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silk and rope

the long awaited ddlg harry and yn pairing has finally arrived!!!

some general disclaimers: I've never been in a relationship like this myself nor have I experimented too much with proper bdsm techniques, so there may be some things that are wrong in this!!!! I did research and tried my best to make it as accurate as possible but pls don't come for me if something isn't right ok thank yoooouuuuuu!!!!!!!

word count: 10.6k

content warnings: daddy dom and sub/little yn relationship, big ol’ daddy kink, basically just a lot of smut (bondage, overstimulation, use of toys, dirty talk, f oral, penetration), discussions of subspace and crappy sexual experiences (nothing forced), yn in little/sub space

"Y/N, I just don't think this is working out anymore."

Normally, Y/N is able to see this coming.

In the past, she's had 20/20 hindsight, predicted when whatever man she was seeing — or rather, submitting to — had finally gotten bored of her, and been able to paste a smile on her face when it finally happened. She could bite her tongue hard enough to prevent the flush that would eventually warm her entire body with embarrassment, mumble out some nonsense response ("okay, that's fine, I appreciate the time we spent together", which was usually a lie anyway), give them a halfhearted hug and let them go.

Todd, however? The world's worst dominant? She seriously can't believe that Todd of all people is ending things.

Realistically, Y/N doesn't really care that Todd isn't interested in dominating her anymore. He was shit at aftercare and only paid attention to maintaining a sexual relationship, as opposed to an emotional one, too. (Y/N's profile specifically said that she was looking for a dominant inside and outside of the bedroom.) So, when it comes down to it, it's fine that Todd is putting a stop to their rather lackluster relationship, but Y/N is unprepared.

Typically, at this point, she already has a date with another dominant lined up for 24 hours from now. She's already talking to other people, listing out her hard limits and what she's looking for, maybe even switching her photos around to change things up after being on this god forsaken website for a year and a half.

And maybe she, too, was so unsatisfied with Todd that she wasn't paying enough attention to realize the end was coming.

But with her slightly squinted eyes and half-open jaw, it must seem that she's in some sort of immediate stage of heartbreak (she's not, she's just surprised), because Todd goes to sling his arm around her shoulders and presses a kiss to the side of her head.

"It's not you, babe, it's me," he says, and it makes Y/N want to elbow him in the ribs, "Really, you were great. Fantastic every time. Just think I'm looking for someone a little bit more... emotionally stable, y'know?"

That's what breaks Y/N out of her trance, so she quickly rises from her couch and wordlessly opens the front door.

"Thanks. You can go now."

With furrowed eyebrows, Todd stands up, as if he was expecting her to get down on her knees and grovel at his feet, begging him to stay.

"See, this is what I'm talking about, babe— one second you're all quiet and mousey, and the next you're trying to boss me around like I'm the submissive," he feens offense as he pulls his sneakers on, "I think you should probably get your brain together before you start seeing someone else, it's a real mindfuck."

"Okay," Y/N smiles tightly, gesturing outside to the chilly evening. "See you around, Todd."

The confused expression remains on Todd's face but thankfully, he leaves without another word. Y/N lets out a deep sigh as she shuts the door behind him and locks it up. She grabs one of the leftover muffins she made at work today, plops down on the couch, and turns on the TV to find a show to fall asleep to.

. . .

If Harry's being honest, the bar is the last place he wants to be right now.

And he would be at home if he hadn't blown his friends off for the past three weeks, and Claire hadn't stopped by his desk while he was packing his things up, threatening to kidnap him if he wasn't planning on attending this evening.

He feels bad, especially because he knows he has the tendency to prioritize work over his friends, so he shoots her a tight smile and tells her to lead the way.

So now he's at their usual booth in the corner, slowly nursing a lukewarm beer that he'd ordered an hour ago when they arrived. He's halfway listening to a story Lea is telling about her shitty on-again, off-again boyfriend, occasionally suppressing the urge to yawn. He glances down at the watch on his wrist to read the time and promises himself that he'll stay another 30 minutes before ducking out.

Truthfully, he's bored, and he's tired, and his bed is calling to him in a way that's almost painful. He occupies himself by people-watching, trying to guess who's on first dates or, like him and his friends, getting together for weekly drinks. It's only then that he zeroes in on her — Y/N, that is — sitting alone at the bar top, slightly hunched over as she taps on her phone, a glass of wine in the other hand.

Harry doesn't know Y/N that well. He knows that she went to college with Naomi, who started inviting her to things around a year ago, and now she's always just around. He's unsure if she actually likes any of them besides Naomi, though — she's quiet and introverted, which Harry respects and understands, but the one-on-one conversations they've had are few and far between.

But that's why his interest is piqued in the first place. He's never witnessed her sitting alone at the bar, and a twinge of concern fires through him as he watches her. He clears his throat and turns back to the table, unintentionally cutting Lea off.

"Is Y/N okay?" he asks, jabbing his thumb in the direction of the bar.

"What? I didn't even know she was here," Lea says as she peers over with a shrug, "Seems fine to me."

She continues on with her story and Harry rolls his eyes, grabbing his pint and striding over to where Y/N is sitting. He props himself up on the stool next to her and waves the bartender down, pointing to his glass.

"Hey, Y/N," Harry greets easily as his glass gets refilled. She looks up from her phone and immediately locks it, as if he's tearing her from some deep thinking, surprised that anyone would come to bother her in a busy pub. "How are you?"

With slightly parted lips, she looks a bit bewildered. "Um... I'm fine. How are you, Harry?"

He swallows, glancing down at the half-full glass of white wine she's drinking. He's never actually seen her drunk, despite near-weekly meetups at this pub. She seems tipsy, not fully under water, though decently buzzed.

"I'm good, thanks," he forces a smile onto his lips as an effort to seem as though he's not concerned for her wellbeing. "I saw you over here and realized I didn't even say hi to you."

Y/N shrugs. "I didn't really feel like socializing tonight. Naomi kind of dragged me here."

"Ah, Claire did the same to me," Harry replies understandingly, nodding his head, "Said she'd kidnap me if I didn't come out."

She scoffs at that before tilting the glass back towards her lips, taking another hearty gulp. He doesn't miss the thin wince she makes as the liquid touches her tongue, swallowing it down quickly.

"Is it 'cos you got broken up with, too?"

Harry's eyes widen at her question, but she's already looked past him, zoning out with a bleary look.

"Oh... I'm sorry, Y/N. Do you want to talk about it?"

He's not great at emotional conversations, especially with people he barely knows, but he supposes it's a decent explanation for why she's in this state. He's content with lending a shoulder to cry on, he decides, because he doubts Naomi had done the same.

"It wasn't really a breakup, it's fine," she mutters with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We weren't dating, is what I mean."

Although she attempts at some sort of explanation, Harry's still confused, but he nods as if he understands.

"Was it like a friends with benefits situation?" he guesses, and she shrugs noncommittally.

"Kind of."

"So it was complicated, then," Harry murmurs. He gets that — he's been there a thousand times over, and he understands the pain associated with those types of situations.

"It wasn't," she shakes her head, and now Harry knows she's just spewing out drunken nonsense, "He was my... dominant. Or tried to be. He was really fucking shitty at it."

Dominant?

The familiar word echoes through the chambers of Harry's mind. He's certainly not unacquainted with dominant and submissive dynamics, but he's shocked — more than, really — that Y/N refers to a typically taboo word in such a casual way. He chalks it up to the alcohol, but he's still surprised that Y/N even had a dominant to begin with.

"I met him on one of those stupid seeking arrangements websites, which honestly never produces good results," Y/N continues, making Harry's eyes widen even more. He's sure that she would never reveal this information to any of their mutual friends, let alone him of all people. "Every dom I've had from there has been... whatever. But he was particularly awful, and he just ended things out of nowhere. Normally I like to have someone else lined up, but... yeah."

Even in her alcohol-fueled state, Y/N realizes that she's rambling, providing far too many personal details to Harry, who she rarely talks to. She knows she'll be ridiculously embarrassed by the entire evening as soon as the wine drunk haze wears off, but for now, Harry's on the receiving end of her secrets.

Harry clears his throat and straightens his posture, sitting up a little taller. "Well, you said it yourself. Those sites are shitty, the dominants on there are usually just looking to experiment for the first time and they don't know what they're doing. The local BDSM community is your best bet... clubs and gatherings and such."

Y/N wrinkles her eyebrows and peers at Harry beside her. He's looking straight ahead and nibbling on his bottom lip, his hand firmly grasped around his glass. She doesn't know much about Harry besides the fact that he works at some large company with a relatively well-off position. He's gorgeous, of course, and has flings with people here and there but otherwise, her knowledge of what him is... well, almost non-existent.

It wasn't totally impossible — the likelihood that Harry, like Y/N, was involved in similar sexual dynamics. She wouldn't classify herself as part of the BDSM community, but perhaps it was because she'd never dove headfirst into learning about it outside of what she's interested in. She felt that what she looked for in a dominant was rather... specific.

"Do you... are you...?" Y/N doesn't quite know how to phrase the question, "are you a dom?" without sounding like a total creep, so she allows him to fill in the blanks. His throat bobs as he takes a sip of his beer, shrugging his shoulders tersely.

"Yeah," he finally answers. "Not very consistently, I guess, but I'll take on a sub a few times year. Usually for a few months."

She nods slowly, squinting her eyes a bit as she tries to picture it. She's not sure what type of dominant Harry is — whether he's sweet and soft, or tough and enjoys pushing his subs to their limit each and every time — but regardless, the mere thought of it is enough to make her squeeze her thighs.

"What about you?" he asks, shifting his position to face her. "It sounds like you go through doms kind of... quickly."

Y/N hums, "Kind of, I guess. I think I have kind of... like, particular needs, and not everyone is interested in it."

It's the most they've ever spoken to one another, and Harry doesn't even think before he's asking her what exactly she looks for in a dominant. He's immediately embarrassed — he doesn't know what made him question her so openly, but he can't help his curiosity.

She waves his slight exasperation off, clearly not offended by his press for details.

"Can I just ask that you don't tell anyone?" Y/N says, looking at the man sitting next to her. "It's like, a little embarrassing, and I've never told our friends about it. Not even Naomi."

"Of course," Harry quips. He's always been good at keeping those types of things under wraps — he didn't believe anyone had anything to gain by learning about someone's sexual interests.

"I... I guess I have some trauma stemming from childhood that I've worked through in recent years. It's not important to this, but I tend to look for dominants who fulfill more of a caretaker role. I like to be... taken care of. In certain ways."

Her cheeks flush as the words leave her mouth as he listens to her closely. He's not sure if he's reading between the lines, looking too far into her explanation, but he gets it. He thinks.

"So... a daddy dom?" Harry asks softly. Y/N rolls her lips into her mouth and nods curtly.

"That's nothing to be embarrassed about," he murmurs once he receives confirmation, "A lot of people like that type of relationship. I can understand why you'd be interested in it, especially if you have trauma."

She shrugs. "A lot of people think it's weird, too."

"Sure, but those aren't the people you should be seeking relationships out with," Harry replies easily, "What do you look for specifically? I'm sure we could find someone for you in the community."

Y/N lets a deep breath out, rolling her neck to each of her shoulders. She can't believe they're having this conversation in public, but she'd be lying if she said Harry wasn't easy to talk to. Plus, at the night went on, more people filed out of the bar considering it was a weekday.

"It's not necessarily age play I'm after, which I think a lot of people think is what I want," she explains, "Just like... a caregiver, I guess, that's there for me both in and out of the bedroom. I, um... on bad days, fall into a... headspace, and it's very difficult to navigate that on my own. If that makes sense."

"Makes perfect sense," Harry nods. "Are you looking for punishments and such?"

"Yeah." she breathes, nibbling at her lip as she crosses her legs, attempting to mitigate the dull throbbing in her core.

"Y/N, do you have my number?"

She swallows as she peers up at him through her eyelashes, shaking her head. He puts his hand out and she grabs her phone, placing it in his palm. He taps at the screen and she assumes he's putting his information in her contacts.

"Claire drove me here so I can't give you a ride home, but I'm gonna order you an Uber so you can head home," he murmurs lowly, handing her phone back to her. "Text me tomorrow. Can we get together after work?"

Y/N nods with slightly rounded eyes, making him smile gently. He realizes she must be more depraved than he thought if she's already slipping into her little space from an act as simple from that.

"Keep it together 'til you get home," Harry says with a quirked eyebrow, though embarrassment quickly washes over Y/N's body. He chuckles as she blushes, patting her thigh lightly. "I'll walk you out."

She grabs her bag and follows him out of the bar, welcoming the autumnal chill as it pimples her skin.

"Are you gonna slip on the way back?"

Y/N looks up to see Harry towering over her, a concerned expression on his face.

"N-no. I'm fine."

He continues analyzing her for a moment or two more before he finally nods once. "Okay. If you feel yourself getting there, call me."

"I won't. I promise."

Harry hums as a black sedan rolls up to the curb. He checks to make sure it's the correct license plate before guiding her to the car and holding the door open for her. She gets in the backseat and he nods at the driver, murmuring down at her, "seatbelt on."

She complies readily and he smiles, patting her head softly. "Message me when you get home. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay. Thank you, Harry."

20 minutes later when he receives a text from her stating that she's made it home safely, he already knows he'll do anything to be her dominant.

. . .

Harry half expects Y/N to pretend like last night ever happened.

He would understand it if she did. She was tipsy, revealing intimate details about her sexual preferences pertaining to BDSM. No one else from their friend group knew. It just ended up coming out for both of them — Harry doesn't parade his dominant role in the bedroom all around town, but if someone he knows asks, he's happy to admit to it and talk more about it. He's not ashamed by any means, but he can tell that Y/N is. She prefaced her explanation by stating that she has trauma — and really, who doesn't? — and hinted that dominants in the past have found her requests to be weird.

Harry doesn't think the whole daddy dom thing is strange. He understands it, especially pertaining to a psychological, healing level. He's never engaged in that sort of dynamic before, typically sticking to scratching the itch his submissives usually had, whether it be getting tossed around a little, orgasm denial, or being tied up. He was happy to do what made them happy, but he usually kept it in the bedroom.

The thought of taking up a caregiver role in Y/N's life made his spine tingle.

He's always been interested in her — not even in a romantic or sexual way, he's always just found her fascinating. She's quiet and shy, beautiful, and the definition of a wallflower. Naomi brought her in one day and she just never left. It's been a year since then and Harry doesn't think she's spoken more than 15 words to the others.

And so, with all of this knowledge under his belt, he spends his day at work worrying his bottom lip between his teeth and constantly unlocking his phone. When he gets home that evening, narrowly avoiding Claire's proposal at more social interaction, he's lost all hope, even though he did tell her to text him when she was finished with work. He's properly pouting as he sits on his couch, knees to his chest, when his phone lights up on the coffee table in front of him.

From: Y/N Y/L/N

hey harry:) first of all, im so sorry about last night. i was clearly having a tough day and i definitely took advantage of u being willing to chat with me, so im sorry if i revealed too much or took you away from everyone else.. i know u don't go out often and im really sorry if i ruined it

im also not sure if you still have interest in what we talked about last night w helping me find someone... its totally ok if you've changed ur mind or you were just drunk or whatever. again, i know i was being a lot so no worries!! sorry! just lmk :)

Harry's heart squeezes as he reads over her repeated apologies. In two texts, she said variations of "I'm sorry" four times. She thought she had ruined his night in some way when it was the complete opposite.

His thumbs hover over the screen as he thinks of a response. He's over the moon that she still decided to text him and that she'd avoiding the path of pretending nothing happened. In all honesty, he's unsure if he could live with himself when he had all those images and thoughts of her in his head, knowing that they'd just moved on from it.

Hey Y/N. Please don't apologize for last night, I had a really nice time talking to you. I'm definitely still interested. Are you available tonight?

She's quick in her reply, which makes him smile. He can imagine the way she's probably alternating between biting her lip and picking at the skin around her fingernails, both of which he assumed were nervous habits that he picked up on last night.

ok if you say so.. and yes im free! i was planning on ordering some takeout if ur interested, i don't really have any food here that isn't a baked good lol

Harry chuckles at that. Claire mentioned once that Y/N works at the bakery close to the park he does his morning jogs through. When he passes by at early sunrise, the windows are often illuminated with a warm glow, and he wonders if it's coming from her.

That's okay, I was planning on cooking if you'd like me to bring you some. I have ingredients for a stir fry. Would that be okay?

She replies with what he can only describe as a bashful but affirmative answer (only if you're sure!! but that sounds great!) and sends a second message with her address. He's beaming as he chops up vegetables and sautes them up rice noodles and homemade peanut sauce, indulging in the simple act of cooking for Y/N.

Last night, after he'd gotten home from the bar, he'd done some research on daddy dom relationships. He knew of them, but if he was going to offer being Y/N's, he wanted to ensure that he was knowledgable on anything she could want. He learned that there were many different facets of that type of dynamic, some of which he was comfortable with and some of which he wasn't. Like any other dominant and submissive relationship, hard and soft limits would be discussed, but this one, Harry realized, wouldn't just consist of kinks he had no interest in engaging in.

As he spoons the finished stir fry into a plastic container to take to Y/N's, his stomach brews with butterflies. He's never expressed interest in dominating someone he already knows in real life. Those relationships existed purely in the confides of the bedroom. It's a commitment, he understands, to engage in such an agreement with her.

So why isn't he scared?

. . .

"This is delicious, Harry," Y/N all but moans over her serving of stir fry, chopsticks in hand. He smiles before biting into a piece of broccoli coated in peanut sauce.

"I'm glad you like it. It's a go-to dish for me, especially on weekdays when I'm exhausted from work."

She hums, nodding thoughtfully as she chews. A temporary silence takes over as they eat, ended by Harry eventually clearing his throat and gently placing his bowl on the table.

"So, about finding you a dom," he says, and her eyes perk up slightly, as if she's an over-excited puppy. "I have a proposition."

"Oh, you found someone already?"

"Sort of," Harry answers vaguely, "I think— well, no, I know. I would be interested in taking that place."

Y/N raises her eyebrows. She sets her own bowl of food on the table and purses her lips as she chews the rest of the contents in her mouth.

"I don't think you want that." she says gently.

"Why?" he shoots back, a near immediate response, "I spent all night and day thinking about it. I do."

Y/N sighs, "Because it's more than just spanking me when I have an attitude with you or cooking me a meal. I can be a lot, Harry, and it's the reason why I've gone through so many dominants already."

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you go through so many because they're the problem?" Harry asks. "You lay it all out on the table, right? You tell them exactly what you're looking for. Everything you told me last night."

She nods.

"And they still agree. You tell them you want a dominant outside of the bedroom, too, that the 'daddy' role you're looking for is a caretaker," Harry continues, "So how does that make you the issue?"

"Because what I'm looking for is... unconventional," she fights back, convinced in her stance. "Guys think the whole daddy thing is hot until... until I actually need them."

"It's not unconventional, Y/N. I did a ton of research last night. There are a million sites explaining what a DDLG relationship is and what it can consist of. The things that go into it on both sides, but especially on the dominant's. I'm not saying I know everything about being one, but I've at least cared to learn."

Y/N sighs and rolls her lips into mouth. She'll admit, she's impressed. She's not sure any guy she's ever been with has done that.

"So... what would you want, then?" Y/N asks, her voice softened.

"Well, I definitely have limits, but it's mainly dependent on what you're interested in," Harry explains. She finds that he's far too nonchalant for his own good, and the casual nature of his tone makes her even more nervous.

"If you did some research then I'm sure you learned about the extents it can go to," she says thoughtfully and he nods, resting his chin in his palm, "I don't have a desire for the more extreme things. Diapers and pacifiers and all that."

"Okay."

She's taken aback by his lack of response — part of her expected some sort of "oh, thank god" — but she's starting to wonder if Harry just simply exists in a nonjudgmental space. One that she's very much not used to.

"I just want someone to take care of me," she eventually forced out, setting her gaze on her bare thighs, a pair of lavender sweatshorts hung around her hips. "I can be bratty both in bed and out. I like to be put in my place. I enjoy being teased and humiliated. I like punishments and being pushed to my limits, even if I give you a hard time about it. I've been described as a handful when I'm feeling... little."

Harry had read a decent amount about "little space" last night. He'd dominated some partners to the point of falling into subspace, but little space seemed to differ. With his base knowledge on submission, he was able to tell that she was slipping into hers last night, giving him the inkling that making decisions for her and taking away the guess work was something she liked.

"I'm sure you're not, but all of those things are fine by me," Harry replies easily, "What do you like when you're feeling little?"

"It depends on what put me there. If I had a bad day at work, I like a bath and you cooking for me... I get really touchy. If it happens from a sexual scenario, it can be quite difficult to pull me out. But I get really quiet... I'll be more pliable, allow you to throw me around. I'll usually cry, but if you're doing things correctly, they won't be bad tears. Just from overwhelm."

"What sexual scenarios put you there?"

She clears her throat, her tongue thick in her mouth. Thinking about these things is enough to make her slip, but she won't disclose that. At least not right now.

"A number of things... edging or orgasm denial, being tied up and gagged. Anal since it requires trust and prepping. Any type of punishment, but especially spanking."

Harry's nodding his head as she speaks, apparent that he's processing everything she's telling him. He's not surprised by anything, per se, considering he's open to different experiences and nothing seems undoable. It's as if he's making a mental list, adding a separate section to his brain with Y/N's name plastered over it, filing away the information.

"What about when you're not feeling little?" Harry proceeds with little befuddlement, "What does the ideal dominant look like for you then?"

"Um... still just loving and caring. I likely won't be as bratty. More... in control of myself, I suppose," Y/N murmurs in reflection. "I would still like to have scenes with you when I'm not in that headspace, if that's alright. I'm not sure if it would be crossing a boundary."

"Of course." he answers readily without a blink of doubt, "When I embark on a dominant and submissive relationship, I don't like to half-ass it. I don't think there's a point in only asking for me when you need me. You'll never find comfort in me when you're feeling small."

Her heart warms at that, flutters in her tummy making it difficult to hide the smile curling at her lips. She assumes that she should've guessed Harry would be good at this type of thing; she's witnessed how deeply he cares for people. Even when they barely knew each other, he always greeted Y/N like they'd known one another for years, asking about her job at the bakery (she doesn't even remember if she told him he worked at one) and what sweets they were creating nowadays.

She thinks Harry just has a way of making people feel special.

It's what makes her core tingle, squeezing her thighs together for a semblance of relief as she rolls her lips into her mouth. She can feel herself starting to dampen in her underwear and she glances down at Harry's lower half, peeking through her eyelashes to see if he has a growing bulge.

"Do you think we can do a scene tonight, maybe?" Y/N asks softly, glancing back up at his eyes.

Harry chuckles. "I take it you think I'd be a good fit for you then."

"Mhm."

"You're cute," he smirks and pinches her thigh lightly, "No scenes tonight though. I can come over tomorrow, but I want to properly feed you and make sure you're hydrated before we do anything."

Y/N nods as she nibbles on her bottom lip. If she's being honest, she wants nothing more than to crawl into Harry's lap, parting her thighs and grinding into him while he babbles dirty words into her ear. She's always found him attractive, but knowing that he's willing to cater to her own sexual desires lights a fire deep in her stomach.

"I'm gonna head home, but I'm looking forward to getting started with you," Harry says with a small smile, "Oh, one more thing — no touching yourself tonight."

Her eyes widen as he stands from the couch, ready to grovel; they haven't even begun doing anything yet and he's already telling her what to do—

"Y/N," Harry growls, reaching up to grab her face. He squishes her cheeks together and her pupils broaden, surprised by his sudden change in demeanor. "Nod if you understand."

She nods.

"Good girl. I'll text you when I'm coming over tomorrow. I'll bring you dinner again."

Again, she nods.

"Say 'thank you', Y/N."

"Thank you, daddy."

Harry's lips curl into a smirk, releasing his grasp. "Oh, we're gonna have fun together."

. . .

The next day, Y/N can't stop squirming.

It's to the point where her co-workers notice that she's jumpier than normal, clumsy in her icing and piping when she's normally spot-on and nearly perfect in her efforts. She hears from Harry a few times throughout the day — he texts her in the morning and during his lunch break, checking in to see how she's doing, and it makes her entire body swarm with butterflies. He asks if she's eating a proper lunch (she's not), scolds her for it (which she secretly enjoys), and then tells her he'll make her something for her to take to work tomorrow.

Thankfully, she doesn't have a closing shift today, so she's done at a little past 6 pm. It's to her surprise, though, when she's peeling off her flour-coated apron, she spots Harry standing outside the bakery, a cozy cardigan and a graphic t-shirt covering his body.

Y/N has to do a double take. He didn't say anything about meeting her at work this evening, but he has to be here for her, doesn't he?

After sliding her jacket on and grabbing her tote bag, she exits the bakery, closing the glass door behind her gingerly. Harry turns, his eyes lighting up when he sees her.

"Hey," he greets with a grin, "Have a good day at work?"

"Um, yeah, it was alright. Sorry, did we say you would pick me up? I must've forgotten—"

"Oh, no," Harry shakes his head as he jerks his head in the direction of his car, reaching out to slide her bag off of her shoulder. He takes it into his hand, his fingers wrapping around the canvas strap as she shuffles to keep up. "I finished making dinner a little early, figured I'd meet you here. Is that alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that's really nice of you, thank you."

Harry hums as they approach his car. He unlocks the doors and they both get in, but he leans over before she has a chance to buckle herself up, clicking her seatbelt in. It's a small act that makes the butterflies return, but she doesn't comment on it as he starts the engine and begins the short drive back to hers.

"I made us some veggie pasta for dinner tonight. Does that sound good?"

"Delicious," Y/N replies honestly as she watches blurs of warm-toned leaves go by. "Thank you again."

A soft smile appears on his lips as he pulls onto her road. "Of course. How are you feeling?"

"I'm alright. A little tired. Nervous, to be honest."

Harry chuckles and briefly glances over at her, "Yeah? Nothing to be nervous about. We'll take it slow."

She shuffles in her seat and wedges her hands between her thighs. "Just don't want you to judge me, is all."

"I won't, but we did manage to forget to have the conversation on hard sexual limits. Do you mind listing yours?"

She nods. She's done this dance enough times to know the importance of discussing this subject matter, though she doubts there's much Harry could do that wouldn't be a turn-on for her.

"Um, any bathroom things, fisting, foot stuff... I'm fine with anal as long as we agree upon doing it beforehand. And if you're going to inflict physical pain on me, that's fine, but I'd prefer it if we built up to it — so, like, starting with spanking then the belt or a paddle."

"Sure, that makes perfect sense. I like to have conversations with my subs after we do a scene, so we can see how you feel about what we did," he pulls into a parking spot outside of her home, yanking the key from the ignition, "And, just so you know — no anal tonight and no spanking unless you deserve it."

He taps her cheek gently with his spare hand and she flushes as she unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car. She follows him up to her front door and fishes her keys from the pocket of her jacket, unlocking it and stepping inside.

"Are y'alright with the traffic light system?" Harry questions as he sets her bag down on the slim table placed in the entryway.

"Yeah. My safe word is yarn, just FYI."

He wrinkles his eyebrows and pulls a few to-go containers out from his own bag. He opens his mouth to question her but she puts her hand up to stop him.

"I like to crochet. Don't make fun of me for it."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Harry murmurs, traipsing in the direction of her kitchen, "Go change out of your work clothes and put something pretty on for me, angel girl."

She's happy to comply, immediately feeling giddy at Harry telling her what to do from the get-go. When she gets upstairs and to her bedroom, she meanders over to the drawer she has for evenings like this. It's filled with lacy bodysuits and ruffly underwear, knee high socks, and pastel lingerie. Eager to rid her body of the jeans and sweater she wore all day, she opts for a sheer pink bralette and matching shorts that barely cover her bum. It's a sweet set that she personally likes, but she can't help the slight worry that Harry won't enjoy it as much as she does.

She's already meandering into her little headspace as she heads back downstairs. Harry's already plated up their dinner, complete with small servings of a side salad. He looks up as soon as he hears her soft padding across the length of the living room, his jaw falling slack at her appearance.

"Look at you," he coos, standing from the couch and closing the distance between them, "You look beautiful."

Y/N licks her lips, keeping her gaze low. She feels herself slipping, but for once, she's not scared of letting it happen.

"What's wrong, little one?" Harry asks gently, pressing his pointer finger and thumb to her chin, raising her head, "Are you feeling small already?"

She nods, her eyes round.

"Mm, that was quick. Just from daddy taking care of you and putting on these pretty little clothes, huh?"

Again, she nods.

"Alright. Let's get some food in your belly and then daddy can play with you a bit?"

This time, she shakes her head.

"No? No scene tonight?" Harry guesses through furrowed brows.

"Wanna play now, please."

"Ahhhh," he nods, understanding now that she's looking to skip out on dinner. "Gotta eat first, baby. Then we'll play."

Y/N pouts and he chuckles, wrapping his fingers around her wrist and tugging her towards the couch.

"C'mon. You can sit in my lap, hm?"

Still in the trousers he wore to work today, Harry settles back against the couch. He pulls her body into his, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her steady.

"Is this good?" he asks softly, catching the shell of her ear.

"Yes." she peeps, nibbling on her lip.

"Alright baby, grab your food for me. Gotta eat at least half before we do anything."

Wringing her hands in her lap, Y/N doesn't move. Harry runs his fingertips along the length of her arm, nosing at her shoulder.

"Would you... daddy, I..."

Her voice trails off and his heart squeezes, eager to coax whatever she's trying to say out of her.

"Ask, honey. Use your words." he encourages tenderly.

She forces the words out, even if they feel humiliating despite her clouded head. "Can you feed me, please?"

Harry hums. He won't say it in the moment because he can tell the request was difficult to muster out, but his entire body feels infinitely softer. He leans forward to grab her serving, scooping some pasta on the fork.

"Y'gonna be good and eat for me now?"

She nods, "I will. Thank you, daddy."

He murmurs out a you're welcome, continuing the quiet pattern of feeding her, watching her chew and swallow, and going back for more. He doesn't let her get off without eating a few bites of salad, chuckling gently at her quiet protests.

"Still feeling good?" Harry asks, setting her empty bowl back on the coffee table.

"Mhm. Playtime now?"

He smiles and nods, carefully shimmying her body off his lap. "Why don't you go upstairs and wait for me? Daddy needs to eat too."

Y/N shakes her head and sinks to the carpet, pressing her chin to his knee. "Wanna be close, please."

"Yeah?" Harry chuckles, grabbing his own bowl of pasta, "Okay, baby, you can sit there but no touching. I know you're nearly gagging for my cock."

He watches as she shivers, nibbling on her bottom lip and shifting her position slightly so her cheek is smushed against his thigh. He laughs quietly and threads his fingers through her hair, quickly eating his own portion. He can't deny that he's just as excited to get started — he, too, has been thinking about this all day, deciding what positions he'd fold her body into, if he'd edge her or overstimulate her with orgasm upon orgasm. He didn't want to fully push her limits so quickly — he wanted to create a foundation of trust between each other, but he couldn't help the inevitable daydreams that clouded his day.

He finishes his food quickly, tapping her head playfully to alert her that he's done. She lifts her head and he takes in her moony gaze, his heart thumping quickly in his chest at how sweet she looks.

"Upstairs, bunny. Hands and knees, bum in the air, okay?" He plucks at her bottom lip as he grants her guidance, her eyes fluttering shut, relieved to finally be getting instructions. She scurries up to her bedroom, listening to Harry putter around as he places their dirty dishes in the sink. As he asks, she lets her knees meld into the foamy texture of the mattress. With her cheek pressed against the pillow, she folds her legs and maneuvers her lower half into his requested position.

It feels like an eternity before Y/N hears Harry enter the room, shutting the door behind him. He doesn't move to remove any of his clothes, instead kneeling onto the bed behind her.

"You've been doing so good for daddy, haven't you, baby?"

She knows it's a rhetorical question but she nods into the plushy pillow, wiggling her butt. He chuckles and allows his palms to roam the expanse of her skin, from the bottoms of her thighs up to the swell of her ass. She keens at the feel of his touch, already obsessed with the way his large hands fit over her body.

"We won't be doing too much tonight, but I'll be asking for your color consistently. I want you to use your safe word at any point you deem necessary. Is that clear?"

Y/N nods her head and hums, though her answer is slightly muffled by the fluff of the pillow.

He continues rubbing slow circles into the globes of her ass, intent on getting her to feel as relaxed as possible. He can tell she's excited — he is, too — but above anything, he wants her to be calm.

"I brought some toys and things for us to play with," Harry continues, her ears perking up, "Can you tell me your color for each of them? It's perfectly okay if it changes at some point. I'd just like an idea of what you want."

Y/N has never had someone care this much — every time a dominant brought a toy to a session, he'd thrown it in there haphazardly. A vibrator turned up way too high, terribly knitted rope and, the worst by far, a butt plug that wasn't lubed whatsoever.

So she's keening over the care Harry puts into his role, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as he shuffles off the bed for a moment and slings the tote bag onto the comforter. She still can't see a thing that he's doing, but as she floats into a comfortable cloudy mindset, she becomes more and more content with letting him make the rules.

"Okay, baby. Know you want daddy to make the decisions but I need you to be good for me and tell me what you're comfortable with," Harry murmurs, his fingertips dancing along the soft material of her waistband. He doesn't dip below or tug them down; it more so feels like a reminder of what can come if she's good. "Tying your wrists with silk ties. Color?"

Her pussy pulsates at the immediate vision of her arms tied high above her head, unable to touch herself or him. "Mm. Green."

"And what about your legs? Are you okay with rope, or would you prefer silk down there, too?"

"Either one, daddy. Green for both."

Harry hums, dipping down to slowly press light kisses down the length of her spine. She shivers at the sensation of his soft lips making contact with her skin for the first time. "A vibrator for your cute little pussy?"

"Green," she whimpers as his hands find purchase on her hips.

"Can daddy use his mouth on you?" he asks, the low vibrations of his voice making her core leak with arousal. "On your pussy?"

"Yes, yes," Y/N nearly pleads, bucking her hips up against his grasp. He tuts softly, and she can imagine the way his tongue flicks up against his two front bunny teeth, a look of disappointment painted over his face.

"Be patient, bunny. Don't need you squirming around just 'cos you wanna be touched."

She wants to groan out when he removes his hands from her skin but resists the urge, especially because he just told her to be patient (something Y/N has never been good at). She feels like it's a punishment in and of itself — he's barely done anything, but she can still feel the phantom kisses he placed down her back, and the skin stretching over her hips somehow feels lonely without his large palms pawing at it.

"On your back." Harry suddenly instructs. She's quick to obey, rolling over onto the plush duvet. He's fast in his movements and already kneeling above her, wrapping her wrists together and fastening a bow with pink silk. "Have you used these before? Do you know how to get out of them if you need to?"

Y/N nods. She knows that she can simply pull her wrists apart to quickly dissolve the knot, instantly freeing herself.

"Good girl. Daddy's gonna use rope for your legs, okay? Use your safe word or red if you need."

She has to admit, she's immediately impressed with Harry's apparent knowledge of bondage. She's been tied up many times before, but if she had to guess how many times someone's properly tied her hands, breasts, or legs with rope, it would likely only be once or twice.

A wet gasp leaves her mouth when she realizes Harry isn't just tying her ankles down to the bed post. Instead, he's pressing her calves into the backs of her thighs, the slight burn of the rope pressing into her flesh in the most delicious way. Although she's able to close her legs, the knots still remove most of her mobility, especially with her arms tucked above her head.

After finishing with her legs, Harry stands from the bed, still in his tee-shirt and trousers. He admires his work from above with a devilish smirk on his face, making Y/N's skin warm.

"Aren't you just a wet dream?" he mocks lightly, trailing his fingertips up and along her knee, "All tied up and absolutely useless, hm? Can't even get out of bed, can you?"

Y/N shakes her head, her bottom lip beginning to wobble at his teasing. Everything about the scene is already so intense, the build-up so delicious and consuming and— fuck, he hasn't even touched her yet.

"You just need your daddy to do everything for you, don't you?" Harry continues, kneeling into the mattress. His hands find the insides of her thighs and he pushes them apart, but his eyes don't even fall to her core, instead keeping them square on her wide-eyed gaze. "Helpless little baby, aren't you? Say it. Say your daddy's helpless baby."

"I'm— I'm daddy's helpless baby." she stammers out, her tongue heavy in her mouth.

"Are you gonna cry already, bunny?" he asks, his lips curling up into a wicked smirk, "Haven't even fuckin' done a thing and you're crying over being tied up. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Wanted daddy to make all your choices? Get all cock dumb and drunk on my cum?"

She nods futilely. She doesn't even realize the wetness pooling in the corners of her eyes, but she feels tears leaking steadily as soon as he mentions it.

"P-please daddy. Wanna be touched."

"Ah, so you do have some thoughts going on up there."

It seems like maybe that's all it takes for Harry to finally cease his mocking, digging into the tote bag at the side of the bed to produce a silicone vibrator. It's light blue and long, with a bulbous head at the tip that she assumes is for stimulating the spongey spot deep inside of her.

He finds a spot between her thighs, kneeling back on his ankles. His hands move up her inner thighs and to the creases of where her legs meet her core, the sheer fabric of her pale pink shorts immediately giving way to the wetness seeping from her hole. Harry nearly groans out at that, the sight going straight to his rock hard cock being strained by layers of clothing.

With a feather light touch, he thumbs over her clit through the material. She immediately jolts and he chuckles, moving his finger to gently stroke over her mound.

"Desperate little thing. Begging for daddy's touch."

"Yes," Y/N mewls at the top of the bed, wiggling against the rough rope, "I need it daddy, please, touch me, I've been so good—"

"Have you?" he asks, retrieving his hand, "All you've done is do as I've asked. If anything, I'm the one that should get rewarded, don't you think? Picked you up from work, fed you, tied you up... sounds like you're just being greedy to me."

"I'm not— t-that is being good, daddy, I didn't touch myself like you said a-and I've earned it, please."

She's fully crying now, tears leaking from her eyes in steadfast streams that it actually makes Harry feel bad. She hasn't even stopped her begging by the time he's pulling her shorts down to reveal her weeping pussy, a soft tsk leaving his mouth.

"Stop pleading, bunny, I'll give you want you're so desperate for," Harry says, grabbing the vibrator. He'd initially planned to work her with his fingers before pressing the toy against her clit and pushing it inside, but he hasn't even spread her open and he can already see the creamy arousal coating her lips. He thinks that if he teases her for much longer, she may just disintegrate into the bed.

So instead, because he's him and he's not a nice dom, he cranks it onto the medium setting and nudges it up against her clit. She instantly gasps out and jerks her hips up at the vibrations, a near-yell leaving her throat. He's aware that every person is different and it'll take him some time to learn her body, but with the way that her legs are already shaking as he uses more pressure to press the toy against the bundle of nerves, he thinks he he's getting somewhere.

"Are you gonna cum already?" Harry asks, his eyebrows knitted together as his eyes rake over her body. Her own eyes are scrunched up, her lips parted as small whimpers escape her throat, beads of sweat beginning to tumble down the slopes and curves of her skin — it's a sight, and he wishes to commit it to memory.

"Y-yes," she admits, nodding quickly, "Can I? Please?"

In response, he transfers the vibrator to his left hand and slowly pushes a finger into her pulsating hole.

"Go ahead."

He strokes once or twice against her g-spot with his finger before she's crumbling, her chest concave with haphazard breaths and her back arched. Moans readily fall from her lips, her pussy squeezing his finger so tight it nearly makes him cum on the spot.

As Y/N comes down from her peak, she recalls Harry saying that they weren't doing anything too crazy today, so she wonders if that's it. If so, she supposes that's fine, but she thinks she'll over him a blowie, offering to let him fuck her face while she's still tied up with silk and rope.

Instead, he cranks the vibrator up another setting and pushes a second finger inside, eliciting a broken groan from her chest.

"Again." Harry instructs, curling his fingers deep inside of her.

"O-oh," Y/N whimpers with shaking thighs and a dizzy head, "Daddy, I—"

"Again, bunny." he repeats, quickening the pace of his fingers. "I want another one. Now."

She quickly realizes that she doesn't know if she'll ever be able to reject Harry, because it only takes a few more pumps of his digits until she's squeezing him again. She's never had two orgasms so close together and she finds that this one is more intense, her muscles not even fully relaxed as they contract around him once again.

Her eyes are still closed when he removes his fingers and she thinks she hears a faint sucking noise, though she can't be sure. He lowers the vibrator setting but keeps it flush against her clit, despite the way her pussy is all but begging for a break.

"Color." Harry demands, his hand finding the backside of her knee.

"G-green," she hiccups through tear-stained cheeks, "Can keep going, daddy. Please."

He nods once, lowering so his stomach is pressed against the mattress now. He finally clicks the toy off and pushes it to the side, pausing his assault on her core before spreading her lips open with his fingers.

"Jesus, you're fuckin' pretty," he mutters, watching as her hole pulsates from two back-to-back orgasms. He spits, the saliva landing on her spread slit, making her gasp. "Who owns this pussy, bunny?"

Y/N's chest is heaving, but she still manages his honorific through wet, splotchy cheeks.

"Say it again." he commands before leaning forward to lick a fat stripe from her hole to her clit.

"It's yours, daddy." she whispers, her hands forming tight fists above her form.

"Good girl. That's what I want you to say when you cum next, okay?"

She doesn't have a chance to question yet another orgasms as his tongue makes contact with her pussy, moaning deeply. He's already obsessed with her taste and she's sure she's never had someone go down on her with this much vigor. She's gulping for air when his tongue darts in and out of her hole before licking up to her clit, lips wrapped around the nub as he sucks harshly, whines sounding from her mouth at the sensitivity.

Y/N has never understood the phrase "making out with her pussy" until this exact moment.

She doesn't even know if he's coming up for air much, but he's quick to figure out the pattern that makes her thighs shake. Messy sounds come from below as he slurps at the arousal leaking from her, using the width of his tongue to lick upwards to her clit over and over again.

"Daddy!" Y/N squeals, jerking her hips involuntarily, only to be pressing her core even closer to his mouth, "Please, I— I think—"

"Cum." he mutters into her, suckling at her clit with such fervor that Y/N genuinely thinks she may pass out.

She doesn't, though, but the intensity of her orgasm claws up her body rapidly, loud cries bubbling up her throat as she repeats clamors of, "it's yours daddy, your pussy, it's yours."

She feels him press chaste kisses against her mound as he gently begins to untie the ropes, slowly easing her legs out of their angled positions. Once they're free, he helps her stretch them outward, continuing his trail of kisses up her body until he's straddling her waist between his thighs.

"Color," Harry murmurs, reaching up to release his wrists from the silk. Her eyes are set on the bulge in his pants and he gently taps her cheek, "Bunny, tell me your color."

"Green, daddy. That looks like it hurts."

She uses her newly freed hands to point at his crotch and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"I'm fine, lovebug. Are you sure you're still green? Looking quite floaty."

"I am," Y/N lulls her head to the side, leaning it against her shoulder as she circles her wrists, "Wanna keep going though. 'm okay."

"Do you remember your safe word?" he questions, grabbing one of her wrists and pressing soft kisses into the skin.

"Mhm."

"What is it?"

"Yarn. 'cos I like to crochet."

Harry grins, relieved that she isn't too far off the deep end. He finds her to be especially adorable when she's in her little space, the moony gaze in her eyes removing any traces of stress from her day-to-day life.

"That's right, baby," he replies, pulling off his tee-shirt. "Daddy's gonna fuck you now. Is that alright?"

"Yes, please. But I don't think I wanna cum again."

He hums and nods, unbuckling his pants and kicking them off his legs, "That's perfectly fine, bunny. You got daddy so hard that I don't think it'll take much for me to cum."

Y/N giggles at that and makes grabby hands at him, making him chuckle. "Off, please," she says, pointing to the briefs straining his cock.

"You're such a polite little girl, did you know that?" Harry asks as he pushes his underwear down, settling in between her legs.

"Daddy's polite girl."

If his cock wasn't painfully hard right now, he might've laughed at her repeating his words. Unfortunately, an hour of overstimulating Y/N and watching her writhe beneath his grasp, all tied up with no choice but to just take it — he's shivering at the images of it, and he knows he needs to cum within the next five minutes or his dick will surely fall off.

"Gonna push in, okay?" Harry asks softly, rubbing circles into her hip, "Remember, tell me if you need to stop. Daddy will always listen to you."

Y/N nods her head, blinking away the leftover moisture in her eyes from her bout of cries earlier. She knows that if she didn't feel so comfortable with him, there's no way she would be this far in her little space right now, where she just wants him to take and take until he's satisfied. It's maybe happened three or four times in the past with a dom she had that was actually pretty good, but she knows now doesn't even begin to measure up with Harry.

When his cock pops through her tight walls, it's a bit of a stretch, but she's wet enough with arousal from three orgasms that it barely burns. Instead, she finds herself enjoying the way her core adapts to his shape — not to mention, he looks gorgeous above her with his eyes squeezed closed and his jaw dropped in a quiet groan.

When she doesn't safe word, Harry starts to move. He takes it slow, knowing that if he immediately starts to pump the full of his length inside of her, it may cause her more pain than pleasure, regardless of how small she's feeling. Her plushy lips part as moans begin to fall from them, hooking her ankles behind his form to bring him closer.

"You're so big, daddy," Y/N breathes out, a strangled whimper coming from Harry. "I love it, I love having you inside me."

"Yeah? My little girl wants her daddy's cock in her all the time?" He pushes through grit teeth, his jaw flexing as he begins to quicken his strokes, "Tell me, bunny. Tell me how much you want daddy."

"Oh—," she mewls as he begins to brush up against her g-spot, "I want it always daddy, I-I need it— oh, god— please daddy, please—"

"Sweet little girl sounds so pretty when she begs," He says as he takes one of his palms and presses it against her lower stomach, "This pretty pussy is mine now. You hear me? It's daddy's pussy."

"Yes, yes— fuck, it's yours daddy!"

Harry growls — actually growls — and shifts his hand down to smack against her clit, a throaty moan falling from Y/N's mouth.

"Dumb little babies don't curse," he snaps, slapping her clit once more, "Or do you wanna be punished? Not get any of daddy's cum?"

She shakes her head quickly, her eyes nearly rolling back at the sting of pain radiating through her core. "I want it, please!"

"Yeah? Beg for it, bunny."

She does — she pleads and begs and all but grovels on her hands and knees until Harry pulls out and pumps his cock over her, ropes of warm cum painting the skin of her stomach all the way up to her chest. There's so much (like an impressive amount, Y/N thinks), and she wants to scoop it up and taste it, but Harry grabs her wrist and gives her a look before she can.

"If you do that, you will have to call out of work tomorrow."

She giggles and nibbles on her bottom lip, the little headspace she's swimming in telling her to disobey him. He sighs and shakes his head, grabbing the tee-shirt he was wearing earlier and swiping it over her body, ridding her of his cum.

"You're a naughty little thing," he mumbles, tossing the tee-shirt to the floor — he makes a mental note to throw her bedding and everything in the wash once she's out of her little space. "C'mon baby, up. Gonna take a bath now."

"With you, right?" Y/N mumbles with heavy eyes. He nods as he leans down to scoop her up in his arms, guiding them to the bathroom. He sits her on the toilet and she frowns, making him roll his eyes.

"You don't want a UTI. This isn't a sex thing, just pee while I run you a bath."

She does but only because he tells her to, and she knows she'll feel embarrassed about this tomorrow, but she's okay with it right now. He busies himself with turning the water and making sure it's warm before plugging the drain.

"I brought some bubble bath and epsom salts with me but it's in my bag. Can I leave you while I go get those?"

Again, Y/N nods wordlessly and he leans down to press a kiss to her hair. She flushed and wipes while he's gone, and he returns while she's washing her hands.

Harry knows it feels oddly domestic of them to be naked and prepping to take a bath together after an intense scene, especially since this is the first time they've done this. In the back of his mind, he wonders if they should've talked through the implications of them beginning this type of relationship — a ruined friendship being one of them — and he knows it was selfish of him to forgo that conversation altogether.

He ignores his worries and instead helps her into the bubble bath once it's ready, tucking his body in behind hers as soon as she's situated. It's silent between them for the first time in hours as he wraps his arms around her shoulders, lightly massaging her shoulders.

"How are you feeling?" He finally asks after a few moments of quiet.

"Tired," she mumbles, laying back against his broad chest. He can't tell if she's still floaty by her one-word response so he continues rubbing her back, allowing her to sink into the warmth of the bath.

They don’t speak again after that, not until the water goes cold and Y/N almost falls asleep in the comfort of his arms. In the meantime, he makes sure to gently swirl a clean washcloth over her skin, using his favorite lavender scented body wash, and wash her knotty hair. All the while he whispers how special she is, how she’ll never be too much, but especially not to him. He decides it’s okay if she doesn’t hear him because she’s too out of it, but hopes that his words at least seep into her subconscious so she believes the same.

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HI been thinking abt g!p loser yunjin getting emotional during sex 😭 can i request a somno one where she comes home drunk late at night, looking for reader only to see her asleep on their bed! yunny getting hard at the sight and emotional as she remembers their argument, she couldn’t help herself but touch her gf, soft “sorry’s” and “don’t leave me” leaving her mouth as she fucks reader 😖

TW: somno, angst, happy ending ig. Dubcon. Dacryphilia. Yunjin is insecure.

Can I give you g!p loser somno Yunjin? Yes. Is it from the same storyline as the previous posts? Hell no. That baby would never. That one is fluffy fluffy this is a completely different one ok? Ok 🤨. After clarifying that…😈

“Hey, a*hic*nother one, please…” Yunjin said, raising her empty glass, her vision not good enough to catch where the bartender actually was. The guy sighed as he dried a washed glass with a towel.

“Listen kid, we’re already closed. Why don’t you go home already?”

“Home?” Yunjin asked unconsciously, the memories of that day hitting once again.

——————————Flashback—————————

You guys were supposed to get home together after a long day. Yunjin was gonna pick you up after your last class of the day, the orange sky and sunlight hitting against her own hair as she waited for you. She had a nice flower in hand, excited to give it to you. Softly placing it near her nose to smell it one more time, she made herself blushed thinking about your smile once she saw you. However, you were not alone. Her smile dropped right away as she left the flower fall somewhere.

There you were, standing with a friend she very well recognized. It was this one girl from the women soccer team of the university. Yunjin knew her name, everybody knew her name. But she never liked using it, making it clear she did not like this person at all.

“She seems to like you a lot…” she murmured after the first time she saw you talking to Yeji.

“I like her too, she’s a good friend, and she’s friends with Yeojin already so it’s cool” you explained, apparently not getting the message right away.

“Hmmmm, not what I meant but whatever..” she said as her pout got bigger, letting go of your hand and crossing her arms in front of her chest. That’s when you finally noticed.

“Huh Yunjin, are you jealous?” You asked, trying to stop a giggle.

“Maybe? I mean she’s athletic and popular, and you’re so pretty, baby. Who wouldn’t want you? I wouldn’t be surprised if one day you decide you want to give her or somebody else a chance…”

“Omg shut up, that could never happen. I love you. You, Yunjin.” You told her, taking her hand and kissing her cheek. You didn’t have eyes for nobody else but Yunjin, so you didn’t wanna hear none of that nonsense.

“Yeah but still…” she murmured, and you simply sighed and continued walking hand in hand, trying to be extra sweet and clingy to your girl to distract her from those thoughts.

You thought it was cute the first couple times, but then her attitude started becoming more serious every time. It wasn’t your cute girlfriend being a little jealous and protective. It was like a completely different person taking over your sweet girl. You guys have already had more arguments about this situation. They were never too bad.

Until today.

“Oh, hi baby!” You greeted your girlfriend once she met you guys, smiling at her like you did every time, with love and excitement like it was the first time you saw her.

“Hi, Yunjinie.” Yeji tried, as always, to be on the good side of the taller girl. Yunjin just looked at her, nodding at her and humming. She looked back at you.

“Ready to go? Maybe we can go get something to eat at your favorite restaurant before getting home.” She asked while smiling at you only, not wanting to acknowledge the other girl’s presence more than necessary.

“Oh nice! Wanna join us before going home, Yeji?” You asked your friend, knowing she lived very close to your building. Yunjin’s smile left again, rolling her eyes.

“Oh! Actually-”

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be today?” Yunjin murmured, a bored tone that she didn’t try to hide. In her mind, this was the least rude she could be towards Yeji.

“Huh Yunjin…” you warned her, a challenging tone growing in your throat and your eyes telling you weren’t gonna tolerate that.

“It’s ok, y/n.” Yeji said with an awkward laugh, trying to avoid yet another conflict. Unfortunately, she has been present before when your girlfriend showed clearly discomfort with her presence near you. “I can’t go anyways, Lia’s class must be almost done, and we have a date today so…” she commented, a slight blush appearing on the girl’s face. “Anyways, see you later.” The older girl said with a smile, waving her hand as she walked away quickly to go pick up her own girlfriend. You smiled and waved back at her, and once you turned back at Yunjin, her face was still showing she was upset. You shook your head, starting to walk. She followed you behind.

“What, you’re gonna leave me here now?” She asked as you didn’t give her a chance to walk beside you. You rolled your eyes.

“What the fuck, Yunjin?” You asked her as you slowed down a bit so she could catch up. “I’m tired of you being rude to every friend I have. First it was Chaeyoung and Yeojin and now-”

“Yeojin wouldn’t stop touching you! Am I supposed to be ok with that?!” She interrupted you, her voice getting a little louder and shaky.

“And now!” You interrupted her back, making her go quiet. “She barely looks me in the eye when you’re present ‘cause she knows you get easily jealous.” Yunjin scratched the back of her neck as she opened the car’s door for you. Once she got in the driver’s seat, she spoke again. Her voice changing to a sadder one.

“I’m just scared of losing you, y/n. You know that…” she said, as she started driving. You looked at her, examining her face. You could tell she was in distress about this. However, being insecure didn’t give her the right to treat your friends bad. You stayed quiet for a little while as she drove. Once you were walking to your apartment, you spoke again.

“I’ve told you Yeji has a girlfriend, yet you’re still treating her like this.” You heard her huff.

“Am I supposed to believe that?”

“Excuse me?” You looked at her with a frown, clearly offended.

“If she had a girlfriend she wouldn’t be stuck to your side all the fucking time.” Yunjin said, her voice getting deeper than normal. She was very upset, but so were you.

“Because she’s my friend, Yunjin! Friends spend time together! Why can’t you understand the concept of that?” You told her in the same tone, seriously tired of the constant fighting about such an insignificant thing as you hanging out with your friends.

“I don’t spend all the time stuck to my friends.” she remarked once you opened the door.

“Even if you did, I wouldn’t be making these scenes because I actually trust you. Do you even trust me?”

“It has nothing to do with that-”

“Do you even trust me, Huh Yunjin?!” You asked her again in a louder tone. You were not gonna let her evade this question. Yunjin didn’t like your tone nor the accusations. So instead of processing what she actually felt, she acted impulsively.

“No! I don’t trust you nor your fucking flirty friends! I’m tired of all this!” She yelled, her breathing becoming irregular.

You went quiet, feeling your heart hurt. The girl you loved didn’t trust you. You’ve done everything in your power to show her she’s your one and only. That nobody else comes even close to her in your heart. Yet her insecurities were hurting you both.

“Then go.” You said after you swallowed the lump in your throat, your eyes already getting watery.

“What…” she whispered, starting to panic as she felt her heart sink.

“Trust is the most important thing in a relationship, with honesty. If we don’t have that, we don’t have nothing.”

“Oh my god I am so sorry, y/n… I didn’t mean to say any of that.” She tried apologizing, the weight of her words hitting her. Hard. She fucked up.

“If you don’t even trust me, then why haven’t you left?” You asked her, feeling that even speaking was hard at the moment.

“I’m sorry. I’ll work on it. Please give me another chance, baby. Please.” Your girlfriend said, trying to hold your hands but you put them close to you avoiding this, such action breaking her heart a little more ‘cause you’ve never rejected her touch before.

“I’ve been patient and understanding but your jealousy just keeps getting worse. I need some time right now…”

“No! Please don’t.. please baby, don’t say that…” tears were threatening to come out already, her hands trembling at the idea of losing you.

“At least for tonight. I need to think about us, please go Yunjin.” You almost begged, voice getting softer due to the sadness taking over the anger now.

“y/n, please…”

“Just leave, Yunjin. I need some space today, please.” You said, not even looking at her. You couldn’t, because if you did you would ask her to stay and you actually needed some alone time to calm down. You heard her hesitate, but nevertheless her steps resonated in the now empty room.

————————End of flashback————————

“My home doesn’t want me at home…” Yunjin said as she began sobbing again. The bartender, weirded out, tried comforting her after calling a taxi for the young woman.

“Listen dude, I don’t know who hurt you, but you gotta go home. There’s a taxi outside ok? Just tell them where to go and I don’t know, get some makeup sex or something.”

“Makeup sex? Hmm..” the idea of it already causing an effect on her intoxicated mind. She quietly went home, with only the image of you in her thoughts, feeling her friend reacting to it.

“y/n? Baby are you h*hic*ome?” Yunjin asked once she stepped foot on the living room of your apartment, clumsily looking for you. “I-I’m sorry baby… please I l*hic*love you. Let me show you I love you.”

When she didn’t get a response, she made her way to your shared room. Her messy hair in front of her eyes making it a little extra complicated for her to see where she was going, but she wasn’t that messed up yet. Once she got to the bedroom, she found you deep in your sleep, looking beautiful as ever. She always thought you looked cute when sleeping, but tonight when she noticed how you were using nothing but her big shirt, the blanket barely covering your naked legs, cute wasn’t the word she’d use to describe you.

“God you’re so sexy, so perfect… I could never lose you…” she said as she got closer to the bed, falling sat next to you. The new weight made you move a bit, but it didn’t wake you up. “Please w-wake up, darling. I need you…” she whispered as she fixed her member, that was already getting hard by the view in front of her. Her other hand traveled to your thigh, caressing the skin as she slowly made her way to your ass. With the shirt going up a bit, she could see that you really were using nothing but her shirt.

“You knew I was c*hic*oming, Hmm?” She hummed, getting rid of her jacket and unbuttoning her pants to get her hand inside them, touching herself on top of her boxers. Soft groans escaping Yunjin’s lips as she felt her member getting harder and harder. She couldn’t help but put your shirt a little higher, leaving kisses on your stomach. Her lips slowly going up until she was kissing your chest, going from one nipple to the other. She was straight up moaning against your chest as she slowly sucked on them. With her dick already out of her pants, she needed to have you. She needed to prove to you she loved you always. As she made her way between your legs, she slowly started stroking her cock, licking her own lips before starting to eat you out. Yunjin could feel you softly moving under her, but you were a heavy sleeper. “So good.. tastes so good, baby.” She said as she made out with your pussy in such a messy but sensual way. The little whimpers coming from her as she stimulated both of you, and the little groans you’d let out in your sleep, were the only sounds Yunjin’s ears could catch. “P-please don’t leave.. if you do.. You’d break my heart..” the taller girl said, kissing your thighs, the idea of you actually leaving being an option got her sad again. As her eyes got watery, she fixed herself better between your legs, her member against your now very wet cunt, making sure to get herself wet too so she doesn’t hurt you. More soft sounds were coming from you, similar to the ones you do when awake. Yunjin’s clouded mind was thinking that maybe, if your body was reacting to her like this even when asleep, then you didn’t really want to leave. “Oh fuck…” she moaned as she slowly entered you. “Please don’t leave, I’m gonna miss this pussy too much…”

She started thrusting inside you slowly, sighing as your tight pussy grabbed around her so good every single time. She loved how well your bodies understood each other, and the thought of it being like this even when you’re not awake got her dick twisting inside you. This didn’t stop her from being sad though, knowing that after your argument that day, you probably wouldn’t have accepted this so easily.

“Please…” Yunjin whispered, her voice breaking in between pleads, tears threatening to fall “please d-don’t leave me.. I can be better than them.. p-promise..” she sobbed, the warmth of your body bringing both comfort and sadness, scared the next morning you’d be gone.

“What.. what the.. fuck? Hmmm.. Jen?” You murmured as her rougher actions slowly started to wake you up “w-what are you-”

“Please l-let me do it, if you’re gonna leave..” she said in between sobs “let me have you one last t*hic*ime..”

“W-who said I- fuck~ was gonna leave, baby?” You asked her, confused in between moans. Your hands automatically hugged her shoulders as you felt her cock reaching those spots inside you only Yunjin could ever get to know.

“I r-ruined it.. but please don’t go. I’m s-sorry, y/n. I love you…” she said, her moves now a little softer and slower. However you weren’t angry at her, how could you when she felt so good deep inside you, and her tears making her look so cute and pathetic, turning you on so much for some reason. You didn’t care to understand it though, your mind also getting clouded by desire for her.

“So cute when you cry. Do you feel sorry, baby?” You asked her, grabbing her face. She nodded eagerly, tears running down her face. “Why.. why are you sorry, tell me.”

“Hmmgh y/n.. I’m sorry for b-being mean, and jealous…” she dragged her words, but you were able to make out what she was saying. “S-sorry for not asking for permission first…” her sobs became more intense, but so did her thrusts inside you and you weren’t sure if her tears were more sadness or pleasure, probably a mix of both. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry y/n.. Hmm please…”

“Shhh, keep going baby, don’t you dare stop.” You threatened her, her teary eyes making your pussy clench around her cock, making your girlfriend moan loudly “such a fucking good cock, feels so good…”

“Hmmm fuck… you feel so good too, wanna be inside you forever…” she said as she pounded your pussy so good. Even when drunk, she knew what your face was saying, knowing she was hitting you in a spot you really like, getting you closer. “Like this, baby? D-does my cock feel good here?”

“So good… don’t you fucking stop.. Hmm fuck, baby!” You came intensely as her name kept coming from your mouth again and again, music for her ears. The sensation also making her moan, feeling herself too close.

“y/n, I’m gonna come…” she warned you, but you weren’t done with her punishment. You turned you guys around, holding her wrists against the mattress and riding her “oh god…” she moaned as she bit her lip. When you felt her dick inside you twisting, meaning her orgasm was just seconds away, you quickly got off her, ruining her orgasm as she finished untouched “Ahh! F-fuck.. nooo.. fuck!” She whimpered and cried as her cum ended on her thighs and some on her abs. “Why… that hurt, y/n..” she complained, hissing a bit when a cold wet towel made contact with her skin to clean her.

“That’s what you get for being a bad girl.” You told her, receiving a groan for her. When you turned around to see her, her eyes were still full of tears, a pout on her face. You simply laughed before holding her closer to you. “Don’t worry baby, tomorrow when you’re sober I’ll make sure to take care of you good.”

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I Hate You... But Not Really

Eddie and you have been best friends for as long as you can remember and you’ve been crushing on him for about as long. He starts dating Chrissy however and jealousy rears its ugly head for both you and Jason. Jason has the bright idea to “date” each other to make them jealous instead. Nothing goes as planned... or does it?

Request fill for Anon, hope you like it... this one ended up being very long lol.

Minors DNI

Contains: Fake Dating/Fake Relationship (Jason/Reader), Eddie/Reader, Eddie/Chrissy, Jason/Chrissy, Bestfriend!Eddie, Virgin!Reader, A Little Bit of Angst, Loss of Virginity, Protected Sex

You had decided to take lunch in the library today, curling up with a book instead. It wasn’t that unusual for you to skip lunch and hang out in the library, you had to get away from the rowdy Hellfire boys and their antics every now and then.

However, since Eddie had started dating Chrissy, you’d spent more and more time in the library rather than be subjected to their lovey-dovey nonsense. If you had to see them, make goo-goo eyes at each other one more time you might actually explode.

God forbid she ever showed up at a Hellfire session you’d up and leave the club if that ever happened. You were trying to be happy for him, happy that he was happy, but it was hard when they just had to go and rub it in your face.

That’s where he finds you, tucked away in a corner reading quietly when he breaks the silence.

“y/l/n!” He whisper-yells as he approaches you.

“What is it, Carver? I’m not in the mood for your shit today.” His presence only serves to worsen your sour mood.

“Ok, since when did you get so sassy?”

“Fuck off, I told you I’m not in the mood. What?”

“Well, I’m… I’ve come with a proposal of sorts…” he drawls.

“Jesus Christ, get to the point.” You huff.

“Look, I know we’ve had our differences…” You scoff, he continues, “…but I think we’re both in the same little predicament.”

“Oh, yeah and what’s that?”

“You know Chrissy left me for the Freak-.”

“Hey, don’t call him that!” You can’t help but defend him, even now when you’re mad at him.

“Ok, for… Munson, and it’s kinda obvious the way you pine over him.”

“I DO NOT ‘pine’. You’ve had that same stupid joke since we were ten get over it, Eddie and I are just friends.”

“But that’s not what you want is it? You want it to be more than that and I want Chrissy to take me back, so…”

“So, what…? I’m not following.”

“Geez and I thought you were the smart one. We make them angry, jealous… we date each other to rile them up.”

“God that has to be the stupidest plan I’ve ever heard. I’m not dating you, Carver.”

“Well, you wouldn’t be… not really anyway. We’d just pretend long enough to each get what we want.”

“And why exactly would either of them even care?”

“I don’t know what’s going on with Chrissy that she’d leave me and especially for that…” You give him a warning glare, he continues, “…for him, but I know she doesn’t really love him. She loves me, I love her we… we had plans to get married-”

“Oh, wow that is pathetic, marriage? You’re fucking eighteen get over yourself. Maybe that’s why she left you.”

“No, it’s not, it was her idea actually… that doesn’t matter. Anyway, I’ve seen the way Munson looks at you, he’s got feelings for you even if he won’t admit it.”

“So, what? How would that even work?”

“We go on ‘dates’, get seen together doing couple-y shit, see how they react and go from there I guess.”

“Ok, but what ‘couple-y shit’ are we talking about here, cause I’m not fucking sleeping with you.”

“Jesus, I never said you would! It’s not like I’d want to either. I dunno like the normal stuff, holding hands, maybe some kissing that kind of thing.”

“I’m gonna need a whole lot more outta this than ‘Eddie might have feelings’ for me to do anything with you.”

“Am I really that bad?”

“Yes actually, you are.”

“Fine, I’ll pay you.”

“Eww you creep. I don’t want your money.”

“Then what will it take?”

You ponder for a moment before answering, what would it take? You reach a decision, “You have to be nicer to all the Hellfire guys from now on. Or at least civil with us, even after you get Chrissy back.”

“Ok, but what about if Munson tries to start shit?”

“Then you ignore him, be the bigger man or whatever.”

“Alright fine.” He concedes.

“Fine.” You huff back in response.

“So, like do you want to set up a schedule or something?”

You glance at the clock on the wall, “Look, lunch is almost over why don’t we just meet up on the weekend and sort out the details then…”

You reach into your backpack, pulling out a notebook and pen you scrawl across a page before tearing it out, “… here is my address, just come past around noon.”

He takes the slip of paper folding it and placing it in his back pocket, “Sure, I’ll see you then.”

He turns and saunters off while you pack away your belongings and begin heading to your next class.

He stands on your front porch and jabs at the doorbell, you’re not too far off and answer quite quickly.

“Y/l/n.” He nods his head in greeting.

“We’re going to at least have to call each other by our first names, you know?” You usher him inside, lingering in the front hall.

“Right, yeah that’s true. Ummm, do we… do we use pet names too or…?”

You shrug, continuing as you lead him through to the living room, “I mean maybe… that is something couples do.”

He looks around taking in his surroundings, “Your parents home?”

“No. No, they’ve gone out for lunch with some friends. So, take a seat I guess and let’s get to… whatever the hell this is.” You gesture to the couch.

He does so more awkwardly than you would’ve expected from him, was he nervous? No that couldn’t be it, not Mr. Cocksure Big-shot Basketball Captain.

“So, uh… y/n…” he begins, tentatively testing out your name, “how about we start with some ground rules, lay out all the do’s and don’t’s and what each of us expects from this.”

“Well, let’s start with the obvious, no sex, in fact nothing past first base. You may call me common pet names, like babe, baby, honey, when appropriate, but never sweetheart. No one can know the truth, everyone has to actually believe we’re dating and happy together for it to work. Also on that note, how did this supposedly start? Why did I suddenly get over all your years of torment and fall into your arms?”

“Ok, well that was a lot all at once. Um I guess yes to all of the aforementioned, I will add that I will pay for any ‘dates’ that we do go on. I’d feel weird if I didn’t, even if this isn’t real. Also you have to show up to my games, all the big ones at least. But as to the last part I don’t really know… I uh apologised…” he replies uncertainly, with a slight wince.

“Oh, that’s all it took you said sorry and suddenly I was swooning over you?”

“I don’t know, it was a really good apology?”

“Ok let’s hear it then. Like you mean it too.”

“What?”

“This grand apology that was supposedly enough for me to forget what a fucking jackass you are to me and all my friends.”

“O-ok… ummm y/n…” he trails off.

“Wow solid start there bud you wanna maybe continue, you didn’t even say the words ‘I’m sorry’.”

“I’m thinking ok! When did you become such a bitch anyway, thought you were all quiet and shy and shit?”

“Oooh yeah, that’ll really sell it call me a bitch-”

He cuts you off quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. It’s just, this is hard, ok?”

“Can’t be harder than the shit you put Eddie and me through.” You grumble.

“Ok I’m sorry, really, I am. I don’t even know why I gave you shit, you actually seem kinda normal enough. I guess it was just ‘cause you were always around him, always defending him. Why even hang around that creep anyway?” He answers surprisingly earnestly.

“‘Creep’ isn’t any better than ‘freak’ you know.”

“See, like that always defending him.”

“He’s my friend, surely you know what that’s like or at least have some concept of it? And don’t give me some “oh being popular is a curse you never know who your friends really are’ type shit.”

“Of course, I have friends… it’s just no one has ever defended me like that.”

“Maybe ‘cause you’ve never needed it, anyway that is entirely beside the point. We’ve gotten derailed, let’s try to get this back on track.”

“You believe that I am sorry, right?”

“I believe that you think that, but it’s good enough. Just maybe leave out the bits about insulting my best friend in your apology and it’s fine.”

“I am sorry.”

“Ok, so you apologised and then what? How did it get from mutual understanding to ‘I’m madly in love with you.’?”

“As part of my apology I offered to buy you dinner, extend an olive branch so to speak. At dinner we actually hit it off and find that we don’t actually hate each other. Maybe we have some things in common and we decided to do it again.”

You hum in consideration, “Ok, sure we’ll go with that, but what do we actually have in common?”

“Not much I’d imagine, we… uhhh go to the same school, we’re in the same grade, ummm what… what kind of movies do you like, what sort of music do you listen to?”

“Well, my favourite movie genres are horror/thriller and fantasy. Music, it varies, but mainly rock I guess, like punk and alternative type stuff, I know my music taste surprises most people. I think they think that I’d have to be into like classical music or something for being so shy and bookish, even though I hang around a bunch of metalhead rockers.”

“I dunno none of that really works, I mean I don’t mind horror but it’s not my favourite. Ummm there… there is one thing that no one really knows about me…”

“Yeah, what’s that oh man of mystery?”

“Don’t… don’t make fun of me, please.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” You begin but catch sight of his pleading gaze and you fold, “Oh, alright fine, guess I’ll take my own advice and ‘be the bigger man’.”

“Thank you. Uhh… I actually like to read… like a lot, but I don’t let people see me when I do ‘cause I gotta wear these dorky glasses. I’ve had a few concussions and it’s messed with my vision.”

“Oh, ok I actually didn’t expect that at all. What sort of stuff do you read?”

“I like a lot of different things, stuff on history and war, sports… and um poetry…”

“Poetry? You, Jason Carver, read poetry?”

“Yeah, come on I said not to make fun of me.”

“No, I’m not… I’m not, it’s just not what I expected, the rest is yeah typical, I get that, but poetry? Does Chrissy know about this?”

“Yeah, she does. She also said she thinks my glasses are cute, but I don’t know, I think she was just saying that to make me feel better.”

“Ok, well I’m not all that into poetry myself, but history is alright, I guess. So, reading, we both like to read um anything else?”

“What about aspirations for after high school?”

“Well, you said you and Chrissy were thinking marriage, right?”

“Yeah, but not for a while yet, we’d have to get settled first, build careers so we can support ourselves.”

“Yeah, didn’t actually think you would’ve thought that far ahead, no offence. Personally, I’d like to get out of Hawkins for a start. Go to college, study maybe either something in writing or science, what about you?”

“Well, I’m aiming to get a basketball scholarship if I can, do something with that, but sports is kind of a high risk kinda deal. There’s no real guarantee. Not sure what my fallback could be, but I’m working on it.”

“That’s good. So, let’s recap. You apologised and took me out for dinner. I accepted and we got to know each other, found out we’re both readers and bonded over that. We shared our aspirations for after high school and agreed to do it again some time.”

“Yep, that all sounds about right, but don’t tell anyone about the glasses thing, ok?”

“Secret’s safe with me.”

“Thank you.”

“Ok, so the actual ‘dates’ is that going to be like a spontaneous thing or should we have a scheduled ‘date night’?”

“Scheduled date night sounds better to me, I can do Saturdays after practice?”

“Yeah, that works I guess, how are we going to balance your games and Hellfire though? They clash more often than not.”

“Well, can’t you guys reschedule your little cult meetings?”

“Jason,” you sigh exasperatedly, “you were doing so well too. It’s not a cult, it’s a Dungeon’s and Dragons club. And they will not reschedule for this. I can maybe get someone to sub for me every now and then, I guess.”

“It’s ok you only have to come to the big games, I’ll let you know which ones they are when they come up.”

“Sure ok, that’s settled. First ‘date’ next week, what are we going to do?”

He shrugs, “We could go to the cinema? I overheard Chrissy telling her friends that… Munson was going to take her to see ‘Pretty in Pink’.”

“Really, you want them to see us together that soon?”

“I dunno, why not?”

“Oh, no. No, we are nowhere near ready for that. It has to be really fucking believable before that happens.”

“Ok, so what do you think we should do?”

“I think the first few ‘dates’ should just be practice being around each other. Don’t try and focus on somewhere we can be seen, think somewhere we can both be comfortable.”

“I mean I’d say the library, it’d fit into our narrative, but then there’s the whole glasses thing.”

“Yeah, ok… um how about we actually go for dinner. Maybe somewhere less common for all the Hawkins High kids to be at.”

“Oh, there’s this restaurant my parents go to! It’s called Enzo’s. How about that?”

“Wouldn’t that be a little, um… expensive?”

“Yeah, but so what? I’m paying.”

“I dunno just makes me feel skeevy…”

“Don’t. I’m the one who suggested it. Think of it as reparations for years of bullying.”

“Ok, fine. Enzo’s then. When does your practice finish?”

“Four. So, we’ll make the dinner around seven, I’ll uh pick you up if you want or we could just meet there.”

“Um yeah you can pick me up, it’ll give us more time to go over our stories, get everything straight.”

“Ok cool.”

“Cool.”

“Uhh… now what?”

“Um I mean you can go…what else is there.”

“Yeah, sure I’ll go.” He stands awkwardly, you stand with him to escort him out.

He pauses at the door, “Should we… try to interact at school?”

“Yeah… nothing too extreme just yet, but yeah, I guess. Maybe just like greeting in the halls, small talk, that sort of stuff.” You shrug.

“Ok, so I guess we’re doing this… babe.”

“Uhhh… yeah I guess so… babe.” The word feels foreign on your tongue, using it to address Jason Carver of all people.

You open the door waving as he leaves and he waves back. You retreat back into the comfort of your home a little dumbfounded by how that had turned out. It was interesting, being forced to see him in a new light, as a multifaceted human being rather than just some dumb jock stereotype.

It’s like the world is working against you, any time you and Jason are together, Eddie and Chrissy are nowhere to be seen. It’s beginning to frustrate you, you know there is gossip going around the school about you two, but neither of them have given any indication that they’re aware of it.

Not even the rest of the Hellfire Club have said anything. They all know you’re seeing someone you’ve told them as much, you had to give some explanation as to why you were missing Hellfire sesions so much. They all believe you’re in a happy relationship, they just haven’t seen it yet.

You’re on yet another date with Jason, you’d missed out on this session of Hellfire Club to go to one of his games and he suggested dinner at the diner afterwards. A few of his teammates and their girlfriend’s had come too, but you insisted on your own booth, it could be so stifling being around Jason’s friends.

“So, what actually happened with you and Chrissy, if you don’t mind me asking?”

He sets down his cutlery and sighs, beginning in a hushed tone, “She started pulling away from me, don’t know what I did, it wasn’t so much like she was mad… just distant. I don’t get it.”

“Hmm, you know it may not have been anything you did, maybe she was going through some personal stuff.”

“Yeah, but why wouldn’t she tell me, I could help her. Why did she turn to… him?”

“Look I can’t answer for her personally, but sometimes when I’m dealing with my own shit I retreat into myself. Don’t wanna feel like I’m burdening others with my problems… especially those I’m closest to. Usually when I get like that Eddie is the one to pull me up, dust me off so to speak and just get me through it. He’s good like that, very observant when he wants to be, he just knows when someone’s got it rough and he wants to help.”

Jason scoffs, “Yeah alright, all the girls going to Munson… what’s he got that I don’t.”

“Did you even listen to a word I said? It’s not about you or what you can offer. She’s probably just going through something, maybe something she’s ashamed of or is embarrassed about and doesn’t want you to know. Maybe she’s just worried about how you’ll see her if you find out.”

“I would never judge her for anything, she should know that. Instead, she turned around and left me for another guy.”

“Jason have you fucking seen yourself, you can be such a judgmental, righteous prick-”

“Hey, keep it down, you don’t want someone to hear you saying stuff like that if we’re going to pull off the ‘loving couple’ shit.” He hisses cutting you off.

You lower your voice slightly leaning in, hopefully from the outside it just looks like you’re two little lovebirds wrapped up in your own little world, “… you are a bully and you’ve shown that girls aren’t off limits, why would she think she can go to you with everything.”

He has the decency to look ashamed at that, “I am sorry you know… for how I treated you.”

“Fine, ok I got that, I’m moving past it, but can you see where I’m coming from?”

“I-I think so, but what can I do… what could I have done then? What if we get back together and something like this happens again?”

“I don’t know, it’s a complex thing, you gotta be patient with her. Push but not too hard, get her to see that you won’t judge her for anything. When she really believes that maybe she will accept your help when she needs it.”

“I guess… thank you. You know I haven’t really talked about this with anyone, it’s good to get stuff off my chest.”

“Yeah, that is the general idea, when you’re going through something you need someone that will listen. And look at you turning to ‘another girl’ for support.”

He rolls his eyes, “Yeah, I get it now, ok. You don’t have to rub it in.”

“Ok… you know deep down and I mean deep, deep down you’re not so bad. You know when you actually act like a human being.”

“Oh, careful that almost sounded like an actual compliment.”

“Shove off… I mean I get why you act the way you do, I guess. I know your popularity is important to you, but is it really more important than being yourself, was it worth losing someone you love?”

“Ummm… no, no it’s not...” He concedes, “…but it is what I gotta do to get where I wanna go.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it-”

He’s getting frustrated, you can tell, the way he clenches his fists, “No it’s not. If I’m not popular, I’m not basketball captain. If I’m not captain, I don’t get the recognition. If I don’t get the recognition, I don’t get a scholarship-”

You place a hand over his, “Stop, relax its ok I’ll drop it, just keep in mind Chrissy likes you for you… I’m assuming… and if she doesn’t, she’s not worth it, but that is going to be how you win her back… by being yourself.”

“Fine.” He grumbles.

“You gonna finish those?” You point to the last few fries on his plate that he’d been ignoring.

“Nah, have ‘em if you want and then we can get out of here. I’ll drop you off at yours.”

“Thank you.”

As you stand to leave, passing the other guys from the team, Jason nods his head towards them and you give them an awkward little wave, calling out, “Bye guys, see you around.”

Andy calls back, “What you guys leaving already? Don’t wanna come back to mine? My parents are gone for the weekend, I was thinking we could… party.”

Jason answers for the pair of you, to your surprise in the negative, “Nah, sorry man gotta take my girl home she’s feeling a bit tired. You know how it is?”

Andy gives him an exaggerated wink that makes your skin crawl, “Sure do man, you kids have fun.”

You tug on Jason’s arm and he escorts you out to his car, “Ugh why’d he have to be so gross?” You groan with a full-body shiver.

He responds as he starts up the car, “Oh, come on it wasn’t that bad… and isn’t that what we want? For people to think we’re a good, real couple… real couples have sex you know?”

“So… you and Chrissy then…?”

“Of course, me and Chrissy. What… did you expect us to be celibate or something?”

“No uh… I don’t know, it’s not like I think about you with her… like that.”

“What about you… have you ever…?”

“Uhh… no, umm… it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never… I mean…”

He holds up one hand in surrender, the other still on the wheel, “Hey, it’s fine, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

You let out a sigh, “Ok, yeah… I am tired you know? This shit is fucking exhausting.”

“Gee, thanks. Good to know being with me is exhausting.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just doing this is like constantly being on stage, putting on a performance… having to be so acutely aware of every action and everyone in the room.”

He’s silent for a moment, “Do you think… do you think maybe that’s how Chrissy feels with me?”

“I can’t answer for her, maybe that’s just something the two of you will have to figure out for yourselves.”

“Oh… ok.” He seems a little crestfallen.

“Sorry, I can’t give you a better answer.”

“Nah, that’s fine we’re almost at your place now.”

“We’ve gotten to know each other now, like really know each other, but there’s one thing I still don’t get.”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

“Why are you part of Munson’s little cult, I get maybe you didn’t have any other friends when we were kids but come on you could do so much better than that now.”

“Watch yourself there, Carver. You’re on thin ice…” you warn, “…and it’s not a cult. Ok, how bout I put it to you like this. That game we all play dungeons and dragons, what do you actually know about that?”

“Just that it’s some devil-worshipper thing…”

“See you’re wrong though, it’s not… at all. If anything, it’s the complete opposite cause you’re fighting against evil.”

He looks at you sceptically, you continue, “It’s just a little fantasy game, we’re not hurting anyone by playing a game. Look, you play basketball, you love basketball, there’s this whole culture around that. The way you feel about the game, your teammates, it’s not so different from Hellfire Club.”

“Yes, it is.” He protests.

“Just hear me out ok, D&D brings us together it gives us a sense of camaraderie we band together to fight the big bad evil guy, there’s strategy and an element of chance and everything can be decided by the roll of a die. I imagine scoring the final game wining point would feel the same as defeating the villain or pulling off an insane move that gets the party through untold dangers.”

“But-”

“Look, how about you just come to one of the Hellfire sessions see what it’s really like. You’ve got a bye this week, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but will they even let me through the door?”

“Yes, I’ll make sure they’re nice to you ok… but you gotta do the same.”

“I will.” You shoot him a look, “I will, I promise.”

“Good.”

“Still doesn’t explain Munson though that guy is clearly…”

You stop him in his tracks with a pointed glare, “Yes… care to finish that statement?”

“Well, what I mean to say is he’s just so… so… oh the only words I can come up with are still devil-worshipper, with all his metal music and chains and leather, what do you see in him?”

“He’s a good guy,” he looks at you sceptically, “No really, he is, all of that hard-ass attitude stuff is just like a barrier to protect himself. He hasn’t had it easy and stuff like his music helps him cope. Is it really so bad that he is unapologetically himself?”

“Y/n the guy is crazy, jumping on tables, shouting off his little rants that make digs at the rest of the school, not to mention everything else.”

“He’s not crazy, he can be a bit dramatic but he’s got a point with that stuff. Like really why? Why do we get singled out and picked on for our interests when the basketball team can be celebrated for theirs?”

You rush to add,” I mean no offence by that, but really, we’re all here just trying get by, make it through one day at a time, find happiness where we can. He gives the outcasts of the school somewhere we can belong and he’s been my friend since about as far back as I can remember, always been there for me regardless of what he’s going through. He is a good guy.”

“I mean I guess… when you put it like that. I still don’t like him though.” He grumbles.

“I never asked you to like him just be civil with him and I’ll try to make sure he does the same.”

“Fine I can live with that.”

At lunch the next day you decide to broach the topic with the rest of Hellfire. When you get there she’s there, you shouldn’t be so surprised you guess, but it had been a few days since you sat with them for lunch.

The way she was dressed today was almost enough to turn your stomach… she was wearing his Hellfire shirt. You steeled yourself, no you weren’t going to let this get to you, all the more reason to invite Jason to Hellfire.

“Hey guys!” You greet everyone as you plop down into a seat.

They reply in kind and you continue while you have their attention, “So, everyone knows I’ve been seeing someone…” they nod, “… well I kinda wanted to ask if you guys would be alright if I brought him by one of the Hellfire sessions? Just to watch of course, he said he wants to know what it’s about, so I thought the best way would be to show him.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at you, “Right why would we let some random guy-”

“My boyfriend.” You correct him.

“Whatever, your boyfriend… why would we let him sit in? We don’t even know the dude.”

“Well, there you go you can see just who he is when we both show up.”

“Yeah, and on that note, you’ve been missing a lot of sessions lately… what’s up with that? Would you even know how to play anymore?” He bites back snarkily.

Oooh, is he bitter, could this actually be working already?

“Of course, I remember how to play, it’ll be fine… please?”

“Fine, we’ll put it to a vote…” he looks around the table and the others squirm under his gaze, “right, everyone in favour of y/n’s boyfriend joining the next Hellfire session, raise your hand.”

Everyone at the table raises their hands, except you, Chrissy and Eddie, he continues with a sigh “…ok looks like he can join, but just this once.”

Dustin tries to lighten the mood, “Come on Eddie, don’t you wanna meet y/n’s new boyfriend?”

Unfortunately, that was the wrong thing to say, Eddie scoffs in response, “What difference would that make to me? He’d still be some intruder to our game.”

Gareth speaks up on your behalf, “Come on don’t be like that man, just be glad we’re getting y/n back and we’ll get to see who’s been making her so happy lately.”

“Yeah, sure whatever…” he turns to Chrissy suddenly, “Hey, sweetheart… would you like to come to the next session too?”

She offers an apologetic smile, “Uhh… no sorry babe, you know I’m not really into that stuff… but you guys have fun.”

She turns to you, “Hope your boyfriend enjoys it too.”

You try to match her cheerful demeanour without sounding sarcastic, “Yeah hopefully once he sees it, he’ll get just why I love it so much.”

There’s a heavy tension that hangs in the air for the rest of the lunch break, you keep your involvement in conversation to a minimum and finally breathe a sigh of relief once the bell rings.

You sit in Jason’s car twisting your hands nervously in your lap, “So you ready for this?”

He places a hand over yours, “Relax, it will be fine.”

“And you can promise you’ll be nice to everyone, and I mean everyone?”

“Yes, I won’t like it, but yes.”

“Thank you. And remember to keep an open mind, don’t just judge the game immediately because of what you’ve been told to think of it… please?”

“Ok, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, you ready to go in?”

“Now or fucking never, I guess. Hopefully we’ve done enough that it’ll convince everyone we’re a ‘happy couple’.”

“Yeah, come on.”

You hesitate again when you get to the drama room door, but he gives you a little nudge and you open it.

Everyone’s already seated at the table chatting animatedly, you call out to get their attention, “Um hey, everyone… sorry if we’re a little late-”

You’re met by flabbergasted stares and slack jaws when they turn to see you, arm in arm with Jason Carver.

Eddie is the first to speak, face set into a deep scowl, “Uh what the fuck is this, what is he doing here?”

“You guys said it was ok to bring my boyfriend. I said I was sorry for being late, but come on it’s only by a couple minutes.”

“Can I have a word with you outside?” Eddie storms over to you grabbing your arm harshly and leading you out the door, not waiting for a response.

“What the fuck was that in there? You’re dating Carver? The guy you’ve been dating… is fucking Jason Carver?!”

“Yeah… and? What’s it matter to you?”

“It matters because you’re my best friend and it’s fucking Jason Carver… you’re dating him after everything he did to me… to us?”

“Yeah well, you’re dating Chrissy what the fuck is up with that?”

“That’s different, don’t bring her into this.”

“Why? Why shouldn’t I huh? Some best friend you are, as soon as some pretty little blond shows you a smidge of attention it’s like I don’t even exist.”

“Just ugh… why did it have to be him?”

“Why did it have to be her?!”

“You can’t just throw my question back at me, at least Chrissy wasn’t the one going around calling us freaks and making our lives miserable.”

“Yeah, not like she stopped it either. And really Mr Nonconformity, you’re gonna go for the basic ass cheerleader? Way to break the mould. Really, I applaud you on that one, you’re definitely not just like every other teen boy here. All hard up over a girl in a short skirt doing her little rah-rah school spirit bullshit.”

“Chrissy is NOT like that!”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“And I could say the same about you, dating Mr Meathead Jock… that’s not any better now, is it?”

“Whatever, screw you.” You turn to go back inside.

“Screw me, no hey don’t walk away from me.” He grabs your arm again.

“Eddie, just stop.” You shoot him an angry look.

“Have you fucked him?” He hisses through clenched teeth.

“What?!” You can’t believe he just said that, where the hell did that come from.

“I said have you fucked him? He would be your first if you had, wouldn’t he?” He repeats, his tone bitter.

“That is none of your fucking business and don’t act like you haven’t slept with Chrissy.”

“Actually, I haven’t. She said she wants to take things slow and I respect that. Says she wants to wait til marriage and all that.”

“Yeah, that’s not how Jason tells it and he would know he’s actually slept with her. You sure she even really loves you? You sure you’re not just some rebound destined to fail?” You retaliate.

“What the fuck? When did you get so fucking bitchy, or is that just what taking Carver’s dick does?”

Before you know what you’re even doing you’ve reared your hand slapping him across the face sharply.

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend what taking Jason’s dick does? She would know after all.” It’s a low blow, you regret it as soon as the words leave your lips. Regret almost everything you’ve said to him, especially when you see the look in his eyes, but it’s too late now.

It’s then that Jason pokes his head out of the doorway, “Hey…. ahhh, you guys, ok? You’ve been gone a while… the others sent me out to check on you…”

You turn to him, “We’re leaving, come on let’s go babe.”

“But I thought-”

“Yeah, never-mind…” you turn back to Eddie, who’s standing there shellshocked cradling his cheek, “I quit Hellfire by the way, see you fucking never Munson.”

You grab Jason’s arm dragging him along with you, willing yourself not to cry, just hold it in at least until you get outside, just make it outside.

When you do reach the front doors of the school you break, tears streaming down your face, sobbing.

Jason turns you to face him, “What happened? What did he do?”

“Fuck off Jason as if you actually care, there’s no one here to see it, just leave it alone, ok.”

He grabs both your shoulders, looking into your teary eyes, you turn you head away, “I do care though, what happened?”

“We had a fight obviously… this stupid fucking plan isn’t working. I told you it wouldn’t and now I’ve just lost my best fucking friend. I really fucking hate you, did I ever mention that?”

He cuts you off with a fierce kiss, you push him off of you, “What the fuck was that for?!”

“I dunno I kinda like you I guess…” He shrugs.

“Oh, no fuck off with that, I know you’re still in love with Chrissy. No one was here to see that, so what was it about really?”

“I do kind of like you though, not like Chrissy, different from that and I do still love her, but… what if we tried to make this work for real? What if those two never realise how we feel about them and it never works out?”

“No. I’m not going to be someone’s consolation prize or whatever. I don’t care if you don’t get Chrissy back, you can find someone else… maybe just be less of a ‘meathead jock’ and it’ll work out for you. Let someone see the real you for a change, the guy that reads and takes a girl out for silly little dates and cares about something other than himself.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… you’re not a ‘consolation prize’ and you do deserve better too. Just forget about Munson… honestly, you’re better off without him.”

“Don’t know that I am… what do you want to do about this now then? Do we still ‘fake date’? Try to get Chrissy back for you, even if Eddie won’t have anything to do with me now?”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know, I guess… I want at least one of us to get something from this, otherwise it’s all been for nothing.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be for nothing really, I mean we never would have spent time together… reconciled our differences, if it weren’t for this. You could say we’re friends now at least.”

“Yeah, I guess… and I’m gonna need a friend, just kinda lost all of mine back there in one fell swoop.” You give him a bitter, teary-eyed grin.

“Ok, so let’s do that, we continue this ‘fake dating’ thing for a bit longer, see if Chrissy will come around. If not, I’ll be here for you as a friend either way, agreed?”

“Yes… as long as you never try to kiss me like that in private again, seriously what the fuck was that?”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

Fate really had a way of shoving it your face. Before when you were with Carver, you’d never seen Eddie and Chrissy around, but now it seemed like everywhere you looked Eddie was there glaring at you. You couldn’t take it, jealousy would have been fine… but this hatred that came pouring off him in waves was like torture.

Jason could see your discomfort, your pain, he asked you multiple times if you were still ok with this plan. You powered through, one of you should end up happy from all this, right? You still couldn’t believe that in all of this Jason Carver was the one to console you, if someone would have told you that just a few weeks ago, you would’ve laughed in their face.

The rest of Hellfire give you a wide berth, but still offer little smiles in your direction when you pass them… only when Eddie isn’t around though. You wonder what he would have told them, you’re sure he can’t have painted you in a very good light, but it was too late for you to try to explain yourself to them.

That’s how you found yourself on a Saturday night, curled up on Jason’s bed watching Friday the 13th: A New Beginning. It had just come out on VHS and Jason suggested the two of you watch it to get your mind off things for a bit. He had begun to warm up to horror movies in general, still not a major fan but he enjoyed it more now… your influence maybe?

Meanwhile, Chrissy had made her way to Eddie’s trailer, with a heavy conscious. She raises her hand to knock against the door, when it opens and she jumps back slightly.

“Oh, Chrissy hey… didn’t mean to scare you. I was just on my way to see you.”

“Uh… yeah, could we go inside and talk for a bit?”

“Sure, sure come in.” He steps aside, ushering her in with a sweeping gesture.

They both stand there awkwardly, before Eddie says, “What did you want to talk about?”

She hesitates and he moves towards the couch, urging her to join him, “Come on take a seat and tell me what you need.”

She makes her way over, tentatively perching on the edge of the couch.

“So…?” Eddie prompts her.

“Ummm… there’s no real easy way to say this, but umm… I think… I think we should end things Eddie.”

“Wh-Why do you say that?” He asks nervously, he had actually been planning to go see her to break things off, maybe this’d give him an out.

“Come on isn’t it obvious? Everyone knows you have feelings for y/n. It’s even clearer now that she’s dating Jason… and I… I don’t know… I think I still have feelings for Jason too.” She hangs her head in shame.

“What? I don’t have feelings for y/n… I’m with you, why would you say that?” He splutters, unconvincingly.

“So, you’re just not going to acknowledge that I have feelings for Jason?” She huffs looking back at him.

“Well, uh… fuck… I don’t know… did you ever have feelings for me?”

“Yes… just… just not like I do for Jason. Look you helped me through a really rough time and I am grateful for that… but I don’t love you.”

He sighs, “Yeah uhhh… I-I don’t love you either… I know how bad it sounds, and I do care about you… but I think it was ‘cause you were the first girl to ever show me any interest.”

“What about y/n?”

“What about her?”

“You have feelings for her, don’t try to deny it.”

“Ok fine, I have feelings for y/n… what difference does that make? We’re just friends… fuck not even that anymore. And she’s with Jason fucking Carver, of all the fucking people she had to choose from, she picked him.” He turns away angrily, hot tears prick at his eyes.

“Jason’s not that bad of a guy really, but what if we did something to… break them up?”

“Wh-what? Why? What would that even achieve… they’re happy with each other, I can’t take that away from her… and for what? She’s not even speaking to me, won’t even look at me, it’s not like she’d come running into my arms if things ended between them.” Tears have begun to run down his cheeks, he swipes at them angrily.

“Eddie… look at me.” She implores.

He does so and she continues, “You must be fucking blind not to see that she is in love with you.”

“What are you talking about?” He hiccups out.

“Y/n, she is sooo head over heels for you, Jason even picked up on it when we were ten for Christ’s sake.”

“No, that was just some dumb joke Carver used to taunt me.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now? She loves you, you love her…” She reinforces before adding quietly “…I love Jason.”

“Then what are we even fucking doing together in the first place?”

“I don’t know, you were there for me and things just kinda happened…”

“Ok, so what do we do now?”

“Well… I mean we are over, right? I mean we can still be friends if you want, you are a great guy Eddie, I hope you know that.”

“Yeah… uh friends, I don’t know, we’ll see about that, but thank you. Do we have to break them up though… not that I’m happy seeing her with him, but can’t we just each talk to them tell them how we really feel?”

“I mean, I guess. It would be the nicer thing to do. Do you think you could handle it though, you’ve had all this time to tell her before, why haven’t you?”

“I just couldn’t… if things went wrong, I couldn’t lose her, but now… now she already hates me. She’s already lost to me, so what’s the harm in telling her now… not like she could hate me any more than she already does. I said some horrible things to her Chrissy…” He hangs his head, pressing his palms into his eyes.

She rubs a hand over his shoulder, “Hey, if things don’t work out, I’m here for you, ok?”

“Th-thank you. Should… should we go to them now?”

“You wanna go right now?”

“Yeah, I… I don’t wanna wait ‘til whenever we see them next.”

“Ok… alright, I guess right now it is.” She stands brushing down her skirt.

Eddie stands as well moving to the door, “Did you drive here?”

“Uhh… no, I walked.”

“You what?! In the middle of the night, you walked to the trailer park? Why?” He asks incredulously.

“Umm… my brother had the car tonight.” She shrugs.

“Then why did you come?”

“I just… it couldn’t wait, it was eating me up inside. I had to get it out. Besides the exercise will do me good.”

“Don’t. Don’t start with that. You could have called you know, if you didn’t want to say it over the phone I coulda picked you up at least.”

“Well, too late now… you wanna give me a lift to Jason’s? Then you can head off to y/n’s.”

“Yeah, of course. Come on.” He grabs his keys and escorts her to the van.

You had begun dozing off against Jason’s shoulder, when the ring of the doorbell rouses you suddenly. Jason looks down at you confused, before extracting himself by your side, he leaves the movie running while he goes to answer the door.

He sees Chrissy standing there bouncing on the balls of her feet, warming her hands with her breath, he then notices Eddie sitting in the van parked in his driveway glaring daggers at him. He turns back to Chrissy, “Uh, hey what are you doing here? You wanna come in for a bit, you must be cold?”

“Uh no that’s ok, this won’t take long… I just… I had to say… I still love you, Jason.”

“What about Eddie?” He glances over at him.

It was the first time he’d ever actually said the guy’s given name, first time he didn’t have to pause before he said it, first time he’d ever referred to him without any malice in his voice.

“We just broke up, it… it was never going to work between us. He’s in love with y/n… you know that.”

“Ok… so what’s he going to do then?” He looks over her shoulder again back at Eddie.

“Well, he’s going to tell her too. Right after whatever happens here… waiting to give me a lift if I need it.”

“Well, she’s here right now so…”

“Oh, um… I guess both of us should go then? Right, we’ve like interrupted date night or something?” She turns to leave, he stops her with a hand on her shoulder.

“No.”

She turns back, “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I… I want you back. Have since the moment you left.”

“What… what about y/n?”

“She’ll understand… trust me. And you said Eddie wanted to see her… tell him to come in.”

“Are you sure about that… I don’t really see that going too well.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Just uh… tell him to be on his best behaviour, ok?”

Chrissy makes her way back to the van, when she reaches the driver-side door, Eddie rolls down the window.

“Well?” He asks expectantly.

“It uh… went well, I guess. Um y/n is here now. Jason said you should come in and talk to her.”

“She’s here now, fuck I should have guessed as much… I mean, why wouldn’t she be with her boyfriend on a Saturday night? Jesus, I’m a fucking idiot. What am I doing?” He palms at his forehead in frustration.

“Did you not hear me, I said it’s going well.”

“What do you mean?”

“Jason is going to take me back. Y/n is going to be single and he’s invited you in to talk to her. That’s something right?”

“Inside his house… ha what so he can see me crash and burn, so they can both laugh at me, while she crushes my heart?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, just give it a chance.”

“You really think it’ll go well?”

“Yes. Now get out of the damn van and get inside.”

When he gets to the door, Jason greets him stiffly, “Munson.”

Eddie narrows his eyes at him suspiciously, “Carver.”

“I should… I should probably tell you guys something first. Umm… y/n and I dating was never real… I uhh, I wanted to make Chrissy jealous. Jealous enough that she’d take me back so I got y/n to help me.”

“What? Why would she even agree to that?” Eddie face sets into a frown.

“Well, the agreement was that from the moment, our little thing started from there on out I’d have to be nicer to you…” he nods in his direction, “and to all the other Hellfire members.”

“That seems kinda dumb.”

“Well, it was she thought so too, but I guess she thought it was worth it to protect her friends?” He shrugs.

“So, you gonna go up and talk to her? Sort your own shit out, while the two of us,” He gestures between himself and Chrissy, “can work our shit out too.”

“Uh, yeah sure. Which way am I goin’?” He eyes him suspiciously.

“Just up the stairs, first door on the left. We were just watching a movie.”

Eddie nods and makes his way upstairs.

He opens the door with a shaky, sweaty hand.

“Jason, who was at the door? What took so long?” You ask without looking away from the screen, snuggled down into the covers.

“Uhhh… not Jason…” He stands there awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck, the sound of his voice surprises you, head snapping towards him.

“Eddie, what the fuck are you doing here? Why the fuck did Jason let you in?”

“We need to talk.”

“Yeah, save it. I don’t need any more judgemental bullshit from you… can’t stand to see the way you look at me now… so full of hate.” Tears spring to life in your eyes, you turn away from him.

“No, it’s not like that. Do you really think Jason would let me in if I was here to do that… on that note, I am soooo sorry for what I said to you that day. Words cannot express how sorry I am.”

You can’t bring yourself to look at him as you remember the harsh words the two of you had exchanged, guilt sweeping over you, “I-I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean the shit I said to you… it’s just you really hurt me, and I know that’s no excuse but…”

“No, I get it, I get it… I was just lashing out because I was hurt too.”

“I know… I should have known that dating Jason would hurt you I just…”

“You wanted to make Chrissy jealous? For him? So, they could get back together”

“What… how…?”

“Jason. Jason told me. Told me how it was all his idea, that the only reason you even went along with his dumbass plan was so he’d be nicer to me and the other Hellfire guys. It worked by the way, they’re both downstairs talking it out.”

“Shit… I’m sorry that was a really fucking shitty thing for me to do. I’m sorry you lost your girlfriend.”

“Don’t be, it worked out for me too.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, I didn’t really love her… I love you.”

“Don’t.”

“Wh-what?”

“Don’t. You don’t mean that. Did Jason say something? Did he tell you how I feel about you?”

“H-how you feel about me? Y/n, how do you feel about me?” His heart palpitates, his palms sweat even more.

“Don’t play dumb Munson, I… I love you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can fucking remember…”

He interrupts you with a fervent, teary kiss. You hesitate a moment before reciprocating, melting into his touch.

You break away from him suddenly, “What are you doing Eddie? Why now? I don’t want to just be your rebound while you get over Chrissy.”

“Jesus, I forget how stubborn you can be. I. Don’t. Care. About. Chrissy. I love you. I’ve always loved you… don’t you get that?”

“You’re serious?”

“Of course, I’m fucking serious! Now kiss me again.” He demands.

You pull him back in for another kiss, then all at once you realise where you are. Kissing Eddie in Jason Carver’s bed and you pull away again.

“Um… sorry Eds, but I don’t think we should be doing this here.”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” He giggles, “You want me to take you home? Or we could go to my place if you’d prefer? I’ve got the van downstairs and I think Chrissy will be ok to stay here.”

“Yeah… your… your place sounds good.”

You make your way downstairs to find Jason and Chrissy making out in the hall, you grin and clear your throat.

They snap apart, Chrissy looks away bashfully as Jason looks over to you, “So, how’d it go?” he asks, more towards you.

“It uh… it went well. I’m guessing it went well for you two as well?”

He nods, “Did you two…” he gestures between Eddie and yourself, “… did you tell each other how you feel?”

“Yes, we did.” Eddie answers firmly, “And we’ll be going now.”

He looks to over to her, “You gonna be ok to stay here, Chrissy?”

She nods, looking up at the pair of you, “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll see you guys around I guess.”

“Yeah sure. Let’s… let’s head out y/n. Leave these two to their… reunion.” He smirks.

You nod and follow him to his van.

Seated beside him, his brash music playing softly in the background “So, I guess all of that worked out in the end, huh?”

He grins at you, “It did… in like a weird, roundabout kind of way.” His face twists into a grimace, “Does this mean I should be thanking Carver?”

“Maybe not that far, but I think he’ll be more civil towards you from now on at least.” You shrug. “Anyway, lets get back to your place, so we can have some more fun.”

“Oh, geez… hang on we’ll be there in no time.”

You laugh at his response, “Well someone’s eager.”

“Yeah, yeah we got a lot of lost time to make up for you know.” He waves a hand in your direction.

Before you know it, you’re back in his trailer, Wayne still isn’t home, not due back for another couple hours.

Eddie ushers you inside overly excited, his motions remind you of a puppy, bounding along, looking back at you over his shoulder.

“You wanna… go to my bedroom?” He asks voice laden with purpose.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’d been in his room, nowhere near it, but the air was heavy with expectation tonight.

He continues a little rushed, “We don’t have to do anything, especially if you’re not one hundred percent comfortable with it-”

You cut him off, “Eddie, relax I’ve been in your bedroom a thousand times it’s no big deal… and I do want to kiss some more… if that’s ok with you?”

“Oh, sweetheart that is more than ok with me.”

“Yeah? Let’s go then.”

He grabs your arm, pulling you along all the way. He practically launches himself at the bed and you tumble along after him giggling.

“I’m not going anywhere you know, you don’t have to fall over yourself to get here.”

“Promise you’re not going anywhere?” He pouts up at you, looking at you with those big brown eyes.

“I promise. Now kiss me Munson, like you mean it.”

He dives in kissing you clumsily, messily, but you don’t mind because it’s Eddie… after all this time pinning after him, you were here.

Your hands wander into his long curls as things begin to heat up. His hands begin to wander too, but he pulls away, “I-is this ok?” He gasps breathily.

“Perfect Eddie.” You grab one of his hands guiding it to your breast, “You can touch me wherever you want, ok?”

“You mean that? Like… really anywhere?”

“Absolutely.”

“This… this is your first time, right? I mean…” He trails off.

You know what he’s getting at, “Yes, it’s my first… nothing ever happened between Carver and me… it was never real.”

“And how far do you want to go tonight? ‘Cause I am more than fine keeping it just like this, we don’t have to do more…”

“Eds, relax honestly, look at me.” He looks deep into your eyes, and you proceed, “I am ready to give you anything you want tonight. If that means we go all the way, great. If that means we just lay here making out and groping that’s great too. Just know that I want you too.”

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” He gasps.

“So, what do you want Eddie?”

“I want you, all of you… but I’m not… I’m not very experienced… I’ll try to make it good for you. Your first time should be…special-”

You press a finger to his lips halting his babble, “I know, and it will be special because it’s with you.”

“Fuck… ok, yeah…” He groans before capturing your lips with his own once more both yours and his eyes fluttering closed. His hands move to slip beneath your shirt and his calloused fingers fumble with the clasp of your bra for a moment before it releases.

He moves to the front of your chest, sliding his hands between the loose cups of your bra to cup your tits, squeezing them gently. When he rolls over one of your nipples you moan into his mouth. He matches the sound with one of his own, grinding his hips against your clothed core and you can feel the hard line of his cock.

You pull away from him, his lips follow yours for a moment, his eyes snap open searching for yours. You reach down gripping the hem of your shirt you pull it over your head, your bra follows along shortly after. He gapes at your bare chest and you giggle at his expression and tease, “Like what you see Munson?”

“Fuck you have the most perfect tits… can I… can I suck on them?”

“Remember, anything you want.” You answer.

He swoops in, ducking his head, tongue laving at your breasts occasionally pressing sloppy kisses to them. You move to straddle one of his legs, grinding down on it. He gasps against your skin. You tug on his shirt, “Can I see you too, please?”

“With pleasure.” He pulls away from your chest, hooking a hand into the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head and tossing it away blindly. You run your hands down his now exposed chest coming to rest at his belt-buckle, you look deep into his eyes, “Is this ok?”

“Yes, yes, god yes.” He whimpers.

You unbuckle his belt, undo the zip and slide his jeans down his thighs, eyes locking onto the bulge in his boxers.

You look back up at him, “You got condoms, right?”

“Absolutely, bedside table… by the ashtray.”

You clamber off of him pulling down your pants as you go, you can hear Eddie ridding himself of his own jeans completely. You spot the dusty blue box and pluck it out of the clutter moving back to the bed.

You look at him, both of you left in nothing but your underwear. You hand him the box and he sets it down beside him, “Sweetheart, you’re going to need a little more prep before we get into it.”

“What like… fingering and stuff?”

“Uh, yeah sure… um could I try… eating you out… I really, really like that…”

“Yeah… ok we can do that.” You agree shyly.

He beckons you over, “Lay down for me.”

You take a seat on the bed leaning back lengthways, resting against his pillow.

He crawls up to you, resumes kissing you slowly beginning to trail down your neck. Your eyes close and you whimper in response, he continues further down over your torso until he reaches the waistband of your panties. He pulls them down gently, easing them off of your legs and tossing them aside too.

“So pretty.” He mumbles to himself before diving in and pressing a kiss to your folds.

“So wet too.” He groans.

His tongue moves to lap up your juices and you gasp. He probes your entrance a few times with the tip of his tongue before running it all the way up to your clit. He grins against you when you jolt at the sensation, running a hand up your leg squeezing at your thigh before bringing it to join his tongue.

He spreads your slick over your folds, before slowly slipping two digits into your entrance. He crooks them against your spongy walls and you tangle your hands into his hair again gasping out his name. He groans against you and the vibrations are something else. Your hips rock against his face of their own accord.

You can feel yourself gushing over his fingers, a tension mounting somewhere deep in your belly as he stretches your slick walls with his hand. His other hand comes to press down on your stomach limiting the motion of your hips, but doubling the sensation.

Soon your legs are trembling either side of his head, you tug on his curls firmly. A tingly sensation spreads from your cunt to the extremities of your limbs. You call out his name again as you pulse on his fingers and flood his tongue with your release.

His fingers slip out while you’re coming down from your high and you release his locks. He looks up at you face slick with your juices and his drool, he makes no move to wipe it off. Just grins at you and asks, “Did you like that?”

You pant out, “Jesus fucking Christ Eddie, that was amazing… not experienced my ass.”

“What… I’m not.” He insists.

“Ok, if you say so… but goddamn that tongue of yours is good.”

He chuckles, “Thank you for the review, I appreciate the feedback.”

You slap his arm, “Ok, come on… you think I’m ready now?”

“Yeah… yeah let’s go.” He fumbles for the box of condoms. Pulling one out, he looks down at you, “Now, you are sure about this?”

“Oh my god, Eddie if you ask me one more time if I’m ‘sure about this’ I’m going to slap you in the fucking face… just fuck me already.”

“Ok message received loud and clear.” He surrenders.

He rolls his boxers down wriggling out of them, his flushed, weepy cock bounces out, bobbing between his legs. He tears open the condom and grips the length of his shaft. He lines up the condom with the head of his cock, moving to pinch the tip of it rolling it down over his length smoothly.

You watch every motion eagerly and he gives his length a few pumps with his hand before turning to you, you see him open his mouth to speak but you beat him to it, “I swear to god Munson if you ask one more time if I’m sure, that’s it…”

“I wasn’t, I swear… I was just going to say, I love you and I really hope I can make this feel good for you.”

“Aww, Eddie come here…” You pull him in by the back of his neck, kissing him in earnest and he reciprocates.

He pulls back, “Ok now let me just…” his little tongue pokes out between his teeth as he grips the base of his dick and runs the tip through your slippery folds a few times, fully focused on his motions.

He rests at your entrance, just pushing in ever so slightly before looking back to you, “You ready? It might… it might hurt a little, but I’ll go slow. Let me know if you need me to stop, ok?”

You hum in response, “Mhmmm… I’m ready... and I love you too Eddie.”

Slowly he eases himself into you, inch by inch, you grit your teeth against the slight burn. He drops a hand to circle your clit and the pleasure overtakes any pain. You whimper and moan, as he coos down at you thrusting shallowly, “Look at you taking me so well, such a good girl for me. That feel good?”

You nod biting your lip in an attempt to hold back your moans.

“Let me hear you sweetheart, please… wanna hear all the noises you make.”

You break at his words, whining, “God… fuck… Eddie, please more… faster or something, need more.”

He increases his pace one hand still circling your clit the other moving to grope your tits.

“Yes, fuck… just like that Eddie.” Your walls begin fluttering around him as he groans above you, sweat collecting on his brow, hair hanging in his face, panting loudly.

You writhe beneath him as you spasm on his cock, clamping down on him. His hips begin losing their rhythm and he growls, “Fuck… gonna cum… hngh… gonna cum for you.”

He stills, buried deep inside you and you feel him twitch and throb as he unloads into the condom.

He pulls out and rolls over, collapsing beside you gasping for breath. He removes the soiled condom tying it off and tossing it over the edge of the bed. He turns his head to look at you, breathing out, “Fuck that was good, did I mention I love you? How was it for you?”

You giggle, “Yes you’ve mentioned it multiple times now and it was good for me too, thank you Eddie.” You reach over and stroke his hair, he leans in to your touch.

“So, uh… what now?” He mumbles.

“Umm… I dunno we go out on a date I guess, the usual boyfriend/girlfriend stuff.” You shrug.

“We kinda did this a little backwards, you’re supposed to date before you have sex, right?”

“Well, I think in our case we can make an exception, don’t you?”

“Uh yeah, I’m not exactly complaining I just think it’s kinda funny.”

You giggle, “Yeah and all it took was us dating the completely wrong people for the wrong reasons.”

“It’s where we ended up that counts though. How about we clean up and you spend the night? I can give you some clothes to sleep in.”

“Sounds wonderful.” You grin back at him.

When Wayne gets home, he peeks his head into Eddie’s room to check on him, force of habit by now. He’s a little surprised to see you there, wrapped up with him under the covers all snuggled up.

He decides to leave it til morning, talk to the pair of you properly then. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t see this coming, but he wasn’t sure when Eddie had broken things off with his other girl… or if he even had. He shakes his head, all questions for tomorrow, he needed sleep now too.

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selineram3421 · 2 years

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What if after the Vox kidnaps reader one, the reader is having nightmares and hides them from Alastor until he touches them wrong or smth and they get really bad flashbacks and so Al goes CRAZY on Vox

(We stan overprotective deer man)

Mwuah~👌 Love this. This is after the story: In Your Control

Nightmare

Alastor & Reader Oneshot

You've been having trouble sleeping.

Which hasn't happened since the last few months when you were alive. Instead of the little shadows its from the recent nightmares.

Most of them are about being in that damn basement with that flat headed demon, getting electrocuted or beaten.

Sometimes its both. Sometimes its worse.

You hate when its worse. On those days you can't think of anything else but the nightmare. Rubbing your arms at the thought, where the burns used to be.

No one knows about it and you don't want them to. You don't want to be a bother. You just want to ignore the nightmares until you can forget about them.

Today you had one of the worst ones. You just wanted to get a warm drink and hide away back into your room.

You'd think being a dream demon would mean being able to control your own dreams.

Mumbling a few curses, you hold the warm mug in your hands and take a sip of your drink, a sigh leaving your mouth after.

A hand is placed near the back of your neck.

"Good mornin-", Alastor goes to greet you, but pulls his hand back after feeling you flinch. "Darling? Are you alright?"

You dropped the cup and it shattered on the tiled floor, your hands went to cover the back of your neck. Flashes of last nights dream go through your head, making you start to fidget.

"--?", he says your name, making you look back at him. "Did I give you a scare?"

"Sorry, I just didn't get enough sleep last night.", you say with a light laugh.

Alastor looks at you confused.

They've never had trouble sleeping in Hell.

He watches as they mutter to themselves while cleaning up the mess. He holds back a frown, noticing their hands shaking.

Something's wrong.

"Leave it be.", he tells you, pulling your hands away from the broken shards. "Niffty will take care of it."

"It's fine, I can-", you start.

He says your name sternly, making you stop and sigh.

"Ok."

Both of you are now in your shared favorite nook in the hotel, sitting on a soft couch and you're holding a freshly brewed cup of coffee.

"Now, tell me what's been keeping you from getting a proper nights rest.", he says, preparing his own cup of coffee.

"It's not a big deal. I just couldn't sleep.", you tell him, taking a sip of your drink, burning your tongue a bit.

"I've know you well enough to know that you're hiding something.", he reminds you, using a spoon to mix his coffee and taps it on the rim of the cup before setting it down on a napkin that's on the coffee table.

"I'm fine, I promise. I just woke up and stayed awake. That's all.", you mumble, looking at the coffee in your cup.

"Very well.", Alastor says and downs his coffee. "Let's go see what the others are doing!"

"The heck!? That was a steaming hot cup of coffee!", you say in shock.

You wake up from another nightmare late into the night.

What you didn't know was that you screamed before waking and now someone was knocking on your door.

Fuck. Your brain immediately thought.

Upon opening the door, you find Alastor ready to start knocking again.

"Now will you tell me?", he asks with a tilt of his head.

You nod with a sigh, taking hold of his hand that he offers, making your way to the nook corner.

After a while of just sitting in silence, you finally tell your friend what's been causing the restless nights. Only speaking about a few of the things that's happened in them, not wanting to say what else your mind conjured up.

"Why wait so long to tell me?", he asks.

"I didn't want to bother you with dumb-", you say.

"That wasn't our deal darling, we're friends. Part of the deal was talking about nonsense. This is not nonsense.", Alastor reminds you. "I'll listen, no matter what it's about."

"Ok..", you mumble.

After making sure you fell asleep, Alastor got ready to go out.

"Hmhmm..hm~", he hums as he makes his way out of the hotel and through the streets of Hell. Static getting louder and louder as he gets closer to his destination.

The T.V. Studio before him looked a little too peaceful today....

He should change that.

Vox was in the middle of ignoring calls when the windows broke. "The fuck!?" Looking out where the window would be, the t.v. demon finds his rival standing just outside of the building.

"K̴͈̞̠̍̉̕ǹ̵͠ỏ̶̧̂̇̾̚c̷k̷̛̫͖̝͊̓̿͛̓̒̈́̎ ̴̛̖̲͉͙̦̫̗͒̉̋̊̆͐͌̅̚ͅk̴n̶̹̲̺̻̥̰͖͐̾́̌͜o̷ć̴̢̮̲̤̥͈̭͂̎͑͐̎k̴̳̭̦͖̥͊!", Alastor smiles eerily, pretending to knock on a door and uses his powers to start bringing down the television studio.

"ƗŦ'Ş ¥ØỮŘ ŦỮŘŇ ŦØ β€ ŦØŘŦỮŘ€Đ~"

I suck at writing fighting scenes, so...pause? For now~

~Seline, the person.

Next! A oneshot ➡ Radio Silence

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What would Kai do in season 3 with the blackout and Nindroids ? I guess he would have a different story than Nya, who had a love triangle problem with Cole and Jay

Ok so first of all- OMG PEOPLE ARE ASKING ABOUT MY AU- THIS IS HAPPENING-!! I'm very excited!!!!

Now to the main point.

In the reboot season, everything would be a little diffrent. I mentioned some things about it on the post about the relationships Jaya & lavashipping in this au here:

But this is only lightly mentioned, so here's more:

In this au Kai would have similar role like canon Nya, but with some differences.

The season begins with the fact "the ninja era is over" and ninjas now are teachers for the kids. They are about to go on a school trip to Borg Industries with the children, but before that could happened, when Cole and Kai are coincidently alone in the classroom, Cole decided to take a shot and ask Kai on a date.

It'd be a little awkward, since Cole has never asked anyone on a date before or was interesed in romantic topic in general. Meanwhile Kai would be taken aback by his question, because he hadn't expeceted that comming. Kai didn't even think that Cole was interesed in him.

However, in the end Kai would agree with a smile, calming the earth ninja down.

Later in the Borg's Industrie as Pixal asked to go to the hundredth floor ninja, Kai at the last moment grabs his sister's hand and asks her to go with him because he wants to discuss something with her.

Even if Kai was good at hiding things and acting cool- He was a little nervous about this date and wated to ask his sister discretly for some advice.

Nya at first reluctantly agreed, but then noticed that something was going on and was curious.

So Sensei Wu, Kai & Nya go together for a tour around the factory. Nya is pretty much interested in the technology, while Kai is thinking how to approach the subject, without her sister finding out about this whole thing.

Eventually they come across this crush-seeking machine and the kids talk Nya into using it and when the result comes everyone is schocked, but Nya doesn't take the result too seriously.

Here her relationship in much better and based on common experiences and trust, and she has is no doubt about it.

The fire master actually takes this more like a joke.

Everyone: *looks shocked at the result*

Nya: Hah, clearly this mashine is broken.

Nya: Cole is only interested in cake.

Kai: ...well actually-

Nya: Hm?

Kai: He kinda asked me on a date today.

Nya: ...

Nya: He what?

After that they are attacked by the machines and ect. and later the whole team meets again. The boy give Nya her new costume and weapoon and later they go to the sensei Garmadon.

There's a lot of fighting, which is practically no different from canon.

Then later on the landfill while fixing Pixal, the result information from the matching-machine comes to light and everyone finds out about the result.

Jay is very concerned about this information, but he does not lash out in anger at Cole. He knows that Cole wouldn't do anything bad and even has crush on Nya's brother, but is still bothered by the result.

Like an inteligente mashine says there's better a match for your girlfriend than you.

That information is just really messing with Jay's head and giving him self-doubts. So during their mission Jay is nervous and wants to prove at all costs that he is better than Cole.

Nya almost immediately noticed that and is both worried and irritated by Jay's behaviour. So after having enough of this nonsense and finding a moment of peace she talks with him.

Nya tires to get this stupid thought out of his head and says that it was dumb of him to even think, that he's not enogh.

In the end everything comes back to normal and nothing too serious happened with their relationship.

Then next fights took place and Kai tries his best to help others, even if he is not very comfortable in the technological world.

Here Kai is also a Samurai X despite lack of engineering skills that Nya has, but but how it happened is another story-

There was not much time for Cole & Kai to interract and after Zane's sacrifice in the end never went on that date.

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That's pretty much season 3. I've gotten so many questions about this au lately, I'll try to answer them as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, I'm often busy and write slowly, but I'll do my best!

[Siblings elemental change AU]

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Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 5

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"The internet is going nuts about you and that Nico."

"Really?"

"Yep" Jourdan laughed. "Right now it is team Mason vs. team Nico, and it is so funny. I don't know who has the craziest fans."

"As long as they leave me alone..." Adele sighed.

"Have you heard from any of them?"

"Nope. Mason seems to be still working in Italy, and Nico followed me on Instagram and that's all I know."

"Was he just a one night stand, then?"

"Yeah. He's cute and we had fun, but I don't think anything else could happen."

"Then team Mason wins!"

"I hate you, Jourdan" Adele said, rolling her eyes.

"Hate you too" she smiled.

"And my mum is calling me, I guess it's time to leave."

"Oh, good luck! I can't wait to see those photos, they are gonna be amazing."

"I hope so."

"They will, you'll see. Good luck, Addie."

"Thank you. I'll need it" she replied before hanging up.

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"Mum, move your right hand a bit. Yes, perfect" Adele said before snapping another photo.

"She's a natural" she heard the other photographer say behind her.

"Both of them are" Maria Grazia added.

They had decided to stay and see her and her mum work together for the Dior campaign, which had made Adele feel even more nervous than she already was. This was her first professional photoshoot, and since being for one of the most iconic brands wasn't enough already, she had their creative director and a photographer who had been working for as long as she had been alive, keeping an eye on her.

When she first picked up the camera, her hands were shaking so much that she thought she wouldn't be able to take a single photo. But as her mum started posing, she relaxed and everything flowed.

"Ok, I think we are done" Adele said.

"Wait, no" her mum stopped her. "Let's take a couple more. Maybe standing?"

"Maria Grazia, what do you..."

"Yes, yes" she said, holding Adele from her shoulders and not allowing her to turn around.

"Ok…" Why were they all suddenly acting so weird?

"Now I do think we have them all" Elizabeth smiled after just a couple of shots. "Should we check them on the computer?"

"Sur... Mason?" Adele said when she was finally allowed to turn around. "What... How..."

"Hello, Addie. Elizabeth" he said with that smile of his that had broken so many hearts.

"What are you doing here?" Adele finally managed to say. "Weren't you in Italy?"

"I was, yes. But we wrapped up early, my mum told me that you were shooting your mum for Dior, and I said to myself, why don't I pay them a visit? I know this is huge and I wanted to be here for you. To support you."

"Thank you, Mase" she smiled, feeling her cheeks get warm.

"Mason, since we have you here, would you mind taking a photo of Adele and I together? You are the only one who manages to convince her to pose in front of a camera and I want to remember today."

"Of course. What do you say, Addie?"

"I'm not looking presentable, I..."

"Nonsense, you look beautiful. Give me that and join your mum" he said while taking the camera from her hands.

"C'mon, do as he says" Elizabeth insisted.

"Ok, fine" Adele replied, rolling her eyes and doing as she was being asked. Or ordered to.

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"I hate you so much."

"Why?" Mason laughed.

"The trap you and our mums set up?"

"Oh, that. We just wanted to surprise you on a big day."

"Yeah, sure" Adele snorted.

"Will a macaroon make you forgive me?" Mason pouted, offering her the little box. After the shoot was done, they had decided to go for a walk around the city to catch up and stop at their favourite bakery.

"It may help" she said. "So, how was Italy?"

"Definitely not as fun as Paris. Every time I saw you on Instagram I wished I was here with you. It looks like you've made some new friends."

"I've met so many people, Mase... So many" she chuckled. "But I don't consider them my friends, just acquaintances."

"Nico too?" Mason asked as he looked down, suddenly too interested on the floor.

"Nico too."

"You won't be seeing him again, then?"

"Nah."

"Good."

"Good?" Adele chuckled.

"I mean, you've probably seen everything that is going on online. Team Mason vs. Team Nico and all that. You are struggling enough with everything going on with us, you don't need to add more to it."

"Yeah, you are right" she sighed.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Eating another macaroon?"

"Haven't you had enough?" Mason laughed, hiding the box behind him.

"No, I have not. I barely ate today, I was too nervous."

"Then let's go find something else to eat. This is too much sugar."

"Oh, c'mon, Mase. Just another one" Adele pouted.

"Nope."

"Just one, please" she said, trying to take the box from his hands.

"I said no" Mason smirked, lifting it in the air so she wouldn't reach it.

"That won't stop me. I'm almost as tall as you are."

"Yeah... Perks of having a mum who is a supermodel and a dad who could have played basketball, right?"

"Exactly" she said, standing on her tiptoes and reaching the box.

"Addie, wait… Addie!" Mason said, the macaroons that were left on the box falling to the floor. "Now what?"

"Now I guess the pigeons will be having a feast, and you'll have to buy me lunch" she shrugged.

"Ok, come here you little rascal" he laughed, putting an arm around her shoulder and starting to walk. "What do you fancy?"

"Pasta."

"Addie, I just came from Italy. Can't we have something else?"

"Ummm... No" she replied with her best smile.

"Ok, then. I can't say no to that face" he said before kissing her cheek, her skin tingling where his lips had been. It was something Adele had never felt before with any other guy, and definitely not with Mason.

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harley-sunday · 1 year

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Feels Like Home [06]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 3.4k

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Granddad opts out on coming along for the barbecue because even though he’s doing much better already, he’s worried about not being able to make it through the afternoon without his injuries acting up, and so he tells you to have fun and give his regards to the Ricciardo's and Daniel in particular. You promise him you will.

You’ve decided to take your own car this time, instead of Granddad’s old beat up ute, the working airconditioning a definite plus on this warm late Winter’s day. The weather has done a complete turnaround after yesterday's storm, the sun shining brightly and the temperature high enough to warrant a barbecue. In the backseat, Ellie’s in deep conversation with Mr Koala about the upcoming get-together while you navigate your way through the suburbs of Perth singing along to the songs on the radio.

It's not too long of a drive, Daniel's parents living on the east side of the city, but there's some sporting event going on later today that's generated a lot of traffic. It's almost twelve-thirty when you finally pull up to the address Daniel texted you yesterday and Ellie’s already starting to doze off in her car seat. For a moment you debate parking in the shade of the big gum tree and sitting with her for an hour or so, until you can safely wake her up, but it seems silly and you decide to take your chances and carefully pick up Ellie from her car seat instead.

She seems unfazed, even lets out a cute little snore, and so with her now fully asleep in your arms you grab the diaper bag and walk over to the front door. Before you even have a chance to ring the bell the door swings open and Daniel steps into view.

He opens his mouth, no doubt to greet you, but then he spots Ellie and smiles, whispering a quiet, "Hi."

"Hi. Sorry," you reply, pulling a face. "I'd hoped we would have made it sooner so she'd still be awake but-"

"Ah, nonsense," Daniel says as he steps aside and motions for you to come in, holding out his hand so he can take the bag from you. "If you want we can put her on the couch? Or in the spare bedroom upstairs?"

"The couch is fine," you tell him as you follow him inside. "That way I can hear her when she wakes up." The living room he takes you to is nice and cool and you carefully lay Ellie down, making sure Mr Koala is within reach for her.

"Does she need a blanket, or anything?"

There's a hint of concern in his voice and so you quickly tell him, "That's ok, her hoodie should be warm enough." You press a kiss to Ellie's cheek and stroke her hair, "Momma's right outside, bub. I'll see you soon, ok?"

When you stand up Daniel nods towards the garden, "Let me introduce you to the rest of the family."

Daniel's mother spots you as soon as you step outside and quickly makes her way over to you, pulling you into a warm hug when she greets you, "Hello sweetheart, it's so nice to meet you."

You return the hug and can't help but smile, "Thank you for having me."

"Of course," she says as she pulls back, resting her hands on your arms as she introduces herself, "I'm Grace and this-" she motions for Daniel's father to come closer, "-is my husband Joe."

You shake Joe's hand, "It’s very nice to meet you."

“Absolute pleasure,” Joe says and you can’t help but notice how much he and Daniel sound alike. “I hope Danny hasn’t been causing too much trouble on the farm?”

“Oh no, quite the opposite.” You smile at Daniel’s parents, “He’s been a great help.”

Next to you Daniel gives his Dad a very pointed ‘Told you so’ look that makes his Dad roll his eyes and his Mum shake her head.

Grace looks at you with a kind smile then, "Danny told me you have a little girl? Is she here with you?

"Yeah, I- She fell asleep on the way over so Daniel said I could put her down on your couch, if that's ok?"

"Daniel Joseph Ricciardo," Grace smacks his chest. "We have a perfectly fine cot upstairs, why would you-"

"Oh no. No-" you quickly jump in, "-that's ok. I'd rather have her closeby so I can hear her when she wakes up. She's always a bit confused when we go somewhere new."

"Exactly," Daniel agrees with a self-satisfied grin.

His mother throws him a look that makes him swallow whatever it was he was going to say next and turns back to you, “And how’s your grandfather doing, dear? We heard he took a nasty tumble?”

“He’s doing much better,” you tell her with a smile. “He can already walk short distances again, but we’ve still got a bed set up for him in the living room because the stairs are a bit of a challenge.” You look from Grace to Daniel then, “He wanted me to thank you for inviting him, by the way. He wanted to come but the long drive and-”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart,” Grace says with a kind smile. She takes your elbow then, “Let me introduce you to the rest of the family.” Leading you to the large table in the middle of the garden she introduces you to Michelle, her husband, and their kids, Isaac and Isabella.

“You’re the alpaca lady, right?” Isabella asks you, almost in awe.

You nod, “Yeah, we’ve got three of them.” Then, with a wink, “They’re all girls too.”

Blake and Michael wait until you've promised Isabella you'll tell her more about the alpacas later before they come over to greet you. Blake gives you a quick, one-armed hug before Michael throws both his arms around you without hesitating, "Good to see you again!"

"Same," you beam back at him before you look from Michael to Blake. "Thanks again for helping out yesterday, guys. That was ace."

"No worries," Blake tells you with a grin. Next to him Michael nods.

It’s then Daniel comes up to you, resting his hand on the small of your back confidently, “Can I get you anything to drink?”

***

He tries to listen, really he does, but he finds himself stealing glances at her, watching her as she tells the story of yesterday’s rescue mission and shows pictures of the Alpacas to Isabella, and so he notices too late the conversation around him has died down. When he looks back at his best friends he finds both Blake and Michael staring at him with knowing looks. Daniel shrugs, “What? It’s a good story.”

Blake snorts and Michael shakes his head, “You need to talk to her, mate.”

“I know.”

Michael is about to say something else but there’s a cry coming from inside the house then and from the corner of his eyes Daniel can see her get up and rush inside. He gives his friends an apologetic smile, “I’ll go see if they’re alright.”

Without waiting for a reply he heads towards the house, trying to act casual enough not to draw any attention but failing when he catches his mother looking at him with her eyebrows raised from where she’s sitting at the table. He feigns innocence, “I’ll just go see if they need anything.”

“You do that,” his mother tells him with a self-satisfied smile and a wink at his sister.

When he gets inside he hears her explain where they are to Ellie, her voice soft when she tells her daughter, “This is where Danny’s mum and dad live, bub. And Michael and Blake are here. And you’ll get to meet Isaac and Isabella and-”

“Danny,” Ellie whispers.

“Yep, Danny’s here too,” she agrees quietly.

“Danny home?”

Daniel smiles as he puts her bottle in the microwave. He knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop but he likes hearing them talk about him, likes that he’s becoming important enough for Ellie to ask about.

“It used to be,” he hears her explain. “Danny lives next to Pop-pop now. His home is in Mundaring.”

It’s then Ellie spots him, letting out an excited, “Danny!”

He can’t help but smile as he walks over to where they’re sitting on the couch, warmed up bottle of milk in hand, “Here you go, Miss Ellie.” He looks at her then, “I hope it’s ok I warmed it up? I put your bag in the kitchen earlier and figured-”

“Of course. Thank you.”

“No worries.” Daniel risks a quick look at the garden before he looks back at her, “She’s going to be alright with all these new people?”

“Yeah, she’ll be fine,” she runs a hand through her daughter’s hair. “She already knows Blake and Michael-” she looks up at him with a warm smile, “-and you.”

“Danny home,” Ellie says then, in between drinking her milk.

Daniel smiles, a sense of belonging hitting him like a ton of bricks all of a sudden, “Almost, sweetheart. My home is right where you and momma live now, remember?”

***

Ellie seems to be tied to Isabella by an invisible string, never further than a few feet away from the older girl, wanting to copy whatever she does. You watch them play together in the small sandbox that Joe’s put up underneath a large Eucalyptus tree from where you’re sitting at the table, smiling when you see Ellie asking Isabella to help her with her sandcastle.

“You’ve got an absolutely lovely little girl,” Daniel’s mother says as she sits down on the empty chair next to you.

“Thank you,” you smile at Grace who’s put her hand on your arm.

“Danny told me what happened with her father and I-” she shakes her head and tuts. “Just know not all men are like that, sweetheart.”

“I know,” you agree quietly, catching yourself looking at Daniel who's wandering over to the sandbox.

Grace follows your gaze but doesn't say anything, instead giving your arm a gentle squeeze.

You watch as Daniel crouches down next to the girls and listens attentively as Ellie babbles on about 'sand casts' before she holds up her hands to him. He picks her up without hesitating and your heart does that funny thing where it seems to skip a beat or two.

Next to you Grace excuses herself and starts to get up but she leans in then and tells you, "I haven't seen him this relaxed in a long time." She gives you a kind smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."

Before you can tell her you're not sure you've had anything to do with that, she's disappeared into the kitchen and Daniel sits down next to you instead, Ellie sitting comfortably in his lap.

"So," he starts with a mischievous grin. "Miss Ellie and I had a quick meeting-"

"Hmm,"

"-and we decided we should do something fun tomorrow afternoon." He drops his grin and looks at you expectantly when he adds, "Just the three of us."

“Did you now,” you tease.

“We did,” Daniel agrees with a nod. “Very important meeting. We discussed maybe going over to Scoops for some ice cream and Miss Ellie pointed out that with all the hard work you’ve been doing, you deserve at least two scoops.” He leans in then and drops his voice, “Maybe even three.”

You let out a laugh, “Sounds like a perfect plan.”

"Yeah?" Daniel echoes, sounding relieved.

"Yeah," you agree quickly. "I'd like that."

"You heard that, Ellie? Momma said yes." Daniel rests his chin on top of Ellie's head, both of them smiling at you with goofy grins, "Happy days."

***

He watches her as she makes her rounds, saying goodbye to his sister and the kids before she gives Michael and Blake a hug and kisses his father on the cheek. His mother gets a hug and there are some whispered words between them that makes her smile and his mum tear up a little and it takes everything he has not to ask her about it when she finally joins him.

Ellie lets out a big yawn then and she chuckles, "That's our final cue, I think."

Daniel nods and follows her inside, grabbing the diaper bag for her as they walk past it in the kitchen. When they make it out of the front door and reach her car he opens the door for her without asking and waits until she's put Ellie in her car seat before he hands her the bag, "Here you go.”

"Thank you."

He leans in and presses a kiss to the top of Ellie’s head, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Miss Ellie.”

He closes the door and finds her looking up at him with a soft smile, "Thank you for having us today, Daniel. We had a great time."

"Nah, thank you for coming," Daniel says as he holds out his arms for a hug. When she steps into his embrace he wraps his arms around her tight, "Today was fun."

"It was," she agrees easily enough.

He lets go of her then and follows her to the driver's side of the car, holding the door open as she gets in. He puts one hand on the roof and leans in, "Drive safe, ok? I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Ricciardo," she replies with a grin. "I'll tell the girls you said hi."

Daniel chuckles, "You do that."

***

You're out on the front porch, Ellie decorating a terra cotta flower pot with some chalk you found in a shed somewhere and Homer snoring on the couch, when a black SUV pulls up to the house. It's a car you don't know and so you step in front of Ellie without even realising it but Homer must sense the change in your mood because he's suddenly wide awake and on high alert as well.

The door opens then and you let out a relieved breath when you see it's Blake, "Hi."

"Hi," Blake greets you with a kind smile but there's something about the manila folder he's got tucked under his arm that doesn't quite put you at ease.

You tell Homer it's ok before you pick Ellie up, trying to keep your tone light, "What brings you out here?"

Blake gives you an apologetic smile as he joins you on the front porch, "There's something we need to discuss."

"Right." You nod towards the house, "Let's go inside." You hand Ellie over to Granddad, bribing her with an episode of 'Bananas in Pyjamas' because of course she'd much rather stay with you and uncle Blake, before you head for the kitchen and sit down at the table, giving him a nod, "Ok. Let's hear it."

He clears his throat and opens the folder, pulling out a stack of papers held together by one of those fancy black clips, "We're going to need you to sign an NDA."

"A what?"

Blake, bless him, at least has the decency to look somewhat embarrassed when he explains, "A Non Disclosure Agreement. Basically it means that whatever Daniel tells you about Formula One, McLaren, contract negotiations, you name it, is confidential.”

“Ok,” you draw out, not sure if you fully understand what this entails. “So, if I- If I run into Mrs Mackenzie at Woolies and she asks me how Daniel’s doing can I still say that he’s doing well?"

"Yep."

"But I can’t tell her Daniel thinks Zak Brown is an asshole who keeps using him as a scapegoat even though it's McLaren as a whole that's incompetent?"

Blake chuckles, “That’s a weirdly specific example, but yes. That’s exactly what this means."

"Gotcha."

"There’s a list-” Blake makes a face, “It’s pretty long but it basically covers all the things that fall under the NDA. I mean, a lot of it comes down to common sense, which you seem to have more than enough of-”

“Thank you," it comes out almost automatically and void of any emotion.

“- but unfortunately it is something we have to do. The team expects it from us and-”

"I get that part-" you start, rolling the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth then, trying to figure out if this- whatever this is- that's now being forced upon you, that as far as you're concerned should have nothing to do with whatever relationship you and Daniel might have, is something you could come to terms with. You look at Blake then, trying to find the right words, "It's just-"

Blake shakes his head, "Honestly, don’t worry about it too much, it really is just a formality. We’ve done it with all of Dan’s-”

Something heavy settles in your chest when Blake cuts himself off, "Right."

"Shit. I'm sorry," Blake holds out his hand to you, "I didn't mean it like that, I-"

"Who is 'we'?"

"What?"

You throw Blake a look that you know lacks any of your usual kindness, "Earlier you said 'We need you to sign an NDA'. Who is 'we'?"

"McLaren." He shrugs, "And as Dan's manager, me.

You nod slowly, "And Daniel?"

"Daniel knows we ask people to sign an NDA, yeah."

Fuck. Ok. That- That's not what you expected. Why didn't Daniel say something? A little heads up would have been nice because Jesus, this feels more and more like a business agreement with every passing minute. You take a deep breath and pull the papers towards you, trying not to show Blake how unsure all of this makes you feel, "Can I at least look over it before I sign anything?"

"Of course," Blake nods. "If you could sign it and send me a copy by email tomorrow morning, that's fine."

You scoff, "And what if I don't want to sign?"

Blake gives you what you think is a sympathetic smile but might not be after all, "That's not really an option."

***

Daniel's got the windows of his car rolled down, the Spring breeze messing up his curls as he sings along to whatever song's playing on the radio, his fingers tapping his steering wheel in time with the beat. When he pulls up at the farm he's a little surprised to see her sitting on the front porch, as if she's been waiting for him, but it makes his smile grow even wider and so he greets her with an enthusiastic, "Hi neighbour!" It’s then he sees Ellie isn’t with her and for a moment he wonders what’s going on but then he figures the little girl is probably still asleep.

She stands up but doesn't say anything and nods towards the orchard, not waiting to see if he follows her or not.

He does, of course he does.

When they get to the swing she stops and turns towards him, wrapping her arms around herself tightly, as if she's trying to shield herself from something. She looks up at him but there's no smile this time, "I don't think this is a good idea, Daniel."

He's not sure he's heard her right, doesn't understand what she's talking about and so he shakes his head, "What? What do you mean?"

She frees up one arm and motions between them, "This. Us. It's not going to work."

Daniel feels as if the world has been thrown off its axes and is slightly off-balance, his throat tightening and something settling in the pit of his stomach, a feeling he only ever gets when he knows he's lost control of his car and is about to crash, "What are you on about? Did something happen? Did I-"

"Daniel-"

"I don't understand," his voice catches on the last word and fuck, it's starting to hurt. He takes a step closer to her, reaches out to do- What, he's not sure, but then she takes a step back and his heart sinks and so he pleads, "Please talk to me."

She takes a deep breath and shakes her head, "I can't do this. I-" She looks up at him, her eyes a little glossed over and a sad smile tugging on the corners of her lips, "I'm sorry. Thank you for everything you've done, I really appreciate it and I hope you don't think I took advantage of you."

"Don't-"

"Goodbye Daniel." She hugs herself closer, "Tell Blake I'll send him everything tonight, ok?"

Blake? What does Blake have to do with- Oh. Oh.

Fuck.

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mncxbe · 2 months

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Sweet n Low

𝑨𝒌𝒊 𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈•ﾟ｡𝒄𝒘: csm spoilers, sad Aki, on and off unestablished relationship, lil bit of smut and silly, slice of life// 2.3k words

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: ok so my city's full of wax cherry trees and they all bloomed this week♡ i was riding a bus when i passed some of the bloomed trees and they looked like they were covered in snow and it gave me this idea for Aki// divider by @benkeibear

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒙𝒕: Aki rarely takes days off of work. It’s pointless, a waste of precious time he could spend hunting down devils, but after getting injured into a fight, Makima forces him to go on vacation.

The heavy snow on the streets of Tokyo was long replaced by blossoming trees and vendors selling sakura mochi. Everything is so much lighter during spring- the air, the people, everything except the weight on Aki’s shoulders and the questions weighing on his mind. What’s he supposed to do with a free week? The whole point of this vacation is for him to relax and recover, so staying at home with Power and Denji is out of the question. The only other place he knows is Hokkaido, but he swore he’d never go there safe for the anniversary of his parents’ death.

Truth is, Aki has nowhere to go, and when Aki has nowhere to go, he comes to you.

When you open the door to your apartment, your colleague greets you with a nod “Hey there”

Oh hi, Aki. You move to the side, letting him step inside. As always, Aki takes off his shoes and sits down at the kitchen table, looking around the apartment while you make him coffee- medium grind, slow drip with no milk and a pinch of sugar. You notice he’s quieter than usual, his expression darker as he stares at something outside the kitchen window. During the few years you’ve known each other you learnt that Aki has the bad habit of getting lost in his own thoughts when things got tough– his mind is both a refuge and a prison, but today it seems to be the latter. Placing the steaming cup of coffee next to him you squeeze behind his chair, wrapping your arms around his neck. I see you were discharged. You feel any better?

“A little bit…” he muses “Look, I was wondering if I could crash at your place this week. Makima made me take a week off after my injury” You smile, nuzzling your chin in the crook of his neck. He always smells so good despite smoking, like a fresh summer breeze. I’d let you stay but I’m going back to my hometown this week so… “No, no it’s okay I get it. Forget I asked” Aki and you are close, but not close enough to let him stay at your place by himself. Still, you can’t shake off the feeling that you have to do something for him. You could come with me you suggest and he tenses up, shaking his head “I couldn’t possibly it’s your vacation. I don’t want to intrude” Nonsense you giggle, slowly running your hands up the sides of his face and into his hair to undo his topknot. The protests that fall from his lips are quickly silenced when you trace soft kisses on his neck and jaw, working your way up to the shell of his ear.

Come on, Aki, it’ll be fun. You and me in my little hometown for a whole week you whisper, rolling his stiff muscles under your palms, easing the tension in his shoulders. We could go on walks all day. I’ll show you around, it’s a pretty village, quite quiet too, perfect for you to relax. Your hands slide lowers down his chest and abdomen, finding purchase on his thighs. Your body’s practically flush against his back and Aki’s breath catches in his throat when you kiss his cheek again I can help you relax–

“Ok, alright, I’ll come with you” he cuts you off, his thumb brushing against the inside of your wrist, one of the few signs of affection he showed you. You straighten your back at his compliance and ruffle his hair, earning a soft frown from the man Wonderful, we’re leaving tonight.

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You reach your hometown by morning, just before sunrise, and you rent a room at a local inn. “Why don’t you just stay with your family?” he asks the moment the door to your room slides shut behind you. He drops his luggage on the floor and reaches for his pack of cigarettes Because I promised you I’d stay with you. You snap your fingers to get his attention and Aki turns to see you pointing at a no smoking inside sign and huffs, mumbling curses under his breath as he returns the pack to his breast pocket. “I really have to go all the way to the front porch to have my damn cigarette?”

Sort of you laugh and it’s like music to his ears. He takes a deep breath in to calm his nerves and looks around the room: it wasn’t much larger than his own bedroom, with a bed in the middle and a table for two in the corner, next to the built-in closet. A fresh breeze seeps inside the room through the open window, carrying a faint flowery scent. It was early morning and people were slowly starting to come out on the streets “So, what’s the plan for today?” Jee, Aki, relax we just got here. We should sleep for a while, we’ve been up all night you say as if you didn’t sleep during the whole trip. “I think I’ll pass. I’m going to take a walk around town” You nod, yawning as you slip out of your clothes and into your pajamas. You sure you don’t want to stay?

Curling up between the sheets with you in his arms sounds awfully tempting, but he needs to be alone at least for a while. “I’m sure. I’ll be back in a few hours though”

And so he leaves the inn and walks down the stone paved street lined with pretty houses, family restaurants and shops with closed windows. From time to time, someone passes by and gives him a friendly good morning but aside from that, the place is silent. There are no cars rushing around, no bustling crowds and no devils massacring innocent civilians, just peace and quiet, as if the whole town was frozen in time. Aki doesn’t understand how a village just hours away from Tokyo could be so serene, but he welcomes the normality of this place, allowing it to settle down over him and soothe his worries.

He finds a bench on the main street and takes a seat, procuring his pack. He cups the flame of his lighter with a hand, sheltering it from the soft breeze as he lights a cigarette and takes a deep breath in, the smoke stinging the back of his throat. Aki drops his head back and closes his eyes, listening to the birds chirping in the distance. Perfect, everything is perfect, he’s certain he made the right decision by joining you on this trip. He’d go back to you in a few hours and you’ll show him around town, maybe he’ll even get to meet your family one of these days and the two of you would have a good time. Maybe he will even allow himself to believe that you are more than occasional fuck buddies.

But then he notices the trees and the sense of peace crumbles. As he looks up at the crowns of flowers above him through half lidded eyes they seem covered in snow and nausea washes over him. How did he not notice them sooner? Fuck his mind for not allowing him to have one peaceful moment before memories of the day his family died rushed in. Suddenly, the picture he conjured up of this corner of paradise, his plans to enjoy the vacation are spoiled, slipping through his fingers like sand in an hourglass. He ashes his cigarette and gets up from the bench, retracing his steps back to the inn, away from all the things that remind him of his past. He shuts himself in, desperately trying to ignore his memories and the white trees lining up every street that make him feel like the world is caging in on him.

He doesn’t even realize that he’s in his room until your sleepy voice snaps him back to his senses. Aki, you’re back so soon? you mumble, rubbing your eyes and stretching out an arm, beckoning him to join you in bed. And he does, shrugging off his jacket and slipping under the sheets. Did you have fun on your walk? He mumbles a yes, though you can tell he’s not in the best of spirits, so you simply smile up at him, holding his face in your hands. I’m glad then. Maybe we could go to the hot springs later today. I’m sure you’ll love it. Your touch feels so warm against his skin, your lips so deliciously sweet when you kiss him. Aki hooks an arm around your waist and deepens the kiss, pulling you closer until your bodies are flush against one another and your breaths grow shallower as he pulls your pajama shorts to the side.

His actions are urgent, desperate, but you let him kiss you and touch you and fuck you and he does it like you’re his lifeline. Because in moments like this one, when he's plagued by his past, the pain so vivid and intense even years after those unfortunate events, you are the only thing that brings him peace.

So what’s up with you, hm? You seem awfully tense.

The sun sunk low under the line of the horizon a few hours ago, the only source of light coming from the lampposts on the main street, a hue of gold floating dissipating in the dark of the night. Aki’s back is turned to you as he pretends to sleep, his ribcage rising and falling with each breath he takes. It’s clear he doesn’t want to talk– he’s been acting strange ever since he returned from his walk and didn’t even join you to the onsen, but you can’t just leave him like this.

Shifting closer to him, you run your hand along the expanse of his arm, feeling his muscles relax under your touch. You’re not going to accomplish anything by ignoring me, you press and he sighs, turning to lay on his back. He looks so pretty in the soft light that seeps through the open window, his jaw tense, lips pressed in a tight line, lashes batting slowly as if to fence off the sleep. When he finally speaks his voice has a distant edge to it. “It’s just the trees. They remind me of the snow in Hokkaido”

And is that a bad thing?

Of course you don’t know, he never told you about his parents and he has doubts that this is the right moment to have this conversation. But your eyes are so imploring as you prop yourself up on your forearm and look down at him, waiting for some sort of clarification.

“You know... my parents and my brother died when I was a kid, killed by the Gun devil. It was winter and everything was snowed in. I was playing outside with my brother but I sent him to grab something from the house and that’s when-” His voice is strained, like he has to force the words out of him and you feel your heart breaking for him. Your gaze drifts to at the tree in front of your room’s window, its white flowers basking in moonlight and somehow you can see it: the soft glow of the petals and the way they slope to the ground when the wind sweeps them off their sepals resembles snowflakes falling.

You fiddle with the collar of Aki’s t-shirt, trying to find the right thing to say. Would he even appreciate your sympathy? You know he’s not the type of guy who likes to be pitied and you fear doing worse, pushing him farther away. I’m sorry to hear you say under your breath, wrapping your arms around his narrow waist and placing a gentle kiss to his shoulder. I didn’t know it’d be like this.

“Don’t apologize, it's not your fault. I’ve got my own issues to deal with, but I want us to have a good time here” His reassurance doesn’t really have the effect he hoped for, he can tell you’re already overthinking. Aki cups your cheek, tilting your head up, making you face him. “I mean it, Y/N. Don’t worry.” His lips brush against yours in a soft kiss, his hand finding its way to your thigh, giving it a light squeeze. “Plus they’re just fucking trees. I won’t let them ruin the only actual vacation I had since I joined the Public Safety”

But won’t they bother you if you see them all the time? I mean, hell, they’re everywhere.

"I know they are…” his voice drifts off as he leans closer to you, his deep blue eyes scanning your features as he traces the contour of your face with his fingertips. Your skin is smooth and warm under his touch, a reminder that you’re here. That he’s here. He’s not in the frozen land of Hokkaido, not in his childhood home, but in a little town with cherry trees east of Fukuoka. This is your home, your life, and for a week he’s allowed to be part of it, to forget his worries and leave his past behind. And he’d be damned if he let a couple of plants ruin it for him. So he kisses you again, gently pushing you back down on the mattress as he whispers against your lips “I guess I’ll just have to keep my eye on you whenever we’re outside.”

#‧₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚#chainsaw man #chainsaw man aki #aki fluff #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #csm x reader #csm #aki x reader #csm aki

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Work life balance

Large wooden doors close before your eyes and you let out a groan of exhaustion that you've been holding in all day. The daycare was finally closed for the day and you could not be happier. Sure, you loved working with the kiddos, sun, and moon, but some days just get too... much? Noises sometimes get too loud, the colors in the daycare sometimes feel too bright, and that doesnt help when kids are running around doing god knows what. You were rightfully exhausted, but today more so than other days.

"Oh my god, finally." You groaned out as your feet dragged you to the staff counter, your body immediately tossing itself into one of the office chairs. The wheels underneath you squeak as a metalic chortle echoes from deep within the daycare, drawing your attention to the tall yellow figure in the other side of the room.

"Aw, tired already? Thought id ask you to stay for a slumber party." Sun, the daycare attendant who you technically worked for, spoke loud enough for you to hear him, even at such a distance. You chuckled as he skipped his way towards you, a cheaply designed moon plushie in his hand jingling with each hop.

"Todays been rough," you sighed as you laid your head down on the desk, the darkness of closing your eyes making the pulsing in your head subside. "My backs sore and that karen almost made me do something bad."

"What happened to your back?" Sun asked with a tilt in his head; you don't see it, but you can hear the familiar sound.

"Nothing just-" a yawn escaped your lips as you sat back up and stretched, your back making a small pop as if to prove your earlier statement right. "-looking down at kids all the time does numbers on the spine, especially if your a human."

Theres a hum of acknowledgment from sun but no further inquiries or statements, he can probably tell you're overstimulated and tired. Hell, you were practically falling asleep mid conversation. Your eyes were heavy and for a moment you swear you started dreaming, but you couldn't clock off work yet since you had to help sun clean up.

"Psstt~" your eyes snap open and you see sun laying his head on top of the staff counter, moon plush held out towards you as he hid his smile behind his free arm. "You should take a nap," he mimics moons voice as he holds back a laugh. "We'll clean up for the night! Just rest up before you get behind a wheel like that."

"No no no-" you waved your hands dismissively. "Its fine- im fine. Let me help-"

"Nonsense! If you go driving home all exhausted, we just might not see you tomorrow." Suns standing at full height now, hands on his hips as he frowns like a disapproving mother.

"Im not that tired." You tried to reasure, fighting back a yawn that ironically tried to creep up your throat. Sun only shook his head and clicked his tongue, the moon plush in his hand practically doing the same thing.

He was right, you were exhausted. But you didnt want him to do all the work just because your human body was losing battery. That wasn't right to you.

"Here look," you pushed the chair away from the desk and hopped off to stand up, a flash of dizziness hitting you for a second. "Im fine! Not tired at all! A-ok!" Sun watched as you made a show of marching out from behind the counter, leaning over to grab a rogue ballpit ball that somehow got left nearby.

"You really shouldn't push it, rain cloud." The animatronic makes a noise akin to a sigh.

"Im fine." Theres silence as you walked over to the large ballpit, throwing the plastic sphere inside as sun just watched from over by the desk.

You could feel his gaze following your every movement, probably seeing how sluggishly you moved. You went to grab a couple more items that were scattered around before something grabs you by the shoulders.

"Huh?" You turned your head as far as you physically could to see sun standing behind you, an unfamiliar expression on his face as his large fingers kneaded into your shoulders and back. "What are you doi- ack!" a pain in your scapula interupts you as suns fingers pressed harder into the flesh, making you wince as you dropped whatever toy you had in your hand.

Then, the pain melted away. Instead, in its place was a comforting massage that you couldnt help but lean into, eyes fluttering shut and head falling forward.

"What are you doing?" You asked again, quietly this time.

"Relax. If you're not gonna even try a nap, at least let us do this for you."

Suns hands worked wonders as they found each ache and crevice that tainted your temple of a body, his touch making you melt. You couldnt help the small noises of satisfaction that slipped out now and again, embarrassing you a little but sun didnt seem to mind. He was always so good at molding you with nothing but his touch. You felt like the winter snow melting underneath the cozy sun, or clay in a sculptors skilled hands.

"Feeling better?" Your eyes flutter open as sun whispers into your right ear, the heat of his body bouncing off of you comfortably.

"Mhmm.." you nodded as you leaned your head back, the crown of your skull meeting with his chest. "Perfect, actually."

Sun hums and smiles, his face pressed against your head as his hands slowly trail down your back. They slide down to your waist and you could feel heat growing in your face. But you didnt move. No, in fact, you closed your eyes again and enjoyed how his long digits wrapped around the area gently, intimately. The feeling was all you've ever dreamt of, to be held, caressed, loved.

That was until you felt the ground below you leave your presence. You squeaked as you felt suns grip on your waist pull you into the air, effortlessly carrying you to a pile of cots and blankets. The solar wordlessly threw you(carefully) into the pile, wasting no time to wrap you up in layers of blankets to the point you literally were not able to move.

"Sun! What the hell?!" You glared at him as he dusted his hands and looked down at his work with a satisfied smirk.

"Rest up little doll," he cheerfully commanded, clasping his hands together with a toothy grin. "And watch your language."

You scoffed and tried to wiggle your way out, but he seemed to have wrapped you up far too well.

"Sun!!" You whined, your body falling backwards onto the cots as you grew too exhausted to keep fighting.

"Now now," sun cooed as he crouched down and positioned you into a more comfortable laying position. "I wouldnt stay awake any longer; the lights are out in 3 minutes."

"What?! But im not- sun!" But he was already walking away, humming to the tune that played over the speakers as he grabbed the toy you dropped earlier, placing it into a crate and completely ignoring your whining.

You groaned angrily, but the anger subsided as you stared up into the cloud shaped ceiling lights. The bright whites made your eyes hurt and you couldnt help but close them. And before you knew it, you were asleep.

"Goodnight, star."

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remuslupinsdaughter · 9 months

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Christmas

Dad Remus x daughter

Christmas fluff with the family

It’s cold here today so I’m going home instantly festive

It was a cold Christmas Eve at Grimmauld place, Iris was decorating the tree with the twins, Ginny and Hermione, she carefully placed the glass baubles on the branches of the tree, “ok now we just need to get the star on top” Iris said picking up the star and reaching up, stretching on her tip toes but not being quite tall enough to reach. “I need a chair” Iris said turning to grab one then was stopped by Remus, “nonsense we just need a bit of teamwork” he said smiling, Iris laughed and climbed onto her fathers shoulders squealing and laughing as he stood up and she tried to keep her balance, Hermione quickly snapped a Polaroid as Iris placed the star on the top of the tree and Remus put her down again. “Now that is a good looking tree” Fred said looking at it, “still think it would’ve been quicker to just use magic” Ron grumbled, “now where’s the Christmas spirit in that?!” Iris said smiling, Ron just rolled his eyes.

“I’m home troops!” Arthur shouted as he walked through the doors, “and I bring muggle gifts!” Everyone gathered round to see what Arthur had brought home with him, George picked up a case of four drinks, “woah what are these” he said, “J…2…0? What a weird name” Fred said reading the label, “it’s shiny!” Ginny said pointing at the liquid inside the bottles, “is it a potion dad?” Fred asked shaking the bottle, “it’s glitter guys look” Iris said looking at the label, “glitter berry” “these are really good I stole one once when I was at the Dursleys one year” Harry said, “right you lot move out the way, go and set the table” Molly said shooing them out the kitchen.

Iris snuck upstairs with Hermione to finish wrapping presents, “hi Kreacher” Iris greeted the grumpy house elf as she skipped up the stairs, she often felt sorry for the house elf and tried to be nice to him whenever she could, even if she only got a growl in response. Just as Iris began wrapping up her dads present the door opened, “DON’T COME IN” Iris and Hermione shouted in unison, “why what are you up to in there? Are you ok?” Remus said as he started to push the door open more, Iris jumped to her feet and pushed the door back, “we’re wrapping presents and you’ll ruin your surprise so shoo” she said pushing the door fully closed, Remus scoffed a laugh and walked back downstairs.

After dinner everyone was settled in front of the fire talking and laughing, Fred and George were stealing wine from the kitchen and Hermione was plaiting Ginny’s hair. Iris sat next to her dad and leant into his side, Remus put his arm around her and carried on chatting to Sirius and Arthur, they started talking about the order to which Iris groaned and rolled her eyes, Remus looked down at her “everything alright?” He asked, “no order talk it’s Christmas for gods sake! I bet even you know who has a little tree and a mulled wine in whatever creepy hole he’s hiding in” she said to them in an irritated tone, Sirius stifled a laugh, “sorry little wolf, I promise no more order talk” he said with a wink.

“Right you lot! It’s late off to bed” Arthur said clapping his hands, everyone groaned, “come on dad it’s Christmas Eve” Ginny whined, “yeah come on Arthur half an hour longer please” Iris pleaded, “I gave you that nearly two hours ago” he said, Ginny and Iris slouched in their seats, Remus chuckled, “come on do as Arthur says, off to bed”, Iris grumbled up at him and stood up following the others up to bed, “goodnight, and lights out! If you start talking we’ll hear you!” Molly called after them. Iris, Hermione and Ginny walked in their shared room giggling excitedly about tomorrow, “I’m so excited I can’t sleep!” Ginny said changing into her pyjamas and climbing into bed, “me too” Iris said sitting up in her bed, “I hope it snows tonight” Iris says smiling, Hermione gasps “oh I hope so! I’ve never had a white Christmas”.

Soon enough Christmas Day rolled around, Iris and Ginny woke up first and were whispering excitedly, they checked the time, seven am, “that’s not too early right?” Ginny whispered, “I think we’re being quite generous” Iris replied laughing, “I’ll wake my brothers up you wake up your dad and uncle” Ginny says then throws a pillow at Hermione, “what” she groans, “wake up sleepyhead it’s Christmas” Iris says giggling, Hermione laughs tiredly, “come on we need your help waking everyone up” Ginny said pulling on her slippers.

They tiptoed out the room, Hermione and Ginny creeping up the stairs to the boys rooms and Iris snuck into her fathers room just down the hall from hers, she leapt onto his bed and hugged him as tight as she could “merry Christmas dad” she said giggling, Remus smiled, his eyes still shut and wrapped his arm around her, “merry Christmas sweetheart” he said his voice still thick with sleep, he squished her close to his chest and faked a snore, Iris laughed “noooo I still need to wake up uncle Pads” she said trying to break out of his grip, Remus reluctantly released his grip on her and Iris leapt out the bed before he changed his mind, “meet us downstairs” she said and ran out the room, she was greeted by a yawning Ron thumping down the stairs, “dads awake, just getting Sirius now” she said grinning at Hermione who smiled back and nodded.

Iris carefully opened the door but Sirius was already awake, “oh uncle Pads you’re awake” Iris said as she saw Sirius sat fully dressed in the large armchair in the corner of his room by the window smoking a cigar. He smiled up at her and extended his arm at her, she skipped over and sat with him in the armchair snuggling into his side, “are you ok uncle Pads?” She asked looking up at him, “Christmas wasn’t as fun for me when I was a child, brings back some memories which aren’t as nice” he says looking out the window and tapping the excess ash off his cigar. “Well this Christmas is going to be your best one ever, we got you a stocking and presents” Iris said grinning up at him, Sirius smiled back and ruffled her hair gently, Iris stood up, “I’ll see you downstairs I need to organise the presents into piles” she said and ran out the room.

Iris sprinted down the stairs and was pulled to a stop by her dad, “Iris don’t run you’ll hurt yourself” he said sternly, Iris took off running again shouting a “sorry!” As she sped off towards the living room where the tree is, Iris started to organise the presents into piles for each person laying their stockings next to them, “breakfast everyone!” Molly shouted from the kitchen, Iris finished the piles and went to the kitchen, everyone except Sirius was there, Iris made sure to set aside a cup of tea and some eggs and bacon for him, everyone wolfed breakfast down as the parents were dragged to the presents by their children. Iris told everyone where to sit in front of their present piles, she frowned when Sirius still hadn’t appeared.

Everyone began opening their stockings that were full of sweets and chocolates and small zonko products. Just as Iris was about to lose hope and put Sirius’ things back under the tree, he appeared, Iris grinned and grabbed the tea and plate of breakfast off the side, she gave them to him, “I saved you some breakfast before the twins scoffed it” Sirius smiled and took his spot next to his pile, he teared up slightly but shook it off. “Merry Christmas uncle Pads” Iris said smiling at him, “merry Christmas little wolf”.

#daughter reader #harry potter #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #weasley twins #ginny weasley #child reader

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intheorangebedroom · 7 months

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Hey orange besties 🧡

Here's the one thing none of you asked for but I'm giving you anyway!! Listen, Halloween is my favourite holiday and I'd do just about anything rather than start working on my WIP because it terrifies me.

So here's the most indulgent headcanon EVER, please feel free to scroll past this nonsense of a post, but not before I could wish you all a very spooky Halloween 🧡

Yes, I have no shame.

Explicit HC below the cut 🔞

This Halloween, you've convinced Frankie to host a party at your place. He was really the first surprise, you're not exactly the party type, yet here you are.

You’ve been on Pinterest looking up aesthetics and recipes since August, basically, you've spent an inordinate amount of money on fancy decorations, stocked up enough candy to give all the kids in the tristate area a stomach ache of biblical proportions, and it's finally happening, today is the day, this is your version of the American dream.

But what will you and your friends dress up as???

Rosie

For years, the two of you have had an ongoing argument about what constitutes a proper Halloween costume. To you, it’s either crafty and creative, or spooky if not disgusting. To her… Let’s say she’s explored all the slutty options out there.

This year, the debate resumes as early as September. Only this time, you outsmart her, challenging her to look sexy despite a plain horror get up.

Never one to retreat, always one to excel, Rosie chooses to dress up as Candyman. With the fur and the hook and the scarf, down to the fake bees painted on the left side of her face. And yes, she still is smouldering hot as all hell.

Will

Will? Dressing up? Fucking hell, why are you doing this to him? He’s a grown ass man. He was a warrior, for fuck’s sake. He’s not gonna go around and spend money on a fucking costume!

But. He’ll be damned if he’s the only one who doesn’t play along. He can probably whip up something with whatever he’s got in his closet, anyway. Like…. Motorcycle gang leader, for example.

(at this point, orange besties, I’m cackling in French).

Yovanna

Yovanna. Understood. The assignment. Obviously because she’s hands up the smartest one of all the TF bunch.

She dresses up as the Corpse Bride. Your jaw drops to the floor when you open the door. She's stealing the show and it is fine. You’ve no idea how she can look this at ease with all that heavy makeup covering her skin, but she looks like she's having a hell of a good time, oh and also SHE'S FUCKING STUNNING.

Pope

Pope could have made an effort and go as Victor, right? He should have. Did he, though? No. No he didn't.

Pope dresses up as Miguel O'Hara from Across The Spider-Verse, so he can slither into this tight af costume and strut his butt like a Spidey slut.

Tom

Kidding. Tom's not invited. But if he were...

Benny

Sweet, sweet Benny, our sunshine boy, our precious blond gem of a baby man…

Benny considered not coming at all. Not that he's not over you yet, come on, let's be serious, it's been over two years. He's totally over you. He’s slept with at least a dozen different women since you broke up and his friendship with Frankie is on the mend, so yeah, over you and beyond, thank you very much. Ok, he'll go, then. Besides... he wants to see you. Just to make sure he’s really over you. What could possibly go wrong?

A horror classic connoisseur, his first idea is to dress up as something overly sublte. Say… Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, for instance. Only because it would be obscure enough for people to ask him about it, which would give him a good opportunity to show off his impressive... cinematic knowledge. Not at all because you and the director share the same last name. Of course not. And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’d probably be the only one in the room able to identify the costume. Argh fuck, he can’t go as Tom Conway in the 1942 Jacques Tourneur’s Cat People, can he?

Fine. He’ll play it safe. Mainstream. Mike Meyers. But Mike Meyers with a twist: the kid version.

What he does not anticipate, is how many times he gets asked if he’s that stupid Pennyclown from It. Doesn’t anyone have any fucking classic culture?? It’s winding him up real bad and he’s starting to think he’ll leave early, until you walk up to him with a shy smile and a tall glass of beer.

“You make a real good baby Meyers, Benjamin,” you whisper, and it's the first words you've spoken to him all night. Of course you knew, of course you’re the only one who guessed, and he wants to say something smart but he can’t, he’s riveted to the floor, melting under your soft gaze. You lift your arm, as if reaching for him and for a split second, he thinks you’re gonna run your fingers through his hair like you used to, and his heart does this lurching thing, like it simultaneously shrinks and explodes in his chest, and fuck him. He’s not over you yet.

(maybe I’m not over him either 👀)

Meanwhile… Meanwhile, Frankie's watching the whole scene from the kitchen. Ticking jaw, sucking on his teeth, vein popping in his neck.

But what did Frankie dress up as, you ask. If you're still reading this, that is.

Frankie

Well, Frankie’s not exactly big on Halloween. For one, he grew up in a household full of ghosts. The candy sure was a perk, as a kid, but he’s always enjoyed savoury food more than sweets. Later, Izzy would let him tag along to the parties she went to (not that her mother left her much choice, anyway), and those were fun, admitedly. There was always alcohol, but most importantly, ✨girls✨ Girls who would never fail to find Izzy’s baby brother oh so cute with his soft curls and his golden skin and his lovely dimples and he’d spend the entire evening passing from one set of arms to another set of hands, which suited him juuuuust fine.

However, the man now has an actual body count, so he’s not too keen on the notion of the dead coming back to haunt the living for one night…

But thewhole thing makes you so damn happy. In the end, it doesn’t matter if he has to fend off an entire army of undead.

Unlike Pope, whatever your choice of outfit may be, he’ll get behind you. You wanna be Lydia Deetz? He’ll be your Beetlejuice. He’ll be the Gomez to your Morticia, the John Bartlett to your Patricia Bradley.

This year, you announce most enthusiastically, you want to be Frankenstein’s Bride.

Alright, baby!

And let's just say this: he makes it very, very difficult for you to be a good host to your guests. How on god’s wretched earth can he be this incredibly sexy as Frankenstein's creature??

Not only is he good with the kids, patient and gentle and cracking dad jokes with each group of little monsters and Elsas and cowboys eagerly standing on your doorstep, but that jacket… That damn jacket he got himself, three sizes too small, fuck, that poor jacket is working hard ALL NIGHT trying to contain his breadth, the seams just as strained around his shoulders as your poor clenching cu–

Oh and you’ve no idea where he found that headband with the bolts on each side, but you don’t really care because he’s slicked black his hair and it's curling thick and luscious on his nape and you can’t wait for every one to get the hell out of your place.

You’re gonna go down on him the minute the last guest leaves your house, take him down your throat and show him just how grateful to him you are for playing along so well. Watch that handsome, pretty, pretty face, that the green makeup and fake scars can't even spoil, go slack when you suck on his balls and swallow his spend.

And you almost get to do it. If it wasn’t for that tiny little misstep. The sultry teasing words you pour into his neck, halfway through the party. When you tell him that what you truly wanted to dress up as was Margarita at the Midnight Ball. And Francisco’s eyes grow dangerously dark and wide and wild, pupils shot open with lust, because he knows what this means. And what this means is stark naked.

And sure enough, he has barely closed the door behind the last guest that Frankie turns around and orders you to "Take off those fucking clothes. Now."

His tone brooks exactly zero argument. You comply at the speed of light before he shoves you onto the couch and kneels on the floor between your spread thighs, and it's very obvious, very fast, that you are his Halloween candy.

He keeps your ass balanced on the edge of the sofa and your back pressed into the soft cushions, thick fingers digging into the dips of your hips to hold you still with a welcome, bruising hold.

His mouth feels like lava, liquid and hot as he licks into you like a starved man, broad sloppy stripes through your dripping folds, tongue dipping to feast on your slick like his sole purpose down there is to drink you dry.

And when he wants more, because it’s never enough, he fastens his plush lips around your pulsating clit and plays it with the curled up tip of his tongue, two fingers hooked inside your cunt and pulling on that fucking spot with the same deftness with which he used to pull the trigger, and you give him more, give him everything he wants, you leak straight into his mouth, you’ve lost track of time somewhere after your third orgasm.

There’s green makeup smeared all over your inner thighs, rivulets of black tears streaking your once ghostly pale cheeks. Sweat’s pooling in the small of your back and damp locks of hair are glued to your temples and forehead.

You're a writhing mess, nearly slipping out of consciousness when he grabs your waist and flips you around, rough and urgent.

With that easy strength that makes you light-headed, he pulls you downward, kneeling you down between his folded legs, your back flush to his chest, you’re moulded into him, and by the time you register the change in position, he’s already lining himself up.

It’s no longer than a split second before he all but impales you on his length. It’s too sudden and the stretch downright painful, and you cry a strangled cry of his name but it's soundless, there’s no more air in your lungs, he’s fucked all the oxygen out of there.

“How are you so fucking tight,” he says, his voice sounds strained, and he starts fucking up into you, absolute, merciless, the pace is punishing and you’ve gone blind with the stretch.

It’s too fast, too deep, too fucking thick. Your spine goes stiff as a metal rod as you try to get away from it but you can’t, one hand is clutching your throat and his other arm’s banded around your waist. You’re helpless, nails digging into his flesh, crushed against his sweaty torso and he keeps sliding your rigid body down onto his impossibly thick cock at this impossibly fast pace, hips hammering your ass, lewd and loud, slap slap slap.

And he knows, he feels you trying to recoil. The flat of his tongue licks up the column of your throat and it’s a sharp bite on your earlobe, and a low grunt in your ear, “I'm not gonna last long,” and you relent, you slump down into his hold and let him give you what he needs you to take.

“Good girl”, he pants, and what do you know? You feel another one coming.

Oh but this one’s deep and violent, it’s building tense and heavy into your core like a burning fist gripping your insides right behind your navel, and if it wasn’t for his own grunts, you’d hear the pathetic mewl you let out when it explodes in your breasts.

The frantic clench and clutch of your cunt around his length is more than enough to tip him over. He rams his pulsating cock into you one last time before he starts to grind, so forceful his hipbones are biting into your ass, pushing further inside you to bury his come as far up your body as possible, up to your fucking cervix, sinking his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his rumbling growl.

When he stills, finally, he doesn’t unwrap his arms. Doesn’t loosen his embrace. Instead, he draws your body with his when he slouches backward, his broad shoulders hitting the coffee table.

Limp, spent, blissfully used, you lay on top of him, his length sheathed inside your warmth, your chest heaving along with his chest.

“Thank you,” you breathe out.

He nuzzles the crown of your hair, gentle again.

“Happy Halloween, baby.”

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN ORANGE BESTIES!!! HAVE FUN WITH THE DEAD AND STAY SAFE 🎃💀🧡

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littlelesbinonny · 7 months

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The Devil's Den

Chapter 33: In Which A Silent Harbinger Approaches

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Alcina all but barreled through the double doors to Karl's shop, damn near knocking them down as she slammed them shut behind her with a loud bang.

"HEISENBEEERRRG!"

Karl was nestled way at the back when the roar came echoing through, "ah fuck." He blurted.

He'd been nose deep in desperation trying to not only work on furthering their advance in this mutant malarky with any equipment or weapons he had, but to also distract himself from his guilt of spilling the beans about that fucking cave to his nieces. There was no doubt in his mind Alcina would be paying him a taxing visit when she got back, but he wasn't really prepared for this, he didn't want to be. And as her hasty stride full of purpose stomped closer he considered hiding, although uncouth and completely cowardly.

When she burst through the entryway to his area, nostrils flared, lips pursed, and a scowl that would put Medusa to shame, he backed away from his work bench with his hands raised in retreat.

"Now look -" was as far as he got before she slammed her palm on the edge of the counter, rattling everything in proximity.

"What were you thinking!?" she scolded, "you of all people know how headstrong my daughters are - "

"Well yeah, I mean, look at their mother -"

"DON'T INTERUPT ME!"

Karl shrunk into his shoulders, holding his hands a little higher, "I'm sorry!"

"You're so infuriating!"

He could tell she was doing everything in her power to control her rage and not haul off and very likely break something, possibly his face, so he had to think fast.

"Just gimme a sec to explain, don't snap and combust, ok?" he rattled off, "I know you're upset -"

"I am FURIOUS!"

"Yes, yes, I can tell and you have every right to have a super-sized bitch fit about it and want to break my neck and kill me, you do, I am not denying any of that, but you really gotta understand that my intention was never to get those girls into trouble or put them in harms way; they had questions and I just answered them without thinking, it's a weakness of mine" he huffed, watching the fire in her eyes swirl and threaten to blow, "I promise you on everything that I am, I love those girls, I love them like they are my own, and if I had any idea they were thinking of executing this idiotic fucking idea I would have squashed it faster than you would Salvatore's ugly ass head if you had the chance... ok? So don't kill me."

Alcina's jaw was clenched so tightly she thought she might shatter her teeth, her fists were balled hard enough she wondered if the heat she was feeling was the utter strength of her muscles burning or she'd drawn blood on herself. Either way, Karl's deflection of her wrath had annoyingly kept her from exploding which is exactly what he had intended. And, as much as she hated to admit, she did know how much he cared for her daughters.

Shoving her held breath through her nose like an aggravated bull, Alcina swallowed and softened her shoulders for relief of her own sake.

"In truth I didn't actually come here to kill you, although the thought has crossed my mind several times today... I would fully love to rip you to shreds, but it is, of course, unseemly and I will let you live another day," she acquiesced, "but for fuck sake Heisenberg," Alcina grumbled, "use the brain inside your fucking skull for more than bullheaded nonsense!"

Karl, surprisingly, accepted her insult without retort and slowly lowered his arms, "got it. Got it. Use the grey matter inside my skull."

With another exasperated huff, she leaned her hip on the countertop and folded her arms, "we have a more pressing matter unfortunately, and that's damage control for this whole situation... can I rely on your efforts?"

He kept his smug grin tamed, "absolutely. You say who, what, when, and where and I won't even ask the why boss lady."

Alcina rolled her eyes.

The girls had been shut up in their home for a full 24 hours by the time Alcina returned.

Many hours had been spent glowering down at the courtyard full of Mateo's men. At least by Daniela.

Whether or not any of them were truly sorry about their actions, not a one of them could decide. They, along with Angie, had discovered the nook that lead them into the undiscovered tunnels. The brigades had no issue believing their lie that their mother had sent them to aid in the endeavor, and had it not been for them they would likely still be at square one. No where. Still, the outcome was unfavorable.

Bela and Cassandra were in the library guzzling blood-wine when Daniella decided to join them with a glass of her own.

Cassandra was staring blankly into space, nursing the chip on her shoulder with a scowl settled deeply in her visage.

Bela was unable to concentrate on her book and had finally given up.

Daniella was chewing on her bottom lip between sips and sat down in a huff on the plush cream colored chez lounge aside Bela.

"Think Angie's in trouble too?" she asked mildly.

"When Aunt Donna finds out, which she will, absolutely," Cassandra stated sharply, "I'm sure mother has already made that phone call."

Bela shot her sister a look at the bitterness in her tone, "every single one of us knew this was a bad idea and we still did it. We got caught. Quit being a bitch about mothers reaction."

Cassandra returned the icy biting gaze and tongued her teeth.

"Oh my god, now I remember why I've been avoiding the both of you," Daniella said getting ready to rise and leave.

"Sit."

Came a voice that shot ice cycles through their veins.

"M-mom," Bela stuttered, shifting to watch her as she entered.

Alcina looked strikingly ominous in the low light, her new pitch-black suit, and the sharpness of her features. It was clear she hadn't had any sustenance since she'd been gone.

She peered at her daughters with a facade similar to before but not as rough around the edges.

"I need you to be silent and let me speak," she began softly but sternly, standing tall and unmoved before them, "I also need the three of you to comprehend what I'm about to say..." the slate hue of her eyes showed the slightest hint of the hurt she felt, "when we are outside of our home, I am first and foremost your Matriarch, secondly your mother. Do I make myself clear?"

The question captured their full attention and left them on edge.

"My position as the leader of this underworld does not wane because you are my daughters. If anything my position becomes harsher and more complicated because of that fact alone. The three of you have put me in a situation I don't ever want to be in again. I now have to convince myself and others of your lie. I have to mend the cracks in your lie to now be the truth. You could have severely undermined and put my power in jeopardy with this, do you understand? When you go behind my back, it shows weakness. In me. In my reign. Do you have any idea what that opens me, and us, up to?" she asked sharply.

"Do you?" she asked again, even sharper, "Mutiny. Uprising. Death. If those who wish to see me overthrown find any kind of weakness in the chain that is our family, it gives them leverage to break us. If you're as smart and observant as you claim to be, then you are well aware of the mass of those who wish to harm us. You compromise not only me but yourselves, and Donna, Angie, Karl, Dmitri - any who are loyal to us. We have more foe than friends, that is the truth of it."

Alcina took a deep, heavy breath and stared each of her daughters in the eye.

"I keep things from you not with the intent of malice. I keep things from you to keep you safe. I keep things from you because juggling the Matriarchy and being a mother to my daughters can sometimes be too much, for even me - because at the end of the day I want you, my daughters, my girls, to be free of the cares and worries I must bare because it is my duty - because I want you to have a life that is freer than mine - I want you to bare as little worry and stress as you need because I want nothing more than to protect you!"

Vampires cry very little, if ever at all. In fact only once in a great while can a vampire shed a tear, and Alcina, in this moment, with the weight of facing the fact her girls could have been killed and she could not have been there to save or protect them, crashed down upon her harder than the boulders a day ago, and tears of her regret and sorrow began to pool in the bottom of her eyelids.

"I -" her voice quivered, "want only to protect you from the terrors of this world, from the very monsters you live amongst and whatever the fuck happens to be out there now. If that is selfish, the love I hold for you, then I will happily own it."

After the silence became too much, having no response or reaction, Alcina lifted her chin, straightened her spine and turned to leave.

A body collided with hers and halted her movement, holding her captive from behind.

"Believe it or not, no one should have to suffer alone," came the voice she was least expecting, "we just want to help you, mother, we want to help you and protect you as much as you do us. Being a family means love and support in all things. You have that in us. We just wished you would trust us."

Alcina placed her arm over the ones around her torso and sighed, "Cass, it has nothing to do with trust... I love and trust you. My burdens should not be your burdens."

Cassandra untangled herself from behind her mother and came to face her, "no. That's just it. Your burdens are our burdens," she stated firmly, grasping Alcina's slender hands in her own, "you raised us to be hellions in a fight. You raised us to be feral warriors. To be smart and cunning and to live with our eyes open. Why have your most powerful weapons sitting on a shelf gathering dust?"

The glitter in Cassandra's smirking face and eyes made Alcina laugh, "I don't think I raised you to be this cocky."

"Oh, oh you definitely did; stubborn and cocky as you."

The tension had broken with Alcina's brilliant smile and Cassandra pulled her in for a strong embrace, the other two joined not moments later and everything almost felt right in the word again.

"Dani's still fired though, it was her idea," Cassandra whispered, winking at her sister.

"Are you fucking shitting me?!" Daniella screeched.

Before Alcina had any grasp on what was happening, those two became an entangled mess of shrieks and punches and kicks on the floor. Bela stood off to the side with her mother looking disgusted.

"It was Cassandra's idea." she relayed unamused.

"I know," Alcina responded smoothly, folding her arms as the madness ensued.

When the sisters realized no one was actually stopping the fight, they halted mid punch and pull of hair to look at Alcina and Bela.

Their mother tilted her head, "when you're quite finished I have questions for the three of you about Angie."

The girls stilled even harder.

"Uhm..."

The tension in house Beneviento was palpable, all of it radiating from Donna.

"Did you know Angie was part of this?"

Donna vigorously re-pinned the bun of her long brown hair upon her head, "I've only just been made violently aware."

Alcina watched her friend in amusement as she was clearly beside herself at the new knowledge.

She finally plopped down across the table from Alcina and placed her head in her palms, "If I would have had any clue, Alcina, I swear - "

"You don't need to apologize or back-pedal for her, I'm well aware you never would have kept this from me."

"Angie is the literal likeness of keeping track of a rabid raccoon - I am not in control, I can't even pretend to be in control."

"And you've not seen her yet?" Alcina asked taking a sip of her wine.

Donna dropped her arms and looked up, "briefly; before you returned she came tearing through the house, grabbed some things, said she'd be back, and that was it. Poof. Gone."

"Perhaps a leash?" Alcina teased.

"She'll just chew through it."

They sat by the candlelight for several hours musing over the situation at hand and making sure their stories added up with one another when it came to her daughters being sent on this faux mission. Alcina was still displeased beyond belief but she had to work with what she had.

With another sigh, Alcina lit a cigarette and took a very, very long drag.

"I can't be certain," Donna broke the silence, "but Angie's onto something."

"How do you mean?"

"A hunch, and her actions. I did send her on a mission after all, and she dislikes coming up empty handed more than I do. There must be something she's onto."

Alcina's eyes narrowed as she took another puff, "let's hope she finds it soon. I would like to put many things to bed."

"As would I."

After his lovely visit with Alcina earlier today, Karl went back to busying himself with anything that involved explosives. Somehow it gave him pending satisfaction. He did his best work when he was left alone to his own devices and had been spurred on by some form of outside pressure, whatever it may be. Now, usually pleased and content to be left the fuck out of anything that didn't directly involve him had always been Karl's M.O. for as long as he could remember. But when he became involved with the vampires, suddenly things became more interesting and he preferred being part of whatever was going on. It rarely involved him or his men directly so it was more of an amusement factor, though he would never admit it out loud. But as of late, the continual tension and overwhelming feeling of something being 'off' was starting to eat at him worse than before, especially since his nieces had gotten into trouble. His team was currently not helping the matter.

"The rumbling is getting less and less, but they've isolated some of the hot spots."

Mitch was hunkered down on the map board with Karl, Diego, Bernadine and Lars.

"This here, this structure lead Blake and Serena's team on for two nights and the sounds stop here," he pointed, "but it's gone cold now for over the last 6 hours."

Karl grumbled uneasily, "that's cunt faces' stronghold."

"Cunt faces'?"

"MoThEr mIrAnDA."

"Oh," Mitch replied shortly, "THAT cunt face. If you could be a little more specific from time to time - "

"Fuck off. Keep going."

He cleared his throat with a snicker, "ok so, sounds stop at cunt faces lair and do not branch off like the other locations... But here's the really shitty part," he continued and pulled out another map, laying it flat, "this... this is where Dmitri sent some men. They have access to vampire strongholds with more underground access on this side of the Connecticut border. The tremoring has gotten strong here, but we lose the trail over here - at about this area - and it all goes completely silent, or too deep for us to track. The biggest problem with that is - "

Karl's blood ran cold as he stared at the map, "that is the direct line of access into the underground city."

Two days later and you were still tripping over the very audible and unexplainable "yes" you'd heard when you named the crows.

They'd been completely silent since the interaction and nothing else seemed to change. Although you could almost swear you all had an understanding of each other now. What that meant still wasn't entirely clear. They were all much more keen to get closer to you now; their distance was becoming less and less and you half expected one of them to jump in your lap one of these days.

It was now Wednesday night and it was cooking time with Malka. You'd agreed after all and actually you were kind of excited.

Malka's little abode was cozy and neat. You'd visited a couple times over the years but not too often. It was right above her corner store and it had so much personality it made you quite jealous. Granted, she did live in one of the much older buildings in Manhattan, which was a large part of its charm.

It hadn't started to snow yet but damn it was getting colder. The winters here sucked when that humidity seeped its way in. You rushed your way down the blocks, your scarf bundled around your neck, coat wrapped tightly and soon you found yourself, freezing face and all, in front of the stairway up to Malka's place.

You pressed your gloved finger to the buzzer and it sounded high above, not a second after the click of the door sounded and you forced your way in.

Malka greeting you with open arms, "ahhh shayna punim!" she grinned, pinching your cold cheeks softy, "look at that red nose, blistering cold out there - come, come - let me have your coat."

The spacious living room was already flooded with the most divine smells; she'd already been at it it seemed.

The crown molding on the windows and ceiling were stained from all the years of living, but still, the cream color of the long lost artwork had lost none of its beauty.

Malka's tastes were simple yet lovely. The throw rugs on the worn out wood floors were deep green, chestnut brown, and ocean blue. Handspun from Turkey, delivered by her older brother who had long since passed away. The furniture was as one might suspect; antique wood chairs that were hand carved that had hand sewn pillows. The couches were younger but well worn, comfortable, and forest green to match the rug. An old and very unused piano sat in the far corner with stacks upon stacks of piano books. Plants, crystals, mementos, and knickknacks were on any free flat surface that could be seen, and her walls housed family portraits and photographs, and a few antique opera posters from way back in the day.

Malka loved music, played the piano beautifully, and was an avid opera connoisseur. She'd threatened to drag you to one several times but you never actually went. Though, it was something you did want to do at one point in your life. One day you'd make the old woman happy and go.

As she shoved you towards the kitchen, you sighed happily and shrugged off the cold.

"So happy you came, ketzeleh," she said as she patted your back, "I've just put some tea on. Honey in yours?"

You hummed happily, "yes please!"

"Sit sit. We'll warm you up first, zen we cook."

Taking a seat at one of the old rickety kitchen chairs, you nestled into the warmth of her home and admired the old plates, tea cups, and vases that lined the kitchen walls. The kitchen was a pale light blue but everything else was a completely different color. Unlike the living room, the kitchen was splashed with every color under the sun. No two plates, cups, mugs, or towels matched and it was perfect in your opinion. If you didn't know any better you'd think the woman was a witch by her eclectic taste and mere look of her home. So many odds and ends acquired throughout her long life just made you love this little darling even more. Something about being here always made you feel more at home than your own apartment.

Leo, a very large and bushy tabby cat came sauntering into the kitchen from the hallway and made his way to your lap, hopping up with sheer grace for his size. He settled down and began to purr, you smiled and immediately started weaving your fingers through his silky soft fur.

"Oh, Leo, you big oaf," Malka teased, "not a moment for her to get settled before your butt of fluff demands attention, tsk!"

When the kettle began to hiss and sing, Malka pulled it off the old but well kept stove and poured it into your favorite, hand sculpted mug she'd gotten in Ireland on one of her many trips around the world.

You took a sip and held the warmth in your cold hands, humming with pure satisfaction, "this hits the spot, thank you."

Her little wink and smirk met you over her own cup.

Malka had two dishes to teach you tonight: Shakshuka and Challah. The two of you started with the Challah bread, and though you didn't mind most of it, the braiding of the dough tested all of your patience since perfection plagued your very existence. But, after some mindful coaching and reassurance from Malka, you were finally able to get it to your liking. She grinned the whole time as she slipped both breads into the oven.

"Now!" she clapped her hands gleefully, "shakshuka is so easy only a mashugana can mess it up..." she winked, "grab that cast iron skillet on the wall, will you? Then come to the stove."

You did as instructed and joined her at the stove as she pulled out a carton of eggs, tomato paste, canned tomatoes, and flung open her cupboard of spices, plucking several and bringing them over.

"It's healthy, filling, and scrumptious. My grandmother made this every weekend when we visited. Call it a comfort food from my heart. Now, hand me the oil, eh?"

Watching her bustle about and drop the oil in the pan, Malka then guided you through the sauce and how to flavor it. The smell settled in your nose and lungs and before long your mouth was watering. Once the sauce had been set to simmer, you were instructed to poach 4 eggs and drop them into the sauce one by one, garnishing them with some salt, pepper, and chives.

"Eyy, look at that!" Malka beamed, "you can be taught! Grab two plates, let's eat."

This was easily now one of your favorite dishes. Granted, Alcina's pasta still held the gem of your heart, but this was second in line. Oh, how you wished you could cook this for her to enjoy.

Without saying a word, Malka could see you were very clearly reminiscent of something as you sat quietly eating, a knowing glint in her eye watching you unknowingly.

"How are things in your life, dear?" she asked softly, "you have seemed to be very happy lately, it warms me to see it."

Your brows raised and you looked at her mid-bite, caught off guard by her question of course. She was never one to pry and you knew you could trust her with anything, why you knew that you weren't sure, but this; Alcina; your vampire lover? You wouldn't even know how to say it without sounding like a total lunatic.

"Oh," you smiled gently, "nothing really, just feeling good I guess? Life's been good."

Malka hrmphed with a chuckle, "fine then," she giggled, "but you introduce them to me at least someday, mm?"

Oh for hell sake. Was the woman a mind-reader?

Unable to hide your blush, you simply nodded your guilt away with silent agreement as you took another big bite in hopes she wouldn't ask anything ese.

The two of you bantered for a while after dinner; she always had the best stories and wisdom that she inadvertently spread at every moment. But soon you were bundled up and ready to face the frigid night air to get back home.

You said your goodbye to the aloof and stretched out Leo on the couch, scratching his chin lovingly before heading to the foyer.

Malka helped tighten your scarf around your neck and she eyed you fondly.

"You are special my girl. You know this, hmm?"

Shrugging gently, you smiled, "I suppose."

"No, no, ketzeleh, you are," she said with a knowing smile, her finger poking you softly in the chest, "a good heart, a wise old soul. You have many gifts waiting for you... You, my dear, have so much to master."

Her words made you stop and ponder but not for very long as she was pushing you now out the door, hurrying you to not be in the dark cold night for too long. With a chaste kiss to each cheek she sent you on your way after a warm embrace and you were off.

Cryptic, precious, odd old woman, you thought with a smile as you went on your way.

Malka had donned a large fluffy coat and stepped out into the balcony off the living room to watch you leave and make sure you were safe. To her left on the balcony ledge sat a crow which she regarded with a humble nod.

"Keep your eyes on her, Ebony. She will come into her own by force. It is already beginning and she'll need our guidance."

With that, the crow took flight, following your path from high above.

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #donna beneviento #karl heisenberg #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu

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Violet!

Pairing: Kurt Kunkle x Female Reader

Summary: Basically, this is the Spree movie with you caught in the middle.

Warnings: Creeper vibes. Stalking. Language. Mentions of murder. Firearms. Unhinged behavior.

Title Inspiration: “Violet!” by Waterparks

A/N: I finally watched Spree (2020) then this song came on shuffle and it got me thinking about writing this. Neither of us asked for this, but here we are. I had to get it out of my head.

🚫 Don’t accept drinks from strangers. 🚫Don’t be afraid to say no. ❗ Be safe out there ❗

You fish your cell phone out from your back pocket, feeling it buzz and hearing it ping, alerting you that your Spree ride is approaching. You look over the license plate and squint at the tiny profile pic to get a good look at your driver’s face. Soon enough, a silver Toyota Prius comes into view and what you had to assume was your ride.

“Hi! Kurt, right?” You ask, as the driver rolls down the passenger side window. You bend forward to look inside. It was him, but you always asked your drivers regardless.

“Yep, that’s me! You must be Y/N.” He confirms with a wide friendly grin on his face.

“I am! Thanks for picking me up.” You respond and reach to open the door to the backseat, but stop when he speaks up.

“Oh, I don’t mind you sitting up front with me,” he says, patting the vacant seat next to him.

“Are you sure?” You hesitantly ask.

“Positive!” He ensures, leaning across the console to push open the passenger side door. You shrug, get inside and buckle up for the ride.

You quickly observe he had a very clean car, but what catches your attention the most are the multiple cameras installed all around it. Not wanting to encroach, you conclude that it was probably just for his safety.

“You’re welcome to change the station or play your own music,” he offers as he steers the wheel making a left turn.

“This is fine. You’re the driver, you get to pick the music,” you answer. That was kind of him? You thought to yourself.

“Nonsense! You’re my guest,” he says, waving it off.

“Really. This is ok with me. I like this band,” you insist, not having the energy to go through changing his settings or scrolling through your playlist.

“You do?” He asks, not wholly convinced. It wasn’t a widely known artist afterall, so you understood the disbelief.

“Yeah, been a fan for years,” you reply, and you’re not lying. You genuinely did know the artist currently playing.

“That’s so cool! I didn’t think I’d ever meet another fan,” he jumps at the revelation of something you both have in common. A huge smile on his face, you can’t deny he’s pretty cute, and for a second his little fan girl moment was kind of endearing.

“Well, today’s that day!” You say followed by an awkward chuckle that you intended to come out naturally, but failed…at least you weren’t convinced. Kurt didn’t see anything through it. You turn to face the window and silently mouth “what the fuck?” to yourself. That was not smooth and further solidified why you weren’t in the dating scene.

“Are you thirsty?” He asks out of the blue after a few minutes of silence that followed.

“Excuse me?” You weren’t really paying attention as you tried to forget that awkward moment, and had resorted to staring out the window, planning out the rest of the day in your head.

“Thirsty. I have a couple of water bottles for my passengers.” He says motioning to the cup holder within the side of the door. Sure enough as you looked down to where he pointed at, was a bottle of water.

“Oh, no. No, thank you. That’s very hospitable of you though.” You shake your head in response, politely declining the offer.

You pulled your phone out to see how much further your destination was and you were only halfway to the restaurant that you were meeting your best friend at. Usually, your rideshare drivers were easy to make conversation with or just didn’t speak to you at all, which you almost preferred Kurt do. Cute or not be damned.

“So, what plans do you have tonight?” He spoke again.

“Uh, well so far I just got this lunch and a show later tonight.” You answer, keeping it short.

“Oh, what kind of show?” He continued to press on.

“My friend, Jessie, she’s sort of a comedian.” You reply without thinking about it too much. Friendly conversation, right?

“Jessie. Jessie Adams?” He asks, looking over at you quickly before focusing on the road again.

“Yeah, that’s her,” you confirm, but with a hint of odd curiosity in your voice. He knew of her? Well, of course, he had to. A lot of people knew of Jessie. She’s got a pretty big following online. “Are you a fan?”

“Not really,” he replies, pausing before continuing, “I actually gave her a ride earlier.”

“Really? What a coincidence.”

“Yeah, small world, huh?”

“I guess so,” you agree.

“So what’s your @? We can follow 4 follow,” he asks, going straight to the next topic.

“Oh, you don’t want to follow me,” you say, trying to downplay your online presence.

“Why not? You seem like a cool person. Maybe we could hang someday.” He casually says while shrugging.

“Um, yeah. Sure. Okay,” you give up, feeling strange about it, but tell him your username on one platform anyways. Was it social pressure or that fact that you were bad at lying and not having the heart to say you don’t follow strangers? One more person wouldn’t hurt, right? He’d just get lost in the count or you’d probably never see him again. You were too busy to hang out or date anyways.

You see him pull his phone off the stand he had set on his dashboard, and you can tell he’s typing something in, while also driving! You hoped he wouldn’t crash the car.

“Whoa. You’ve got a lot of followers,” he exclaims, clearly scrolling through your feed, still driving.

“It’s not that much,” you insisted. It wasn’t enough to be “influencer” status.

“Are you kidding? Thousands is a big deal,” he says, maintaining this revelation about you.

“If you think so…I don’t really pay attention to it. It’s just a number. I probably will never meet that many people in my lifetime.” You weren’t sure why people were so obsessed with the amount of likes or follows they had online. None of that really mattered in the real world. The internet is a toxic place.

You looked over at him briefly and noticed a strange expression on his face. He was looking at you as if you had grown another head. He shook his head, not believing you just said something like that.

“Well, I’m @ kurtsworld96 everywhere,” is all he says to your mini monologue.

“Okay,” you say, unlocking your phone to open up the app and hit the ‘follow back’ button next to the notification. “Alright, followed! Oh, this looks like the place! Thank you for the ride!” You perk up seeing the restaurant come into view, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, gathering your bag, a hand eagerly on the handle, ready to open the door as soon as he stops in a safe distance.

“You’re welcome. I’ll DM you!” He shouts just before the door shuts close behind you. You give a dismissive wave as you dashed inside the restaurant.

You let out a heavy sigh the moment you sat across from your friend. That had to have been the longest ride of your life. Note to self: get your car fixed right away, so you don’t have to face another driver like that anytime soon.

You were so glad to have made it and have a sense of normalcy again. You just wanted to move on and forget about that awkward ride, but your phone’s incessant buzzing wouldn’t give you peace.

“Geez, who is blowing you up?” Your friend asks, looking over at your phone that was turned upside down. You had been trying to ignore it, so you could focus your attention on your friend and the time you were spending with her.

You pick it up and turn it over, groaning at the notifications. “It’s this guy I met,” you say, visibly annoyed, revealing that it was mostly coming all from Kurt.

“What? You didn’t tell me you were talking to someone,” your friend teases.

“I’m not! It’s not like that. I promise!” you’re quick to put that out, “it’s…my Spree driver.” Boy, did that sound weird to say.

“What are you doing giving your number out to your Spree drivers?”

“I don’t! I didn’t give him my phone number. He’s liking all my posts on social.”

“Weird, but that doesn’t explain now how he follows you,” she continued to dig.

“I don’t know. He seemed alright at first. He was kind of cute, but also a little awkward.” You try defending your actions, but in reality it was a lapse in judgment and now he had one access to you.

“There’s always a catch, right?” she says sitting back in her seat, crossing her arms, a bit of disappointment at that thought.

“For sure!” you agreed, dropping the subject of conversation there as the waiter arrived with your meals.

After leaving the topic of Kurt and relationships alone, you had a great time with your friend and agreed to meet up later at the venue for Jessie’s show. Parting ways, you ordered another Spree ride home so you could relax before heading out.

While waiting for your ride, you noticed you had an alarming high number of notifications from one of your social media apps. You braced yourself, opening it and checking the activity, seeing it was all from Kurt. He liked almost every post you made dating years back.

Shit. Who had the time to do that? Your thumb hovered over his username, hesitant to click on his page, but you wanted to get a better sense of him too. When you finally tapped on it you saw a stark contrast of his page compared to your own. He had well over the amount of posts and low followers to following ratio. He considered himself as a “Public Figure” and looked to be very active. Why was he so obsessed with it?

You’re not allowed more time to scroll or click on anything else, when you start feeling the familiar vibrating pattern that your Spree driver was nearby. You click the notification, exiting from the social media app, revealing your new driver.

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you say to yourself. Could you be bold enough to cancel at the last minute?

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt! Two for two,” he says overjoyed to see you.

“Uh…yeah, another coincidence,” your response drags out. You’re a little creeped out, but what if it was in fact a coincidence and he just happened to be the nearest driver.

“Or fate,” he said a little too enthusiastically.

“Sure,” you say after buckling up in the seat next to him. “Thanks for picking me up…again.”

“Not a problem! Anything for a friend…and it’s kind of my job.” He was a bit too cheery for your freaked out mood right now. In a sense he was a bit smothering, and you barely knew him or spent a full hour with him to even feel that way.

“Lunch looked good,” he said so casually.

“What?” confused, you're unsure of where he’s going with this.

“Your lunch. You posted a pic of the food on your story,” he replies like it’s nothing. He already looked at your stories?

“Oh…yeah. It was good,” you confirm. He doesn’t even detect the weird or slow tone of your answers. Long gone was that friendly person he met before you entered his vehicle.

As he went on and on about something during the trek back to your place, you deduced that he wasn’t one to understand your lack of interest in whatever he was talking about no matter how many times you said “yeah” or “uh-huh” or “sure” in response. You probably signed away on your death wish and didn’t even know it, that’s how much you weren’t paying attention. You felt your headache coming back and couldn’t wait until you made it home. The ride shouldn't have been as grueling as the first one, but you survived.

You managed to do a couple of household chores around your apartment and rest a bit. Now, an hour before you planned to leave for the venue, you got cold feet. You were scared to order another driver. You suppose you could’ve used a different rideshare service, but you were just freaked out that you’d meet another Kurt or he himself could be anywhere nearby. Today had been too weird and enough for you to want to just sit this night out, but your friend was determined to hold you to your word.

“I swear, it’s like I’m watching You, but it’s about me!” You speak into your phone.

“So, you’re saying Kurt is Joe…” your friend says, amused, but trying to make sense out of your paranoia.

“Yes!” you exclaimed.

“You’re being dramatic,” she scoffs, and you know she’s trying to bring you back down, but you and she both saw the posts that had gone viral recently. You just took it more seriously than she did.

“Whatever, I’ve made my mind up. I’m staying in.” You vow once more.

“You promised Jessie you’d go!” She pushed, hoping the guilt trip tactic would work.

“I know! I just…I just don’t feel safe going out.” You admit, feeling vulnerable, “What if he pops up?” lowering your voice, you can feel the fear creeping in.

“Girl, we’ll be in a crowded room. There’ll be tons of people there. There’s no way he’d risk trying anything.” She believed, not letting a guy stand in the way, except this wasn’t an ordinary guy and you were trying to convince her of just that.

“Are you serious? I don’t think that’s going to stop this psycho!”

“Hey, come on. That’s kind of mean, even for you.”

“You’re the one trying to get me killed?”

“Calm down. Relax, okay? You watch too many movies. It’s probably fake,” she says referring to the viral posts that Kurt had live streamed.

“Are you watching the same thing as I am?” You asked, not believing the words coming out of her mouth.

You didn’t follow Bobby or obviously any of his other passengers, but finding out those cameras in his car were being broadcasted to the entire internet utterly bewildered you. Anyone who actually watched him witnessed those painful rides and a murder. You realized he never stopped streaming either. He was on 24/7. You even caught the stream of him in the shower, but the moment you saw the red on his face and his naked chest, it made you sick and you immediately closed the app.

“Yes, and you’re right he is kind of cute,” is all she had to say back.

“That’s it? That’s not the point,” you sigh, not comprehending the entire situation you were in. Here you had some very strange encounters with a guy you just met who is coincidentally tied to potential homicides. No, you were convinced they were real and they clearly showed it was him.

“Whatever! Look, I’m leaving in five, so I better see you there or else!” Those were her final words as she hung up, not giving you another chance to decline.

“Or else I’m probably dead,” you say into the receiver, knowing she wasn’t on the other end anymore, and setting your phone down on the counter.

You wanted to go and support Jessie, but at the same time you were too convinced that it wasn’t safe right now. You weren’t allowed much more time to think about what you were going to do when there was a knock at your door.

You weren’t expecting anyone, so you quietly walked over to your door and cautiously looked through the peephole only to come eye-to-eye with a brown-eyed person. It kept its focus fixed on the hole as if they were trying hard to look through the other end.

It was beyond the point of creepy, so you backed away and ignored the person hoping they’d just leave on their own, but once the knocking kicked back in you knew that wasn’t going to happen.

“Hey, y/n! It’s me Kurt!”

What the fuck? How’d he get past the gate and on your floor? There’s a designated code for residents and their approved guests only.

“I know you’re in there!” He said loudly, voice booming in the hallway. However, you remained silent. “I just heard you on the phone!” Yeah, okay that’s not weird…but how much did he hear? “Come on. Open the door, please! What you’re doing isn’t fair!”

Realizing he wasn't going to go away on his own, now or tomorrow, who knows how long this could go on, you decided to finally confront him.

“Look, Kurt," you start off strong with a domineering tone, swinging your door open, but leaving it more than halfway closed, careful in case he decides to try something, "I don’t know how you got here or who let you up, but what do you want from me? I gave you a 5 star rating on Spree, I followed you back! What else?” but you ended up exasperated and almost desperate as you pleaded for answers and for him to back off.

“You never DM’d me back,” he answers simply, but quite frankly rather pathetically. You stared at him with a blank expression as you tried to process his response. You didn’t even have time to check your DMs, let alone reply to anyone because you were too busy worrying about your safety and avoiding him. Then your eyes traveled down his chest, noticing a little red light, and you realized he was recording everything.

“Are you seriously live right now?!” You asked incredulously, pointing to the camera strapped around his chest. "Turn that shit off!" You didn't want this to be broadcasted, even if no one was watching his stream.

“You’ve been sending me mixed signals all day,” He accuses, ignoring your question and demand entirely.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Frustration was evident in your voice, shaking your head at how ridiculous this whole exchange was.

“You liked my posts. You’ve led me to your place multiple times…” He starts listing things off defensively as if he had a legit reason to be upset at you.

“You’re my Spree driver! You’re supposed to pick me up!” You rebut, giving emphasis on his role as a Spree employee. You were pretty sure he was violating a work policy on him keeping your home address. “Also, I liked your posts because you liked mine, it’s just unspoken social media courtesy. I'm sorry if you took it a different way!”

“Where’d you learn that? That's not a real thing! It definitely isn't anywhere in The Lessons.” You swore you've never met anyone so delusional up until him.

“Huh? What? I don’t need to enroll in any lessons in social media etiquette.” Seriously, what the hell was this guy on? This whole argument was getting pointless and stupid.

“You obviously have a lot to learn,” he chastised.

“Kurt, please," you restart, lowering your voice, hoping to try and reason with him, "you seem like a nice guy, really, but I need you to leave me alone. If not, I’m going to call the cops.”

“Why would you do that?” he asks with a small sense of hurt in his demeanor from the light threat.

“Because you’re freaking me out!” You suddenly explode again. Surprising yourself with that outburst, you bring your hand up to your forehead, not only to soothe the third headache brewing in your skull, but also at yourself. Be it as it may, that might've been a bit too harsh, but he wasn't getting it.

When you finally work up the strength to face him again, you see he's looking down at his phone. You notice the confused and perplexed look on his face. Something's wrong, and you can feel it in the air.

“Did you block me?” He asks, looking up at you in disbelief with his big brown eyes. If the circumstances were different and he wasn't insane, it would've worked in his favor. Except, you forgot you did block him earlier after his incessant attempts to talk to you. Then the look in his eyes turned from a kicked puppy dog into a crazed one.

You didn’t even get to answer as your eyes widened, because the next thing you knew, you saw his hand reach behind him. As your instincts kicked in, you quickly shut the door in his face before shots were being fired at your front door.

You immediately jumped back, as the panic hit the ceiling, but you were flat down on the carpet, covering your head, praying this would end soon.

“This could’ve gone so much differently, Y/N!” Kurt yells over the sound of more gunshots, “We could’ve helped each other out…increase our following,” your ears were ringing, the more shots he fired, “...too bad, you’re actually cute and maybe we could’ve been a power couple!” You covered your ears, not wanting to hear anymore of his bullshit.

In this moment, you weren’t just scared for yourself, but also for your neighbors. And unfortunately, judging by the piercing screams outside, you knew some had now fallen victim to Kurt, someone you unintentionally lured back here, and that thought alone was breaking you as you felt the burn from the moisture and salty water that built in your eyes and streaked down your face.

You couldn’t just lie there and do nothing. Noting that the trajectory of the bullets weren’t aimed at your door anymore, you quickly got up from the floor and ran to retrieve your phone, instantly calling your friend for help.

When she finally picked up, the gunshots stopped, but your ears were still struggling to maintain its hearing balance.

“Girl, where the hell are you? Jessie is going on soon.”

“He’s here!” You screamed into the phone.

“What?”

“Kurt! He’s at my front door and he has a gun!”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Yes. Now get some help!”

“Okay! Okay! Stay where you are. I’ll be there!”

“No!” You tried to reason with her on staying where she was at in fear of her own safety should Kurt still be around, but she hung up before you could get another word in. You weren’t thinking clearly when deciding to call her first. You were in a panic. What you should’ve done was call the cops first instead of dragging her into this.

You didn’t leave your apartment or dared to look outside even though you figured he was gone. You were terrified. You could hear commotion outside and soon distant sirens, relieved that help was finally on the way.

“Y/N, it’s me!” Your friend rushes over banging on your door, which now had multiple slits from the bullets attempting to penetrate it.

You scrambled and bolted towards the door to your friend. You hastily grabbed and pulled her into your apartment.

“Whoa! Relax. You’re clear! He’s not here anymore!” She says holding you still so you’d calm down.

“I was going to tell you not to come here, but I panicked-” you babbled, trying to apologize for endangering her life, but she interrupted you by pulling you in for a hug, holding you close, providing comfort as you broke down and wrapped your arms tightly around her. You were clearly in a frenzy and witnessed something horrific.

When she pulled away, you saw the somber look on her face and you knew she felt bad for not listening to you earlier.

“Come on, let’s go file a complaint,” she said, grabbing your hand, “I should’ve taken you seriously the first time. I’m sorry.”

“Thank you for coming though. I’m sorry you had to miss Jessie’s set.”

“Don’t worry about that. Jessie of all people will understand. Your safety is more important,” and the genuinity in her tone helped to warm you up. You were going to be safe.

After some routine check-ups performed by the medical team, you were led to a nearby officer on-site and began retelling the entire day’s events from the moment you got inside Kurt’s car up until the shots fired at your door. You learned that the police were already in the process of tracking Kurt down, hoping this would provide some ease of mind before releasing you.

Lucky for your friend, her car was functioning perfectly, she helped you gather some of your belongings so you could spend the night with her, knowing you wouldn’t and shouldn’t be alone after everything that transpired.

As soon as you were about to join her on the couch in her living room, after taking a much needed shower, she blurted out, “holy shit!”

“What now?” You said plopping down on the empty spot next to her, covering your eyes with your forearm in exhaustion. Your friend was at a loss of words, you had to peek from under your limb to see if her reaction changed and why she wasn’t responding.

All she could do was turn her phone to your line of vision and you too couldn’t believe it. What you were looking at also left you speechless. You sat up instantly and grabbed her phone to examine the image carefully.

Jessie had posted a selfie smiling next to a deceased Kurt.

A/N: I wrote this so quickly that I didn't proofread as much as I normally would, so sorry for any typos or weird inaccuracies. I hope you enjoyed this!

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