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Mr.Write 📝 Right: Chapter 2

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☑️🤍A/N: This chapter is a lot more lengthier than the first. But I tried to keep it interesting, so if you could please read it until the end!

☑️🤍Genre: Slow burn, Romance, Fantasy, Comedy, Drama.

☑️🤍Word count: 14.7k

☑️🤍Warnings: Self Sabotage, Struggles of Self Confidence, Mentions of smut, Mentions of Sexual Assault, Mentions of Bullying, Trauma, Sexist/Misogynist Boss! Masturbation, and Language.

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Upon walking into the library it was cold, empty, and dim. Wouldn't it be too late for the library to be open? Why isn’t anyone here?

The feeling of being out of place was overwhelming when you looked down at yourself.

You were still wearing your silk two-piece pajama set. (which you felt both sexy and aroused in during your reading sessions)

But wearing it here in the library?

You wouldn’t dare.

This must be one of your exotic dreams, but it is in a library of all places. It is a place where you can obtain sex filled romance novels, but it is not an ideal location to engage in any sexual activity whatsoever.

In most cases, these dreams are related to a story that you have read. The problem is, you did not recall reading any sexually explicit material prior to going to sleep about a library.

Yet, you did have a particular individual in mind, envisioning him as the male protagonist of your story, but he hasn't appeared in any of your dreams.

It would be a simple matter to include him in your daydreams, but in a dream, for some reason, it proved to be more difficult.

There was something quite ominous about the darkness, and the fact that you were the only one in it made it worse. There is still a trauma associated with what happened in the bathroom at that party when you weren’t alone in the dark.

It is possible for anyone to come out of nowhere and take advantage of your weakness, without you being aware of what is taking place.

Therefore, your first step is to snoop around to locate the chatty librarian at the front desk and report to them. It was only them that you would speak to every week you had come here, perhaps they could inform you of what the hell was happening.

Aside from the scanner on top of the tall counter, there is nothing else to be seen on the except for a bell that had been placed there to request customer service.

You tap repeatedly on the crown of the bell in an attempt to summon them to the desk. An electric flicker and a buzz are heard, and then a beam of light appears, illuminating the room, but still leaving the things closest to the walls in shadow.

While turning away slowly from the front desk, you notice that an overhead light is illuminated on the romance fiction that you are drawn to so frequently.

Walking forward among the wooden flooring made the planks creak underneath the stutter in your movements. You look over to the double doors to the entrance in case of need for escape, but it’s cut off by a bunch of bookshelves you didn’t see before.

As you look everywhere else it was the same. It was as if everything around you had been cut off by the bookshelves and tables that walled you in towards the open entrance of the section.

Now you only have the option of entering with a new sense of fear. You moved underneath the overhead light, you could see everything in close proximity and it made you fell safe.

The atmosphere changed once a tall muscular silhouette emerged from behind the shelf on the opposite side from which you entered, and vanished into the shadows near the walls while reading a book with a lowered head.

It forcefully closes the book shut and makes a silhouette makes a mesmerizing "Hmmm" sound. It turns and makes eye contact with you and your stomach churns in fear. Stumbling backward, you are confronted with another bookshelf that used to be the entrance to the section.

Even though they scare the living- no dreaming shit out of you, somehow there’s have an odd familiarity about them.

Your feet are frozen to the ground as the figures walk forth slowly into the light. The first thing that is revealed about them are their feet, which are dressed in black pointed dress shoes, followed by their black jeans, their black dress shirt, and finally their face.

Surely you can be mistaken when the white hair, round silver glasses and pearl earrings that are all to familiar to you appear.

“Hongjoong?!”

There he was, in all his glory, in your actual dreams for the first time rather than in the ones you force yourself to daydream about. The same black outfit he wore on your last coffee date, which you are not quite sure was a date, was the outfit you gushed over the previous time you had seen him.

“Why do you act so surprised in seeing me love? Am I not all what you think about these days?” He inches forward he drags his single black fingernail painted hand along the array of hard books on the shelf, and pauses right in front of you.

In normal circumstances, you would melt at the mention of the nickname, but with him taking up residence in your dreams, everything felt surreal and overwhelming. So much to the point you couldn’t even get any words out.

“No, this isn’t real. You, you’re not real.” You think in your mind.

“That may be be true, but tell me that I’m wrong. Why would I be here, in your dreams?”

What the fuck, he can read my thoughts? But wait he is my thoughts. Why is he here now, when I have thought about him all this time?

“Isn’t this not what you have been wanting? Me to appear in your dreams and unleash your rush of desires onto me the only way you can in this fantasy?”

Unable to still speak from your mouth due to shock you continue to think in your head.

"Yes, this what I've always desired. My soul longs for you and I crave you so badly. In every book I read, in every fiction I enjoy online, in every vibrator that touches my pussy, I think about you constantly. It's sort of scary, however, because it's not the setting I imagined it to be.”

"I understand this love, so do not be scared. I do not intend to hurt you, in fact I want to do the complete opposite of you let me. You wanna change the setting? Let me fix that for you.”

With the snap of his fingers, candles appear atop the shelves around the perimeter of the room.A breeze of wind causes flames to enlighten the wicks of the candle. It is still dim in the room, but you can now make out everything in the light. Somehow, everything is back in its original place again.

“How’s that my love? Better?”

Outwardly, you nod your head but on the inside of your mind you say, “Yes much better thank you so much.”

The pleasure is mine...now how would you like to feel the pleasure directly?”

Furrowing your brows in confusion you look intensely at the candles reflecting into his silver trimmed circle glasses. This time you find the courage to speak aloud. “What? Do you mean…”

“Yes my love that is exactly what I mean. You’ve been thinking about it for weeks haven’t you? Tell me what you want.”

Looking down at his hands you admire the one black painted fingernail in which you have yet to decipher its meaning. “I-I want your fingers inside of me.”

With another snap of his fingers your laid on the table he used to type away at his laptop in before you told him that awful lie about it bring in risk of getting stolen. “I’m gonna touch you now yeah?”

Nodding your head, “Yes, please do.” you say it aloud.

“Good girl, keep that up and you might just get greatly rewarded.”

Your spinne shivers against the cold wooden frame as he cascades his hands along your silk top to where you need him most. He takes his stumpy thick thumb and run tentatively at your clitoris.

It’s that moment where you let out a whine when he takes away his thumb. “Please, I need you.”

He lets out a chuckles before reaching his hand in the air. A snap rings out throughout the whole library and you feel a breeze. You look down to see that your pajama bottoms are completely removed. But no, you feel really bare, and you don’t wear underwear before you sleep so that means…

“Oh your pussy is prettier than I could’ve ever imagined it to be my love.”

You immediately close your legs in embarrassment, but your thighs are so wet it makes it difficult to keep them that way when their slipping in precum.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything that just means your ready for me to take you like the slut you are.”

It’s hard you to think nor speak in response to what he just said. At your silence, he starts rubbing up and down your folds collecting your wetness.

“Awe is all of this just for me love? You get this wet before I even laid a finger on you darling?”

Nodding your head frantically, you stutter out a “Yes, it’s all because of you Hongjoong. I become so fucking soaked. Do you know how many pairs of underwear you ruined from me thinking about you at work?”

He chuckles at he works at rubbing your folds at a steady pace making you wetter by the second. You can feel a pool of it that was once warm, cool underneath your ass. “Too many to count. You ready baby?”

Bringing up one of your hands to tweak at one of your nipples, you bite your lip as you grant him an approving nod. “I’m so ready for you Hongjoong.”

With a smirk creeping slowly on his face, he makes eye contact and his glasses lower newt the tip of his nose. Your desperate expression appears on your face as you tweek at your nipple and the teasing of his slender digits.

“Well let’s not waste anymore time.”

He surely doesn’t because his fingers dive so quickly into your cunt you didn’t have the time to prepare yourself. Even more so, he starts off at such a fast pace that it has your hips moving up from the table.

“F-fuck joongie that feels so good.” He pushes your hips back down and work faster “Try to keep still like a obedient little slut.”

It feel so good that you have to hold your breath just to focus solely on the feeling the tip of his index and middle. The tip of them hit that spongy spit in your pussy every time.

“Ah fuck right there joongie, make me come!” He pulls out his soaked digits and work feverishly on your swollen clit.

After chuckling deeply, he responds, "Well, all you need to do is wake up."

You stare at him confused, “wait where-

“Sweet dreams, my love.” and then in a sudden snap of his fingers the candles blow out the room into darkness.

While gasping for air you wake up and continue the action of working at your clit and you cum hard, shaking against your warm bedded sheets.

A moment later, you sit there quietly staring at the ceiling while slowly absorbing everything that had just occurred. This weekend your imagination had been working over time with him as its boss, but now he has taken full control.

Blinking slowly, you regain full consciousness to realize that your alarm has been going off for the past fifteen minutes. Upon actually waking up, you move onto your side to sit up and hit the snooze button.

It was when you looked down on your white sheets that you noticed the dark gray, wet spot you dreamed about was on the table. Your shorts that he magically snapped off are on the edge of the bed, and your nipples are erect and red from you toying with them.

Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined that a dream could be so surreal. It was as if he was right in front of you giving you an unexplainable pleasure, but it was actually you masturbating in the real world.

Then another reality of having to go to work crosses your mind when you hear another alarm breaking you out if your trance. A back up alarm you had when you were still dreaming.

If you didn’t hear any alarms, you could’ve gotten the pleasure you wanted from him.

Throwing your sheets in your all in one washer and dryer, which was very expensive but thanks to your job you could afford it. It was great use in times like these where you make a huge mess.

No soon after you do your morning routine and take a much needed shower to wash off all the dirt of your imagination in which your bound to heavily regret later when your stuck at work.

It’s a Monday and you usually hate Mondays because your reading 24/2 marathon has to come to an end. But this Monday, you feel very refreshed and relieved.

The man you have daydreamed made it into the night. Dreams where your mind does everything for you and not solely by yourself.

Before slipping on your uniform, you put on a pantry liner for extra “spillage”. You expected for the work day to be long, and with that dream recurring on your mind, you’ll fall behind for sure.

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Your assumptions were right, because when you settle in the seat in your private office to start on work as soon as possible, your womanizing boss opens the door. “Hey y/n, can I speak to you for a moment?”

The way he stood there with your door wide open indicates that he wanted you to go to his office, but you know what goes off behind close doors to most of the women who enter.

Nonetheless you force yourself to agree, you just have to make sure he goes in before you do. “Of course sir.” Luckily, he leaves the door open for you to follow him out of your office.

As you walk across the hall two doors down to the location of his office, you try and make contact with someone around the computer lab to see if they were watching you walk behind your boss so they’d know where you were off something were to happen.

None of them, you realize, are even glancing anywhere towards your direction. Are they completely oblivious to what goes on in his office does with those women, or do they completely ignore it because they believe it’s not their place?

After turning your head to the back of your boss's head, you follow him into his office. “Would you mind shutting the door for me, y/n?”

Upon hearing what he just said, you take a moment to register it fully, and to calm down in order not to trigger the fight or flight response. “Yes of course sir.” In closing the close the door, you leave a small crack oblivious to him. Just for any safety precautions if he tries anything.

As you sit in the seat across from him you sit up cross legged and pinch yourself on your thighs continuously. A habit you’ve picked up to remind yourself you are in control of your body, and if anyone hurts you you’ll defend yourself by any means necessary.

Your dickwad of a boss stares at you for a moment and flicks his eyes down to take notice of your casual outfit. It’s not even revealing, but youve taken note of how the little fucker knows it too and doesn’t even try to hide it either.

What a fucking Pig.

“You seem a bit stressed lately, not just physically, but it just shows even more in your work ethic too. Tell me, what is it, you got a bad case of boyfriend troubles?” He chuckles and leans forward.

There is a small hope that you wanna think that he’s just teasing, but his body language makes it seems if he really wants some sort of answer.

“No sir, no boyfriend.” Clarifying the most important thing. Why is it when a woman is suddenly sad or happy, men assume it’s always them that cause it?

“I’m just messing with ya.” He snickers. “But honestly, your one of my finest employees. I just have never seen you so tense around the lab. Your even sending it emails closer to the deadline, I mean you usually turn them in pretty early-”

“My mindset is just…out of wack lately.” You interrupt. Although to coax with it I am trying to indulge in the habits that typically relax me. Yes, “habits” and because it’s personal he has no right to know what they may be.

He smirks and then leans back adjusting himself and clearing his throat. “Hmmm, is that so? I hope I’m not the cause of your personal issues. I try my best to make sure you’re comfortable here in that little private office of yours.”

“I mean you’re partially the reason I’ve been so mind fucked, but that’s been going on for the last few years I’ve been here. There’s another man on my mind and he’s the center for everything so don’t get cocky”, you retort inside your head.

In reality what you actually say is, “Oh no, of course not sir. I love my private office, I am endearingly grateful for your kindness.”

Your saying everything he wants to hear so you can get the fuck out of his office, but your hoping it doesn’t have an opposite effects of him keeping you in there like his other “business meetings”.

While looking into your eyes, he swipes his bottom lip with his nasty wet tongue, leaving a mischievous smirk in its place. “Well I’m glad, you’re one of my most valuable employees, you deserve the finest. I actually brought up in here to propose a business deal.”

Wait what, he actually does business in here?

“I’m going on a business trip to Japan in a few weeks, and I want you to be there to accompany me. This trip can expose you to the top best tech companies, plus you’d get a huge pay raise.”

Oh.

He seems a little too pleased at your gratitude.

“Um, I’m truly flattered sir. I would love to travel to Japan! However, that is a lot to think about, and I’d have to revisit my schedule and future plans, but I’ll take that into consideration.”

Japan is somewhere you’ve always wanted to explore. They have extremely high grade technology and you’ve always wanted the chance to experience it hands on. But with this guy?

Hell no.

At this he sits up here and leans forward looking deeply into your eyes. They reign pure disappointment, His smirk however still remains.

“That’s no problem sweetheart. But must I remind you, this is a huge once in a lifetime opportunity. I can get you in connections with other the best of the best.”

You nod in understanding, but inside your head you think it’s a opportunity you’d be willing to miss if you had to be alone with this dickwad. Before he can try and pressure you any further, you stand up and shake hands with him for the sake of keeping your professionalism.

“Thank you so much for this grand opportunity sir, I’ll be sure to take it into consideration.”

He takes your hand in his germy grasp and you remind yourself to sanitize as soon as you step foot into your office. “Yes! Please be sure to do that, once in a lifetime!”

Yeah yeah yeah

With a nod you turn to open his door all the way with no shame unlike those other women to let everyone in the office know your not one of them.

The rest of the work week your boss made extra time in his schedule to bother you and ask if you were still thinking about his business proposal. “Yes sir, I still need a bit more time.” You’d say.

It only made you feel more anxious and your thighs were starting to ache at the bruising from you pinching them.

Even if you were distracted by a certain white haired man and a dream about him that happened earlier on this week, you made sure to better your work ethic and get everything done in a timely manner.

Truth is your mind was already made up, you just didn’t know how to break it to him.

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On Friday, all you could think about his how much you wanted the day to end and get away from your boss. You even take extra precaution in packing 30 minutes earlier rather than the 15.

As soon as 5 o clock hit you rushed to the elevator without giving him the time to stop you in your tracks.

Like a child you were even skipping out to your car as you hop in and start your ignition with excitement. You weren’t sure what you and Hongjoong would be doing today, but doing anything with him honestly made you feel like you were in another world with just the two of you.

But fuck, how could you be around him when your thoughts are just the dream and other fantasies of him floating around affecting your daily life? You wouldn’t be able to handle it, but you can’t handle not being around him either.

When driving in the library's parking lot, you are surprised to find it to be almost entirely empty. Especially on Friday afternoon when most workers in the area can finally take a break.

Your attention is immediately drawn to the note posted on the normally spotless double doors as you approach the entrance.

CLOSED

“For the information of all those who are concerned, The Wonderlands Collection Library is currently under temporary closure. Due to the decrease in supportive tax funds, the building is not able to operate for longer periods of time. We apologize for any inconvenience.”

In other words, the library has been closed because high class workers have become so selfish with their money that they will not support the library?

Truthfully it just upsets you because you can’t check out your sexually explicit books to get you by for the next week. Especially with your boss smothering you every hour of the work day.

But that also means you won’t be able to see Hongjoong for a very long time until the library reopens.

Maybe it's for the best, you do not know how you would have avoided the thoughts of that version of him in your dreams.

Without wasting a second you change out of your work uniform and plop on your now dry sheets that were once wet Monday morning. As soon your bed was properly made up to your liking with a dozen of fluffy pillows against your headboard, you let out a huff and stare at the ceiling you were staring at after waking up from your wet dream.

The thought of every detail has been running through your head all day, but now you begin to question all the things you might’ve done to have made life treat you unfairly, and take away the greatest thing that has brought you endless happiness.

In a short while, that was over, and when you arose you remembered you had many NSFW reading accounts to use in situations such as this when you could not read your novels. You open your laptop to log into your various websites and search for an interesting story.

Having tried a few sites, you give up and begin mindlessly searching the internet for Hongjoong.

The more you read his blog with all the articles, both the ones he showed you and those he didn't, the worse you feel about having ever thought that he would write something of this nature. There's just a sense he just wanted to make the world positive and peaceful.

The red ‘x’ in the upper right corner takes you back to the reading sites, while thoughts of Hong Joong creep in. A newfound idea comes to you out of desperation, a pairing of two characters much like Hongjoong and you.

Journalist x Reader.

The first to load is a page with the user tag @lemontree1117. The profile image depicts a lemon fresh from a tree accompanied by a leaf hanging on its side. A man and woman are smudged in the header, but it can be seen that they are romantically involved. But the caption is what makes it so compelling, “When Life Gives You Lemons, Write About Lust” - Anonymous.”

As you scroll down you see their most recent post is a Masterlist of a newly written series called Lucid Dreams. Your interest is piqued and you scroll further down to see the description of the summary:

“A young librarian lives in a lonely downtown city, reading smutty romances to escape her dry love life when she works. The secret comes out into light when she is approached by an attractive news reporter and asked a few questions about her interests. Their meeting transforms all aspects of her imagination into reality.”

The library isn't your area of expertise, but you frequent the library every week. While your love life is dry and nonexistent, you read sexually explicit books at work, but you prefer to be in the comfort of your bedroom when you are at work. Instead of being the subject of questioning, you questioned Hongjoong about his interest. However, he has not and likely will never fulfill your dream,even though you would appreciate it if he did.

That is the whole reason for searching for the pairing in the first place, it is the closest thing to Hongjoong you can get right now unless another dream comes true to fulfill your utmost desire for him. Which you honestly aren’t sure how it happened by chance.

You click upon the link to the first chapter and begin reading. It was another day of heavy book reading for the lonely librarian, until the mysterious man drew nearer to her at the front desk. “Hey pretty lady nice to meet you, I’m Chris. Would you care to answer a few questions about your favorite genres as a librarian for my journal entry?”

Chris the journalist? Not as as pretty as Hongjoong, but whatever.

The librarian is startled at his question and takes hand before shaking it slowly looking deep into his eyes and never letting go.

It reminds you of yourself with hongjoong, you could totally see yourself doing this.

“Uh, what sort of questions will you be asking, I’m not sure I’ll have that much time, I’m very busy working right now.”

Chris lets out a defeated sigh and moves his pen behind his ear while trying to make first eye contact and lean in closer on the front desk to the librarian.

“Okay fine, it’s true that I am a journalist, but I was watching you over there and I decided to check out one of those books you were reading because you seemed pretty interested. So I decided to check or out for myself and might I say pretty lady…”

Ah no no no…why are you getting second hand embarrassment? It was just like Hongjoong in a way. The nicknames and the teasing from the coffee hangout about you reading romantic fiction was all too relatable.

“Oh no, I just, just-

“Just what, pretty lady? Don’t you enjoy reading it? How about feeling it? Does anyone make you feel like that?”

Butterflies, all over your belly, and you had to stop reading for a moment. Drawing back you read it over again and continue.

“I, I do, and no I do not, Sir.” The librarian tries to keep her professional composure as the dark haired man smiles devishly at the nickname. “Sir huh, so you like authority and being taken care of. Will you let me take care of you angel?”

The librarian nods her head enthusiastically and-

DING!

You jump up sporadically when your phone notifies that you’ve gotten a text message. A very rare occurrence aside from it being your parents. When you open your phone to see that’s it was none other than the man you were thinking about, you were so caught up in your mind you had forgotten you exchanged numbers.

Hongjoong: Bummer that the library is temporarily closed for the time being love, I really was looking foward to seeing you (╥﹏╥).

A surprise giggle emerges from your mouth at his cute and silly emoticon, you honestly don’t ever do that unless something happens in a reading brings you genuine excitement. It makes your heart flutter at the fact he was looking forward to seeing you too. Your fingers do a dance over the keyboard before typing back.

You: I know right? Me too, I was hoping to see more of those amazing articles drafts of yours lol.

‘Amongst other things’, you think.

Hongjoong: Well I was hoping we could go out on a date if you care to talk amongst other things.

What the bell did he just read your mind? Wait a da- Another ding erupts your many thoughts.

Hongjoong: Are you free at all right now?

Yes, you are free right now and spending your free time reading online fanfiction that reminds you of him in an attempt to relieve the burden of your obsessive thoughts regarding that dream. Which now that you’re reading it, your thoughts have grown worse. Maybe one date with him can give you a much needed reality check.

You: Yes, I am completely free for the entire night.

After you hit send you contemplate your decision. Will you really be able to contain yourself, and not be tempted? What if you act like the librarian stuttering out of nerves?

Hongjoong: Great, how does a paint and sip sound? I can pick you up at 8?

You glance at the clock and see it’s 6:32 PM. If you decide on going you have to start getting ready now.

Fuck it.

You: That sounds fantastic, 8 is perfect.

A few minutes pass before he gets back to you. ‘From his fashion sense and writing abilities, it seems like he might be an artsy guy’, you think. You realize that you can pay attention to him without the sexual attraction. To him, this is probably a ideal definition of a first date.

Hongjoong: Yay! I’m glad you like it love. You’re perfect. ( ˘ ³˘) <3

That’s it, you’re rushing to your closet to put on the most impressive thing you own. Which was hard because you only wore casual clothes during the day and silk pajamas at night.

In the deep depths of your closet, you pull out a short blue denim button up dress. It was a gift from your loving parents that you had yet to wear. To pair with it you go with a white long sleeve shirt and all black tights and black knee high boots to match its buttons.

In preparation for taking a hot shower for the second time today, you set your outfit on your bed and go to the bathroom to feel clean and fresh. A newly scented body wash is opened in hopes that Hongjoong takes notice.

Shower thoughts consume your mind, and you are unable to concentrate on the fact that you are going on a date. This is your very first date since high school when you went to the movies in your junior year. Let’s just say in short, you didn’t make it to a second date.

The moment you step out of the shower, you begin moisturizing with the most delicious-smelling body butter, before grabbing your clothes from your bed so that you can get dressed. You look in the mirror to see the outfit you chose blindly.

The dress is much tighter than you had expected but not in a bad way. Your thighs are sticking out from the sides and your thighs hug each other as the black lace covers them in decoration.

It’s very sudden but you feel the lost confidence from your high school days come back in full circle at this very moment. At your reflection you twist, turn, and make proper gestures with your body in preparation for tonight.

Once again, you are snapped out of your trance by another ding and as you glance back, notice that your phone is now displayed with the time 7:27 PM on the lock screen of your phone. You stand up and walk towards your phone to pick it up from the bed after one more once over in the mirror.

Hongjoong; I just realized that I never asked you for your address haha. (;^;)

That damn emoticon. You would have been annoyed if it was someone else but you couldn’t help but giggle when you texted him your address and entry code to your private flat.

It is 7:34 p.m., and you are packing essentials for tonight in your purse. Gum, feminine products (you never know), a phone charger, and your flat apartment keys.

While waiting on the bed, your nerves begin to pick up. You don’t know what to expect, a paint and sip? You weren’t much of a painter but you love a good drink of wine.

Following up a parade of questions march in your mind: How do I start the conversation? Will we be able to talk? What if he doesn’t like me? What if I don’t like him? What if that dream pops into my head and slip out an explicit detail? What if?

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A knock on the door alerts you that he’s here and you get up and almost fall to the floor on how anxious you were. You stable yourself and breathe calmly in front of the door, then open out with a pretense smile. “Hi!”

He chuckles at the pitch of your voice, “Good evening my love, how are you?.” You didn’t mean to sound so high pitched but you did of course against your wishes.

As expected, he is wearing his silver round glasses and pearl earrings, but a special addition of a beautiful daisy pendant is laced around his neck. “I’m great, how about you?” However you were the complete opposite, seeing him in the flesh with all the things that happened in the past week was much harder to keep together than you had assumed.

Your eyes shift to look away from his face, and down his body you notice the difference in style of clothing. Unlike other times he looks very bright, and fitting for the occasion. His broad chest is adorned with a white t-shirt underneath a navy blue denim jacket embroidered with more daisies traveling down his matching jeans and white basic sneakers.

“I’m great too, thank you for asking.” He’s analyzing you now and even if you were confident before you become body conscious. “How cute is that? We’re matching!” You then realize you really were matching, and it was almost like you were a-

“Yeah…it’s like we’re both knew what the other was thinking.” you say.

Only if he truly knew.

He nods and moved to the side as in saying you can stop hiding in your apartment and walk out.~ “Shall we leave to head to our date my love?”

This gorgeously ethereal white haired man, he just knows how to press all the right buttons. We look good together? Your poor heart and delusional mind.

“We shall.”

Upon entering the elevator, small talk is made about your daily activities. While he was carrying conversation explaining the process of building his own writing establishment for his journalism, you kept it short and sweet, stating that it was an ordinary day at work.

He takes the lead to his in the parking lot and you are in shock. His car is really nice looking much like himself. It’s black, shiny, sleek, and clean, and very luxurious.

In a blink, he moves in front of you to open the passenger door, and waited until you got in comfortable to close the door after your thank you. In which he of course responded, “Of course my love.”

As he walks around the front of the car, you buckle your seatbelt and debate whether you should run from the car and return to your flat without explanation. Not out of concern for yourself, but to protect Hongjoong, your habits of pinching your thighs come into play. Before making any moves, you need to ensure that you are mentally prepared.

Opening his door he sits downs and buckled up as well before glancing at you making sure you’re okay. “All good?” You had forgotten everything you practice in the mirrior tonight and simply put your thumbs up as a yes.

He smiles widely before starting the car and putting it in reverse to pull out of the parking space-Reaching his arm over your seat-You stare at it and take notice of the new opening of his muscles through the tightness of his white tshirt.

Fuck.

You were going to have a hard time controlling yourself, but it was only for tonight.

Luckily when he pulls out to a stop in reverse, he brings his arm back down to put it in drive. You notice he hasn’t took another look at you, and how intensely focused off a driver he is.

The drive is most peaceful and you were left alone to battle your mind in silence. It provided an opportunity for you to actually come up with a solution to look at him differently.

At the beginning of your books, you have a small idea who the main character is based on the summary description, and you only know a little about him from his description of being a journalist. You just need to dig further into the small details to get to know his character.

You arrive at what looks to be an art studio. While Hongjoong searches for a parking space, you stare blankly at him. He flicks his eye toward you and starts laughing in your face and that brings forth your focus.

"Can you help me find a parking spot love? I can’t see from your side when you are staring at me.” Your breath hitches at the guilt of being caught. “Oh! I’m so sorry!” You exclaim in embarrassment and point out thr first empty parking spot you see.

Hongjoong puts the car in park and gets out immediately. You wonder why he’s in such a rush until he comes to your side and opens the door for you.

As you attempt to get out of the vehicle, you realize that you haven't unbuckled your seatbelt until you look down. In embarrassment, you’re apologizing once again to him he helps pulls you up out of the car with a cutest giggle.

Like a gentleman, he holds the door open for you, and you try to stay calm despite your past trauma. But HongJoong isn’t him you remind yourself, and you hope he’ll never be.

Upon walking in the entrance of the studio, your eyes are captivated by the many different paintings on the walls, staring in further by the openness of the space. Two portraits connect half hearts in two paintings. There’s another one of two lovebirds, a palm tree at the beach, and flowers that are freehanging without specific placement. The lack of painting experience you have does not make you believe that you can produce anything that is comparable to theirs.

Suddenly, you feel a soft hand placed on your lower back, and you quickly turn to defend yourself.

However, it was Hongjoong’s hand that touched you and he gave you a concerned look before slipping his hand off your back and pointing his head at an employee at the front desk that you didn’t realize was in the same room.

“Good evening, we have a reservation for the paint and sip at 8:30. Y/n, L/n and Kim Hongjoong.” A reservation? That only means he had prepared this before you even agreed.

“Yes, you are in fact on our reservation list, and your spots are reserved in room 102.” Hongjoong tells the receptionist thank you and guides you to the room without his hands on your back like he knows exactly where to go.

As he opens the door, you are greeted by an advisor, who hands you a glass of wine and tells you where to sit after getting your names. You both have a spot next to each other but you realize a lot of people are coupled up in groups.

Is this a couples paint and sip?

The advisor maneuvers to you two with a bottle of red wine pouring it full into your glasses. “Thank you.” you both say in unison, “You are most welcome, and this is a free painting class, so you are free to paint whatever you wish. It could be each other, or a heart to symbolize your love-Happy painting!” They leave the wine bottle on your table, and you are taken aback at the word love.

“Oh, uh, I suppose I had made reservations for the couples free paint and sip and not the, friendship paint and sip.” He awkwardly shifts in his stool.

You laugh to lighten the mood although nothing is funny, because now your overthinking again. “That’s alright, it might have been the matching outfits, the receptionists probably changed it and that’s what might have led us in here.”

He looks relieved and chuckles between his words. “Yep, it’s definitely the matching outfits. It be awkward if we went back and told her she’d gotten it wrong.”

The mention of his words you think about how other people might see you and him. Was it just the matching outfits or did they see any chemistry between you two? “Well, let’s not then.”

Woah that was bold. Really bold.

“Let’s not”, he responds, and his facial expression contorts into something you’ve never seen on him before, like mischievous and flirting combined.

At a loss of words, you nod at him and prepare the material around you for painting. But then you realize, you aren’t sure if what you want to paint. “What should we paint?”

Hongjoong who has also started preparing his supplies, shift his eyesight to look at you. “How about, we paint something that reminds us of each other, then we can exchange them?”

Shit.

You were doing so well in controlling your filth ridden thoughts and now they’ve come back again. Something that reminds you of him? Literally everything you look at reminds you of him because he’s always on your mind.“That sounds like a good idea.”

From the moment you’ve met him till now he has a constant presence inside your head. He’s even exist in your dreams and your readings by using your illusory imagination.

In the past month, you have only thought of him in a non-sexual manner twice. First, you read the drafts of his now published blog articles, and you were deeply moved by the positive hope he had for bettering humanity. Second, you are reminded of the effect of the Matcha green latte that Hongjoong suggested at the cafe.

As with him, the cup of sage green liquid transports you to another place in your mind. Its sweetness is not overpowering, and the green leaf art design at the top adds a sense of comfort to it as a whole. Not only did it remind you of Hongjoong, but it represented him as a person.

When you start to put the image onto the blank white slate you decide to incorporate yourself in the image by painting your hands around the mug. The angle in which you wanted to paint will show an above view of the white cream leaf design on the surface of the matcha.

Unexpectedly your focus averted to the task at hand. The therapeutic effect of the painting became apparent as you reflected upon its meaning. The experience was much like reading a novel or an online fanfiction; it relieved the thoughts and feelings of loneliness within.

You are nearly finished when you clean the edges of the latte art with the small slanted paint brush. In astonishment you sit back looking at the outcome of your painting as you take a deep sip of wine. It turned out a lot better than expected.

Oblivious to you Hongjoong finished way earlier than you had, and he’d been making googly eyes with a tight lipped smile like a baby lizard in awe with the sight of you painting.

In suddenly realizing this when you drink the last of the wine, you set it down to view his work in progress. Only to then make eye contact with look of adoration on his face.

“So I take it that I remind you of a green matcha tea latte. But what made you paint that if you don’t mind me asking?”

Shyness creeps over as you tell him everything about the painting that reminded you of him, and how his kindness and is what made you paint your hands, as you felt comfort with him.

A heartbeat of silence follows after he takes in your words. His black painted fingernail covers his heart between the pecs of his chest as he raises his hand, and your mind is filled with a sense of arousal from the dream imposes before you catch yourself to look back into his eyes.

“In the short time of us knowing each other, I am glad i’ve made you feel that way. Ah, I’m not sure if mine is as meaningful though.” The same hand on his chest gestures to his canvas.

Painted onto it was a brown seed in the center of the canvas with a green sprout arising from it. In the background, swirls of orange, yellow, and red circled around the seed. This image is simple but intriguing, and you are curious to discover what about it reminds him of you.

"The seed is representative of you. Your small and adorable appearance masks the real you closed in. The more time I spend with you, the more open up you become, which explains the sprout. The background colors represent the warmth of the sun that I wish to provide to you in order for you to open up more.” He sighs deeply and look back at your painting in comparison to the lack of detail on his.

Even if yours did have more details, you could nearly cry at his paintings meaning. It scared you that he knew there was more to you but he wasn’t wrong, the seed and you share so much in common. He wanted to bring you warmth? To spend more time with you?

Little did he know the warmth you felt in your heart already, but also the arousal that was slowly growing closed in between your thighs.

“I think that was a lot more meaningful than my painting. As the journalist, I certainly expected you to be more profound and poetic.”

Her bites his lip and is shy of your compliment. You, made him shy? Does he feel the same attraction as you do? Or was it all in your head?

“An artist's meaning for their art cannot be greater than that of another artist. The significance of meaning cannot be measured, because it pertains to you as a human being, and no other human being is greater than the other.”

The way he speak so articulately makes him sound like Shakespeare. How can a man make everything in life so beautiful and meaningful. How can someone have such a positive outlook, on a world with negative people.

“Beautifully said, Mr.Journalist, I honestly think you’ll be able to do great things with your articles in no time.”

Genuinely, you did mean that. Kim Hongjoong is tokened to be the face for the future. Once he has accomplished all his dreams, he’ll be unstoppable.

“Thank you Miss, Computer Technician, I believe you’re gonna be alongside me, doing it is whatever you wish to do in the future.”

Be with him, In the future? Did you hear that he wants a future with you, or maybe he’s saying that figuratively, meaning you’re not really going to be with each other but just in ranking of accomplishments?

“Thank you.”, is all you can reply with quite frankly. Another heart beat of silence erupts and the advisor comes over and interjects the loving moment of every couple and you two and all groups to follow him with your paintings.

The advisor takes you to a room with high speed drying vents. He explains the process in how the vents work but you completely tune out to look out Hongjoong.

That was until someone taps you on your shoulder to get your attention, and you jump up again out it self defense.

Much to your relief, It was an elderly woman accompanied with her husband. “You two looks so perfect together, he’s a good one dear, keep him forever.” She winks and walks away.

So, here you are again, is it the outfits, or do people genuinely see some chemistry and attraction between the two of you?

Her husband nods at Hongjoong, tilting his head in your direction, and he looks at you for a long minute before turning back to see the elderly couple disappear before he could nod back.

It wasn’t long before the both of your paintings were dry and ready to be taken home. The two you of you exit the studio with the lady in front wishing you a good night, and the both of you wish the same for her.

Hongjoong takes your painting from you to put it in the backseat, and tells you to wait outside the car.

After shutting the backdoor, he makes his way over to where you are near the passenger side and opens the door for you. “Sorry…it’s just what I’ve been taught.”

Whoever his parents are, you want to give them a huge thank you for raising such a handsome yet respectful young man. At the surprise you mutter a thank you and sit in your seat. Before you can shut the door he leans in and clicks on your seatbelt.

Your breath hitches at his closeness. The smell of coffee beans, vanilla, and sandalwood lingers for a moment. A grand combination that you could trail off to and go for more like a mice with cheese.

He leaves as quick as he came, and shut your door before walking to the drivers side, opening it and settling into his seat.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight. This is something I typically do on occasion by myself, but it was nice to be accompanied by your presence.”

Oh you enjoyed yourself entirely, and it was all because he made the experience enjoyable.

“It was the best date I’ve ever been on. I would honestly come back here again, just for fun.”

His soft pink lips stretch out in a wide smile, he looks down at his lap as he rubs his hand up and down his thick muscular thighs.

Was he actually nervous right now?

The buff was of his chest deflated as he sighs deeply and breaks the beginning of silence.

“ Y/n, I’ve gotta be honest. I really don’t want this night to end with you, but I know if that’s not what you want, I can take you back to your apartment.”

Wow, did he really enjoy being with you that much? Now that you think about it you don’t want the night to end with him either. You could listen to him talk sweetly to you for hours, he so attentive and well mannered. But, can you control yourself to continue with this any longer?

“I honestly don’t want this night to end either…”Looking back up at you he actually looks surprised. “But, I don’t wanna go anywhere else too public, my social battery needs to be recharged.”

This was a true fact. You hadn’t been out like that in a really long time, not to mention, on a date. He nods quickly in understanding. “Of course, I understand. So where to?”

Without checking yourself you let slip past your lips of what was shoved pack into your mind. “Your place.”

In a blink you slap your mouth to shut yourself up and look at him apologetically. Dammit now you think you just made him uncomfortable when he looks at you in surprise again.

“No! Not like that sorry~. What I meant to say was- can we go to your place, if you don’t mind?”

Sitting back and staring the car, he gives you a swift nod yes. “I don’t mind, as long as you feel comfortable. I’m still a stranger, sort of.” He shrugs.

You then nod yes in the most enthusiastic way. “I don’t mind, if you don’t mind.”

Without wasting another minute, he switches the gear off the car in reverse, he’s back to putting his arm on your seat. Sitting back down, you realize he doesn’t put his arm down this time. Rather, he looks at you.

“Well then it’s a done deal, my love.”

He puts the car in drive and pulls off.

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To your amazement, you and him actually had a great conversation in the way back. It was so easy to bounce off each other. His stories would trigger a story to transpire back into your memory, and you’d compare your experiences. At one point you’d gotten so comfortable you leaned back into the seat and your head landed on his arm.

While looking back at his arm your belt out a bunch of I’m sorrys. “You apologize very often for every mistake you make, relax okay? You don’t have to do that with me.” He even pulls you back into his arm with his hand on your shoulder and tells you to enjoy the ride.

Reruns of memories of your life flow in your mind and you look over at the white haired man your spending your the night with. You think of all the males you’ve encountered in your life, and rarely have they’ve always treated you like you were just taking up space. It was only ever your father and now Hongjoong to make you feel different.

In a span of a half hour you arrive to his apartment building, which is a little less modern and more reserved than yours, but it was very nice nonetheless.

It was a 4 story studio apartment building made of concrete and red brick with black lined glass windows.

The both of you approach upon the entrance of the main entrance of the building and he struggles to open his wallet with the paintings in hand, so you take it away from his hands gently and put them in yours.

He murmurs a thank you and takes out a card and scan it against a machine with a red light on the side of the wall. When he holds it up to the red light it turns green and you hear a click that unlocks the door.

At your apartment building you use fingerprints, it was a much stricter procedure with its placement in a suburban area. But it was nicer to see a more simpler approach and it made you feel less on guard about burglars wanting to take your belongings that you worked very hard for .

Being the gentleman he is, he opens the door letting it close behind you once again. You don’t flinch this time, yet your nerves are still stimulated.

He guides you by your lower back once again and you don’t jump up and go in attack mode this time either. At this he applies a bit more pressure and moves you into the elevator through the lobby.

On your way to the elevator, you take a good look at your surroundings. In a glass room there was an open gym, and a yoga studio right next to it. Outside of the room was a lounging area and a variety of vending machines.

Hongjoong presses the up button with his free hand as he waits for the elevator to open.

With a ting sound, the doors open and you are met with a couple eating each other mouths out. However they are oblivious in meeting the two of you and Hongjoong clears his throat to grasp their attention and they both walk out in shame with their heads down in a hurry.

The both of you enter and Hongjoong pushes the 3rd floor button and withstand brief moment of quietness the door closes. To both him and your surprise you both laugh loudly and look at each other, before blushing and looking at the ground.

Yes, it did trigger your delusions a bit and it made you somewhat jealous you can not do that with Hongjoong, but the longer you spend time with him those feelings are pushed back and your interest in him comes forth.

When the door opens hongjoong moves to the side for anyone coming on, so you do the same.

A moment passes and you both notice no one is coming on and he gestures for you to go first. With a small nod, you walk out to stand awkwardly to the side of the hallway for him to step out and show you the way to his apartment.

He then steps out and move two off his fingers in the air as of saying follow me. Of course that’s what that meant. Your mind wasn’t going anywhere else…of course not.

Pulling out his wallet he pulls out the key card again to scan on the machine on his apartment door.

The light change from green to red unlocks the due with a click and you walk in with his permission and instantly take in the state of his living room.

It’s very tidy, but it has a little bit of edge. All of god furniture is in black, but with the many band posters and antique decorations on the wall, it added an equal balance of color.

Even if you don’t want to think this way, you can’t believe you’re literally in the place where Hongjoong sleeps, eats, and comes home to after every fart. It’s mind boggling as you think about what led to here, and so you try and take a break you reset.

“Excuse me, but where is your bathroom? All that wine from tonight made me tipsy, and a little bit��pissy.” You place the paintings down onto a table and cling to your purse timidly. Its not how you intended to excuse yourself, but it works.

A childish laugh blooms out of his body, and he bends over halfway before sitting up straight again.

“Who knew that you were so funny? I like this side of you. It’s the room when you walk straight down that hall.”

He zips down his jacket and shrug it off on his shoulders with his still clinging onto his body. The muscles that this man has on his arms underneath that jacket is something that you couldn’t have perfectly imagined as you see him more in the flesh.

You pinch your thigh and wave the newly arised feelings of and head straight down to the bathroom in embarrassment of your antics.

On the right of the living room, you see the kitchen which is more modern and modest than the living room. The shape of the counter is an incomplete square with two seats on the edge upon walking in. It was too so black, but the decoration of hints of white contrasted very well.

In the hallway you walk further down seeing a laundry room on the left, walking down further seeing his bedroom on the right and then finally the bathroom which is at the end of the hall in front of you.

Turning on the light your greeted by an also very tidy bathroom. Now for a man, it is very weird to see a bathroom as clean as Hongjoong’s is. Another check on the box, of your imaginary list.

The room is accessorized with gray, yellow, and white toiletries, no black. He had a glass, walk-in shower with his toilet opposite from it and the sink was right next to the toilet.

As you wash your hands, you looked up to check in your appearance. You still look good and you look…happy. Like your actually glowing on the outside. On the inside however is a turmoil of the post month since you’ve met Hongjoong.

After cleaning your hands you give your thighs one last good pinch before drying off your hands to leave and turn off the light.

Walking out back upfront to the living room and kitchen area, your nostrils flare at a delicious fragrant aroma. Out of curiosity, you walk faster and you look right into the kitchen to see Hongjoong in an apron, working on something above the stove.

Oh, this was so no helping with you from within.

“Hey I’m back. Are you cooking something?”

He looks over his shoulder and grins at you. You get a good look of his face and he didn’t have his signature silver round glasses or his pearl earrings on. How does he do it? Look so unbelievable pretty, even with a bear face.

“Yeah, I hope you like creamy tomato chicken pasta. It’s all I really have right now.”

Even though he turned back around already to work at the stovetop you shrug and wave off your hands. “I’m not picky. Do you need any help?”

Slowly, you walk up to him to see him sear the chicken in a skillet while the noodles are boiling in a pot of hot water.

You approach at his side and he puts down the spatula onto the cutting board with tomatoes on the counter top. His arm muscles as he pushes himself from the stove and looks you up and down with an unreadable expression.

“That would be most helpful. But first take off your shoes and get comfortable. I’ll slow you how to make the sauce.”

At his suggestive request you walk back to the entrance and take off your boots. You sigh softly at the relief from your sore feet. Taking your purse off your shoulders you hang it up in a closet and grab your phone out of it. You tap on the screen and it displays 10:57PM, it was getting pretty late.

Before heading back into the kitchen with Hongjoong you stuff your phone into the front of your dress pocket, which was honestly starting to get really uncomfortable with the addition of the tights underneath.

“Hi, I’m back again. Where do I start?”

For the next 30 minutes you and Hongjoong cook, joke, laugh, and dance together. The music came out of a record on his antique record player. The moments were very light hearted and your mind was starting to wind down at ease, although this arms and him in an apron was a little distracting.

It’s hard to remember the last time when you cooked a home cook meal. The thought made you sad in a way because of your longing on high school traumas. But it is quickly accounted for within every moment of fun with Hongjoong.

As soon as everything is cooked and assembled you both dig in immediately.

In taking the first bite it was nothing but a burst of different flavors and herbs, and that creamy tomato sauce danced happily among your taste buds.

No one’s cooking but your parents tasted like this.

They knew you had issues eating and they also had suspicions of why. Nevertheless they always reminded you that self love is the best love, and a good way to treat yourself is through your stomach.

“This is one of the best things I’ve ever tasted, and it was so easy to make!” You take a huge bite of the chicken and smile.

“Great, I’m happy you like it! This is usually what I eat on a regular basis. Journalists can be lazy sometimes.” He laughs chewing a creamy pasta noodle. “Its so easy, filling, and delicious!”

Nodding in agreement, you continue to stuff your mouth as music plays in the background. Unbeknownst to you, Hongjoong was glancing at every now and then to watch you enjoy the food you two prepared.

When he finished his plate he looked at your clear one and asked of you wanted more. But as much as you loved it, you were honesstly full after only one plate. It seemed like he packed the food in heavily for you in comparison to the decently portion size on his.

In fact you are so full, you are even more desperate to move out of the dress at the bulging of your stomach.

Hongjoong was across the kitchen washing the dishes and placing them in a drying rack, when he saw you staring at your stomach in worry, he advances toward you to bend down and meet your stomach on his knees.

“Hey are you feeling okay, do you want to go back home now? Or is it the food? I knew I should’ve probably cook that chicken a bit longer.”

You look down at him for a second and too many things come to your mind at once. One of them, he noticed you didn’t look okay. Another, you’ve seen him down there before, but that was in the-

“NO!”

“I mean- It’s none of those things, I wanna stay a bit longer, and the food was great. It’s just this dress…I need to take it off.”

Adding the last part quietly, you make yourself upset at the thought of having to repeat it because he hadn’t heard you.

“I wished you told me that earlier my love. When I said make yourself comfortable, I truly meant it.” He gets up immediately and stares at you scoldingly with his hands on his hips.

Looking at his disappointed face and pouting lips made you actually feel bad for not telling him sooner. “I’m sorry I just-”

“No.” He demands. “No more I’m sorry’s to me for the rest of the night alright? There’s nothing for you to be sorry about. I’m the sun to your seed remember?”

Dammit this guy. He won’t let you sit there and feel sorry about yourself for once. Your so used to apologizing it’s just all in your vocabulary. How can you not think of him in such a way that craves into your want for him when he says stuff lie this?

“I’m s-“ You look up at him and raise a brow. “I should’ve told to earlier, I know.”

He takes a step back and extends his hand toward you, Opening and closing it, waiting for you to latch on.

You get up and he takes you to his bedroom. Just like most of its house it’s decorated black with hints of color here and there on the walls.

His bed is looks plushed in black, like the best naps could only be taken there. Behind his headboard is a black wall with a lamp hanging from the ceiling. In the corner is a chair and the other corner a work desk with his laptop you’ve seen him with in the library.

The same laptop you had thought was him typing dirty fanfics into because of your lack of sleep. You take note of a guitar hanging on the wash and a piano hidden beside a tall shelf, more talents that are concealed to you that this man has yet to present.

“I have pajama pants and I also have sweatpants. Difference is, the sweatpants are a little bit thicker, yet warmer. But the pajamas are fluffy but just a tiny bit cooler.

Averting your eyes from snooping you dare them between the two, it’s a really tough pick. But being in this studio apartment with the brick walls didn’t provide a lot of insulation. Fluffy pajamas sounded comfy but something about his sweatpants made it a little bit more personal.

“Can I have the sweatpants please?”

He hands them over to you and walks to the door of the room. “Sure thing! I actually need to use the bathroom. Plus, that way you can change privately in here.” He nods and smiles as he closes the door in a hurry and you hear him open the door to the bathroom.

Unbottoning down the length of your dress, you step out of it immediately. Much to your luck however your tights gets stuck on your thighs. You lift up one of your legs you get them off and now you were hoping all over his bedroom until you plop ass flat onto his bed.

It’s exactly how you imagined. It’s was better than your Queen sized memory foam mattress at your flat. The things you do in that bed thinking about him…you hurriedly kick off the rest of the tights all the way off in a hassle.

Sighing at the relief you look at the clothing imprints on your thighs, and a few bruises?

Oh yeah, you had that meeting with your dickwad of a boss where you were pinching your thighs the whole time out of fear.

You think about how he’s been bugging you about joining that Japan trip with him for the whole week. Why in the hell would you take advantage of the time without your mysoginstic boss, with your boss?

To escape from your brain you focus on the task of grabbing the sweatpants beside you on the bed and slip them on.

As you’re walking out the room you see that the doors are still closed and Hongjoong hasn’t came out yet. You hear a bunch of scrambling and grunts of curse words flying out his mouth.

Was he?

No he couldn’t be. Not because of you. What effect could you have on him? What could be that desirable to think about while doing that?

“Um, Hongjoong, is everything okay in there? I feel awkward walking around in your house without you…”

It sounds like he was actually struggling to from a coherent sentence. His voice was strangled and the sudden loud clatter of noise left you only with concern.

“I’m perfectly fine my, my love. I’ll be there in ju, just a moment.”

“Okay, I’ll just be in the living room just listening to music then if that’s okay?”

“Ugh, y-yes love, that’s perf-perfectly fine, I’m almost f-finished.

“Okayyy.”~ You slowly back away from the door and under to see him shuffling with the lights on.

Doing what you had told Hongjoong you’d do, you head to the living room and listen to music. You spot his album collection next to the record player and scan through them to play a new record.

You stop your searching when a particular record piqued your interest. It’s cover looked like the paintings you had seen at the paint and sip with abstract flowers and a fish in its center. The words in front read, “fools garden” “Dish of the Day”. You look at the back for the song list and only see one,

Lemon Tree.

Wait, lemon tree? Why does that sound familiar?

Oh.

User @lemontree1117 crosses your mind. The online user account that had your new favorite fanfic “Lucid Dreams” in which you had discovered in desperation to unleash the thought of Hongjoong whom was chained to your every thought.

The matter at hand was something rare of a coincidence, was the world really taunting you as punishment for another time today?

Hearing the bathroom’s door open then close makes you scramble up with the album in hand pulling it close to your chest.

“My apoligies to keep you waiting love! This is embarrassing to say but…you know what, let’s just say, dinner really gets my bowels going.”

Oh, that’s what it was. You knew it couldn’t be what you had thought it was. Screw you, filthy mind.

Hongjoong watches over your spooked face and starts to apologize immediately.

“Okay that was gross wasnt it? Like a TMI? He takes note off you being unresponsive and decides to change the topic. “Hey! Do you know that song?”

You look down at the album your holding with said song. “No, I don’t actually, it just…stood out to me.”

Grinning, he walks over to you with a spring in his step. “Can I see that? I washed my hands really well, I promise.” He giggles.

You hand him the album and he looks at it with a child holding a giant lollipop. “This used to be my favorite song as a child.” Bingo. “I never knew what it meant until I was an adult. My parents let me sing it everywhere I went, and people would look at me with a sad look on their faces and I never understood why.”

Moving toward the record player he places the disk down to be recorded. A disoriented piano tune plays over in rhythm and he walks over back to you. He extends his hands and says,

“Care to dance my love?”

You look at his hands then him, before looking at him again, and taking his hand gently.

He grabs your hands firmly and leads you to an empty space between the living room and the kitchen. The songs lyrics come into play in your ears after a glass shattered sound effect:

I'm sitting here in the boring room

It's just another rainy Sunday afternoon

I'm wasting my time, I got nothing to do

I'm hanging around, I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens, and I wonder

Hongjoong leans fort and whisper into your ear. “I want you to try and guess what you think the songs meaning is, listen to the words very closely.”

You nod and take the time to listen while HongJoong pulls you closer with his hands gently placed on your waist and he pulls your arms his neck. He leans down toward your neck and before you can panic he sings the song lyrics into your ear:

I'm driving around in my car

I'm driving too fast, I'm driving too far

I'd like to change my point of view

I feel so lonely, I'm waiting for you

But nothing ever happens, and I wonder

It sounds like the artist is looking for someone that they lost, and they ride around looking for them in hopes they’ll magically appear.

I wonder how, I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout the blue blue sky

And all that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree

There it is again, lemon tree. The world just had to make the name of the user of your new favorite romantic fanfic the same as his favorite childhood song.

Even the way he sings so adoringly in your ear makes you feel more guilty. Why did these bad things have to happen to you, with such a good man?

I'm turning my head up and down

I'm turning, turning, turning, turning, turning around

And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree

They artist is still looking for the person they wish to seek. Maybe it’s a loved one they’ve lost? What is it with this lemon tree? Why does it remind the artist so much of them?

Your continuing dancing, deciphering the meaning of the lyrics as he sings them into your ear, and your likely to fall asleep as he slowly spins you both in circles.

Coming at an end the artist sings:

I wonder how, I wonder why

Yesterday you told me 'bout blue-blue sky

And all that I can see

Is just a yellow lemon tree

Hongjoong doesn’t pull away from you and your not sure but it seems like he’s inhaling your new scent you used today.

Or maybe your being you delusional self and he’s sensitive as he’s revisiting thoughts of his childhood.

“So what did you think? Could you figure out the meaning of the song?

Turning your face so you can whisper close to his ear, you tell him you think it’s about the artist losing someone that cared for and they wander around to find them but they keep envisioning this lemon tree.

Pulling away from you he looks at you wide eyed.

“Wow I’m impressed, you’ve got sharp ears and a mind. That’s really…spot on.”

For a minute there, you thought you misinterpreted the lyrics because you were also busy drowning in guilt. But somehow, you pulled yourself above water to breathe and l be present to isten.

“I guess so. But it was sort of easy to figure out, The tone of their voice sounds like their grieving, and they repeat themselves like there in some sort of loop they can’t get out of. The only I can’t figure out is the meaning of the lemon tree.”

With his hand on his hips he looks down at you in his sweatpants, and slowly back up to your face analyzing your body.

“Ah. The artist has a girlfriend that died in a car crashing into a lemon tree. So when he rides around in search for her, a lemon tree humbly reminds him. But it can also be interpreted that he feels bitter and sour about life without her.”

Huh. You were pretty spot on. Maybe it was just that way to decipher, or you felt some kind of relation to it that could be recognize to what the artist was feeling. You felt bitter and sour about life without Hongjoong these days, but the thing is he never left, not physically.

“Hmmm. That’s unfortunate and really sad actually.”

Nodding yes, he takes his hands off his hips to put them behind his head and expose a cheesy grin on his face.

“Maybe I’m just dumb and your just super pretty and smart. I can’t believe it took me 25 years to figure that out, and only 3 minutes for you.”

You? Super pretty and smart?

“Hey no your super pretty and smart too, or-I mean, handsome?”

Nice save, dumbass.

“I’m getting pretty tired and I might head to bed soon. Did you have any plans that you had scheduled for tomorrow? I can still take you back to your apartment.”

The only plans to had for tomorrow were to reread your books and continue the story of “Lucid Dreams”.

However, that can wait.

That’s honestly something that you would have never thought. But it’s late, and he’s tired and now you’re beginning to get tired, and you really don’t feel like putting that dress back on and getting on the elevator through the lobby to drive all the way back to your flat.

“I think I’ll just stay here if that’s okay? I’m tired too and I don’t think it would be nice to drive with us both cranky.”

He laughs softly. “Right, your right. I’ll sleep here in the living room and then you can take the bed. I pass out up here sometimes anyway listening to music, so I’ll be fine.”

Shaking your head no in a fast motion, you retort, “But this is your apartment, I wouldn’t want you to sleep on the couch because of-“

“Shhh.” He interrupts. It’s fine my love, trust me. The living room is quite literally my second bedroom. I’ll live to sleep in it another night.”

“…”

“Good night and sweet dreams my love, I enjoyed my time with you today.” He slumps into the couch and waves you goodbye.

“Goodnight hongjoong. Sleep well. I enjoyed today with you as well.”

When you enter Hongjoong’s room by yourself you feel extremely awkward. As much as you’re tempted to, you don’t go snooping around in his things. If things were vice-versa and you let him sleep in your room, you certainly wouldn’t want him to go through your things.

So instead you just lie in the edge of his s bed awkwardly staring at the door in hopes he’ll change his mind and sleep in the bed. Then you think if you were in your house, laying in bed right now, you would be reading the finishing of Lucid Dreams”.

But wouldn’t that be bad to imagine while you’re sleeping in his bed?

This is definitely a challenging situation for you. As much as your tempted to cross that boundary, it's more important to respect the Hongjoong’s living space.

It’s not like he’ll know, but it felt wrong. But the way his soft scent is clinging to the comforter set of the bed makes you wanna forget all about that.

Okay, maybe let’s not do that here.

It would be obvious to see the white in contrast to the black sheets, even though the thought of you leaving it on his bed arises something in you that shouldn’t be there.

A very long time it’s been been a long since you’ve slept without reading something to put you to rest. You could come up with a scenario in your head, but the man you visualize as the one putting you sleep, is the same person who’s bed your in currently.

You make sure to leave the light above his headboard on to not trigger you in any way that might freak Hongjoong out.

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Fast forward it’s been 2 whole hours and you haven’t gotten any sleep. You get up to check on Hongjoong.

Upon walking into the hallways, it was very dark and it almost took you back to that night.

However as you advance forward, you could see him sitting up on the couch swaying peacefully to the spinning of his record player in the moonlight.

The song stops playing and your footsteps have become quiet to ensure you don’t alert him. You pause at the end of the hall and in the entrance of the living room, looking at how his white hair soaks up the dark blue from the night sky.

“Hey, my love, couldn’t sleep either?”

Your spooked at how he can tell that you were there but as you move to advance towards him behind the couch, you can see your reflection in his window following you as a dead giveaway.

Fuck so that mean he could see you staring at him like a creep.

“Yeah, um, it’s been a long time since I’ve slept at anyone’s house, much less on their bed.”

Ah yes, the sad reality of being a virgin. He’s probably thinking the same thing about you along those lines in his head.

But you are very satisfied in having your own personal pleasures privately in your bedroom. “Ah really? Me neither.”

What, him neither? Who would date pass up the chance to sleep with this man based on the first glance of his beauty alone? Or maybe he just decides not to. “Why are you still up?”

He sighs before looking back at you. His white hair isn’t styled, and his face is bare as a shadow cast over the side of his face from the absence of light. Right now he looks especially ethereal oppose to the other times you’ve seen him.

“Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me and I’ll tell you love?”

You’re nervous to sit next to him but you do nonetheless. You sit in silence waiting for him to speak.

“I’m still in shock of how you figured out the songs meaning so fast after hearing it just once. You would make a good journalist you know? Being so observant.”

Hongjoong was peering over at you now with a tight lipped smile. His eyes sparkle with a small twinkle in his charming eyes. “I don’t know about that. Your a lot more passionate than I am.”

It was all you could say really, the honest truth. Your attention span was very short circuited. Unless it was a computer, a novel, or your boss. You’d never take the time to observe anything that was happening around you.

“Nonsense, everyone has things they’re passionate about. You just have to find your purpose first, a reason at to why you wanna put your work out for others to see.”

Well that’s not gonna happen because you don’t have a reason for people to see any writings of yours. You were just a reader. A member of a broad audience who just wanted to be entertained and leave as soon as possible to find the next best thing.

“I prefer reading, it’s just my thing you know?”

Hongjoong nods slowly before looking elsewhere to ponder for a moment.

“Yeah, I understand. Hey, can I ask you something? If it bothers you, please don’t answer if you don’t want to.

Uh oh

“Shoot.”

“When I touched your lower back earlier, why did you jump? Did I make you uncomfortable?”

Uhhhhh. Oh.

“Um, it’s, it’s just-

“You don’t have to talk about if you don’t feel comfortable, I will understand don’t worry.” He rushed in.

“No, um. Something happened to me, in the past. With a person-in high school. Luckily someone had came in to save me, but I’ve never been the same since. I don’t wanna to go into details but-

“And you don’t have to. I appreciate you feeling comfortable enough with me to tell me that. I’ll be here to listen to the details when you feel comfortable, buts that’s only if you want to.”

Why does he keep talking like he’s gonna be by your side forever? His question was something that you lost certainly weren’t expecting, but from his point of view, it can be alarming.

“Maybe, yeah sure. I’ll tell you another time.”

He gets up and grabs the album of Lemon Tree, placing it down on the record. As the disoriented piano tune plays at the start again in rhythm he sits back down and pulls a blanket over the both of you.

“Do you mind coming closer? I can go grab another blanket if you don’t wanna share.”

A flock of butterflies flutter in your stomach at the thought of ever being that close to him. You aren’t as easily tempted as you were at the beginning of the night, yet it was still there.

“Um, yeah I can come closer.” You scoot over to Hongjoong leaving an respectable amount of space between the two of you.

“If it makes you feel better, we can both stay up here. When you’re ready to go to sleep I’ll still be up here with you.”

Oh man. What if you have a wet dream about him and he’s right there next to you? He would definitely stop talking about that together forever stuff if he heard you moaning his name in your sleep. But your longing fear of the dark made you not want to be alone either.

“Sounds good.”

He nods and puts his arm above the couch “Good.”

The rest of the night was spent listening to Lemon Tree on replay. If it weren’t for the comfort of you slowly falling into Hongjoong’s chest and arms, you would’ve kept letting your mind flicker back to user @lemontree1117.

Rather than the thought of being unsure if you’re feeling even more conflicted about your attraction to Hongjoong. On one hand, you know that your fantasies don't necessarily translate into reality, but on the other hand, you can't deny her physical responses to him.

You wonder, as you drift off to sleep, what Hongjoong has in mind for you and your freshly started relationship in the future.

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always-sleeping-in-his-grave · 4 months ago

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Nights like these were a rare treat for Dallas. Usually, the three of them would have been up to their pits with work, that just being able to spend some free time together became few and far between. Something that the older hybrid greatly misses.

He doesn't like to interrupt the private times that the other two have, seeing as they've only started to become closer, whether they would admit it or not. But all that it took for the legendary Stalker to fold were Cori's honeyed words of persuasion and his youngest brother's persistent heckling.

Sure, Butch's unruly saloon stuffed to brim with just about every lawless son-of-a-bitch this side of Wrath wasn't exactly like sitting around the table for supper with family, but he'll take what he could get. And he did so without any complaints, he'll risk his life for one night if it means making the other two happy.

He just made sure to warn Cori with what exactly they were walking into. Kent would always swagger into any establishment, acting like he was the big dog around these parts, no fear whatsoever was shown in those poisonous eyes of his. But the older brother prefers to be more cautious when it came to situations like these. Bringing in less attention meant less trouble is what pa always said.

Whatever anxiety Dallas felt at first proved to be surprisingly wrong as the other patrons seemed more preoccupied with their roughhousing in various stages of intoxication then the sights of a newcomer. Dallas just hoped for it to continue throughout the rest of the night.

They sat down and ordered their drinks, Dallas always got the whiskey, as Butch always prided himself in his ingredients that every sip left a pleasant burn in the back of Dallas' throat. Food was brought out a minute later, deciding to indulge tonight, he opted for the quesadillas.

Everything seemed fine for the three of them as they minded their own business, far more interested in conversations between themselves.

But good things don't last long.

Dallas didn't know who started it, something about someone's ma, but the aggressive atmosphere just seemed to get worse. Something that Dallas had been dreading since they first arrived. Tables turned to splints against the ground while bottles containing various liquors now painted the walls. Butch, an Imp usually so strong-willed against such patrons, now threated to get out his shotgun and start leaving some corpses if they didn't cut that shit out.

A simple glint of glass triggered Dallas' reflective instinct, and he pushed himself between Cori and the oncoming bottle. But unfortunately for the Goetia, her frantic and worrisome questions fell on deaf ears.

The entire saloon fell dead silent. Not so much as a peep or whimper left their lips as the scary snake hybrid with a face full of scars stared them all down menacingly, like they were nothing more than insects beneath his boots. Using his height and weight to his advantage over the smaller ones.

Dallas always hated doing stuff like this when not on the job, but the fact that they wanted to hurt Cori, someone who doesn't deserve to be tangled up in that kind of mess, sent a furious chill down his spine. His ma always lectured him about treating girls with respect and dignity. This will not stand.

The near ear-ringing silence was then disrupted by the most devilish voice, reverberating with great intimidation and leaving no room for negotiation. "Apologize to her," With eyes like fire, he then slowly gestures over to the now flustered Cori, looking like she would rather be anywhere but here. "NOW."

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The evening was intended to be like any other. Cori was going out with Striker, and as luck would have it, Stalker was able to join them for once.

The Copper Spur Saloon was often quite bustling in the evening....a result of very good drinks, even better food, and a jovial owner who didn't mind the rough-housing clientele. Cori was content to enjoy her supper with her close friends, more or less keeping to herself to give the brothers time to catch up.

And yet, as Wrath citizens were prone to doing, a fight broke out.

Cori didn't get the full details of who started it or why. But in a blink of an eye, tables were overturned, snarls and shouts rose up, and soon there were fists being thrown everywhere. It was more....vexing to Cori rather than actually concerning. Why couldn't tonight just be a peaceful dinner-

CRASH!!

She had failed to keep a proper eye on her surroundings when she was forced to duck down. She'd caught the barest flash of a glass bottle flying towards her head, realizing in a split second it would go right into her eyes before she could stop it. Until someone else stopped it-

"....! Dallas!"

The imp had made himself a shield, and let the glass shatter over the spines of his back. Protecting her eyes from what would have been a very painful injury.

"D-Dallas!" Cori turned to panic at once, looking him over, broken glass scattered everywhere. "A-are you alright?!"

@always-sleeping-in-his-grave

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uraveragelonelysapphic · 4 years ago

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Another Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at a grief group, as she’s struggling to heal after Vision’s death. Will you help her heal? Will your friendship grow into something more?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: grief

Theme: Angst, Fluff

A/N: I have been working on this one all day, and I think it’s alright! It’s my first oneshot on this account, so please go easy on me! I hope you enjoy!

(Shoutout to @theloveclub-18 for the idea! I super appreciate it!)

“Thank you all for being so open this evening. I hope to see you all next week. Let the healing continue.”

As various people mumbled back “let the healing continue,” Wanda fought the urge to roll her eyes.

It had been six months since Vision’s death, and four months since she had started attending a grief group recommended by Bucky. She had tried to insist to him that it was useless but he begged her to try it out. Now, here she was, four months later, still feeling as broken as she had the day she watched the love of her life be killed. Twice. One might ask why she continued to attend the sessions weekly when she felt she hadn’t made any progress. Why had she spent 16 of her Wednesday nights at a grief group when she felt it was pointless? The answer is simple: the food.

The session always had a table full of freshly baked goods from Sugar, Butter, Flour, a bakery just down the road from the community center holding the sessions. Every week, Wanda would sit through listening to people talk about their heartbreak, and, when pushed to confront her own trauma, reluctantly share just enough to satisfy the facilitator. And she did it all just to have a few moments of sheer joy, letting whatever delicious creation the bakery had provided that week wash over her taste buds and temporarily take her away from this cruel world that had ripped her love from her.

Wanda grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the table full of goodies. She had been running late today, so she didn’t get a chance to grab anything before the session, leaving her options limited. There was only one cookie left, but as she reached for it, her hand brushed against someone else’s, causing her to pull her hand back quickly.

“I’m sorry-”

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have-”

“Please it’s all yours-”

You cleared your throat and shot her a sheepish smile before extending your hand to her.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Wanda looks at your hand skeptically and you awkwardly retract it when you realize she won’t be shaking it.

“I’m Wanda,” she says hesitantly, her eyes flashing to the cookie, and then the exit.

You tried again. “So you like the cookies here too?”

She meets your Y/E/C eyes impatiently before sighing.

“Yeah, I’ll just grab one next week, though, I really gotta go,” she says, starting towards the exit.

You watch her leave, intrigued by the girl, before you snap back to reality.

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Wanda is almost to her car when she hears footsteps behind her and quickly turns around, her eyes glowing red.

You stare at her, wide-eyed, the remaining cookie in your hand.

“Shit, Wanda, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you this.”

Wanda sighs, her eyes returning to their normal color. She pinches the bridge of her nose. Remorse fills her face. Her grief had caused her to be angrier than usual, leading to her powers flaring up accidentally. And now she had frightened this woman who was just trying to give her a damn cookie.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Thank you for the cookie. I promise I’m not always scary I just, I-”

You stopped her. “Hey, it’s fine. If I heard someone running at me in a parking lot in the middle of the night, I would be on edge too. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Plus, you’re...well...here,” you paused, gesturing to the community center the two of you had just come from, before continuing, “so I think it’s safe to assume you aren’t having the best time. I get it. If there’s any way I can help, please let me know.”

Wanda was at a loss for words. She had nearly struck you with her powers and here you were, looking at her with a gentle smile and no fear on your face whatsoever.

After a few minutes of silence, you awkwardly placed the napkin-wrapped cookie on the hood of her car, before stepping back and smiling at her yet again.

“I’ll see you next week, Wanda. Have a good night,” you say, waving at her before you walk out of the parking lot and down the block.

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Only, you didn’t see her in Group the following week.

After leaving the community center, you were about to head down the block when you noticed her car in the parking lot, with her in it. You gently approached her car, tapping on the window quietly in an attempt to not startle her.

She looked up at you with puffy, red-rimmed eyes, before rolling down her window.

“May I help you?”

Her tone was much harsher than she intended, and she winced at it, but you merely smiled at her, unaffected, before digging through your bag and pulling out a tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies.

“They had leftovers tonight, you want some?”

And you had shocked Wanda yet again.

“Sure.”

You reached forward to hand the cookies to her through the window when Wanda decided to take a leap of faith.

“You can come sit in here and share them with me, I wouldn’t mind some company,” She says quietly before adding, “I’ll warn you, though, I’m a bit of a trainwreck right now.”

You laughed softly before opening the door to the passenger side of her car and sliding in. You looked at her with soft eyes.

“Trainwrecks unite.”

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Wanda told you everything that night. She told you about Vision, about her love for him, and his for her. About how he was the first since her brother died to look at her like a person, and not a monster. She told you all about the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the desperate need for it to end.

And you listened. You watched her intently the whole time. You held her hand comfortingly as her body wracked with sobs. You were there. And that night, you didn’t know why, but you made a promise to always be there for the beautiful redhead with the lost hope.

That night was the first time since Vision’s death that Wanda slept soundly through the night. No nightmares. No suffering.

It had been three months since that night. Since then, it became a habit for the two of you to spend Wednesday nights following group sessions in her car, chatting about anything and everything. And Wanda had to admit, she was okay. For the first time since Vision’s death, she didn’t wish she could join him. She didn’t want to stay isolated in her room. She wanted to live. She wanted to show people the kindness you’d shown her. She woke every Wednesday with a smile, and you on her mind.

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This Wednesday, you appeared nervous as you got into the passenger side of Wanda’s car.

Wanda noticed this right off the bat.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You start fidgeting with your fingers and look down at your lap as you respond.

“Yeah, I just...I have to tell you something. Promise you won’t get mad.”

Wanda looks at you with a gentle smile.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend, I could never get mad at you. What is it?”

You took a deep breath and looked up at Wanda, before asking the question.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and she froze.

You tried to dig yourself out of the hole.

“Nevermind, forget I said anything, I never should’ve-”

“No.” Wanda said quietly.

“What?”

“No. I can’t. God, I could never love you.”

You felt your heart shatter in your chest.

Wanda quickly realized the weight of her words, and tried to fix them, “Y/N, no, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I-”

“It’s fine, Wanda. I have to go.”

With that, you scrambled out of the car and walked out of the parking lot and down the block, with tears streaming down your face, and your heart broken.

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Wanda couldn’t believe she had said that. The truth is, she didn’t know if she had room in her heart for more than one love. She had loved Vision. He was everything to her. Could she also love you?

For the rest of the week, Wanda was beyond conflicted. She knew she had to apologize to you, but she didn’t want to do so until she had sorted out her own feelings. You deserved a solid answer.

It was Tuesday night. She would see you again tomorrow. And she still didn’t know. She tossed and turned that night for hours before she finally fell asleep, you and Vision occupying her mind, per usual.

She was in a field of flowers. It was beautiful. She thought about how she might like to show it to you. And then she heard someone. Someone she thought she would never hear from or see again.

“Wanda, darling.”

“Vision?” She spun around, and there he was, smiling at her.

“It’s okay, you know,” He said. Wanda was confused. He continued, “The feelings that you’re feeling. For her. It’s okay.”

She laughed, “You always did know me better than I knew myself.”

Vision smiled softly at her.

“Vision, I love you. I love you so much. I can’t let you go.”

“Wanda, no one is asking you to. You can move on without letting my memory slip away from you.”

Wanda nods softly, thinking intently about what he said.

“Tell me about her,” he encourages.

Wanda smiles.

“She’s so gentle. And so stubborn. I almost hurt her when we first met but she didn’t cower. She wasn’t afraid. She didn’t look at me like a monster. She made me laugh for the first time since you...you know. She fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous. She does this adorable head tilt when she’s listening intently. She’s patient. She’s kind. She’s...she’s everything,” Wanda realizes, awestruck.

Vision approaches her.

“You love her.”

She looks at him, concerned. “Is that okay?”

He merely smiles. “Darling, of course it’s okay. She sounds wonderful. You deserve her. You deserve love, even if it isn’t with me. You deserve happiness.”

Wanda grabs his hands. “Thank you, Vision. For your love. I think it will always be a part of me. But I’m ready to move on. I love her. I’m ready.”

Vision squeezes her hands gently. “That you are, Wanda. I’ll always love you. Now go. Go to her.”

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Wanda shot up, breathing deeply. This time, she only had one person on her mind: you. “I love her,” she whispers softly to herself. She smiles, but it quickly fades when she remembers the words she said to you last week. She had to make this right.

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She arrived at Group early, noticing with a frown that the snack table was empty. She knew she would need some baked goods to give her the courage to approach you, so she approached the facilitator, Mindy, and cleared her throat to get Mindy’s attention.

“Um, hello, ma’am, I was just wondering where the goodies are? They’re usually here by now,” she said.

Mindy smiled at the girl. “I’m sorry, dear, but there won’t be any baked goods today. Y/N called me earlier, and told me she wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“Y/N? What does she have to do with-” Wanda pauses. Holy shit. You were the owner of Sugar, Butter, Flour. You had been the one making the goodies that fueled her to keep attending the group. You had been the provider of her temporary escape from the world. You did that. It truly was always you. She had to find you.

“Are you alright, dear?” Mindy asked.

Wanda shook her head. “No, there’s something I need to do. Thank you for your help, ma’am.” And with that, she sprinted out the door, got into her car, and pulled out of the parking lot.

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Wanda didn’t know where she was going. She just knew she had to find you. And then it started raining. No, not just raining. Pouring. This made it incredibly hard for Wanda to see where she was going, but she was determined.

As she drove, she realized something. She had told you everything about herself. You had listened, asked questions. But she never once asked about you. Hell, she didn’t even know you baked for a living until 15 minutes ago. She didn’t even know why you attended the grief group.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she had driven all the way to the park at the edge of town, until she saw you. You were sitting on a bench, in the pouring rain, sobbing and shaking. Her heart broke at the sight. She quietly got out of her car.

“Y/N?” She called your name softly, approaching you with caution.

Your head snapped up.

“Wanda?”

She smiled weakly at you, and suddenly your eyes filled with more tears as you began to shake again.

“I tried to go to Group and act like everything was normal, I really tried, Wanda, but I just couldn’t, I’m sorry, I’m so-”

Wanda rushed over to you, engulfing you in a hug, holding you tightly as you sobbed.

“It’s okay, malyshka, it’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. Breathe, sweet girl. I’m here. I’m right here, I promise.”

She continued to hold you and speak comforting words to you for what felt like hours, until your sobs eventually died down, and you pulled away, sniffling. You looked up at the sky as if just remembering it was pouring, before standing up from the bench.

“Sorry about that. We should probably go inside, it’s pouring, and I don’t want you to-”

“I love you,” Wanda blurted out, leaving you speechless. She stood up and took your hands, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when you don't pull away. “I’m in love with you. I’m so sorry for not admitting it to myself, or you, sooner. Me saying that I could never love you? That was the grief speaking. I shouldn’t have let it control me like that. And I’m done. I’m done letting it control me. The truth is, anyone would be lucky to love you. And I do. I love you. I love your smile, I love your kind heart. I love your baked treats, which, by the way, I just learned were yours about an hour ago,” She says, and you let out a wet laugh. “I shouldn’t have said those things,” She continued, “It was wrong. I’m in love with you. And I understand if you don’t want to give me a second chance, because-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips against hers, and without hesitation, she kissed back, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. The two of you only pulled away when you let out a violent shiver because of the rain. She looked at you concerned, but you merely laughed, pulling her in for another kiss.

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“Detka, I’m home!” Wanda called out, wondering where you were. Her questions were answered when a delicious smell hit her. She walked into the kitchen and smiled adoringly at you. You were moving around the kitchen, flour in your hair, and batter all over your clothes, completely in your own little world.

“Detka,” Wanda tries again, and you spin around, holding a spatula out in front of you as a form of defense.

“Shit, Wanda, sorry, you scared me!” You said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“My how the tables have turned,” she says teasingly, before removing the spatula from your hand and licking it.

“Wanda,” you pouted, “I was using that! Now I have to wash it!”

Wanda kissed the pout off of your face, before smiling at you triumphantly at doing so.

“Or, you could stop baking for the night and come cuddle with me and watch Bewitched,” she suggested, giving you those adorable puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You know I can’t resist that face. Okay. Give me 10 minutes to get showered and then I’ll join you on the couch.”

“I’ll be counting!” She called as you made your way to the bathroom.

It had been 5 years since that night in the rain, and as she sat down on the couch, gazing down at the wedding band that adorned her left hand, she still couldn’t believe how she had gotten so lucky to find another love. You were beautiful, kind, and patient, and she loved you with every ounce of her heart.

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” You asked with a smile, before settling down next to her on the couch and curling into her side.

“You. It’s always you,” she replied, kissing your temple.

You smile lovingly at her. “I love you, Wanda.”

“And I love you, beautiful girl.”

And as the two of you sat there, snuggled up, and watched Bewitched, both of you were so grateful that Wanda had made room for another love.

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Burn The Witch 12 - Bad Surprise [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Sometimes plans have to change.

Series Masterlist

Every job required something from people, and your job was no different.

Being a spy was not a conventional profession, everyone knew that. You were expected to be on the move all the time, be a good liar, be a good fighter, be whatever the job told you to.

And most important of all; never show fear, which you were usually fine with. You had learned long ago how to keep your calm in times of crisis. You had even managed to keep your calm facade when your last mission required you to play Russian Roulette with a target in order to keep your cover.

But this? This was something else.

Bucky cleared his throat to stifle a laugh as he looked down at you.

“Is it just me or are you using me as a human shield against a peacock right now?”

Your eyes snapped up at his for a moment before you turned your gaze to the peacock again, taking a subtle step to Bucky’s right to keep him between you and the animal.

Coming to the zoo was his idea, and you thought it could be a fun experience. You had never been to a zoo before, and it would count as one of the old times dates, so you were almost giggly by the time you got there.

Right until now.

“I think peacocks don’t have souls.”

“Alright.” Bucky sipped his coffee while you tried to ignore the fear bubbling at the pit of your stomach, eyeing the peacock that walked around the area behind the fences.

“I’m serious,” you insisted “What if it attacks me?”

“It’s not going to attack you Y/N.”

“It could,” you said, “It looks like it wants to attack me.”

The peacock fanned out its feathers all of a sudden and let out a squawk, making you jump out of your skin.

“Fuck!” the curse left your lips and Bucky’s eyebrows rose, an amused grin pulling at his lips.

“Sorry!” you said quickly, “Sorry, I…I don’t trust peacocks.”

“You got mugged in a dark alley and got shot, and a bird is where you draw the line?”

Correction, you were once held at gunpoint by the Italian mafia and peacocks were still where you drew the line.

“That’s not a bird.”

“….Peacocks are birds.”

“No, that’s the devil looking like a bird,” you said, “In-in bird shape. Bird shaped demon.”

“Okay, how about we see some other less threatening animal?”

“Let me check—oh my God Bucky they have sharks, I love sharks!” you said, waving the brochure in his face and he pulled his brows together.

“Sharks fall under the less threatening animal category?”

“Of course they do!” you said, looking at the brochure before looking around, “I think the aquarium is over there, let’s go.”

You grabbed his hand to entwine your fingers with his as you both started walking towards the huge blue structure.

“So I feel like I shouldn’t ask because I know you can’t exactly tell me the details,” you said, “But you’re not going on another mission soon, are you? This week?”

“I don’t think so,” he said, “Why?”

“I’m kind of planning something.”

He tilted his head, “What are you planning?”

“Not a club, relax.” you said, “Although I find it quite ironic that you’re this unstoppable brave superhero with super strength who gets intimidated by dancing.”

“I’m not intimidated…” he grumbled under his breath, making you giggle.

“Whatever you say,” you sang, and reached the entrance of the huge building and you pulled your hand out of his.

“Excuse me sir, is the aquarium still open?” you asked the security guard by the door and a small smirk appeared on his lips.

“Yes but it is closing in ten minutes sweetheart.”

Sweetheart?

Jesus Christ….

You smiled politely at him, batting your lashes.

“Oh—“ you took a look at the sign, “I just want to see the killer shark and we’ll be out. In five minutes. Please?”

He eyed you up and down but seemed to snap out of it when Bucky cleared his throat behind you as if warning him, making the guy gawk between you two.

Even you had to admit you seemed like a quite unusual couple. You were wearing a short white sundress with ruffled sleeves and sweetheart neckline with your hair loose while Bucky looked as if he was there to kill someone, a complete opposite of you with his dark jeans and black leather jacket as well as leather gloves.

You didn’t even have to turn your head to know that he was glaring at the guard before the guy shifted his weight, then stepped aside.

“Enjoy.”

“Thank you!” you said, grabbing Bucky’s hand as you led him inside. He followed you without any objections whatsoever, in complete silence as the sight of blue filled your vision along with many fish swimming behind the glass.

“You don’t even see it, do you?” he asked softly and you pulled your brows together.

“Hm?”

“Does anyone ever say no to you?”

You approached the label by the glass, “You do.”

“Do I?”

“All the time,” you nodded, still reading the label but your head shot up when you felt him tug you by the hand. A giggle escaped from your lips as he turned you around so that you could look up at him, then wrapped his arm around you to scoop you up, making you squeal.

“Bucky!”

“All the time?”

“Put me down!” you said, your laughter echoing in the empty aquarium halls and he tilted his head.

“Not until you explain yourself,” he teased you, “All the time?”

“Sometimes, sometimes!” you said quickly, “Very rare times I might add!”

“Mm hm, I thought so.”

“If you drop me, I swear to God—“ you started but was cut off when he pulled you into a kiss, making you wrap your arms around his neck. He took a step with you still in his embrace and you gasped as you felt your back hit the thick glass, but every single protest you could think of seemed to disappear from your mind as you lost yourself in the kiss. You raked your fingernails over the nape of his neck, making his grip around you tighter-

Then someone coughed.

Bucky pulled back instantly and you turned your head to see another rather annoyed technician leaning on her hip, watching you with her brows raised.

“Aquarium is about to close,” she said, pointing at you, “Take it elsewhere.”

Bucky put you down and you tried to fix the skirt of your dress, trying to look presentable.

“Sorry!” you said as Bucky mumbled an apology beside you as well, and the technician shook her head and walked away, talking about how she wasn’t getting paid enough for this. You covered your face and let out a whine but Bucky chuckled, causing you to lower your hands to stare up at him.

“Why is this entertaining for you?” you exclaimed and he held your wrist, gently steering you to the exit.

“Come on.”

“We can never come here again, ever.” you insisted as you followed him outside. It didn’t escape your notice that he bumped his shoulder into the security guard’s quite hard, almost knocking him over on your way out and your jaw dropped.

“That was mean!”

“Nah, he had it coming. Are you hungry?”

“But you could get in trouble. Besides, he was a nice guy—“

“Uh huh, a nice guy who was ogling you.”

You pulled your brows together, pretending to be confused, “Oh I’m sure you misunderstood.”

He tilted his head and pulled you closer to wrap his arm around your waist, then brushed his lips against yours, making you sigh.

“Bucky, it was mean and you can’t just kiss me to distract me—”

“I can try,” he murmured to your lips before kissing you again and you looked up at him when he pulled back with a grin.

“Fine,” you admitted, still pouting. “I’m hungry. Starving actually, let’s eat something.”

***

You were finding it harder and harder to convince yourself it was time to go home after every date with Bucky.

Scratch that, you were finding it harder and harder not to invite him upstairs.

But of course, you would have to report it back to the General and discuss the further strategies with him and for some reason, it felt more of a betrayal than this whole thing.

Surprisingly enough, it was something you wanted and not something you would will yourself to do because of the mission. There was no denying it, he was an attractive guy and you really liked spending time with him and you kept having dreams about him and whenever you were with him you had this lightness in your mind, as if you were a different person.

A better person, maybe.

You shook your head at your thoughts and left your apartment to knock on Keith’s door.

“It’s me, open up.”

You heard footsteps before he opened the door and a boyish smile pulled at his lips at the sight of milkshakes in your hand.

“Jesus, finally!”

“I made it at home, can’t promise it’s good,” you said as you walked past him into his apartment and stepped into the living room, “What are you watching?”

“James Bond,” he grinned at you, “Hey, have you ever tried milkshake with gin?”

“No?”

“Me neither, let’s try it.” He said, taking the big glasses from you to pour gin into them. You sat on the couch and took a look at the screen.

“How many times have you watched this again?”

“Like a hundred,” he handed you your glass and you took a sip.

“Not bad,” you commented, putting your feet up on the coffee table. He sat beside you, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“What did you do today?”

“Had a date.”

“With Barnes?”

“Yeah. At the zoo.”

“He took you to the zoo?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And peacocks are fucking scary,” you muttered, “And hey, we learned that Bucky is the jealous type.”

“The guy was dating people back at 40s, I could tell you that much myself.” He snorted, “Chloe says you went on a mission with Julian?”

You slipped a little on the couch, “He’s an asshole.”

“I know. Is he really that bad in bed?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Nah as much as I hate to admit, he’s pretty good. Unfortunately.”

“So top or bottom?”

“He goes either way to be honest, that comment was more about me.”

“About you?”

“Yeah, I like to be on top.”

“Suddenly everything about you makes sense,” he murmured and you took another sip of your milkshake.

“Don’t try that with Barnes though, the guy is from 1940s. He’s probably used to missionary only, you don’t want to give him a heart attack,” he wiggled his brows, making you scoff.

“Shut up.”

“Chloe is right, maybe you should go full on vintage on that when the time comes.”

You turned to look at him.

“Speaking of Chloe,” you said, “Anything you would like to tell me?”

Keith’s grin faded slightly and he shifted his weight, “Like what?”

“Bringing her coffee, taking her out to the field…” you trailed off, “What gives, man? I thought we had a deal.”

“We never had a deal,” he defended himself, “You slammed me back during training years ago at the academy and told me not to even think about it when you saw me looking at her.”

“No,” you shook your head, “Five years ago, in Ireland. That undercover job, the one that almost got you killed? We made a deal.”

He swallowed thickly, looking down at the milkshake before taking a sip. “Y/N…”

“Keith, you can’t,” you insisted, “She deserves a normal life, a normal family and kids and a dog and stuff.”

“I know,” he ran a hand over his face, “I know.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know.”

“You’re a spy,” you said, “You said it yourself, spies die like flies.”

“Not all of them,” he said, “General is still alive. He has a family.”

“Yeah, one in a hundred,” you said, “Face it. That’s a very low possibility for us.”

“You don’t think you’ll get to grow old and have a family and all that?”

You pulled your brows together.

“No,” you said, “Of course not. I’m probably going to die in one of these missions.”

“You don’t believe that.”

“Keith, I can’t have any of those,” you said, “I can’t. I…it’s impossible.”

“Don’t you want to?”

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you muttered, “I made my choice ages ago.”

“Y/N,” he sat up straighter, “Do you want to?”

With a very bad timing, your imagination went overdrive and a strange scene flashed before your eyes. You laughing in Bucky’s arms, watching two kids playing in the garden-

You shook your head, trying to shake off the thoughts.

“I could never have that,” you stated simply, “You might love Chloe and you might also be lucky enough to have her love you but…it’s not the same with me.”

“I’d say Barnes loves you.”

A bitter smile pulled at your lips and you bit inside your cheek, taking another sip of your milkshake.

“He loves someone who doesn’t exist,” you managed to croak out, “He loves my cover. He could never love me.”

***

Spending the night at Keith’s and drowning your sorrows in gin and milkshake meant that you would have a killer hangover the next day. Unlike Keith, you didn’t have the luxury to sleep until the noon, seeing that you had a cover job to keep so for the whole day until noon, you walked around like a zombie.

Coffee helped though. Just a little.

Thankfully it was a slow day at the shop. After serving a couple of people, you had nothing to do other than seriously considering sticking your head in the freezer to get rid of the hangover.

“Long night?” Tara asked as she walked past you to put the straws into the cup and you nodded, groaning.

“Remind me not to drink, ever.”

“I make that promise to myself every Monday, does not seem to work.”

You chuckled, “Have you ever tried to mix gin into milkshakes?”

“No?”

“Don’t,” you shook your head as you helped her to move an empty milkshake container into the kitchen. “It’s a terrible idea and I’m experiencing the consequences of that mistake right now.”

“That sounds like a fun night though.”

“Fun night, terrible morning,” you let out a laugh as you walked out of the kitchen but as soon as you did, your eyes caught the sight of the man in the shop. Your smile was wiped off your face as the familiar anger filled your system.

Jesus Christ, this day sucks.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you asked and Julian had the audacity to shoot you a grin.

“Whoa cute outfit,” he said, eyeing you up and down, “Holy shit I didn’t even know I was into this whole thing, I’m having an epiphany.”

You looked over your shoulder to see if Tara was still in the kitchen, then turned to Julian.

“What are you doing here?”

“I was craving milkshakes,” he stated, “Hey, would you recommend Lavender Macaron?”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“I think I’m gonna go with Lavender Macaron, makes me think of France,” he said, “Fun times.”

“Fun for you maybe.”

He shot you a look, “Come on Y/N, we didn’t leave the honeymoon suite for two days. That was the greatest-“ he lowered his voice, “Mission I’ve ever had.”

“You’re putting this entire operation in—“ you started but stopped talking as soon as Tara walked out of the kitchen. Julian raised his brows for a moment before smiling at her and you went under the counter to grab his arm.

“Y/N, is everything okay?”

“Just peachy,” you said as you dragged him out of the shop, and he heaved a sigh, following you.

“No I’m serious…” he said with a chuckle as soon as you both stepped outside, then motioned at the uniform, “This is something else.”

“Why are you here?”

“I heard that it was good, I did not think it was this good.”

“I’m seriously two seconds away from punching you.”

“How come you never dressed up like this for me when we were dating?”

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you insisted and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I was around.”

“And I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Believe whatever you want,” he said, “Your shop has good rating, although I’m beginning to believe it has less to do with milkshakes and more about the waitresses.”

“Julian I swear to God—“ you started but you were cut off when someone cleared his throat, making both you and Julian turn your heads. Your stomach dropped as soon as you saw Bucky watching you two with a frown and you withdrew your hand from Julian’s arm.

“Bucky,” you breathed out, “Um-hi.”

“Hi,” he said without taking his eyes off Julian, and you could almost see the wheels turning in his head.

He was trying to decide whether he was a threat to you.

“I didn’t…I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I figured I could drop by,” he said, crossing his arms, “What’s going on?”

Fuck.

Fuck, you had no idea how to turn this around. Thankfully neither of you had said anything about the mission, so it was more than likely that Bucky just knew you knew each other, but other than that, your cover wasn’t blown.

“Nothing! Nothing at all, he’s just—“ you stammered, trying to come up with an explanation, “He’s um—“

“Oh come on Y/N, don’t be one of those secretive people,” Julian said, “You hate secrets. You’re Bucky, right? I heard about you.”

Bucky just raised his brows, his glare on him unwavering but even if it was quite chilling, Julian was a trained assassin just like you were, so he was used to it. Instead he curled his lips, looking between you before offering him his hand.

“I’m Julian,” he introduced himself, shooting you a grin as if you two shared an inside joke “The evil ex-boyfriend who’s gonna take her from you.”

Chapter 13

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #tfatws #bucky barnes imagine #marvel #bucky barnes x you #the falcon and the winter soldier

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There was something different about Miguel that he'd been operating as, as of late. Some of the other spiders had seen it in his behavior, and while he waved it off as being nothing of concern nor any of his business, the futuristic arachnid had indeed been busy, and unfortunately for Miggy, some of the thoughts in his mind weren't quite his own. "Don't give a shock how many times you swear at me or however many different languages you speak in, Magik. The result's still gonna end up the same, and there's nothing you can do about it. I would love to see you take out that Soulsword of yours and try to impale me with it, if you actually could. And even if you did manage to find a way to summon it from sheer willpower alone? You'd be too fatigued, too drained, with not enough gas left in the tank to do anything against me. I'm way stronger than you, much more agile than you, and I've got a sixth sense to warn me of any impending danger you try and send my way. You're only as great as your last fight and unfortunately for you Illyana, you've lost yours."

Miggy profusely rubbed against her clit with that much more aggression, more anger, and arguably more passion as he felt Magik's body flush with excitement, annoyance, and anger all mixed together into one vitriolic emotion that words couldn't just merely describe to serve the occasion justice. And speaking of which, Miggy had no doubts that the mutant would love to serve him a lot more than justice if she ever managed to get out of these cursed web binds that were a lot stronger than just mere webs of the modern day. "Above me? You're no angel," he mused without a smile on his face whatsoever, pulling off his mask so that the hell blonde could stare him in the eyes, no fear emanating between them whatsoever. "I'd love for the tables to turn, but unfortunately that's simply never going to happen for the likes of you," he clapped her cheek lightly on her face, even going as far as to pinch it and shake it a bit to piss her off even further. With his talon still within her, he rubbed her incredibly vigorously even more, and this time wetness finally began seeping down both sides of her legs, rolling down her thighs, garnering the sort of reaction the arachnid expected. Miggy felt a hardcore headache come over him, but he shook his head trying to shake it off.

@whereisthatwritten

#whereisthatwritten #( magik and miggy. )

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marsbutterfly · 3 years ago

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may i request a levi x reader oneshot? maybe like a hurt/comfort something

tyyyy have a nice day <3

Late Night Lullaby

Summary: After a failed mission beyond the walls, you find yourself being unable to sleep. Lucky for you, the door to Levi's office is always open.

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Another day, another failed mission outside the walls. Except this time you could still feel the titan’s strong grip around your waist, pulling your body towards its massive mouth.

The cold sweat mixed with the drops of rain drips down your face, a bit of blood warming them up. If it wasn’t for Levi, at this time you would not even be here, you would be inside the titan’s stomach, your body dissolving before it is thrown back up.

Levi has always made sure you came back alive from every mission, even when you were still in the cadet corps. He would always look for you amongst the dead bodies and, once he noticed you weren’t there, he silently hoped that you were alive and not lost somewhere..

You’ve gotten close to death a good few times but something about this one was different. Maybe how close you actually got to being swallowed or because the only reason you nearly died is because of your own mistakes, either way the fear and guilt are still present in your mind.

Days have passed since then but the horrors you see when you close your eyes are very much still there.

When you realize it is yet again past curfew and you can’t close your eyes without being filled with a concerning amount of panic, you decide to head towards Captain Levi’s office in the hopes that he would be able to provide you with any form of comfort.

Quietly, you knock on the door a few times in a familiarly rhythmic way to let him know you are the one on the other side.

“Come in.” His voice is quiet but firm.

When you open the door, you are received by the image of Levi’s face being illuminated by the candles. His hair is messy, like he has been running his fingers through it in an attempt to focus, the bags underneath his eyes telling you the story of how he hasn’t slept in days.

“You look like shit.” You say and he rolls his eyes, placing down the papers that once rested in his hands as he turns his head to look at you.

But before he has the time to call you a brat or say anything teasingly in return, he notices the tears in your eyes and the slight tremble on your bottom lip and hands. He sighs heavily before standing up, heading towards his unused bed.

You don’t have time to say another word before he wraps you in his blanket, covering you from your head to your toes. You smirk among the tears and you can feel his arms wrapping around you as he places your face on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, smelling your skin through the cloth of the blanket.

“I can’t close my eyes anymore.” You say, nuzzling your face against him. Levi lets out a sigh and you can feel as he picks you up. Your head rests on one of his arms while your feet tangle from the other one.

You yelp but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes you towards his bed and places you as gently as he possibly can as if you were a doll made out of thin porcelain.

He places your head on the cold surface of the pillow and you clutch to his shirt, puppy eyes desperately pleading for him to not leave you alone. Levi plants a soft kiss on your hand before bringing his hand to your face.

His thumb brushes against the tears that stream down your cheeks and he whispers, “You’re going to be ok. I’ll be right back with something that might help soothe your nerves.”

When the door opens, a cold air current comes from the hallway made of stone and a chill travels down your skin. You pull Levi’s blanket tightly above your chest while looking for any kind of support in his absence.

The trees dance with the wind outside the window, the shadows tormenting you. With wide eyes, you look around the room constantly making sure no titan has made its way inside the barricades.

You can still hear it in the distance: the screams of your fallen comrades who lost their lives because you used the wrong smoke signal. Because of a stupid mistake you’ve made in a moment where it mattered the most.

The burden you carry from their lives, how were you allowed to live while their families just lost someone important? How were you allowed to come back when half the bodies didn’t? Why were you the only one?

Once you realize Levi has been gone for quite a while, paranoia starts to settle in and you are convinced something bad has happened to him. The worst part is that you don’t even know where he went so you can’t go looking.

You are fully aware that he is humanity’s strongest soldier but yet you can shake off the anxiety that comes with thinking that he was somehow killed or kidnapped on his way towards wherever he was going.

Even without knowing where he is, you decide enough is enough and the worry is too much to bear. So in an impulse, you drop the blanket from your shoulders and rush to the door, turning the knob and pulling it open in one swift move but there he stands.

Two cups of tea in his hands and the lantern hanging from his teeth, his foot is up in the air as if he was about to use it to kick open the wooden door. It takes a second but you finally realize he needs assistance so you remove the light from his lips.

He thanks you while you guide him towards the table resting by one of the windows. You place the lantern on the surface, far away from his papers, before Levi hands you a cup.

“It’s a very soothing tea, it’s called…” He says but you cut him off as politely as possible.

“Chamomile.” You smile softly, “How were you able to get this? It’s so incredibly rare.”

“I have my connections in the underground, directly from the stash on its way to the richer families who don’t know anything about appreciating good tea when they see it.” He replies, picking his cup up with the tip of his fingers.

Levi pulls the chair further up a bit as an invitation for you to sit and you gladly take it.

Your image is reflected on his cup and you notice how awful you look: your hair is now a tangled mess, the round circles underneath your eyes seem to get darker by the hour and you can’t even remember when was the last time you had brushed your teeth.

To keep those thoughts away, you take a sip of the sweet liquid. The warmth brings a comforting sensation to your chest and you feel as if your favorite person in the entire world has wrapped their arms around you.

It takes you a second to realize that he did, in fact, hug you from behind. The tea is still in one of his hands while the other holds your shoulders tightly close to his chest.

You feel the warmth of a few new tears as they make their way past your eyes. He doesn’t say anything nor does he need to, all you need in that moment is to feel protected and cared for and Levi has always been the best at providing you with that feeling.

He puts the cup down before kneeling beside you. He places his hand on your cheek and, with his thumb, brushes away the stubborn tears.

“You are safe now.” He says and you nod, feeling as he places his forehead against yours.

After moving away, he silently tilts his head towards the tea in your hands. You take a sip after the other until the contents of the cup have all disappeared. Once you place the cup down, Levi takes your hand and guides you towards his bed.

The blanket he once put above you now rests on his lap and he immediately uses it to shield your body from the chilly wind that comes through a crack on the window.

He wraps his arm around you, gently pulling you closer to him until there is no space whatsoever between your bodies. He is warm but especially his hands which touch you so delicately that you feel like a rare flower.

His face is buried on the back of your neck and you can feel his breath against your skin, awakening butterflies in your stomach in a way you have never felt before. But then again, Levi is quite the master of providing you with new sensations.

You can hear the footsteps outside the room coming from soldiers who patrol the hallways making sure everyone is safe. You can hear the flame of the candle as it dances with the wind. You focus on the sound of Levi’s deep breaths before he begins to hum a melody.

It’s a song you have never heard before and yet it feels so familiar. You feel the vibration coming from his throat and you smile, nuzzling your face against his hand. The melody is soothing and you can feel the peace radiating from the man behind you.

Your eyelids are now as heavy as bags of sand. Even with a wordless lullaby, Levi has managed to wash you with a sense of peace and tranquility. While one of his arms is still wrapped around you, the other reaches for your hair as he plays with the wild strands, combing your hair in the process.

“Where did you learn this song?” You ask quietly and you can feel as he smiles before planting a kiss on your head.

“My mother would sing it to me when I was younger.” He says, “It was the only thing that would help me fall asleep.”

“It’s a beautiful melody.” You acknowledge and he nods.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He says and you can feel a happy smile taking over your lips. In this moment, you have forgotten all about the dangerous situation you had just been put in earlier in the day, all that matters is this moment with Levi. “Blow the candle, let’s get you some sleep.”

You do as he says, quickly returning to his embrace. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I will never let anything bad happen to you.” He whispers softly in response. You close your eyes, focusing once again on his breathing.

Before you have time to fall asleep, you realize his grip around you has loosen up a bit and his breathing has a little more rhythm to it. You realize he has fallen asleep and you can’t help but smile.

You turn around to face him, carefully moving so he won’t wake up. You plant a kiss on his forehead before nuzzling your head on his chest, feeling as he pulls you closer to him in his sleep like you were his teddy bear.

For the first time, you are able to close your eyes and see a beautiful image of Levi taking care of you and you quietly begin hum the song he introduced you to, only stopping when you fall asleep in his arms.

A lullaby is a song known to put people to sleep and, thanks to Levi, you have now found a way to prevent the demons from your past from getting to you during bedtime.

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chemicalpink · 4 years ago

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Lonely Hearts Club ♡ BTS OT7

Pairing: female reader x OT7

Warning: smut. polyamory. kinda voyeurism (? like- how else are you supposed to make an 8 people intercourse work.

A/N: this has a very poor representation of polyamory ok. It actually contains everything that is not how polyamory works, but it’s in favour of the theme. This is my last work for the Electra Heart Series

Summary: January to December, do you wanna be a member? In this Lonely Hearts Club, do you want to be with somebody like us?

Genre: smut

Word Count: 4.5k

“Where are you going Kookie?” Taehyung called from his spot cuddled on Jimin’s side without really tearing his eyes from the screen as they both watched some movie on the couch, a usual Friday night.

Jungkook paused for half a second as he made sure he had everything in his pocket before heading to the door “Out”

“Out where?” Jungkook groaned loudly at the questioning, as if it were nothing common within their relationship, determined to extend the silence in the room long enough to be comfortably dismissed from the conversation.

“Out with that girl he has yet to come clean to” Yoongi mentioned as he made his way to the living room, bag of chips in hand and stuffing a few inside his mouth as he did “which by the way, I’ve told him a thousand times before, it’s not decent to keep on leading her on”

“I’m not” the youngest murmured under his breath, which earned him a pointed look from Yoongi, followed by the TV pausing and both of the other men to turn their attention to him “I’m not leading her on”

A hand was placed on his right shoulder from behind, making him startle, wide doe eyes in full display as Seokjin voiced his input in the situation “You’re going out with a girl that we all know likes you while being a relationship, Jungkookie” Seokjin made the most overdramatic pout “I’d say that’s leading her on, plus, placing us second”

Jungkook let out a heavy sigh, already knowing he was about to be very late to the date “You guys all said you were okay with me dating out of the circle”

“You know we’re messing with you, come on, you’ll be late for your date” he’d have to thank Namjoon for always coming to the rescue when Seokjin was being a little bit too much.

If someone was to tell him he would end up in a polyamorous relationship he would have laughed in their face. If someone was to tell him that he would end up in a polyamorous relationship with the six older men he was forced to share his college unit with, he would have crumbled apart right there and then, it was no secret whatsoever that he had the biggest crush on the six of them the moment he first saw them, call it gay panicking or whatever.

And you see, things were going smooth, at least as smooth as they could be when 7 people are dating each other, minus the stares when they went out in public, the questioning of their not so close friends and the constant battle royale when it came down to sleeping arrangements, it was smooth. Until you came along. Sure, after eight months of him joining the polycule, and people unable to think outside their monogamous mindset, a fair number of guys and girls had approached him, which was always meant to go in either of two possible ways:

First, and best, case scenario, they were only interested in a fling, a one night stand that ultimately turns into a somewhat friendly distanced greeting when on campus, it was a thing between the seven men after all, being able to casually date outside the circle and understanding that the strongest emotional bond was with their boyfriends at home, although… Jungkook was the one doing it most often, Jimin following him casually in indulging in the pleasure of casual sex from time to time.

Second, and the hardest scenario due to him having the softest heart (if having Hoseok cutting ties with his potential partners in more than one occasion is anything to go by) is when after the first scenario, people keep trying to get in touch with him, not that there’s anything wrong with it but he wasn’t interested, plus, when he went as far as explaining the whole polyamory situation, people would dismiss it as an non-existent relationship or worse yet, there was a guy that went as far as telling him that all he needed was to be ‘dicked down good enough’ for him to stop being polyamorous; Yoongi had gone and had a friendly talk with the dude when Jungkook went home that night crying (he might have sent the guy to ER but there’s really no way to know)

So really, third case scenario was way out of control for him, said scenario being you. Never asking anything too invasive, hooked up a few times and even made him breakfast one of them which ended up with Jungkook bolting right out of your apartment, thinking that was it and he’d never see you again but boy was he wrong, you had texted him after to make sure he was okay, had the most amazing round of make up sex (could it even be called that when you two didn’t even fight? and it was all just him being a moron?).

So here’s the thing, maybe his heart started picking up when he saw you, maybe he started feeling butterflies when you two made out on your couch, maybe the blurred line between being a casual hook up and falling for you had become no line at all, and soon enough his hyungs started pestering him that he shouldn’t play with your feelings. God how much easier would it be if you were a student at his campus, with the amount of talk about the ‘7 best looking guys being in a polyamorous relationship’ really would have done the trick, so that he could stop the inner fear of losing you that came with owning it up and telling you he was indeed not just bisexual, but in an eight month relationship with 6 guys.

So far, Namjoon had had the most serious talk with him ever since he was invited to join the relationship, then came Yoongi constantly bickering with him as a passive agressive way to get him to come clean, Hoseok aggressively cuddling him while whispering borderline nasty and teasing things to him while Seokjin, Taehyung and Jimin had made it their job to try and gatekeep him from you before any date with the theatrics of non existent jealousy. Deep down he knew it was wrong, so wrong of him to keep such a vital piece of information from you, then again, he couldn’t bear the feeling of seeing you being disgusted for his love choices, polyamory was one hell of a misunderstood topic, often overseen as being greedy and unable to choose. Which was a blatant lie. He had made a choice eight months ago, and it pained him to even think that if the time came, he would have to stand by it. He would choose the six of them all over again. No doubts in his mind he would choose them over you if it came to be like that.

What if he had spent a week bawling his eyes out at night after a date with you and quality time at home, people should mind their own business. And the men he loved the most in the world were proving to be deserving of his love yet again. He had cried one last time after thinking just how much they were meaning to go out of their way to keep Jungkook happy. They had kept him in their best interests when they decided that maybe, prior further consideration and a serious talk involving you and Jungkook, maybe an eight addition wouldn’t be so bad.

“God I can’t believe we are not only condoning this behaviour but now we are endorsing it” Seokjin mentioned in one of his many overdramatic tones as he and Namjoon placed some delicious looking dishes out in their small backyard where they had all dressed up the place when little Jungkookie announced he was bringing you over.

Namjoon was quick to attempt to calm his boyfriend down while placing a small kiss on his lips “You’re overthinking”

“Oh, I’m overthinking? How about Mr Jeon Jungkook who apparently can neither keep it in his pants nor grow a pair and tell someone that they are polyamorous, huh?” Namjoon really had to try his hardest not to burst out laughing at the way Seokjin’s words seemed to blend in together as they came out of his mouth in a flow that resembled a rap song “Don’t you try and gaslight me, Namjoon, I’ll have you know, psychology was my major before it was yours”

“Doctor Kim has a beautiful ring to it”

Seokjin did not stop a whole minute to stop placing everything out on the table as he kept on bickering with the younger “Don’t try to woo me Kim Namjoon, I know you only like the ring of it because we share the last name”

Jimin walked out the exact moment they were blasting fiery heart eyes at each other, nothing out of the ordinary in their dynamic, “Seokjin-hyung, Namjoon-hyung, I think she’s here” the youngest of the three lend a hand for the whole table to be set in record time, already hearing an additional female voice that didn’t use to be there before coming from inside “I don’t think Taehyung’s on board with all...this”

“What do you mean he’s not on board, we talked about it before!” if there was the slightest bit of panic in Namjoon’s eyes, he was one hell of an actor to have it covered up as soon as he sensed Seokjin stiff on his side and the whole room began to feel stuffy even when being outside.

“Tae says he’s not coming down for dinner” Hoseok announced as he popped his head outside “Y/N is talking in the living room with Kookie and Yoongi, she seems nice” before disappearing inside the house.

“I fucking told you all of this would come to bite us in the ass Joonie, eight people is one person too many” may Seokjin’s inability to read eye expressions be damned when Namjoon and Jimin tried to get him to keep his voice down before any more damage was caused.

A mop of black hair popped up from inside just the way Hoseok had done before, startling the three men outside when Jungkook spoke “Hey, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, totally” Jimin tried to fake a smile which ended up being the fakest smile he had ever put on his face, making the youngest squint his eyes at the three of them in a questioning manner, a few seconds away from dismissing it, Seokjin broke

“Taehyung is not taking part”

“What do you mean Taehyung is not taking part?” Jungkook’s eyes widened almost comically but anyone could see the anxiety and panic rising in them, Namjoon ever the peacemaker in the relationship intervening

“Tae says he’s backing down, but I’ll have a talk with him and-”

“I’ll do it” Jungkook shook his head as he took off back inside to the opposite side from which he came from; even with the whole uncertainty of the situation, it was sure not to head the right way it should have.

“That sounds lovely, I can just imagine” you said as Namjoon, who had just introduced himself, finished a random story about all seven of them “So.. you all live here together then?”

“Oh yeah, inseparable bond and what not” Seokjin, the oldest of the seven smiled somewhat uncomfortably at you, avoiding any type of direct contact. At first it really seemed to have taken the right turn, chatting with Yoongi and Hoseok after Jungkook left to see if anything else was needed before dinner, but then things started to shift, an unknown but uncomfortable silence filling the room every now and then, the way Jimin couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat and Seokjin made little to no effort to not show just how uncomfortable he was. Jungkook had mentioned earlier that his housemates could be somewhat weird, without mentioning exactly how, but from the looks of it, it had something to do with dating within themselves.

“Hey, do you mind if I use your restroom?”

“Ah sure, upstairs, first door to the left” Yoongi answered with a tight lip smile on his face, everyone’s eyes discreetly following you in silence until your figure couldn’t be seen, probably out of earshot as murmurs took over the living room.

Not that you really needed to use the toilet but it would be nice to splash some cold water in your face if you wanted to even try and survive the rest of the night, but as you reached the end of the stairs, a room across what seemed to be the bathroom caught your attention, snuffling noises coming from the inside, and you really should stick to your own business, but how much weirder could the night go? apparently, exponentially weirder.

You reached the door that was conveniently slightly open, allowing you to take a peek inside, a guy sitting beside Jungkook on the bed as he rubbed circles in the small of his back at the same time as he whispered things to his ear and you felt a pang in your chest, not really believing the whole sexual tension inside the room, perhaps your mind playing with you; up until the guy clearly nibbled Jungkook’s ear, a breathy moan escaping from his lips, your brain shortcircuiting between not understanding what was going on and finding it extremely hot.

“Tae no, you know I’m going out with Y/N” Jungkook said as the other guy moved around, seemingly placing a hand to his crotch in a playful manner, as far as the smirk in his face but obstruction of bodies allowed you to see from the door.

The guy’s eyes quickly turned to Jungkook in the biggest puppy stare you had ever seen, low voice above a whisper “Having someone around never stopped you before”

“Please”

A heavier moan escaped from Jungkook’s mouth, hands immediately locking the guy around him as he straddled his hips on the bed “Do you not love us anymore?”

Whether it was whatever that was going on inside between the two of them, or the mention of love, that made you forget your compromising position, getting the feeling that you should stop watching and panicky closed the door, making your presence known, the world may never know, but there were thousands of thoughts running in your mind. Sure, Jungkook had never put a label on your relationship, and from time to time you had believed that perhaps there was something beautiful there, now coming to think of it, maybe his heart had always been occupied, as all those friends of yours that knew him from somewhere had once said to you, how it was the weirdest thing out there watching 7 great looking guys hanging out as if they were on a date, the unusual way they carried around each other. Not that it was bad, but i crushed your heart to know that you would never fit in, as much as you kicked it off with Jungkook and the sex was amazing, the dynamic between them seemed to put you as just a plaything for the youngest of them all.

“Y/N? Jungkookie wants to have a talk with you” you didn’t even noticed the shift of your surrounding, knowing Jungkook, how he most probably bolted right out of the room when they heard the door close forcefully, too absorbed in your thoughts, still too absorbed in your thoughts as Hoseok led you back down, sitting you down a few feet away from where Jungkook was seated, the TV playing a random programme in the back “You two do your stuff, we’ll be outside, feel free to join, okay?”

The TV Show echoed in the dark, it seemed like it had been hours since you joined Jungkook in his living room, wanting nothing more than cross the door and never see him again, but he was a great kid, you knew just how much he would blame himself over what were your insecurities and inability to speak up on the matter, on never questioning what game you two were playing, sleeping around, going on dates but not getting involved. Until he was the first one to speak up.

“I am in a polyamorous relationship, Y/N” he heaved a sigh, as if the world was lifting from his shoulders “Have been for the last eight months”

Your heart sped up, the words unable to leave your lips, all tangled up on your brain “You should have told me before” you turned your face to where he was at the same time as he did the same “I would have understood”

“I don’t want to leave you”

“I know” which, you did know, time and time again he had made it clear that there was so much more to your relationship, although Jungkook wouldn’t express it out loud “I would love to have you… if there’s a way”

Jungkook’s doe eyes seemed to shine brighter at your words, although you could see tears forming in them “I don’t understand why would you want to be with someone like me”

“Jeon Jungkook” you scooted yourself to be closer to him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder “Some people are so full of love they can give a way to a lot of people, I understand that” his eyes lighted up at your words, the tiniest bit of hope in them

A hand was placed on your shoulder, softly grabbing the exposed skin, making you turn your head to see Hoseok, shadows playing on his face as he smirked down at you “Plus, love will never be forever, might as well have seven plans ahead, right Y/N?”

You could feel a lump in your throat at that, images of what you had witnessed inside the bedroom with Jungkook and his friend still fresh in your mind, clearing your throat you hesitated “Uhm.. I really don’t know how to feel about all this Hoseok” but as soon as the words left your mouth you could see the rest of the boys joining the living room, as if you were some kind of prey you were after, the only source of light coming from the fairy lights in the backyard, illuminating them as they approached, hiding their true intentions in their eyes at the same time as their faces became darker, heart thumping inside your ribcage

“Oh come on, Y/N I saw you looking at Jungkookie and I outside our bedroom” Taehyung mentioned, which made you flush, fortunately going unnoticed by the lack of light, although he chuckled as he once again straddled Jungkook inches beside you, an all-too familiar image of the both of them as he grinded hard down on Jungkook’s crotch, earning him a groan from the youngest “Seemed to me you were enjoying it a bit too much”

A firm hand underneath your chin turned you to face upwards by the slightest, a face that took you seconds to recognise as Yoongi’s too close to yours, grazing his lips with yours before he tutted and added a “Good girls are meant to share their toys Y/N” for good measure.

“Jungkookie here practically gave you up before asking you to join us” Jimin added as he took a sit beside you, body clinging to Yoongi who was still too close to you

“I just-” you turned your face to Jungkook, who was currently busy with his mouth all over Taehyung and Hoseok, both on each side of him as they seemed to get an equal amount of attention from the youngest, your lower abdomen firing up at the image and the prospect of you taking part in the dynamic “I guess it doesn’t really sound so bad”

“Even Seokjin is willing to give you a taste” spoke Namjoon as he walked into the area with Seokjin just inches behind him, nodding his head when you locked eyes with the eldest “But I bet you’ll be Yoongi-hyung’s favourite”

“It’s your turn to call the shots, Y/N”

Instead of a response, you pull on Jimin’s shirt until he leans onto you, capturing you lips in his in a kiss that seems to last just seconds before he is placing you on top of him, allowing Yoongi to take you previous spot, caressing you side so when you lean back to catch a breath, his mouth is on yours stealing your breath away; out of the corner of your eye you watch as Hoseok has his hand inside Jungkook’s pants “Sharing is caring, Yoongi” you remind him as he tries to have a second go, Jimin’s laughter underneath you hitting the right places as he frictions his front side up to you, earning a soft moan from your lips, which only turns to a second one when you feel two wet mouths on each side of your jaw, gently nibbling on the skin before they stopped to kiss right in front of you, tongues catching, groans escaping from each of Seokjin and Namjoon throat before they turned to look at you and retrieved to their original spot to entertain themselves.

“As much as I’d love to take her, I think it’s best if we let Jungkook welcome her into our dynamic” a soft laugh falls from Jimin’s lips as you quietly gasp when he places you on the couch, an awaiting Jungkook on your side, the blond man taking his turn with Yoongi a few inches away.

Jungkook’s eyes seem dazed, and he quickly finds your mouth, just the way he did all those times before, except that now it was somewhat different from them, in a room full of people, his boyfriends, yours soon to be; as he absentmindedly tongues your bottom lip to deepen the kiss, a single hand slides underneath the fabric of your shirt as the other grips around your thigh, slowly working its way to where you could already feel your panties dampening. Fingers dancing familiarly over your nipples, “God I don’t know what I’d have done if you said no to this”, you barely register his words so you just nod in agreement, desperately wanting him to touch you where you needed the most. Warm fingers find your folds, stroking them slowly, squelching sounds that somehow don't seem to phase the way the rest of the group keeps on having their tongues deep down on someone elses throat, changing partners everytime you look up. The tips of his fingers find your entrance, slowly working a pace in and out, pairing it with wet kissed to your exposed neck as you try and hold on to his shirt for dear life “You’re so wet already”

His fingers pick up speed, barely curling into that soft spot inside you. Hips lifting slightly as your head lulls back against his shoulder, peaking both Jimin and Yoongi’s interest from beside you, a clear interest in the action if the way their pants seem to grow tighter by the second “Hey baby, is Jungkookie making you feel good?” voice raspy, dark, but soft lips on your own as the youngest kept his pace with his fingers, stretching you open on the couch.

“She sounds so sweet I can’t wait to taste her” Yoongi adds as his hand reaches out inside Jimin’s pants, starting to stroke his member to life. And that’s when you see it. Namjoon and Seokjin, ever so reserved, in their own little world, sitting across from all the action, hands on each other’s bulge, not daring to look away from you. And it somehow stirs you in all the right places, mind set already on giving them the best show ever.

Hands cup your breasts from behind you, softly massaging them, feather like kisses on the back of your neck as your shirt is lifted, bra forgotten and your tits are free for everyone in the room to watch and enjoy, a voice behind you, owner of the hands pinching your nipples whispering in your ear “I’m willing to forgive you interrupting quality time with Kookie”

You feel a pinching in your clit joining Jungkook’s fingers pistoning into you, making you reach your orgasm in record time in a broken mess of calling out Jungkook’s name. Hoseok’s instantly reaching for the waistband of your panties to pull them down “Well I’d say, dinner’s served,Yoongi-hyung” before said man is leaning forward, Yoongi’s hands exchanging Jimin’s cock for your knees – holding your legs open. Yoongi’s tongue takes a bold lick over your slit before he’s diving in, lips attaching to your clit as the tip of his tongue flicks against it. Hoseok’s chin is rested on your shoulder,ocassionaly opening up your outer lips to allow the elder a deeper access to your cunt, watching Yoongi’s tongue fuck into you. You could feel Taehyung’s thick length pressed into your lower back, the slow lift of his hips dragging it against you. Soft groans from the friction falling from his lips, mixing with the husky moans that echo from around the room as everyone watched Yoongi intently. Your eyes find Seokjin and Namjoon across the room, both of whom have since pulled their cocks from behind their pants, glistening tips on full display as their large hands stroke over the base of each other, their hips moving to match the movement of their hands.

The tongue between your legs moves swiftly, pushing past your folds and slipping into your entrance, lapping up the juices from your past orgasm as Hoseok leans down to share a wet kiss with him, then Jungkook, the three of them tasting you on their tongues. As Yoongi returns to his spot between your legs, he moans against your core like the taste of you is the most delicious thing to ever hit his tongue, the sound sending vibrations through your body that has your cunt tingling, not far from your next release. “Aah- Yoongi” you gasp, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair, pushing his face further between your legs.

“You gonna cum all over my tongue, huh?” his movements intensify, nose pressed against your clit, rubbing it precisely as it makes you fall apart in a rush of desperate pleas before he removes himself from his position, chin covered in your juices to which you can’t help but moan at the sight of as he licks his lips in delight. His lips capture yours once he’s on your eye level, hand set on the back of your head to keep you still, mouth instantly flooded with your taste, pulling away with fiery eyes and a smirk. “Joon was right, you’re gonna be my favourite”

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maxwell-grant · 3 years ago

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Jumping off from my previous question/suggestion, might I please ask if there are any superheroes you think would make fine Pulp Villains and any Supervillains you think would make convincing Pulp Heroes?

I'm gonna go ahead and remark that I'd personally suggest to anyone who's trying to create pulp characters inspired by superheroes (which would be probably about 90% of you who may want to do that sort of thing) to flip the script around a little. As in, don't try to create pulp analogues to the Justice League/Avengers upfront, but play around with some of the lesser-known icons and filter those through your idea of what “pulp” means (which is gonna be quite different than my own or anyone else’s).

I’m not gonna really mention characters I’ve already talked about before like Vandal Savage or Namor, instead I’ll pick new ones and see what can be highlighted about them.

Regarding “Superheroes who could make fine/convincing Pulp Villains”, even though he’s a character I've read basically nothing on, Martian Manhunter definitely leaped out to me as an obvious option. He’s a Sci-Fi Superman who takes the first half of the name to an extreme that borders on comical, except he’s not a square-jawed white man, he’s a 1.000 year old green alien from Mars with shapeshifting powers who can look as monstrous as the artist desires. He’s the product of an advanced civilization and genetic modification, and on top of the Flying Brick powerset and shapeshifting, he also has incredibly powerful and extensive telepathic abilities, he can become invisible, phaze through matter, use telekinesis and other weird abilities. A lot of pulp stories closer to sci-fi were based around the idea of taking one of these abilities and extrapolating horrific consequences for them, and J’onn has those by the dozens. He also has an extremely mundane weakness that would allow him to be beaten by Macready with a blowtorch if that’s where the story ended.

He was also a law enforcement officer from Mars who became a police detective and it’s even right there in his name, and again, I have never read anything he’s in (I should probably pick the Orlando mini), I know he’s for all intents and purposes a generally nice man who tends to job a lot in crossovers and cartoons, but the idea of taking all those great vast and horrifying alien powers, combining all of them into a single character who also happens to be the last survivor of a doomed planet (and one who actually lived through it’s collapse), and then making that character a former cop trying to resume his work on Earth?

That is a Pulp Supervillain begging to happen, and a particularly horrifying one at that. And hey, speaking of The Thing-

Now, Plastic Man’s potential for horror has already been explored quite a bit in some of the darker DC continuities like Injustice and DCeased, and it’s quite funny seeing a lot of these turn Plastic Man into The Thing because there were quite a handful of Wold Newton pages that ran with the idea that Macready from the original story was Doc Savage, and that the secret chemicals that Eel O’Brian was hit by that gave him his powers were actually samples of The Thing contained in one of Savage’s labs. Regardless, the idea of a former street crook suddenly gaining bizarre shapeshifting abilities that allow him to reign terror on his gangster associates could make for a great premise as a pulp crime story that veers into horror as the gangsters gradually figure out what is Eel O’Brian’s deal, and then the story can take a more tragic turn.

The thing about Jack Cole’s Plastic Man that modern takes on the character neglect is that, while Plas was a lively roguish anti-hero (arguably the first of it’s kind in comics), he’s still for intents and purposes “the straight man” (HA, right, Plastic Man being “straight”). He’s the relatively sane hero who plays off Woozy’s wackier misadventures and the imaginative madness that Jack Cole paints his adventures with, and it makes for an interesting contrast considering Plastic Man is already a weird character, having to ramp up the strangeness of the world around him so that he still remains the sane man. There are ways to twist this into something quite horrifying, even tragic for Plastic Man as he either struggles to maintain coherency, or embraces the shifting chaos the world’s spiraling into for better or worse (and definitely for the worse towards those on the receiving end of his vengeance, or even his humor).

Now, onto the flipside, regarding Supervillains that could become Pulp Heroes -

Normally I’d not mention the Batman villains here, because I already have a lot to talk about in regards to them as is, they comprise some of my favorite comic characters, but I pretty much have to make an exception for Two-Face in this topic, as not only a pretty obvious option but one with even case studies to prove it, as not only do we have The Black Bat, a 1930s costumed pulp hero with an identical origin story and several other conceptual overlaps with Batman, as well as The Whisperer, a young hotshot police commissioner who dresses up as a disfigured vigilante to kill criminals without consequence (and who’s somehow less of a maniacal asshole in his secret identity than in his regular one), but it turns out that there actually was a 1910s pulp hero called The Two-Faced Man:

Crewe was created by “Varick Vanardy,” the pseudonym of Frederic van Rensselaer Dey (Nick Carter, Doctor Quartz), and appeared in three short stories and two novels and short story collections from 1914 to 1919, beginning with “That Man Crew” (The Cavalier, Jan. 24, 1914).

Crewe is “The Two-Faced Man.”

He is in his forties and has gray hair and a “sharply cut and handsome profile—until one caught a view of the other side of his face and saw the almost hideous blemish that nearly covered it, and which graduated in corrugated irregularity from a delicate pink to repulsive purple.”

Crewe is two-faced in another way. Crewe is a saloon owner in below Washington Square. But he has another identity: Birge Moreau, portraitist and socialite hanger-on. Crewe uses both his identities to solve crimes as an amateur detective.

The only person to know about both of Crewe’s identities is a police inspector who is also Crewe’s friend and who Crewe helps in pressing cases - The Encyclopedia of Pulp Heores by Jess Nevins

And speaking of obvious picks for Supervillains turned Pulp Heroes,

Assuming I even need to make a case for Kraven the Hunter other than just presenting this cropped panel from Squirrel Girl and in particular the art painted on the Kra-Van, or even just telling you to read Squirrel Girl and it’s take on “The Unhuntable Sergei” (I had no idea most of the people saying “Kraven’s arc in Squirrel Girl is as good if not better than Kraven’s Last Hunt” weren’t actually joking in the slightest and I speak as someone who has Kraven among their absolute favorite Marvel characters, it had no right being that good), I’m going to quote the brilliant Rogue’s Review from The Mindless Ones that lays down in painstaking detail why Kraven could make a killer protagonist in that horrifically over-the-top pulp fashion

One thing that strikes me writing this, is how well Kraven could hold his own comic. There’s always room for a book spotlighting a ruthless, hardcore, gentleman bastard, and Kraven’s raison d’etre makes him supremely versatile, so well suited to any genre, any environment. It’s odd that more writers haven’t jumped on the fact that in a universe where off-world travel is possible – indeed, common – a hunter like Kraven would have a field day.

I can just imagine the opening scene – herds of weird cthuloid bat creatures grazing in the gloomy green nitrogen fields, bathed in lethal, bone splintering fog, when, suddenly, LIGHT! from above and an unholy bellowing: “CTHGRGN fthgrgnARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHGN!”

They look up in fear and then they start to run – ploughing into and over each other, tentacles flailing, as from the space-ship’s docking bay Kraven silently plummets, barely dressed for the cold, a glowing knife smothered in elder signs jammed between his teeth.

You should have seen him one night previous, sipping alien tokay around the Captain’s table with the other guests, discussing the morning’s hunt; and the way he insulted the Skrull dignitary by forgetting himself and accidentally sporting his favourite piece of formal wear: his boiling unstable dinner-jacket of many colours, fashioned from the hide of one of the Ambassador’s super kinsmen.

Whoops!

Midway through Kraven explaining how the best way to irreparably damage a symbiote is to wait until its bonded with you and then seriously maim yourself, the Skrull decided it might be a good idea to simmer down, while his beautiful Inhuman lover hung on every word.

The deeper I get into this the more convinced I am that the MU’s hunter-killer extraordinaire wouldn’t limit himself to bloody planet Earth. And neither would he limit himself to this dimension, or universe or timeline. The guy’d be just as at home leaping, sword raised, onto the back of a T-Rex in the Savage Land, as he would be ploughing through werewolves in the graveyards of Arkham or tracking a howling Demon across Mephistopheles’ realm.

He’d work perfectly in all these environments because he has a damn good reason to be casting a bloody swathe through them: wherever there’s big game, you’ll find Kraven.

The next choice I guess is an oddball, but not that much of an oddball if you know already what is my main frame of reference towards Marvel

I don’t think people appreciate enough that the main reason Shuma-Gorath has anything resembling a fanbase has nothing whatsoever to do with the comics he was in, but entirely because, when Capcom designers had a list of Marvel characters to pick from to work on Marvel Super Heroes, they took a look at the diet Cthulhu and went “gimme THAT one”, and then went all-in in giving the alien squid monster a funky personality along with a great stage and music and animations and all that great fighting game character stuff, and now he’s maybe the most popular Dr Strange villain along with Dormammu and Mordo, despite having ZERO film appearences or major showings in comic sagas.

Capcom's designers redefined Shuma-Gorath from a nebulous cosmic evil into a comically smug cartoon bastard who can rant about devouring all dimensions and souls horrifically while also cracking poses and zingers like “How do you expect to win a fight with only two arms?” and having dinners with Dhalsim or hosting Japanese game shows in his endings, and it kills me that none of this ever made it’s way into any depictions of the character outside of MvC.

So that’s kinda what I’d go with. I’d take Capcom’s Shuma-Gorath, depower him a bit obviously from his canonical power, and run with the premise of his MvC3 ending where he decides that, well, if he's the unlikely savior of this pathetic planet and these wretched human dogs like him so much, and he’s clearly having a much better time here among them than he ever had drifting among the stars cealessly consuming life, then maybe he can take a break from all that eldritch business and keep up hosting the Super Monster Awesome Hour and maybe fight whatever PITIFUL villains think can take HIS planet. I mean, he’ll probably still end up destroying the planet by the end, but why not give this hero business a try?

Just until he gets his full powers back of course.

I mean you can’t deny he DOES look pretty good in that bowtie, surely The Great Shuma-Gorath wouldn’t be so unmerciful as to deny these vile wastes of flesh something good to look at in their brief and miserable lives.

#replies tag #marvel comics #marvel #dc comics #dc #pulp heroes #pulp villains #martian manhunter #plastic man #kraven the hunter #two-face #shuma-gorath #marvel vs capcom

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kusagrasskusa · 4 years ago

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Yandere! Itachi X Reader Headcannons

The reader is precieved as a normal civilization rather than a ninja.

ALSO I learned how to do the "read more" thing on my phone and now I'm happy uvu- and to any friends that read this, I'm so sorry but I've never been so dedicated to a fandom in a long time lol. I might make a oneshot later for this, too, and I do, you should see a link under this paragraph somewhere.

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🖤 Itachi is a mature and collected person, so I'd think it'd be unlikely for him to just grow obsessed at once. Itachi would have to come across Y/N many times before releasing he's in love.

🖤 The way he'd meet Y/N would be when he'd be scouting an area for a particular enemy. He'd happen to come across her, who interacted with him a little but nothing interesting happened. Overtime, the two would see each other here and there, until eventually everyday.

🖤 When his enemy he was looking for had been eliminated, he said his goodbyes to Y/N before leaving. He expected to move on, but his mind would wonder back to her no matter how hard he tried.

🖤 Eventually, Itachi would see Y/N whenever he had free time. He'd make room in his day to spend hours together; they'd go out to eat, participate in festivals, talk, and more.

🖤 On Y/N's side, it didn't take long before she started to feel romantic interest. Afterall, Itachi was calm, collected, smart, strong, fun to be around, and seemed genuinely interested in her. She was definitely in love before he was.

🖤 Around the time Itachi would visit the Leaf Village to find Naruto, he strangely started to worry a lot about Y/N learning about who he was and fear him. He couldn't help but want to shield her from the truth, and if the people around them learned that the man Y/N was with was wanted, it would end bad for them.

🖤 Itachi was inevitably worrying a little too much about the possibility of her finding out. He went to see her and did his best to distract her from any gossip or drama whatsoever to ensure she'd never hear about the Akatsuki. His time spent with her increased from a few hours to half the day.

🖤 Itachi wouldn't ever want to kidnap or drag people into his life. He hates killing, he hates being "evil", he hates everything about his dark lifestyle. The decision to either abandon someone he began to care for or to take her away was a very hard one.

🖤 Itachi realized something in the process of thinking of a solution. He loved Y/N; he loved her to the point where the thought of her hating or fearing him scared him so badly. Even with Sasuke, the thought of him having him was terrifying but something he could live with.

🖤 It was releasing to learn about his own true feelings. He was desperately in love with Y/N, to the point where she was like air, or food, or water. Like in order to live, she had to be around.

🖤 As word spread about two strange people walking around Konoha and that Orochimaru took the last Uchiha, it was inevitable that Y/N would learn about the info. The next time she saw Itachi, she brought it up to him and expressed her discomfort in the fact that she could be among evil people.

🖤 He was scared. So scared that she would hate him for his lifestyle after finding out about who he really is. So that was it; his mind was made. He took Y/N away that night.

🖤 When word about the Akatsuki in Konoha, he received a lot more looks when he was in public than normal. He'd usually have a normal kimono on and have his hair in a different, though similar, style in order to appear normal. But he knew deep down in his heart that people are bound to start suspecting him of being an Akatsuki. And overhearing someone talk about an S class Uchiha member is what did it.

🖤 "You've been asking about where I live for a whole now. Would you like see my home?" Itachi asked. Y/N happily agreed to go, and sorta expected his home to be outside of her village. But the further she traveled, she grew a bit nervous and wanted to return home (as you would if you were led outside of your village into deep woods)

🖤 Itachi wasn't escorting Y/N alone. Of course, the Akatsuki is bound to learn about that girl Itachi insisted on bringing up in most of his little amounts of conversations. It was obvious he was obsessed with her, as much as he would try to hid it, but he just couldn't get her off his mind. So the night where he choose to bring her home, Kisame was watching the two frkm afar in case something happened.

🖤 Before that day, Itachi had mentioned that he wanted to protect Y/N. Over the three months Itachi spent with Y/N, he had plenty of time to talk about her enough to where the other members basically knew her.

🖤 Itachi actually got a few of the members (ex. Kisame, Deidara) were interested in Y/N as well. How could someone as "heartless" as Itachi Uchiha fall in love, and in such a dramatic way at that? They were sorta curious to see what was so special about her.

🖤 Anyway, you can imagine how Itachi convinced Y/N to go far enough into the woods to go to a small little cottage. Was it part of the Akatsuki hideout? No. Itachi would never trust the Akatsuki members with Y/N alone, and she needs her freedom to walk around a house.

🖤 The inside was sorta minimalistic, but not completely empty. To the far right was a kitchen was a small dining table with two chairs, and on the opposite side was two rooms. In one room was a single bed with a closet in it, and in the other room was a bathroom. Between the kitchen and two rooms was a small living room with a couch, coffee table, and more. There were bored games in a little dresser in the living room, along with a full bookshelf with books of all genres.

🖤 "Care for dinner?" Itachi had asked. He wanted to tell Y/N why she's there over a dinner he made and had prepared in advance. It turns out he was amazing at cooking.

🖤 It wasn't very easy, but Itachi managed to explain his feelings towards Y/N. Of course, Y/N happily excepted and was quick to hug and express her feelings towards him. He returned the hug and spoke about how he loved her very much, however he had so much more to say to her.

🖤 Justifyingly so, Y/N was frozen in shock when Itachi told his story. He killed everyone in his clan aside from his brother, the well-known Uchiha. How he fled his clan after committing the murders and joined an infamous group; The Akatsuki.

🖤 While displaying himself as calm, he was so overwhelmed and scared within his mind. He knew he'd have to tell her why she's staying at the house and why, from now one, she'll never leave. But he was smart enough to know she wouldn't simply except living here out of love. He would have to be a bit manipulative to keep Y/N.

🖤 Y/N was mortified and didn't notice the tears pouring out of her eyes. She fell desperately in love with a murderer. She felt so sick, so scared. She stood up, begging to go home so desperately, trembling over her own words. She was so scared for her life now, and what Itachi's intentions were. Truly, Itachi's heart broke at this.

🖤 "Y/N, darling," Itachi spoke, his words laced with love as she softly grabbed Y/N wrists and leaned close. "I had to take you away. I couldn't let them take you from me."

🖤 He was very delicate with Y/N as he calmed her down, as if she was glass. His heart ached at her pain, but he truly believed it was for the best. In a way it really was; people saw Y/N with the tall raven boy many times in public, and her parents and friends had met him too. Once they find out that boy is the Itachi, Y/N could be killed if they think she was aiding him.

🖤 Itachi did his best to show her around and make her feel comfortable. But no matter what he did, Y/N felt so broken, so empty, so confused. There's no way that sweet Itachi she loves is a killer. He has to be lying.

🖤 Over the course of a few days, Y/N learned to except the fact she's held at that small home. She tried to think on the good side; she could decorate it how she wants, has more freetime, can focus on her hobbies and learn to cook new things, and more! Even if she's never allowed to leave the house, Itachi let's her do basically anything around the home.

🖤 Y/N still loves him. As months go by of being alone for a few days without Itachi, some days with him for a little bit, and some full days with him, she still couldn't help but appreciate him just as much as before. No, she appreciates him more even. She just can't help but love him, and he loves her too.

🖤 Itachi felt much more relaxed around Y/N and tried to spend every second he could with her. He was so shameful of keeping her from her home, but it was for the best wasn't it?

🖤 Most of Itachi's emotions about keeping her was all because he lived her and never wanted to see her with anyone else. But he had always found an excuse as to why it's for the best that she's never with anyone else.

🖤 Kisame had met Y/N a few times. She was never comfortable with him however and was typically holding onto Itachi's sleeve, or leaning on him when he's around. However Kisame would be around when Itachi wasn't sometimes to keep watch.

🖤 As long as Itachi or Kisame was present, Y/N is allowed to go outside and visit close villages other than the one Y/N is from. She would be allowed to buy anything she wanted and could afford from these places, but she had to go home eventually.

🖤 At the end of the day, Y/N had quite a lot of freedom and eventually, she was happy. She was happy to be living with Itachi and was perfectly happy calling him her husband.

🖤 Itachi never wanted a marriage though. He was going blind and he planned to be murdered by his brother and he never dared to make her a young widow. When Izumi had died, he felt so distraught and he knew Y/N is bound to feel the same, but even worse if they got married.

🖤 When Itachi died, as said, Y/N was distraught. No, she was mortified. Absolutely mortified. Even if she was free, she had lost the last person she had a connection with. And she carried that sorrow to her grave.

#anime #reader insert #shounen #itachi #itachi uchiha #yandere itachi #yandere itachi x reader #itachi x you #itachi x y/n #itachi x reader #i love itachi

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years ago

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Replaying - Jake Gyllenhaal/Reader (ft. Tom Holland) smut

The one where you share a night with Jake after Tom admits one of his kinks to you.

Warnings: cuckoldery, reader doesn’t think jake would respect her lack of consent, but she doesn’t actually safeword, so kinda dubcon?, you decide, definitely rough, use of the word whore, forced orgasms at some point, talk of anal

A/N: this is an one-shot depicting what happened between the reader and Jake like she told Tom about in in my fic “Do it”. I’d been meaning to write it ever since that first one came out, but a request gave me the push I needed to actually get this out. I’m very proud of this one.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

My heart was pounding against my chest as I made my way to Jake’s front door, hesitation for a bit before knocking. You’re doing this for Tom, you reminded yourself. He wants this. You’re not doing anything wrong.

And as much as I kept repeating that to myself, those few seconds that took before Jake welcomed me into his home made me second guess everything, from what I was wearing to the strength of my relationship with my boyfriend.

And God, I hated it. I hated it because I loved Tom, with every fiber of my being. I would never cheat on him, and I would never come close to doing anything like this if it weren’t for his admission of his own desires.

But now that it was here, out in the open, and *I was here, naked under Jake’s burning stare, I couldn’t deny that I wanted this. Fuck, I wanted this. And I was terrified of this feeling, terrified of what it could mean for my future with Tom.

I was going to do this, though. There was no doubt about it.

I thought Jake would try to ease me into this, offer me a glass of wine to settle my nerves or whatever, but the second his eyes met mine after they ran over my body, he pounced. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting you for so long.”

I moaned against his mouth as he dragged me through his house, his hands making quick work of my dress before manhandling me over his shoulder. The pure show of strength and animalistic behavior was enough to have me creaming my pants, and he must have noticed, if his chuckle was any indication.

“You’re such a horny little girl, aren’t you, sweetheart? There’s no way Tom knows how to treat you the way that you need to be treated. But that’s alright. I’m here now, and I’m gonna take good care of you.” As soon as he had me on the bed, he was all over me again, sucking bruises and leaving bite marks all over my skin. It was clear that he was the possessive type, and the fact that I was actually Tom’s didn’t really mean anything to him.

Little by little, he sucked a trail of lovebites from my neck, to my stomach, going over my chest, until he reached my underwear, where he finally stopped to look up at me. “I can’t wait to taste this little pussy.” In a second, I was completely nude before his eyes, and he rose to his feet to stare down at me, most likely reveling in the marks he had left me with.

The intensity of his gaze was so powerful that it intimidated me, forcing me to remember just exactly what I was doing, instead of simply losing myself in the moment, like I’d managed to do when I actually had his touch on me. So before I could even realize it, I was covering myself up, crossing my legs so he couldn’t really see the parts of me that he was interested in right now.

I don’t think Jake liked that. He raised an eyebrow, a hand covering the enormous bulge that had me salivating, probably in an effort to get some relief to his hardness, before he threatened, “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, or you won’t like what I’ll do next. Tom has spoken so highly of you, I don’t think you want to disappoint me.”

I hesitated for a bit, but something in his eyes warned me not to get on his bad side. However, it seemed like I wasn’t quick enough to satisfy his wishes, because he pulled me by ankle to the edge of the bed, before turning me around until my head was hanging off of it.

“Fine. I know you want to be fucked like a whore anyway.” Without any sort of prelude whatsoever, he grabbed my cheeks, burying his fingers in the flesh to force me to pucker my lips, before feeding me his cock with his other hand. “Here, suck on this. I really want to hear you gagging around my cock.”

And that was all the preamble I got before he suffocated me with his dick, cutting off my breathing as he thrusted roughly in and out of my throat, directly. In no time at all, I was a mess of tears and spit, and while I was sure that the image couldn’t be all that attractive, still Jake didn’t seem to mind at all.

Jake’s P.O.V.

I don’t think I’d ever been this hard in my entire life. It meant that I was barely hanging on to my already diminished control, but who could really blame me when I had this fucking woman for me to do as I pleased?

When I finally pulled away to let her catch her breath, she coughed and sputtered desperately, hands trying to hold my hips so I would give her more time to breathe. “Please,” she babbled, voice hoarse and fucked out, immediately provoking a smug smirk to rise on my lips. “Please, be more gentle.”

I had to coo at how cute she was. Holding her hair back so I could run a single finger across her face, I buried it on her lips like I’d done with my cock before leaning over to remind her, “You’re mine tonight, princess. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to you.” And then I pried her lips open, spitting in them before filling her mouth with my cock once more.

“Damn, all those times I thought about bending you over a table and fucking you right in front of your boyfriend, I have to say… I’m not even in your pussy yet and you’re already much better than I imagined.” I thrust in and out of her mouth a couple more times, relishing in the choking and the tears until I could feel my balls threatening to release inside of her warm mouth, and that simply wouldn’t do. The only place I’d be cumming tonight would be inside of her pussy.

So I allowed her some time to recollect as I slowly rounded the bed until I was standing in front of her pussy. “You know, you had a much harder time taking my cock in your mouth than I expected you to. I didn’t take Tom for having such a tiny cock.”

Even if I was exaggerating, I could see by the guilty look on her face that he was significantly smaller than me. It only added up to make me feel even hornier, that much more determined to give her the pounding of a lifetime.

“You did a good job sucking my cock, sweetheart. Now let me see this pussy.” Kneeling in front of my bed, I pulled her by her ankle so her legs were dangling off of it before I positioned her feet on the mattress, spreading her open to me. “Fuck yes. This is a pretty pussy.”

I was almost clinical in my exploration of her hole, starting by slowly running my fingers up and down her lips, making sure to spread her juices all over them before spitting on her cunt and spreading that all over the perfect sight.

“Hmm, yes… You look delicious.” I leaned down to give both me and her a little teasing taste by very quickly running my tongue on her clit, but immediately had to come back for seconds.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Damn, you’re sweet.” I didn’t know what to do, it was impossible to figure out a way to behave properly while Jake fucking Gyllenhaal was lapping my pussy like it was his last meal on Earth. Every moan that escaped my lips felt like a betrayal to Tom, even though it didn’t make any sense.

“Stop that.” The man that right now seemed more animal than human called my attention with a loud slap over my weeping cunt, breaking the dam with which I had tried to contain my sounds of pleasure. “I want to know just how thoroughly I’m ruining you.”

I’d never make it out of here alive, I thought. At the very least, I knew I wouldn’t leave this bedroom the same woman I’d been once I stepped inside of it, but instead of fear, all I felt was the familiar rising wave of pleasure and the unknown curiosity of knowing more about this new version of me. The one that knew what it felt like to be touched by my boyfriend’s best friend.

A single finger penetrated me, the same systematic approach of exploration was applied as Jake slowly and carefully got to know my insides, looking for what made me tick and what helped him in his task to destroy me. When I clenched around his digit, I felt his grin against my pussy, his smugness at having found that sweet spot that was once only reserved for Tom and Tom only.

“Wanna see you cum now, pretty baby,” he teased, the vibrations of his words only adding to the efficacy of his plan. “Cum all over my fingers, angel. Want to see you breaking apart for me.”

The use of such sweet nicknames when I already knew he was nothing but a rough lover only added to the fire that had been lit in the pit of my stomach. The feeling of being powerless, abandoned in the hands of a man who didn’t seem to know mercy was what brought me to my first orgasm of the night. Flashbacks to just how out of breath I’d been only minutes before, the panic when I realized he wouldn’t pull back. For a moment, I honestly didn’t know if he would respect my use of the safeword he and Tom had agreed upon beforehand, and that was the thought that brought me to a messy, relieving release.

“There you go. So sweet and wet, you dirty, dirty girl.” I knew I tried to respond and it only came out in some sort of broken sound, but I didn’t recognize it as a whine until I felt another slap over my pussy, startling me.

“Don’t whine,” he ordered, and I could see that dangerous glint in his eye that electrified to my very core. “Whiny babies get punished, angel. Do you want to be punished?” As much as the very thought of what Jake could have in store for me had my pussy clenching, I knew I wouldn’t be able to handle it, at least not tonight, not after the amount of anticipation that I’d built even before I walked into his house.

Jake’s P.O.V.

I smiled as she shook her head emphatically, arms and legs wrapping around my body as she tried to cling to me, stopping me from performing what she thought I intended to do. “No, no, please. I-I need you.”

Shit. Hearing her admit her desire for me had my cock twitching, precum undoubtedly starting to drip from the throbbing head. Still, I had enough control left in me to remember that I needed to prepare her first. I needed her to be ready for me, so I could truly give her the pleasure that she deserved.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” I forced another finger inside of her, groaning to myself at just how tight she felt, wanting to stretch her open with my cock, feel her struggling to take it, but knowing it wouldn’t be right. She hadn’t agreed to be mine, she wasn’t prepared to deal with everything I was as a lover.

“I need to open you up for me, yeah?” I was breathing hard, trying to restrain myself as I watched her pussy swallow my fingers eagerly, releasing more and more of her sweetness to help ease the stretch. “Have to make you cum again, baby. Can you do that for me?”

The sight of her shaking her head had anger rousing inside of me. Here I was struggling to make this easy on her, and she just couldn’t help me on that gradually more and more herculean task.

“Oh, but you are going to do just that. And you’re going to like it, *angel.” Deciding that the best way to get through this torture was to get her to cum quickly, with the added bonus that it would serve as a punishment too, I started to fuck her with my fingers faster and faster, making sure to curve my digits just right so I would hit that particular spot every damn time.

“Yes, see? This is what you get for misbehaving. You’re gonna cum all over my fingers, and you’re gonna pay for each damn time you made me want to have my cock inside this pretty little pussy and had to resort to fuck some other woman instead. “C’mon. You can’t pretend you don’t want to cum and keep moaning like a whore. Cum right now,” I urged her orgasm until I felt it, her channel clenching around my fingers and making me groan again.

I didn’t stop moving them though, instead opting to squeeze a third one, so I could finally have my cock inside of her in only a few seconds. “P-Please,” she started begging, tiny hands circling my wrist in an effort to pry me away from her, and I had to coo at how adorable she was.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. You can handle one more. C’mon. It’ll be so worth it when I finally get my cock inside of you. I’m only doing this to help open you up, baby.” She was sobbing now, pretty body twisting and trying to get away from the pleasure that was clearly becoming too much for her.

Leaning down to cover her body with mine, I nibbled on her jaw before licking her slightly open lips. “Kiss me, Y/N. It’ll help distract you. Kiss me.” I probably didn’t need to repeat it, because as soon as I finished breathing out the words, her lips were on mine, hands losing themselves in my locks in an effort to leave me be inside of her pussy.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I immersed myself in his kiss, desperate to find something to distract me from the incessant dragging of his fingers against my walls, the squelching sounds of my sopping wetness simultaneously embarrassing and arousing me. Damn him and his sexual appeal. It didn’t take him long at all to have me trembling because of his three fingers, desperate to cum yet again.

“See? I knew you could handle it.” There was a smug smirk on his face that I wanted to wipe, but the only way I could do that now was by kissing him again. I had no idea how he knew my body that well, despite never having touched it again. Not even I believed I was able to cum another time, and still, here I was eager to finally have his member inside of me.

At long last, his fingers came out, being promptly wrapped by his beautiful lips before he looked down at me with that same stupid smirk. “Are you ready, pretty girl?” I could only nod, watching enraptured as he slowly jerked off to the sight of my already ruined body, but I should have known that wouldn’t be enough.

“Say it,” he ordered, knowing fully well exactly how wrecked I was. “Say you want my cock inside of your pretty little pussy.” I stopped a whine just before it managed to erupt from my chest, panting wildly as I stared up at this dark angel that looked so determined to destroy me for anyone else.

“I want you inside of me,” I murmured, instantly knowing it still wouldn’t be enough. He was rubbing the head of his member over my dripping lower lips, and at the sound of my compliance, a slap echoed around the room, leaving my thigh tingling - surely with a hand-shaped bruise behind.

“Louder.” My cunted pulsed with the need to be filled, so much so that it didn’t take any time at all to get me to repeat the same words I’d just uttered, in a louder, much more desperate tone. My reward was immediate. Jake filled me slowly but surely, only stopping once he had completely bottomed out inside of me, and I had to focus on my own breathing or I was sure I’d forget to inhale and exhale as I struggled to accept his cock in my already stretched out hole.

He was right. I would never have been able to take his cock if he hadn’t taken the time to ease me, opening me up with his fingers. The comparison was *right there, it was impossible to ignore. Still, I tried to distract myself, focusing instead on the feeling of Jake’s beard as he nibbled on my jaw, waiting for me to adjust to him.

“So many times you teased me, with those short pretty dresses and cute little smiles, and now I finally have you right here where I want you.” He hid his head on the crook of my neck, just the way Tom usually did, and instinctively, I laced my fingers over some of his locks, just like I usually did with my boyfriend. “You know what, angel? I think I might just keep you.”

I couldn’t really focus on what he was saying, and I knew it wouldn’t do me any good either. There was some comfort in thinking that he only wanted me for my body, that’s what I knew and that’s what I wanted to focus on.

At the first snap of his hips, a whimper escaped my lips, still unable to relax so it wouldn’t hurt. Jake only chuckled, brushing away a few strands of untamed hair that covered my face before kissing my lips briefly. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck the pain away, you’ll see.”

Regardless of the discomfort, I savored each and every thrust of his member inside my walls, holding tightly to his shoulders as I prayed - for what, I had no idea. I wanted this to be over just as much as I wanted to cherish every second of it, if only for the memories I’d get to recount to my boyfriend when it was all over.

Almost as if he was reading my mind, Jake spoke on that moment, “Wouldn’t it be hot if Tom was here to watch me fucking you?” That was a thought my brain could process, and it made me come that much closer to cumming all around Jake’s cock. “I bet you wanted him to be here, so he could see just how good I’m fucking you.”

A particular thrust of his hips had him finally hitting that spot that had me melting underneath him, releasing his shoulder in order to find hold in the tangled sheets of the bed. “God, I can’t believe he’d let you out of his sight for only a second, much less that he let me fuck you.”

His words were only murmurs pressed against my skin, accompanied by licks and bites all over the already bruised skin of my chest, but I heard every single word, questioning just how much kinker this man could get.

“I’d make you beg for my cock right in front of him, baby. I’d make you cry for it while he was watching, make you forget you even belong to him.” There was a pause then, when he finally looked up from my glistening skin, covered in his saliva, to meet my eyes. “I’m gonna do that now.”

That was his warning as he picked up the pace, keeping eye contact that I desperately wanted to break, but found myself unable to. He was like a force field in himself. Magnetic, inescapable. When he said he would ruin my innocence for Tom, I had no doubts about it.

Each thrust of his hips revealed parts of myself I was unaware of before, parts I was unsure I wanted to recognize as being mine, anyway. And in the midst of this tug of war between head and heart, I was growing more desperate to cum with each passing second, suffocated by the weight of Jake’s body on top of me, his muscles locking me under his control.

When it was impossible to hold it in anymore, I expected to be able to bring him down into the depths of pleasure with me, but I should have known better. While I reveled in the aftershocks of yet another orgasm, body laying heavy and without response on the bed, he just groaned and kept fucking me, like he was would never be able to forgive himself if he wasn’t able to keep going.

“Swear to God… I’ve never had a better pussy in my entire life.” The filthiness of his words surprisingly added to the sensations of my own afterglow, making my pussy even wetter - and I knew he could feel it, especially by the growl that escaped his chest. “Yeah, you like knowing that, huh? You like knowing I’ve fucked a shit ton of women and still your pussy is the tightest, wettest, warmest pussy I’ve ever had.”

I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t feel as aroused by him comparing me to other women, or the thought of him with other women, but I did. Maybe it was because he wasn’t mine, and I knew he never would be. I was okay with that - Tom was all I wanted. But knowing that the memories of what we shared would haunt him way after he was thorough with me gave me some spiteful sense of pride, and I just couldn’t deny it.

“What about me, huh? What about my cock? Do you like it? Do you like the way it’s splitting you open, making you cream around me? Tell me, angel. Tell me how good I make you feel.”

Jake’s P.O.V.

I could see that the overstimulation was getting to her now, and she relented, telling me exactly what I longed to hear, probably in need to distract herself from how raw her pussy was feeling now.

“I-It feels s-so good…” I had to bite back a grin at the admission, knowing how much it cost her to let it out, but also aware that she needed to completely let go in order to fully enjoy this the way that she deserved to.

“Are you gonna tell him? How it felt to have my big cock inside of you? Are you gonna think about it while you fuck him?” The thought of Tom had her moaning more loudly, more easily close to letting go of the control she still held so tightly to her chest.

“Come here, sweetheart. I think it’s time you ride me.” I inverted our positions so that she was the one on top now, letting my body rest on the headboard so I could still keep a tight grip on her hips.

I was so fucking close, I craved to reach my high and I knew that she was aware of it. It was clear in the way I couldn’t let her do her job, instead fucking myself up against her, desperate to cum. And the sight of her breasts right in front of me only added to the fire in my lower belly, growls and groans escaping me the more I forced her to quicken her movements.

“I’m going to give you something…” I started right when I felt that delicious sensation taking over my body, spreading through every single part of me. “A gift so you can give to Tom.”

I could see that she was puzzled, but right then my orgasm hit me, making me spill ropes upon ropes of cum into her tight, delicious pussy. Surprisingly, the feeling had her sighing and curling up against me, like she knew that this meant we were through, and she could finally relax.

I chuckled, squeezing her ass as I milked my own orgasm, making sure every single drop was inside of her, before slapping one of the cheeks. “Keep it in,” I ordered, and I knew she was aware of what I was talking about. “He’ll love it. Just like you loved to take me in your pretty little hole. Didn’t you?”

Instead of answering, she just hid her head in the crook of my neck, making me chuckle loudly. How adorable. I’d just fucked her silly, and she still felt embarrassed about something so natural.

In the quiet of night, as I waited for both of our breathing patterns to come back to normal, I absentmindedly traced shapes against her back, thinking about how in a few minutes she’d be out the door and back in her boyfriend’s arms and I would go to sleep alone. Like I always did. And because my mind knew well enough that I wouldn’t handle being vulnerable in front of her, my hand ended up between the cheeks of her ass, right where I hadn’t had the chance to explore.

“Tell me, beautiful,” I broke the silence, kissing her shoulder to relax her when her muscles tensed after I circled her puckered hole. “Did he ever fuck this ass? I bet I could fill this little hole real good, too.”

Y/N’s P.O.V.

Just the thought of having him like that had me clenching around his member again. It wasn’t necessarily a scary thought - I was more afraid of how arousing the mental image got me, especially since I hadn’t had the chance to explore that with Tom just yet.

Before I had the chance to explain there was no way in hell I’d be losing my ass virginity to him, he laughed, slapping my butt lightly again, before clarifying, “Don’t worry, angel. I’m not going to overstep my welcome. Besides, it’d take too much time to get my dick inside of you, I’d never be able to stop myself from cumming too soon.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I opted to just nod before I managed to slowly gather my strength to finally climb down from his lap. I bit my lip to stifle the groan that threatened to erupt from my chest at the feeling of being so empty after being so thoroughly fucked, but the second I was away from him, his hand fell down on my ass once more, his face taken by a boyish grin when I turned around to stare at him.

“Maybe next time.” It took me a while to understand he was still referring to anal sex, and when I did, I felt my face burn at all the implications of that statement. “I trust you’ll think of me if you and Tom ever decide to open the relationship to embrace someone else in the mix.”

Now that was unexpected, and yet again, there was nothing I could say, so I just silently gathered my stuff - annoyingly conscious of the little souvenir he’d left me to carry with me back to the house - while he located some sweatpants and followed me downstairs.

“Bye.” It felt weird saying just that to wrap up everything that had happened between us ever since I stepped foot into this house, only a few hours earlier, but what else was there to say? Of course, Jake had a different opinion, and that became clear with the parting words he left me to ponder as I sat alone, sore and dirty on the taxi ride back to my house.

“Goodbye, sweetheart. Rest assured, everytime your eye meets mine while we’re out in public, I’ll be thinking about how it felt to be balls deep into you. I hope you’ll be thinking about me too. Maybe then you won’t tease me so much.”

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