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⧠:: @chasingrainbcws / â¤ď¸
ăđă â y' came all this way â t' check on me? I thought I was a dickwad? â
#( &&. ic )#hb spoilers#helluva boss spoilers#chasingrainbcws#( he's??? confused????#like I have done some pretty harsh things to you#why bother??#you are welcomed to slap him behind the head if u must#hhhHHH )
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ââââSummary:Miles (1610!) Milo (42!) Twins Au introduce themselved to a new neighbor.
Introduction
You open the door to see a pai of twins carrying tupper wear filled with food.
"I didnt order food panda I think your in the wrong door." The one who had barids face retorted. "Were not fast food drivers we're ya next door neighbor" The other nervously smiled. "Our Mom wanted us to welcome you to our building! We hope you like empanadas!" You nodded in respect "Thank you" taking the tupper wears they left immediately.
"They were kinda pretty " Miles said scartching his neck. "For you" Milo snarled as he rolled his eyes. "HEY!"
Body
You were in the park playing with your bubble gun that you bought for yourself. It was fun on how the bubbles look and pop or when they just stick to your finger. The raindbow that they sometimes make or the wobbly reflection you can see when u squint. Bubbles are so fun.
"Hey! What are you doing??" A weird suited man asked. "Why are you dressed like that?" You asked as you continue to shoot more bubbles." I am spiderman" His eyes thingy lowered. "Why?" He froze at that answer.
"What do you mean "why"?"
"It sounds weird and you dont really look like a spider"
And thats how you became friends with a bootleg sorry weird bettle thats suppose to be spider theme superhero. It wasnt really eventful just you explaining why you like bubbles so much. It reminded you of childhood , home ,and happy things.
"So why are you playing alone? I am sure your friends will love to have turn with your bubble gun!" Beetleman asked. "I dont have friends here" you layed down in the grass shooting bubbles in the air. The beetle man more than average eyemask thingy rose. "What do you mean?" "I moved here from somewhere faraway" you dropped your hand holding the bubble gun. "Well I can be your fr-" Before he can respond his spidersense heard the sound of police sirens. "SHIT I GOTTA GO" he swinged away without hesitation leaving you behind .
Shrugging at the beetle man you continue playing with bubbles happily alone.
When Miles little run in with robbers was finish he slapped his head. "SHIT I DIDNT GET HER NAME!" he swunged back to the park spot you were at but to see it empty. "Fuck she must have thought I was an asshole for leaving her ,here " Slapping his head again. Internally screaming at himself for being insensative he begrudgingly swinged himself back to his room.
"MILES GET UP MA FORCING US TO TALK TO THE HER AGAIN" Milo stormed himself in groaning. "Why is she so worried about a stranger" he rolled his eyes , Miles gave an awkward laugh. "I mean she kinda is lonely?" Milo rolled his eyes again. "Not our problem" "Dont be like , lo" "Whatever let's get this done already."
Hearing a knock from your door you lazily walked to it. "Hello , again " The braid one "tch" looking at you as Miles smacked him. "Sorry about this but we never got your name and our Mom just worried about you seemingly living alone?" You blinked at his response. "Oh , I didnt say my name? (Y/n) (l/n) and I am a international student but I do live with my older brother he just works alot." Miles seem relived at the information as Milo just wanted to leave. "Well I am Miles and this is Milo." Miles gestured to Milo to respond which he simply "sup" you.
"Sooooo our Mom wanted us to invite you over and your brother can come since your new and all-" Milo cutted him off. "Just come at 5 sharp dont be late" dragging Miles back to their home.
"Oi , Shobe who are they?" Your older brother shouted across the sofa. "They invited us dinner next door." Your brother perked up. "Finally YOU CAN MAKE FRIENDS" you glared at him throwing your slippers in his ugly face.
Ending
You and your brother mostly you holding out tupperware to give to the neighbors. Leche plan and egg pie.
A wonderful women opened the door her face brightening at them. "Oh WELCOME!You two were just in time!" She took the tupperwear of food. "MILES MILO COME DOWN HERE!!!" she shouted.
As everyone sat down for food . The tough man , next to the bright woman , miles next milo ,next to your brother ,and you after.
"So I am Rio and this my husband jeff" the bright woman introduced as your brother smiled. "I am Lucas this my shobe (y/n) and its amazing to meet you!" Your brother elbowed you "Salamat , po" you said. "We're immagrants sorry about Shobe she's shy" Lucas held your shoulders ,Rio waved her hand. "No dont apologize its not bad. It must have been hard leaving your home behind"
And for the entire dinner it was just Rio and lucas talking well Jeff came in conversation time to time but not word from any of the three teens.
"How about the two of you show (y/n) you guys room? " Jeff said to the twins. Miles nodded as Milo rolled his eyes but still agreed.
As the two led you to there room it was just an average teen boys room. "Your room is.... comfortable" You drop to sit on the floor. The duo looked confuse on what to say or do since you looked unintrested in anything and everything. "So why you moved here" Milo asked for once not beeing rude just wanting to cut the silence. "Scholarship " This perked the intrest on the boys sitting down on Miles bed across you. "From what school?" Miles asked. "Vision something" you played with ur hands. "That's cool we go there too!" Miles smiled and Milo looking impressed. "You must be smart to get a scholarship" Milo arm crossed. You simply nodded.
Milo was not impress with you but at the same he is. He doesnt like your somewhat ignorant attitude and his first impression was not the best but he can't deny. You look "cute" playing with your hands. You seem to not like eye contact much.
"Why does your brother call you Shobe? Its not even close to what your name sounds like." Milo said a hint of an attitude expecting you to react or something but nothing again. "It just means little sister nothing to it" Miles then asked "So what do you call your brother?" "Kuya" It kinda annoys them on how straightforward your answers where like just one word they just wanted to know a little bit more.
"(Y/n) do you like art?" Miles asked hoping for a longer reaction. "I do I like painting and I like musicals" You smiled softly. Jackpot. "Musicals? I was never really into dear even hansen or just chill to be honest" Milo shrugged. You perked up "Well have you tried Ride of cyclone or the aladin musical? Theyre my favorite" eyes sparkling so bright that they felt like beeing blinded. "How about the first one? We still have time..." Miles looked at the clock. Your eyes sparkled sparkled harder like what the fuck please stop your scaring them.
Lucas knocking at the door to see two boys crying as you look at them patheticly. "It's not that bad-" "THE STUPID DOLL'S SONG HITS HARD FOR WHAT?!"Milo wiped his snot. "OCEAN CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT WAS MWAH" Miles sobbed.
"Shobe" Lucas called you , smilling. "Kauban nimo sila ?" You nodded to him as you took your phone and stood up to leave. "We'l watch Aladin the musical next its more into comedy dont worry."
Hey , I kinda just wanted to make this cause its 10 pm and whatever and want like a slowburn friendship type I kinda know its mid and (y/n) isnt eccentric and full of personality but I kinda wanted to show a version which I dont see often is a (y/n) who just seems emotionaly distant with themselves cause that is alot of teen exp and kinda wanted to make sense with her moving from another country. Also I kinda wanted to represent chinese-filipino since I dont really see it often. "Shobe" is from fukien/hokkien. Also hokkien is popular in other countries such as singapore. Srry this is stupid long just wanted to explain.
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are you gonna do it against the wall?
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Pairing : bangchan x f.reader
Genre : smut
Warnings : nsfw , oral sex ( f. receiving) , penetration , unprotected sex , wall sex ( soft sex?) ,, cockwarming uwu
Summary : first time doing wall sex w/ Chan :)
A/N : first time writing something about wall sex ( I wanted to try ) ,, to be honest I was staring at the wall and I thought about Chanâs arms , I hope u guys will like it :)
(+) give some love to my manâs arms ( because damn wall sex must be super hard? My boyâs strong skhdsk ) || I love chanâs arms sfm || FEEDBACKS ARE VERY WELCOMED âĄ
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A gasp escaped your lips as he backed you to the wall , pinning you against it . His fingers playing with the hem of your shirt "Iâm sorry for being late babygirl " he whispered into your ear . Chan bite your earlobe softly making you whimper. His fingertips dancing on the soft skin of one of your thigh , hiking your oversized shirt up enough to reveal your panties, his hands finding their places on your waist.
He pushed his boner against your lower stomach as he sucked on your neck slowly , the warm muscle wetting the skin a little . "Why were you l-late huh?" you said trying to sound mad , "mmh , I was with Ji" â âAre you cheating on me with him?" Chan laughed slapping your thigh playfully . "Donât say that. It sounds weird" he whined .
He started nipping at your neck again. You closed your eyes at the sudden pleasure , fingers tangled into his black locks . He suddenly stopped , hearing the jangling of his belt buckle coming undone , you chuckled . "What?" He asked curiously "are you gonna do it against the wall?" You laughed âitâs newâ â âwell , we have to try everything at least once in our lifeâ he shrugged smirking.Â
âCan I take these off?â he pointed to your undies. You nodded , his fingers hooking into the cotton material pulling it down as he kneeled on the floor and throwing it away. He grabbed one of your leg , resting it on his shoulder âgod.. look at how youâre glisteningâ his eyes locked on your folds. â is it because of me?â he asked teasingly . â shut up Chanâ you slapped his head lightly. He laughed before kissing the inside of your thigh. His kisses were getting higher , until he reached your womanhood. He looked up at you , his head disappearing between your legs. âChanâ you moaned as he placed a light kiss on your throbbing clit âso sensitiveâ he muttered .Â
He finally placed his lips on your glistening ones, sucking on the flesh as he caressed your thigh gently. â it feels so good fuckâ , you could felt his tongue dive into your entrance , making you arched your back off the wall. His nose brushing against your clit adding stimulation to push you on the edge of your climax. When he felt your thighs trembling a little and trying to close around his head , he pulled away making you groaned. â why!!!?â he got up placing a kiss on your cheek âI want you to come on my cock first babygirl â he said as he got rid of his pants and boxer.
 He signaled you to jump by tapping on your thigh. You did so , legs wrapped around his waist. âIs it ok? Am I not too heavy?â - Chan looked at your timid face â no youâre not â he smiled at you , reassuring you. You hold onto his bicep, your other arm around his neck. âyouâre ready baby?â you whispered a yes as he aligned himself at your wet entrance. He groaned as he entered you â y-youâre so t-tight oh god , you feel so good around m-meâ he bite his lips ,forehead already glistening with droplets of sweat . After a few painfully slow thrusts , you threw your head back as he hit your g-spot. He put his hand behind your head before it collided on the wall .
âChan please go harder, Iâm so so close babyâ you moaned his name over and over as he whispered sweet nothings onto the skin of your neck. âbabygirl , Iâm so close tooâ he grinded his hips harder , his grip on your thighs tightening. He moaned your name loudly as he came into you. He gently rubbed little circles on your clit , giving you a little boost on reaching your orgasm. You tangled your fingers into his hair , pulling on the tresses harder than youâve thought as you cummed around him .Â
Chan rode both your high , thrusting slowly into you. He rest his forehead on yours for a moment breathing heavily , before walking you to your shared bedroom , laying you gently on the mattress. He was about to pull out when you hugged him , making him lay on top of you. âArenât you tired?â you asked caressing his muscular back. âa little bit but-â â â letâs stay like this for a moment.. pleaseâ you pouted cutely. He smiled kissing your pout , â as you wish princessâ. â I love you Chanâ he smiled covering your neck with little kisses. âI love you too babyâ you hugged him tightly.Â
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The Blood King and his Queen [1]
Pairing: Bakugou x reader
Romance, Angst, Drama
Word count: 2.4K
Summary: Â From being a mere servant girl to marrying the scariest prince in existence, your world changed right before your eyes. Exchanging places with the princess, you knew, wasnât going to be easy. But could you have found love on the way? Or was it never meant to be?
A/N: Hello my loves! And welcome back to another, rather long, series! I had so many inspirations for this piece that I couldnât wait to share with you all! Be warned, this might be a 20 part series, maybe more maybe less but weâll see what happens! I hope you fall in love with this story as much as I do!
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Nothing started your morning off better than the princess screaming her head off first thing in the morning. You, along with other servants, rushed to aid the princess in her time of distress. Although, it was never something to worry about with her. It was always something minor, like her hair was styled incorrectly or she didnât like the color of clothes her servant picked out. Of course, this time, she was making a fuss that her perfume didnât smell right.
âYour highness, I promise you, itâs the same one,â one of the servants who aided her in the morning pleaded for her life.
âNo! You must have switched it out because it smells nothing like mine!â the princess screeched. The princess was so outraged that she started throwing everything and anything that was around her. Clothes, jewelry, candles, mirrors, anything she could get her hands on, she threw it. You and the other girls that just arrived could only watch in horror as her whole room becomes a mess with her belongings, some broken some completely shattered.
You wanted to say something. But you knew you couldnât. If you stepped out of line or even talked back to any of the royals, you were surely to be punished severely later. Yet, you wanted to say something so bad. It was on the tip of your tongue. Because you knew the reason why it may smell different to the princess. To help your fellow friend in desperate need, you were going to say it. You pray to the gods that what you were about to say was right.
âPrincess, if I may,â you started. The princess stopped what she was doing, midair, to give you the coldest stare you have ever received from her. You gulped. Well, too late to back out now. You bowed down your head respectfully while extending your hand to take the perfume. You donât know why the princess decided to trust you at that moment, but she did. She nodded her head, allowing one of the servants to retrieve the bottle and place it in the palm of your hands.
âI believe itâs because your clothes already have a different perfume on it.â you explain. You pick up a different piece of clothing, one you knew was clean and free from previous scents, and spritzed the perfume onto it. âHere, does this smell like normal?â you offer the piece of clothing to the princess. For a moment, she stares at it, not believing your words. But she forcibly takes it anyway and smells it. The look of realization hit her harder than when she smashed her mirror against the floor. She spares you a second glance before handing off her perfume to someone and faces away.
âI would like to be left alone,â the princess states. After a synchronized bow from all her servants, you left the princessâs quarters and back to your own. When you were far enough, you let out a big sigh of relief. Man, that was scary. You probably shouldnât be doing that again any time soon. Your friend hooked arms with you, the unexpected force made you loose your balance.
âYour intuition was spot on, once again,â she stated. You could only roll your eyes.
âI was just trying to help the situation,â you explained.
âYeah, well if only the princess could use her brain once in a while, then she would have figured it out herself,â your friend puffed out her cheeks in annoyance.
âWell maybe her highness wasnât feeling herself this morning,â you tried to defend her. But really, there was only so much you could defend her on.
âOh, please, (y/n). You know thatâs how she acts all the time. You act more like a princess than the princess herself,â your friend finally let the cat out of the bag. You quickly slapped her hand and checked your surroundings. Phew, no one of importance was in sight.
âOh hush now. Donât say things like that,â you scold her, giving her a stern look.
âWhat? You know all us girls think that. It doesnât help that you look almost exactly like her. If I didnât know better, I would have thought you were the princess instead.â
âGood gracious! Really? How could you say that so loud? What if someone overhears you? Then both you and me could get in trouble,â you warned. You knew your friend couldnât care less. It was always gossip coming out of these girlâs mouths. Thatâs how news spreads fast around here. And you didnât mind the gossip. Actually, you participated in the gossip too. There was a lot of downtime when you werenât attending to the princess. So what do you do instead? Gossip. But you couldnât have this type of gossip going around. This was dangerous.
The main girl who caused the princess to get upset, finally left the room. She was visibly traumatized by the whole event. Who wouldnât be? Dealing with the princess is something else.
You noticed that the girl was bleeding from her finger. She must have gotten it when the princess was throwing glass around the room and it some pieces cut her.
âCome with me,â you gently grabbed her by the arm and led her to a room that was filled with different plants and bottles. The aroma immediately felt welcoming to anyone who stepped in. You went to a part of the room that you knew well and pulled out a bandage.
âThis should do the trick,â you say as you finish wrapping her finger up.
âThank you. How did youâŚâ
âOh, I learned a few things from the royal doctor. Sort of like an apprentice?â you explained. Being a servant isnât the only task you knew how to do. On your spare time, you would come to the royal doctor and assist him whenever needed. In return for your volunteer, he taught you everything he knew about medicine. It was still a lot to process, but at least you knew how to do basic first aid.
âAre you even allowed to do that?â the girl asked. You thought for a minute. Was it? It wasnât stopping you now.
âWell I guess itâs our little secret,â you put your finger to your mouth and gave a small wink.
After properly getting ready, you and the girls rushed to the princessâs side for it was your job to get her ready to be sent of and wedded. And she was not getting wedded off to just any prince. It was the rumored Blood Prince. Ah, yes. You heard much about this Blood Prince. He was the most vicious out of all the princes in the kingdom. Even more so than his eldest brothers. He was rumored to have sharp teeth and eyes that could kill with a single look. He was told to have scars marked all over his body from the battlefield. An ugly being, you imagined. Big, scary, intimidating, ruthless. God, you felt sorry for the princess for marrying such a man. You couldnât imagine yourself marrying that type of person. Hearing stories about him made your blood run cold and chills down your spine.
You entered the princessâs room where a beautiful, white wedding dress, flowy, magnificent and perfect in all the right ways, was being fitted on the princess. You watched in awe because she looked absolutely fantastical in the dress. What a dream it would to be wear that dress only once in your life. At the same time her dress was being fitted, some servants were doing her hair and putting decorative pins and head pieces on. It was very chaotic in the room, with servants running everywhere, but it was all worth it for the princess to look this way.
You were preparing water for her hands and feet to soak while some of the girls that came with you were deciding which robe that best fits with her wardrobe.
âYour highness looks so lovely,â you commented, gently soaking her hands into warm bowls of water.
âOf course! I have to look my best for a special guest this afternoon,â the princess said in a cheery voice. You tilted your head slightly in confusion. You werenât aware that the Blood Prince was coming to the palace. You thought the princess was being sent to him instead. You looked up and came into contact with a friend and she was speaking with her eyes.
She doesnât know. She signaled to you. You frowned.
She doesnât know?
She does not know.
Your mouth was left slightly ajar. The princess does not know that she is off to be engaged any moment now? This was a dilemma. She thinks a guest is coming. Thatâs why sheâs dressed so much fancier than usual. But when she finds out that she is to be engaged, sheâs going to wreck havoc in the palace. Now you really didnât dare say anything now.
After finding out that very important piece of information, you could see that all the girls in the room knew, besides the princess. The tension in the room was growing increasingly more uncomfortable as time went on. But the princess was so air headed that she couldnât read the room.
The princess was over the moon with happiness. And it was only because she could wear her fancy and expensive gowns that she canât wear on the daily. She was skipping down the long corridors, humming a tune to only she knows as you and other servants follow behind her.
âIsnât this dress beautiful? I feel like Iâm in a wedding dress!â the princess exclaimed. You couldnât help but raise a brow. Well, itâs because the princess is really in a wedding dress. But the princess did look beautiful beyond compare. She almost looked ethereal dancing in front of you like that. As the princess was dancing down the corridor, she passed by one of many large windows that gave a view of the front of the palace. A carriage was waiting to take her away to her fiancĂŠ, but she didnât know that. Or did she?
She stopped in her tracks to take a better look at the carriage outside. A frown laid upon her lips and her eyebrows rightfully furrowed.
âIs that my carriage down there?â she questions. The ladies around you looked at each other, not knowing what to say. But even if they did know what to say, who was going to say it? One of your friends cleared their throat and bowed down to respond to the princess.
âIt is, your highness,â she said.
âWhatever for?â a round of gulps could be heard from everyone there.
âForâŚyour trip to your betrothed,â the girlâs voice shook from fear that the princess was going to blow up.
âMy betrothed?â the princess repeated.
âYes, your highness.â
âAs in, to marry?â
âYes, your highness.â
It was quiet. Nothing more came out of the princessâs mouth. And that scared all of you. This was not the normal reaction you were expecting. You expected her highness to rage, cry, scream, yell, destroy everything around her. But no. She was silent, like her tongue was ripped out of her throat.
In one quick movement, the princess turns around and dashes back to her bedroom. And who does she bring along? You! Before you could comprehend anything, the princess had taken you by the hand and now you were running down the corridor with the princess. The other ladies were running after you. When you turned back to look, you even saw a couple of guards running as well. But it was too late for them. The princess got to her room first, slammed the door closed, and barricaded the door with chairs to prevent anyone from coming inside.
âYour highness,â you call, out of breath from the sudden running. The princess didnât answer you. She started taking off her dress, sending you into complete shock.
âYour highness! What are you doing?â you panicked. She only glared at you while not stopping what she was doing.
âEnough talking. Just take off your clothes,â she ordered you. You bit your lip. You had no idea what was going on but if she demanded it, then you had no choice but to obey. So, you stripped yourself of your filthy clothes and laid them on the floor. While you stood in front of the princess naked, she was getting the remaining of her clothes off. Then, she passed you her dress.
âQuick, put it on,â she said. You hesitated at first. You? Wear something only a princess could wear? But you couldnât stall any longer. As quickly as you could, you put on the flowy wedding dress while the princess put on your peasant clothes. Banging was coming from the other side of the door, which only made both of you panic even more. If they came in while all this was happening, you would get into so much trouble. As soon as you both got situated in your new outfits, the princess gripped your shoulders so that you were looking her right in the eyes.
âListen to me closely. You are going to take my place. Iâll be you and youâll be me until you come back,â she shouted at you in a whisper.
âYour highness?â you began but she shut you up because she wasnât finished.
âYour mission is to make this prince hate you so much that he calls off this marriage. Then youâll return and everything will go back to normal,â she continued. It looked like she wanted to say more, but your time together was cut short. The guards had already pushed their way through the door and charging their way towards you. The princess, who was now dressed as you, quickly covered your face with the veil. The veil was thick enough that no one could see your eyes or face.
âTake the princess,â one of the guards ordered. The real princess bowed her head down, faking it until the end. The guards went straight up to you, grabbing you by both of your arms and forcibly escorted you out to the carriage.
And so there you were, on your way to some unknown kingdom, about to marry some man you didnât even know. All because the princess ordered you to. No matter how much you hated the idea, you couldnât even voice your opinions to her. You were in no position to do so. Before you left the palace grounds, you looked back, hoping that this was all some sort of sick joke. But the princess was looking down at you from the window, giving you a nod of trust. She trusted you. You had to fulfil her request.
This is how you found yourself in the presence of the most vicious Blood Prince, Bakugou Katsuki.
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in character (m)
pornstar!yoongi
â scenario: Yoongi is one of the best porn stars in the industry; everyone wants to work with him at least once in their career. But what you donât expect to feel for your co-star is the desire for something more than whatâs written on the script.
alternatively: actor au where yoongi plays a burglar who breaks into your house and has his way with you.
â word count: 5.7k
â warnings:Â dom yoongi, rough consensual noncon, breath play, dirty talk, degradation, a lot of slapping, language, face fucking, choking, size kink, cock warming, predator/prey, sadism, unknowing cuckhold, ur tied up, just pure filth tbh
â a/n: this was previously posted on a side blog of mine, which iâve since deactivated and reposted here! so if youâve seen this before, no u havent âĄ
âTake it.â Yoongi hovers over your kneeling form, his member held in his hand as he forces it between your closed lips. âTake my fat fucking cock in your mouth like the little slut that you are.â
âMmm, canât,â you mumble a muffled reply, turning your head side to side in an attempt to avoid him. You half heartedly tug at the rope restraining your wrists behind your back even though you know they wonât break loose. âItâs t-too big.â
He lets out a dark chuckle. âCome on. Be a good girl and make it fit.â He finally shoves his way into your mouth, his salty precum coating your taste buds as you welcome the warm, velvety soft flesh of his length against your tongue. He doesnât stop until heâs buried to the hilt deep within your throat and your face is pressed against his abdomen, the feeling of his happy trail tickling your skin.
âSwallow,â he demands and you do as youâre told. âI want to feel you choking and gagging around my cock.â He tilts his head back with a groan as your throat tightens around his length. âAh fuck, atta girl.â
You struggle to pull away again before he finally relents this time. A big gulp of air fills your lungs when your mouth is empty, air freely filling your lungs before your windpipes are suddenly constricted again as he wraps his hand around your throat
âDid I say you could stop, bitch?â He hisses before grabbing the base of his shaft and slapping his dick against your cheeks multiple times. The flesh bounces against the supple skin of your lips, leaving a smear of saliva in its wake before his hand then finds your face for a light slap. He backhands the other side for good measure, eyes lighting up in sadistic pleasure when your slack lips give way as a hole for his dick again.
âCut!â
Youâre instantly brought back to reality. Set lights that were once dim now brighten and the sound of idle chatter from stage crew fill the background. Yoongi releases his fistâs firm hold on your hair to step away as if he hadnât just been abusing your throat mere seconds ago.
âYou alright?â He asks softly as he watches you take in a deep breath.
You nod and flash him a weak smile while you try to quell your racing heart. The urge to wipe your tears is overwhelming, though even if your hands were free you couldnât give in because the mascara streaming down your face would smear. Instead you turn your attention to the director who stopped the scene.
âYoongi, Iâm going to need you to be a little more rough,â the director speaks from his seat behind the camera.
âMore rough?â His brows shoot up to his hairline.
âYouâre supposed to be a burglar who has broken into this house and taken Y/N hostageâof course more rough.â
Yoongiâs eyes flicker down to you as if silently checking to make sure youâre okay with this. When you manage to offer him a small smile and nod your head, that seems to be the confirmation he needs.
âAlright,â he replies.
Youâre careful not to move so not to cause issues later on when they edit the shot. âCan I get some water?â You call out.
A crew member comes over with a bottle of water, holding the top to your lips and tipping it back so that youâre still able to drink with your hands bound behind your back. The cool liquid is soothing on your strained throat, and when you let out a hum the crew member removes the bottle and ducks back behind the camera.
âHow is everything that Iâm doing?â Yoongi turns to you once your mouth is free. âAny discomfort? Complaints?â
You gently shake your head. The difference between Yoongi on and off camera is still astounding; this man is a great actor. âEverythingâs fine. Please, donât worry about me. I can take it.â
Yoongi arches his brow, an almost impressed expression adorning his features. âYou must be pretty tough then if you can handle all of that.â
You shrug, your eyes finding his with a gleam as you reply, âI like it rough.â
Before he has time to respond, the director is calling for places again. You quickly clear your throat and mentally prepare yourself for the scene ahead while Yoongi gives his dick a few good pumps before an action! fills the room.
Itâs fascinating watching him snap back into character; what was once concern in his eyes is now instantly replaced with predatory satisfaction as his hand finds its way back into your hair at the crown of your head, the tip of his still-leaking cock pressing against your slack lips.
âNow fucking take it,â he grits before roughly shoving it into your throat. âTake it like the whore you are.â
A loud gagging noise leaves you at the sudden intrusion, though the sound only seems to urge him forward as his fist tightens its grip to set the pace of your movements while he holds his hips still and roughly tugs your mouth up and down on his length. You let out another lewd noise whenever you feel his tip hit the back of your throat, though you still manage to hug your lips around his shaft with each motion.
âAh, good girl. You like choking on my cock?â He slaps your hollowed cheek with his free hand and marvels at the way your skin turns red under his touch. âYeah? Choke on it, slut.â His hand then finds your nose and squeezes so that heâs holding your breath and the only purchase you have is his member fucking your throat.
Your vision ebbs at the edges from the lack of oxygen filling your lungs, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks to purposefully smear the non-waterproof mascara youâre wearing. Your body starts to involuntarily panic as it struggles for air, and itâs only when your knee subtly nudges his ankle three timesâthe agreed upon number prior to filming which means youâre at your limitâthat he finally releases his hold on your nose and lets you fall back with a staggering cough.
Relief floods you as you take in a deep breath of sweet, sweet air. The director hasnât called cut so he mustâve liked the stunt, which means that Yoongi never leaves character as he watches your display with sadistic pleasure.
âSo fucking pathetic. I bet that pretty little mouth of yours has never been fucked like this, hm?â He grips your chin between his fingers and drags his thumb across your bottom lip before forcing it between your lips. âSuck,â he orders.
You have no choice but to obey, wrapping your tongue around the digit and hollowing your cheeks.
Yoongi chuckles darkly. âLook at you. Youâre so cock hungry that youâre willing to suck off any part of me. Desperate slut.â One of his hands snakes down to your breasts as he grabs the flesh in a tight grip, groping a couple times before giving them a few slaps and admiring the way they bounce beneath his touch. His thumb then finally slips from your mouth only to find its way around your throat and use the hold to pull you up on your knees again. âIf youâre so desperate then youâre going to gag on my dick until I blow my load all over that pretty face of yours, yeah?â
You let out a whimper, playing the facade of a scared hostage as you shake your head pleadingly.
A resounding smack fills the air as his hand finds your cheek again in a harder slap this time, and you can feel the wetness pool between your legs as he manhandles you so that your back is flat against the floor and his hands are holding you down.
âThat wasnât a question. Be a good girl and take what I give to you,â he rasps as he angles his hips over your lifted head and begins fucking your face with quick, precise thrusts. Each assault makes another lewd gagging sound leave your mouth as you have no choice but to take the rough onslaught.
He throws his head back in unabashed pleasure as a loud moan leaves his lips, not even looking at you anymore as his hips continue to buck in chase of his high. Heâs using you as a sex toy for his pleasure without a second thought, and you canât deny the way arousal rolls within you at the sight.
After a few more moments of this your sore throat throbs and your wrists begin to ache as the rope digs into your back, and itâs only when your thigh nudges his three times that he seems to come to and pulls himself out of your mouth.
You cough while struggling a bit to sit up. Yoongi seems to notice this and helps you back to your knees before heâs suddenly picking you up entirely and throwing you on the bed as if you weigh nothing.
âEnough of your mouth. Iâve decided I wanna feel that tight fucking cunt around me instead.â His eyes are dark, dangerous as they watch you like a predator stalking its prey, and you find yourself gulping in equal parts fear and excitement.
âW-wait, pleaseââ you remember the script enough to whimper, though even you know the acting is a lie as your mouth grows dry when Yoongi crawls over you.
âShut the fuck up!â He hisses before giving your bare pussy a punishing slap. Itâs hard to miss the string of liquid arousal that chases his fingers, and he sneers down at you with a condescending tilt of his head. âI knew you were a fucking slut. Look how turned on you are from a stranger tying you up and having their way with you.â He spreads his fingers apart to show you your wetness before heâs reaching forward and shoving his fingers between your lips. âTaste yourself. Taste what I make your body feel.â
The heady flavor of your juices is peculiar on your tongue, though you take what youâre given with big eyes as you stare up at him, your gaze holding for longer than planned as you find yourself unable to look away.
And itâs after a few moments that he suddenly lurches forward and presses his lips to yours in a hard, passionate kiss. You let out a moan of surpriseâyou hadnât been expecting thatâbefore your lids are fluttering shut and youâre completely melting beneath him. His tongue is needy as it pushes past your lips to hungrily lap up the taste of both of your arousal mixed together in the caverns of your mouth.
The sensation has you seeing stars, and you let out another groan of pleasure before your back is involuntarily arching to press your chest against his, wanting to feel more of him.
âCut!â
You hardly even register the directorâs voice through the hazy fog of your mind, and it isnât until Yoongi pulls away that you open your eyes to see the lights and cameras around you. You blink to adjust your eyesight and almost reluctantly turn your head on the mattress beneath you to look at the man in charge.
âThere is no kissing in this script.â He holds up his phone to wave the downloaded file that contains this sceneâs directions as if to reiterate his point. You were both emailed a copy of the script before you accepted this job. âItâs too intimate. And Y/N, you canât act like you like whatâs happening to you.â
Your cheeks heat up slightly at him calling out your obvious desire that you were trying but failing to contain. âI got it,â you call back half-heartedly. When you face forward again youâre met with Yoongiâs eyes gazing down at you.
His expression is unreadable, a mix of emotions you canât comprehend at the moment. âSorry,â he mouths apologetically since he had been the one to kiss you in the first place.
You couldnât find it in yourself to be upset, regardless of the directorâs criticism.
âAction!â He calls from his seat to start the scene where Yoongi left off removing his fingers from your mouth.
He gives your pussy another slap if only to get back into the rhythm of the sceneâs tone, and your body quivers at the sudden sensation.
âNo, donâtââ you try to squirm away from his touch, though the fight only seems to make him angry as he suddenly grabs your body and throws you forward over his lap.
âI told you good girls take what theyâre given!â He scolds before a hand slams down over your bare ass, the sting causing you to yelp in surprise. He continues this a few more times, each slap reverberating through the room and leaving a growing red mark on your skin. âDo you like being punished? Wanna be punished by my cock?â
âNoâ!â You try to shake your head when heâs suddenly shifting you down so that your face is hovering over his erect member.
âShut the fuck up and put that mouth to good use,â he growls, gripping the base of his shaft and aligning it with your mouth. Because youâre lying on your stomach your head has nowhere to go but down, and he takes full advantage of that situation as he snaps his hips up so that his cock is being forced down your throat with each thrust.
âSuch a good fuck doll. Instead of robbing this house I might just steal you and use you as my personal sex toy,â he groans with a toss of his head, his cock unable to leave your mouth due to the position.
You carefully breathe out of your nose for air as you curl your tongue around his length, inexplicably still wanting to pleasure him despite the situation. Each sound of satisfaction that falls from his lips adds to the growing ache of lust in your core, and when your lower half squirms in an attempt to relieve some of the tension this catches Yoongiâs attention.
His hand finds your ass again in a series of quick slaps, each motion cupping the lower cheek and causing your pussy to quiver in anticipation from his fingers being so close to where you want him most. His palm then smoothes over your reddened skin, admiring his blooming artwork before his touch finally settles between your legs.
âAh, you put up such a fight but your body responds so well.â A curse escapes under his breath when his middle finger slides between your lower lips.
You let out a muffled whine around him, his hips ceasing their movement to instead explore your body so that youâre now warming his stiff cock with your throat.
âYouâre such a good cock warmer,â he muses down at you, swiveling his hips for good measure so that his erection swirls inside you.
The action causes you to gag, a sensation that he likes if the involuntary groan is any tell, but the sore pain in your throat is quickly forgotten when he suddenly pushes two fingers inside you.
âHoly shit, youâre tight!â The words leave his lips in pure surprise that cannot be faked.
You wish you could see the genuine reaction on his facial expression, but instead your eyes squeeze shut at the sexual relief that fills your core from finally having some part of him inside you. Oh, how badly you want to beg him to keep fingering you, to cry for his cock and bask in the pleasure heâs giving your body.
But alas, you canât. You have a part to play.
And so you rock your hips back and forth in what is meant to look like an effort to force his fingers out of you when really youâre just riding them for relief.
Yoongi seems to be in awe above you, and you donât even have to nudge him three times to make him lift you up off his dick and onto the bed.
You pathetically gasp for breath once thereâs nothing obstructing your airways, not realizing how badly you needed oxygen until youâre finally able to breathe properly.
âEnough of this. Iâm fucking that tight little cunt right this second.â His tone is dark, determined as he stands on the floor and drags you to the edge of the bed. âOn your knees,â he barks coldly.
You resist the urge to desperately obey him, instead fighting back fearfully until he finally manhandles your body into the position he wants you with your ass in the air and your face pressed into the mattress.
âStop, y-youâre too big!â You start to protest once you feel his tip breaching your walls.
He instantly smacks your ass as punishment. âSex dolls canât talk. Iâm gonna stretch you so much you rip in half on my dick if thatâs what it fucking takes.â And with that he slams into you full force without a second warning.
Despite the scene at hand, Yoongi is a good, smart guy. He has a reputation in the porn industry for being the man every person wants to fuck at some point in their career. His resume is vast and his experience shows in his technique. Youâre assuming thatâs how he knows you donât need anymore prepping when it comes to taking his full length and girth; thankfully he doesnât comment on it out loud, but youâre embarrassingly wet. Like âit feels like youâve already orgasmed twiceâ kind of wet. Which is why thereâs no hesitation on his part to bury into you to the hilt, and the fake cry of pain that leaves your lips is actually a very grateful cry of sheer, undeniable pleasure.
âFuck!â He cries out immediately, his hips stalling as they press flush against the heated skin of your ass. âShit, youâre squeezing around me like crazy. About to milk my cock dry if you donât stop.â
His voice is breathless, strained; you can tell from your line of work that heâs trying to hold back from finishing too early. Not that you can blame him, what with the way you spent all of foreplay glued to his dick. Still, this being the wildly popular Min Yoongi and all, you canât help but feel a sense of pride swell within you at his words.
âCut!â The director suddenly calls, though neither you nor your co-star move. âYoongi, do you need a minute? We can cut the footage later if you want to wait until youâre ready to start again.â
âU-uh, yeah, just a sec.â Itâs interesting how much his voice wavers now that you have a break without the pressure of the camera filming a continuous take.
You glance at him over your shoulder as best as you can with the side of your face in the sheets and your wrists still restrained behind your back. âAnything I can do to help?â You ask.
âN-no, youâdonât move,â he quickly warns as if any motion whatsoever would cause him to blow his load right then and there.
For some reason it causes your heart to flutter with endearment.
So you simply nod your head and settle back down against the bed, the sensation of him essentially warming his erect cock within your walls not helping any as you can feel your slick arousal now dripping down your thighs.
âAnd... action. Take your time and whenever youâre ready you can start back up again,â the director calls out to him.
Yoongi briefly nods from behind you, and itâs after a few deep breaths from him that you start to feel movement inside the deepest parts of you. He rubs his hips experimentally against your ass to test the waters before finally rolling them in a slow, meticulous motion.
âShit, I wouldnât have wasted time on your mouth if I knew you had a pussy like this,â he curses softly as the repeated action starts to gain momentum.
Your skin is slick with precum and sweat where your bodies meet, though youâre unable to stop the moan that tumbles from your lips as his thrusts speed up and the sound of slapping flesh fills the room.
It isnât long before what was once caution and hesitation transforms back into the rough tone of the script now that heâs not afraid of finishing early. He gives your ass a few loud, stinging slaps before his hand reaches down to grab a fistful of your hair and yank you up. You cry out, your torso now completely lifted in the air due to the strong grip he has on you.
âThatâs right, I knew you could take my fat cock. You were just whining like the little bitch you are, huh?â He grits his teeth and slips his hand from your hair to the knotted rope that binds both of your hands together. Your scalp is thankful when he chooses to hold onto that instead while he steadies your body for his relentless pace.
âAh! No, fuck, itâs too muchââ you barely remember to scream out your lines through the endless waves of pleasure heâs assaulting your body.
âDid I say you could speak?â He growls before dropping your hands so that your chest falls back against the mattress again. Thereâs only a beat of silence while he grabs your abandoned panties on the bed before heâs unceremoniously shoving them into your mouth. âNow shut the fuck up. I donât wanna hear you unless youâre crying over my cock.â
And so loud endless sobs tear through your throat, the sound muffled from the soiled fabric in your mouth as he grips your hips so tightly youâre sure his fingertips will leave bruises and he yanks your body up and down on his length.
âFuck, gonna keep your messy cunt as my own personal pocket pussy.â Dirty words tumble from his mouth as he loses himself to the pleasure your walls are giving him. âGonna fuck you every single day.â
You hear the sound of a door closing from somewhere within the house youâre using as a set, and you know that means the scene where your supposed boyfriend comes home is now happening.
âMmmm!â Your eyes widen as you attempt to speak, in the middle of spitting the panties out when Yoongi suddenly leans forward against your back and shoves them back into your mouth before slamming a hand over your lips to keep them there.
âOh, is someone home?â Thereâs a sadistic, devilish glint in his eye as he speaks against your ear, his hips continuing their rutting. âLet them see. Let them see how much of a pathetic whore you are creaming all over my cock.â
The new angle causes him to hit another spot within you that has you crying out in pure ecstasy, tears steadily streaming from the corners of your eyes as your vocal cords vibrate with every muffled groan against his palm.
You hear the sound of your fake boyfriend walking up the stairs, and thatâs Yoongiâs cue to pull out and tug you to your feet by the knotted rope at the juncture of your wrists. He roughly shoves you against the closed door with his chest pressed against your back so that you have nowhere to move.
âMmmm!â You moan frantically again when you feel his cock push back into you, and itâs all you can do to shake his palm from your mouth and spit out the panties between your lips before your boyfriend stops to knock on the door.
You spare a panicked glance back at Yoongi only to see him smirking sardonically at you. âAnswer,â his twisted words curl around the tightening coil in your core.
You frantically shake your head. Thereâs no way you can do that without getting caught!
At your refusal he shoves you against the wall even harder this time, his free hand wrapping around your throat to hold your gaze on him. âI said, answer. Let him hear how I make you feel.â He pivots his hips up in a particularly heavy thrust that had a cry of pleasure falling from your lipsâone that catches the ears of your waiting boyfriend.
âSweetheart, is everything okay in there?â He calls out in concern before turning the handle.
Your eyes widen as Yoongi tugs on your wrists so that youâre stumbling back a couple steps and the door has enough room to open, though you quickly peek your head out so that your fake boyfriend canât see that youâre naked or that Yoongi is currently ramming his cock into you from behind.
âH-hey babe,â your words stumble as Yoongi starts back up with a relentless pace, one hand holding onto your knotted wrists for leverage so that he can bounce you back and forth on his dick while the other hand smooths down the bare expanse of your back.
Your boyfriendâs eyes instantly widen in concern. âAre you crying? What happened, are you feeling okay?â
When he starts to step inside, you quickly shake your head. âN-no, no donât worry. I was just uhâI was taking off my makeup. I feel good.â At that moment Yoongi uses his hand on your back to push down on your spine so that youâre leaning forward even more, the new angle causing him to hit a sweet spot deep within your walls. âI feel so good!â You involuntarily cry out.
Thereâs no way this stunt would ever look believable in real life. But thatâs the beauty of porn.
Yoongi suddenly slaps your ass and you stumble, your hand instinctively trying to fly to your mouth to cover your whimper. Though because your wrists are bound, youâre unable to stop the sound of pleasure that hangs wantonly in the air once it falls from your lips.
Alarm springs to your boyfriendâs features. âWhat was that?â
âI-I just stubbed my toe,â you lamely fumble for the scriptâs poor excuse.
He nods and you listen to him ramble about his day, mostly stalling for time so the cameras can catch the glory of this unknowing-cuckold moment. You supply distracted hmâs and uh huhâs until he finally says heâs going to the kitchen.
âIâll be there in a bit, babe,â you call out as he walks away, and the second the door shuts Yoongi shoves you against it again and holds you there with his body, never missing a beat as he continues to slam his hips into you from behind.
âWhatâs wrong, babe? Donât want him to know what a little slut you are?â He snarls into your ear, the pet name falling sarcastically from his lips and making your stomach flutter. His skin is slick with sweat where your bodies meet and the heat from your heavy breathing clouds the air between you with lust. âIt took everything in me not to open the door and show him whose cock has been stretching this fucking cunt of yours.â
Yoongi doesnât waste a second tugging you back to the bed now that your interruption has left, though instead of throwing you face down like before, he positions you on your back this time with your ass at the edge of the bed while he towers over you.
Thereâs something about this position that feels more intimateâmaybe itâs because you can stare straight into his eyes this time when he fucks you. But one slap of your tits as he suddenly thrusts his cock back into your heat and you know heâs still in character.
âAh!â You cry out, the quick intrusion making you see stars.
He doesnât waste time building his rhythm as he starts back up at the same frightening pace as before, and the hand thatâs groping and abusing your breasts slides up your chest and clamps down around your throat, using his hold to yank you up and down on his length again.
âYou finally ready to be a good girl? Done whining about taking my fat cock?â He chuckles darkly as you struggle to breathe, fresh tears starting to prick at the edges of your eyes over the black stains streaking down your cheeks.
Just when youâre about to nudge him three times, he releases his grip on your windpipe to instead travel up your jaw and hook his fingers inside your open mouth. His fingers curl behind the back of your bottom-row teeth, holding you there while he fucks into you and uses your holes as a means to get himself off.
âLook at you, so pathetic and submissive beneath me. The perfect sex doll.â His gaze never wavers from your big eyes while he speaks, and before you can register whatâs happening heâs suddenly leaning down and spitting into your mouth that heâs forcing open. âSwallow,â he orders.
Itâs embarrassing how quickly you obey. Every second that passes is spent reminding yourself that you need to remember your script rather than act on impulse.
But thatâs proving harder and harder to do now that Yoongiâs face is so close to yours.
You resist the urge to lean up and kiss him. Your director already scolded you once today; you donât need him calling you out again. Though you might not have to endure this facade that much longer, because soon your co-starâs hand is snaking down between your legs and finding the bundle of nerves that instantly sets your body aflame.
You have no choice but to take what heâs giving you, and the onslaught of pleasure mixed with the mental image of everything happening is too much for you to handle.
Which is why his growl of âcum,â in the shell of your ear is all it takes for you to lose it on his cock.
âFuck,â the word falls from his lips with a low, throaty groan. He stands upright again and tosses his head back, both hands returning to your hips as he drags your pussy even faster on his length so you ride out your high while he desperately chases his. âI didnât think it was even possible for you to feel any tighterâshit, your pretty pussy is gonna make me cum.â
The sounds of pleasure leaving his lips turn short, breathless, until finally you feel the sudden sensation of milky white cum flooding your insides. Itâs warm and leaves your body feeling full, satisfied when he eventually pulls out to admire his seed dripping from your cunt.
He bends down to get a view up close, and without the haze of lust clouding your movements you actually feel embarrassed by his thorough inspection despite everything that just happened. If it wasnât for the dizzying lethargy thatâs starting to settle over your body and a need to end the scene, you mightâve tried to squirm away.
âClench,â he suddenly orders, his thumb dragging up your inner thigh and entering your abused pussy again as he stuffs his seed back inside of you. âDonât let it drip out. I want you to remember the feeling of my cum filling you up when you talk to your precious boyfriend.â
You shudder at his touch against your sensitive mound, though thankfully he doesnât linger as the director calls cut! and the scene ends.
The hum of background chatter fills the room again, and it takes you a moment to blink from your daze and realize whatâs happening. You canât move from the bed even if you wanted to.
Yoongi is instantly at your side untying your wrists, his touch careful and gentle compared to the harsh way he was handling your body just moments prior. âHey, you okay?â He sits down by your side and runs a soothing hand over your hair, your back. âIâm sorry if I went too far a couple times there. They said they wanted me to be more rough, so Iââ
âItâs fine, really,â you hum in reassurance when you eventually find your voice. A sigh of relief leaves your lips once your wrists are finally free of the constricting rope, and you rub and roll them a few times to ease the stiff ache in your bones. âI never nudged you because I was uncomfortable. I just needed to breathe,â you chuckle amiably.
A soft smile finds Yoongiâs lips, and he slowly reaches out to give you enough time to pull away if you want to until the pad of his thumb is tenderly swiping the mascara-stained tears from your cheekbones.
The contrast makes you dizzy. Itâs like night and day, his actions not even a minute ago compared to his actions now. His sexual range leaves your heart aflutter and you donât know why.
âShit, you have marks on your hips.â He runs a hand over the curvature of your side. A shiver shoots down your spine at his feathery touch. âIâm so sorry, I didnât mean to get that into it.â
The tantalizing motion of his fingers seem to put you in a trance before you finally find the strength to sit upright, though the sudden movement makes you wobble a little off balance. He quickly wraps his arms around your back to steady you and then leans back against the bed frame.
You let out an exhale, your stomach rolling at the intimacy of the interaction. Youâre now cuddling with Yoongi, and the cameras arenât rolling anymore. Does he do this with all his co-stars after a shoot?
âYou donât have to apologize,â you murmur, swallowing before admitting your next words. âI got into it too. It was so difficult for me to act like I didnât want it.â
Yoongi leans back in surprise at your words so he can get a good look at your face, though itâs in that moment while the two of you are gazing at each other that his manager calls his name. You canât help but notice the reluctance in his movements as he parts from you, eventually getting up and putting on his robe behind the camera.Â
You sigh, giving your legs a bit more time to rest until your manager calls you over as well. Whatâs happening? Youâve left a shoot satisfied before, but never yearning for more. Was the sex really just that good? Or is it something more, something that has to do with the boy with dark eyes and fluffy black hair staring back at you from across the room?
Whatever it is, you find yourself suddenly a little too excited to see Min Yoongi again.
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pairing: post-timeskip! oikawa tooru x fem!reader genre: angst wc:Â 2.4k warnings:Â cursing, stress, anxiety, homesickness, insecurity requested by @dasighosamuâ <3:Â âoikawa video chatting regularly with his girlfriend that somehow convinced him theyâre okay [...]â
a/n:Â i.. am.. so so so sorry this took so long... many of the negative feelings here are taken from my own personal experiences as well, so iâm very sorry if this seems a bit impersonal for some people, but i tried to make it feel as y/n-able as possible! enjoy!
special thanks to nat @natszooâ for beta reading! love u :(
LISTEN TO: blue - taeyeon; through the night - iu
you feel it in your bones. you feel it rumble and twist and turn. some days you feel it more. some days you feel it less. you know what it is today.Â
itâs so empty, you think, movements like a crack of sound in silence. you had woken up in the afternoon today, the room still dark yet covers already warm. oh, you feel disgusting.
the least you do is open the curtains, hoping to squeeze in some sunlight for the day you had almost missed. you remember, though, to wake up for today, because itâs saturday. you look forward to saturdays, actually, because it has in store one constant that you hold onto - facetiming your boyfriend, oikawa tooru, at 7pm.
it used to be everyday that you facetimed him, until careers advanced and work took up more and more space in lives. still, you would always watch his matches when they were televised (it was a hassle sometimes, though, to get through to argentinian television channels, but it was worth it) and he would text you good morning and goodnight in your timezone most days (it slips his mind sometimes, but you could never blame him; you like the texts anyways). and itâs okay, really, itâs okay that you donât get to see him that often. itâs just that work gets a bit harsh sometimes and you live alone and most of your friends live quite a bit far from you and you feel like youâve cried to them about tooru way too many times and-
okay, you are not okay. but you hold on. you try to hold on.
you get yourself an instant meal in the fridge, feeling well into the shitty weekend when you see the stack of dirty dishes in the sink. you wash them anyways, thinking that it might be a way for you to feel a little bit better. you donât want to be irritable when youâre with tooru, because then heâll just worry. he already worries enough about himself - the least you could do is smile. right?
itâs what you tell yourself as you slap on some skincare, hoping that the various products containing tea tree essence and papaya are enough to mask the layer of sleepless nights and early mornings on your face. itâs not like youâre afraid of him seeing you in your dejected state; itâs more like you wouldnât want the only time you spend with him this week be a negative memory.
now, you settle on the carpeted floor of the living room, laptop placed on the coffee table between the couch and the tv you never really use anymore. you remember when tooru had bought you this apartment right before an off-season with promises of him visiting in the summer. he even insisted on that nice tv screen for netflix nights.Â
but alone, you prefer a laptop; so youâre thinking of selling it, yet you donât want to pass up on the chance that tooru might come back one summer.
eventually, the facetime on your laptop sounds its ringtone, and a smile grows on your face as quickly as you pick up the video call.Â
"wait- can- can you hear me well?â
you purse your lips, your tired eyes seemingly so much more eager to stay open. you say, âyeah, i can hear you well. can you?â
he hums, and thereâs a loving silence that ensues. you donât really know what to do with your insides feeling all warm again, so you fold your legs to your chest and let out a light laugh. itâs him.
âwow,â you mumble through chuckles, âhi, tooru.â
âi missed you, pretty girl,â he coos. you see how tooru has his back against his headboard, one arm folded behind his head and the other holding his phone up. itâs seven in the morning there, you reckon, and he looks like heâd just showered.Â
âi missed you too. just showered?â
your boyfriend nods, âwoke up later than usual today, but itâs, like, hot outside even at six in the morning. or maybe i just sweat too much.â
you giggle, âhere, itâs so cold already. i canât even go anywhere without a sweater - i even sleep with socks these days.â
âare you sure your heaterâs doing fine?â
âmy heaterâs almost on its highest setting. iâve just been getting so cold lately? maybe i just hate winter...â you trail off as you hear your own stomach grumble. still hungry...? you mutter to yourself, standing up to get a little snack for yourself, âtooru, iâm getting a snack. just keep talking, though, i can hear you.â
tooruâs smile falters a bit when he hears of you getting cold. he knows youâve never really minded winter, using the season as an opportunity to stack up on cozy clothing and coats. hell, he had heard you say once, during one autumn, that you were so excited for winter because âyou could finally wear the hoodies and sweaters since you felt too warm for them even during autumn and spring.â back then, tooru had told you that you were just too warm of a person.Â
but maybe heâs just thinking too much into it. he hasnât been to japan in a long time, anyways. maybe it really is that cold.
you come back with some toast and a glass of water. a crisp, warm bite into the food makes you feel relieved. you tuck your hair behind your ears, putting your focus back on tooru. âso, howâs everything?â
âeverything... is... a lot.â tooru makes his way off of the bed, telling you, âseeing you eat just makes me hungry, too. lemme get some food.â he brings his phone with him to the kitchen, propping it against a vase on his dining table, giving you a perfect view of the kitchen.Â
âwelcome to my cooking show!â he exclaims as he lets go of the phone. it falls immediately, of course, but he takes care in propping it against some more items. it works somehow.
âi just recently perfected my egg poaching technique,â tooru smirks as he takes two eggs from the fridge, âitâs kind of flawless, not gonna lie.â
âcan i see?âÂ
he sets the eggs down on the countertop, making his way to his phone before pausing, âerm, due to camera placement issues and a shortage of hands, i am unable to give you a full view of my absolute skill. is that okay, baby?â
you nod, your lip protruding slightly in a quiet pout. tooruâs pointed it out before, but it seems like every time he calls you baby your body automatically responds with a little pout. he looks at you with calm eyes, âcute.â
as he makes his eggs, you let him go on about the people around his neighbourhood, the results of the ca san juan tryouts from last week, his new team members, and one restaurant heâs found around town. he tells you, âtheir food is just so good. iâll take you there someday.â
your cheeks raise slightly at his last statement, âreally? tell me more about it.â
âwell, itâs a bit expensive, but so worth it. they sell japanese stuff, actually, and i seriously kid you not, it tastes exactly like food from home.â
home, huh?Â
âmaybe when i visit one day i can bring you some food from home, too.â
somehow, the mention of home stings a little bit tonight.
 itâs an off-day, off-night, off-week, youâve told yourself, and now that the week is ending with a call from your boyfriend, you were positive that it was going to end on a high. here, you stand corrected, with your throat getting all tied up threatening hot tears from the corners of your eyes. youâve made it this far in the week, why must you cry in front of tooru, of all people?Â
you take a long gulp from your glass of water in an attempt to blink back your tears. youâre glad that tooruâs back is facing the camera as he takes out a plate to put his eggs on.Â
you quiet down intensely, afraid that any word out of your mouth will come out as a choked sob. of course, tooru notices, whipping his head around with a faltering smile.
ây/n, are you alright-â
âum, tooru, i think my laptopâs running out of battery, so iâll reconnect the call from my phone instead, yeah?â
tooru nods, and you hastily stand up, clicking blindly at what you thought was the red hang-up button. your legs carry you to the kitchen, a place where tooru can still hear you even after the both of you thought you had hung up, to get another glass of water.Â
but your arms donât go so far as to reach for the tap, and instead, they only hold onto the edge of the countertop, trembling lightly against the cold marble.Â
���shit,â you curse, head hanging as tears flow down your cheeks in warm waterfalls with your breath unsteady, your neck heating up. you see how some teardrops make little puddles on the shiny countertop, and some are swept away when your hand flies over to rid them, swiping in quick motions, angry that your body betrayed you by crying.
âstop crying, goddamnit.â you mutter, âitâs going to be so obvious, and tooruâs just going to worry, and heâll just find it a hassle to stay with you, and-â you canât even continue your spoken train of thought when you choke on your own words, your legs not even enough to support you up.Â
âwhat a shitty week...â you slide down to the floor, trying to steady your breath. you tell yourself to hurry up with this damned cry, as you told him you were going to call him again on your phone. maybe you could say it was the wifi.Â
you look up, wondering why, why do i feel like this?
is it because you just miss him? is work just getting hectic? should you be going out more? but itâs cold... nothingâs been working out lately. itâs just become doubts on top of doubts and you donât know where to stop.
on the other hand, tooruâs freezing up. he can still hear your sniffles from afar, and as he stares at the warm plate of poached eggs on toast, he wonders if it would be okay to call out to you.Â
itâs not like this is the first time heâs ever seen you cry, because you two have seen each other in more ways than one. still, tooru feels his heart crumble at the fact that he had had absolutely no clue as to what you had been feeling all this time, whether it be just a week, a few days, or a few hours. he wants to call out to you, hug you tight, wipe your tears, do something to make you feel better.Â
but tooru doesnât really know how to make his way through this, seeing as the distance is too far for any physical comfort. heâs learned heâs not as good with comforting words as he is with flirting, but now that he doesnât flirt with anyone other than you, he doesnât know if he even is good with words at all. he thinks, if you were to be okay with him reaching out to you, why were you choking back your tears? why were you so quick to hide what you felt? why do you not want him to worry about you the same way you worry about him?
tooru likes to think things through, especially when heâs never felt so unprepared with you before, as heâd been used to resorting to physical comfort in the past. but in this moment, through all the doubts and negative thoughts, his mouth moves faster than his brain.
ây/n, iâm still here.â
in this moment, your breath hitches and you make the dreaded way back to your laptop, your eyes swollen and cheeks glossy.Â
ây-you heard everything?âÂ
your boyfriend nods, âdo... do you want to talk about it?â
you shrug, swallowing slowly. âi donât know how to talk about it, really,â a shallow laugh falls from your lips, âsome days- this week- itâs just not... itâs been low, for me.â
tooruâs chin leans patiently against his forearms, eyes focused on you.Â
âoh god. i havenât cried in months,â you exhale, âand it just happened to be in front of you. i probably look ugly, or something.â
your boyfriend shakes his head, âyou and ugly are words that simply do not go together.â
âyou can keep crying, if you want. iâll be here for you.â he affirms, âwe take care of each other at our lows, remember? no matter the distance.â
you sniffle a bit more, your sweater sleeve damp from your tears. his words are new, but it makes you feel much less alone.Â
the call fades into you attempting to steady your breathing once more, and tooru reassuring you left and right. maybe it does feel nice, you begin to think, to have someone there with you. to know that theyâll care for you as much as youâll care for them.
in the midst of your thoughts, tooru calls out, ây/n?â
you hum in response, and he continues, âi wasnât supposed to tell you this, since itâs not final, but thereâs a possibility that iâve been selected to play for the argentinian national team in the olympics next year. in tokyo.â
you do a double take at him. âwait, you... in japan...?â
he loves seeing you smile like that. âi was called in a meeting yesterday. they were pretty positive about me being a starting setter, but, again, itâs not final.â
your shoulders drop a bit, âbut thereâs always a chance, right?â
âwell, ânot finalâ is just their way of saying âdonât tell anyone yetâ. and how could i not tell you?â
you giggle a little, âmaybe if you come over i might have some use for this big ass tv you bought for me.â
tooru laughs, âiâm coming home, y/n.â
here comes your second wave of tears.
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Hell. (Lucifer Kris Wu/Yifan x You)
â˘TRIGGER WARNINGâ˘
Warning(s): Non-Con and fucked up twisted shit. You are legal in this. Read at your own risk.
"MmmâŚ" She hummed and smiled, nuzzling into the much older man and inhaling his scent while he held her tight to his chest. "Oh⌠I should get going now~ I have class in an hour~" glancing at the clock on the bedside table, the girl sat up slowly with a pout.
"Get going?" Yifan chuckled at her before grabbing her ass and pulling her into him, clicking his tongue. "Nah⌠you'll stay here with me like my good toy now~" Y/n looked at him and giggled, taking the covers off to her to get out of bed.
"Chill dude⌠we just met like last night. Don't expect anything only because we fucked. You have a looooong way to go if you want to impress meâŚ" Before she went to step off the bed but her hand was captured in Yifan's much bigger one.
"Impress you? Tsk. You're branded as my belonging now that I've fucked you, finally. You're mine now. Nobody and nothing can get you out of my world now, you're officially a satanist after you opened your legs for The Devil. You're nothing but my fuck toy now." His lips brushed against her ear as he chuckled to himself. "You don't have a choice."
Turning around to look at him, Y/n started struggling as she got creeped out. "U- Uh⌠okay⌠weirdo⌠I really gotta go now~" trying to back away, she tried to break out of his grip. Her friends were right. Maybe single older men really were fucking nutjobs.
"You're not going anywhere!" Yifan's complexion darkened before horns grew out of his temples whilst his hair turned white and back to its original length which was til his waistline. "I came up here looking for a new toy as the last oneâŚ" He sickly grinned. "Anyways. I've found you now and have decided that you'll be my little slut from now on." Y/n was shaking as his pupils disappeared, blank white eyes staring down at her now.
"O- Oh⌠m- my fucking G- God⌠n- no wayâŚ" She whispered, only causing the man to laugh at her. "H- Holy fucking shit-" she was cut off when everything around them started to disappear, as of they were standing in a tornado, their surroundings starting to spin before getting distorted to the point where Y/n's human mind couldn't decipher it anymore.
"Welcome to your new house, my pet." Yifan mightily spoke when it finally stopped and they were standing in a dark hall now that was illuminated by an unknown source. "There's only one rule for little slaves like you. Behave well, get treated well." The man- fucking Devil's voice was so much deeper and inhuman now, his tall frame growing even more as well as expanding.
"T- This can't be real⌠th- this can't be real!" Y/n shook as she looked around, her senses numbed whilst she knelt in front of him, the shock too much for her legs to still work.
"Tsk. It is real. Very real. Since the beginning of time. And now you're a part of it." His teeth seemed sharp, almost like fangs.
"They're awaiting you in the court, Father." Y/n jumped when she heard an even more inhuman voice from behind, making her gasp and stagger towards Yifan when she looked back at the abomination of a creature standing behind her, staring at Yifan through its plain black eyes.
It was a literally mutilated half bull and half human looking thing. Her head was spinning.
"I don't condone a pathetic little human like you being disrespectful to my people!" A harsh kick landed in her side, making her groan in pain. "Pathetic fucking slaves like you show respect and please their owners. Tsk. Apologize!" He boomed while glaring down at the shaking human, expecting her to just suck up the fact that her one night stand had turned out to be The fucking Devil and had brought her to Hell. "Apologise, I said!" A whip appeared in his hand before he controlled her mind, making her get on all fours while crawling to the creature that was waiting silently. "I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Before the whip made of lightning whipped her back, making a whole jolt go down her back.
"I am sorry! I am s- sorry, Master! P- Please forgive me!" The girl shook while crying, the mind control forcing her to kiss the creature's animal-like feet. "I didn't m- mean to-! Please!" When Yifan landed another whip, she cried out in agony, holding the creature's feet desperately.
It only nodded in response, silently saying something in a language of whispers and hissed she didn't understand before it left.
"Good slut." Since her ass was in perfect view, Yifan kicked it from behind, making her let out an embarrassing yelp before he grabbed her hair. "Now. Let's go and introduce you in court." Starting to walk swiftly, the Devil basically dragged her against the rough floors by her hair, his own feet in the air, almost.
It wasn't long before they reached two huge doors made of gold which instantly opened for Yifan, a huge courtroom like that of a king inside. Y/n felt her heart beat getting even more erratic when The Devil started to drag her inside, causing her knees to start getting torn now, all the creatures standing on either sides almost impossible to decipher by a human mind.
"This, my people, is my new toy and slave!" Lucifer announced as his people cheered, letting go of Y/n's hair in the middle of the court and ascending up the stairs and onto his throne, sitting like the royalty that he was. "But this pathetic little human here thinks she can deny me and disrespect our kind!" Everyone let out angry hisses and groans, speaking in that one language she didn't understand, making her let out a sob.
"We must teach her a lesson now, shouldn't we?!" Everyone cheered in response, rushing to the screaming girl when their Ruler nodded at them, pulling and pushing at the smaller body from every direction. Y/n wanted to call out for help to no one in particular but her tongue froze upon The Devil's power.
The human was on the verge of knocking out but she couldn't, forced to take all the slaps, pushes, pulls, pokes and abuse. Yifan laughed like a maniac. "Now now, don't touch her little privates. That's mine~" her slits closed up. "Take her elsewhere until I am done with court, we have important business to do here~" and with that, those creatures dragged her out of court.
She couldn't speak, she couldn't run, she couldn't knock out and she couldn't die.
.
"That's enough!" After what felt like days of turmoil, Lucifer finally stopped those creatures that had destroyed Y/n's body again and again only for it to heal again. "Come here nowâŚ" Grabbing at her arm, he pulled her up to her feet as her slits opened up again, gesturing at everyone to leave before he looked down at her. âHave you learned?â The human had no choice but to nod in desperation, ready to do anything to not go through the turmoil those God forbidden creatures put her through.
âGood.â Before her brain could decipher any of it, they were standing in a huge room and a heavy door was shutting behind them, The Devil throwing her naked form on the bed before his own clothes disappeared. âSee, I am not a bad Master, my slaveâ crawling on top of her, he deeply spoke before kissing her cheek and then her soft lips. âNot at all⌠I take well care of my toys and play with them all the time butâŚâ Dipping his middle finger in her mouth, Yifan picked her up and closer to him by snaking an arm around her waist, plunging his middle finger in her pucker and making her cry out wordlessly as she couldn't use her tongue.
"But for good treatment you must show good behavior, my little toyâŚ" Kissing her lips harshly, he tortured her asshole before his red and hot tail slipped in, replacing his finger as he kissed and bit at her tits now. "Fuck⌠you're so tight and soft" Yifan grunted and rubbed his balls against her soft folds, healing her hymen back up just so she could bleed when he plunged his huge cock in, moaning even more when he felt it's shape in her stomach.
The human wanted to struggle and scream but instead let out moans under compulsion, her body betraying her mind and making her try to ride him more and more, the shape of his manhood very clear to see. Y/n hated how good her pussy felt because of his compulsion.
"You like this, don't you, my little pet? Tsk. Look at you! Being raped by The fucking Devil and enjoying it!" He smacked her cheek before gripping it and kissing her deeper, pushing his tongue in her mouth and entering it in her throat, gripping her neck and feeling it, moaning loudly in satisfaction while pumping his cock in and out of her pussy whilst his tail toyed with her ass.
"Look at you! Shaking and crying like a needy little slut!" Gripping her hands, he pinned them above her head and licked at her tears with his now long Devil tongue, thrusting harder and harder, her holes expanding more and more when the girth of his cock and tail was increased by him.
"That's right. You're mine! My toy! My little slave! That's all you are and will ever be good for! Fuck!" The human couldn't help but helplessly nod and moan. She was powerless.
And Yifan wasn't done just yet. They had a long way to go before he'd be satisfied for the day.
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Inception:Â Chapter 6
The City of Mondstat--what a gorgeous place to host the wind archon! Â You admired the city gates as you and Ajax crossed the cobblestone bridge that greets guests and attendees alike. Â The sour face a little boy made as your presence scared the pigeons away made you feel a little bad--it wasn't the first time you've interrupted his pigeon hangouts.
"I'll put our belongings in our apartment. Â Why don't you take a look around the shops? Â I'll buy you whatever you like once I've checked in." Â Ajax removed the pack from your shoulders before you had the chance to answer. Â "My day will be busy in a bit, so you'll be on your own until late evening. Â I hope that won't be of any trouble?"
"Of course not. Â Besides, I have friends here too."
Friends, only as in the wealthiest bachelor in Mond: Â Diluc! Â You had met him in the wilderness bordering Liyue and Mondstat, where you had been following a particularly rowdy group of Fatui under Childe's supervision. Â It had been dark and gloomy, the land filled with thunderous rain that refused to let up, and you were vulnerable to those cryo vultures of agents. Â Of course, this was during the time after your mother died and were beginning to contemplate causing trouble for the Fatui.
And like a dumbass, you weren't at all careful in the beginning. Â That night you had bitten off more than you could chew--especially since you had never once used the vision in your pocket and your martial arts skills weren't as refined as they were now. Â Luckily Diluc was on a similar mission and intervened before you were severely injured. Â A deep respect formed for one another's resolves and you've been sharing intel with each other ever since.
So where better to go, than to Angel Share? Â Shopping could wait until later when Ajax would be by your side!
Just as you reached the tavern, you spotted a particularly well-dressed man with long blue hair sitting at one of the tables at the entrance. Â A few empty pints lay strewn about on his table, his cheeks a faint tint of buzzed-pink. Â He seemed to be enjoying himself when he spotted you. Â "Hey, fancy joining me here for a bit?"
"Hm? Â Oh, uh, sure? Â I don't believe I know you." Â You sat across from him and eyed whatever it was he was drinking. Â 'Dandelion wine.' Â You've tried it once before; it was light and airy, the fizz of alcohol tickling your taste buds with each sip. Â You weren't a frequent drinker though, so it's been quite some time since your last taste of alcohol.
"Kaeya, Knight of Favonius," the man held his gloved hand out to you, and you took it with little hesitance. Â The people of Mondstat were always warm and welcoming. Â "Who might I have the pleasure of meeting?"
"Reed. Â It's nice to meet you, Sir Kaeya. Â Do you come to Angel Share often? Â I thought it's unprofessional for knights to be seen at taverns." Especially since it's the middle of the day! Shouldn't he be on duty?!
"On the contrary, taverns are excellent sources of information. Â Though I suppose I come here more often than what's considered necessary." Â Kaeya's eye carefully narrowed as he studied you, a slight grin tugging at the corner of his lips. Â "I've never seen you in Mondstat before."
"To tell you the truth, it's been like six months since I've last visited," you chuckled, making certain he didn't notice your interest in his interestingly-shaped pupil. Â Maybe it was some rare genetic trait you've never heard of before?
"Oh? You must be a traveler then, no?"
"Not really. Â I'm from Liyue, actually."
"Ah! The City of Contracts. Â But I sense you're not native to Liyue." Â You blinked in confusion as a smirk formed on his face. Â "Your intonation suggests Liyue origin as do your clothes, but your enunciation says otherwise. Â May I take a guess?"
Your seat creaked as you sat up straighter. Â "U-Uh...sure..."
Kaeya leaned back in his seat and sized you up with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Â He calmly took a sip of his wine, licking the excess off the corner of his lower lip. Â After a few seconds, he appeared to confirm his thoughts. Â "Mm, yes. Â You're from Snezhnaya, no doubt."
A meek nod from you sent him chuckling. Â There was a strange sense of danger lurking in your chest, tightening evermore as he watched you like prey. Â Just who was this knight? Why did a dangerous chill run down your back? Â It wouldn't be the first time people have shown their darker sides to Snezhnayan emigrants--"How did you..."
"Heh, don't take it so seriously. Â I am a knight, after all. Â They don't just let anyone get the job." Â Kaeya took another, deeper gulp of wine this time and placed his pint down. Â His smile was friendlier now, allowing you to relax back into your seat. Â "So, are you here for business or pleasure?"
A faint blush reached your cheeks. Â "Business, I guess. Â But it's not mine. My...friend is here for business reasons, I'm just tagging along with him."
"Oh? Â If he has a branch here, I might know him. Â Who is this friend of yours?"
"Oh, his name's Ajax. Â He's actually a toy seller."
Kaeya's eye widened slightly at this. Â There are no Liyue toy sellers that visit Mondstat, save for travelling merchants. Â "A toy seller? Fascinating." Â He goaded you to continue with a nod.
"He's pretty private when it comes to work; doesn't like to mix it with personal matters. Â We'll be staying here for a few days, so I'm sure you'll be seeing more of us."
"Is he Snezhnayan too?"
"...Okay, you're creepily good."
Kaeya gave you a lazy shrug and smirked. Â "What can I say? Â I have a talent for this sort of thing." Â But when he returned to his normal posture, the mysterious glint in his eye was gone. Â Something contemplative, darker, was lurking. Â Something you didn't recognize nor understand.
And there was that flight-or-fight feeling again--
"There you are, ojou-chan!" Â A hand landed on your shoulder, and you startled. Â "I couldn't find you at the shops. Â I spotted a floral store nearby. Â Shall we check it out?" Â Childe stared hard at the man you sat across from and feigned a warm smile that didn't reach his eyes. Â "Oh? Is this one of the friends you mentioned?"
"Actually I just met him. Â He's a knight! Â Kaeya, this is Ajax."
Childe stiffened behind you. Â You told this guy his name?! Â A knight?! You--You! No. Â This is to be expected; you don't know the truth to begin with. Â "I see. Â Well, Reed, we should get going--"
"Aw, why so cold?" Kaeya faux-pouted and readjusted one of his gloves. Â He wasn't a stranger to the situation. Â He knew exactly who Ajax was; the harbinger status reeked about him. Â "Reed's told me all about you. Â I'm honored to meet your acquaintance, Ajax." Â The atmosphere seemed to freeze over and a thick tension settled over the table.
"...Can't say I feel the same," Childe spoke through gritted teeth. Â He slapped another forced smile on and addressed you again. Â "Aha, Reed, we should get going. Â I only have a few minutes before my meeting--"
"Ah, your toy seller company? Â What was the name again? Â Even as a cavalry captain, I wasn't aware we had foreign companies in our walls." Â His gaze was only focused on Ajax.
"Um...What do you mean?" Â The grip on your shoulder tightened as a warning that went unnoticed.
"So you're truly unaware?" Â Kaeya's attention dropped to you and something akin to sadistic pleasure lit up his expression. Â "This will be quite lively indeed." Â He took another sip of wine before standing to meet Childe's glare head-on. Â "You've done an exceptional job at keeping her in the dark, if I say so myself. Â As to be expected from someone of your status."
"Ajax, what's he talking about?"
"Reed, let's go." He nearly lifted you up himself. Â Ajax grabbed your wrist and whisked you away in a hurry.
"You can't hide from the one that calls you friend!" Kaeya shouted after the two of you while Childe pulled harder at your wrist.
"What does that mean?" A glance back to the knight that held a knowing smile then to the man that held your arm gave you an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Â Was there something that Ajax was hiding from you, and if so, what was it if it got the attention of a Mondstat cavalry captain? Â "Ajax? Â What's he going on about?"
His grip tightened until it almost hurt. Â "Don't talk to him ever again." Â He finally let go of you once both of you were hidden from the public eye in an alleyway, but the serious look in his eyes nearly made you flinch. Â He never looked so--what was it? Angry? Â Fearful? Â Grim? Â Perhaps the most frightening part was the emptiness in those blue irises, just like the day he returned from his disappearance...
"Whatever it is, you know you can tell me right?" Â This got his attention and his gaze landed on you without looking at you. Â "You're scaring me by refusing to talk." Â You had thought that you two had grown closer on your way to Mondstat, but now it feels like you're moving backwards.
"It's nothing, promise," Childe flashed you with a pained grin. Â "Just...stay away from him. Â He seems to target my company a lot for no reason other than prejudice."
Maybe it was because it was a Snezhnayan company? Â "Um, okay..." Â He caught onto the hesitance in your eyes, and his hands lightly rubbed the sides of your arms as he peered down at you.
"Promise me. Â I swear it's nothing bad."
"...I promise." Â But for once, you were going to break it. Â You knew this as you met his relieved gaze. Â Something isn't right. Â You've picked up on it before with how he wouldn't touch you when there were people around, or his nervous glances at the surrounding area before he approached you. Â You weren't that stupid and oblivious to his behavior. Â Perhaps you were trying to suppress that uneasiness whenever he was around, but it's become impossible to ignore now.
"Okay," he let out a small sigh of relief and nodded. Â "I'll be working late tonight, so don't wait for me when it comes to eating and sleeping. Â Can you do that?"
"I'm not a child, you know. Â I'm more than capable of handling myself," you retorted with lips twitching upward. Â "I'll be fine. Â Do what you need to do. Â I'll be around petting the cute dogs and cats all day!"
"I wish I could go along with you," he admitted before placing an innocent peck at your forehead. Â "I'll be back later."
"See ya." Â You stared at his back until it disappeared among the crowd and released a breath you didn't know you were holding. Â A hand rubbed your queasy stomach. Â Now to pet some animals for some anxiety relief as you think of what to do next...
Kaeya knew you'd be back later that evening at Angel Share. Â He was an expert at studying people and if he had learned anything from those brief chats with you, it was that you were not the kind of person that's able to let his comments go. Â So as he patiently sipped at his wine glass at the corner of the bar's first floor, the ringaling of the chime that indicated the entry of a new customer let him know you were right on time for the show.
Diluc raised a brow at you; he had caught a glimpse of your figure out the window earlier. Â It was rare for you to travel to Mond, and even more so to not have asked for Fatui intel by now. Â In fact, it was like you weren't in town for that information this time. Â You nodded at him in acknowledgement. Â
"Can I help you?"
Your eyes flicked to the knight in the darkest corner of the tavern. Â "The strongest alcohol you've got, please."
Diluc watched you with concern for a moment before grabbing one of the bottles on the shelf behind him. Â "You're a lightweight; I wouldn't recommend you drink on an empty stomach. Â Have you eaten yet? I can make you something on the house if you'd like."
"That's okay, I'm not hungry."
"Very well." Â A pint slid to you on the bar counter and you immediately downed a concerning amount without so much as pausing for a breath. Â This earned another brow raise from Diluc, but he remained quiet as you walked towards Kaeya--who was already a bit tipsy and needless to say, unwelcome in this tavern.
Kaeya's lips curled upward as your footsteps got louder, and his eyes finally lifted from his glass to watch you plop down on the other side of the table. Â "Well well well, I wasn't expecting you to speak to me after what happened this morning. Â What's lil Reed want with me at this late hour?"
You swallowed the nervousness that ate at you with his sly stare and sat up straighter. Â "Tell me what you meant this morning."
"Oh? Â I don't quite remember which part," he swirled the wine in his glass. Â "Care to enlighten me?"
"'You can't hide from the one that calls you friend.'" Â Your finger tapped impatiently against the rim of your cup. Â "What do you know that I don't?"
"Are you certain you want to hear it?" Â Kaeya remained in his relaxed position with an arm across the back of his seat and a leg perched across the other. Â You didn't answer, your gaze instead dropping to the alcohol in your cup to avoid his predatory stare. Â It didn't feel safe with him eyeing you like you were food. Â It was as if he was able to see the thoughts swirling around inside your head. Â "It seems to me you already know. Â You've only sought me out to confirm your fears."
"Maybe I want to be wrong," you mumbled. Â The horrible fears that swirled in your heart weren't exactly unfounded; with what you know, they'd make more sense to be true than false. Â Ajax was violent after he disappeared...looking for fights even after you said your official goodbyes...it wouldn't be completely out of the question to think he'd join the Fatui.
Kaeya eyed you carefully and a smile spread across his face as he sat forward. Â "Well darling, I'd be more than happy to burst that hopeful bubble of yours. Â The question is, are you willing to pay the price?"
"I don't care about the truth hurting my fee-"
"Ah ah ah," he lazily wagged a finger at you and sat back again. Â "I think it's only fair that in giving you this information, I receive some in return."
"What about?"
"I've done some digging on you and your...honorary reputation in Liyue."
"That was quick."
"Isn't it? Â You see, Master Diluc and I have a shared interest in the Fatui. Â I want all the information you have on them." Known only to Kaeya, Diluc was carefully listening to this conversation and held back a scoff at this remark. Â Diluc did tell Kaeya about your reputation, but only after the latter insisted you and your 'friend' were connected to the Fatui Harbingers.
"Deal." Â Maybe Diluc doesn't like sharing his intel with the knights, but it wouldn't hurt to share the information with Kaeya. Â You were all on the same side here anyway.
"Good girl," he tilted his head slightly and tipped the wine glass to his lips. Â "Now that that's settled, go ahead and ask me."
You bit your lip and gathered the courage and anxiety that had been swirling in your stomach. Â A quick gulp or two...or three of your glass and you spit your thoughts out before you could shrivel up on yourself. Â "What do you know about my Ajax?"
The sadistic look in his eye only increased as he set his glass down for the first time in a literal hour. Â He didn't even hesitate to answer you. Â "Your 'Ajax' is none other than a Fatui Harbinger that goes by 'Childe.'"
You almost couldn't hear him with the obnoxious ringing in your ears. Â "A Harbinger?"
"The same one that almost drowned Liyue all those months ago. Â But I'm guessing you were already able to gather that much after this morning, weren't you?" Â He held eye contact with you and another smile danced across his lips. Â He could see the gears turning in your head as you struggled to digest this bombshell of information and it was oh-so delightful to watch unfold. Â "I'm sure you've heard of the infamous 11th Harbinger since you're originally from Snezhnaya."
"The one known for numerous kills on the battlefield," you uttered absently while vacant eyes stared at the tabletop. Â It hurt like hell to know the truth, but it hurt even worse that he was the same harbinger that tried to drown Liyue. Â That tried to drown you.
"Ding ding ding."
You downed the rest of your drink without a second thought and slammed the pint onto the table. Â "Diluc, I'm gonna need another. Â Please."
Childe met Lady Signora at the Grande Goth Hotel and after having dinner with her and her highest-ranking officers, he placed his utensils down. Â "As you've seen in my letter, some of my men are missing or going missing as we speak."
"You're asking for my help?" Â The lady looked at Childe with an exasperated expression. Â "I thought the Tsaritsa was correct in giving you the task. Â Are you saying you are unable to find leads?"
He bit his tongue to keep from losing his temper with Signora. Â It wasn't an understatement to say he was still salty over her deception with Zhongli that ended up making him look like a fool to the whole of Liyue. Â "I only came to ask if any of your men had gone missing."
Signora's eyes narrowed slightly. Â "Three."
"I could use those reports if you don't mind."
"They'll be at your disposal," she assured. Â "How many men have gone missing under your watch, Childe?"
Of course she would ask this. Â Childe grit his teeth. Â "Twenty more. Â A total of fifty are gone now." Â Feeling her judgement, he continued with a more aggressive tone. Â "There's little evidence to suggest they're being taken against their will, so my assumption is they're purposely abandoning their posts."
"Abandoning their posts? Â The Tsaritsa only recruits the loyal. Â Why would they turn against Her Majesty?"
"Your guess is as good as mine at this point. Â Rest assured that I'm working as hard as I can with the information I've been given."
"And the vigilante I've heard rumors about?"
His heart sank. Â "The vigilante in Liyue? Â I've confirmed they have nothing to do with the disappearances. Â The most they've done is broke an arm or two, and killing isn't their style. Â They were clueless when I brought the matter up to them."
"And...?"
"It's not them," he sat up and deadpanned. Â He had to be careful with his words now that you had managed to catch the attention of another harbinger. Â They definitely wouldn't give you a free pass to harass their men as you please. Â "There's no connection. Â The working theory is the Fatui are abandoning their posts due to some third party. Â There have been reports of cult activity as of late, though. Â My bet is on that."
Seemingly satisfied with his thoughts, Signora took another sip of wine. Â "Very well. Â As long as you catch the person responsible, I won't need to bring my concerns to the Tsaritsa." Â This earned a glare from Childe and he bit his tongue.
It was 11:30 at night when he got back to the rented apartment that he shared with you. Â As expected, the lights were out. Â Childe quietly made his way to the bed when he realized how cold it was, and you hadn't so much as left an imprint. Â You weren't there, and you hadn't visited it to begin with. Â
Shit.
The sinking feeling in his stomach only worsened as he ran full speed to that damned tavern you loved so much. Â His hand shook as he turned the knob and opened the door, greeted by a redheaded bartender that did not look happy to see him.
"My apologies, but we just closed," he said as he dried a wine glass with a white cloth. Â "We open at two tomorrow." He did his best not to act on impulse and kill the harbinger where he stood.
Childe crinkled his nose at this and looked to his left. Â Sure enough you were sitting across from that stupid knight. Â He couldn't see your face since your back was to him, but that didn't stop the pounding in his chest that made it difficult to breathe. Â He ignored Diluc's annoyed protest and approached the table.
"Reed." Â His hand lightly landed your shoulder, begging for you to turn around. Â Instead of the usual flush of warmth he received from your vision, his hand was engulfed in flames. Â His vision reacted just as quickly as he removed his hand, and the vapor produced flew to the ceiling. Â The stinging he felt in his palm let him know he'd have blisters at the very least. Â His eyes widened as he came to terms with what had happened. Â
The pyrophobe used actual fire.
He tried again anyway. Â "Reed," he called out firmly, careful not to let on the shakiness in his voice. Â "It's late. Â Let's get you home." His hand reached out again but before it could make contact, your shoulders befell into flames and you stood up. Â He caught the devilish smirk on Kaeya's face as you did and scoffed. Â "Stay away from--"
"Get out." Â The words caught in his throat when a cold tone contrary to your vision reached his ears. Â "Get out before I do something I won't regret."
"Reed--" Â
"Get out, Childe."
"You might want to obey the lady's wishes," Kaeya egged on and finished his wine off. Â "When women want to be left alone, they want to be left alone."
"You," Childe growled and moved to get past you. Â "You--" Â A wall of flame blocked his path to throwing hands, and it was at this moment that Childe saw the brokenness in your eyes. Â They were bloodshot--you were no doubt drunk. Â Your face was red and puffy. Â You cried a lot when Kaeya told you, didn't you? Â "...I can explain."
"There is no undoing this," you cried out and shook your head. Â "You'll only dig yourself a deeper grave. Â Get the hell out of my sight. Â I never want to see you again!"
Reed, he pleaded silently, but red hair obscured his view of you.
"I'm going to have to ask you to vacate the premises, sir. Â If you don't leave her alone, this constitutes as harassment and we do have a knight here that can arrest you."
"Tch. Â Some 'knight.'" Â The cocky grin on the cavalry captain only made Childe's hatred deepen. Â As much as he wanted to stay and try to get through to you, he'd have to force himself to leave--a harbinger making ruckus in two nations would definitely not give the Tsaritsa a good look.
..........
You needed to cool off. Â Diluc let you crash at the tavern much to your delight and less to his--he had insisted you come with him to his mansion since it'd be more comfortable for a lady, but you had refused and said the table you sat at was fine enough. Â Kaeya had left some time after Childe had, chuckling at some joke he made about the situation that wasn't funny. Â
The early sunrise gave you the opportunity to leave Mond before Childe could try to talk to you again. Â Luckily you hadn't brought much with you on the trip anyway, so you just walked out the gates with the clothes on your back without visiting the apartment that man had rent you. Â Surviving in the wilderness wasn't difficult and the nation of Liyue wasn't but two days' trip southwest. Â You've made the journey many times when consulting with Diluc over Fatui intelligence.
You weren't but halfway to Liyue Harbor--one and a half days' journey--when you encountered your first lawachurl of the trip. Â Usually they weren't near the roadside and they were easy to avoid, but this one was clearly agitated and actively looking for something to kill. Â By the time you realized what you were looking at it was already upon you. Â And if that weren't enough of an inconvenience, this lawachurl was different than the ones typically found in Liyue; it was purple. Â Electro.
"Woah, what the hell?" Â The words escaped you without you hearing them over the roar of the monster. Â "You're not supposed to exist here--" Â These were only found in Inazuma, a nation of islands several hundred miles away from the coast of the mainland. Â What was it doing here? Â They can't even swim!
"RAWWWWWRRRRRRRRR!" The beast bellowed yet again. Â It leapt into the air and attempted to crush you beneath its feet. Â Luckily you threw yourself out of the way just in time, the shock of the impact getting dirt into your mouth. Â
You've never fought one before, but you've heard the stories. Â They're a lot bigger in person. Â If Childe hadn't reunited with you, you'd never be put in this situation. Â That thought made your blood boil and skin flush crimson. Â "Like hell you're gonna get in my way right now." Â
"URGH!" Â The lawachurl stumbled back when a wall of fire hit him. Â
Small flames danced around your fingertips while you watched with an empty gaze. Â "Maybe fire isn't so bad after all."
"Milady! Â Stand back! We'll handle this!" Â Your gaze left your fingers and greeted the Millelith. Â Apparently this issue had somehow been reported to the Qixing...Were there more incidents like this while you were in Mond?
"What, you and your little spears? Â You don't even have visions."
"Stand ba--"
"AWWRRR!" Â The lawachurl charged at you with incredible speed. Â It's fists crushed the ground where you stood, but a sharp gale roughly swept you off your feet.
"What--!" Â Upon opening your eyes, you were greeted by particularly catlike eyes. Â "U-um--"
"Don't turn your back to them," the man warned, setting you down on the tree branch he stood on. Â Without wasting anymore time he disappeared before you and reappeared above the lawachurl. Â He plunged his spear down through the top of the beast's head multiple times within a second. Â It died not long after, its remains turning to ash that blew away with the light breeze that swept through the valley.
"'Them...?'" Â There's more, a shiver rolled down your spine at the reward of your vantage point. Â There are more. Â Tens of them, all electro! Â From what you could see through the golden leaves of the ginkgo tree you stood in, they were scattered across the yellow plains! How the hell did they...With widening eyes, your attention shifted down to the Millelith. Â There were roughly ten of them, all battered down and overworked. Â Tiny specs in the distance indicated these were the only ones left that could fight these things off. Â
This wasn't some small random incident. Â This was a battlefield.
Your gaze shifted to the mysterious young man that was killing the nearby lawachurls with the ease of a god. Â This must be the Vigilant Yaksha Zhongli had told you stories of when you first began working at the parlor, right? Â He certainly matched the description--
"Get down!" Â The man shouted to the Millelith as he sliced through the air above them to intervene the lawachurls that nearly overran them. Â "Useless!" Â The Millelith weren't of any help to this situation; they were practically fodder and so easily slaughtered being the normal humans they were.
Your feet acted before your mind did. Â Just as the yaksha cut through the air again, you punched the nearest lawachurl with a fiery fist to create a swirl reaction. Â It died almost instantly. Â The two of you nodded at one another, then he turned to the Millelith.
"These are matters for adepti. Â Stay out of my way."
"Y-Yes sir!" Â One of them said and ordered for another to report back to the Harbor to inform the Qixing of the situation. Â As they began to jog off, you turned to the yaksha.
"That means you too," he summoned his mask.
"But I can help!"
"Tch. Don't underestimate the abilities of adepti." Â The masked man turned to you, and the sight of it made your blood run cold. Â How did Mr. Zhongli know about such an intimidating person?
You straightened up and puffed out your chest. Â "There's lots of them. Wouldn't it be better if you had all the help you could get?"
"This is nothing. Â I've already cleared the road that leads to Liyue. Â You'll have a safe passage. Go now." Â He didn't wait for your response and was already on the other side of the river by the time you blinked.
"Like hell I'm gonna do that," you grumbled with burning skin. Â "Better I take my anger out on these things than wreck my room--"
A roar that was loud enough to vibrate your bones erupted from behind you. Â A lawachurl had somehow managed to sneak up on you within mere seconds of the yaksha's absence, and he was already long-gone somewhere in the plains. Â Startled, you spun around only for it's gigantic claw to swipe at you.
"Gngha!" Â Your training kicked in and your forearm swept through the air to collide with it's claw. Â The brute force of the monster's strength almost caused you to lose your footing--certainly a Visionless person would've been sent flying and severely injured--but you bit through the impact and dug your right boot into the soil. Â The claw pressed further against you, the monster not expecting resistance but still refusing to give in, and electricity crackled in the air. Â It pushed harder and harder until your knees nearly buckled under the weight. Â "Tch...ngh...hAA!"
With flames dancing upon your skin from the edge of your boots to the forearm that was the only thing preventing you from being crushed, you pushed back twice as hard. Â The fist of the lawachurl slowly but surely lifted away from you as you shoved. Â The spot that was touching your forearm began to burn from the heat you emitted until smoke and the foul smell of burning flesh appeared.
The monster tried to pull away from you as pain spread through its claw, but your petite hands gripped its fingers and yanked them towards you with such a force that the entire being began to fall atop you. Â "YOU'RE DEAD!" Â The shadow of the beast that fell towards you blocked out the sun, but with a fiery fist you threw upwards and lit the way until it had burned through the body. Â There you stood, quite literally in the carnage, with your body standing in the clear-cut cavity of the beast. Â Just as quickly as it landed, it turned to ash.
Childe slowly relaxed his grip on the bowstring he held against his cheek and dismissed his weapon while you regained your breath. Â So this is what you're capable of, he thought with a flicker of a smirk. Â This is how mad he made you. You were cute when you were angry...how come he didn't piss you off sooner? Â The sickly thrill he got at the idea of fighting you at your full potential was addicting, but as soon as it appeared it wore off after hearing the words you muttered.
"I swear to Rex Lapis if he ever comes near me again, I'll kill him."
He knew you meant it much to his delight and sorrow. Â The fire burning brightly in your eyes was deadly, the deep passion of the flames that licked your arm slowly burning your skin...
You didn't so much as flinch as it did.
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reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt6
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âThatâs not how you do it.â
Asami furrowed her brows at her. âOh yeah? Then show me how you knead dough.â (Y/N) rolled up her sleeves and began pressing into the dough with the heel of her palm, at first gently, but then with some effort.
âItâs like raising a baby,â (Y/N) said. âYou have to be soft, but firm.â
It took (Y/N) quite a few days to recover. She shivered in bed the first night, retching violently into the trash bin Jinora had kindly placed at her bedside. She had given her a worried smile, which (Y/N) weakly returned. Falling asleep was difficult because of how cold she felt. When sleep finally did grace her, it was littered with dreams of empty blackness and monsters licking at her heels. She woke up every few hours, sweat beading down her neck and a scream threatening to rip at her throat. She felt like her heart was beating too fast to be contained by her chest. Her first night of illness was undoubtedly the worst.Â
Knowing this, Korra had moved a cot into her room the next night. She knew what it was like to be ill and how isolating it felt, so she thought (Y/N) could use the company. Especially when her fever had risen to a temperature near scalding. Korra bundled her in her warmest blankets from the Northern Water Tribe, tucking (Y/N) into the fabric. She looked so small and weak, nothing like the bright, curious girl that Korra had come to know over the past few days. Naga slept protectively at the girlsâ feet. (Y/N) slept most of the night and well into the next day.Â
But when she awoke, the rest of the household was surprised to find her walking into the dining room, one of Korraâs blankets still wrapped around her shoulders and the color returning to her skin. âCould I have something to eat?â Her voice was hoarse from lack of use. Pema insisted that she go back to bed and rest, that dinner would be brought to her, and although she hadnât known her very long, (Y/N) knew better than to argue.Â
Quickly, she made her way back to her room and crawled back into bed, her stomach eagerly awaiting the arrival of food.Â
Korra entered a few minutes later, shocked to find (Y/N) looking so chipper. âSomeoneâs feeling better. Pema made your favorite.â (Y/N) cocked her head to the side. âBolin told me. Soup dumplings.â (Y/N) held in her squeal of excitement as Korra handed her the hot bowl and chopsticks.Â
âSo,â Korra began as she scarfed down her dumplings. âI have a plan. We,â (Y/N) liked how Korra included her in the âwe.â âWill take a ship to the South Pole and enter the Spirit World through the portal. Then weâll ask the spirits if they know anything about you.âÂ
(Y/N) finished her last dumpling, her mouth burning comfortably from the hot food. âIs that it?â Korra let out a surprised laughed at her boldness.Â
âDid you want more action?â (Y/Nâs) face flushed.Â
âNo, I just mean that it seems really easy.âÂ
âIf all goes well, it will be.â
--
(Y/N) was bundled up so tightly for their trip that she could hardly move. Pema hadnât like the idea of them leaving before she was feeling her best, but (Y/N) insisted that they left as soon as possible. The thought of getting her memories back made her heart race.Â
She stood in the courtyard of the Air Temple, Tenzin and his family standing before her. âI canât thank you enough for your hospitality,â She said. âI hope one day I can repay you for taking care of me.âÂ
âYou have to come back and play with us!â Ikki begged, jumping up and down as she clapped her hands together. âPlease, please, please!âÂ
âYeah!â Meelo interjected. âYou were too busy throwing up to play with us!â (Y/N) laughed as Tenzin blanched at his children.Â
âIâm sorry, Meelo. I promise Iâll come back and play with you guys soon!â She glanced at Tenzin and Pema. âAs long as Iâm welcome, of course.âÂ
âYou are always welcome here,â Tenzin reassured her, and (Y/N) smiled. Korra walked out of the house then, both her and (Y/Nâs) bags slung across her shoulders.Â
âReady to go?â Korra questioned, and (Y/N) nodded. She waved goodbye to the family and walked down the stone steps to the dock, where their ship was pulling up. (Y/Nâs) eyes widened at the sight of it. âShipâ was an understatement. It was huge, twice the size of any boat she had seen in her almost three weeks of memory. It was white, with thick blue stripes painted around the edges.Â
âIs that yours?â She asked Korra.Â
âItâs Varrickâs,â She called back to her. âHeâs a super rich guy. Kinda sorta a friend of ours, a guess. I called in a favor.âÂ
âYouâre sure he doesnât mind?âÂ
Korra turned around and flashed her a smile. âVarrick tosses money around like itâs leaves. If anything happens to this boat, heâs got ten more.â (Y/N) smiled back at Korra and tried to ignore the statement, âIf anything happens.âÂ
When they reached the dock, one of the most beautiful girls (Y/N) had ever seen stood at itâs edge. She waved at the two of them, her dark hair fluttering behind her in the breeze. Korra dropped their bags on the dock and enveloped the girl in a hug. âAsami!â She cheered.Â
Asami squeezed Korra tightly and gave her a kind smile. âItâs good to see you again!â Her green eyes fluttered to (Y/N). âYou must be (Y/N). Korraâs told me so much about you.â She extended her hand and (Y/N) shook it firmly.Â
âI guess thatâs not very much,â (Y/N) joked, eliciting a laugh from Asami.Â
âWhere are the guys?â Asami asked, and Korra shrugged.Â
âProbably running late, as usual.âÂ
âI want to say thank you to you both,â (Y/N) said suddenly, wringing her fingers together nervously. âIâm sure you both have heard some pretty bad things about me, but Iâm so thankful youâre willing to help.âÂ
âMako has a bit of a flair for the dramatics,â Asami said as she waved a hand into the air. âAs far as weâre concerned, youâre a completely different person.â Korra nodded in agreement, flashing her white teeth at (Y/N).Â
Mako and Bolin joined them only a few moments later and the five of them boarded the massive ship. Varrick had sent along an entire crew to accompany them, which everyone was very thankful for. As much as Team Avatar trusted their abilities, none of them were very keen on the idea of steering a ship for a whole week.Â
They departed from the bay outside of Republic City and (Y/N) watched from one of the enclosed decks as the skyscraper buildings faded into nothingness. A nervous pit fit itself in the bottom of her stomach. This was really happening. She would get her memories back.Â
The majority of her was absolutely ecstatic. She hated not knowing anything about herself and couldnât wait for her life to get back to normal--whatever that meant before she lost her memory. But a small, miniscule part of her enjoyed what was happening right now. If it hadnât been for losing her memory, she would not have become friends with Korra. (Y/N) feared that once she got her memories back, there would be some things she didnât want to remember.Â
Asami appeared at her side, offering (Y/N) yet another kind smile. âHow do you like the ship?âÂ
âItâs huge,â (Y/N) said. âI can barely feel the water underneath us. I was worried that since I was sick, I wouldnât feel well, but I feel fine.âÂ
âKorra mentioned that you hadnât been feeling well. Iâm glad youâre okay now.âÂ
(Y/Nâs) eyes trailed to the middle of the room, where Korra, Mako, and Bolin talked to each other. âHave you known them long?âÂ
âOnly a few months,â Asami said. âBut theyâve become my best friends.â (Y/N) felt a tug at her heart. She wondered if before everything, if she had had a group like this. âAre you feeling hungry?âÂ
âA little,â (Y/N) admitted.Â
âHow about we make something in the kitchens? Just you and me.â (Y/N) nodded excitedly and followed Asami down two flights of stairs, where the kitchen took up the entire floor. The staff was scarce, considering that dinner would not be happening for a long while, so they both rifled through the pantries trying to find ingredients. âWe could make a pizza!âÂ
(Y/N) poked her head around the pantry door and stared quizzically at Asami. âDo you know how to make a pizza?â The dark haired girl shrugged, gathering ingredients into her arms.Â
âIt canât be that hard.âÂ
It turned out it was that hard, but they had found a cookbook with their desired recipe and managed to at least get the dough started. Asami slapped it against the counter as (Y/N) giggled. âThatâs not how you do it.âÂ
Asami furrowed her brows at her. âOh yeah? Then show me how you knead dough.â (Y/N) rolled up her sleeves and began pressing into the dough with the heel of her palm, at first gently, but then with some effort.Â
âItâs like raising a baby,â (Y/N) said. âYou have to be soft, but firm.â Asami laughed at her comparison.Â
âHow do you know so much about making dough?â (Y/N) paused for a moment before turning back to her work, kneading into the dough harder.Â
âIâm not sure,â She admitted. âI guess there are some things left in there.âÂ
Bolin stood in the entryway to the kitchens, not yet noticed by the two girls. He watched as (Y/N) taught Asami how to make pizza dough. It brought him back to a memory he reflected on often during the years of her absence.Â
Years ago, after (Y/N) and Bolin had taken each other out on many dates, there was the night that he decided to ask her to be his girlfriend. He was incredibly nervous, his palms were a sweaty, clammy mess, but (Y/N) had stared at him kindly.Â
âI want to show you something,â She said as they walked down the streets of Republic City, their hands intertwined. If she noticed how slippery his hands were, she didnât acknowledge it. Like he did in all things, Bolin followed (Y/N) with no questions asked.Â
She led him to Kwongâs Cuisine, which had closed for the night hours ago. She pulled a silver key from her pocket and led him to the backdoor. She unlocked the heavy metal door and pushed it open with her shoulder, her fingers still interlocked with Bolinâs.Â
âAre you sure we should be in here?â He asked the darkness. (Y/N) flipped a switch and bright, white lights illuminated the silver fixtures of the kitchens.Â
âIâm the ownerâs daughter,â (Y/N) said with a teasing scoff. âWhat are they going to do, fire me?â She pulled open the fridges and began gathering her ingredients. Bolin had never seen her move like this before. (Y/N) always seemed so confident, but here, she seemed liked she owned the place. He guessed in a way, she did. âIâd like to make you brownies,â She said to him, pulling out a metal stool with her foot and gesturing toward it. âSit.âÂ
Bolin obeyed and watched with fascinated eyes as she mixed the batter together from scratch. âAre you doing this all off the top of your head?â He asked. She nodded.Â
âMom always made me cook when I still lived with her,â She said, offering him the spoon so he could get a taste of the batter. He took his finger and swiped it into the chocolatey mixture before licking it.Â
âThese are going to be the best brownies Iâve ever had! You should be a chef!â (Y/N) laughed.Â
âMaybe one day,â She said. She put the brownies in the oven and set the timer. As they waited, they talked about their days and the events of Bolinâs latest pro-bending match. When the timer buzzed, (Y/N) hopped up from her seat and pulled the brownies out.Â
âIâm too excited to wait,â Bolin said, grabbing a knife and slicing into the gooey brownies.Â
âBo, be careful youâre gonna-âÂ
âOw, ow, ow,â Bolin complained as he held the scorching hot brownie, but he tossed it into his mouth. He tried his best to chew. âIt burns but itâs so yummy,â He mumbled as he tried to breathe hot air out of his mouth.Â
âYour girlfriend makes pretty good brownies, huh?â She asked, and Bolin nearly choked on his hot piece of brownie. He doubled over as he coughed and tried to swallow it down. âOh my goodness, are you okay?âÂ
âGirlfriend?â Bolin asked once he had righted himself. (Y/Nâs) face flushed. Had she calculated everything wrong?
âYeah, girlfriend. I thought that girlfriend is okay.â Bolin nodded, his hands wrapping around the small of her back to pull her close.Â
âGirlfriendâs okay!â He said. âAs long as boyfriendâs okay, too.â (Y/N) smiled brightly up at him.Â
âBoyfriendâs okay,â She said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Bolin leaned down to kiss her and she could taste the hot brownies on his tongue.Â
âBolin!â Asami called to him, breaking his flashback. âYou want a piece of pizza? I think (Y/N) should be a chef, because itâs amazing!âÂ
Bolin stepped into the room, giving (Y/N) a tight smile. She smiled back at him as she chewed on her piece of pizza. âWhat kind is it?âÂ
âPineapple and pepperoni,â She said, and Bolin twisted his face in disgust. âNo, no! You have to give it a chance first, please?â He conceded and took a bite of pizza. It did taste amazing.Â
âNot bad,â He said with a teasing smile, and both Asami and (Y/N) rolled their eyes.Â
Once the three had finished devouring the pizza, (Y/N) moved to leave the room with Asami, but Bolin called out her name. She turned to him, her eyes staring up at his quizzically. âI just wanted to say,â He cleared his throat. âThat, even though I know that you know that things didnât necessarily end well for us, I donât, uh, have hard feelings.â He could feel his face redden. âIt was a long time ago, and I know I canât tell you anything yet, but Iâm sure you had a reason for doing certain things, so I donât blame you.âÂ
(Y/Nâs) eyes shined so brightly in the kitchen light that Bolin was sure tears would spill over any moment. âThank you,â She said quietly, an uncertain smile making its way across her features. âI, um, want to apologize for whatever it was I did. You seem very kind and great and whatever happened between us, Iâm certain you didnât deserve it.â Bolin nodded, his own eyes prickling at the backs. âCould we start over? Just be friends?âÂ
Bolin nodded perhaps a bit too eagerly. âYeah, Iâd like that.âÂ
(Y/N) smiled up at Bolin and felt that maybe she had been wrong. Maybe things would be okay.Â
When she left the kitchens, she wondered if everyone had been planning to gather down there, because she ran into Mako as she was walking away. âSorry,â She said, refusing to meet his eyes. She would never admit it, but Mako intimidated her. His dislike for her was always apparent and (Y/N) hated it.Â
âBolin told me what he said to you,â Mako said as she began to walk past. She turned back to look at him.Â
âSo?âÂ
âHeâs forgiving, but Iâm not. What you did, it was cruel. You were cruel.âÂ
âAs if you donât spend every waking moment reminding me,â (Y/N) said with a sigh. Mako narrowed his eyes at her.Â
âIf you do anything--âÂ
âYouâll do what, Mako?â She snapped. She had enough of him thinking that he could talk to her whatever way he pleased. âHurt me?âÂ
He blinked in surprise, as if the suggestion was ridiculous. âJust stay away from him, alright?âÂ
âHow about you stay away from me? The shipâs big enough.â With that, she stormed up the stairs and joined the rest of her friends. (Y/N) hated Mako. Absolutely hated him. The flush of her cheeks and her racing heart proved that.
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90â˛s LOVE (Sungchan x you, Mark)
The MV IS OUT!! and I really like their concept. This is like how EXO nailed the football concept and now NCT nailed the Hockey concept!! I am so excited that I have this in my mind...Â
I hope this is not boring and yeah give Sungchan some more love!Â
warning : i donât want to soil the plot, but thereâs some kiss..
PART TWO HERE
You bend to untie your skating shoes; you're done with today's skating class. The locker is already crowded with the trainee for the next schedule. The ice hockey team from your club is here to play today. They're the best team in town, NCT U Dinosaur and next week they are playing against Gorillas. You bet it will be an interesting match with the Dinos winning of course, there's no doubt with that tall new center they have and the super tight bond between the players. It's like their mind is already connected and they can always pass the puck with ease. You excuse your way to your own locker, well with their padded costumes and tall bodies, you're struggling to find your way to the locker.
"Excuse me," you say between each steps and the members are all friendly to you, hey they always meet you because your class is before theirs and so you always see them preparing themselves. "Oh hey there (y/n)," Mark, your best friend and secret crush, greets you with a quick side hug. He squishes your shoulder and you just laugh nervously obviously surprised and shy from what he did. He's super friendly with you to the point where you wish he can see you as someone more than a friend. He lets you go when his other friend calls him and you make your way to the end of the locker. "I see someone is left behind again," a tall shadow appears on your peripheral views. You sigh, knowing this is once again Sungchan teasing you for your one-sided crush on Mark. Well, you knew Sungchan earlier than you knew Mark, Sungchan once went to the same elementary school as you did, so there's nothing awkward between the two of you. You got separated but meet one another again in this skating rink. Him as a hockey player, you as a figure skater. "Shut up, he's called over." You try to push the negative thought away.
Deep inside your heart, you still have the slightest hope that Mark is liking you back. Sungchan just laughs at you, he puts his hand over your head wanting to ruffle your hair, but your bun doesn't allow him to. He awkwardly puts his hand down, lucky you did not realize this. "So, you're going to stay and watch us practice?" Sungchan has hope in his tone. You look around and see your brother Ten already entering the Barn (the rink). "I guess I have to wait for Ten." you stuff your skates into your bags and grab your slippers. "Oh okay cool. Wish me luck I need to warm up." Sungchan smiles to you, you just click your tongue, "Okay big boy, good luck." you fist bump him and he makes his way out of the room. You change your clothes and make yourself comfortable in the bleachers. With one cup of hot tea and a phone in your other hand, you waste your time on the internet. "Hey you wanna go home?" Ten skates to your side and asks over the rink. You see the time, and shake your head, "I got nothing to do, I'll watch you. Focus," you shoo him away and he just pulls you his nose scrunch face. Their practice ended nicely, and you have your eyes glued to Mark on all of the game. Dude, he's a good wing man and Sungchan is a tough center. His scoring is accurate and he's super calm in the midst of the game. Your brother is playing as a wing man too. Practice ended with Mark's team winning and they all crowded the room back with their sweaty bodies. After a shower, you find yourself going home with your brother. "Next week is game day, you must watch us!" Ten says excitedly on the way home inside the bus. "Sure, I mean I am on a term break for preparing the state skating, I can watch your games." You squeeze your brother's hand. "How's your practice today?" he asks you this time. You shake your head, "Not good, I cannot do the quad axel yet and my biggest rival, Taeyong, can do that easily. I mean even when we skate on different categories... I still feel I lost to him." Ten hugs you from the side and cheers you up, "Hey you're doing great okay, you just need a few more practices It's okay." You shake your head, "It's not. He did it in two tries and I still can't do it. Maybe mom is right, figure skating is not for me." Ten looks at you in amusement, "The hell are you saying? You worked hard from seven years old and you're thinking of stopping because of one move where people acknowledge as something nearly impossible to be done?!" You laugh at yourself, "Silly? maybe I should join the hockey team. Maybe Mark will pay more attention to me." You're open to your brother about your feelings, he knows your silly one sided crush on Mark and Ten has already told you repeatedly to move on, but you're so stubborn. "Still not over him eh?" Ten changes the topic. You blush and nod your head, "He's so sweet." Ten actually knows Mark is always sweet with everyone, no he is not a player. He is just warm and welcoming to all girls, Ten knows Mark longer than you but you never listen your brother. "For once can you listen to me?" he desperately sighs, you shake your head. Ten stops. "Let me just tell you this, someone else is always there for you, but when you're busy counting stars, you forgot the moon." Ten shuts his mouth afterwards and you find his sentence confusing. What is wrong with Ten? Sungchan goes back home with his roommate, Mark. Together they walk under the warm moon and talk about random things until Mark asks Sungchan about you. "So I heard you know (Y/n) right?" The taller guy just nods his head, "Yeah why?" "It's just that is she available?" Mark directly asks this and Sungchan is surprised, is he interested in her? No way this is happening. Sungchan notices the small smile Mark tries to hide but failed. "Well as far as I know she is not seeing anyone." Sungchan admits he really wants to lie and say you're not available, but you will kill him. "Oh a cute girl like her is still single?" Mark's eyes dilate twice in size. Sungchan rolls his eyes, "Maybe because she is waiting for someone to make the move." Mark whistles, "Classic, and you? You're dating anyone?" Sungchan blushes, "No one in the moment." Mark just nods his head, "Uh maybe you can ask her out, you seem to like her." Sungchan almost froze on his steps, wait was he really obvious? He wants to yell at Mark "Oh hell yeah I am asking her out when I know she has a crush on you... you dense..." He holds his words and just toss Mark a silly look, "Nah, not now. She's not interested in me." "Why not try?" Mark nonchalantly asks. Sungchan wishes he can spill the beans, but no he can't inside his heart he only scream "Because I know that I will just be her rebound when she realizes you're really not interested in her." "I don't know Mark, why don't you try win her if you like her." Sungchan tosses back the bomb and Mark just chuckles "I am already committed." "Hell what? You never told me!" Mark blushes, "Well it's not usual so I'm not really telling anyone." Sungchan understands and touches the shorter's shoulder, "Who is he?" Mark smiles, "Haechan, it's Haechan our defence." Sungchan smiles happily for his brother, he slaps his back, "Congrats bro!" Mark just giggles, "Thanks, come on let's go in!" They arrive at their apartment and Sungchan feels his head breaking down.
So how can he tell you Mark is unavailable, and he knows you'll be so heart broken. Sungchan thought of all the possibilities and ended up sleeping. He didn't see you anymore until the game day. You are there sitting on the bleachers with your oldest brother, Taemin and the two of you are super excited. You see Sungchan on his way to the dressing room and you dash quickly to see him, you just want to wish him luck. "Sungchan-ie!!" you reach his hand and he stops in track, looking back he sees you "Oh it's you!" his smile erupts. You hand him a chocolate bar, "Good luck! Score many points today okay? Play safe" you pat his back and he can't hide his silly face, "Thanks, I will do my best. Hey where are you going?" he asks when you move away. You mouthed MARK and leave him. That's when he realizes he should've stopped you from looking Mark but he's too late. Sungchan sees you frozen in track by the door of the locker room, the energy drink you bring for Mark falls to the ground and before he can reach for you, you've ran away. Sungchan wants to run after you but his captain Winwin calls him. "Shit," Sungchan sees Mark and Haechan on the corner making out and his smart brain is enough to understand you learn the truth the hard way.
Sungchan is a professional, once he is in the Barn, heâs busy with the game and he sets aside all of the emotion and problems. Heâs determined to console you after the game, so first he needs to win this game and then win your heart.
The game ended with fantastic scores, Sungchan performs very well and scores many today. You cheer excitedly by Taeminâs side. The two of you jumping excitedly when the team wins.
Youâre still sad when you saw Mark earlier, but here you are once again in the waiting room congratulating everyone in the team. You hold your tears when you get a hug from Mark. His hug sure feels different now, you know it you really stand no chance. You walk to your other friend, Sungchan and you surprise him with a hug. You never hug him first, but today you feel like heâs the only one you can trust.
âCongratulationsâ you whisper and Sungchan excitedly picks you up from the floor. You yelp but let him pick you up, well heâs way taller than you.
âSorry,â he whispers back, âSorry I did not run to you earlier.â
You gulp, oh so he saw you. âNo donât be. Iâm fine. You need to focus on the game earlier.â
âYeah I did, all because you came here and gave me the luck I need.â He still has you levitating and clinging to his big tall frame.
You squirm in his touch, âOkay put me down,â
âNo. Not until you cry yourself and calm down.â
Your lips tremble, Sungchan sure is a smart man.
âI am not going to cry,â you lie to him
Sungchan shakes his head, âYou will. I know you want to cry now. Heâs gone already, no one is here you can cry.â
You sigh, âPlease.. please put me down.â
He puts you down and sits beside you.
âI am a fool wasnât I?â You bite your lips, eyes already wet.
Sungchan pulls you into his embrace, âPour it all out.â
You stain his jersey with tears, and you punch his chest angrily.
âIt hurts,â those are the last words you say before closing your eyes and just feeling the warmth Sungchan gives.
Ten comes into the room and catches the scene, he quickly runs to take you over and lets Sungchan changes his clothes first. The younger man did what Ten said and Ten also knew what happened. Well earlier once the game ended, he clearly saw Mark kissing his boyfriend, and Ten knows youâre crying because of that.
You look up to Ten and with hiccups you ask him, âHyung,  I focused on the star.. and now when the star is gone⌠did I lost my moon too?â
Ten sighs, you remember what he said that night. Ten looks into the tall man whoâs cleaning up his gears and smiles, he rubs your back and brings your teary face to see him, âHey you did not lose the moon. I can assure you, this time the moon is still here.â
âReally?â you sniffle
Ten brushes your hair away, âYes honey, you just have to look closely.â
Your eyes catch Sungchanâs tall figure and everything clicks.
âIâll try, I donât want to rushâŚâ you shy away from Tenâs gaze.
Ten smiles, âItâs okay, he waited this long, he can wait a bit more.â
Sungchan hears that and just smile, he leaves the room so you two can talk more privately, but deep inside his heart he knows if he plays the game right, he can win your heart now.
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Falling for You
Aaron Hotchner x Reader
A/N: This was based off a cloud ask from @genevievedarcygranger where I would shuffle my playlist and write a fic based off my favorite line from the song. The song was Falling For U by Peachy! ft mxmtoon and the line was I was hangin' with you and then I realized I didn't think it was true, I was surprised when I found out I've fallen for you
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You can never understand how Aaron can look so good in the dim office light, but you have to admit that heâs handsome. The first time you told Emily that she laughed and laughed for days, telling you that thereâs no way youâre not in love with him. But sheâs wrong, youâre not in love with him.
Itâs just you and Aaron in the office tonight, the both of you electing to stay late and finish your paperwork over shared boxes of Chinese food instead of going out with the team.
Both Emily and Dave gave you knowing looks while Derek herds a giggling Penelope and JJ to the elevator. Reid trails behind them not saying anything but he knows, they all know. But still, you deny it.
You reach over to snag an eggroll from a box on Aaronâs side of the desk.
He glares at you playfully, âHey! That was mine.â
âYou snooze, you lose Hotchner,â you tell him with a smile.
âWell then,â he says reaching over to grab your box of noodles, âI think itâs only fair that I get something of yours.â
Rolling your eyes at him you go back to your paperwork, answering the familiar questions. Sometimes it feels like your hand moves on its own, youâve filled out so many after-action reports during your time at the BAU itâs like second nature now.
Thereâs a lull in the conversation as the two of you trudge through your paperwork. Itâs a welcome silence, there are no words needed between the two of you.Â
You donât know why you looked up from your work, but somewhere between the monotonous motions of your hand and the soft silence, speckled by light joking between you and Aaron, you look up.
What you see takes your breath away. Aaron is illuminated by the soft glow of his desk lamp, his eyelashes catching in their soft light. Youâve never noticed how long his eyelashes are, but they are ridiculously long, fanning over his beautiful brown eyes.
Your eyes trail down to his hands, big and strong. His left-hand moves deftly, filling out his paperwork while his other hand anchors him to the desk as he writes. Theyâre so big compared to yours and idly you wonder how theyâd feel wrapped around your-
A sudden throat-clearing catches your attention and your gaze tears away from Aaronâs hands to meet his eyes. They glitter with an amusement that is matched with the smirk on his lips. The corners of his lips only tick up further as you avert your eyes from his gaze and feel the heat rise to your cheeks.
He knows, he most definitely knows.
The fact that Aaron doesnât try to hide the uptick of his jaw is nothing new. When itâs just the two of you his humor often comes out. But his growing smile isnât what throws you off, itâs the openness in his eyes. Youâve never seen his eyes hold so much emotion before and quite frankly it disarms you.
Theyâre full with an affection that warms you to your core. You canât bring yourself to look away, it feels like if you do the spell will be broken and youâll never get this tenderness from him again.
He puts his pen down and takes your hand in his, you can feel your heart leap to your throat as his warm hand encases yours. You can hardly move a muscle, waiting with bated breath for him to make the next move.
Slowly, Aaron brings your hand to his mouth and presses a kiss to your knuckles. He then flips your hand and presses a kiss to your palm, then the pulse point on your wrist. Somehow the innocent gesture brings a suffocating heat to your cheeks and his intense gaze makes you squirm in your seat.
The grin on his face grows even wider, he knows exactly what heâs doing and he loves it.
He sets your hand back down and goes back to his paperwork as if nothing happened. The only indication this exchange ever took place is the lingering heat on you feel on your cheeks.
Your eyes once again fall on Aaronâs form, watching him as he works. Feeling your gaze, he lifts his head flashing you a charming grin that you want to slap off his face.
He knows what heâs doing, he knows how youâre feeling right now and he doesnât care. Smug bastard always liked to play games.
Well, game on Hotchner.
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Simp prompts "it's okay, I promise, I'll be here when you wake up" for Drake x Riley. I don't care who says it to who...
Leaving 18+
Pairing: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks
A/U where Riley was previously in Drakeâs life while he was in college, until the day Leo showed up at his door and whisked the man away. Riley never even got a goodbye. This takes place after running into each other in NYC that night when sheâs his waitress.
Warnings: smutttty, angst, trash writing, language, did not proofread:)
prompt from simp softness prompts from @soulmemes
Riley was mad at herself. Furious actually.
When Drake walked into the restaurant she worked at, the thought crossed her mind to walk up and slap him across the face. Or kiss him. Or cry. Or all of the above.
But instead, she walked up, cool, calm, and collected. Drake found that more terrifying than anything. The four men sat at the table, Drakeâs eyes practically bugging out of his head, while the other three took part in a conversation among themselves - something about one of them almost died at the top of the Empire State Building or something like that.
The table was already frustrating from seeing Drake, but the remarks from the one with the slicked back hair and fancy suit made it almost unbearable. Drake finally spoke up, ordering for the table before skittishly saying Rileyâs name in question.
âYes, hi Drake. Iâll be back with your drinks.â Riley attempted to look unbothered but as soon as she turned on her heel away from the table she wanted to throw up.
âStop it!â Riley cried out for the sixth time while Drake pinched the sides of her hips, making her laugh uncontrollably. âFine, fine.â He pulled Riley into him, lifting up one of her hands with his own and staring at it.
Riley finally caught her breath. âWhat ya thinking about in that pretty little head, Drake Walker?â Drake played aimlessly with her fingers, looking at her through his dark eyelashes. âJust a future with you, Brooks.â
It was only weeks later that the brown-headed Cordonian boy left without a trace, without so much as a word or call. Soon, Rileyâs number couldnât make it through the dial, and she was left to heal a broken heart on her own. She hated the idea of Drake. The way he held her so close the night before he was gone.
Sheâd buried her head inside his chest, asking for an answer for what they were going to do after graduation. Graduation was still over a year away but Riley couldnât help but to think about what was going to happen when they walked across the stage.
After several words of affirmation, Drake held Riley close, kissing her forehead. âItâs okay, I promise Iâll be here when you wake up.â
And then he wasnât. When Riley woke up, she recognized that the bed was colder than usual, she was free to move around on the small twin xl bed. She figured Drake had left to get something from his room, as this wasnât like him at all. When an hour had passed by with no trace, no call or text back, she resulted to contacting his roommate.
Riley recalled the sobs that fell from her lips when his roommate was frantic on the phone, mentioning that there was not a single thing left behind except for the clothes heâd left in Rileyâs room. They searched high and low for a letter, a note, something, but came up with nothing.
Now here she was, facing the boy turned man that had broken her heart into tiny little pieces. Riley went to the back of the restaurant to control her breathing before facing her past again.
After their order had been delivered, Riley took it upon herself to begin closing up, starting with wiping down the bar and tables. All of this in attempt to occupy her mind. That changed when the blonde who youâd only assume was his friend, Liam, thatâd youâd seen in pictures on Drakeâs desk, walks up ready to pay for the meal for everyone. Thankful that everyone was told to wait outside, Riley engaged in the casual conversation with Liam.
âSo youâre the infamous Riley?â âSo, thatâs what they call me in your parts.â Riley responded, swiping the credit card through the machine. Liam could only grin, but there was no doubt that he could see why his friend fell so hard for her. Of course heâd gotten to know her over phone calls and video chats when she was in Drakeâs room, but seeing her in person, watching the way she was able to pull herself together so quickly in what must have been a hard moment, Liam knew why Drake never stopped talking about her.
Drake hadnât said her name in well over a year, but Liam had caught his friend stalking her social media just months ago. âLook, Iâm sure you have a thousand assumptions about the man, but I promise he didnât leave you. He had to leave behind a life he created over something he had no control of.â Riley scoffed, Liam noticed she was barely taking in the excuse. âIf you love someone, you donât leave without a trace. It doesnât matter anyway, that was college and many years ago. Not like it means anything now.â
After leaving a rather large tip, Liam thanked Riley for her patience and hospitality before heading out the door. Liam noticed that Drake had separated himself from the group, wandering around and staring up at the sky as if he was searching for something. âReady to go?â
ââââââ
Riley felt her phone buzz in her pocket for the eighteenth time, she was sure. When she clocked out, she finally slid her phone out of her pocket, revealing several text messages from Cassie. Riley knew a brisk call would be better than even attempting to read through all of the messages.
âCassie, what gave you the idea that texting me a thousand times was okay?â âLook, you have to come out with me tonight. Sarah bailed and you know I donât want to go clubbing alone.â
Riley mumbled goodbyes to the cooks who were closing up, placing the phone between her shoulder and ear. âCassieâŚâ âPlease, Iâm begging.â After the night she had, she thought it could be a good idea to get her mind off of things, aimlessly flirt with some guys and get some free drinks. âMeet me at my apartment in ten so I can get ready.â
ââââââ
The driver followed his directions that Maxwell had given to the club. Drake sat with his head at the window, staring at the lights, wishing he could just go back to the penthouse and fall asleep for the night.
âDrake..â Liam pulled the man from his thoughts as he looked over to his friend. âWhy didnât you say something?â âIt was clear she didnât want to see me. And, who knew weâd run into her anyway? That was the last thing Iâd expect in this city.â Drake replied, sitting further back in his seat.
âDid you expect her to welcome you with a hug and kiss? Dude, she got her heartbroken. And I feel just as guilty because I know why you came back but she deserves something.â âCan we just drop it?â Liam shrugged his shoulder with a slight scoff, knowing this was how hard-headed his best friend was.
As they walked into the club Maxwell had sought out, Drake felt the dread enter deeply into his body. Individuals dancing on others, music blasting through the speakers, nothing but the smell of too much perfume, alcohol, and sweat. Drake pushed pass his friends to sought out the bar, where heâd occupy for the rest of the night.
Drake reached the bar, taking an empty seat as the bartender diverted his attention to him as he cleaned a glass. âWhiskey, please.â Drake placed his elbows on the counter just as he heard a familiar voice coming up behind him.
âYou tricked me, Cass.â âI knew you wouldnât come if you didnât feel bad for me. Sarah may have changed her mind, okay.â Drake turned his head the other way, in hopes she didnât notice him. He couldnât help but side-eye her though, taking in the tiny emerald dress that was hugging her body - instead of the baggy t-shirt and shorts she was wearing prior. Her hair was pulled out of the loose bun and was now laying down her back in loose waves.
âWhiskey, please.â She sighed. Drake smirked, knowing he was the one who got her hooked on a simple glass of whiskey. Then he heard a groan, knowing sheâd looked and noticed him. Drake cleared his throat. âYou following me, Drake?â A very Riley thing to ask.
âI wish I could say so, but my friends dragged me here.â âThought so, you always said this wasnât your scene.â Riley air quoted as she talked, nursing the whiskey that had been placed in front of her. She never made eye contact though. âYou know, I never thought Iâd see you again, and now that I do, I donât even know what to say. Maybe⌠Fuck you?â Drake almost let out a laugh, nodding his head. âGuess I deserve that.â âYeah, no guessing. Flat out.â
Drake admired her for keeping herself calm and collected. Drake himself was about to pass out from his nerves of being so close to the one girl heâd loved the most. âItâs been five years. Youâve changed a lot.â âThatâs what happens to people, typically.â Riley remarked. âCan we talk?â Drake blurted out. Riley still didnât make eye contact with him. âPlease, I just.. I need to be honest with you.â âFor once in his life, Drake Walker wants to explain himself⌠wants to be honest. What does me the honors?â âBrooks.â âFine, lay it out.â She patted the table. âNot here.â
Rileyâs eyes finally met his face. âYou think I want to go somewhere with you?â âYou once trust me, didnât you?â âYeah, once.â âTrust me again.â âIt doesnât work like that, Drake.â Drake nodded his head. âI get that but please, just not here.â His eyes wandered the room. âFine.â Riley shoved herself from the table, Drake scrambling to leave some bills on the counter before attempting to catch up with her. She had dragged who looked to be her friends to the side who were eying her with devious smiles, in which she returned with a slight shove.
Drake shot a quick text to his friends that heâd meet back up with them later. When Riley was out hailing a taxi, she still had yet to say a word to him from leaving the table. The ride to whatever location made Drakeâs heart wrench. When they pulled up to a brick building, Riley handed the man cash and got out quickly, Drake on her heels.
Shockingly, Riley had managed to feel comfortable enough to bring Drake to her haven, her home, in the midst of New York. âWelcome to my humble abode.â She stood in her studio apartment, leaning up against the counter as she watched Drake observe the room. âMuch different than your dorm decor.â âYeah, not so much into patterns anymore.â Riley replied.
The silence between them thickened. âOkay, Drake, I didnât invite you to my place so you could stalk around trying to take in the bits of me you missed out on. You said youâd explain yourself. And Iâm tired of waiting.â Drake found himself speechless. âSee, you donât even care to say anything. After all these years, after the heartbreak and the hurt you put me through, you canât say anything. Do you know what you leaving did to me? Do you know how much it hurt to plan a future with someone then wake up to no trace? Hell, I get we were kids but come on, that doesnât mean it didnât affect me.â âRileyâŚâ âNo, I gave you the chance to talk. Iâm taking my opportunity. Do you know how low you have to be to drop the girl whoâd do anything for you? I was willing to wait for you. I was so patient with you, for you to come around to your senses that we belonged together. I was there. Do you-â âDammit, Brooks.â
Drake moved swiftly, crashing his own lips on Rileyâs in efforts to shut her up - and it worked. Drake rested his hand on her cheek, the other on her back pulling her into him, suddenly reminiscing on the times that those lips had been all over him before. Riley slowly lifted her arms up to tug the back of his head, before finally coming to her own senses and pushing him away. âWhat the hell, Drake?!â
âYou wouldnât let me talk and I need to get this out. For five years, Iâve wondered about you. Iâve thought nonstop about you and what we couldve been. I regretted so much, recognizing that we couldâve been fucking married by now. Isnât that crazy? Yeah, we were two college kids who couldnât get enough of each other but I met you and I knew you were special. You wanna know why I left? Because my best friend needed me. I couldnât tell you what was going on because itâs confidential what goes on in his life. I couldnât bring you home to meet my family because I didnât have a home - I lived in a palace with my best friend because my mom couldnât take care of me and my sister. Thatâs the truth. My best friend needed me and just like I always do, I went back. I ran. And I missed out on the greatest thing in life but I couldnât tell you. I was sworn to secrecy.â
Riley stared, lips slightly opened, tears brimming her eyes. âBrooks, Iâve thought about you every single day. Liam told me how stupid I was to leave you, I knew how stupid I was, but I needed to be back. I needed to be in Cordonia. But that didnât change the way I felt. I thought about you⌠every damn day.â Riley swallowed hard before stepping just a little closer.
âIâm not saying this will fix everything or hell, I donât know if you ever want to see me again, but just know I never wanted to leave you. My intentions were to start my own life with you. Itâs been five years but that hasnât stopped me.â Drake took his own step closer to the love of his life, closing the gap between them. âShow me.â Riley said above a whisper. âHm.â âShow me that you never wanted to leave.â
Drakeâs body crashed into Rileyâs before picking her up and setting her on the counter. âI never stopped loving you.â Drake mumbled between kisses, moving his lips desperately to her neck. He couldnât believe this was happening. He never thought heâd see this girl again much less be kissing her.
Drake swiftly brought her from the counter, holding her body close to his as she mumbled directions to her room. This was real.
Drake laid Riley on the bed, careful to make sure she was really in front of him. âAre you.. are you sure?â âYes.â Riley shimmied quickly out of her small dress, laying back on the bed before urging the man in front of her to prove her wrong - that he did care all this time. Drake felt his heart jump as he slowly hovered over her, kissing her neck, down to her breasts. His fingers slowly traced down her arm, to her stomach, right above her underwear.
âYou are so beautiful. Always have been.â He said. Drake slowly caressed the skin above her waistband before inching his fingers down to her heat, slowly sliding a finger in, causing her to arch her back. Drake kept his mouth placed on her own as she let out small desperate moans. This was it.
Drake managed to slide a condom out of his wallet, giving a few pumps before putting it on. âBrooks, are you sure?â âYes.â Riley consented. With a long kiss, Drake slowly pushed inside of Riley, managing to fit his entirety into her. Gasps came from both of them, wide eyes staring into each other. âAre you okay?â âYes, go on.â Drake slowly began rolling his hips into Rileyâs, moans slipping through both of their lips.
This was different. It wasnât two horny college students handling their frustrations. This was two adults who needed each other. Two people who were made for each other but didnât know how the world would work to make it happen. And here they were riding out their highs together, Drake collapsing on Riley as she pulled him into her.
Her hands found his curls, twirling them around on her fingers, recognizing that she hadnât felt this in a long time - and never thought she ever would again. After the moments they spent together, Riley found herself getting insecure.
Barely any conversation had been held for both of them to really understand what this could be or what realm had just been opened. He still very well lived across the world, and they both had growing up to do since the last time they saw each other. Of course they were different people, but who were they for each other now?
A silent tear escaped Rileyâs eye as the man on top of her steadied his breathing, getting up quickly to clean himself up. Riley scooted over, bringing the blankets to cover her body. When Drake joined her again, he wrapped an arm around her, placing kisses to her forehead. âWhat is it?â He asked, noticing her tears. âWhere does this leave us?â âWeâre gonna figure this out, Brooks. Iâm not leaving you again. Itâs okay, I promise Iâll be here when you wake up. We both need to understand what this is and could be and who we are now. All I know is, Iâve missed you, Brooks. And I hope you missed me too.â
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First Glance
TITLE: First Glance
CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: One Shot
AUTHOR: fanfickittycat
FANDOM: Haikyuu!!
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader
GENRE: Romance/Fluff
FIC SUMMARY:Â Ushijima doesn't know why the girl tasked with covering the team for the school paper won't leave his mind
RATING: G
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Iâm putting this below the cut but you can also read it on AO3 here
âIs she back already?â Ushijima didnât flinch when Tendo joined his side, only nodding stoically in response. He was observing the girl with such rapt attention, that Tendo was genuinely surprised; usually, Ushijima only had eyes for volleyball. Girls seemed to be out of the question. Even when the topic of girls was brought up in the locker room, he never paused to pass comment. In fact, he didnât look like he was even listening to the conversation, instead methodically doing up the buttons on his shirt or neatly folding his kit.
âI hear sheâs from the journalism clubâ he said, watching his friendâs face carefully for any changes in his features. The day had been so boring, and finally something interesting was happening. âHmmmâ. Nothing. âI guess she must want to cover the team going to the finals.â âHmmm.â Nothing again. âMaybe sheâll want to interview us?â Ushijima cleared his throat âhmmm.â Ah, bingo. âYou should talk to herâ he nudged Ushijima in the side âyouâre the captain after all.â Ushijima finally broke his gaze, looking down at the water bottle in his hands âIâm not good at talking.â Tendo opened his mouth to say something encouraging; to bolster his friend who always seemed to be confident in all his abilities on the court, but the squabble between Semi and Shirabu stopped him.
âHeyâ Ohira said âdonât fight in front of the press, it makes us look bad.â The two setters continued to scowl at one another but stopped bickering. âItâs no way to act in front of a girlâ Tendo added, slapping a hand on his teammates backs âespecially a cute girl.â His eyes trailed over to look at Wakatoshi whoâs impassive face was betrayed by the way his hands mindlessly fiddled with the blue bottle in his hands. âI guess sheâs cuteâ Semi agreed âif you like that kind of girl.â âWhat kind of girl is that?â Ushijima asked, making his teammates look up at him in shock. âW-well you knowâŚâ Semi struggled to come up with the words to describe her âsheâs clumsy, did you see the way she almost tripped coming in here?â âYeah, but she got up again with that super determined faceâ Shirabu interjected âlike she was so nervous she was overcompensating.â âShe seems energeticâ Ohira said âand tenacious.â âThose are good traitsâ Wakatoshi said offhandedly. âThey areâ Tendo agreed, egging him on âand she has pretty, long hair. I usually like short hair on girls but even I have to admit that itâs very becoming on her. Right, Miracle Boy?â Ushijima looked up at her again, observing the waves of thick, dark hair that flowed past her shoulders. She tucked a strand behind her ear as she continued to speak to Coach Washijo and note down the things he said in her notebook. âYesâ he agreed âit is.â
Ushijima continued to think about the mystery girl as he got changed. Who was she? Tendo had said she was here on behalf of the school paper, but usually whenever they were written about, it was a sandy haired boy who came by. Why had he never seen her before? He idly put his jacket on, pondering what the feeling in his chest was. A sort of warmth and tenderness. He hoped he wasnât getting ill.
âBefore you all goâ Coach Washijo said, stopping the boys from leaving the gym âremember we have practise on Saturday, and I expect you all to be there bright and early at 6am. No excuses. Also, weâll have a member of the journalism club with us this week so watch your mouths.â He looked pointedly at Semi, whoâs cheeks flushed red, much to the enjoyment of Shirabu who nudged him. Ushijima wanted to ask what her name was, but they were dismissed in the next instance and it seemed pointless.
The girl stayed on Ushijimaâs mind. That evening he had several hazy dreams all involving her. In one, he just remembered her looking at him and smiling so brightly that he managed to miss a relatively easy receive. In another, she was interviewing him, and he was struggling to answer coherently. He didnât remember the last one very well, but in it she was holding his hands. He woke up with her phantom touch still on him. He turned his head to squint at his alarm clock. It was almost five am, way too early for him to consider rising. He closed his eyes again, but sleep didnât find him. He took his phone off charge and looked for Tendoâs number to text. He had insisted that he get a phone, but he didnât use it much.
U: Tendo, are you awake? I have a query. 4:58am
He didnât expect to get a response and instead went to take a cold shower to focus his mind. The cold water was a welcome distraction, and he felt his body leave the dreamy warm state it was in. Today he had practise until noon, but nothing especially pressing to do afterwards. Perhaps heâd take a jog before dinner. He knew he should probably make time to review some tapes from their last practise game too. Despite him concentrating on his own schedule, his mind once again wandered to her. What would she do today?
He left the shower, padding back to his room with a towel around his shoulders. His phone buzzed.
T: What query could you possibly have at 5am??? 5:08am T: Lay it on me, Miracle Boy 5:09am
He picked up his phone, struggling to come up with a coherent sentence.
U: The girl has remained in my mind. I think I must be getting ill, should I tell coach today? 5:12am T: Sounds like love sickness to me ;) 5:12am U: Iâm not familiar with that illness 5:1am T: -_- Itâs a good thing you found volleyball 5:14am U: I donât understand 5:14am T: Weâll talk about it later 5:15am U: Ok 5:15am
âSheâs hereâ Ushijima blinked at the girl, standing before them. She looked sleepy, clutching a thermos as she greeted the volleyball team members. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, which Ushijima didnât like nearly as much as her hair being out. Still, there was something admittedly quite cute about seeing her like this; dreamy eyed, red cheeked, and cosy in her fluffy jumper. She shouldnât be out here in the cold, watching the boys do laps, she should be tucked up in bed with her hair being petted gently. The thought made Ushijima flush. He resolved to himself that he was going to concentrate on practise and not on this girl, whose name he still didnât know.
âSo, lover boyâ Tendo teased, as he shrugged off his track jacket alongside his friend âyou like her?â The boys had entered the gym now to do some routine stretches before doing drills, and Tendo had taken the opportunity to speak up. âI donât know her.â âBut you think sheâs cute?â Ushijma paused and swallowed âyes, I suppose so.â âDonât worry, Iâve got your back.â Tendo winked at him and Ushijima frowned. Surely, he had his back? In their current formation he tended to be behind the Guess Monster. He shook his head free of the thought and went to join the others.
âTake a twenty-minute break and then weâll do three on three!â âYes, coach!â The lapse in practise was a welcome one, and Ushijima wiped the sweat off his brow with his towel, grateful for the moment to breathe. âThis is your chanceâ Tendo sang, jutting his chin out at the girl who was speaking to Semi. âItâs rude to interruptâ he said, feeling a sinking feeling in his chest as she laughed at something Semi said. What was this? He felt something brew in his chest that made his teeth clench in annoyance at his teammate. He gripped the water bottle, turning away to drink. âDonât be angryâ Tendo chided âIâve found out her nameâŚâ
*** You stood, trying to follow the game but it was difficult to really grasp what was happening. The ball was shot back and forth with such ferocity that you worried it would hit you. How embarrassing you cringed, picturing yourself getting smacked in the face with the volleyball. You took a step back for safe measure, trying to remember what Haruki had told you.
âThe piece is about emotion as much as itâs about sport.â âWhat kind of feelings can hitting a ball possibly inspire?â You said skeptically. Haruki smiled apologetically âIâm sorry you have to take over for meâ âYou didnât ask for a family deathâ you said, feeling sorry âIâll do my best.â âYouâre a talented writer. Just put your own spin on it, like you always do. I promise this is the last time youâll have to write a sports piece.â
You had to admit, that despite the dread and the unmistakable sinking feeling in your gut from being out of your depth, you were also in awe of the players. The way they were able to make split second decisions that ensured the ballâs return to the other side of the court; the constant movement⌠It was actually impressive.
The red-haired boy â you still didnât know them by name â had an almost eerie gift for knowing what the opposing side was going to do. You scribbled it down, annoyed when you dropped your biro.
âLook out!â Your head tilted up to see your worst fear coming true. The ball was flying towards you and you felt like you had frozen, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. You braced yourself for impact, lowering your head again but the hit never came. You heard a scuffle near you, and you opened your eyes to see the tall one with the olive hair hit the ball away. He met your stunned eyes with his formidable ones. Youâd heard of this one. Ushijima the captain of the team. Haruki had assured you that despite his daunting exterior and intimidating manner, he was nobody to legitimately fear. Unless you were on the other team that isâŚ
He looked away first, running back to the court to be alongside his teammates without a glance back. You felt winded. Whatever had just happened felt so intense that it was strange to believe that it was only a couple of seconds long. The sound of a whistle blowing, and the shouts of the demon coach did nothing to snap you out of it.
âAre you alright?â you looked up again to see the captain looking down at you. âUm, yesâ you felt your hands go clammy âthank you.â He nodded at you and a silence followed. âIs it always soâŚâ you looked for the right word âdangerous?â The corner of his lip twitched upwards âsometimes.â âWhy do you play it then?â He hesitated, looking wistful âIâm good at it and I like it.â It was a terribly blunt answer, but it made you smile. âYouâre funnyâ you said which made him cock his head to the side. âIâve never been described as humorous before.â âItâs a special kind of humourâ you said, rewarded with a faint blush colouring his cheeks. âHow is your article progressing?â He asked, clearing his throat. âI think I found my angle on itâ you looked up at him âbut I need to do more research. I donât really know too much about volleyball.â âYou can ask me. I know about volleyball.â You felt flustered âare you doing anything after practise? Maybe you could help me clarify all the technical stuff?â He nodded âIâm free.â âCool.â âYes⌠coolâ he nodded at you, excusing himself to run back. You felt your heart race as you watched him go back to the court. For the first time since youâd been assigned the piece, you felt excited about volleyball.
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U know sometimes i see dick grayson being the personification of a gentleman always caring and all, but also I see him being kinda neglecting towards his s/o feelings? Like i totally see him cheating on her without guilt (unless his s/o finds out. Then the reality would kick him up) idk what u think?
Dude you kind of broke my heart cuz he's my baby but at the same time I like your ideas
I got inspired with this is so this is kinda long đ
â˘Dick is a sweetheart, everything you have fantasized in a boyfriend: he's sweet, caring, protective, funny, smart and plus! He's pretty handsome.
I kind of agree with you (and it hurts me to do it) but I see him doing it by mistake. Let me do a hc to prove my point..
â˘He's always checking up on you, making sure you're safe and loved. He won't hesitate to let you have his coat if you're cold or staying with you if you're feeling sad or scared.
â˘Although Dick can be egoistic without noting. He's too busy to slow down and a be with you, although he would like it he feels that he is turning his back on the city or the team.
â˘It would go to a point where he won't go to bed with you and even sometimes you would wake up alone, then he wouldn't answer your calls (sometimes because he thinks that some criminal can track you or because he didn't notice you were calling in the first place) and then you wouldn't even see him like you would like.
â˘It can sound egoistic from your part, but he is like 70% of the time running away with the team, dealing with problems with them, drowning in work or out doing his duty as a hero.
â˘you were very proud of him, fighting criminals and trying to lead a team must suck the life out of you, but you can't help but feel lonely sometimes.
â˘Besides you feel like your problems aren't as important as his because you don't have to fight the demon dad of the stray emo girl you found or a crazy dude without an eye whose trying to kill all of your loved ones. Your problems were about how work can be exhausting or a stupid discussion you have, they would sound so dumb.
Cheating part!
Dick loves you, he really does, but he can't help how he's interested in the new women of the team. Kori is something else, different from what you are, more bold and right away hot.
The way she talked to him in such a confident and flirty way always managed to make him smirk or how she would take care of an situation by being badass.
You were a sweet person, the kind of person who always wants to please everyone and make them happy; he liked that, but this change was very welcomed too...
He have tried to suppress his feelings, reminding himself that you were waiting for him in home.
"What's wrong, Grayson?" Her voice snapped him from his thought. She's holding a bottle of what seemed like tequila, a bright smile in her face and the way her hair looks just makes her look more sexy than she already is.
"Nothing, go back to sleep." He tried to make her go away, but his attempt was shallow. The way his trying to not look at her makes Kori to shake her head.
"Always so charming." She says, approaching him." You need to let go a bit, it can be great for you, you know?" The way his eyes are going up and down makes her bit her lower lip." I can help you with that..."
That was the only thing he needed to let go. Following Kori when she kiss him, putting a hand behind her head to deepened it.
His mind is foggy, it has been so long since he had felt something like this. The thrill and lust mixed togheter as they fucked, but being honest he just needed the relief.
When it finished he didn't feel a single thing, yet Kori seemed to talk about what happened or maybe even go for round two, but he wasn't feeling like it.
It was just a one night thing and that's it. He will come to you and be the sweet boyfriend he was, until that thought faded away with the other hook ups they had.
As he tries to sleep his conscience won't shut up, reminding him the piece of shit he is for doing this.
Dick couldn't help but feel like utterly trash for doing this to you. However, he's happy you don't know it and he didn't wanted to tell you either way, too afraid of hurting you, yet too needy to stop it.
This day was the last of hooking up with Kori. They both needed it after a rough week of fighting crime so they went for it when the tower was alone.
Much to their dismay you wanted to surprise your boyfriend... and boy it was a surprise.
You have been planning this since last week, a nice dessert for you two to enjoy and please yourself with the joy of seeing Dick after a long week with just calls filling up his absence.
As you entered in the livingroom something made you feel like you didn't mean to be there, but shrugged it off...maybe you were just excited and nervous to finally see your beloved boyfriend.
So feeling uneasy and all you went to Dick's room and the sound of moans and skin slapping against skin caused your heart to drop.
You opened the door without caring if whatever was happening in there could destroy your heart and it did.
Kori was on top of him, her pink hair bouncing as Dick sucked on her neck; his hand going from her waist to her ass and giving it a slap causing the alien girl to moan.
You gasped for air as tears started to fall from your eyes. It was like your heart was ripped from your body and teared apart in front of you.
You couldn't breathe and as a desperate way of making yourself unnoticed you clamped a hand around your mouth, trembling as you walked away from the horrible scene.
However, they did heard the sound of someone sobbing and whimpering, killing the mood instantly.
Dick put away Kori, dressed himself and went out to look who was the person making those noises.
It's less to say that he froze when he saw you in the living room, trying to catch your breath as heartbreaking sobs left your lips.
Dick was left speechless, this wasn't the way you should have found out, you didn't even have founded out about this...
"(N/n) let me explain..." Dick say in a vague attempt to redeem himself. His heart is racing as he reach out for you, taking your hand to turn you around and face him.
"Don't touch me!" You got away from him, your eyes red from crying and your cheeks glistened thanks to the tears. This view of you made him snap out of his little fantasy.
What was he trying? He truly believed he could get away with this, having sex with Kori, no strings or feelings involved and then go with you to feel loved and care; it was too good to happen, most likely delusional from his part to even pretend he could have that.
"Baby, I'm sorry..." Dick mutters, his mouth running dry. The sound of your quick breath mixed with whimpers breaking his heart in a slowly and painful way, he just wants to cuddle you and wash away the pain, but he can't and it's killing him.
"H-how could you?" You spoke in a low tone, the sobs making difficult for you to talk." I tried to be good for you, to make you feel less overwhelmed with your job, but-fuck! tell me, am I not enough?"
Dick chest tightened, the air getting stuck in his throat as he swallows hard." No, baby that's not trueâ"
"Then why you did it, Dick?" You questioned him as you made your way out of the building, leaving behind a heartbroken Dick. The guilt starting to crawl all over him, practically screaming that he deserves all of it.
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#this was so sad to write#but i like the angst đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸#answered#dick grayson hc#dick grayson x reader#dick grayson headcanon#dick grayson#dick grayson imagine#nightwing imagine#nightwing x reader#nightwing#titans headcanon#titans headcanons#dc titans#titans imagine#titans x reader#batboys imagines#batfam
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warnings: oral male receiving, fem!reader, masturbation, idk if binnie has a sister but whatever..
word count: +1k
It was wrong.
The way you hugged Changbin so tightly, you must have not realized how your boobs squished against his chest. The way you absentmindedly nibbled on your plush, soft-looking lips, you must have not realized how theyâd look around Changbinâs throbbing cock. The way you threw your head back, smiling in bliss, you must have not realized how youâd look underneath Changbin.
But it was wrong. You only hugged him in greeting before rushing to his sisterâs room. You only bit your lips because the movie the three of you were watching was intense. You only were smiling because his sister made a corny joke. Still, this reality didnât stop blood to rush into Changbinâs dick and it certainly didnât stop him from hurrying into his room, thinking he locked the door behind him. The lack of blood in oneâs brain tends to do stuff like that.
âBinnie,â he closes his eyes, imagining how youâd whine, tugging softly at his pants. Changbin kicked out of his sweatpants, palming himself through his boxers, imagining how wide your eyes would be, how youâd lick your lips. Youâd kneel down in front of him, your fingers skimming his thighs and youâd look up at him with your doe eyes. Changbin slides out of his boxers as his cock slaps his abdomen. Youâd gasp, gently taking his length in your warm hands. Youâve held his hand before, in that one horror movieâŚHe remembers how soft, how warm your hands are and groans softly, though his own hand is calloused.Â
Changbin wraps a hand around his member, slowly beginning to pump himself, spreading precum over his length slowly. Maybe youâd use your thumb to run over his slit. A gasp escapes from Changbinâs mouth and he bucks forward into his hand. Maybe youâd curl your tongue around him. He pictures your pretty pink lips around the base of his cock. There would be drool pooling at the sides of your lips and your satin lipstick would leave residue on his length. Heâd bury his hands in your hair, asking if he could fuck your mouth and maybe youâd moan in agreement. Changbin begins to do just that, thrusting into his clenching fist as his whispers your name like a prayer.Â
âIâm close,â he tells his empty room but in his fantasy, you moan again, gazing up at him, your eyes wide and teary. You would caress his thighs and balls, beckoning him closer or youâd relax your throat, taking morâ His door swings open violently and Changbin gasps, stuttering, trying to shove his still painfully erect cock into his boxers, the disappointment and pain of denied orgasm mixing with burning embarrassment.Â
Your eyes are wide and glued to his member, even when its covered but when you look back up at him, a furious blush covers your face. This is not in his imagination. In spite of himself, Changbin canât believe how fucking c u t e you are looking suprised.Â
âItâs just, uh s-sheâs asleep and I heard you um, in here,â you blabber, slowly walking out of the room, your eyes now trained on Changbinâs heaving, bare chest. You pause, looking up at Changbin, âWere you calling me or was that just my imagination?â Maybe its because he doesnât have any blood in his head, maybe its because it was just so wrong but Changbin rushes forward, pulling you into his room and slamming you into the wall. You stare breathlessly against him and your boobs squish against him. Overcome with boldness, you grab the back of Changbinâs neck and pull him to your lips, kissing him softly.
Oh, he thinks. This is how your lips feel. Better than he ever could imagine. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip, obsessed with how it feels. Your tongue catches Changbinâs and begins caressing it as you both deepen the kiss. Your leg is now around Changbinâs hip and his grip is firm around your thigh. Undoubtedly, youâre soaked right now.Â
Changbin pulls away and you whisper into his swollen lips, âDo you think about me?âÂ
He shutters, running his hands through your soft hair, âHell yeah. Every time.âÂ
You groan into his mouth, âLike what? What do I do?âÂ
Blushing, Changbin whispers, âYou call me cute nicknames and wrap your lips around my cock. You use your tongue and stroke my thighs.âÂ
âMh? Does Binnie want me to choke on him?â Breathlessly, Changbin nods against you, the nickname fully affecting him and you sink down, pulling his boxers to his ankles. This time, Changbin looks over to make sure his door is locked. When you take him into your mouth, itâs warm and soft and feels like heaven. You start out slow, running your tongue over the underside of his cock, your hands taking care of what you canât reach just yet.
âJust like that, baby.â You start bobbing your head, relaxing your throat to take in more of his thick length. Per his fantasy, you start running your nails and the pads of your fingers up his inner thighs, eventually playing with his balls. He lets out a low, sexy groan and you reach down into your panties to circle your clit.
âCan I fuck your mouth?â He asks bashfully, making eye contact with you. The admiration and earnest look in your eyes makes you nod, saying yes. He tangles his fingers in your soft hair, thrusting into your mouth. You breath out through your nose and keep your teeth out of the way. You rub your clit in tempo with Changbinâs thrusts and when he notices your hand in your panties, he groans loudly. âIâm gonna cum soon, baby,â Changbin whispers, this time to a room filled with your lewd slurping and his heavy breathing. You moan, flicking your tongue and gripping his legs. He can feel your arousal on your fingers and it pushes him over the edge. Hot ropes of his cum shoot into your mouth and you swallow the taste. You wipe down the sides of your mouth and get up to kiss Changbin. He runs his hands through your hair and his tongue over yours, gently massaging your boobs.
You giggle, running your hands over his stomach and chest, his broad shoulders and veiny arms, âThis is so wrong.â
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It's U Again
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jiu x reader
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Minji and you are High School sweethearts, well, before.
Both of you wears the same clothes, dream the same dream, thinks the same thing most of the same time. You two are defined as 'soulmates'.
She was very talented, you too as well. As said earlier, both if you has the same dream. A dream of being idols.
"I got accepted as a trainee!" Both you two surprised each other at the same time. It was an accomplishment you two dreamt of. Both of your hardwork has been paid off. But there's a thing...
Trainees can't date.
Your dreams led the both of you to separate ways. It hurts. Minji's training period is coming and you have to send her away on the train station.
The day she's leaving was very gloomy. It rained hard as you and Minji waited for her train to come. Her head laying on your shoulders, hand holding yours tightly. She want to savor her last moments with you as her boyfriend.
"When you debut, I'll wait for you"
Her heart skipped a beat and then she lifted her head up, meeting your eyes.
"You'll do the same thing too, right?"
Her eyes glistened in tears and hugged you side ways.
"When we became successful someday, let's not forget each other." As she told you the words, her train came and you stood up, helping her with her bags. She entered the train and you were left behind the yellow line she just crossed. There's just a little number of passengers getting inside the train so the train doors closed as she stepped inside.
Minjin stopped on the glass door looking at you, tears streaming down her eyes. She waved her hands at you and you copied what she did.
"Y/n-ah, we'll meet again"
The train started moving slowly and you followed it's direction, still looking at Minji. She was smiling at your actions and was shocking her head. The train moved faster and you felt the rain slap your face as you ran.
"I love you"
Minji mouthed you behind the glass doors and you ran as fast as you can, dropping your umbrella, just to say back the words.
"Minji saranghae!"
Once again, Minji waved her hands and you stopped from running, rain washing you and your clothes.
<6 years later>
5 years ago, Minx debuted and then 1 year later, Dreamcatcher was born. The group's popularity started to climbed up as they toured around the world. Minji never forgot you. She always kept your picture on her bag without the members knowing. Minji always ask for you whenever she come home but too bad you weren't there. Your parents told her that you moved to US to do something. Minji understood but it kinda hurt her because you didn't let her know.
Well, she lastly asked for you 6 years ago. Now, dreamcatcher is having their comeback and have been busy this past few months not noticing this rookie soloist under SM Entertainment.
Fans started going crazy about his visual and how soothing his voice is.
Lee Y/n.
Your name was all over internet. You didn't knew you were going to be this viral after your cover of Xiumin's You last week. SM promoted you by singing their ballads then dropping your teaser the day after. You've been busy preparing for your debut for a month so you didn't recieved any news from her. Netizens was amazed by you and then started talking over you.
You were the current hot topic.
But the only thing that you want is being noticed by her.
Did she recieved the news?
Did she read something about me?
Is she proud of me now?
Questions took over your mind as you became nervous coming into the stage. You were the first performer of today's Mcountdown.
You placed your position on the stage and hopefully searching for her on the dark crowd but she wasn't there that broke your heart. You bowed your head in disappointment and then started performing as the your song started playing.
After performing, you took your last glance on the now bright crowd but still, didn't saw her figure. You forcefully smiled at your audience and bowed before exiting the stage. You saw your manager waiting at you and you hugged him, thanking him for your successful debut.
While walking, you were your sad expression. You can't believe she wasnt there supporting you.
"I miss her"
Just then, a loud heels running on the hallways was heard by you and then someone suddenly bumped on you while doing your turn on the intersection hall.
A tall yet not so taller than you just bumped their head on you chest and then ran off without saying sorry. That was rude but you guess she's chasing someone important.
You looked down and then saw bunny necklace, you were familiarized by it and took it anyway. It was the same necklace you gave Minji 8 years ago.
The girl must been dropped it while bumping at me. You thought and then walked back at your dressing room. You sat there and then looked at the thing on your hand.
"When will I meet you again, Minji?"
I placed the necklace on my pocket and then stood up.
"I'm hungry"
Jiu's POV
"I'm here, manager unnie" I opened the door and saw my members on their phones. "Unnie, there was a handsome guy on the monitor earlier. You're late to see him" Gahyeon said while munching her food. "And he's the same age as you, maybe..." Dami wriggled her eyebrows at me while smiling sheepishly. I sighed and then sat down beside the two maknaes.
"I told you guys, I'm not interested" I said and then placed my hand over my neck. An unfamiliar feeling came into my body as I didn't touched my necklace.
"My necklace is missing" Dami looked over at my neck to confirmed it. "You rarely took that off, maybe you didn't wore that earlier? " Gahyeon asked. I shook my head and stood up.
I went out of our dressing room to find my necklace.
That wasn't just a necklace. That was his gift from our 1st year anniversary, how can I lose it. I led my way to the girl's comfort room where I went earlier and again while turning into the hallway, I bumped into someone... again.
Wait, maybe I dropped the necklace after bumping on someone earlier!
I avoided who I bumped into and was about to run when I felt my arms being pulled.
"Wait miss, you bumped at me 2 times already and you didn't even apologize "
Is that- that voice sounds familiar.
"I'm so sorry, something important is missi-"
Third Person's POV
Minji stopped on her tracks as she saw the person's face. The person was also shock from who she is, forgetting his hands was still on her arms.
"Minji?"
"Y/n?"
The bot immediately let go of her hand and then bowed at her. "Annyeaonghaseyo, Lee Y/n imnida" Y/n greeted with the widest smile plastered on your face.
Y/n can't believe what's happening just now. He's now face to face with his first love, the only girl he loved. Jiu on the other side was surprised but same as Y/n, she cant contain her happiness. Her lips started to spread into a smile and chuckled.
"Is that really you, Y/n? Am I only dreaming?" She pinched herself just incase. "Ani, I'm real" the boy spread his arms and turn around. "I'm real Minji" his smile never left his lips. Jiu came and pinched his cheeks as well.
"You're real!" Minji exclaimed. You then heard footsteps coming into one of the corners but luck is on your side. You two were just standing infront of your dressing room.
You opened the door and pulled Jiu in. She never complained, why would she? She had been waiting for this moment to happen.
As the both of you went inside, you immediately enveloped Minji a tight hug. You felt her hug back that made you tear up.
"I can't believe this is happening, please tell me I'm not dreaming!" You told her and you felt her shook her head on your chest. Then suddenly, you felt your shirt getting cold.
"Minji?" You broke the hug and you saw her brightly smiling at you, her tears rolling down her cheeks with her mascara. "Yah, don't ruin your make up" you wiped her tears using your sleeves. "You're performing soon, I'll watch beside the stage" she nodded at you and got out from your arms.
"Oh- I remember, your necklace " you grab the necklace on your pocket and turn her around to put on the necklace on her.
After putting in on, you kissed Minji's cheeks making her blush and turn around at you. "Yah, we're not official yet, take me out to date first" she said and pushed your shoulders.
"Hmm, noted. So...?"
Silence filled the room, the both of you smiling while staring at each other. "I missed you" you look down on the ground while fiddling your fingers. "Me too" you heard her said that made you blush.
"Have you watched my performance?"
"Performance?"
Your head shot up and you glared at her. "Y oi u missed it, did you?" Minji bit her lip and looked down. You smiled at her cuteness and then went closer to her again.
"It's okay though, at least we met again. So Minji... I mean, Jiu-ssi" you said and took out you hand for her to take.
"Faith really made us see each other, would you like to go out on a date with me on Saturday" you kneeled down at her and she started squealing. "Yah~ what are you doing, get up" she held your hand and pulled you up but you remained in your place.
"Only if you agree, Jiu-ssi" she smiled sweetly at you and pecked your lips.
"Of course, I would love too" you smiled and then stood up, pulling your necklace that was hiding behind your shirt.
On your necklace, there are two rings that was familiar to Minji. It was your necklace since you were still together. You wore it everyday. She wants to ask why there are 2 rings on it but her head says 'it's just design, that's it's
"Kim Minji, you were mine before, I'll make you mine again" you pulled out the rings and put the small one on her left hand. She blushed and you put the larger ring on your left hand.
"Now we're unofficially enganged" you smiled cheekily and kissed her forehead.
"Welcome back"
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