not necessarily a bad thing but did they really have to take it that far lol. Not sure how this will turn out, it could go either way. I just wish they hadn't added the line "if he'll be a kid forever could you still love him even though you hate kids?" bc uhm... nah. idk I'm gonna tune in though and see how it goes. .
MU-TE-LUV (mixed): Yay this looks interesting!!!! I was hoping for another multi-plot show since they haven't done one of those in a while. And this has definitely sparked my interest. The stories are very different, I like the pairs, it's nice that OhmLeng and SeaKeen are part of it as well, plus the drag group looks like they're gonna be a lot of fun. Reminds me of the old gmmtv days. I'm in!!! .
Cat For Cash đłď¸âđđ: It took me a while to gather my thoughts for this and my initial reaction was what in the feverdream am I looking at, but after watching it a few times I see it a little differently. Anyone who follows FK knows they were never the ones to conform to the big crowds, they don't accept roles just for the heck of it; they move around in their little bubble and only do something if they're 100% behind it, no matter what genre. Which is why I trust them with any project they do, as with this one. They have expressed that they wanted to move away from the heavier plots in the future, which doesn't mean they were forced into anything, but a project like this feels like they get to relax a little after being on the grind for the last 2 years lol. They said they wanted to do something silly and fun and now they get it. It's small and lighthearted with an admittedly very silly plot and yes it might flop but to hell with it. They seem excited about it and that's all I care about. They got the show they wanted so I consider every part about this a win âđť .
Girl Rules đłď¸âđđ: ON MY KNEES for this one ohmygod đ I can't believe Jojo finally gets to do his messy GL that hes been talking about for so long lol and the cast is absolutely DIVINE. Not only did I not expect NamtanFilm to get another gig right away but I did not expect MilkLove to go raunchy so fast lmao. But ohmygod I'm SO seated. We got the mix & match in the good ol' Jojo fashion and everything that comes with it. Everything about this is up my alley. Sign me up. .
Boys In Love đłď¸âđ: This seems basic but it's nice to see some new faces. Mick finally gets to debut, plus I'm pleased that I was right about ChokunAston lol. PoddPapang were not hiding anything so they didn't come as a surprise, still I wish we had gotten them as mains. I'll still take it though. Considering that this is the annual newbie-show, it doesn't look too bad. I'll tune in. .
My Magic Prophecy đłď¸âđ: This is a big surprise for me, not because of the plot but because of JimmySea lol. After Jimmy said he will go abroad next year and he doesn't know if he will have projects etc., I took that as a confirmation for no JS series in 2025. Now I don't know if this will actually air in 2025 or if it will be pushed into 2026 but yeah I did not see this coming at all. JimmySea going back to their fantasy roots with this one, Sea is continuing his theme of seeing things he's not supposed to lol, I just hope it won't be too similar to Last Twilight. Not plot-wise but acting- and character-wise. Sea's acting is always excellent but Jimmy's characters all blend together as his acting stagnates a bit. But it's too soon to tell. It's going on my watchlist! .
A Dog And A Plane đłď¸âđđ: Speaking of surprises, this is another one lmao. Like how are we getting the third TayNew series in a row?? Insane. I usually expect the worst so I thought of Peaceful Property as their last joint project for a while. But apparently they never thought of quitting and it looks like I'm getting another comfort show 𼺠I have a ton of respect for them as actors, I was so impressed by their performances in Cherry Magic and Peaceful Property so ofc I'm super excited about this one. Newie as a flight attendant dating the plane Captain and Tay as a paramedic? They did that just for me. I love it. I also can't wait to see MarcPoon again!! Finally they're getting different roles. Plus it is yet another Jojo project so we're in good hands. .
Me And Thee đłď¸âđ: We're continuing the theme of "I never thought this couple would get another show together" but that's what the whole point of "riding the wave" seems to be about. But anyway. PondPhuwin usually go for whatever the fans want so I'm sure this will blow up just the right way. The story seems fun, though I'm a bit fed up of the mafia theme. But for now it's just a trailer. I might tune in. .
WU: I'm very confused by this, the trailer gave us no information, all I know is SkyNani are still going strong in the bromance/borderline bl department so good for them I guess lol. I can't really say anything else about this since we don't know much and haven't seen much except for some long stares and another red thread reference. I'm not saying everything should be bl but HSF is already queerbaiting and it looks like this one will follow that lead so I'm not too thrilled about it. No idea what this bromance-hype is all about, I really don't get it. but oh well. .
Memoir of Rati đłď¸âđ: This one has really nice visuals and an interesting plot, my only concern is GreatInn as Wandee was a disaster but I want to believe that was due to the bad script. I think they could redeem themselves with this. The genre, characters and costumes seem very fitting for them and AouBoom are also a nice addition. I was expecting them to get their own show but so be it. It is also Gmmtv's first period BL which is exciting. And it looks so pretty!! The French irritates me a bit but whatever lol. It's going on my list. .
Ticket To Heaven đłď¸âđđ: We have arrived at the last highlight of the night and my goodness. What a treasure they kept for the end. I can't remember the last time I was this captivated by a trailer, I felt this in ever fiber of my body. The visuals are outstanding and the production of the trailer alone is insane. I don't want to say anything wrong but the theme of Catholicism in association with guilt, faith and sexuality in particular is not something I would have ever associated with Gmmtv. I have seen mostly Western productions like Skam tackle stories about spirituality and sexuality and unorthodox bl productions tackle themes of sexual awakening and self doubt so I consider undertaking this kind of narrative in the mainstream Thai media environment as quite bold. Not that these issues are any less real there but it's uncommon, and translating them into cinematic context adds an extra layer of intricacies. So this is a risky production but this trailer gave me full-body chills so I'm very much looking forward to it. GemFourth are not my favorite actors sadly but if they get this right, they could easily redeem themselves. This is a clear highlight for me. .
Conclusion: This lineup has been full of surprises but in the best way possible. When they announced "Riding The Wave" as the tagline for the event and after Tha gave the speech about the company's ambition to go for what's popular, I was worried that the quantity would once again drown out the quality. And I know these are just trailers and we have made the experience that even the best trailer can have the most frustrating outcome but to me today's announcements all look very promising. I liked some more than others but objectively speaking, if they put the same effort into the actual productions as they did with those trailers, then we're in for one hell of a year lol. I'm keeping a positive mindset about everything, I'm thrilled about most announcements, my personal highlights for now are Burnout Syndrome, Cat For Cash, Girl Rules, A Dog And A Plane and Ticket To Heaven. This is the first lineup that has almost no lakorns as 18 of 20 productions are lgbt-themed. Almost all fixed couples are coming back with the addition of a few new ones which I like. And we got a few unexpected combinations which I am always a big fan of lol. Personally I can see the ambition and aspiration in everything and I am eager to see what they make of it. I'm expecting about half of these shows to be pushed into 2026 and since they usually air the shows in the same order they announced them in, that will most likely be the second half of the lineup.
If anyone read this far, thank you and sorry for rambling, I just wanted to put my thoughts out lol. let me know your thoughts if you want!
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#gmmtv#gmmtv2025#gmmtv 2025#bl dramas#gl dramas#thai dramas#reviews#upcoming bl#upcoming gl#sorry this got so long
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Sunkissed - Aloe
Fields of Mistria | March x F Reader
Summery | A flustered March get's accused of earning his fair share of sunburns, in reality, it may be a mixture of minor burns along with his inevitable embarrassment.
Warnings | Overly Fluffy!
Word Count | 2566
ââŚIâm convinced you have no clue what youâre doing.â
March grumbled and sat at his work desk begrudgingly with his usual scowl. Brows furrowed, heâd bite his lower lip impatiently. Stealing glances towards you, his knuckles digging into his cheek while leaning over his workstation inside, the space impressively tidy. Sat with his arm propped up on the top of his desk, allowing him a vision of you close by all while allowing him to hide his face easily.
ââŚand Iâm convinced you have no faith in me.â
Youâd argue playfully, sorting through several pieces of equipment in your bag. Tossing some odds nâ ends aside, clearly in search of something specific.
âI donât⌠can I continue my work? If you havenât noticed already, I have a routine that youâre interrupting.â
March hated waiting, howâd he end up here, to begin with? Why was it he could never argue against you? He had remained the very definition of all bark, no bite. With you specifically, and it frustrated him to no end. It was always you. You, you, you. He hated to admit it, but he was wrapped around your finger.
Before this whole situation, he had been hammering away at his stationâŚ
It was significantly brighter today where most would rush towards Mistriaâs beach in their favorite swimwear. He didnât have the time for that, however, no matter how much he desired to lay off the work and relax. It's not that he disliked his job, it was anything but that. Left with a stockpile of requests, the mass majority being boring small projects such as bolts and nails, that was the problem. Tools to sharpen, all basic level blacksmithing. At this point, heâs itching for a harder task, something to test his unmatched skills⌠all the trophies in his bedroom prove that fact is more than a self-claim.
âGood morning, March! Iâm about to head out for the mines, is there any ore in specific youâd like? Copper? Iron? Silver?â
A familiar voice beamed from behind him, halting any further action as he snapped out of his previous thought process. Heâd immediately recognize the voice, after all, it was you. You, you, you. How much he'd give to see that smile of yours by his side at night, not just these brief mornings before you part ways.
âMorning.â
Heâd respond nonchalantly, lifting an arm to his forehead to block the incoming rays of sun from his eyes. Turning his body around, heâd noticed just how close in proximity you had been to him.
âW-What the hell?- whatâre you doing?â
Heâd lean back against the anvil, glaring at you as youâd suddenly lift both your hands to his cheeks. Delicate hands cradle his face sweetly, so light it could be mistaken for a pair of feathers brushing over his inflamed skin. He made several attempts to create some distance between the two of you, but you seemed insistent on whatever you had intended to do. Your eyes analyzing him closely,
ââŚhave you been working all morning? Youâre pink.â
Your voice was nothing more than a whisper, so close he could feel your breath fan against his face. Further fanning the flames beneath his skin,
âOf course I was. Is there a problem with that?â
Youâd raise your chin with furrowed brows, you always were the one unafraid of their expression, huh? He'd catch himself on these thoughts, clearing his throat to focus on the initial task.
âYeah. You shouldnât be working outside in this heat, look⌠youâre burning up!â
Heâd turn his head away, only for your hand to guide him back to face you once more. Glaring daggers at you only to lose that sharp gaze, faltering, heâd let out a defeated sigh. Eyes closing before shifting to relocate anywhere but in your own, when have you gotten so beautiful? Or perhaps you always have been. Either way, heâd allow you to follow through with your concerned actions, not without his grunts or grumbles of disapproval. You knew better than to trust his words, his body language giving him away.
He may end it all if a single person catches wind of this interaction,
March was used to experiencing higher elements of heat, ignorant towards the clear sign of his skin losing its battle against the sun. So caught up in his work, he now had your hands brushing over his cheeks, before lowering down his neck... trailing towards his shoulders, and lifting his arms for him to take note of his burns.
"March, look. Please? You're burnt."
You'd realize your words may have been too firm, softening quickly after to smooth over any misunderstanding. He always took care of himself, his brother, and those around him. But found himself needing the help this time,
"You're making this a bigger deal than it has to be, you act like you haven't had a burn in your time working on the farm."
Sparing you a disapproving look, he'd then take in the true tenderness you held. He didn't mean to concern you, he'll have to take better care of himself to avoid you getting in a position like this again... Your eyes glimmer, only to be overcome by a passing cloud beneath the sun. Your face naturally flushed as a response to the heat, those lips of yours so close and parted ever so slightly. Drawing him in.
"Get inside, I'll be back."
Your thumbs gently caress his skin absentmindedly, hesitating to let go, he'd notice this. Hesitant to pull away as well, the couple now staring away from each other bashfully, unable to let go. They were left at a stalemate.
He's unsure exactly how long he stood there with you in silence, being the one to wear his signature frown.
"What about your trip to the mines?"
You'd raise a brow, tilting your head as you step away from him. Pivoting on your foot, hiding your expression from his gaze. He then could notice how your hands clasp each other behind your back, fidgeting nervously. What caused this anxiety? Was it him? The idea of work?
"It can wait, be right back! You better be inside once I've returned, if I catch you breathing next to that anvil of yours I'll nag you all summer."
March rolled his eyes, using the spare back of his hand to feel the warmth in his cheeks. It may have started as sunburns, his sun-kissed skin is rosy like the flowers you had first-ever gifted him when you situated in town... but you were certainly more dangerous than the sun ever was.
"...you already do."
He learned to love that about you.
"Ah ha!"
You'd exclaim with a sense of accomplishment, lifting yourself and waltzing towards March who behaved like an unimpressed teenager. Eye scanning over your body, landing on the tiny bottle in your hand.
"What is that?"
This question wouldn't receive an immediate answer. Watching you squeeze the bottle, popping the cap off... a green gelatin substance now pressed against your palm.
"Aloe Vera. I bought some the other day from Balor,"
Before he could speak, you'd ask another question. He didn't hear what you said. Lost in his world the closer you got, it was pathetic. Biting back his tongue, he'd nod his head to whatever you said. Gaining a smile in return, you'd rub your hands together, spreading the Aloe in your hands. Soon reaching to grasp his face again, making him flinch at the cool temperature.
"-I thought you'd put up more of a fight, y'know. I appreciate it, March. You know... for all you do at the forge for Mistria."
Voice rendering as uncharacteristically mother-like, his eyes shut with ease. Finding pleasure in your fingers working the aloe into his skin, rubbing his cheeks in a circular motion. His face had begun to cool down in a matter of seconds,
"Don't mention it, there's no need to concern yourself over trivial matters like a slight burn."
March huffed, eyes fluttering open when he'd feel your motions stop at the bridge of his nose, upon hearing his words. He couldn't tell whether or not he enjoyed the contrast in temperature, a battle between the soothing gel against his flustered face.
"Your health is not trivial. Take that back, ...Idiot."
You'd playfully pinch his cheek, making him hiss in pain, and smack your hand away from his face lightly.
The tingling sensation of Aloe is evident as ever on his skin, this felt strangely... intimate. He's had Olric help him apply sunscreen when he was young where he couldn't reach, but, never a woman so generously offered to ease his pain... he still didn't believe it was important, still allowing you the satisfaction in helping.
"Tch. Yes ma'am."
The small talk would come to a close, his eyelids weighing down. He'd feel your body shift next to him. Their hands met his broad shoulders, beginning to massage them with newly applied gel. Small groans escaping the man, fuck it felt good. Your hands were like magic, his body melting at your wake, finely shaped like putty in your hands. His tension was immense, you wished nothing more than to help. Stretching out his muscles, You were no professional, but he enjoyed your actions thus far.
The silence was comfortable, time slowing with each pressure applied by your steady hands.
âThis should help with your recovery, want me to leave the Aloe with you? Iâm sure you could use it for future use.â
Your voice fissured a crack in the silence, bringing a smile to his face. Faint, a mere ghost of what it could be. Hidden from your sight,
âSure.â
March would hear you hum in response, tilting her head back in an attempt to make eye contact with you. Only for those eyes to widen with your face hovering directly above his. Both partyâs eyes were wide, unable to look away from the other this time. The way your hands were situated on his bare shoulders, your face hovering above his⌠it all felt right. Tilting his head further back, heâd raise an arm. His hand makes its way to your cheek, hesitant, but progressive.
ââŚwhy go through all this trouble?â
March's voice held a share of his vulnerability, an expression masked behind his nonchalant attitude for far too long. Here, marks the beginning of an end. Or, so the two of you can hope. Old habits are a tough pill to swallow, to process, and to accept. To embrace.
âTrouble? I see no trouble in supporting the one IâŚâ
Youâd begin, struggling to continue your original sentence. Was this going a step too far?
â-the one you..?â
Heâd inquire, no sign of his previous smile. Rubbing it off to hide beneath a mask once more, unable to express himself openly to you comfortably.
Marchâs attempt to lower his hand from your cheek results in failure, due to the grasp of your hand on top of his. Holding it in place, your eyes shimmering like the beautiful jewels youâd donate to the museumâŚ
âThe one I care for, of course.â
March felt his heart flutter, observing how your body language evolved. His hand trapped against your cheek, he couldnât help but feel a subtle blush rise to his face. The aloe stood no chance of keeping him cool at this rate,
âI- I see.â
Silence.
He couldnât bear it much longer, unsure whether or not they had been crossing the line between comfortable silence or a tense air.
You couldnât help but press your cheek deeper within the palm of his hand, it was large, calloused, and long due for an easy day's work. Something you were capable of granting him if only heâd allow it.
âI like you.â
What?
âLike, I like you, March.â
It was all so sudden he could hardly process all you had said. Silenced by your lips that pressed themselves against the back of his hand. It was as if his eyes were opened, he watched as all the colors surrounding them became significantly more vibrant. Hyper aware of the position you put them in.
The unwillingness to leave him be, despite such a common injury⌠the lack of materials on hand to venture through the mines in your bag. Had this been your intention all along? Did you lie about the mines? Using it as a segue to get closer to him? Heâd never experienced such a scene. Not just anybody was confessing, no, it was far greater. It wasâŚ
You.
âT-Think about it, kayâ?â
Youâd lend him a toothy grin, your blush rivaling his burnt cheeks. You had finally done it, you confessed to him. With all the anxiety rushing through your veins, you brush his bangs out from his eyes, feeling his thumb caress your cheek you forced him to hold. His expression was more visible than ever before, no longer safeguarded beneath his bangs, all due to how he sat on his stool, neck craned back as he looked up at you from a flipped perspective.
ââŚsay that again?â
His voice was quiet, uncertain. However, you wrote that off as your imagination. Your eyes admire his body, the way his skin shines after your massage, the Aloe glistening with each curve of his muscle. His fluffy red hair lost some of its color while the black roots made themselves clear, he'd no doubt dye them again this coming Saturday.
âI like you, March.â
Following through with his request as you would any other time,
ââŚagain.â
Again. He requested, and you delivered. A gentle smile permanently embedded on your face, allowing his hand to fall from your cheek.
âMarch, I like you-â
Willing to stroke his ego, you wrap your arms around him. Leaning against his back, your chin resting on his shoulder, not applying too much pressure. Worried you may harm him by pressing on the burns,
"If this is a joke, I swear I-â
Heâd grumble, feeling you rest your head aside against his. Listening to the comforting sound of your breathing, losing the ability to speak.
ââŚof course not. For someone as confident as you are in your achievements, you sure are insecure. Not that I mind, I'll remind you that nobody holds a candle to you March...â
Following your words with proof of your legitimacy, youâd sneak your way closer to his body, your breath brushing against his cheek sending a shiver down his spine. You begin pressing your lips against his sun-kissed cheek, a featherlike attack directed toward his heart.
"...Y-you aren't so bad yourself. I guess... no, you're actually... never mind, forget it. Quit it, we'll never hear the end of it if somebody walks in on us." He'd find the strength to press a hand against your face, forcing your lips off his body, tensing up as you'd soon follow his words up with a hushed whisper in his ear. "-Can we take this to your bedroom then? if the idea of getting caught is all that concerns you..."
You'd ask genuinely, laughing as he'd struggle to look in your direction. Feeling as if you'd tighten your embrace around him, returning your nose back in the crook of his neck.
"...shut up."
Neither of you would say a word afterward, basking in each other's presence. Whether it was by choice, or you rendered the inexperienced blacksmith speechless. You were confident he liked you too, despite not saying it verbally.
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My BFF is a Vampire
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BLOODY EYES đŠ¸
Characters: ot7 x reader
Warnings: This story contains nsfw content (descriptive blood, gore, etc.) as well as sexual content. Mentions may include violence, self harm, attempt to suicide, consumption of alcohol and blood, male and male sexual content, explicit sexual interactions, sharp objects, knife play, blood play, death, description of injuries, themes of major horror/psychological horror and also explores obsessive behaviors and codependency. Many characters are morally gray. The story will contain aspects of the show Vampire Diaries and the BTS Wings era.
>If you are sensitive to any of these themes please do not proceed with the story.<
Genre: supernatural, fantasy, vampire, reversed harem, best friends to lovers.
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Chapter OneđŠ¸
The night felt cooler then usual. That for Spring Villa was uncanny but nothing about this town was near close to normal, I felt breathless. Running through the woods with nothing but the full moon above me to light up the path between the tall trees, the cold air burned inside my lungs.
I couldnât stop even if I wanted too, my feet seems to move on their own. I should hide, I knew that. His presence became more obvious as the sound of his footsteps behind me became louder and clearer.
Every breath I took.
Closer.
Every step away.
Closer.
Until I couldnât breath anymore, falling miserable on the cold wet path of the night. I could hear him laughing behind me, his deep breathy chuckled bitterly echoed around me.
I needed to get up.
But I couldnât. My body wasnât mine, I couldnât move even if I begged myself to.
Vision getting blurred the more I tried to breath but no air was coming to my lungs, until the horrified feeling of a cold hand closed around my neck turned me around.
I couldnât see his face even when he was so close to me, all I could see was his red eyes staring at me as he took my last breath.
The loud beeping noise of my alarm woke me up abruptly, I was breathless completely covered in cold sweat once again. I looked over the small vintage silver clock over my nightstand, glad it was still early in the morning and I had more then enough time to get ready to work at the Spring Grill.
A sight left my lips once I was finally able to catch my breath, once again I had the same dream. By this time I shouldâve become used to them, It has been years since I started having weird nightmares, every damn night. It became unbearable and at some point I had to go to the hospital once after waking up screaming, I donât remember anything from that night just that the nightmares continued since then. I used to take pills to help me sleep and at first they helped but as time passed they simply stopped working and I was too tired to ask for more, because of my reputation the doctors couldâve locked me at the mental facility and feeling helpless I just stopped taking them, I gave up on trying to stop the nightmares. They wonât go away no matter what I do. Whatâs the point fighting?
The day had just started and I felt restless.
Tired from knowing exactly what would happen after I opened the door of my room and went downstairs, knowing exactly how my day is going to start and how is going to end. Every day is the same for me. I wished I could say something about it but there is nothing especial about my life in this town.
I was known for being the weird girl, psycho girl down the street with an alcoholic mother who every neighbor hates now.
I used to be someone just like everyone, I had dreams like every other girl in high school did and I wanted more from life than anyone else did. I was alive.
For years I tried so hard not to let my parents actions get the best of me but now I feel like I canât bearly breathe, my mother drank all her emotions away with alcohol till the bottles are empty just like herself.
Iâm no better then her. Hiding away my scars with a jacket so no one knows it. Not that they would care anyway.
Once Iâm pleased with my appearance after getting ready, making sure to hide the dark circles under my eyes with make up. I hold on tight to the door before opening in a breath, immediately holding my breath as I walk down the corridor to the stairs. A sight of relief washes over me as I notices sheâs still asleep in the couch as I walk over the door as quietly as possible.
Mom was passed out again and thankfully on the right time for me to leave unnoticed by her.
Another sight of relief leaves my lips as I could finally breath in the cold air of Spring Villa, it was not always that I could leave home without any trouble caused by my mother. I was always grateful when I could.
And for just this once I could actually smile. Even though I knew everything would crash down when I get home later at night. For now I let myself breath for once.
Making my way through the empty streets till I get to the Grill, it wonât be a long walk anyway. Spring Villa was not known for being a big city, you could walk pretty much all around here and you could never be late. Every place here was placed right next to it, especially the neighborhood thatâs why you canât keep secrets in his town. People are so noisy here.
The center of the city was much more busy today, more tourist must have come since Halloween is in two months now. The perfect time to spread the old reports about the cityâs history of a serial killer. People are so empty it makes me sad for them, but in all honesty sadness is all you can find in this city.
Once I finally get to my destination I open the wooden doors to the Spring Grill immediately being embraced by its warm interior, making my way to the staff room quickly changing into the Grill apron marking my shift as I leave the staff room. Today Iâll be serving tables in the morning and later Iâll serve at the bar.
No one minds my presence here so I just embrace my own thoughts and begin my work.
For the entire day Iâve been working, I wished it lasted longer. Contradicting I know. Even though I was tired like hell and my feet hurt just as bad; Even though I could already feel sweat running down the back of my neck and my arms felt like jelly from holding heavy trays with food and drinks for hours, the thought of heaving to go back home was never a pleasant one for me.
My shift was almost done and I moved as slow as possible with no desire to go home I was still behind the bar in case any costumers come for a few drinks, it was night already yet the Grill was just as agitated as it was in the afternoon. People didnât care for their safety anymore, they would stay up all night drinking at Spring Villa even though our little city was known for a serial killer case, all they wanted was something to gossip about anyway and here, it was the serial killer case still unsolved after years.
Quickly to my distraction a costumer just made his way to the bar, he sat on the barstool asking for a bottle of beer. I made my way to get it for him filling a cup with ice and putting in front of him as well as the opened bottle, he thanked me without looking my way throwing a few dollar bill over the bar to pay.
I simply took it. I wasnât used to kindness in this place, no one here seemed to know what it meant anyway.
The sound of the ring above the door signs for more costumers and I immediately looked up to see who it might be, noticing the familiar faces as he also noticed me from further away.
My best friend.
He was the only one who knew who I was and still chose me to be his friend, Jungkook wasnât like the people from Spring Villa. He had an energy around him that even from afar you could tell he was special. He wasnât even from here. He shined wherever he was and always became the life of the party, his smiled was a punch in the stomach of everyone one from this city, a face that was a constant reminder of how different and full of life he was. The truth was no one knows weâre he comes from or any of his friends, not even me. I never bother to ask him too. I always assumed he could tell me whenever he felt ready for it and apart from that, there was nothing we didnât know about each other.
I only knew a few of his guy friends, with Jungkook there were seven of them and they all lived together with the oldest of the group in his house. I never asked him what his friends did for a living or what theyâd were here for as it wasnât Jungkooks place to say anyway and we both hated gossip. I knew he wasnât like the other people who only came here for the serial killer case and that was enough for me to not ask questions. I was closer with him and his friend Jimin, whoâd usually hang around with us the most, the others were much busier and didnât stick around us much so I havenât meet them yet and bearly knew them.
Seeing him together with his friend Jimin and the white haired Hoseok was something for the eyes to see, from any distance you could tell they were not from this small city.
From the way they all dressed so sophisticated and the way they walk, talk, even breath to every detail on them you could tell they where perfect. No one here was at their level, people tended to do everything to keep it to themselves so it doesnât call for unnecessary attention to themselves. I still remember when they first came here, everybody talked about them for three months and so many rumors began to rise about them. The boys kept things to themselves and only talked to a few people from town, so gossip about them were all over the town as soon as they stepped foot in here. It wasnât like any other tourist who came to town, they came to stay and that made the rumors about them grow even more especially since they all looked anything from normal.
Hoseok was well know because of his white hair and the signature sunglasses he wore all the time, some said he was blind and some said he had devil eyes. People said all sorts of things about them for their looks and I honestly thought the people in this town were just being mean at this point, these people never seemed to have something to do and were always on someone elseâs business. The few things I heard about Jimin was; how he was always out with a red haired man at night, always at the company of a woman or a men and by far he was the most popular with people.
Jungkook was the rumored bad boy, always up to something bad and some people spreed that he was in a gang, that he was a criminal and today we just laugh at that. I couldnât even begin to imagine him as such rumors portrayed him.
I didnât care much about it, after a few weeks talking with Jungkook he told me the oldest of his friends Jin was the son of one of the founders of Spring Villa and thatâs way they came here, they were staying at his late fathers house the mansion on the other side of the city.
I was surprised no one know anything about the founders of Spring Villa - since gossip was their priority around. But people only talked about what they wanted and what they wanted to hear, even when it wasnât true.
I watched as Jungkook parted ways with his friends who took one of the tables on a corner and make his way to the bar were I was, a smirk playing around his lips as he did so. He looked incredibly handsome tonight, like usual. He wore a black outfit, never a fan of colors as he would always tell me, a leather jacket over the long sleeve shirt and loosen jeans ripped on the knees.
I replied with a smile of my own, watching as he sat on the bar stool in front of me.
âwhen is your shift ending tonight?â he asked, as soon as he took the bar stool in front of me. A playful look glimmered in his eyes, by his tone I knew he would ask me to join later.
âin an hour, why?â I said, cleaning over the bar in front of us to place a glass with ice for him, turning around to get him his usual whiskey.
âperfect, weâll have enough time to get a few drinks before going to the bonfire thatâs happening by the lakeâ at his words I turned around quickly looking at him dumbfounded.
âwe? who said I was going?â I teased.
âI didâ he said as if it was nothing, pushing his glass towards me to fill it, scoffing playfully I did so.
He looked up at me with biggest puppy eyes ever, leaning his head slightly to the side. I chuckled knowingly.
âoh no, I know this lookâŚâ I tell him as I filling another glass of whiskey for him. ââŚand it wonât work. Jungkook you know I hate parties.â
âYeah but⌠this is differentâ he says, almond eyes shining through his long lashes as he stared at me with a sly smile.
âreally how?â
âIâll be thereâ he said drink all of the liquid in his hand in one gulp. âmy friends too, so come please?â
I looked over the table his friends were sat at, they were looking over us too. No wonder, Jungkook mustâve told everyone one he knew I was going already. Not that many people would care if I showed up or not, he was the only one who does care.
If this was the only way to not go home tonight, might as well just grab the chance. For once I could walk out of my sad blue and gray routine.
âok Iâll go with youâ I finally tell him, filling his glass one more time.
âI knew you wouldâ his eyes seemed to light up above his smirk in that moment, making my heart skip a beat. It was a different kind of look, one I have never seen before.
I would be the biggest lier if I ever say I didnât had a crush on him, Jungkook was one of the most handsome men on Spring Villa ever since he step foot here. All woman and men lined up in front of him for a chance to be with him, he was definitely a catch.
Anyone could tell he was hot just by looking, he had his own special charm to make people fall in love with him instantly. Not only did he had a beautiful body that you could definitely tell was all toned even under all the dark loosen clothes he wore but, he had his way with everybody and all it took was one look and a charming smile from him and you would fall on his knees, he didnât go by anyone unnoticed. People here either loved him or hated him, no in between. I knew from the moment I first saw him that nothing could ever happen between us, thatâs why we have such strong friendship.
I couldnât help but let my eyes wonder from every now and then, every time I would notice him looking away I let myself get a glimpse of his beautiful body and his beautiful face.
But he was much more then that to me, he was my best friend. One of the only ones I had and I wouldnât let anything mess that up, even my own feelings. I would push anything aside to keep him by my side, even if is my heart.
He deserves more. More then I could ever be.
âoh rightâŚâ he suddenly said âyou like girls right?â
âwhat!?â I exclaimed, flushed at his sudden question.
âwhat, what?â he lifted his eyebrows up surprised âyou never said anything about boyfriends and I never saw you with a guy, Iâm starting to wonderâŚ.â
ânoâŚâ i like you, you idiot. Is what I want to say, but I canât and I shouldnât. Never. âDonât just assume that kind of thingâŚâ
âwell then what do you like, I need to know so I can set you up with someone for the bonfireâ he said.
âI like boys, and you donât need to set me up with anyone.â
âok.â
âbesides is not like anyone is interested in me or what so everâ I began to angrily clean the bar top.
âok, sorry for pushing kittyâ he said, stoping me from cleaning with his hand over mine.
I immediately looked up at him, heart beat skipping a beat as I gulped down. His eyes scanned my face, i tried my best not to show how the nickname affected me focusing on the light in his eyes as they seemed to shine different tonight almost making them look brighter like whiskey mixed with wine. I was completely lost in him again, too much to notice his cold hand over mine as his smile brought my attention to his lips. Wet and pink.
âyouâll take our table for the rest of your shift right?â he asked softly.
âof course, who else can put up with you guys?â I tell him.
He only chuckled nodding towards me, he got up from his seat and gave me one last smile before turning around to go back to the table with his friends. I wished i could tell that smile went past me and didnât effect me as much as he always did, he was my only friend why did such feelings had to rise from my chest every time i was with him?
Once again i shut that door in my heart to stop them from rising again.
For some reason the past hour felt like an eternity, i carried on serving Jungkooks table for the rest of my shift as they order as much they could drink for the time being before it was time to go to the bonfire, Jungkook was with two of his friends tonight and it always amazed me how much they drink and donât even looked halfway drunk. I knew they were seven although it has difficult to see all of them together at the same time, i only knew their names through Jungkook and a few things about them as he would tell me sometimes. How they all meet one by one as the years passed through trips around the world.
He mentioned how he first meet Hoseok when he went to a contemporary dance concert at a music festival and at the same week he meet Taehyung who were there to play violin at the festival, he said they all clicked with each other immediately and a few months later they run into Jimin in a party as well as Yoongi as they already knew each other. It seemed Yoongi already knew Jin the oldest and Jin knew Namjoon from birth as they grew up together away from Spring Villa.
I havenât meet the older friends yet, they all seemed to be occupied with something as Jungkook would always tell me. He admire his friends very much from how he always speaks so passionately of them to me from time to time. So far i only knew Jimin since he and Jungkook were always together as well as Hoseok who sometimes tags along with the two, although they were very closed to each other i never saw them with the other three.
One look at the clock and a sight of relief left my lips as i notice my shift was about to end, making my way towards the staff room to change and hit the end of my shift, I quickly take my things from my locker before walking out of the staff room. I wished i knew he would invite me out for the bonfire, I would have put a bit more of an effort into how i looked before going out.
Whilst making my way towards their table I tried to fix my hair the best I could, untying the messy bun i did earlier to work and letting my hair fall messily down my back. I watched as the three of them seemed to be heaving a fun conversation before Jungkook turned towards my direction a smirk on his lips as he looked me up and down rising his eyebrows playfully.
âare you guys ready to go?â i said, once i finally stood in front of them catching their stares.
âyes bossâ said Jimin, while getting up from his seat being fallowed by the two others.
âare we walking there?â i asked Jungkook taking his side while we made or way out of the Grill.
âyeah, is not that far from hereâ he took a cigarette from his pocket lightening it up while we walked down the cold streets of Sping Villa.
The smoke filling the humid air around us, it hadnât rain in a few days here which was honestly a miracle. That was unusual in a city that rained more than anything, at times like this i really wondered if the reason why the serial killer just wasnât caugh because the rain cleaned his traces.
How lucky and convenient for someone to attack this small town, I couldnât help but think about it from time to time. Even though i would always brush this thoughts away from my mind now letting Jungkook and his friends voice fill my head as we make our way to the bonfire on the west side of town. Although it was away from the town it didnât took too long for us to get there, a bonfire in Spring Villa was rare due to the heavy rains that were present every day here. People must been excited about it, something i was unfamiliar with. All senses of joy for me were short lived, I didnât have a choice but to give up on them. Not because i wanted but, because they were stolen from me each time.
I looked up at the sky watching as the full moon shined above me, the sky never looked so clear before. Full of stars to replace the clouds and cover us and more light.
It felt warmer to be under the moon for once, I couldnât remember the last time i saw her.
âyou okay?â Jimin whispered over my ear, one arm closing around my neck as he showed me a smile.
âyeahâ i replied his smile.
Out of all of them - or at least, the ones i knew - Jimin was the most touchy person, Jungkook could get clingy sometimes but usually only when he needed something in return. Even though he was a men after all, i never once felt uncomfortable close to him. He always had a soft energy around him that just brings you into him each time, it took some time before we got close enough to be like this though with each other. The first time we meet he couldnât even look at me without shying away, it was cute.
I circle my arm around his waist and we make our way together.
âoh⌠i see why donât have to set you up with anyoneâŚâ Jungkook said, playfully beside me eyeing us together.
âhey, his my friend tooâ i glare at him playfully.
âsee? sheâs mine tooâ Jimin taunts beside me, pulling me from the shoulders as he closed around me a deep chuckle filling the air from his chest.
I chuckled with him too distracted by his smile and hands around me to notice we were the only ones laughing, too absorbed by his eyes over mine to look anywhere else.
Everything just felt like slow motion whenever i was with them, i could bearly see through it all. And i loved every little second of it - anything to stay out of home.
I didnât liked parties much, I never understood what was so special about them. Maybe if you have friends it is more enjoyable to be partying, since for a long time people didnât wanted to be close to me I just shut myself down from everything I could.
Until Jungkook showed up I had no one by my side, now with him and his friends I can actually enjoy a bit of fun.
Just like I predicted it didnât took us much longer to arrive at the bonfire, I watched around us all the young people laugh over the loud music with red cups in hands. Some danced, some just sat around the big bonfire drinking and just talking while some were courageous enough to be swimming at the lake.
Jungkook guided us to a big fallen tree in a corner closer to the lake to sit there, him and Jimin left quickly to get us some drinks and Jungkook came without Jimin saying his getting something stronger.
I took one beer from him as Hoseok did the same, sitting between the too boys.
âoh god I hate thisâŚâ immediately regretted taking a sip of the cheap drink.
âwhat? The party?â Hoseok asked beside me.
âno⌠this disgusting liquidâ I turned to the white haired boy putting the bottle down.
âoh, not everyone doesâ he chuckled. âwhat do you like drinking?â
âsweet!â Jimins loud voice interrupted before I could answer.
He sat in front of us all giggly with which I assumed was a stolen bottle of strawberry Smirnoff.
âshe likes the strong and sweet drinksâJimin answered for me.
âyouâre right, thanks Jimin.â
He gives me a wink fallowed by a small nod opening the bottle for me to have a sip, we all drank a few times together and I remember mentioning that I hated beer and preferred sweeter drinks and wine, I didnât know he would remember as we usually were completely nocked out drunk.
âwant some?â I offer to Hoseok.
âoh yesâŚâ he took the bottle from my hand, cold fingers brushing over mine.
A chill went down my body for a second and a hugged myself, watching as he drank a good amount lips slightly wet from the drink.
He handed me back the bottle, the fire shining on the dark glasses on his face.
âisnât it too dark for you?â i playful ask.
âa littleâŚâ he smiled, taking it off.
I tried to hide my surprise when I saw his eyes for the first time, the fire reflected in them wildly almost like a reflection on a mirror. His eyes were of a blue so clear to a white shade I could swear o saw galaxies in them, I canât understand why he would want to hide them he looked even more beautiful without the glasses.
I donât question him anymore deciding to enjoy the time with them by drinking some more, I let time completely go forgotten for now watching the fire burn in front of me.
At some point i knew i was completely drunk already, the bottle in my hand wasnât the same from before and my body felt lighter. Everything that was coming out of Jimins mouth seemed to be the most funny joke Iâve ever heard, he kept me entertained for the most time taken me to dance a few times even.
But I couldnât keep up with his energetic self, body tired from working a whole shift at the Grill.
Then again he would pull me out to dance again this time taking the white haired boy with us, the three of us drunk as hell dancing together with the people around the bonfire.
The hot heat warmed my body and for once I felt the happiest for once, nothing matter in the world anymore and all my problems had evaporated completely from my mind.
When Hoseoks cold hands took mine into his to dance bringing my body closer to his, I let him. Giggling like an idiot with my cheeks hotter then the fire burning beside us, when he brushed my hair back exposing my skin I simply let him.
I could feel his drunken giggles over my face as he spin me around, hands holding my waist but it wasnât his anymore. Looking up Iâm meet with Jimins sweet eyes and smile.
Every cell in my body was being pulled towards him, as if I was in a dream a state I could no longer control my body and only watch what was happening.
Watching as my body leaned forward into his, the only moment I felt like my body belonged to me when I felt the shivers running down my skin as he brushed the hair away from my shoulder, eyes staring down at my lips the more he leaned into me.
Just then before he could move another centimeter closer, Jimin was pulled away from me as well as the dreamy state I was in.
All together I felt my senses come back, the sound of loud music and peopleâs talking around us, the smell of fire burning. Jungkook stood in front of me anger clearly reflected on his features as he stared silently at Jimin who looked at him with the same intensity.
I watched the two of them confused, feeling a gentle pull at my arm from behind me I turned quickly looking up and Hoseok.
He muttered a âletâs goâ and I fallowed him wherever he was going, turning back a few times to check on the two males we just left.
We stood closer to a truck filled with all sorts of drinks, Hoseok grabbed a few water bottles from it and we stood close to a big old tree. I could see all the bonfire from here as well as Jungkook and Jimin leaving together into the dark entrance of trees.
After drink half of the water I looked up at Hoseok who still looked where the two boys just went.
âwhat happened?â I asked him, feeling completely lost. âwas it something I did?â
âno y/nâŚâ he turned to me, clearly trying his best to hide what he truly felt in that moment âyou didnât do anything itâs just⌠they have somethingâs going on right now, itâs a bit complicated.â
âoh⌠ohâ the realization hits me like a brick.
From the time Iâve been friends with Jungkook I knew that both, men and woman were always there for him trying to get with him. I just never saw him with someone before and now everything made sense to me, he had something with Jimin.
That thought made things more complex to me, I just couldnât understand why he never mentioned to me before. We were friends.
After some time had passed I realized that maybe that was because of me, Jungkook mustâve seen all of that and now they are fighting.
I couldnât bear that, I never knew that could happen and before I even know I was already making my way into the dark trees without Hoseok noticing.
If they fight because of me I have to clear things out, beyond that I felt terribly bad for Jungkook.
Walking into this tress at night made me feel uncomfortable, it was a clear reminder of my nightmares and I felt the fear growing inside of my chest the deeper I went through that darkness.
I could still hear the loud music and talking of people from here but as I carry on walking I heard loud hustles from the other side, I didnât felt the need to rush there until I heard Jungkooks voice.
My feet moved on itâs on I was rushing through the bushes, fallowing his voice as I felt some bushes hit me all over until I stomp into the unexpected scene.
My breath got stuck in my throat but everything looked so clear that my whole body went cold.
Jungkook was pressed on the tree as someone held him by the neck, a painful expression reflected on his features as the men who held him there was glued to his neck.
It wasnât until said men leaned back from him and I realized it was Jimin, exposing all the blood on his face it finally came to me what was happening. Jungkook fell to the ground hand over his neck, a painful groan leaving his lips .
All I could do was watch, feeling my body cold as ice completely frozen at the spot as jimins face covered in blood turned towards me. A gasp leaving my lips as his eyes burned over mine, red eyes like crimson blood.
I immediately turned to leave finally finding the will to move my frozen body but, all to my surprise he was right there in front of me with a bloody smirk on his lips.
No.
My vision began to blur into darkness, my own body completely giving up on standing and I felt weak in my senses.
No.
All I could see was his red eyes before I fall into the darkness of my mind.
I could feel my lungs burning as i breathed in and out the cold air, i was running between the trees again the darkness of my surroundings where swallowing me the deeper i ran into it.
Every cell in my body burned getting more restless as I desperately rushed through the woods, completely exhausted and out of breath my vision blurred and i felt my body give up on me falling miserably into the wet grass.
Turning around breathless a shadow presence like the dark night sky made his way slowly towards my body on the ground, i wanted to get up, run again my body wouldnât listen to me.
I felt my body completely froze at the sight the closer he got to me, the moon light slowly illuminated more of his presence each step he took.
The more clear i saw him the more anxious i felt, just then as he stood completely above me i realized i knew who he was. I could no longer breathe as his red crimson eyes stared into mine with complete darkness, for the first time in years i see the face of my nightmares.
He falls to his knees in front of me, blood dripping from his mouth as a smile i never saw on him grows on his lips. I felt at loss at the sight of Jungkook, still not believing in it but there he was ready to take me as one of his victims.
I woke up in a rush cold sweat dripping from my forehead, my chest was hurting instantly feeling as if I had rubbed a marathon my body ache in pain and my head was foggy as if I was under water for a moment until I wasnât and high pitched sound echoed through my head.
Once it faded away I was able to breath normally, looking around to see I was in my room. I couldnât make out how i felt in that moment, everything still felt like a dream.
But that couldnât be.
The memories of last night were a blur in my head, I couldnât place my thoughts together weakly trying and the more i did the more my head hurt tears forming in my eyes i felt so helpless. Not being able to control my own my mind anymore no matter how much i tried to, all of a sudden everything became to much to understand then with the sound of rain hitting my window i could finally feel my mind emptying and i was back to myself, as if i was high on a dream I remembered one by one of last night events.
I was at the bonfire with Jungkook and his friends when he and Jimin went in the woods, how unease I felt at the knew informations about his relation with him in that moment deciding to fallow them in the woods only to be meet with the sight of Jungkook body falling on the ground with blood covering his neck as a Jimin stood there in a way I never could imagine.
The red eyes I could swear Iâve seen it before, the same one in my nightmares.
The same ones i dreamed were Jungkook, and the blood dancing on their lips.
All i could think was how much had i lost my mind to project such nightmare on Jungkook and Jimin, him out of every person i knew. The thought made me sick and i wish i could understand why that was happening to me, worried i might have actually gone insane.
By the moment I had collected my thoughts my head was spinning and I quickly got up, rushing to the bathroom to take my meds and throw some water on my face.
Everything that happened last night was a complete mess, what was supposed to be a fun night between friends was flipped insanely into another nightmare of mine.
All i could think now was Jungkook, what could have happen after i blank out last night. I stil couldnât understand how i got back home, what could have happen to my friend and who did that to him.
My hands were shaking as I searched for my phone it was still so early in the morning, the sun has bearly appear although you couldnât really tell as the dark gray skies covered Spring Villa in rain, after finding it I quickly called Jungkook to make sue he was okay but every time it went straight to voicemail.
Growing worried each time i spear no more time to leave my room running down the stairs without a single thou in my mind as I exit the house.
Not him.
I kept repeating that in my head.
I felt desperate, not even sure what I should do in that moment I just hoped in my bike and made my way to the only place i knew someone would be able to tell me what in the hell happened to Jungkook, his oldest friend mansion on the west of Spring Villa.
I have no idea where he could be right now and if someone knew what happened that night it has to be Hoseok and I hoped I could find them at their house, i didnt know who else to turn to right now and it only made my feel more helpless. My friend could be in danger and all i could do was find someone else to do something about it.
Tears were forming under my eyes the cold weather as usual was enough to make me shake under it, rushing through the empty streets a light rain began falling as if on quote Spring Villa was back to its grey days.
I passed a few police cars and an ambulance closer to were the bonfire happened last night, I couldnât help the immediate stop watching as they closed half the road with yellow tape. Just then a the sky roared in anger, a light thunder shined above us as if to say something.
A few people who watched closely to were I had stopped were gossiping about what I thought would never happen again in this shitty town, but under all of their usual comments and half ass words of comfort to the people around there was one that felt like a punch in my stomach blurring anything else they were saying was the phrase;
âThey found a body of a young man on the woodsâ
With a racing heart I rushed past them, repeating in my mind prayers - please not him.
After a long while I spotted the old mansion on the west hill, my legs were hurting from biking around so fast. My body cold from the rain, I couldnât think about anything else besides him. The possibility that someone so close to me turned out to be the monster in my dreams.
It never one occurred to me to go their house before, it was never something I felt comfortable with and Jungkook never invited me over. I never questioned it I wasnât the type to push someone about their lives, we build our friendship over our trust with each other . I knew who he was and he knew about me, we had that and it was enough.
But now after last night I felt desperate, he hasnât returned my calls and even though it was so early I had to make sure he was fine. Especially when the serial killer was back.
I quickly made my way towards the entrance nocking on the heavy wooden door, I waited before moving once again impatiently I felt my self grow even more worried.
Before I could nock a third time the door was open revealing a tall men with red hair and amber eyes, I stood there staring into his eyes fist still mid air In front of me embarrassing.
âyes?â he blurted, voice deep almost like a growl as he looked me up and down no expression on his face.
It didnât go unnoticed by me how he clearly was inspecting my presence there with judging eyes, then I realized he was still in his sleeping clothes feeling my embarrassment grow even more for waking him up so early with my sudden presence but i had a reason for coming here and despite everything else I held up the courage to speak up.
âis Jungkook here?â i questioned, trying my best not to let any of my insecurities shine through. Still feeling the awkwardness
âwhoâs asking?â he then asked, a bored look on his features. The awkwardness was stone cold.
I almost groaned out at his words, something bad mustâve happened to Jungkook and he was playing around as if everything was completely fine. My body was begging to grow hot with anger.
âIâm y/n, his friendâŚâ i rushed the words, feeling more impatient at his calmness. âis he here? Is he okay?â
Before he could say anything the door opened fully and to my relief it was Hoseok, just like the men with red hair he too was still in his sleeping clothes confused as he walked to me.
ây/n? what are you doing here so early?â he mumble, voice deeper then usual and a bit hoarse.
âIâm sorry itâs justâŚ. about last night when I saw Jungkook⌠he-â I couldnât even mutter the words without feeling a hole swallow me from my chest.
âhey itâs okay, Tae go back Iâll take care of herâ he spoke to the red haired man, making his way closer to me holding my shoulders carefully.
The red haired men looked at me before giving Hoseok a nod turning on his heels to go back inside, the door was shut closed leaving me out alone with Hoseok who seemed a bit more worried this time.
âHoseok what in the world happened last night?â
âIâll tell you come hereâ he pulled me towards the side but i stood there growing anxious, I canât wait any longer for an explanation. He looked into my eyes as if realizing exactly what i meant. âyou blackout in the woods last night.â
âyeah I know that but JungkookâŚâ I interrupt, nothing about me was important to me.
âhe took you homeâ he blurted
âhe did? ButâŚâ
âlisten y/n, we were having fun last night then you black out in the woods and Jungkook was searching for you everywhereâ he carry on explaining, and I couldnât believe it or i just didnt know what to believe in anymore. âwhen we found you he immediately brought you back home.â
âbut I sawâŚâ
âwhat?â
Was it all in my head then?
He had no reason to lie to me about such thing, still it didnt felt right what he was saying. I knew what I saw last ight, despite all the alcohol and my meds i knew i saw Jungkook being attacked by something or someone.
But if Jungkook was fine as Hoseok said then, all of this was just another illusion. What I saw last night wasnât real. I was falling into that miserable trap in my head, I couldnât help but feel completely lost as darkness fell upon my back.
Iâve been acting out of my mind this whole time without a care in the world, trespassing boundaries by coming here like a crazy woman asking for Jungkook to some of his friends when he was safe and sound.
âIâm so sorry Hoseok I justâŚ. I heard about a body found in the woodsâ I tell him âhe didnât answer my calls so I was worried something happened to him.â
I decided to tell him what made me worried enough to come all the way here, leaving out the fact that i was mentally unstable and had a nightmare with his friend so real i thought he was dead.
He gave me an apologetic smile.
âis okay⌠you were just worried about himâ he replied.
I watched as he looked at me with those eyes, the same ones everyone else did when they got a glimpse into my turbulent mind. I hated that more then anything and the fact he was now staring into my eyes with the same look mad me realize he might as well just be like everybody else, and I felt a crack in my heart.
âcan you tell him to call me then, please I need to talk to himâ I mumbled, looking down unable to meet his eyes.
âof course y/nâŚâ he gave me a small hug âyou should rest now is still pretty early in the morning, Iâll make sure he calls you as soon as I see him.â
âyes, im sorry Hoseok for showing up like thisâŚâ looking everywhere but his face, a need to run awa creeping into my mind.
âis okay, I understand where youâre coming from y/nâ he answered softly.
I didnt spear another look at his direction as i turned on my heels to leave. That was my walk of shame back home and I didnât know if i would ever be able to look into his face again without feeling completely embarrassed. I almost let it slip my worst nightmare, most people from Spring Villa already knew about my past and i didnt wanted to more people to find out about it. It burned almost, how much that part of me contributed to my own down fall but there was nothing i could do about it. I had tried everything I could and nothing ever seems to work. My mind has been playing games over me for so long, I shouldâve known it was all in my head before packing and going to their home.
I was worried for what I saw and all of it wasnât even real, just a coincidence.
I sighted looking at my own self in front of my small bathroom mirror, tired eyes and messy hair all over the place. I took a good look at my self feeling more pathetic the more i looked, i was tired. Physically and mentally.
It honestly took me so long to leave the bathroom, to get out of my head. This illusions ive been heaving ever since my brother left the world, this nightmares i thought were gone but now were back stronger then ever took everything i had.
I sat down in bed, the small container with meds in my hand. The rain continued to pour down outside, the darkness slowly rising more above in the skies just like my heart it was almost unbearable to tolerate all of this conscious, taking the meds in one gulp i waited for the effects to start and so on slowly my body began to drift into the deep sleep.
For once, let me sleep without a single dream in mind. No more nightmares.
But the pills stopped working a long time ago.
I walked a dark path of a long corridor, my stpes were muffled by a red carpet that fallowed the floors of the corridor.
I wasnt tired.
I wasnt running.
No one was coming to get me, my heart beat calmly on my chest and nothing happened.
I could see some lighter further ahead on the left and fallowed till im inside a big room, the enormous fireplace illuminated the room and from the fire i could make out two couches on each side and a small tea table between them.
My attention was focused on a painting above the fireplace which i could tell was the âThe fall of rabel angelsâ from Pieter Bruegel the Elder.
The sudden deep chuckle behind me makes me turn around quickly, fear rising up my chest but i see nothing. Taking steps slowly closer to the fireplace until I feel myself collide with someone, turning on my heels im meet with amber eyes and a re haired men.
The fire burned brighter behind him and in an abrupt movement he takes me by the neck, turning my self aaround so my back is against his body he holding my chin forcing me to look into his amber eyes as i watch them slowly fade into red crimson.
âdonât worry, this wont hurtâŚâ
Was all he mumbles into my face before showing his fangs, an almost demonic face staring into mine i could feel my whole body panicking colder then ever felt.
I could still hear his deep laugh as i lost consciousness, eyes feeling so heavy being forced to open as my body shakes in his arms. I was abruptly woken up cold sweat sliding down my neck making me feel even more uncomfortable, the loud noise of my phone ringing waking me up fully.
I took it not looking whoâs the caller.
âhello?â my voice was still muffled and raspy, throat dry.
ây/n? Are you okay?â jungkooks rushed voice said on the other side.
I felt my whole body immediately wake up at the sound of his voice. He was okay.
I didnt know what to say in that moment it felt unreal but i was so relieved to finally hear his voice, everything seemed to fall back to its place in that moment.
âIâm fine, i was so worried about youâŚ.â i tell him honestly âIâm so sorry i even went to your house.â
He chuckled and i cold almost picture his teasingly smiling.
âi know thatâŚ. Iâm flattered you care that much for meâ he said.
âhow could i not? You are my best friend.â
âI know. Sorry I made you worry that much, i wont do that again kitten.â
I looked at the clock on my nightstand as it marked half past nine, stomach rumbles in hunger. An entire day has gone already and invent had single bite of food.
âoh my was that an alien?â he said, a deep laughter coming from the other side of the line.
âyou heard that?â I exclaimed embarrassed, cheeks hitting up.
âhard not to, have you not feed the family of aliens in your stomach?â he playfully says, I could definitely picture the grin he had on his face as he said that.
âi will right nowâŚâ i groaned.
âyes do that, ill see you tomorrow at the grill?â
âyeah⌠text me the timeâ i tell him.
âwill do boss, bye.â
âbye, Jungkook.â
With that i hung up the call, feeling the smile grow on my face.
For as much as my nightmares and illusions bring the bitterness of me i could always count on Jungkook to change that, he was always able to filter out all of that darkness from my heart.
Hearing my stomach roar in hunger again iâd decide to finally commit to feeding it, feeling completely refreshed now knowing my best friend was fine and safe i made my way downstairs to get some food.
The sight i saw as I went downstairs was almost enough to make me regret it completely my decision and alsmot go back to my room, watching as my mother sat in the couch with one of her boyfriends drinking beer as theyâre watched a football match smoke do cigarettes filling the small tv room.
I felt like throwing up but I wouldnât let this be the end of my day, taking my purse i took the back door and decided to go have dinner at the one place i knew would be opened this late. The Grill.
The light rain hasnât stopped since it started today, deep in my heart I knew the air in Srping Villa had changed again. A feeling I was hoping I would never felt again ever since this small town was turned upside down, but all was gone.
My thoughts were in pieces and for at least the end of this night I just wanted to forget everything and enjoy a meal.
That was my only concern the moment I sat down in on of the tables close to the bar at the Grill, French fries in front of me and a cup with coffee. The only thing they would serve at this late night but o was grateful for it.
I was quietly eating my fries listening to the low voices around me, there were only a few people at the Grill tonight. Certainly the accident that happened last night did shaken some sense into peopleâs minds for once, a reminder that this place was not only a tourist attraction but it had its stories.
I dared to look up once I was almost finished eating my food, inmost chocking upon the scene a few tables away from mine on the corner.
There was the red haired men I meet earlier at Jungkooks house and Jimin, they seemed to be in a fun chat with two girls sitting between the two of them.
I could see how Jimin would push aside the hair of the girl beside him, clearly expressing flirtatious acts towards her.
It would take a genius to understand what was happening there, knowing it isnât made me feel any better too.
As they got up and walked to the exit I tired my best to hide my presence, not waning to make anything more difficult.
Watching as Jiminclosed one arm around the girls neck, as they left the Grill.
I still remember Hoseoks words at the bonfire last night, that couldnât be my minds doing. I knew he told me Jimin and Jungkook had something going on together and that was what made me even more uneasy.
If they do then why would Jimin be going out with that girl?
Why would he do such thing to Jungkook?
I immediately scensored myself, itâs none of my business I shouldnât be even thinking about such things.
But as his friend also, I should at least make sure Iâm no just jumping to wrong conclusions. I could be just misunderstanding what was happening.
Not daring much to overthink it I got up making my way to the exit, I was afraid I mightâve lose them by now but they were still close by. Walking a few feet behind them making sure to keep a good distance I fallowed as they walked around the night streets, so far nothing had happened.
Once I saw them take another turned I stoped - this is wrong, I shouldnât be fallowing them like this.
With a sight I turned back to leave but ended up crashing with someone else.
âIâm so sorryâŚ.â
I mumbled turning around before harshly being pulled back.
âHey!â I stare angrily at the girl who pulled me back.
The girls says nothing at first, she had grin on her face as she looks at me up and down. She didnât look like someone from around here and I sure never saw here in town before, the girl was taller then as she wore heels, a dress glued to her body and a jacket over it.
âWatch your tone little girl⌠youâre no match for meâ the girl says, taking a step closer to me till sheâs nearly a centimeter away.
The more I stared at her the more I stared to feel a dimly tingling sensation over my body, it was making me feel colder and uncomfortable. I could feel my brain screaming and gut in unison for me to run, that something didnât felt right. But I was paralyzed in that moment, I couldnât bring myself to speak or move.
âWell since your here⌠letâs make this the best of it, hum?â The girl pulled me by the wrist.
I try to pull away from her grip but I was suddenly struck by a painful feeling as she bite into my wrist, a loud groan comes out of my mouth as I feel her sharp teeth rip through my skin.
Her eyes where completely black as she stared at me, I try to fight her, to pull her back but it was impossible she was so much stronger.
In that moment all I could hear was my own heart pounding in my chest, my entire body was shivering and my legs were shaking. The pain burned through my entire arm.
It was so fast that I could nearly process the moment the girl was ripped off my arm, I fall to my knees breathing quickly as I look up to the red haired men I saw this morning holding her against the wall by the neck.
I looked the red hair in panic, but I couldnât tell who he was anymore. A chill spreads down my spine as his eyes were no longer the amber color I knew but red just like blood, in a second he bit into the girls neck and I watched in horror as blood splattered across the air, the girl groan out in pain and I looked away as the sounds of flesh being ripped off continued. No, this canât be real - i begged.
Itâs just another illusion of my mind, Iâm sure Iâm heaving another dream.
I could feel my whole body shake with my have breathing, heart racing faster by the seconds I was completely losing myself into panic.
Holding tighter to my burning arm, blood wetting the surface of my shirt and everything around it. The smell of it was getting stronger, something I knew but wasnât used to it.
It wasnât until I felt a grip into my shoulder that was able to move again.
âno!â i exclaimed, fearing it was red hair now ready to end me aswell but i felt myself slowly calming as im meet with Jimins worried expression.
âitâs okay y/nâŚ.â he murmured. âitâs me y/n.â
He helped me get back up on my feet, hands holding my shoulders he looked into my eyes.
âiâm so sorry for thisâ he said.
My eyes looked behind him were the red hair men stood, blood dripping down his lips as he smirked.
I didnât know what to say, my mind was blank in that moment I didnât know what was real.
âoh no⌠youâreâŚâJimin said between pauses looking down at my arm âhurtâŚâ
He sounded much lower and I notice the change in his eyes the moment he looked at me bloody arm, how hos brown eyes faded into red crimson pointy fangs showing.
âwhat happened here?!â
I blinked a couple times before looking up at the worried face of my best friend.
âJungkook?â I called breathless.
Upon Jungkooks voice I felt myself wake up fully, and with that came the realization of the situation.
I pushed Jimin away rushing towards Jungkook and almost falling over my own feet, feeling my body getting colder and vision blurring.
He quickly catches me and I let myself be immersed into his warmth.
Leaning away I searched for his eyes.
âwhat is happening kook?â I asked.
He sighted looking at the two men behind me.
âopsieâŚâ even without looking I could tell that wa the red haired men, his mocking deep voice.
âIâll explain everything y/n I just need to make sure youâreâŚâ he stopped, looking down between us to my arm.
I stared in panic as his eyes faded into bloody red eyes.
They were all the same.
âyouâre hurtâŚâ he said.
I feared I had lost myself completely in my insanity but this felt too real to be another illusion form my mind, too painful to be unreal.
The same as I saw in all my nightmares.
âJungkookâŚ. What are you?â
âŚ..
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I always wanted to get those giant AA guns to blow up at the same time. I managed it on this run!
Awwww yeahhhh, Six making her epic parkour sprint-bounce-jump off the statue, aiming for that window to the right. Will she make it???
Six: *believing in herself SO HARD right now*
Score! And also was immediately shot by that blue bolt coming at me from a camouflaged Elite. đ But I lived to run on through, avoiding that darn General Elite with the concussion rifle who will be running down that ramp at the back annnnny minute now, only to realize I outsmarted him!
HOLY MOLY, HE DOUBLED BACK THROUGH THAT DOOR AFTER ME! đą Seriously, I knew he was shooting at me but I was running for that green button to trigger the cutscene and get me the heck out of there, so I didn't look back. I had no idea he was THAT CLOSE. I don't honestly know how he missed me with that concussion rifle. If he would've lobbed a plasma grenade at me, it would've been Bye Bye Noble Six. đ Whew.
And we're now flying the friendly skies with Noble Six and her jetpack, on the way to hijack that Banshee. đ
Six: Hello, sir, would you like to have your Wraith hijacked today?"
Six: Of course you would! Heh.
Wow, Six is even better than I thought she was, she's looking at a blank wall while she's driving AND shooting the mortar bombs!
SIX IS TOTALLY NOT PANICKING RIGHT NOW, about to jump out of the Wraith and try to get past that Elite who's in between her and the sweet, sweet button of Ending This Level! It's a little hard to see but there's a line going diagonally from left to right across the Elite. I could hear somebody providing cover from the lab but didn't know who it was...
...until now when I could use the Theater camera to look. It was Carter, my beloved!
I'm contractually obligated to use this picture every time I say "Carter, my beloved." Sorry, I don't make the rules. đ¤ˇââď¸đđ
In a dramatic ending, Six leaps from the Wraith as the counter is ticking down, failure is imminent if she can't get to the button by the door. So she activates her sprint and... wait, she's wearing the jetpack. Oops.
This is called "Panicked Jetpacking" and was done Entirely On Purpose���
Six must go, her people need her...
Also, note the enemy Wraith mortar bomb coming at the lab. đą
Six remembers she has to go UNDER that opening to get to the button. It's not on the frickin' roof. đ Also note the Elite continuing to shoot at me. đđđ
It's hard to see but that's Carter waiting for me next to those sandbags! I'm doing the most awful, awkward jetpack spluttering hops up this ramp because I continued to forget I don't have sprint. IT WAS AN EMOTIONAL TIME, OKAY? đđ
YESSSS, the button that only I, Noble Six, can push! The level ends and I achieved the par score at last!
Achievement accomplished! Noble Six can put her jetpack down and get a good night's rest, now that she has Pushed The Button No One Else Can.
Annnnd yes, you might notice that I have over 1,200 hours on the MCC, now! đđđ¤ˇââď¸đ
And there you have it! đđđ
#halo#halo reach#halo: reach#this is my game tag#noble six#noble team#carter a259#carter my beloved#now with added screencaps!#i love the theater mode it's so much fun to go back and look around at things you don't have time to look at while you're playing#i had a lot of fun#i'm sorry the pics are dark#these are actually brightened quite a bit#this is a dark level unfortunately#and this was also brightened for the play#usually i have to have my night vision on to see anything at all but then remembered i could adjust the settings đ¤ˇââď¸#ageless aislynn
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SCRATCH || BANGCHAN
MINORS DNI!
pairing: idol!chan x female!reader
summary: thanks to chan's solo stage you finally made him yours.
warnings: blood (from scratches obv), handjob, spanking, petnames (baby, honey, angel, sweetheart) unprotected sex, cursing
author's note: from my previous breakdown post bc of chan got me in an inspired mood so i made a little somethin somethin. still what the fuck was he thinking. also, if you're a regular reader by any chance (ily) you might have noticed i write jealousy tropes, IDKK WHY THO SORRY
important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.
enjoy!
It isnât like youâre not supportive of your boyfriend. Youâve always been there for every idea, even if you thought that it wasnât the best one. The things you have to deal with him being an idol settled deep into your mind, already accepting the consequences that may come in the way. But itâs not like you would ever give up your relationship with Chan just because heâs doing risky things that you may not like.Â
To be honest, it kind of became an advantage for you.Â
You would watch him having fun on stage with the other members, sometimes splashing water at each other, making everyone in the crowd either cheer or laugh at their silly behavior. There were times when they got sentimental, wishing all the happiness for STAY and the members for the future. It made you emotional just in the same way as you would watch them through the TV in your shared apartment.Â
And then there were times where you couldnât help but squeeze your thighs together and wait for him.
âHad fun today?âÂ
The sarcastic tone caught Chanâs attention as heâs doing his everyday night routine, just as heâs finishing up his shaving session. He knows exactly why youâre talking and reacting to him this way, youâve been all fidgety with him since he got home from the first day of the tour, and when he stepped inside the apartment he saw you still sitting on the couch, not welcoming him in with the usual hug he gets.Â
Chan looks a little bit to the side so he can get a reflection of you changing in the room, the towel you used laying on the ground after taking a shower. Without him.Â
âOf course.Itâs always heartwarming to meet with STAYâs. And the kids were so hyped about getting solo stages too.â
Now that just boils your blood.Â
âOh, were they?â You keep your back facing him,not letting him see how frustrated you really are about the game heâs playing. âThey were doing an amazing job indeed.â You shut your eyes momentarily before putting on your velvet nightgown, and slowly walking towards the bathroom where your boyfriend is staying.Â
âYeah, I assume you saw mine too, right? Did you see the special makeup they did on me?â With pride he chuckles while putting away his shaving equipment, patting his dry as he picks up his toothbrush. His question should have a very easy and simple answer, yet here you are ready to give him a brainwash about not caring about your mental health. Cause what the hell was that? You canât even form the offensive words you want to say to him out of frustration, you could never say anything negative about his performances in general â but the way heâs talking about it, so full of himself, you canât help yourself. âI wonder who made all that.â It slips out, biting down on your lip softly to stop yourself from further embarrassment.Â
âIt mustâve been the makeup artist of course, but I couldâve done a better job if you ask me.â You step into the bathroom just as you finish your sentence, Chan unable to answer due to his mouth full with mint scented bubbles.Â
As you want to pass behind him, you swipe your delicate fingers on his defined back muscles, the photos of him painted in scratches for the performance fills your vision.Â
âMakeup was unnecessary,to be honest.âÂ
Thereâs something glinting in Chanâs eyes as a lopsided smile appears on his face, looking at you through the mirror placed above the bathroom counter. As the words leave your lips, he licks his plump lips slowly, putting away his toothbrush he just used. âIf I had asked you, would you do it?âÂ
The air stops suddenly in your throat,taking your eyes off of him as you busy yourself with something else infront of you. âWellâŚit doesnât matter now.âÂ
âOh it does, honey.â Chan says lowly, his voice suddenly closer as you want it to, and you know perfectly heâs only a step away from you. âIf I only knew my baby just wanted to help me out in my solo,â He snakes his arms around your waist slowly, his bare chest pressing into your clothed back as heâs standing behind you, whispering in your ear. âI couldâve used some help.â With that, he pressed a slow open mouth kiss on the side of your neck. his hands caressing the skin on your stomach.Â
âShould we recreate it and show it to my makeup artist?â
Chan whispers against your ear, biting down slightly on your earlobe as he makes eye contact with you through the mirror. You look already disheveled just from his touch, your nightgown scrunched slightly up as he kneads your stomach, one of his hands slowly inching up to your breasts. âWould you like that, baby?âÂ
âI didnât mean it like that, Chan â mhphmâŚâ A small moan leaves your lips as he pinches your nipple in his slender fingers, continuing to make out with your neck as you try and compose yourself.Â
âHow did you mean it then?â He grunts out as you push your backside on his crotch, his cock twitching already in his sleeping pants at the thought of you being jealous. âTell me.âÂ
âIâI justâŚâ You try to form words, keeping yourself together and not yet falling for his words but then Chan sneakily slides his other down towards your waiting heat, his finger immediately meeting with slickness between your pussy lips. He groans again, grinding into your ass to ease the pain from being so hard. âBaby, if you want to scratch my back that badly just say it.â Thereâs something hiding behind his words which makes you shut your eyes from the pleasure heâs causing, your hands flying on the counter for support. âI kind ofâŚwanted to..â Your breath hitches, cutting off your sentence when Chan flips your nightgown upwards to expose your wet pussy, your naked ass on display in front of him as he takes his hand away from your breast and caresses one of your cheeks. âYou wanted what? Do you need some help darling?â He grunts under his breath when he feels you clench around his fingers, plugging it in and out to take your breath away. You moan out when you feel his fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your back arch.Â
But Chan doesnât give in that easily.Â
You suddenly feel a stinging pain on one of your cheeks, moaning out shamelessly from the sensation he just caused with his hand. When you pick your head up you see Chan already looking at you through the mirror, lust filled eyes raking over your already fucked out face. âSay it baby.âÂ
You can feel his hand smoothing over the place he just spanked, the air in the bathroom so humid you can feel yourself getting sweaty again. His finger never stopped working inside you, with that spank almost knocking you over the edge.Â
When Chan doesnât see you changing your mind and finally answer him, he only clicks his tongue and tilts his head to the side. Without a second thought, he slaps your ass again, his finger circling around your clit rapidly when he hears your pornographic moans echoing in the bathroom.
âIâI wanted to mark you!âÂ
And there it is.Â
As you practically moan out the words, Chanâs finger is coated thickly with your cum as his words made you tip over the edge. Your whole body shaking in his arms as you come down your high slowly, trying to gather your thoughts and realizing what you just said.
When the words finally leave your mouth he canât help but smirk, the possessive side of you finally showing for the first time in your relationship. âAnd why is that honey?â Chan teases you, seeing your ears red from the sudden confession you just made.Â
âJust so everyone knows that youâre mine..â You mumble quietly, shame overcoming you as it paints your cheeks deep red.Â
Something snaps inside Chan. He canât help but groan out, his cock painfully hard against his pants as he turns you around and places his hands on your throat, slightly adding pressure on it. Before you know it, youâre pressed up against the wall, his lips already chasing yours.Â
âDo it baby.â He kisses you, his tongue sneaks through his lips to taste your lip balm you applied earlier he loves so much. âI want you to do your worst on me,â He whispers between kisses, his hand suddenly picking you up to put your legs around his waist. Your whole body welcomes him, your mouth opens as he slides his tongue inside once again, and your fingers landing into his freshly washed hair as he devours your lips. His hand scrunches up your gown once again before he presses his hardness into your slick core.Â
At the contact you moan out loudly, already wanting him inside you, to ease your pain that he caused.Â
âFeel that baby? Itâs all yours. Nobody else has that but you.âÂ
With a whine you throw your head on the wall, Chanâs lips continuing to leaves red splotches on your sensitive skin as he takes his hand and pushes down his boxers, hissing out the minute the air hits his precum covered cock, tip red from all the waiting and veins bulging with excitement.Â
He drags his wet tip over your puffy lips, spreading them open more to make room for himself when he circles around your clit. As he slides his length between your folds, you feel all emotions gather up inside you, the feeling too hazy as your vision becomes blurry from the need. âChannie,,please..âÂ
ââs okay baby,Iâll give it to you.â He chants when he finally pushes his tip inside you, groaning out from you uncontrollably clenching around his cock when he nearly settles halfway in. âYou have to relax,angel. You make it impossible for me toââ
âChan â Iâm so sorry, Iââ He hears you gasp out, your body all tensed up, your eyes wide open as you look into the mirror across you. He looks swiftly behind him to see your naked bodies melted into one, and then it catches his eye.Â
With one thrust he settles fully inside you, moaning from how incredibly tight you are around his length, keeping himself back to not buckle into you rapidly. He puts his hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes and not on his blood covered back. âI asked you to do this, right?â With a softened gaze, he makes sure you understand what heâs saying, not taking his eyes off of you until he sees your lust filled expression again instead of worry ones. âRight baby?â
âY-yes..â You gulp when you see your fingers slightly covered in red around his neck. âBut I didnât want to-â
âItâs fucking hot.â He hisses, his voice whinier than usual as he puts his forehead on your chest, his hips starting to move. âYou did such a great job sweetheart.â He pulls completely out before thrusting into you again, this time harsher as he hears your cries next to his ears.Â
When you take another look in the mirror, you see what you just caused. The moment you felt his cock hitting you so deeply you couldn't help but deepen your nails into his skin on his broad back, now covered with blood here and there. It softly dribbles down his defined muscles, and Chan is right. It is fucking hot.Â
So you clench around him again when you feel his fingers circling around your clit, his cock hitting the perfect spot as he moans out your name. âDo it again.â He demands, his hand flying on the wall next to your head to thrust up harder into you, making you roll your eyes. As you see Chan so deeply in emotions you scratch his back again, now only deep redness showing on his pale skin.Â
The pain on his skin makes him inch closer to his release. The jerks of his hips, slamming against your hips are quickening, becoming more erratic, intense and desperate. You cry out his name nonstop, feeling him twitching inside you.Â
âGive it to me.â Heâs breathless as he chants into the side of your neck. âI need you to come around my cock baby.âÂ
His demand tips you over the edge again, moaning out his name as you feel him curl against you, his shoulders on display for you to see what you painted on his back. His grunts are vibrating through your body, the pain melting into pleasure as he paints your insides with his thick cum, feeling so full of him, feeling him everywhere. Chan bites down softly on your skin,kissing the pain away quickly as you both come down from this high.Â
You are his. He made sure a long time ago, but now, you made sure he was yours too as you watch the crimson red blood slowly sliding down his back, gathering it on your fingers.
âIt took a solo stage for you to claim me as yours?â Chan asks when he softly puts you down on the bathroom counter, a bright smile painting his face once again.
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Desire
âAnything you want, baby,â he murmurs, his voice strained with desire. âIâll give you anything you want.â
Pairing: Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x fem! Reader
Genre: Friends to lovers, romantic smut
Word count: 4.9k
Summary: Your feelings for Jake resurface after you tried to push them away, leading to an extremely intimate night with your best friend.
a/n: I really hope there's still an audience for Top Gun Maverick smut because I really loved writing for Hangman and Rooster. Also, Iâm currently working on the requests in my inbox but as always feel free to send any my way! I hope you enjoy <3
You're best friends with Jake, in fact you're the only one who he doesn't seem to have an attitude with. Working at The Hard Deck allows you to see him even more frequently, which you truly enjoy.
You know not to get too attached to him, you know how he is with women, you know that given the chance he would simply fuck you and leave your life forever. So of course youâve entirely given up on the chance of ever being anything more than just his friend, his best friend.
The doors swing open with Mav and his team bounding in, he greets Penny, glancing over at you as you lean over a table obviously lost in thought.
âWhat are all of you doing here? Iâm not even open yet,â she starts to scold but Maverick brushes her comment off.
âI thought you could make an exception for us,â he shoots her a sly grin and she rolls her eyes. Hangman gives you a gentle pat on the back as he passes you, saying a soft hello.
Phoenix chuckles as she stands in front of you, âHey Y/N,â you groan in response.
âHey, bagman.â Phoenix addresses the blond who's standing at the pool table, âWhat's up with Y/N?â Hangman turns toward Phoenix and raises an eyebrow in response to her question. He didn't seem particularly interested in the conversation, but his attention was piqued nonetheless.
"Hm? Oh, Y/N? What about her?" he said, leaning against the pool table with a nonchalant tone.
âI mean, just look at her. She looks like she's got something on her mind.â she says, nodding in your direction. Their gazes fall on you, watching as you wipe the same place over and over. He approaches you with a frown on his face, clearly noticing your distracted state.
He stands in front of you, his arms folded across his chest, and observes you silently. "You look like you're in another world, sweetheart," he finally says in a low voice, tilting his head to get a better look at your face.
You glance up at him, letting out a soft sigh. âYeah, something like that.â you mutter.
âWell, don't just say that and not give me the details.â he raises an eyebrow, watching the way you look away. Something was definitely on your mind, he could tell by the look on your face alone. He knew you all too well, and your usual mood was certainly not this solemn.
He leaned down a bit, making sure he was in your field of vision again, his arms still crossing his chest. âCome on, you can tell me. What's going on?â he prodded, a hint of concern in his voice.
âItâs nothing,â your expression softens as you toss the rag into the red bucket under the counter.
âOh, really now?â he says with a doubtful tone. He knew you were lying straight to his face, you were usually a pretty terrible liar. He leans against the counter a little bit, keeping his eyes on you. âI know thereâs something going on in that pretty little head of yours. So spill it.â He spoke in a firm tone, trying to get you to open up to him.
âIt's just,â you purse your lips as you choose your words carefully, making sure he doesnt find out you're talking about him. âJust some guy, has me distracted.â
âA guy?â he says, narrowing his eyes at you. There was something off about the way you spoke, like you were intentionally being vague. But his curiosity quickly shifted into jealousy as you mentioned you were distracted by another guy.
His arms tensed across his chest as he leaned a little closer towards you. âWho is this guy? Is he bothering you?â he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He didnât like the idea of someone else capturing your attention, let alone making you distracted.
âDonât worry your pretty head over it.â you tease him, your mood becoming a bit more lighthearted.
He rolled his eyes at your teasing, a small hint of a smile appearing on his face. But he was still determined to figure out who this other guy was, who was taking your attention away from him.
He pushed off the counter, moving to stand in front of you so that you were now face to face. âCome on, spill it. Who is this guy?â he said, a hint of insistence in his voice.
âI donât want to make you jealous.â There was a hint of a smirk on his face as you mentioned making him jealous. He knew you were teasing him, but his competitive nature couldnât resist the challenge.
âOh, you think Iâd get jealous?â he said, a hint of mock arrogance in his tone. âI donât get jealous, sweetheart.â you think for a second, realizing that maybe getting advice from the man who's bothering you so much, might actually be your best option.
âFine,â you pull yourself up on the counter, sitting on the edge in front of him. âHeâs an ass sometimes, all he cares about is getting laid so I know I need to stay away. But.. I just canât stop thinking about him.â you sigh.
Hangman looks a bit surprised by your admission, he wasnât expecting you to be so blunt about the situation. He wants to tell you to forget about the guy and focus your attention on him instead, but he knows he doesnât have any claim over you.
He leans against the counter next to you, his arms resting across his chest once again. âSounds like a player, why bother with him?â he asks, trying to sound indifferent.
âI don't know, itâs just that he's always on my mind.â you lean back on your palms, âI guess that's why Iâm so distracted today.â He can see the hint of frustration and confusion in your expression, it was clearly bothering you that this guy was constantly invading your thoughts.
Heâs silent for a moment, his mind racing with different thoughts and feelings. But eventually he speaks, his voice low and firm. âYou can do so much better than some player,â he says with a slight scoff, âYou donât need a guy like him in your life.â
Your eyes wander across his face as you sigh, âI know..â your voice trails off. He looks down at you, noticing the way your eyes are wandering across his face. He can see the hint of disappointment in your expression, as you admit that you know you can do better.
He steps a bit closer to you, his eyes never leaving your face. âSo why bother with him then? Why waste your time and energy thinking about a guy who doesnât deserve you?"
âI should get back to work.â you smile softly at him, hiding the frustration at his admission. He didnât want you to go, he wasnât ready to let the conversation end just yet. The way you smiled softly at him, a hint of frustration in your eyes, made him want to keep talking to you and find out more.
But he knew you had a job to do, and he didnât want to come off as needy or overbearing. He nods in response to your statement, forcing a small smile back.
âY/N,â Penny smiles warmly at you, âHow about you call it a day?â she presses her hand to your back.
âAre you sure?â you question her, she simply nods at you. You find your way over to the pool table watching the pilots play.
The pilots are in the middle of a game of pool, laughing and teasing each other as they take turns shooting. Hangman in particular is clearly enjoying himself, relishing in the competitive atmosphere. He knows he's good at pool, and he's not afraid to show it.
Heâs the first to notice your approach, and his demeanor changes slightly. He glances at you, a hint of a cocky smile on his face. âFinished working already?â he teases, his eyes watching you intently.
âYeah, but my ride won't be here for a couple more hours.â you bite down on your bottom lip, gazing at him.
He steps even closer to you, his gaze unwavering. âIf you don't want to keep waiting, I can drive you home.â his voice lowered as he stares down at you.
âActually that sounds like a great idea,â you smile up at him, thankful you wonât have to stay any later.
He can't help but feel satisfied that you agreed so easily to his offer, pleased that he'll have more time alone with you. He grins back at you, his arms still crossed in front of his chest.
"Alright then, let's get going." he says, jerking his head towards the exit. He places a hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the doors. You wave goodbye to Penny and Mav who are deep in a conversation.
âDo you maybe have time to watch a movie with me?â you fiddle with your fingers, âI mean, it's been a while since we've hung out just the two of us.â
He listens to your question, his mind racing with different thoughts, but he quickly shoves them down. He would do anything to spend more time with you. He pretends to act a bit indifferent, but his voice betrays him as he replies.
"Sure, we can watch a movie." he shrugs, trying not to seem too eager. "Got one in mind?" you reach for the handle of his passenger side door.
âHm, we could watch anything. I just want to be with you,â you admit carelessly while getting into the car.
He canât help but feel a flutter in his chest at your admission, his heart races a little bit faster as he watches you get into the car. He quickly gets into the driverâs seat, trying to act like your words donât affect him.
âAnything, huh?â he teases, glancing over at you quickly as he starts the car. âEven a cheesy romance movie?â he smirks, knowing how much you love them.
You gasp in response, âObviously, you *know* they're my favorite.â his mind goes back to the discussion you had earlier as you smile at him.
He lets out a soft chuckle at your response, âOf course I do, I canât forget your obsession with them.â he teases, his eyes staying focused on the road as he drives. But his mind starts to wander again, thinking about your earlier confession.
As his mood shifts slightly, he glances over at you with a hint of a frown on his face. âSo, uh, this guy you were talking about,â he says, breaking the silence in the car. âHow⌠how serious are you about him?â
âHm?â your eyebrows furrow softly. His grip on the steering wheel tightens ever so slightly at your reaction, his eyes staring straight ahead as he continues to drive.
He canât help the pang of jealousy that runs through him, he glances over at you, his face trying to maintain a nonchalant expression. âI just mean, you said you didnât want to get in trouble with a guy.â he says, his tone guarded.
âI donât know.â you sigh looking out the window.
His heart does a backflip at your words, he tries to maintain a neutral expression, but he canât help the small smirk that appears on his face. âSo, youâre single, huh?â he teases, a hint of hope in his voice.
âMhm, why do you ask?â you question him. He continues to drive, keeping his eyes focused on the road as he answers your question.
âJust wondering,â he replies casually, trying to feign indifference. But he canât help the nervous energy thatâs building inside of him. He glances over at you, his gaze raking over your face thoughtfully. âYou know, Iâve been single for a while too,â he adds, an underlying hint in his voice.
âYouâre always single,â you retort, âyou prefer hook-ups over relationships, right?â you tease him.
He lets out an annoyed huff, not expecting you to tease him like that. His face flushes slightly as he remembers all the past hookups heâs bragged about to you, in an attempt to make you jealous. âHey,â he says with false annoyance in his voice, âI can be in a relationship if I wanted to.â
âAnd would you want to?â you question as he pulls into the parking lot of your building.
He parks the car, his heart racing slightly at your question. He turns to look at you, hesitating for a moment. The thought of being in a relationship, with you, was something heâd fantasized about for a while. But heâs also a coward, terrified of being vulnerable and getting hurt.
He takes a deep breath, trying to maintain a casual composure. âMaybe, if it was the right person.â he finally responds, his eyes searching your face for a reaction. You nod in response, slightly disappointed with his answer.
âWhoâs your right person?â your voice is quiet. Heâs taken aback by your question, the subtle disappointment in your voice stabbing at his heart. He glances down, his mind racing with different thoughts and emotions.
He takes a deep breath, his eyes shifting back up to meet yours. His heart pounds even faster as he musters up the courage to answer you. âWell.. I think you already know.â your eyes widen at his implication, feeling his hand moving to cup your cheek.
He can see the surprise in your eyes as he cups your cheek gently, his thumb stroking your skin softly. His heart is racing as he looks down at you, his eyes searching your expression for a reaction.
He takes a deep breath, gathering the courage to speak. âDo you⌠do you feel the same way?â he asks, his voice soft and nervous.
âJake.. I.â your heart races as your words get stuck in your throat. His chest clenches as you struggle to speak, his stomach in knots as he waits for your response. His hand is still gently caressing your cheek, his eyes never leaving your face.
He swallows hard, trying to maintain his composure. âPlease, just tell me. I need to know.â he says, his voice quiet but firm. Finding yourself speechless, you respond by pressing your lips to his.
Heâs taken by surprise by your action, his eyes widening for a split second before he responds to your kiss. A wave of relief and happiness washes over him as he feels your lips against his, his heart racing with excitement and disbelief as he realizes the asshole you were talking about earlier just so happens to be him.
He moans softly against your mouth, his hand moving to the back of your head, his fingers burying into your hair as he kisses you back, passionately and hungrily. You lean closer to him, your hands cupping his cheeks as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
He deepens the kiss, his tongue twirling with yours. He canât believe this is actually happening, that you feel the same way he does.
He pulls you closer, his hands gripping your hips and guiding you onto his lap. He moans against your lips, his hands roaming down your sides, his touch both gentle and desperate at the same time.
âJake,â you whisper against his lips, feeling his bulge pressed against your heat. He shudders hearing his name leaving your lips, his eyes darkening with desire for you. He canât help but moan softly as he feels your body pressed against his, his hips instinctively bucking up slightly in response.
He pulls you even closer, his hands gripping your thighs, his lips trailing down your neck. âSweetheart,â he breathes, âI want you so damn bad.â you moan quietly, leaning into his touch.
âWe need to go inside,â your voice and gaze are filled with desire. His heart races at your moan, his body aching with need for you. He nods in agreement, his eyes filled with the same desire.
âYouâre right, we should go.â he mutters, his hands roaming over your hips, unable to keep himself from touching you.
He lifts you off his lap, opening the car door and practically dragging you out with him. He shuts the door behind you before pulling you towards the buildingâs entrance, his eyes filled with impatience and lust.
He presses you against the wall of the elevator, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of exposed skin. His lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses in their wake.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted to do this.â he mutters against your skin, his voice thick with desire. He kisses and nips at your neck, unable to get enough of you, your soft moans fill the cramped space.
He canât help but smirk to himself as he hears your moans, his heart racing as he realizes heâs the one making you feel this way. He feels a surge of pride and satisfaction knowing heâs the one who has your heart racing and your body yearning.
âJake, fuck, youâre driving me crazy.â The ding of the elevator pulls you both out of your trance as the doors open, revealing the empty hallway. He grabs your hand, practically dragging you towards your apartment.
You fumble with the doorknob as you unlock it, feeling his desperate hands around your waist.
He can't keep his hands off you, his fingers tracing the exposed skin of your waist as you fiddle with the keys. Impatience floods him, his desire growing with every second.
He presses himself against you from behind, his lips finding your neck once again. "Hurry up," he mutters against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. "I need you, right now."
You pull the door open, smirking at his impatience. He traps you between his arms, your back pressed against the closed door, his body pressed firmly against yours. He gazes down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and possessiveness.
âYou have no idea what you do to me,â he mutters, his voice hoarse and low. He leans down and captures your lips in a fierce and passionate kiss, his body desperate to get closer to you.
You press against him, your palms against his lower abs, as you lead him to your bedroom blindly. He follows your lead through the apartment, his lips never leaving yours. His body is on fire, the feeling of your hands on his abs driving him wild.
He pushes you against the doorframe of your bedroom, his body pinning you to it as he continues to kiss you deeply and hungrily. He can't get enough of your mouth, his tongue tasting every inch of it. He slips his knee between your thighs, pressing into your sensitive pussy. You moan into his mouth, your eyebrows scrunching in pleasure.
His knee presses against your sensitive core, his tongue exploring your mouth greedily. He can hear your moans, your breath hitching as he presses into you. He feels a surge of satisfaction as he knows heâs the one who makes you feel this way.
He nips at your bottom lip, his hands roaming down your sides, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. âYou like that, sweetheart?â he mutters, his voice low and hoarse. âYou want more?â
âPlease,â you grasp onto his sides, moaning desperately, âI need more please.â
He can hear the desperation in your voice, your fingers gripping his sides. His heart aches at your plea, his body responding instantly to your need.
He moans against your mouth in response, his hands roaming down to your thighs. In one swift motion, he lifts you up with ease, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carries you into your bedroom.
He gently but firmly presses you against the plush comforter of your bed, his eyes devouring every inch of your body. The room is bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows across your flushed cheeks and the passionate hunger in his gaze. You can feel the heat emanating from his body, and it sends shivers down your spine.
With a low growl, he starts to peel away the layers of fabric that separate his skin from yours. His rough hands glide over your smooth flesh, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Each piece of clothing that falls away reveals more of your beauty to him, and he can't help but moan in appreciation. His eyes are locked onto yours, watching the way your pupils dilate with every touch, every kiss.
He nips at your earlobe before tracing the line of your jaw with his teeth, making you squirm under him. His hands are everywhere, exploring the curves of your body, learning every dip and peak that makes you gasp. His kisses become more fervent, his teeth grazing your neck as he sucks soft hickeys into your skin. You can feel the pressure build, the promise of bruises that will be a secret between the two of you.
Your breath comes in pants as he kisses down your chest, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipples. You arch your back, pushing your breasts closer to his eager mouth, your hands tangling into his hair. He groans, the vibration of his pleasure echoing through your body, making your core clench with need. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and you can't help but bite down on your lip to stifle the moan that threatens to escape.
His mouth continues to travel downward, leaving a trail of hot kisses down your stomach. His eyes never leave yours, the hunger in them growing with every inch closer he gets to your wet pussy. You can feel your heart pounding against your ribs, the anticipation of his touch making your skin tingle with excitement.
With surprising gentleness, he spreads your legs apart, his gaze lingering on the wetness that's already gathered there. He groans, his own arousal evident in the tightness of his pants. He leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive skin, and you can't help but moan out his name as he kisses the inside of your thigh.
The first suck is gentle, but firm, and you feel your pussy clench in response. He starts to suck dark hickeys along the sensitive skin, each one a little harder and closer to your center. Your hands tighten in his hair as he works his way closer to your core, the pleasure building with every mark he leaves.
âMore, Jake, please!â you beg him, your voice desperate and needy. He chuckles against your skin, his tongue flicking against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Your back arches as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking hard. You moan loudly, the sound bouncing off the walls of your small apartment.
He inserts one finger inside you, feeling the slickness of your arousal. You gasp as he starts to pump in and out, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, teasing and taunting it. His eyes watch yours as he reads every reaction, making sure to hit all the right spots.
You're close, so close, but he knows you can take more. He adds another finger, stretching you just right, the friction making your toes curl. Your eyes roll back into your head as he starts to pump faster, his mouth never leaving your clit. He feels you tighten around his fingers, the warmth of your orgasm approaching.
He keeps his rhythm steady, not letting up even when your moans turn into whimpers of pleasure. You're so close, your body begging for release. His eyes never leave you, the intensity of the moment causing your chest to heave with every ragged breath. And then it hits you, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave.
You scream his name, your body convulsing with pleasure. He keeps his mouth on you, drinking in your release, savoring the taste of your arousal. As the waves subside, he kisses up your body, his hands still holding you in place.
"You taste so good," he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with satisfaction. He can feel your legs shaking as his own need for you grows with every second. He strips off his own clothes, his eyes never leaving yours, and then he's on top of you, his body pressing you into the mattress.
He positions himself at your entrance, his cock aching to be inside you. He looks into your eyes, searching for permission, and you nod eagerly. He takes a deep breath, then gently pushes in, feeling your warmth envelop him. You gasp as he stretches you, his eyes never leaving yours, watching for any signs of pain or discomfort.
As heâs fully sheathed in your wetness, he holds still for a moment, savoring the feeling of being connected to you so intimately. He starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, torturous rhythm. Each time he thrusts into you, your eyes widen and a moan escapes your lips. He loves the way you react to him, the way your body moves with his.
He keeps his movements gentle, not wanting to overwhelm you, despite his own desperate need to claim you completely. His hands are everywhere, stroking your skin, feeling your curves, as he kisses along your jawline. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your legs tightening around his waist.
Your thighs squeeze around him, your heels digging into his back as he continues to thrust into you, deeper and deeper. His movements become more urgent as he feels your body tightening around him, the walls of your pussy clenching down on his cock. You moan his name, urging him to go faster, harder, and he responds eagerly, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm.
You can feel yourself on the edge of another orgasm, your breaths coming in short gasps. Hangmanâs eyes are locked on yours, watching the pleasure build in your gaze, feeling the power he has over your body. He canât believe how beautiful you look, your face contorted in ecstasy, your eyes glazed over with lust.
Your body begins to spasm around him, your pussy clenching down hard. He groans, his hips stuttering as he feels you start to cum. The sensation is overwhelming, your muscles tightening around his cock like a vice, sending waves of pleasure through his body.
With a sudden jolt, he pulls out of you, unable to hold back any longer, his cock spurting cum onto your stomach with a loud groan. His eyes never leave your body, watching as your orgasm takes over, your pussy pulsing and gripping at nothing.
He's left breathless, his chest heaving as he looks down at you, his expression one of awe and satisfaction. He leans down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, before his eyes drift down to the mess he's made of you.
He watches as your eyes flutter shut, your body trembling with the pleasure heâs given you. He canât help but feel a sense of pride and satisfaction at the sight of your beautiful, sated body.
âSweetheart,â he murmurs, his voice rough with desire and exhaustion. His eyes rake over your form, taking in every curve and plane, every mark heâs left behind.
âYouâre so goddamn beautiful,â he mutters, his fingers tracing the lines of his bites and hickeys on your skin.
âNow let's get you cleaned up, hm?â He lifts you up, wrapping his strong arms around you, and carries you to the bathroom. He turns on the shower, letting the water run until it warms up, before placing you gently under the spray.
He steps in after you, his body pressing against yours as he begins to lather your body with soap, his hands moving over your skin gently but possessively. You exhale contentedly as you press into his chest, relaxing in his embrace.
He holds you close, his arms encircling you, as the water cascades over your bodies. His hands run over your body, washing away the sweat and evidence of your passionate encounter. Jake nuzzles his face in your hair, inhaling your scent, a sense of peace washing over him. He murmurs sweet nothings in your ear, his voice low and soothing.
âYouâre not just fucking around with me are you?â your voice is uneasy as your stomach twists with anxiety. He freezes, taken aback by your vulnerable question. He can hear the anxiety in your voice, and it pierces his heart.
He pulls away slightly, turning your body to face his, cupping your face gently in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. His eyes are intense but filled with understanding.
âNo. No, sweetheart, Iâm not just âfucking around with youâ.â His voice is firm but tender. âWhat we did tonight, it meant something to me. I wouldnât have done it otherwise. You mean way too much to me.â your eyes soften as his gaze into yours with sincerity.
âGood, because Iâve never wanted anything more in my life.â you bite down on your lip. He feels a rush of tenderness and protectiveness wash over him as he hears your sincere words. He pulls you closer, your wet bodies pressed against each other, his arms encircling you in a firm embrace.
âYou have no idea how much that means to me,â he mutters against your hair, his voice filled with a mixture of vulnerability and possessiveness. âYouâre all I want too, sweetheart. You have no idea how much I need you.â
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Gala Buddies
Sam Manson glares out across the sea of the rich, snobby âelite.â The people mingling with one another, all fake smiles and false niceties slipping from their lips easily. Every face a mask they put on to hide their true selves from the view of the public. They made Sam sick. She hated Galas, particularly the ones that took her away from Amity.
So of course, her parents had insisted that they simply must attend the gala in Gotham being held by none other than Bruce Wayne. They couldnât miss out on the opportunity to see their old pal again.
Though Sam thought it was more like they wanted to suck up to the man for some business venture.
Or try to set her up with one of his sons again.
At least she got to see Gothamâs architecture. That was a positive, she concluded. Sheâd get some cool photos out of the trip to show Danny and Tucker back home. And maybe sheâd get to see one of Gothamâs infamous vigilantes up close, she could try to learn anything from gauging the way they handled themselves that might be useful for Danny.
Sam ďżźreadjusted her stance, the fabric of the obnoxiously pink dress making her legs itch uncomfortably. Her mother had gone through her luggage before they left when Sam hadnât been looking and slipped in the monstrosity she was currently wearing, and removing the dresses she had selected for this torturous night. She was becoming moodier, and âcrabbierâ as Tucker and Danny might have put it, by the second.
Maybe she could âaccidentallyâ trip into the chocolate fountain and ruin the dress. At least then sheâd be getting some form of retribution for being forced into the frilly cocoon of humiliation. And itâs not like her parents would be able to scold her too much in front of all the other rich schmuks attending the party. As Sam was eyeing the chocolate fountain she noticed in her peripheral vision a person approaching her.
âNot in a party mood I take it?â Asked whoever had walked up to her.
Sam turned to examine the guy in front of her. He looked to be roughly her age, dark skin and a fancy suit that he looked uncomfortable in. A nervous energy permitted off of him, Sam guessed he wasnât used to these sorts of events and was unashamedly out of his depth.
âNah, not particularly,â Sam offered with a shrug, âyou seem like you want to be here as much as I do.â
âAh yeah,â the guy rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly, âIâm kinda only here because my brother didnât want to be here alone and most of our other siblings were unavailable aside from my sister and I. But now heâs off talking to a friend of his that happened to be here, and my sisterâs disappeared to who knows where.â
âThatâs rough buddy,â Sam offers him a sympathetic smile.
The guy snorts before asking, âdid you just quote Zuko?â And Sam grins. He holds out his hand to her, âDuke Thomas.â
Sam shakes his hand, âSam Manson. Nice to meet you, Duke.â
Duke visibly appears to relax a little and the air of nervousness around his somewhat dissipates. He shifts of his feet for a moment before deciding on something. âSo,â he starts, âif you werenât stuck here what you normally be doing with your time?â
âProbably playing Doom with my two best friends back home,â Sam doesnât mention anything about the ghosts. She hopes Danny and Tucker are alright in their own.
âOh cool,â Duke smiles and Sam would be lying if she said sheâd never seen someone so perfectly embody literal sunshine like he did. âI usually play videos games with my siblings. Mario Kart can get super competitive though.â
Sam raised an eyebrow at that, intrigued. âHow competitive?â
Duke grimaces slightly but looks amused at the same time, âwell, tables have been flipped and expensive things broken. And everyone lost Alfredâs cookieďżź privileges for a week.â He ground out that last part as though it physically pained him.
âDamn. They must be some good cookies if youâre that bummed about it.â
âYour have no idea. Alfredâs cookies are the best thing in the world. Fights have broken out over them.â
âYour family sound insane,â Sam chuckles and quickly adds, âin a good way.â
Duke grins at her, âyeah theyâre kinda crazy sometimes, but theyâre great. Really. I donât know what Iâd do without them.â
âIt must be nice, having siblings like that.â
âDo you have any siblings?â
âNah,â Sam shakes her head, âonly child.â
Before either of them know or Sam and Duke have been talking for nearly the entire gala. They remained glued to one another chatting even as one or both of them wanted to grab something to eat from the buffet table. Their interactions didnât go unnoticed by Bruce and the others.
Sam couldnât remember the last time she had such a normal and fun conversation with someone other than Danny or Tucker.
The end of the night came too soon, Sam felt. Things were winding down and people were bidding others farewell. She could see her parents speaking with Bruce Wayne, possibly thanking him for a wonderful night.
âLooks like Iâll probably be leaving soon,â Sam deflated a little.
Duke pondered something for a moment but seemed to reach a decision quickly. He pulled out his phone and offered it to Sam, âhere, give me your number. We can keep talking later. If you want that is.â
And Sam couldnât find any reason to say no, especially when Duke was smiling like that. âSure,â he took the phone from his hand and added her number into his contacts. She pulled out her own phone and handed it to him to add his number in too.
âWell then,â Duke fighters with the end of his suit jacket.
âSammikins!â Pamela Manson called out, âitâs time to go sweetie.â
âIâll talk to you late?â Duke asked with a smile.
âYeah,â Sam smiled back, âtalk to you later Duke.â
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Day 6: Cheating Sex
Danielle x Male Reader
Day 6 Kinkvember
OC Reader
Tonight, I was meeting my best friend, Danielle, or Dani as we called her, at our favorite wine bar. As I stepped into the cozy atmosphere of the bar, I spotted Dani sitting at our usual table, her long chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders.
She looked up as I approached, her emerald eyes sparkling with warmth. "Hey, Jake" she said, her voice a soft melody. "You're right on time."
I smiled and sat down across from her. "Wouldn't miss it for the world," I replied, signaling the waiter for a bottle of our favorite Pinot Noir. As we clinked glasses, Dani's eyes never left mine. "To us," she said, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.
The wine flowed smoothly, and so did our conversation. Dani talked about her latest art project, her hands gesturing passionately as she described her vision. I listened intently, her enthusiasm infectious. However, as the night wore on, the conversation took a more intimate turn.
"You know, Jake," Dani said, her voice dropping to a low purr, "sometimes I wonder what it would be like if we were more than just friends."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh, really? And what makes you think about that?"
She leaned in, her breath warm against my ear. "Because sometimes, when you look at me, I see something more in your eyes. A hunger."
I chuckled, taking a sip of my wine. "You're playing with fire, Dani. We both know you have a boyfriend."
She shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. "So? A girl can have a little fun, can't she?"
The air between us was charged with tension. Dani's hand reached out, lightly tracing the back of my hand. "I think we should explore this, Jake. Just once. What do you say?"
I looked at her, her eyes pleading, her lips parted slightly. I couldn't deny the pull I felt towards her. "Alright, Dani. Let's explore this."
Later that night, we found ourselves in my apartment. The mood was electric, the anticipation palpable. Dani stood in the middle of my living room, her eyes locked onto mine. "What do you want to do, Jake?" she whispered.
I stepped closer, my voice low and commanding. "I want to see you, Dani. All of you."
She bit her lip, a shiver running down her spine. "And what if I say no?"
I smirked, my hands reaching for the hem of her dress. "You won't."
Slowly, I lifted her dress, revealing her smooth, toned legs. My hands explored her thighs, her body responding to my touch. "You're so beautiful, Dani," I murmured, my hands moving up to her hips.
She moaned softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "Jake... I've never done anything like this before."
I smiled, my fingers moving to the zipper of her dress. "Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while."
The dress slid off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. Dani stood before me in a black lace bra and thong, her body a symphony of curves. I reached out, cupping her breasts, my thumbs brushing against her nipples. She gasped, her body arching into my touch.
"You like that, don't you?" I growled, my voice laced with desire.
She nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes... yes, I do."
I guided her to the bedroom, my mouth finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths. I could taste the wine on her lips, sweet and intoxicating.
Dani's hands fumbled with my shirt, pulling it off. I kicked off my shoes and pants, standing before her in just my boxers. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of me, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
I led her to the bed, pushing her gently onto her back. I began to kiss her, starting at her neck, working my way down to her collarbone, her shoulders, her chest. My mouth found her nipple, sucking and nibbling through the lace of her bra.
Dani moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Jake... that feels so good."
I smiled against her skin, my hand moving to her other breast, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her body writhed beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps.
I moved lower, my mouth finding the delicate skin of her stomach. My fingers hooked into the waistband of her thong, pulling it down slowly. Dani lifted her hips, helping me remove the last piece of clothing between us.
I settled between her legs, my mouth finding her pussy. She was already wet, her arousal coating my lips as I licked and sucked her clit. Dani's hips bucked, her hands gripping the sheets.
"Oh, God, Jake..." she moaned, her voice laced with pleasure. "That feels so good."
I continued to lavish attention on her clit, my fingers exploring her wetness. She was tight, her muscles clenching around my fingers as I slipped them inside her. I curled them, searching for that spot that would drive her wild.
Dani's moans grew louder, her body tensing as I brought her closer to the edge. "Jake... I'm going to come," she panted, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
I slowed my movements, letting her ride out the waves of pleasure. When she finally came down, she looked at me with dazed eyes. "That was... incredible."
I smiled, my cock throbbing with need. "And we're just getting started."
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. I looked into her eyes, a wicked grin on my face. "You ready for this, Dani?"
She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation. "Yes... yes, I'm ready."
I pushed inside her, her tightness enveloping me. We both moaned, our bodies adjusting to the new sensation. I started to move, slow and steady, letting her get used to the feel of me.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, my voice laced with concern.
Dani shook her head, her fingers digging into my back. "No... it feels full. So full."
I laughed, a low rumble in my chest. "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
I picked up the pace, my cock sliding in and out of her with ease. Dani's moans filled the room, her body moving in sync with mine. "Faster, Jake... harder," she begged.
I obliged, my hips slamming into hers. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of flesh on flesh. Dani's nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
"Yes... yes, like that... right there," she panted, her body tensing as another orgasm approached.
I could feel my own release building, my balls drawing up tight. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I reached between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed it in tight circles, pushing her over the edge.
Dani screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm washed over her. The sight of her coming undone was too much, and I followed her over the edge, my cock pulsing as I filled her with my cum.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. Dani looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and surprise. "Wow, Jake... that was... amazing."
I smiled, my fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "I told you I'd make it worth your while."
We spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies, our desires, and our limits. It was a night neither of us would ever forget.
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So obviously Spencer is iconic for his wide range of haircuts over the show, and I have this vision of a Spencer x hairdresser fic where he goes to the same hairdresser all the time because he likes the routine and itâs what heâs used to. So like theyâre low-key friends bc heâs been her client so long, but then she notices he canât come as usual and he tells her itâs because heâs always away or working late. So because theyâre close she gives him private late appointments after she closes bc theyâre more accessible for him, and then theyâre always together late at night, and eventually they fall for each other!! And like she loves his curls and cringed when he wanted it cut short but loves it regardless AHH I JUST LOVE IT. Bonus points if Spencer gets to recommend his hairdresser girlfriend to his teammates just to brag about the fact he has a hot girlfriend lmao. I get itâs kinda long lol, if itâs too long a premise then no worries, just sharing it is nice :)
A/N: Hi! I love the idea of hair stylist reader, so I had a lot of fun writing this~⥠Thank you for your request, I hope you enjoy it!
W/C: 2.1k
Warnings: implied Autistic Reid, brief mentions of sensory issues, writer does not care for the shows Canon hair continuity and does basically whatever she wants.
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The first time you'd met Spencer Reid, you hadn't been able to cut his hair. Which was a damn shame because it really did need cutting.Â
Sweeping up the floors of the hair salon you worked at, you had noticed the man lingering outside, wringing his hands together and pushing them awkwardly through his hair, approaching and retreating every few seconds.Â
You watched him through the mirrors, and let him dance around like that for five minutes before deciding that the evening breeze would be a boon during the hot summer night that was about to set in on you.Â
Opening the salon door, you stepped outside and soaked in the fresh air before turning to the now frozen, slightly awkward man.Â
âCan I help you?â You tried to put a welcoming smile on your face, but the salon was past closing and empty beside you. You should've been heading home by now, but something in the man's posture had you dawdling.
âThe barber shop down the road closed down,â he said quickly, as if the words were practised on his to guess moments before.Â
âYes, that's true. It's been six months now.â
âSix months?â he squeaked out, running a hand through his hair as he turned inwards.Â
âDo you⌠need a haircut?âÂ
âYes. Yes, are there any other barber shops in the area?âÂ
You rolled your eyes and walked back into the salon, picking up a robe and a shoulder cover and spinning around the closest chair to welcome him.Â
âWell, are you coming in?âÂ
âBut you're closed. Your sign says you're closed.âÂ
âAnd I'm still here, aren't I?âÂ
He didn't argue any further and hesitantly stepped into the salon.Â
You helped him out of his bag and put it away before helping him into the robe and shoulder pad.Â
He awkwardly stood around as you prepared your scissors and station again, switching on the mirror light so you could fully see his face and hair.Â
And damn was he attractive. As you smoothed his hair out of his face, you were met with warm brown eyes, open and anxious, like a deer caught in headlights. Or, more accurately, a dear caught in a hair salon.Â
You had to blink and look away as you remembered what you were about, standing up and leading him over to the sink.Â
âI'm⌠I'm a little bit sensitive about my hair,â he admitted quite meekly as you tested the temperature of the water.Â
âOkay. Is there anything specific?âÂ
He sat himself in the chair but didn't lower his head to the bowl, so you waited.Â
After a minute or two, he gently lowered his head to the bowl, and you helped his progress, making sure he was comfortably settled. He didn't speak, just let his shoulders relax and closed his eyes as you turned the water on his locks.Â
You enjoyed the simple repetitions of your job. Everyone's hair was different, that was true, but there were really only so many ways to wash hair.Â
You rinsed his hair thoroughly, keeping the water away from his face and ears with a face guard before beginning to lather it up.Â
For a man who hadn't seen the inside of a salon in six months and likely a hairbrush in the same length of time, his hair was healthy.Â
De-tangling as you went, you ran your hands through the lengths of his hair, taking note of how it fell, which parts were healthy, and which had developed split ends. Then you began massaging his head, working the shampoo into his roots, making sure his scalp was free from any possible dirt or dry skin.Â
This was the best part of the haircut for you, and you knew your regular clients enjoyed it greatly as well. Which is why you probably shouldn't have been too surprised when the man fell asleep.Â
It took you a few minutes to realize that was what happened, the face guard obscuring his face from your vision. When you squeezed the water from his hair, patted it dry, and twisted it into a towel so the water wouldn't run down his back, you had no clue that he was away with the fairies.Â
It wasn't until you asked him to stand, and he didn't even move that you moved around the sink and lifted the face guard.Â
If he seemed anxious awake, it had melted away now. He looked younger asleep, more calm and confident somehow. His eyelashes were long, a fact you only noticed when you leaned in to get a better look at him.Â
It was your hand unconsciously tracing a hand along his jaw that woke him back up, and for a second, you just stared at each other, faces inches apart.Â
âI'm.. I'm so sorry, I should go. Thank you for⌠I should go,â he said hurriedly, pulling the robes and towels off and snatching his bag up, running out the door.Â
âWait, your hair,â you called after him, but he was gone.Â
And he hadn't paid.Â
It took a week for you to collect the payment, though you couldn't care less about the money anyway.Â
But a week thinking about the man's delicate features, his shy smile and stutter, and you were very distracted.Â
Thinking about him had become your full-time job, as much as cutting hair had, and you'd had a few close encounters with the scissors when you were lost in thought.Â
You'd been thinking up back stories for the man ranging from the romantic to the obscure to the downright realistic. So, a week later, you found yourself behind on work and needing to stay late, just as he stepped into the shop a second time.Â
âHello?â You shouted from the backroom, hearing the doorbell jingle as it opened. âWe're actually closed right now, so- oh.âÂ
He stood awkwardly in the door, his face already flushed slightly.Â
âHi.âÂ
âHi,â you said, trying to stop the grin spreading across your face. You didn't want to scare him off a second time.Â
âLast time, I⌠kinda ran away. I was⌠I'm not the best with-âÂ
âWith haircuts?âÂ
âWith change.â You both nodded at that, awkwardly staring at each other.Â
âSoâŚ?â You lead, trying to encourage him to introduce himself, hoping he would reveal something you didn't already know.Â
âYou're closed again, but could you cut my hair?â He asked, pushing the long locks back on his head as he stood a little taller.Â
âIt would be my pleasureâŚâ you trailed off as a question, needing to know his name.Â
âSpencer. Spencer Reid. Doctor⌠just Spencer is fine if you'd prefer.âÂ
âI'm Y/N. Come and take a seat.âÂ
You slid him into the robes once again and got through a hair wash without any accidental naps this time. Though you did notice that he seemed to be enjoying it just as much.Â
His sighs left you feeling hot, your heart beating as you focused on his hair to draw your gaze from his lips.Â
When he was back I'm front of the mirror, he again looked like a scared cat that had been backed into the corner.Â
âSo, what'll it be, Spencer?â You asked cheerily, combing your hand through his locks to detangle them.Â
âHmm? Oh, a water would be nice.âÂ
âFor your hair, Spencer. What haircut do you want?âÂ
âOh! Oh, um, just aâŚjust a haircut.âÂ
Your face scrunched up in confusion as he doubled down.Â
âBut what kind of haircut?âÂ
âWhat kind?âÂ
You pulled away from his chair for a minute and went to grab a cut reference book.Â
âOkay, so we've got undercuts, or trims, I can do pompadour or bowl cut or-âÂ
You looked at Spencer's face again and saw that he looked more than confused.Â
âHow about I just cut your hair and after you tell me if you like it or not?âÂ
He nodded and gave you a weak smile as you grabbed your scissors.Â
Twenty minutes of silence later, and you felt Spencer exhale in relief as you dusted off the back of his neck and pulled the robes off of his clothes.Â
You'd gone for a shorter cut, but his curly hair had such a nice natural texture that you left it a bit longer on top. Without his hair in his face, his jawline was sharper, his eyes brighter, and you were somehow more infatuated.Â
He stood up shyly and you smiled at how good he looked.Â
âOkay, perfect! Let me just-â You lifted your hand and smoothed out some of his hair, picking up some strands and pushing them back and forth until it was just right.Â
He caught your hand just as you were about to pull away, and you suddenly realized how close he was. Or more accurately how close you had gotten. It was like you were breathing the same air.Â
âD-Do you like it?â You asked, voice small and high as it battled your heartbeat to be heard.Â
âYeah. I like it. It looks⌠it looks like a haircut.âÂ
You giggled as his grip became gentler, and your hand fell down to your side, brushing his chest gently as it descended.Â
âHow much do I owe you?â He asked, and you led him over to the register to complete the payment.Â
âThank you,â he said as he grabbed his bags to head out the door.Â
âJust doing my job. I'll see you in six weeks,â you said, waving him off.Â
âWhat for?â He asked, voice confused but bright. He sounded almost hopeful.Â
âFor your next haircut, Spencer.âÂ
He smiled and waved back as he walked back into the dark and disappeared down the street.Â
No one could ever accuse Spencer Reid of being forgetful, and six weeks later, he was back in your chair.Â
Except he didn't arrive at 11pm this time, but instead 11am.Â
The other customers and stylists gawked at the man as he walked in, and you thanked the gods that your seat was free as he met your eyes.Â
âHi.âÂ
âSpencer! You're back.âÂ
He nodded shyly, head hanging a little as he ignored the many looks from the women in the room and the eruption of whispers and loud glances in his direction.Â
âIt's been six weeks. You said that's when I'd need another haircut.âÂ
You laughed a little as you pulled the robe around him.Â
âYou know, I say that every time, but most people ignore me. I love a man who can follow directions.âÂ
The eruption of red on his cheeks left you feeling suddenly tongue tied, and you carefully redirected the conversation back to the task at hand.Â
âSame again, Doc?â You asked, readying your spray bottle and supplies.Â
âActually, could we, ah, go shorter this time?â Hesmiled sheepishly and watched as you ran your fingers through his tangled hair.Â
âMy boss, last time, said I looked like I joined a boyband, soâŚâÂ
âYour boss at the hospital?â You asked, clinging to every detail you could get from him.Â
âThe hospital?âÂ
âYou said you were a Doctor, do you work in a lab instead or-â
âOh. No, I work at the FBI. I'm not a medical doctor, I have a PhD. I have three, Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics.âÂ
You whistled. âImpressive. You can't be older than 30.âÂ
âI'm 29.â He said, smiling at you in the mirror, and you smiled back, hands still running through his hair.Â
âSo, no boy band haircuts, okay. For what it's worth, though, you look totally hot.âÂ
The words cut the conversation short, and you tried your best to take the words back as you went off to the sides to grab your sheers.Â
Half an hour later, and you could swear that half the salon had given up pretending to be doing their jobs and were just awkwardly ogling the man. If the shorter âboybandâ hair was good, the undercut you'd done for him was even better.Â
You turned him around to get a closer look, using the excuse of making sure his hair was symmetrical enough to stare at him some more as you got closer to finishing.Â
âOkay,â you said with a sad sigh. âYou're all finished, Spencer. Let's get you rung up.âÂ
He nodded and followed you quickly, pulling out his wallet as he paid quietly.Â
âOkay. And I'll see you tomorrow,â you said, as he picked up his bags to leave.Â
âTomorrow? I thought you said it was six weeks between haircuts.âÂ
âIt is. But it's also my day off tomorrow, so I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner. With me.âÂ
He blinked at you once. Then twice, and another time before smiling and looking away.Â
âOkay. See you tomorrow, Y/N.âÂ
He ran a hand through his hair and nearly walked into the door he was trying to walk through, but your heart still fluttered as you waved him out.Â
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birthday girl â rafe cameron
pairing ; toxic!rafe x reader
summary ; rafe acting stupid on your birthday.
warnings / notes ; smut , rafe being mean , i envision season 2 rafe cuz he cray cray, reader regretting sex with rafe while having sex with rafe but not doing anything abt it Âż not a happy ending đ
your birthday was one of your favorite days to spend with rafe, it meant that he had to be nice to you, and he couldn't complain or randomly get bitchy with you, like most days.
after successful dinner reservations and ice cream from your favorite shop, things were going really well, rafe was being really sweet.
the minute you got home from dinner, rafe had been all over you. he was only supposed to drop you off, but he never just âdropped you offâ. him walking you up to your apartment and making sure you got in safe always turned into something more. and maybe rafe thought that youâd really wanted it tonight because it was your birthday, but maybe thatâs where he was wrong.
"do you fuckin' like that?" rafe slammed into you from behind, your dress was scrunched up at your waist. the dress that you had spent way to much money on just to impress him but he hadnât even complimented you once on it. he didn't even have the decency to fully undress you, not even on your birthday. "i dont hear ya baby."
"love it." you mumbled out, trying your best to ignore your vision going blurry from the tears falling down into your pillow. rafe's dick didn't even feel good, not like it usually did at least. you felt used and dumb, your boyfriend couldn't even be romantic towards you on your special day.
"so. fucking. tight." rafe paused in between each word, each thrust hitting deeper inside you. your face furrowed from the discomfort. there was nothing more you wanted to do than shove him off you and tell him to never come back, but you couldn't. you loved him too much to do that.
"m'gonna come." rafe slurred out. "are you?"
"yeah." you lied right through your teeth. you felt so fucking stupid. so fucking used. it felt like even if rafe seen the tear stains you were leaving on your pillow it wouldn't even make him stop.
a string of profanities left rafe's mouth as he came inside of you. you followed in his lead, pretending to be out of breath. you watched as he fell right beside you. you made sure to cover your tear stains with your head, not that heâd comfort you even if he did see them.
"my girl just needed some birthday dick, huh?"
"yeah." you fake giggled, looking at rafe with still nothing but love. he didn't even notice your red puffy eyes. was he that fucking stupid? or were you the stupid one for thinking that he'd ask what's wrong?
"love you." rafe kissed you on the head, making you feel okay for a second.
"do you still want to watch that movie?" you questioned, rafe promised you that he'd watch your favorite movie with you tonight.
"maybe another night, i'm really tired." rafe rolled over, covering himself up with your cheetah printed silk comforter.
"oh, okay." you lied there, still facing rafe, nothing but disappointment filling your body. part of you wanted to lay there with him and have him hold you even though he was the one who hurt your feelings. that was the weird part about your relationship with rafe, he could literally rip your heart out, but youâd still want him to hold you like he was god himself. no one made you feel the way rafe did, no one held you the way rafe did.
you made your way to your bathroom, rafe leaving your to clean yourself up after literally cumming inside of you. you hoped that maybe rafe would get out of bed and follow after you, but he didnât. somethings never change, even on your birthday.
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âRIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW
â MASTERLIST â
Steve Harrington x fem!reader
wc: 4.7k
best friends to lovers, making out, slight smut,
prompts: âKiss me to prove weâre not in loveâ
Your mouth mightâve ran faster than your brain could process it. At least thatâs how it feels when you watch the blush spread over Steveâs cheeks, paired with a frown meant to help keep his composure. âYou want me to kiss you?â His voice wavers slightly, checking in to see that his own brain didnât produce that thought out of thin air. Itâs been long since Steveâs felt this nervous and unsure of himself around you, usually heâs all flirty smiles and cheeky words, yet now heâs been reduced to a deafening silence.
âYes, kiss me so we can prove once and for all that nothing is going on between us.â Arms crossed over your chest after placing the bowl of caramel popcorn down. The most indignant look on your face as you stare at him expectantly from your side of the couch. The blue-ish hue the tv casts onto Steveâs side profile highlights the way his eyes stay wide when the words slip out of your mouth. âWe are not Harry and Sally.â You argue with a crooked brow which seems to earn an amused huff from him.
This all started when he brought a new tape home, the hottest release of the year âWhen Harry met SallyâŚâ At first glance, nothing but a simple rom-com, little did you know it would put you and your best friend in a position youâve never thought youâd ever end up.
Steveâs been adamant about the movie the whole night, calling it a heartwarming love story, while you, thinking clearly, stood your ground and told him that it ruined the vision of friendship between men and women. Of course he didnât get it, his love-deprived brain worked in ways youâll never understand.
âAdmit itâŚâ His eyes swiped over your face quickly as his head leaned back against the couch and to the side to face you. That grin of his couldnât be more cocky. âYouâve thought about me like that at least once.â Almost stating it rather than asking, you shove a foot into his hip, thanks to your laying down position along the length of the couch which kept him in your reach as he occupied the place left on the couch next to your feet. The âhumfâ sound he makes instinctively at your shove has you rolling your eyes and looking back at the TV screen.
âKill me if I ever do.â You deadpan, the look on your face is nothing less than serious. His accusation is absurd, how can he think that youâve ever viewed him as anything other than your best friend? His hands raise in faux defeat with a slightly amused look on his face, his gaze pulling away from you, at least momentarily until you open your mouth to speak again. âYou donât believe me, do you? Oh my god, Harrington, youâre so arrogant!â Huffing, you get up from the couch, padding over the soft, fluffy carpet the Harringtons recently bought for their living room.
Despite the coffee table topped to the brim with snacks and drinks you feel the need for a glass of water instead of a sugary and fizzy beverage. âItâs not a good look on you at all.â You let him know as you tuck some hair behind your ear, pouring yourself a glass of water, hearing his voice ring out from the living room. âSo you think I have good looks, huh?â
Youâd roll your eyes again at him if you could, but something tells you youâll end up with a headache if you keep doing that. Taking the glass back with you, you claim your spot onto the couch, this time your legs curling up next to you. The movie long forgotten as it keeps playing on the TV, now only serving illumination purposes, youâre stuck on the disagreement tonightâs movie started.
âYou know thatâs not what I meant.â You huff. He thinks itâs cute, he loves riling you up from time to time. âYouâre crazy if you think I could ever be with youâŚâ The words come out slightly harsher than intended, but he doesnât seem to take it personal, only faking a gasp, his hand pressing over his heart to try to trick you into feeling guilty. You donât, not even a little. âOh honey, how can you be so mean to me?â He almost whines, pouty lips on display, his eyes almost glazing over with the puppy look heâs mastered at this point.
You know this is just ordinary messing around, heâs always poking and prodding you with his words, but something about his suggestion has shifted something inside you. Maybe itâs the thought that he thinks youâre in love with him whichâŚquite frankly, is insaneâŚright? Maybe itâs the way his rhetorics make you want to slap that grin off his faceâŚor maybe, just maybe, instead of slapping youâd like to try a kiss first.
Instead of staring at his stupid brown eyes, you decide to busy yourself with the bowl of caramel popcorn, picking a handful. The taste melts on your tongue which brings you some sort of serenity for a few moments.
The idea which sparks into your head is not appropriate, far from it. What has got you thinking about kissing him again you think youâll never know, but maybe thatâs just the answer. A simple kiss to prove that whatever assumptions he has about your feelings are completely and utterly absurd.
So, you can blame him for pushing it, or you can blame yourself for being so stubborn about proving him wrong. Either way, it brings you back to his shocked face, the words already uttered and too late to be taken back without implying some sort of fear that his suggestion might be true after all. The long and awkward silence almost makes you jab him with a few teasing words, but the way he seems to be a bit shellshocked for the better part of a minute has you keeping it to yourself.
âKiss you? As in, for real?â You smile, amused by his tone as you nod, the thought brings some butterflies into your stomach but you just assume itâs nerves from having to kiss your best friend. âIâm seriousâ right here, right now. To get that stupid idea out of your head.â You explain as if itâs the sanest and most logical explanation for this. âItâll prove weâre not capable of being attracted to one another and that nothing will ever happen between us.â
Steve, after seemingly coming out of his momentarily catatonic state, has already masked his shocked expression and covered it up with that smile you know so well. Shifting to face you on the couch, one leg underneath himself, he seems to be contemplating this before he runs a hand through his hair. âMakes sense.â Thatâs the conclusion he seems to arrive at as he scoots closer to you on the couch.
The room is still mostly covered by darkness, which makes it harder to see his facial expressions and how his eyes dip to your lips briefly, as if already setting his target on them. His arm is laid over the back of the couch, coming to a stop in front of you once his knee bumps your ankles, making you change your position as you cross your legs and face him too. It doesnât feel as intimate as the moments before a first kiss should feel, but once again, heâs your best friendâŚnothing more.
âWaitâŚâ His voice comes out laced with concern, brows pulling together slightly. âAre you sure you wonât fall in love?â Steve asks and you canât help but let out the breath youâve been holding up until now, your hand smacking his bicep still settled on the back of the couch. âOh I'll be fine, not so sure about you though.â Now itâs his time to roll his eyes though you notice the way his lips curl up and his bottom lip tucks between his teeth for a brief moment.
âAlright, Casanova, could you just get to it?â He nods and adjusts his position, not really sure how he needs to approach this. The hand settled in his lap skirts up over your arm, ultimately finding its place on your chin. The way he holds it so gingerly between his thumb and index makes you feel that thereâs this sort of nervousness in him just the way itâs in you too. But this is just a kiss to prove him wrong, nothing else.
His eyes find yours and then heâs leaning in, waiting for your reaction, waiting to be shoved away or chided for actually trying to kiss you, but the closer he gets it dawns on him that you wantâ no, need this to prove him wrong. It bothers him slightly to know youâll go as far as kissing him to prove that youâre not in love with him and never will be, but he canât help the sudden thought which pops into his mind, uninvited.
Pulling back slightly to put some distance between your faces again, your eyes narrow curiously, a tinge of annoyance on your features too. âThis wonât make it awkward between us, right?â His question makes you sigh, wondering if this whole thing is really a good idea or if itâs just going to make things worse. The last thing you need is to lose your best friend over some stupid rom-com.
âNo, Steve, it wonât change anything between us because it doesnât mean anything.â You assure him, finding it in you to be understanding of his worries. He nods, accepting that itâll be done and youâll never speak of it again.
Heâs getting into position again, more shuffling and scruffing over the couch as you find a way to rest your legs against one another comfortably. Steveâs hand lifts to your chin again, keeping hold of it softly as he takes one last look at you, starting his approach again. You donât feel the nerves anymore, truthfully you donât feel anything, further proving your point that you donât have any feelings towards him.
You let your eyes fall shut, expecting his kiss as you breach your hand on his knee, not feeling his breath hitch the slightest bit at your touch. Itâs so brief that you almost miss it. A chaste peck which only meets your lips for a second. Your eyes open once his hand pulls away and clears his throat, not saying anything.
You should be happy that you felt absolutely nothing during the kiss, yet it still leaves you with a sort of empty, unsatisfied feeling in your chest. You dare to look at him again, a few beats passing before you notice the soft blush dusting his cheeks, though it might as well be the light from the TV.
âSee? Nothing.â You press your hands to your thighs, subtly drying them against the material of your sweats as he seemingly agrees with you. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you gaze forwards before your mouth opens again. âYou know, that wasnât really a kiss. Like, a proper kiss.â You twitch your nose as you donât dare look at him.
âMhm, yeahâŚâ His bottom lip is stuck between his teeth, the plush flesh catching your interest as it falls freely back into its place. âYouâre totally right, we should probably try again.â The thinking process seems to be logical, as if the possibility of looking for another excuse to kiss each other is not even on the table right now. Just two friends making sure theyâre not in love, right?
âOkay then, kiss me like youâd kiss Becky, Tina or Amy. Just pretend Iâm one of them.â The words make him dizzy. How can he pretend to kiss you like youâre just some girl he wants to spend his night with? Youâre so much more than that, though at the same time less. Your connection is too strong to one another, and as if reading his mind, you speak again. âMaybe not like that. But just kiss me like a girl youâre in love with.â His huff comes out with just the right amount of humour.
âI can do thatâŚI think.â His tongue comes out to wet his lips, the way heâs looking at you feels a bit more intimate now. âGet to it then.â You try to joke as you take a deeper breath, his body already close to yours, making it easier for him to reach out.
The way his skin feels on yours when he cups the side of your face should be the first indicator that this kiss is going to be much different from the first. As if reading your thoughts, his thumb swipes over your cheekbone almost tenderly, eyes falling shut in time with one another, youâre left with the darkness of your eyelids, focusing solely on your other senses.
The musky smell of Steveâs slept in clothes and lingering wafts of toothpaste on his breath, the warm encompassing feeling of his palm on your cheek and the low hum of unintelligible voices since the movie is still playing. The tip of his sharp nose is now tracing over the contour of yours, whereas the first time it was merely just a clumsy bump. You refrain a shudder successfully and you let him go on, carrying a sort of curiosity about what King Steve does to these girls to have them in a chokehold.
And then it happens again, that chaste press of lips on lips, though you keep still and lightly press yourself closer. Just as fast as it comes it goes again, making you furrow your brows. âI thââ The words get swallowed by him as Steve leans in again, more purposeful, carrying more intent.
Something trashes wildly in your stomach, dare you say butterflies as he parts his lips slightly, coaxing you into a slower open mouthed kiss. You donât mind, letting him take the lead, following his pace, youâre pleasantly surprised when his tongue tries to enter the mix. You welcome it with your own, brushing wetly over one another while his lips seal over yours.
Without realising, you let your hands come up, one hooking against the back of his neck while the other pushes greedily into his hair. Youâre not sure how long it goes on for, though you surely get lost in the way heâs treating you like you mean something more to him. The way his hands touch you, stroking your cheek and holding your hip, the position is still somewhat awkward and stiff, having to meet in the middle, but you donât mind it that much.
Clearly he does, having to pull you closer, making you slip into his lap to get more comfortable. Settling on his thighs, your knees dig into the leather of his couch while his head tilts back to reach you better. Youâre sure your lips will soon turn numb from his ministrations in which you both seem to get lost, clearly forgetting the whole reason you got into the argument in the first place.
Feeling him up, your hands drift over his shoulders and down to his chest, giving the briefest squeeze on it which has him taking a deeper breath in, making you smile against his lips. Youâve fallen into a rhythm, getting accustomed to one another, but everything freezes in place when you hear him.
Confusion etched into your features, your brows twitch together momentarily. âDid youâŚmoan?â The question seems absurd since youâve heard it clear as day, you couldnât have missed the way it made your insides clench, your eyes searching his face as you watch the tips of his ears and his cheeks flush a deep red. âWell weâve been shoving our tongues down each otherâs throats, sorry for getting distracted.â He defends, trying to sound as if itâs your fault, looking away to hide the embarrassed look on his face.
Gazing down at him, you take a breath and shift, unintentionally brushing over his lap, his hands tighten on your hips if itâs any indicator to the torment heâs going through. Your lips out of reach, unsure if youâll even kiss him again after his slip up, your body nothing but a teasing, heating pressure which would be embarrassing to let affect him. But oh how can he keep it together when youâre set on ruining him?
He thinks you know what youâre doing, not when you stare down at him for a brief moment, giving him the idea that you do want him, not when you shift over his lap, and not even when you breach your hands on his shoulders and push him to lay back again, but when your lips press against his for a third time which has his mind rebooting, trying to keep up with the pace youâre setting.
The idea that this was supposed to be just a kiss is now forgotten, the only thing that seems to matter now is kissing his best friend like sheâs a girl heâs in love with. Surprisingly, he doesnât even find it that hard to do, though he doesnât have the faintest idea as to why.
You canât help but grab hold of his locks again, so silky and soft through your fingers, giving them the slightest tug experimentally. This time when Steve feels it, he doesnât moan, not even grunt, what he does though is shamelessly grind up against you. Youâd stop the kiss to ask him if heâs hard, but it all feels so good, the way heâs encompassing you in his arms, how he shifts the slightest bit down towards your jaw, in search of sensitive skin. Nails digging lightly into the back of his neck, you gasp when his mouth leaves yours properly and latches onto your neck, lost in the bliss of it all, you grind down again which is enough to make Steve lose his mind.
âFuck, donât do that,â His breath sounds strained. âcanât take itââ His murmur is a rumble against your skin, your whole body warming up at the idea that your best friend canât contain himself after a simple kiss. Your thighs try to squeeze together at the sound of his voice, instead, squeezing his hips.
Heart drumming, you feel his lips finish up the work on your skin and it doesnât hit you that itâll leave a mark, youâre too preoccupied with the way his hands help you grind over his lap to notice. Thereâs a fire growing between both of you, low and slow, simmering dangerously close.
Thereâs sudden silence, the tape has no doubt ended, leaving you in a way too intimate silence, only filled by the grunts and gasps shared between you. You know itâs wrong, you shouldnât be letting a simple kiss get the better of you but Steve doesnât seem to be bothered at all, letting his needs guide him into stealing another greedy kiss.
Getting light headed, unsure if from his passionate kiss or the lack of oxygen, youâre forced to part, a thin string of spit splitting between the two of you as you look at one another, realising just how wrecked and ravished you both look.
His strands are sticking up at odd angles, his lips flushed a deeper red from all the kissing, just enough to match his cheeks. The collar of his shirt is stretched out a bit, showing a part of his collarbone from where youâd fisted his shirt. The way heâs looking up at you makes it seem like heâs begging for more, his body certainly is with the way heâs still pressing between your thighs, feeling that heâs fighting to contain himself for the sake of the dignity he has left.
Forcing down the lump in your throat with a harsh swallow, you force yourself to move off of him, sliding next to him onto the couch. Settling your hands in your lap, you toy with your fingers, gazing up at the ceiling as he does the same, waiting in silence until your breathing slows down and your mind is a bit more clear.
âYouâre a nice kisser,â You mumble the compliment. Calling it nice would be a gross understatement but thatâs all you can manage at the moment. Two, Three beats pass before he conjures up a response. âThanks, you tooâŚnice,â
âGreat, umâŚI guess we proved my point.â Only now remembering what got you in this mess in the first place, you blink and look for your glass of water before you take a sip, the room temperature liquid feeling cold as you drink.
Stubborn.
Thatâs exactly what you are. Itâs been three days since you and Steve broke the dam and started a metaphorical flood of thoughts and feelings. You havenât seen him since, not that youâre looking forward to the awkward silence and new weird dynamic. Some part of you wishes youâd just accepted the defeat without having to prove anything, while the other canât help but think back to that kiss, maybe the best one of your life.
Itâs on Saturday night that Robin calls and invites you over for a movie night. Just the mere thought of it has your blood warming up, but you canât let him keep you away from your shared friend group. Youâll just have toâŚignore him.
Easier said than done.
You rode with Eddie, he never has a problem with picking you up, but he does give you a strange look when you hop in his van as if to say âWhereâs Harrington?â Since the two of you always come together, wherever you go, heâs there and vice versa.
With a hammering heart, you let yourself in as you always do and greet Robin with a smile, subtly looking over her shoulder as she speaks, trying to see if heâs already here. Snapping back to the conversation, you follow her to the couch as she rambles off about whatever tape she âborrowedâ from Family Video, though it always ends up thrown somewhere in her room, gathering dust.
Settling in the middle of the couch, You watch as Robin takes a seat next to you, telling Eddie to prepare the tape and bring the bowls of snacks over. Finally settling into the familiar energy, you laugh, entertaining Robinâs absurd thoughts and jokes, but soon enough itâs interrupted as the door opens and closes again, Eddieâs still occupying his usual armchair so it canât by anyone else than himâŚ
Clammy hands drying on your thighs, you look back as his voice comes out, greeting the three of you as he apologises for being late. You know him, and youâd be inclined to say that you do it best, but looking at him right now, you canât seem to be able to read him anymore. All you can see is those big hands that grabbed and squeezed at you, those walnut strands which you tugged at, pulling the prettiest of sounds from him, and those eyesâŚoh how youâre lost in them until Robin boops the tip of your nose, flushing in embarrassment as you pretend they didnât catch you staring with heart eyes at your best friend.
âOkay, come on, let's watch this already.â You huff, as if youâre impatient to see the movie, but in reality, youâre only thinking about the lights being dimmed so the blush on your cheeks wonât be on full display anymore. Youâre cursed with having to squeeze into Robinâs two person couch with her and Steve, each of them pressing closely into your sides, Steveâs arm laying over the back of the couch.
The movie isnât great, not even close to what Robinâs promised it to be. Proof of that is Eddie drooling on himself as he sleeps peacefully in the armchair, and Robinâs head pressing against your shoulder as she rests with soft snores coming out of her. You wonder how youâre still awake yourself, but the heat radiating off Steveâs body is enough to keep you alert for almost an hour.
âShould we turn this off?â He asks as he gazes at the screen with a sort of bored confusion on his face. You nod and watch him as he gets up, using the opportunity to let Robin lay comfortably on the couch as you slip away from the living room and find yourself walking away, moving towards the bathroom but before you can lock yourself there, you hear his voice.
âCan we talk?â His question seems to slip out like he doesnât want to go through the conversation either, but itâs eating him up, having to keep his distance from you. Telling yourself itâll be okay, you turn on your heel and nod, heading to Robinâs room as he follows closely.
Once the door is closed, leaving the two of you alone, you dare to lift your gaze, swallowing thickly while he seems to be looking for the right words. âDid I make things awkward between us? You know, like after we uhâ made out?â
âNoâŚno, itâs just, Itâs fineâŚreally.â You rush to assure him, he doesnât believe it one bit, your voice wavers as he steps closer and tilts his head with a concerned furrow in his brows. âAre you sure? It doesnât seem like that, you can barely look at me and you havenât called to spend the night in likeâŚâŚâŚforever.â He argues, knowing you always have sleepovers, especially now in the summer.
âSteve, itâs been four daysâŚâ You smile lightly as you correct him, seemingly overestimating for how long youâve been apart, though for him it surely feels like a drawn out eternity meant to make him suffer in your absence. âExactly!â He huffs as if you canât seem to understand just how much heâs missed you.
Heâs got you, itâs a curse that he knows you this well. Maybe you canât lie your way out of this, not when heâs watching you like a hawk, trying to find the source of the problem as always. He hates to see you upset, even more so when he knows it might be his fault.
âCâmon, when did you stop telling me whatâs bothering you?â The way his tone seems to be a bit hurt makes you look at him, now heâs much closer, his hand reaching for yours as he tugs you gently towards him. Youâre not sure you can say anything that will justify your actions, so you donât. Gazing down at the way his hand swallows yours up completely, your chest swarms with butterflies as he toys with your fingers gently. Want takes over your mind, clouding your judgement as you gaze up at him, opening your mouth to speak.
Knowing no words will ever compare to what you want to do, you push yourself up on your tiptoes and grab hold of his shoulder, leaning in to connect your lips again just like you did three nights ago. Despite the sudden movement, he doesnât seem to be too shocked, quick with returning the kiss as his hands settle instinctively on your waist to make sure you stay close.
Giving his shoulder a squeeze, you cup the side of his face with your free hand and lean more into him. Letting him walk you back until you bump into the wall, you sigh into the kiss and pull his head down to reach him better. A fuzzy feeling takes over your brain as you let yourself enjoy the moment, feeling Steveâs wandering hands advance, you cling to him for support and arch, saying his name in a soft whisper.
Letting your hands slide up under his shirt, fingers tracing soft skin, gripping at his strong back as Steve occupies himself with pawing at your thighs and waist.
Your bodies pressing and tangling warmly, finally feeling the freedom to touch him like youâve always known you wanted deep in your heart, humming softly as he lets a relaxed sigh slip from his lips. Minutes pass before a sudden thump, followed by a grumpy Robin cursing, travels through her small apartment.
You break apart with a groan and bite your lip, gazing at him as he seems to resent the interruption too. âWe should get back out there before they realise weâre missing.â He knows youâre right, but the way you look like you hate the idea, carrying that soft pout on your lips which has his heart melting makes him dip his head to catch your lips in another kiss, this time softer. âMhm, in a minute.â
And how can you turn him down when heâs so adamant about kissing you?
#steve harrington#stranger things#joe keery#steve harrington fanfic#fem reader#steve x reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x reader#steve harrington x you#stranger things season four#stranger things fic
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synopsis: Your ex boyfriend has some nerve texting you at three in the morning â an entire week after the disaster breakup you had. You should really go over there and give him a piece of your mind. Well, you know what they say about famous last words. wc: 6.1k | crossposted to ao3 content: tomura shigaraki x female reader, no quirks au, toxic tomura, reader is kinda toxic too tbh, unhealthy relationships, breaking up and making up, vaginal fingering, overstim, breeding kink, piv, dubcon creampie, degredation, threats of baby trapping, hurt/comfort, sweet at the end idc
Youâve told your friends time and time again to stay out of your business. They never listen.Â
âOh my god, Kirishima? Is he even twenty yet?â You drag as you watch your friend flip through several pictures of the redheaded boy like he was a member of the bachelor.Â
She smiles, scrolling her phone for more options, âno, but he will be in a couple of months!â
âNo!â Your words are sharp. You love Mina but god, you donât want her to play matchmaker with you. Itâs not like youâre a charity case or something.Â
She gasps and you swear you could see the lightbulb go off above her head. âWhat about Denki? Heâs fun!âÂ
You groan, falling back onto the bed and covering your eyes with your arm. âMina.âÂ
âHey, just give her a break okay? Itâs only been about a week.â Your saving grace Yaoyorozu speaks up and itâs nice to finally have someone on your side.Â
âThank you.â
âSeriously? So weâre just going to sit around and watch you mope about all day?â Mina questions, irritation clear in her voice and it grates your ears. Â
âPreferably, yes! Just let me be.â You roll over, face officially shoved into your pillow. Itâs been a rough couple of days and you havenât gotten a single call or text from Tomura. Not that you should be expecting one. You broke up with him after all.Â
Itâs just.. this time feels different. Usually thereâs more arguing and heâs fighting for you to stay around, but this time there was nothing. No quips, no insults, just âfine, get out then.â
That hurt the most.Â
You had no idea what he was up to.Â
Maybe he was as depressed as you were.Â
Maybe heâs found someone else.Â
The thought makes you stop in your tracks. The idea of Tomura, your tomura with someone else is enough to make you nauseous.Â
You jump to your feet and rush to the bathroom, locking yourself in and falling to your knees.Â
God, what if that was why it was so easy?
You pull out your phone, the device lighting up and unlocking with your facial id.Â
Tomura doesnât use social media much but you could still check to see if heâd blocked you.Â
To your surprise, he hadnât.Â
He hasn't posted anything either and thereâs no new person in his followers.Â
You feel yourself exhale a breath you didnât realize you had been holding. No change is a good thing.Â
Thereâs knocking on the door and you thank the stars you locked it. Your friends would judge you so hard if they saw you lurking through your exâs social media.Â
âHey, are you okay in there?â Itâs your saving grace Yaoyorozu again and you almost feel bad for shutting her out.Â
âYeah, Iâm sorry if it feels like I pressured you! Iâll give you some space.â Mina's regretful voice calls and it makes your heart clench. You know she means well but she just doesnât understand. None of them do.Â
Whether you want to admit it or not, you love Tomura.Â
Yes, you argue and yes, you fight, but he just gets you. Heâs so cynical, but so caring â in his own special way. Too bad he was such an asshole. The argument wasnât even supposed to go that far.Â
There are tears beginning to blur your vision and you wipe them away, willing the feelings down and standing to your feet.Â
If he wanted you to stay away, then fine. You could do that.Â
You splash cool water onto your face and take a breath, steeling yourself and getting ready to face your friend once more. It was Saturday and they were convinced you needed a fun girlâs night.
It takes a lot to refrain from cringing at the phrase, but you believe they held some truth with the idea. You definitely didnât want to be alone right now.
You unlock the bathroom door, meeting Mina and Yaoyorozuâs worried expressions with a smile.Â
âWe should probably get ready now, huh?â
Minaâs eyes light up, smile blinding and excitement contagious.
âYes! Jirou and the others are here now.â She starts to clap, excitement buzzing around her, âGirlâs night is going to be amazing!âÂ
â-
Girlâs night was a bust.
The moment everyone arrived the apartment quickly filled with chaos. Noisy and busy, it was all giving you a headache. Until someone decided it would be a good idea to pregame before going out.
In preparation for the night your friendâs insisted that you get dolled up, hair makeup and skimpy clothes you wouldnât look twice at on any normal day.Â
You had to admit it made you a little more excited to get out and at least feel like your world isn't crashing around you. It was supposed to be a fun little night out. Somehow one drink turned into two, which turned into three which turned into Mina swearing she could beat everyone in a dance battle.Â
The group only got more riled up as everyone indulged in this silly challenge.Â
One challenge leads to another, which leads to more drinking, which then ends in everyone being too drunk to function and knocking out â all laid out in odd places around your living room floor and couch.Â
The groggy feeling came first, your arms radiating in dull pain as you vaguely recalled trying to beat Mina in a contest of who could do the most push ups. It sure as hell wasn't you, but the drunk version of you thought it was possible to move mountains.Â
You blink a few times, trying to will your eyes to rapidly adjust to the darkness of the room and find out what this odd buzzing noise beside you had been. Turning over, you find your phone, squinting as the too bright screen lights up your face and you see that it is three a.m.
You had fallen asleep with everyone else.
The phone buzzes again, lighting up and you have to squint further to read the contact name.
Tomura.Â
Your eyes widen as you scan over the three texts heâs sent you.Â
Wasting no time, you rush to your feet and into the bathroom so you can look at your phone without the chance of prying eyes overlooking your shoulder. Even though they were probably going to be out until late morning.
Tomuraâs messages were short, no paragraphs, no essays but three different messages sent in succession.Â
When are you coming to get your shit?
Iâm tired of waiting.
And Iâm deleting our farm btw.Â
The first two messages donât get much of a reaction from you, especially since itâs three a.m and he knows youâre usually asleep around this time.Â
But the third messageâŚ
Your Stardew Valley farm that youâve had and worked on together for almost two years being put on the line and threatened? What the fuck was his problem?
This farm was a constant in your relationship. Throughout the ups and downs and back and forths. You were sure that hell would freeze over before you both would give up that progress. But here he is, threatening you while you would have been asleep. What an asshole.
Your feet are moving before your brain can stop them and you make your way to the front door. Since your friends were all passed out it would be easy to sneak over to Shigarakiâs place, give him a piece of your mind and then sneak back. In and out, quick and easy.Â
Your decision is made and you grab your coat, deciding to just go over there as you are. You hadnât changed out of your outfit that was supposed to be for the night out, but it didnât matter. You only needed to get over there and get there fast.
Once you arrive at Tomuraâs doorstep you waste no time knocking. Itâs around three in the morning so he should still very much be awake.Â
There's a chill in the air as you wait for his answer and you wrap your jacket closer to your body. A rumble of thunder caught your attention and it's then you notice the rain clouds rolling in. You knew it would only be a matter of time before the bottom of the sky falls out and rain drenches everything. You were on borrowed time if you wanted to make it back before then.
After what feels like forever the door finally opens, revealing a very cozy pajama-clad Tomura, who seemed a little too pleased for his own good â if that sly smile he was doing a bad job at hiding was anything to go by.Â
You don't give him a chance to greet you or say anything for that matter, stopping his words in their tracks as you cut him off. âWhat do you want?â
He doesnât bother hiding his smirk now, the expression making your fists clench and your anger boil. âWhat do I want? Youâre at my door, in front of my apartment.â He scoffs, clearly getting the exact reaction he had wanted from you, âI should be asking what do you want?âÂ
Caught like a deer in headlights. Whatever, you don't let that stop you as you pull out your phone to show him his text. âYou sent this, I know youâre bluffing. What do you want?â
Tomura shrugs, leaning against his door frame and giving you a pleased look. Expression relaxed and content. Not a care in the world. âTo talk.â
âWell, I'm here now, so letâs talk.â You spit, crossing your arms and waiting for whatever else he would throw at you.Â
âSure, but you should come in first.â He starts, looking up towards the darkened sky, confirming his assessment. âItâs gonna rain soon, you know.â
Of course you knew that.Â
You just didnât want to give him more time than you had. But you agree and go in, ignoring the fighting feeling in the back of your mind screaming at you to turn away and hightail it out of there.Â
Tomuraâs home is the exact way it was the day you left, give or take a few more containers of takeout littered around the place. You have half a mind to scold him about it, but quickly remember that it isnât your place to do that anymore.Â
So instead you stay quiet, following him into the apartment and into the living room. Opting to stand as he sat, and resisted the urge to get comfortable.Â
âSo, what do you want to talk about?â You try, done watching him pick up a controller and boot up a video game. Seriously?Â
Your patience was wearing thin now as you watched him ignore you to play some stupid game. You try calling to him again, knowing this was probably a waste of your time and groans.
âI was in the middle of something before you got here. Let me finish and weâll talk.â It's flippant the way he waves you off and continues the game. The lack of care only hurting your feelings further and making you realize this may have all been a big mistake on your part.
You shouldnât be at your ex boyfriendâs house being ignored. You should be at your house getting drunk and hanging out with your best friends. There was no reason to stay somewhere youâre obviously not valued.
Itâs a simple choice when you put it into perspective.Â
But things are always easier said than done.Â
You sigh, the air puffing out your cheeks, a bad habit you had when angry, and walk right in front of Tomuraâs TV. There was more satisfaction in making him lose the game and then announcing your departure than just leaving quietly.Â
He cranes his neck to see around you, but it doesnât work, finally giving up as his character inevitably dies. âWhat!?â
âIâm leaving!â You announced, turning on your heel and heading towards the front door.
âYou had to make me lose first? I said I was almost done!â He spat back, rising from the couch to follow you.
You shrug, âI donât care. Why invite me in if youâre just going to ignore me?â
âDidnât think you had the patience of a child.'' Tomura stands in front of you, cutting through your path and stopping you in your tracks.
It's almost comical the way he insults you. âOkay pot, meet kettle.â You try to brush past him, but he side steps with you.Â
âWhat are you dressed like that for anyway? Did you go out tonight or something?â
âNo!â You deny, a little louder than intended and then pause. âBut itâs none of your business what I do anyway.â
Tomura hums at this, taking the words in and running them through his mind as he gives you a once over, eyes scanning from the too-tight shirt you wore â showing a generous amount of cleavage, down to your mini skirt that left little to the imagination.Â
âCould've fooled me.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â You hate when he gives you cryptic answers, like itâs impossible to pry into his mind to see what he was thinking at the moment.Â
âYou knew you were coming to see me so I dont get why you're wearing that skimpy shit. Unless you wanted me to check you out.â
âNot everything is about you, Tomura. Maybe I just wanted to dress up and look nice.â
âBullshitââ
âGod, Tomura you always fucking do this!â You yell, walking right up into his face. The excitement in his scarlet eyes sends a chill up your spin, but you canât back down.Â
He gets closer, matching your tone and you can still see the grin heâs trying to hide. It makes you see red. âDo what? Tell you the truth? You know Iâm not wrong.â
âYeah, you think you know everything, but you donât. Iâm dressed up because I want to be, not because of you.â Youâre insisting at this point, frustration threatening to tip over and spill out into the form of another pointless argument. Why did you think you could actually come over and have a decent conversation with him?
Tomura is a master at getting under your skin and hitting where it hurts. In all of your arguments heâs never really pulled out the big shots but you wouldnât put it past him to do so now.Â
âOh, so you come over to my place dressed like a slut and you expect me to believe you donât have some hidden motive?â
And there it is.
Your last straw. He could be so egotistical and mean â youâve had it.Â
You regret it the moment you do it, but your body moves before your brain can process your actions. You push Tomura. Hard.Â
He doesnât fall back far but you know itâs enough to piss him off. And heâs never been one to hold anything back, so he shoves you back and your back hits the wall.Â
Tomura has you pinned before you know it and thereâs a thrill that runs through your body in a way you know you shouldnât be feeling. Your knees feel weak for reasons that are not related to fear and your panties were gradually becoming more wet.Â
His voice is low and his eyes are narrowed as he pins you against the wall, pressing your cheeks together with his other hand. âYouâre really starting to piss me off.â
You have to bite back a smile, knowing this has taken a turn and you arenât strong enough to stop where itâs going. Not that you would want to.Â
âOh yeah? If I piss you off so badly then why are you hard?â
He doesnât look down. He can feel his own arousal just as well as you can while itâs pressed against your abdomen.Â
Tomura pushes off of you â maintaining some distance as he turns away.Â
âYouâre fucking annoying.â
âSure am.â You supply, chipper and certain as you trail behind him.Â
Heâs walking further into the apartment, and you follow. Legs moving on their own accord as you go further into the lion's den, exchanging quips and insults. You jab your finger into his shoulder, bothered by the way he continues to ignore you, it's a pathetic attempt at catching his attention and it works. Kind of.Â
The only response being him slapping your hand away with a glare and muttering a soft fuck off as he walked on.Â
You both went back and forth. Like the sun and moon, you just canât stay away from each other. Â
It was how these things usually went between you and Tomura. He would start up, make a petty argument and you would never back down. Tomura is someone who was used to getting his way and others simply did what he said with no objections.Â
But that was not how you were.
And he loved it.
You knew by the way he would get that devious glimmer in his eye when you would challenge a point, starting up a debate. Sometimes they were heated enough to make you both break up. It never lasted more than a few days. A week being the longest.
Push and pull.Â
Tomura made his way past you again, ignoring your calls about how you hate being ignored. At this point youâre sure heâs doing it on purpose to rile you up more but you canât help but take the bait. You grab his shoulder, forcing him to turn around and face you as you point a finger in his face.Â
âStop walking away from me!âÂ
He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, making you stumble on your feet and almost lose balance. You were so close you could feel the heat from his body and smell the fresh linen scent of his shirt. âDonât tell me what to do.âÂ
You snatch your wrist away from him, tension between you two growing hotter by the second as the space between you got thinner.Â
âWhat are you going to do about it?âÂ
The narrowing of his eyes only made your grin grow wider as you watched the gears turn in his head as he thought about just how many things he would do about it. All of it enticed you, so you beat him to the punch.Â
You reach forward again, fully intending to shove his shoulder again for another reaction, another glare, maybe even more words, but he stops you. It was fast, the way you both tumbled through the hallway as Tomura crashed his lips to yours. The relief of finally feeling his lips again meshed with the excitement of how rough he was with you.Â
You lose yourself in the kiss, welcoming him in with open arms as you vaguely register the dark walls of his room and posters plastered along the walls in your scuffle.
It was exciting, probably the best part of breaking up and making up. At this point you think the whole point of falling apart is coming back together again. An endless cycle where the reward is worth the punishment.Â
Cat and mouse.Â
You end up on top of him, straddling his hips while your smug smile beams down at him. Tomura gives you an unamused look in return, yet the way his hands rested on your thighs gave away the ill hidden interest. It was all the encouragement you needed as you leaned down, hovering above him with both hands on his chest.Â
âNot so tough now, are you?â
Itâs bait. You know itâs bait, he knows itâs bait, but he takes it anyway â the way you knew he would.Â
Tomura wastes no time flipping the both of you over, quickly reversing your positions as he settled himself between your legs. Itâs dangerous the way his actions riled you up further, and you have to bite your lip to keep the smile from betraying your false anger. You couldnât let him know how excited you were to be back in his bed.Â
He presses your cheeks together and rocks your head left to right, tone mocking and eyes wild with fever, âOh, look whoâs become a firecracker all of the sudden. Where did that flame come from, huh?â
You want to respond, but Tomura beats you to it, releasing your cheeks and pointing a nimble finger against your forehead, âDonât be dumb.â
His eyes trail from yours and then down to your lips, then finally down to your exposed cleavage. The movement was swift as he cupped one of your breasts in his hand and dipped down, claiming your lips again. It was softer than the first time but not by much, especially not when he matched his pace by grinding his clothed erection into you, making you moan at the contact.Â
Your skirt was so short and it made you feel even more exposed than you already were. Tomura had easy access to you and the thin fabric of your panties made everything feel so much closer.Â
You moan at the contact, swiping your tongue against Tomuraâs bottom lip and wasting no time deepening the kiss as you pull him closer. You needed more and you needed it as soon as possible.Â
Tomura pulled the low cut front of your shirt down, easily exposing your breasts from the confines of the shirt and massaged them, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against your nipples and making you cry out from the sensitivity.Â
He pulls away from you, eyes gazing into yours and you swore in that moment he put you in a trance. Tomuraâs ruby red gaze always left you mesmerized and you canât help the whimper that leaves your lips, brows furrowed and eyes wanting, âPlease.â
âPlease what?â And heâs not taunting you, heâs not mocking you. His eyes are soft as he brings a hand to your cheek. âTell me what you want.â
âYou.â Fuck, youâve missed him. âI just want you.â
Thereâs a hint of a smile on his face as he strokes your cheek, soft look in his eyes making your heart flutter, and then itâs gone. Replaced by a hardened gaze as he moves to remove your shirt and bra, fully exposing you to his hungry eyes, and then moves to remove your short skirt.Â
His hands hover there for a moment, debating whether or not he should keep it on and fuck you in it, but then decides against the idea and pulls it off, taking your soaked panties down with it as well.Â
The air in the room feels cool against your skin as you shiver in anticipation.Â
âFuck,â Tomura whispers, now eye level with your cunt. You gasp as he runs two fingers between your wet folds and holds the digits up to show you. Syrupy clear slick clung to them, slowly trailing down as Tomura rose back up, eye level with you once more.Â
âYouâre so wetâŚâ He murmured, bringing the digits to your mouth and you opened, taking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. You kept eye contact as you watched his eyes widen in delight â Tomura loved it when you put on a show for him.
Thereâs another moment of Tomura pressing against your tongue with his fingers and then he pulls them out, opting for a kiss in exchange, his tongue dipping into your mouth and groaning as he could taste whatâs left of your slick on you as well.
The pleasant feeling and linguid action of your movements made your shoulders relax as you practically melted into his soft bed, the feeling of his body above yours bringing you mountains of comfort. It was a distraction, of course.Â
You felt the same two of Tomuraâs fingers prod at your slick entrance before pressing in fully and all the way down to the knuckle. The stretch was intense but the pressure was euphoric, making you squeeze your eyes shut and grip him closer.Â
He didnât make you wait long as he pumped his fingers, quickly finding that sensitive spot so deep inside of you that only he could pinpoint and brushing against it over and over.Â
The feeling was so good it made you pull away from the kiss to breathe, thighs twitching and toes curling in pleasure. You wouldnât last long like this.
âTomura, fuck..!â You moaned, drowning in ecstasy as he continued his abuse of your spot, never letting up or slowing down, aiming to make you cum as quickly as he could. It was obvious he wanted you to come undone as soon as possible by the way he watched your every expression.Â
The way your brows furrowed to the way you bit your lip. Tomura eagerly drank every expression and gave it back to you in the form of pleasure.Â
âWhat?â He started, unphased by your dilemma, âGonna cum?â
It took a lot of focus and effort, but you nod â done with fighting for the night and accepting the fact that you will come apart quickly. So you give in to the pleasure.Â
Tomura smiles, a devious grin splitting his features as he curls his fingers, hitting the spot one more time for good measure and you lose composure, your climax crashing into you like a tidal wave. There was nothing you could do besides ride the feeling while holding on to Tomura tight â like you would get swept away if you didnât.Â
He fucks you through it with his fingers, eyes never leaving your face as you come down from your high.Â
âPent up, huh?â He questions, and this time there is that little hint of teasing. It brings you back to reality.Â
Yes, you have been pent up. You havenât been able to get off to anything since youâve broken up and itâs been hell.Â
You have no time for the games, you just want him and you want him now.Â
So, you take Tomuraâs face in your hands, making him look you in the eyes. The flecks of black in his carmine eyes always makes you remember why you come back. Every single time.Â
âFuck me, please, Tomura.â It's soft and filled with desire that you cannot be bothered to hide, and Tomura has never been one to deny you.
He quickly discards his own clothes, making sure to not stay away from you for long. His cock is hard and leaking precum from the head as he strokes it in preparation. You feel giddy at the thought and watch as he slides the head of his cock between your folds, coating it with your slick, and rubbing against your clit. The action makes your hips twitch up towards him.Â
He loves to tease and make you wait, but today he doesnât make you wait long. Tomura leans down after lining himself up with your entrance and places his free hand behind your head, right above the nape of your neck. His hands were warm and the feeling of those hands cradling your head felt so comforting in the space of his familiar dark bedroom.Â
You bring a hand to his hair, tangling your fingers in his ashen locks as he pushes forward. The stretch makes you whimper and Tomura captures your lips in a kiss again, swallowing the noises and releasing a groan of his own as your walls tighten around his cock.Â
There's something about the way Tomura drags his hips, the way he starts off at a slow pace, winding you up as he steadily increases his speed and force. It happens so gradually that you don't realize youâre screaming his name until he tells you to shut up â threatening to cover your mouth because he didn't want his neighbors to hear how much of a slut you were.
It drove you mad the way he said it all with a smile and fucked you harder. Almost daring you to be louder so he can punish you with a hand over your mouth.
Tomura knew how rough you liked it and he always delivered, giving you back arching pleasure as he pounded into you. It leaves you gasping and struggling to keep your voice down. Your hands find the surface of his back, trying to hold on as much as you could with building pleasure on the horizon.Â
âTomuâ Tomura..! Please,â you cry and he doesnât miss a beat, driving his cock so deep against your sweet spot it makes you see stars. âFuck..!âÂ
âYeah, thatâs it.â Tomura cooed, eyes filled with mischief as he brought you closer to the edge. âCry for me.â
And you do, your body feeling euphoric as the feeling buzzed up your spine and filled your brain with the fuzz of ecstasy.Â
âWhat are you gonna do, huh?â He starts, his hips grinding against you, the closeness of his pelvis rubs against your clit, making you cry out again, âWhat are you gonna do when I breed this pretty cunt and make sure youâre stuck with me forever?â
Heâs bluffing, you know Tomura doesnât want kids. Heâs just trying to gauge your reaction. Your dedication.Â
âTomuraâŚâ You only moan, breath catching as he hits that spot inside you that he knows so well.Â
Tomura is smiling, wild and devious, as you look up at him with glossy eyes, so close to crying from the feelings, âIâm gonna do it. Iâll make you mine forever and you canât do anything about it.âÂ
âAh!â You should stop him, tell him to calm down but he has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your back arching off of the bed. Everything is blurring together and you can only slur words as the drool from your earlier kiss trails down your cheek.Â
You are completely at his mercy like this and you know your friends would be beyond disappointed. Â
It just feels so good the way his cock drags in and out of your body pulling moans and whines from your throat. He was relentless in the way he pounded into you â beyond the point of being soft and slow because he knows thatâs exactly you like it.Â
âSay you want it.â The command comes with the slowing of his hips and you whine, high and needy as Tomura slows to a near stop.
âTomura, Iââ
âSay you want it or I swear to god Iâll stop right now.â Itâs a threat and you donât want to find out if heâll go through with it. Tomura never goes back on his word.Â
âNo, please, donâtâ I want it!â you pant, frustrated and aching for more movement.
âI want you to,â you stammer, desperate to have your release. âI donât care if you cum in me. I need you so bad.â
âThatâs my girl,â He coos, dipping his head down onto your shoulder, âFuck.. love you sâmuchâ
You stop â youâve never heard him say that. Ever. You doubted he would ever say it since itâs been so long.Â
He doesnât give you a chance to ruminate on it because he's picking up the pace again and giving you the friction you were so deeply in need of. The feelings are swimming in your head as your cries reach new heights. Tomura is too far gone to stop you or care and youâre thankful. You couldnât stop yourself if you tried.Â
The build of your orgasm crashes down and sends you with it, making your thighs quiver in pleasure and your eyes squeeze shut. Tomuraâs mouth meets yours before you could cry out, the warmth of his tongue guiding you as he fucked you through it.Â
He didnât last long after, the way your walls tightened around him with the force of your orgasm has Tomuraâs pace erratic as he chased his own high.Â
The bed shook as Tomura finally finished, hips stuttered as he released inside of you, hot seed coating your insides and making heat rise to your cheeks. He really did it.
You watch as he slows to a stop above you, his eyes closed as he enjoys the feeling of release. Tomuraâs breathing was heavy and you couldnât stop yourself from bringing him down into another kiss, traveling from his lips to his cheeks and then back again.Â
It was intimate and you were worried it may have been too much, given the reason you were both in this situation was because of a stupid breakup.Â
Tomuraâs pulls out of you, making you wince and taking the feeling of being so full away from you. He doesnât go far, opting to stay on top of you and rest his head on your shoulder, wanting to keep you as close as possible.Â
âYou really piss me off.â He mumbles into your shoulder, out of breath and tired. âGod, why canât you just stay with me.â
âTomuraâŚâ Your hands run through his hair, the sweat is making it stick to his forehead as you wait for him to keep talking.Â
âStop leaving me.â His voice is firm, unwavering.
âYou told me to go.âÂ
âI didnât think you fucking would. I would never actually want you to.â
âI canât read between the lines Tomura, Iâm not in your head.â You make him look at you this time, pulling his hair a little to get him to raise his head. âDid you mean it?â
âI just said I didnâtââ
âNo, the other thing you said.â He gives you a look of pure confusion and you lose a little bit of hope, âwhen you said you loved me?âÂ
You stare into his carmine eyes, hoping, praying it wasnât just pillow talk from the heat of the moment.Â
He looks at you for a long time, frustration still wearing on his features. If you didnât know any better you would say he was pouting. âOf course I meant it. Iâve always felt like that.â
âBut youâve never said it!â
âI show it!â
âHow?â This is getting frustrating and going in circles.Â
He groans, sitting up and taking his warmth with him. âIâm not going to sit here and list everything Iâve ever done for you. I donât think it works like that.â
You open your mouth to counter, irritation on your tongue because thatâs not what you meant, but Tomura stops you again.Â
âI donât know how to explain it, okay?â He shakes his head and sighs, laying next to you on the bed and looking up at his ceiling. âItâs weird. I have these strong feelings, but itâs not hate, it's not anger. It's the opposite of that.â
You stare at him as he focuses ahead, keeping his eyes trained on the uninteresting ceiling above.
âFather said itâs a weakness and I should feel that way but,â Thereâs a pause as he looks away from the ceiling, meeting your eyes finally, âif itâs so weak of me, then why are the feelings so strong?âÂ
Your heart aches. It's clear that heâs torn, and with the strange way he was raised you know that he canât help the way he is.Â
âTomuraâŚâÂ
âAnd it wonât go away. I canât fight them down or push them away like I can with everything else. It eats me up and I⌠guess I lash out because of it.â He shakes his head and for the first time Tomura looks defeated. Youâve never seen him this way â heâs always been filled with confidence and self assured. âI just donât know what to do.â
You bring a hand to his cheek as you press your forehead against his. It kills you that this is whatâs been on his mind and you arenât sure what you could do to fix it. Maybe there was nothing you could do, physically, but you would do your best to be there for him emotionally.
âSometimes,â you try to be careful with your words, knowing how much Tomura looks up to his foster father even though the man has been nothing but strange to him. âPeople say things that arenât true because they donât know how to live with it.â
Tomuraâs guardian cannot live with love nor the idea of it.Â
âThat doesn't mean you have to live that way.âÂ
And itâs the truth.Â
Tomura doesnât say anything, just watches you with heavy lidded eyes, ruby red nearly glowing in the low light of the room. He was so much more than what people thought they knew of him and you didnât care if it took time for others to see that.
He leans in, closing his eyes and you meet him halfway into a kiss.Â
It's warm and it's soft and you know that even when your phone is buzzing from dozens of missed calls and texts from your friends, it will be fine.Â
You and Tomura would take things one day at a time.
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Hold You Tight: Part 5
Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.
Part 4 | Series Masterlist | Part 6
Chapter Summary: You talk to Addison, but may have dug a deeper hole for yourself. Bucky has a chat with you, too.
Chapter Word Count: Over 3.5k
Chapter Warnings: DARK AU, dubcon phone sex, dirty talk, unease, possessiveness, inner turmoil, reader is trying to stay calm, needy Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.
A/N: More Hold You Tight! Hope you lovelies enjoy and thank you again for the feedback so far! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. â¤ď¸ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. I no longer do taglists, so please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
You woke up to the sound of your phone ringing. It never rang that early, minus the occasional call from the shop to see if you could go in early. With a groan, you opened your eyes halfway to glance at the device. You closed them when your vision cleared to read the name.
Bucky.
âMmm. Too early for that,â you mumbled, rolling over to hug your pillow as the call went to voicemail.
He messaged you after you told him you had plans for the night, but you didn't read it. In fact, you hadn't glanced at your phone for the remainder of the evening after you got ready for bed. You only knew of the messages since your phone kept digging. You went through the rest of your normal routine and fell asleep almost as soon as your head hit the pillow. The date took a lot out of you.
Was it a good idea to ignore him though? This was a man used to getting what he wanted and for things to be done his way. There was a chance he wouldn't take you not responding to him well. Well, if he âcaredâ about you the way he claimed, heâd have to deal with it. Besides, it hadn't even been half a day since you spoke to him.
You bolted upright at the knock on the apartment door. âWhat the hell?â You whispered, pushing the covers back. Forcing yourself out of bed, you threw on your robe before you went to answer it. Your heart thudded as you looked through the peephole, half expecting to see Bucky on the other side. Your shoulders relaxed when you didnât see anyone, but you only opened the door a crack.
A familiar scent filled your nostrils as you opened it more. It reminded you of the bakery you liked to visit once a week. Homey, warm, comforting. But your stomach turned when you spotted the bag since you hadnât ordered anything.
Glancing down each side of the hall to make sure no one was there, you snatched up the bag and locked your door. Your lip wobbled when you looked inside and saw the note on top of the container. It matched the handwriting from the note in your bedroom.
âMost important meal of the day. Enjoy.â
You had half a mind to throw it out, but your grumbling stomach protested. It was your usual when you stopped into that bakery and for good reason since it was delicious. It shouldâve been a nice gesture. It shouldâve put a smile on your face. But how could it be when Bucky didnât learn those things about you naturally?
The doorbell rang again as you got to the table, your heart jolting from the sound and the bag dropping to the surface. âGet a grip,â you whispered, going back to the door. Maybe Bucky could send you to a spa so you could try to relax. Not that you would ask him. He wasnât your boyfriend.
Didnât matter how rich he was.
You looked through the peephole again, smiling when you saw Addison on the other side. She bounced on the balls of her feet, her caffeine likely kicking in already. âHey,â you greeted her when you opened the door.
âHey yourself!â Addison smiled, pulling you in for a hug. She raised an eyebrow as she stepped back and took a good look at you. âHow are you?â
âIâm great. Never better,â you tried to smile, stepping aside so she could go in. Guilt crept in from not being honest with a simple question. You weren't great at all. âIs everything okay?â
âYep. Why wouldnât it be?â
âI just wasnât expecting you to stop by so early, thatâs all," you replied, double checking the lock on the door.
âI thought Iâd swing by to check on you before I went to work. I didn't hear from you after I texted you and youâre usually really great about texting me back, so I wasn't sure if you were upset that we had to reschedule our plans or if something else was going on.â She paused when your face fell. You were so busy ignoring Bucky that you forgot to reply to her. âMaybe upset isnât the right word, but bummed? I know we havenât had much girl time lately outside of my wedding stuff.â
âI'm so sorry. Iâm not upset. Last night just got away from me,â you assured her. âBummed, Iâll give you that.â You added teasingly.
âAre you sure? I feel bad for bailing.â
âPlease, don't,â you said. She had no reason to feel bad. âYou get to go to The Terrace tonight, which is amazing. I donât blame you at all for rescheduling.â
Brady was not only a nice guy and a hard worker, but he practically worshiped the ground Addison walked on. He would spoil her rotten if he could. He just wanted to make her happy and she wanted the same for him. It was the kind of relationship you admired.
Addison nudged you with a smile. âHave I told you how awesome you are? And right? I couldnât believe it when Brady told me. Itâs The Terrace!â
âYou two will have a great time.â You said, leading her to the table so you didn't have to linger by the door. They deserved a nice night out. âOkay, Iâm being nosy, but did he happen to say how he got the reservation? I mean, theyâre usually pretty booked.â
âSo, listen to this,â she began as she sat down. She had your full attention. âHis new boss pulled him into his office yesterday and told him what a great job heâs been doing. Gave him a bonus and everything for all his hard work and said to celebrate by taking me out for dinner at a place of his choosing. He said âThe Terraceâ thinking thereâs no possible way, right?â
âRight,â You said, taking the food out of the bag and being careful to not let her see the note. âDo you want some?â
âNo thanks. I ate before I left, but that looks amazing,â she said before she continued. âTwo phone calls later, there was a table booked for us! I think he was a little embarrassed when he told me since someone else technically pulled some strings for him, but I donât care. He works his ass off and itâs about time it was recognized.â
âI agree,â you said, replaying the words in your mind. âWait, did you say new boss?â
âYeah, just started a couple of weeks ago. Kind of surprised Brady since his old boss still had a year or so left, but he took early retirement. And the new boss takes his job pretty seriously, but seems like a good guy from what Iâve heard.â
You swallowed heavily. âWhat⌠Whatâs his name? The new boss?â
Addisonâs brows furrowed as you picked at the food. âI think his name is Nick. Why?â
Your next breath was much easier. Bucky was making you paranoid in all aspects of life. âNo reason. I just think thatâs really nice of him,â you smiled.
Your friend didnât look convinced for a moment. âYou sounded and looked really weird when you asked.â
âJust hungry. You know how I get,â you said, forcing yourself to take a bite.
She raised an eyebrow before she shrugged. âAt least you donât get hangry like Dana,â she teased. âBut yes! It was nice of him. Itâs a great way to support employees.â Her eyes lit up before she smacked the table. âOoh! I should ask if heâs single.â
âNo, no, no. Donât do that, please,â you begged. The last thing you needed to deal with was pulling an innocent man into whatever was going on with you and Bucky.
âWhy not? We need to find you a man and heâs good looking. Or you know what? I think one of the groomsmen might also be single now. Maybe we could set you up with him?â
âNo, Addison,â you said, trying not to let your emotions get the better of you when she had no idea what had transpired in your life over the last couple of days.
Your friend sank back in her chair, her previous excitement gone. âWhatâs going on with you?â
âNothing,â you said, putting another bite of food into your mouth in the hopes that youâd keep more words from tumbling out. It wasnât good to keep it bottled up, but a powerful man had threatened her. Your best friend.
âOh, yeah? Then give me a good reason why I shouldnât set you up with someone. Just one,â she challenged.
âOkay, fine.â Buckyâs face shimmered in your mind as you said, âIt isn't set in stone, but I may have a date for the wedding. Maybe.â
You shifted in your seat, wishing you didnât say that. It was the only thing that could possibly stop Addison from setting you up with someone else. Pulling anyone else into whatever game Bucky was playing wasnât a smart move. Not until you could figure out how to get yourself out of this mess.
Addison's eyes went wide as she sat up and swatted at your arm. âOh, my God! Youâre asking about The Terrace when you buried the lead?! No wonder youâve been off this morning! Tell me everything!â
âThere isn't much to tell really, butâŚâ Your heart sank as your friend literally moved to the edge of her seat, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and happiness. âHe's handsome. Successful. Headstrong. Likes to read in his spare time. And for some reason, he really seems to like me.â
âAhh! This is amazing. You're really growing out of your shell. I'm so proud of you.â Addison nearly knocked you out of your chair when she launched at you and hugged you tight. âAnd what do you mean he likes you âfor some reasonâ? Youâre a fucking goddess, okay? Say it. Say âIâm a fucking goddessâ.â
âYouâre a fucking goddess,â you joked, giggling when she hugged you tighter. âOkay, okay. Iâm a fucking goddess. Let me breathe, please.â
âYeah, you are.â She pulled back to take a seat again, a wide smile still on her face. âThis is amazing news. I canât wait to meet him.â
âWell, I'm sure everyone will love him,â you said. And you had no doubt they would. Something told you he would be the perfect charmer, telling everyone what they wanted to hear and showing them what they wanted to see. As well as being a doting boyfriend.
âIf you like him then he must be great.â
âYeah,â you said. You probably wouldâve liked Bucky if things played out differently. âAnd you're sure he can go? I understand if he can't and I'm sure he would, too, since the wedding is just around the corner and itâs still so new.â
âOf course, he can go. Everyone is going to be thrilled.â She took one of your hands when you looked in your lap. You didnât want to look up in case tears sprang to your eyes. âHey. Youâve been the bridesmaid long enough. Itâs about time you meet someone who finally makes you the bride.â
Tears filled your eyes anyway, but you blinked them away. If Bucky had his way, youâd be his bride soon enough. âListen. Addison-â
âShit, I gotta go before Iâm late. Iâm so sorry.â She grabbed her bag as she stood up and gave you one last hug. She was in such a hurry that she thankfully didnât catch your misty gaze. It was better that way. âText me, okay? We can talk more tomorrow.â
âOkay,â you nodded.
âAnd I wonât say anything to the rest of the girls until you do,â she promised, rushing to the door. âSeriously, so happy for you!â
âThanks. I appreciate that,â you called after her. âHave fun tonight!â
âI will! Love you!â
The door shut, leaving you alone and in silence. You placed your head on the table with a groan. You were an idiot. No, that was cruel to think about yourself. You just felt cornered and reacted accordingly. And now you had to bring Bucky to the wedding, which was what he wanted.
What have I gotten myself into?
You lifted your head after a minute to finish your breakfast. As much as you wanted to lay about all day, you had to be productive. Plus you had to look at your phone eventually. You wondered how many more times Bucky messaged you. You also wondered if there were any stories or articles about him online.
Would snooping make things better or worse?
Making sure your front door was locked, you finally went to retrieve your phone. Stretching out on your bed, you picked up the phone and swiped until you got to Buckyâs messages. You scrolled through to the last one you sent, when you told him you had plans.
âYou have plans? They really want to meet you.â
âI can still bring the dress over if you want. Just in case.â
âAlready thinking about our second date. I want to make it special. I never want to stop wooing you.â
âSweet dreams. Wish you were here so I could hold you.â
Your heart sank as you kept reading them, the words blurring together on the screen.
âHaving a hard time sleeping since you havenât answered me. I hope you're okay.â
âMaybe I should get you a new phone.â
âIgnoring me, Kotyonok? Playing hard to get?â
The last message came through a minute ago.
âShould I just come over and check on you?â
Your heart jumped to your throat as you typed out a message. What were the chances of him showing up if you didnât respond? It was better not to risk it. You had ignored him enough. âSorry, Bucky. Iâm not glued to my phone and I crashed last night after our date. Thanks for sending breakfast over. That was a surprise.â
It wasnât the end of the conversation, of course. âItâs okay. Just worries me when I donât hear from you.â As if he had the right to worry about you when he caused you worry to begin with. âIâm glad you enjoyed it.â
You went to set your phone down, but saw more dots on the screen. âYou sure I canât see you tonight? The guys are really eager to meet you. I want you to meet them, too.â
Reading that made your stomach roll. Would they be like Ray? Complicit? âI told you I have plans. Iâm sorry. Maybe another time.â
Another message popped up almost immediately. âWhich one do you like better?â
Two images of Bucky appeared after the text. He stood with confidence in front of a sleek sink that you could only assume was in his bathroom. The pictures were nearly identical, minus the fact that the first image had him in a dark green jacket and the second had him in blue. But that wasnât what made your next breath shaky.
He stared right into the mirror, the lens capturing his gaze so that it penetrated the screen. He seemed to be looking right at you. Unflinching. Unwavering.
Your fingers shook as you typed back to him. âThe blue. It brings out your eyes.â
Your phone rang a second later. Now he was calling. You let it ring for a bit longer before you answered. âHello?â
âMorning, Kotyonok.â He purred on the other end. âHope I'm not bothering you. I just needed to hear your voice.â
âMorning.â When has a man ever called just to hear you speak? âNot sure why you need to hear it. I donât think my voice is nice to listen to,â you said.
He chuckled. âYou have a beautiful voice. I could listen to you talk all day.â Your cheeks flamed. He knew how to lay it on thick. âYouâre right about the jacket. The blue is the better choice. And itâll be a lot easier to get your opinion once weâre living together.â
You shut your eyes and counted to three. âSo, youâre still convinced Iâm going to live with you?â
âBefore the end of the month. My promise to you.â
âWeâll see,â you said, blaming your lack of wit on your lack of caffeine.
There was some shuffling in the background that you could only make out since you went quiet. âExcited to meet my friends tonight?â
âIâm not meeting them tonight. I told you more than once that I have plans,â you reiterated. You weren't budging on that, even if all youâd do was curl up with a book. He didn't have to know.
He chuckled again, like he knew a secret you didn't. âThatâs right. You did tell me that.â It was strange that he didn't ask what your plans were. âAre you ready for the day? Or are you still not dressed?â
Your eyes flickered around the room. He wasnât there. He couldnât see you. It was fine. âI still need to shower and get ready,â you said.
He hummed. âThe shower here is nice. Youâll love the tub here, too. Has plenty of room for both of us.â
âBucky-â
âItâs perfect for me to fuck you in it.â His voice was rougher and you thought you heard him incorrectly. âI dreamt about that last night. Bouncing you up and down on my cock as your cries filled the room, the water splashing around us. Sounded so fucking pretty.â
Your mouth fell open when you heard more shuffling. And moaning. A deep, hungry moan. âWhat are youâŚâ Was he⌠Was he touching himself as he spoke to you? Jerking off? No. He couldnât be. âBucky, Iâm-â
âI love hearing you say my name. Say it again, Kotyonok,â he rasped, his breathing heavier. So was yours. âSay it.â
You bit your tongue. You didnât want to say it or hear any of this. It was filthy. Wrong. But you obeyed anyway. âBucky,â you whispered.
The next sound he let out was something you could only describe as pornographic. âIâm so hard for you. And youâre wet for me, arenât you? Fuck, I wish I was there to take care of you.â You rubbed your thighs together and ignored the heat in your body. It was a natural reaction. Fear. It had to be. âTalk to me. Let me hear that pretty voice.â
âIâŚâ Your eyes squeezed shut, your chest lightly heaving. Dread gripped you and you didnât know what to say. âI canât.â
âOh, Iâve imagined that, too. Telling me you canât take my cock. That itâs too big. Too much.â He panted and something told you to keep listening instead of hanging up on him. âYouâll take it. Youâll take me. Like a good girl.â
You covered your mouth, afraid of whatever sound would come out as his heavy breathing persisted in your ear. You could almost imagine him pinning you down with his weight, taking you apart. Making you say his name. Spilling inside you as he said yours.
Bucky said he wasn't a monster. That he wouldn't hurt you. But what was he going to do to you?
âFuck, youâll look so gorgeous when IâŚâ Bucky trailed off, all sounds of pleasure on his end coming to a halt. âFor fuckâs sake, what?! What is so fucking important right now?!â
You pulled the phone away from your ear, your heart pounding. You thought you heard Ray in the background, but couldnât be sure. âI-I should probably go,â you said, grateful for the interruption.
âI understand, Ray. Just give me a fucking second.â Bucky exhaled before he spoke again. âIâm sorry about that. I donât want to go, but I have to.â
His tone was much gentler since it was directed back at you. âSo do I. I need to shower,â you said. To wash off whatever just transpired even though he didn't touch you.
âWish I was there to help clean you up and get you dirty all over again.â You heard the smile in his voice and fought the urge to get sick. âHave a good day, okay? Weâll finish this later. I promise.â
You tossed your phone away and sat up, your hands gripping the sheets as you inhaled and exhaled. Did that really just happen? One-sided phone sex or whatever the hell it was? The sounds of his moans rang in your ears. Thankfully the heat was no longer spreading through your body.
This wasn't your fault.
But you couldâve yelled for him to stop. You couldâve hung up. You didnât do either of those things. Could've, would've, should've.
Where was your fire?
âItâs fine,â you whispered, biting your lip almost hard enough to draw blood. âIâm fine. This is all going to be fine.â
You refused to be anything other than fine. And he wasnât at your place, so you were safe and sound, right? You had to be.
Lying to yourself didn't make you feel any better. It didnât stop you from rushing to the toilet when you dry heaved. And it didn't stop you from wondering when heâd finish what he started over the phone.
Bucky continues to leave an impression, doesn't he? And he's convinced you're going to see his friends, isn't he? Love and thanks for reading! â¤ď¸
Masterlist â Bucky Barnes Masterlist â Ko-Fi
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your next glow up?
note â i wasn't gonna post this now but i figured fuck it why not?! enjoy, my loves! this is for entertainment purposes only <3 take what resonates and leave what doesnât. p.s. come in my ask box and tell me what you think!
PILE ONE.
pile mf ONE, you are really stepping into a new era! when i tell you this new you is gonna turn HEADS. tuh, youâre gonna be looking like new money. nicki minajâs ânew bodyâ verse is coming to mind lol âyou ainât fuck me, you fucked the old body. you ainât fuck nicki, you fucked nicole body! ainât no miles on this here new body, off with they heads these bitches is nobodyâs.â OH YEAH OKAYYY, PILE 1. maybe youâll be hitting the gym more, switching up your diet or possibly getting some cosmetic work done?
whatever youâre doing differently, itâs gonna be noticeable. people are gonna feel like something changed with you overnight like âum when did pile 1 get so bad?â and this isnât to say you arenât already attractiveâŚthereâs just something about your energy and confidence that just amplified x1000 and people are really gonna feel and see this change in you. you might start experimenting with your outfits a little more, giving off a more seductive vibe. itâs like you're breaking out of your comfort zone especially if you usually opt for baggier clothes or a more conservative look. wait cause why am i thinking of âpretty little liarsâ when emily is talking to aria about hanna and sheâs like âhavenât you heard? sheâs the it girl now.â PERIOD, PILE ONE. giving serena page vibes from love island.
there will be a lot of talk about you and even if you donât hear it directly, trust me, people are gonna try to keep tabs on you. iâm seeing people re-watch your instagram stories tryna figure out who took you that place and who youâre doing it with â oh these people are spiralingggg. this could very well be potential suitors tryna scope out the scenery, but theyâre not sure if youâll be interested in them. they might fear rejection because you just look so damn good and it looks like youâre in such a better space in life and got your shit together; whereas they feel like they lack the resources/finances to be with you. these potential love interests see you as high value, pile 1. theyâre intimidated by your beauty and aura. youâll be more so focused on attracting a partner that can actually make shit happen.
you donât have time for the cat and mouse games. you want the real deal and i do see you getting the person that you want. you manifested this person into your life and i sense them feeling like they won the lottery with you! iâm hearing that you are sooo mesmerizing on the outside and your heart & personality makes you so much more beautiful. thereâs layers to you and i think this next glow up will allow you to really shine and be yourself unapologetically â youâre leaning into the different aspects of yourself that makes you unique. if thereâs anything youâve got your mind set on or something specific you want to do, go for it! whatever you do, youâll stand out effortlessly and be successful. say yes by floetry is coming to mind. âsee, iâve been watching you for awhileâŚyour smile and style. wanna know if i can be with you for the night, alright.â i meannnnn need i say more?!
how to tap into this energy?
listen closely to your intuition! work on your third eye because iâm hearing that youâre a powerful manifester and you donât even truly know it. even if you do know this, you start doubting yourself and limiting your own thoughts. always think big and bigger because itâs in your reach. donât get so caught up in the âhow?â because your manifestations can appear in many different ways, not just one. you have a clear vision into the future â you just gotta adjust your lens and focus on what it is that YOU want. who cares if it doesnât make sense to anyone else, as along as you see the vision then itâs a go! listen to âi want it allâ by sharpay evans lol you need to embody that song and its energy.
PILE TWO.
hey, pile 2! iâm hearing youâve been putting up with the bullshit for wayyyy too long and this next glow up is gonna be a proper FUCK YOU to all your haters! i feel like people take your kindness for weakness and you feel like you donât get the respect you deserve. you can deal with a lot of passive aggression in your relationships or friendships and people expect for you to suck it up and be okay with it. what iâm mainly picking up is that you like to keep the peace. you donât want to ruffle anyoneâs feather, but it just makes it worse for you because youâre not truly expressing yourself and your emotions. this keeps you up at night like âugh! i shouldâve said this or I shouldâve stuck up for myself and finally cussed so and so tf out.â but you donât because you know why, pile 2? youâre better than them, simple as that.
you wouldnât treat anybody how some people treat you, and the reality is that itâs so much harder to be nice than it is to be mean. anybody can be mean and say hurtful shit if they really wanted to, but to always be graceful and kind in the face of adversity and ignorance? rare af. +10000 aura points! donât let anybody make you feel less than or like you canât speak up for yourself. this next glow up youâre going to use your voice and really make it known that you are not to be fucked with, okay?! you will be standing your ground and really popping your shit in the most calm and collected way possible & people are gonna be like âwaitâŚdid [y/n] really just clock me like that?!â and youâre gonna be standing 10 toes down on it as you should. theyâll have no choice but to respect you lol. you will start to realize what is worth your time & energy and what isnât.
you might start cutting off people that donât mean you any good and really start to focus on yourself and your energy. no more walking on egg shells and sparing peoples feelings, this is YOUR life and you have a voice just as much as they do â so use it! i think youâll also be meeting new friends & a potential love interest during this next glow up. iâm hearing âhow stella got her groove backâ lol so yeah some of you might be playing the field a little bit.
some of you might just want something casual and nothing more because you just want to focus on your own healing journey. youâll start to understand why things had to happen the way that they did & why certain relationships didnât work out the way that you thought they would. youâll be able to decipher what you are and arenât willing to put up with and honestly i just see you bossing tf up and advocating for yourself no matter who doesnât like it. that tiktok ânobody loves you baby! you should only love yourself â ON MY SOUL!â just randomly came to me lmfaooo this is your âiâm focusing on what really matters aka meâ era and i think itâs exactly what you need pile 2.
how to tap into this energy?
i think you need to transmute the negative energy that people try to project on you into something positive. 12:12 on the clock, yeah. like look at this way, if people doubt you, donât respect you or donât feel like your capable of achieving great things then use that to your advantage. let them underestimate you all they want, and then BAM boss up on them and show them who tf you are. what they donât know only makes you stronger. you have the power to make some powerful ass connections and make a name for yourself so be calculated & strategic with your moves. people will be eating their words when it comes to you, pile 2.
PILE THREE.
pile 3 your next glow up is gonna be a bit of an emotional rollercoaster ngl, but very rewarding nonetheless. iâm hearing that one tiktok sound âyou gotta take the good with the bad, smile with the sad. love what you got and remember what you had.â so yeah i think youâre really gonna be figuring out how to transmute your energy and create something from it â whether that be a job opportunity, a love offer, a trip, etc. thereâs something that you really want and youâre doing the work to make it happen. you have the plan, you just need the platform lol.
for some of you, i see a major relationship coming to an end. this could be a lover or a best friend, but this person will be exposed because theyâre not who you thought they were. this person has very sneaky/deceptive energy and youâve been in the dark about this for way too long. this person/connection means a lot to you, so you will feel like this is a tough situation to completely walk away from; but my sweet pile 3âs you will be more than okay! you will be spectacular! 10:10 was just on the clock.
allow yourself to sort through your emotions and learn from the situation, donât let it weigh you down. sometimes we get too caught up in how long weâve been with somebody and all of the good memories we made with them, that makes us hesitant to move on. sometimes things just run its course and youâre no longer in alignment with that person. you canât force anything or anyone in your life that doesnât align with your highest self and that can be very hard to process when emotions are involved but iâm happy to let you know thereâs light at the end of the tunnel.
i see some of you traveling to a place youâve always wanted to go and possibly meeting a potential love interest. in this next glow up, youâll be doing things that youâve always wanted to do cause thereâs no one holding you back. youâre stepping out of your comfort zone and just taking a leap of faith â high risk, high reward. youâre gonna be making time for yourself and also prioritizing your hobbies/interests. this is beautiful, pile 3. i see you really getting in touch with who you are at the core. be kind and gentle with yourself, because you are a precious gem that a lot of people value and care about.
how to tap into this energy?
stop giving your power away. work on your throat chakra, my loves. your voice is your power and itâs one of the major keys to your success. a closed mouth doesnât get fed, so you need to speak up and communicate what it is that YOU want and not just say what people want to hear. this next glow up will really have you standing in your power. release is needed especially verbally cause you know that tight feeling you get in your throat when youâre tryna stop yourself from crying? yeah no more of that. no more walking on egg shells, pile 3. say what you feel and stand on it & watch how the tides turn in your favor. mwah!
PILE FOUR.
alright, pile 4! for this next glow up i see you moving. some of you might actually be moving into a new home or apartment and itâs gonna grant you so much peace and comfort. for others of you, this could be you moving on emotionally from a toxic relationship and/or familial bond and finally getting the clarity and peace you need to cut all ties and move onto something better. whatever the situation may be, it was weighing heavy on you and making you feel very down.
youâre gonna feel so free when you leave this situation behind, itâs not even funny. iâm hearing that you were a gilded bird in a cage. some of you couldâve been moving from place to place, not feeling quite settled or financially stable. if you feel lost right now and like you donât know what to do with your life/where itâs taking you, i just wanna say keep going â W.A.Y.S. by jhenĂŠ aiko is coming to mind. âif there's one thing that i learned while in those county lines, is that everything takes time. you have gotta lose your pride, you have gotta lose your mind just to find your peace of mind.â awww yeah thatâs your theme song for this next glow up. things might not make sense right now, but please trust me when i say that everything is going to work out in your favor & things will be better than you could ever imagine.
you will be blessed with the tools you need to get to this next phase of your life. you are the source, pile 4. whatever you put your mind to, you can surely achieve! donât let 3D circumstances throw you off, you are so abundant and prosperous you will see in this next glow up just how much of a powerful manifester you really are. youâre still trying to find yourself and figure out where you fit in in the world, but you donât have to put yourself in a box, pile 4. pave your own way and once you do others will want to follow suit. no one can see your future the way that you do, so keep doing your thing because iâm seeing that you will come across people/friends that share similar interests and niches as you. awww pile 4 youâre going to find your soul tribe.
you have this flighty energy about you (air sign energy/esp gemini) like youâre from one thing to the next and you canât figure out what you truly want to do. some of you might be in college or almost about to graduate and when people ask you âdo you know what you want to do?â youâre like uhhhhâŚ.]>|>]^>.]âŹ]âŹ]ÂŁ like you truly donât know but like thatâs okay cause actually you do know! on a soul level, you know. whatâs understood doesnât have to be explained pile 4 lol people might not get it now but when you pop out living the life youâve always dreamed of, TUH. theyâll understand then.
how to tap into this energy?
get out of your head so much and just vibe, pile 4. you can plan plan plan all you want but the reality is: shit happens! it might annoy you or make you feel incredibly frustrated when another problem or inconvenience pops up in your life, but thereâs nothing you canât overcome. itâs life. you will be greatful for these experiences in the long run because it will be another bridge that youâve already crossed and dealt with, so you wonât fold under pressure â youâll just already know what to do. you got this, pile 4. shit is about to get really good for you.
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Peculiar (P 0.5)
Cregan Stark x seer!Reader
Summary: After a frightening vision, the reader has to make sure Cregan is okay.
Warnings: misinterpreting the Red mf Wedding đ
A/n: THIS IS A PREQUEL TO THIS! And based on an ask!
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She could cry.
The visions had been getting better. She had been doing better. But suddenly, a horrific sight flooded her mind and she couldn't stop it from happening.Â
Stark blood stained the stone floors of a great castle.
"The Lannisters send their regardsâŚ" she sniffled. That was all she could remember of it. "The LannistersâŚ"
She feared what her great lord husband would think when he found out about her⌠peculiarity. He knew of it only in speech, never seeing it for himself.Â
She couldn't let him view what she had become.Â
Her handmaiden had told her to keep Cregan at arms distance in order to keep her dreams and visions from scaring him, or worse, casting her aside.Â
But she couldn't handle it tonight.
She needed to see that he was okay.
She jumped up and walked out of her chamber, not bothering to grab her robe.
Her feet padded against the cold floor of Winterfell as she ran to his room.Â
But once she reached the door that she knew was his, she hesitated.Â
She should not interrupt his sleep.
She shouldn't bother him.
She shouldn'tâŚ
She knocked on the door and waited.
After a while, the door opened with a creak. Cregan's tired form filled the doorway. He was angry, reasonably so, thinking that a servant had interrupted his sleep. But seeing the culprit to be his wife, he softened his tone, "Whatever is the matter?"
"I⌠I just⌠I-" she stopped herself, realizing how pathetic her words had become.
Cregan tilted his head, rubbing his eyes forcefully. "What is it?"
"I needed to see you," she almost whimpered.
He paused and considered her words. "You wanted to see me?" He questioned.
"I needed to see that you're alright," she clarified.
"I am fine," he stated, holding his arms out as proof. "I was abed, slumbering quite peacefully. You have nothing to fret over."
She steadied her breathing, "Right." She rubbed her arm soothingly. "It was foolish of me to wake you. Please forgive me."
"I will if you tell me what caused such a ruckus in your mind," he stated, a twinkling coming to his eye as his mind finally was beginning to wake.
He hadn't gotten to spend as much time with her as he had hoped. She was skittish, and fairly so, but he couldn't find a way to connect with her.Â
Perhaps it was because she wished for her own room. Or so Cregan had been led to believe.Â
"Well?" He questioned when she gave no response.
"I saw something."
"Alright," he said as he took in her words. "What is it that you saw? Are you alright?"
"No, my lord," she persisted. "I saw something."
Oh.
He knew that she had visions, but he had yet to see the effects of them.
And now here she was, teary-eyed in the night at his door, begging to see that he was alright.
Whatever had occurred must have been quite serious.
He hummed in thought. Rather than saying anything, he moved out of the doorway, motioning with his head for her to come in.
She obeyed and walked into his room. She walked past him and began to observe his chambers.
The room was lit only by the flames of the fire in the fireplace. She walked to the fire to warm her.
Cregan shut the door and turned to her. "Chilled?"
She shrugged lightly as she stared into the flames.
He moved next to her. His hand brushed against her lower back in an attempt to sooth her.
"There was⌠there was blood," she whispered out. "Stark blood."
He felt a chill go down his spine. "Stark blood?" He rubs a hand down his small beard and huffs. "Sit down. I want to hear it all."
"You don't," she countered.
"I promise to you that I do. Now sit," he commanded softly.
She considered his words then nodded, sitting on the sofa by the fire. She pulled her legs up to her chest and began. "Well, I usually try to forget."
Cregan sat down next to her but left enough room to let her be comfortable. "If you don't wish to tell me, just say so."
"I'll remember. Just⌠give me a moment."
"Take your time," he remarked sweetly.
They sat in silence for a while.
"The lion will set a trap and the young wolf will fall. Red will rain down⌠as the king meets his match."
Cregan hummed. "That's a harsh dream, don't you think? Do they always frighten you like this?"
"There was⌠a feast⌠aâŚ. A wedding feast. There was a Stark. I'm sure it was you, I'm sure of it. And⌠and a wife that I⌠I hope is me. She was with child butâŚ" her voice trailed off completely this time.
"But�" He pushed.
"But... the wedding was a trap. And you died. It was horrid."
"Do your dreams always come true?"
"Not usually. But⌠I imagine that they will one day. That day is just not come yet."
He thought for a while, leaning back on the sofa. "Is there anything else of note to this dream?"
"They said something. Before⌠before we were slaughtered."
His face paled, "You as well?"Â
She nodded, "Well⌠I believe I may have been first. Me andâŚ" the words got caught in her throat. "âŚtheâŚthe child."
Cregan's mind began to go into overdrive. The child? She believed he would ever let something befall her and a child of his in that manner?Â
He already felt protective over the non-existent babe.
"What did they say?" He asked lowly as he looked to her.
She continued to stare at the flames. " 'The Lannisters send their regards.' "
Cregan stood and began to pace as he rubbed his forehead with his hand. The other was placed on his hip.
She watched his shadow dance across the ceiling as he moved. "Do you think me mad?"
He paused and turned his head to look at her. "What?"
"It's alright if you do. The people do. I've heard their whispers in the night when they think I cannot hear them. I imagine you whisper as well."
"You are my wife. Why would I ever-"
"-Please. Do not lie to save my dignity." She sniffled. "You have a wife that will surely go mad by her last days. It's alright to admit it."
"You're not mad, nor will you be," he stated forcefully, trying to make her believe it. "Do they speak to you in that manner? Do they say things to you?"
"Sometimes," she answered with a dead tone. She was indifferent to it all now.Â
He sighed. "I understand your need for space, but I'd like you to move into here. Permanently. What do you think?"
"I shouldn't."
He marched to her and knelt in front of her. "I want you to feel safe. Wanted." He took her hand. "Whether this vision is the very vision of truth or whether it's all shit, I'm tired of this wall between us. Now, will you help me tear it down?"
She bit the inside of her cheek and nodded.
He smiled lightly, brushing her cheek with his calloused fingers. "Thank you. Perhaps you should rest. It's still fairly early in the night. Enough time to find sleep."
"I couldn't sleep now. I never can after seeing things."
"Hmm. Well⌠perhaps you'll indulge me by laying by my side as I rest?" He offered, hoping to coax her under the warm furs.
He wanted to further tease her, but stopped himself, knowing that she was working through her thoughts. "I'm only asking for your company and nothing more."
She nodded.
He smiled and took her hand, leading her to the bed and pulling the furs aside. "The journey from your room to this one must have been cold. Were you so concerned for me you didn't grab a cloak?"
When she said nothing, he took that as an answer enough. "Let us get you warm then."
The two settled into the bed, the constantly flickering light from the flames almost leaving them in darkness.
She laid on the edge of the bed. She didn't want to overstep her welcome. She wasn't sure how far that welcome extended.
But his large arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him, and a chuckle came from his throat. "I wouldn't invite you if I didn't want you here."
She snuggled into his chest and relished the heat that radiated from him.
"I am sorry I have not been more attentive to you," he mentioned. "I should have been kinder and more welcoming."
"No," she interrupted. "I've pushed you away-"
"-Because I made you feel as if that was the best outcome." He brushed hair from her face. "Don't fret about that anymore. And in the morning, I want a list of those who have spoken unkindly to you."
"What will you do?"
He said nothing, only holding her closer.
As she began to lull to sleep, he smiled. "I won't let a Lannister touch you. That I can promise."
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A/n: dare I make a part 3 when she's pregnant???? And have more visions??? I love how much everyone was trying to figure out what they were
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