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Dreaming of You - JJK M

Hello hello!

It's been a while. I apologize for that but I'm back with some serious smut does that make it better???

Anyways, here's a Kook crack fic because I am a simp for him.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Jungkook X Reader)

Genre: Crack, Smut, Romance, Lil bit of Fluff

Warnings: *cracks knuckles* aight here we go. Smut Warnings: Oral, Female/Male Recieving, face fucking, throat fucking, cum swallowing, spit kink, daddy kink, name calling, degradation (Jungkook calls her dumb and stuff be she wants it I swear), unprotected sex (DON'T DO AS I WRITE pls), Creampie, lil aftercare, Jungkook is so in love, and so is reader pls save them.

Words: 8.9k

Rating: 18+

Summary: You and Jungkook had been dating a while, but you still hadn't. You know. Got jiggy with it. So this is a story, about how you resolved that problem.

These past five months of your life had been, eventful, to say the least. Hell, the past 8 months have been wilder still. Your boyfriend, Jungkook, is a former boytoy. Playboy, man whore, fuck bucket whatever you wanna call it, he was that. You were a little sheltered. Not like, amish sheltered, but sheltered, nonetheless. You weren’t a virgin by any means, but that's neither here nor there. Jungkook had been a notorious name around town. A server at the local diner, he was known to be flirtatious and entirely too handsome for his own good. And you? Well, you were a local high school counselor, helping the troubled youth of today.

More like: Helping teen drama queens and delinquents not kill each other on a day to day basis.

There was the odd time you did make a difference in some lives, but most of the time it was petty bullshit that could easily be solved by a little maturity.

You two knew each other, it was a smaller town and most everyone knew everyone. You had graduated a year ahead of Jungkook but you both went to the community college together, although you knew each other and passed in the halls you knew he wasn’t a long term deal. He fucked a few times then ditched, that was his thing. He was notorious for running out of parties with different girls, it was what he did.

You did your same old routine. School and work, funnily enough, at the same diner Jungkook still works at. But when you graduated college you realized home is where your heart lied. So you stayed. Grabbing a decent sized house near your grandparents that had raised you. And nabbing a new job that was infuriating yet rewarding.

Now, all you had to do was find a husband. According to your grandmother.

It’s not like she was forcing you, but she encouraged you to find a life partner, someone to share your home and life with. You know, real soft stuff.

But that’s when Jungkook had entered your life yet again.

In the form of a life saving event.

Very cliche shit.

You were drunk at a party on the beach and fell in the water, almost drowned but Jungkook saved your life. That’s when you two started to talk more. It wasn’t a big deal or anything like that.

Ahem.

Anyways.

Jungkook and you wound up dating-it totally wasn’t you drunkenly admitting you had feelings for him and then proceeding to throw up in his bathroom. No, that would be sloppy and unbecoming of a lady-you know what. It happened, and he somehow found it endearing enough to ask your frigid ass on a date.

At least that’s what your older brother Jin says.

So, finally, you two have been dating for five months. It’s sweet and cute or whatever.

But there’s one little problem.

You two haven’t fucked yet.

Not even like, a little bit.

Jungkook had said something about wanting to wait until you both were ready, and saying he wanted to do this right.

But for fucksake.

Five months?

That’s a little long. At least you thought so. It was starting to make you feel as though you weren’t good enough. Now, before anyone thinks your worth is judged based on your sexual attraction to someone or something or however you play. You wrong, you’re worth much more. BUT. It hurt your pride. Just a little bit.

You’d done the first kiss, an awkward little smooshing of lips between the two of you.

You’d made out of the hood of his car one night.

But everytime you go to take the next step?

“Not now babe, just wait a little longer.”

And you don’t want to pressure him, and you don’t want to go insane sexually... What else is a girl to do?

You’ve even done the classic going to bed in lingerie and wanting for him to come over, only for you to either fall asleep and him be too sweet to wake you or he winds up getting cold feet and not coming over at all.

It makes you a little sad, because you love Jungkook. You think about him when he’s gone. And how much you long for him to stay when he leaves in the mornings. Your sweet kisses that are shared on one of the many dates you do. You don’t just want to fuck Jungkook. You want to make love to him and all that hippie bullshit.

Okay, so you’re super soft for the guy.

He makes you want to be all smoochy and gross.

There’s something about him though, that just makes your netherlands quiver, like some sex obsessed fiend. But you can’t help it. Jungkook is like a beautiful work of art, and you just want to tear into him like some fat piece of meat.

It’s all you could do to keep your hands off of him sometimes.

The way he wears those fitted tops and just, ugh. He looks so damn good. But not only that, he has the personality of a fuckboy, flirtatious as a sinner and as sweet as honey. But his true personality. That’s what you love the most. A modest, nerdy guy who loved video games and banana milk. And, the cherry on top of it all. He loved you too.

You went out with a good friend of yours, Jimin, who was a former fuckboy himself. But was now married and had a boy on the way. To ask for his ‘sacred’ advice.

So, you were at the bar one night.

That’s generally always a bad start.

Now, you’re drunk.

Even worse off.

Thirdly, you’re listening to Jimin.

That is the fatal blow.

“Babes, listen to me,” he said, slightly buzzed from his cocktails.

“I’m listening o-sacred one,” you giggled.

“Good, cause my old ass is about to give you some good fucking advice,” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Less hear it,” you slurred.

“You need to be the prey in his eyes. You need to make him think that it’s all his idea. That you’re totally innocent in the things you’re gonna do. Like wear a short dress on your next date, or send a hot pic or something. Drop something and bend over in front of him to pick it up. Shake your ass a little harder to Kayne for me, please. But that’s just a personal request, we'll discuss those terms later.”

“Prey in his eyes huh?”

“Exactly, find out what his kinks are, play into them,” he suggested.

“How?” you sat on the edge of your seat.

This is what desperation does to a person, folks.

“Like, maybe he’s a dom, maybe he’s a sub. Start there. Does he normally take control of things, or do you?” He asked.

“He’s normally in control,” you said, thinking of his lustful kisses.

“Okay, so probably a dom then,” Jimin analyzed.

“How do I figure out more specific things though? Like things I can do to turn him on,” you ask.

“Well, see if a certain title gets a reaction from him. Like sir, master, daddy? Any of those?”

“Okay, what else?”

“Well, is he an ass or tits guy?”

“He’s an opportunist,” you answered.

Jimin laughed at your answer, before getting serious.

“Does he have a breeding kink? Cum kink? Am I getting warm?”

“I don’t know, it’s not like I’m out here yelling about ovulating or something,” you stammered.

“You should try that!” Jimin encouraged.

“Jimin I don’t know,” you said, suddenly getting self conscious.

“Hey bitch don’t you start negative talk that’s gonna sabotage all my efforts here,” he warned.

“Sorry sorry, I won’t. He loves me, I love him, game face is on,” you teased.

“Good, listen to me though. If that boy doesn’t last longer than a minute dump his ass.”

“That seems harsh,” you pondered.

“It’s not, especially not for someone his age,” Jimin stated.

“I won’t leave him because of something dumb like that Jimin,” you said, feeling oddly protective over something you had no idea of yet.

“Just, try different things. Life's too short not to fuck like bunnies while you can. I’m starting to get back pain if we go too long,” Jimin joked. At least, you hope he was joking.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m gonna go call him daddy and yell about ovulating,” you said firmly.

“That’s the spirit! Go!”

And you did.

Go back home and pass the fuck out.

Listen, listen, listen.

You’re a notorious lightweight.

But you had forgotten that Jungkook and you had planned a breakfast date that morning. So, when you hauled your ass out of bed you realized one: you had to puke. Two: you were late for your date. Three: Your period was four days early.

Scrambling to the shower you got in and turned the water up entirely too high making your head spin and fall out of the shower. Unfortunately, you had taken the towel bar down with you. Jungkook had his own key for your place now, so, naturally he let himself in. And when you fell, a cry came from your lips and a loud thud. Jungkook, ran in to find you on the floor, hungover and covered in towels.

“Baby what happened?” he asked, rushing over and placing his hand on your head.

“Jungkook?”

“What happened, did you fall?” he asked, looking at the running shower and your soaked body.

“Yeah,” you whimpered, Jungkook pulled you into his arms and patted your head to look for any sore spots.

“Do we need to go to the doctor?”

“No, I’m okay,” you whispered.

“Did you go out with Jimin last night?”

“Yes,” you said, wiping the water off your face.

“Sweetheart you drank way too much,” he chuckled.

“No,” you lied, biting your lip, trying not to die of embarrassment.

“It’s okay, big baby,” Jungkook laughed.

“Thanks... daddy,” you said softly.

You felt the harsh floor hit your ass as Jungkook dropped you.

“Ouch!”

“Sorry Y/N!” Jungkook hastily apologized.

He helped you to bed and the topic never even came up. As if dropping you was a regular occurrence. You couldn’t help but be slightly bitter. You really wanted that to work, cause it might have been a kink of yours. Can’t win them all you guess.

You reconveened the meeting of the minds with Jimin over a facetime later that night long after Jungkook had gone home.

“So your dumb ass was too hungover to get a sensible thought to go through your head?”

“Listen,” you started. “I may or may not have been hungover, but don’t call a bitch out. Rude as hell, however I called him daddy and he dropped my fucking ass.”

“That’s oddly poetic,” Jimin commented.

“Shut up, I still have a bruise,” you complained.

“Well, Daddy’s out for now, so. Try just, doing something scandalous. Show off some sideboob hell, this is serious!”

“I can do my best,” you said, looking down at your girls with motivation.

A few nights later, Jungkook came over for dinner and a movie. You picked just a mindless action flick, but it would no doubt enthrall him.

You dressed a little skimpier than usual. A tighter dress to show off some of your cleavage, you had Jungkook entranced at the door.

He was way more touchy tonight you noticed.

Coming up behind you and kissing your neck gently.

“Smells good baby, whatcha cooking?” he asked, leaning his head over your shoulder as his arms came around your waist.

“Just some cheesy alfredo noodles, nothing too crazy,” you said with a grin.

“Ooh, fancy pants,” he said, landing a tap on your ass that was gentle but noticeable.

“Not really, but I’m glad you like it so far,” you said.

“May I kiss the chef?” Jungkook asked, leaning for the corner of your lips.

“Please do,” you agreed, turning to connect your lips with his.

“Mmm, baby,” he smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in tighter.

“Missed you so much these past three days.”

“Yeah? How much?”

“So much, Jungkook,” you whispered, breath fanning over his lips.

“Me too,” he agreed before bringing his lips back to yours.

Your mouths melded together as he led your hips towards his.

“So sweet, what are you drinking?” he asked, licking his lips.

“Peach soju,” you smiled.

“Mmm tasty,” he said, moving to turn away from you. No doubt to go slam the rest of that peach soju.

You grabbed the belt loops of his pants and pulled his pelvis against yours. “Baby, don’t leave me yet,” you whined. Jungkook made a small growl in his chest as he devoured your lips this time, gripping at the back of your dress with his fingers. You mewled at the action, leaning forward to press your body against his harder.

Jungkook pulled back suddenly, causing your head to swirl with confusion.

“Just a second, I need to go use the bathroom,” he said, waddling down the hallway.

Your dazed mind believed him.

But when he did finally come back he was flushed, like he wasn’t feeling well.

“You okay Kook?”

“Yeah, just, felt a little off for a second,” he said, skin returning to its normal color as he calmed down it appeared.

“You were gone for a long time, are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

Jungkook’s cheeks got warm as he looked at you.

“Much better,” he said, patting your leg gently. You’re not entirely convinced, but he brings his lips to yours briefly. You kissed him gingerly, but he pulled back before much else could happen.

“Well dinner is ready,” you said, bringing the dishes to the table. Jungkook hurried to sit down, ready for your cooking. You smiled as you set his meal in front of him, moving to sit down as well.

“Babe it looks amazing,” Jungkook said, eyes wide.

“Thank you, it’s nothing special but it’s always a fail safe,” you explained.

“Well I’m excited,” Jungkook said, digging in.

“I’m glad baby,” you answered before grabbing your own fork and eating.

The meal passed relatively uneventfully. You asked about work. He said it was the same as usual.

“Is Mrs. Lebanskyi still trying to set you up with her granddaughter?” You giggled.

“No, I think after the fortieth no, I have a girlfriend, she finally got it. That and I may have put a rather disturbing image in her head just for good measure,” Jungkook laughed.

“Ooh, disturbing image. Do share, do share,” you said.

“Don’t you know that mysterious guys are more attractive?” Jungkook teased.

“Oh I bet,” you said, sipping your wine.

“Well, how's turf wars going?”

“Shelby is currently winning but Duke has been making some power moves lately,” you commented.

“Always liked that kid,” he said in reference to Duke. He was your troublemaker. But he had a great sense of humor.

The rest of dinner passed quietly.

You and Jungkook both cleared the table, washing the dishes and settling down for a movie. Jungkook sat down on the couch, looking at his phone for a few minutes.

Now it was time to initiate your newest plan.

“Hey babe, I’m gonna take a quick shower,” you said, moving towards your bedroom.

“Okay!” Jungkook said, head still in his phone.

“Be right back,” you stated.

“Kay,” he responded.

You got in the shower and washed yourself down. You shaved and put on Jungkook’s favorite lotion, then you forewent a bra, as well as putting some of your fancy panties on. Hopefully this next move would get those panties of yours to come off and get thrown towards some random corner of your bedroom. Or living room. Or kitchen. You weren’t picky at this moment.

So, you finally made it out to the living room, damp hair and shorts on.

It’s time to put seduction plan number two into motion.

“Hey babe,” you said, sitting down and reaching over him to grab the remote.

That’s when you saw it.

Jungkook’s eyes were trained on your chest. You pretended not to notice, turning the movie on and settling into the couch with Jungkook.

You sat with your arms crossed. Watching the action race across the screen. You stretched out your legs and had them draped over Jungkook’s lap. You watched the screen with tired eyes, when you felt Jungkook’s hand on your bare leg.

His eyes were still on the tv, but his hand was rubbing your leg slowly.

You tried to keep a neutral expression, but he was touching you... And his hands were so warm...

Jungkook turned to you for a moment, making your heart lurch into your throat for a second. Play it cool, play it cool.

You knew that Jungkook wasn’t stupid, but you weren’t sure if maybe this was pushing it a little too far. You could just do the adult thing and ask him if he wanted to have sex and why he hadn’t been more intimate with you but, where’s the story in that?

“You’re wearing that lotion I like,” he said, smiling.

“Well, you’re here so might as well spoil you a bit,” you said.

“I appreciate it,” Jungkook said, coming closer to bring your lips together.

“I was hoping you would,” you said, kissing him back gently.

Jungkook wrapped his arm around you, bringing your lips together sensually almost. The urge to rip your clothes off and have your way with him were strong in this one. But, you refrained. He has to think it’s his idea. His idea-oh god his lips are so soft, and plush beneath your own. Your mind almost went blank at the action of his hand coming up along your waist and pushing you onto your back.

Your lips parted as you stared up at Jungkook with pupils blown wide and breaths coming in short gasps. He looked at your eyes, then your lips as he connected your mouths again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him closer. It wasn’t enough, you wanted him closer still.

Jungkook pulled away slowly, as if savoring your kiss.

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

“Thank you Jungkook,” you whispered, moving to capture his lips yet again when he put his hand on your shoulder.

“I think I’ve gotta get going, it’s almost eleven and I have to work in the morning,” he said, sounding just as disappointed as you felt.

“Okay Kook,” you said, sitting up to give him a hug.

That’s when you felt it.

A distinct prodding at your stomach.

You moved back to ask him about it when he placed a quick kiss on your lips, effectively dazing you before rushing towards the door.

“Bye babe! I love you!” he hollered, running out of the house and leaving you thoroughly confused and horny in your living room.

Soon after that even your work friends were starting to wonder if you were frustrated about something.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright? You haven’t touched your food,” Hoseok said, a good friend of yours who was the literature teacher.

“Hobi, I’m gonna ask you something and you have to help me out. Jimin’s advice has failed me before and continues to do so to this day, but you-you’ve never led this lamb astray before, can I have some advice?”

“Of course, what’s the trouble?”

“My former playboy boyfriend won’t fuck me,” you said, covering your face in embarrassment.

Hoseok choked on his drink and looked around the office to make sure no one heard your debauched statement.

“Okay. Okay, rewind. Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“Your sweet loveable boyfriend Jungkook.”

“Yeah.”

“Good communicator and flirtatious server Jungkook.”

“That’s the one.”

“Have you thought of, I don’t know, asking him?” Hoseok said, smacking you upside the head gently with a few papers.

“Hey,” you whined.

“You’re such an idiot sometimes,” he laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“Firstly, for going to Jimin for some kind of advice that’d only work in a romance novel.”

Oops.

“Secondly, for listening to any advice that came out of that idiot’s mouth,” he continued.

“This is feeling less like helping me and more like roasting me,” you complained.

“Partially because it is, but anyways. To the advice column of our paper,” Hoseok joked. “Well, talk to him and figure out what’s going on. Or if all else fails just show up to his house in a trench coat and lingerie, there’s only so many ways to seduce someone.”

Okay, you know this was a dumb idea.

But there wasn’t much else to do.

It’s the middle of the night, you’re standing outside of Jungkook’s apartment with a stupid peacoat on and your trusty pale pink babydoll. Your legs were freezing. You knocked on the door before you could think better of it and waited. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Eventually, a sleepy looking Jungkook answered the door. He looked at your attire and then up to your face.

“Babe,” he greeted.

“Hi Kook,” you said, biting down a shiver.

“It’s a little past midnight,” he said, looking at you with confusion.

“I know,” you answered.

Jungkook continued to stare at you before you couldn’t help the shiver that ran over you. Teeth chattering and body shaking, Jungkook’s eyes softened and he opened the door wider and urged you inside. Rushing into the living room you turned around to face Jungkook.

He was shirtless, a pair of joggers on and his phone in hand.

“We need to talk,” you said, looking at him with nothing but love and a little bit of lust because damn he looks so good-no! Damn it, try to focus Y/N.

“About what baby? It’s almost one in the morning,” he said, coming forward to take your hands.

“I don’t want to break up,” you said. Jungkook cocked his head to the side and pursed his lips.

“Okay-were you thinking that you did want to break up?”

“No! God no, not ever. I love you Kook,” you said, palming his cheek.

“Then why are you telling me you don’t want to break up? Are you drunk? Have you been out with Jimin,” he started to scold you, when you pulled him to your lips gently. He quieted down a little but pulled away nonetheless.

“Y/N, what is going on?” he asked.

“Jungkook, how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long are you going to make us wait?”

Jungkook’s eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about, quit beating around the bush and just fucking tell me what-”

“Why won’t you fuck me?” you asked, blunter than you had intended.

Jungkook balked at you before he replied. “What?”

“Fucking, sex, making love whatever you wanna call it, why aren’t we doing it?”

“Baby-it’s one in the morning I don’t think this is the time or the place to have this conversation-”

“What conversation Jungkook? Are you just not attracted to me? Or is it someone else? Why?”

“Not attracted to you-Y/N, do you hear yourself?”

“My ears work fine,” you glared.

“Great, cause they’re about to get some use.”

You were going to argue some more, feeling rather defensive about the whole thing when Jungkook blocked your path.

“Not attracted to you huh? You think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing? Little fucking tease, that’s what you are. Calling me daddy, wearing no bra and those shorts as well as my favorite lotion. Now the trench coat-”

“It’s a peacoat,” you corrected.

“What the fuck ever, what I want...” he swallowed thickly. “What I want is underneath it anyways.”

“What do you want?” you asked.

“What I’ve always wanted from you,” he smiled. He approached and opened your peacoat, button by button.

Gently, he peeled back the coat and let it drop to the floor. Your lingerie decorated your body perfectly. But Jungkook didn’t even look at it. His head dipped as he came closer, your heart was in your throat. Was this actually working?? The fuck??

But, all you felt was Jungkook's lips right above your left breast.

“This is what I want,” he said against your skin.

“My boob?”

“Your heart you idiot.”

“Lot of harsh words being thrown around right now,” you sniffed. But even you could help the small smile that came to your lips as Jungkook backed up. Carefully, as not to scare him away, you lifted your hand to his chest and laid your hand over his heart. “This is what I want,” you repeated.

“My boob?” he joked.

“Yeah,” you teased, pushing him back a little. When he frowned you sighed and nodded your head. “I want your heart too babe, always.”

“You’re such a softie,” he smirked, coming forward to kiss your head.

“Yeah yeah, only for you babe, only for you,” you warned.

“That’s all I care about,” he smiled.

“You’re such a little shit sometimes,” you growled.

“Sorry,” he said, trying his best to look sheepish.

“God sometimes I wonder,” you said, laughing.

“Anyway babe, about the other thing,” Jungkook said, looking at you.

“Huh?”

“Have you forgotten that you’re literally standing in my house in lingerie and heels?” he asked, incredulous.

“Sorry, my bad,” you sighed. “Here hand me my jacket, I’ll get out of your hair so you can sleep,” you said.

“Wait babe-”

“No, I get it. This isn’t the time nor the place to discuss that, I shouldn’t have woken you up-”

“Babe if you walk out that door in that set and I don’t fuck you, I have done both of us a disservice.”

It was your turn to look shocked. “What?”

“Babe, I admit I was holding out on you,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I was used to being used, and people saw me as an object and not a person, but you changed all of that. You showed me what love is, how a relationship works. And I’m so grateful that you did. Because being with you is my greatest joy. Honestly. God I’m such a simp for you babe, for real. But-But with sex, I was worried that maybe all you wanted was that you’d slept with me exclusively. I know it’s dumb but I was insecure at first. Now-Now I’m ready to take that step with you, if you want.”

“Jungkook, don’t say something if you’re really not ready I’m being an idiot and-”

“Well you’re always being an idiot. But right now you’re onto something,” he encouraged.

“Okay, burn me, that’s fine. But, what do you mean I’m onto something?”

Jungkook groaned.

“Do you want me to spell it out? G-E-T I-N B-E-D-”

“Speak my language please,” you snarked.

“Get in my bedroom,” he said, walking and opening the doors to fucking heaven at this point.

“Are you serious?” you asked.

“As a heart attack,” Jungkook responded.

“Holy shit-okay,” you said, walking towards the bedroom. Jungkook swatted your ass as you walked past him.

“Get on the bed, put your coat on the chair,” he said. You did as he asked, putting your jacket down and climbing onto the bed. You realized you still had your shoes on, moving to take them off you heard a snarl from the otherside of the room.

“Did I say to do anything else baby? Keep those heels on, it’ll be the only thing you wear when I’m fucking you,” Jungkook growled, walking towards you like a man starved.

Your heart wasn’t prepared for that statement, almost giving out at the last minute, before you could even suck his dick. What a shame, but a way to go nonetheless.

That’s when Jungkook’s hand gripped your jaw, not tight enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention from your wayward thoughts. “Listen up babydoll, if you need to stop, say something. Make a safeword right now.”

“Uh-um, I’m really not good under pressure Kook-”

“I’m not fucking you until you think of one,” Jungkook said.

“Fine, fine. Uh-strawberry,” you answered.

“Alright, if you say strawberry at any point we’re done for the night okay? If you need me to slow down just say yellow, and if everything is okay tell me green,” he announced.

“Why couldn’t red be my safeword?”

“I just like to watch you struggle sometimes,” he smirked before bringing his lips to yours seductively.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back fervently. Like this might be the last time you get to kiss this man in your life. Jungkook licked the seams of your lips, asking you to open your mouth for him. You did just that, opening your mouth and letting his slick tongue inside. You moaned when Jungkook wrapped his tongue around yours, showing you just a glimpse of the pleasure he could pull from your body.

“Baby,” you whined when he pulled back, mouth hanging open and chest heaving.

“I’m not your baby, sweet thing, no no. Call me Daddy,” he said, holding your head back so he could nip and suck on your neck.

“Wait, I thought you didn’t like that?” you asked, looking at him.

“What do you mean?” he questioned pulling away from you.

“You dropped me on my ass the last time I called you that,” you said, reminding him of your little experiment.

“Did you ever think that you shocked me by randomly calling me daddy outside of the bedroom?”

“Well, I mean I thought about it,” you sniffed.

“Clearly,” he snorted before pulling you back in, kissing you feverishly.

You whimpered into his kiss before wrapping your arms around his torso.

“Fuck, you’re so god damn sexy,” he groaned.

“You too Kook-”

“What did I say,” he snapped. “I’m not your baby, I’m not Kook, I’m your daddy. And you better start fucking acting like it before I punish you.”

His words sunk in and you nodded demurely.

“Yes Daddy, I’ll behave,” you said, biting your lip.

“You will huh? We’ll see about that,” he teased before pushing you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you and kissing your jawline, leaving wet kisses along your heated skin.

You moaned underneath him as he worked his mouth over your jaw and down to your chest.

“Such pretty tits baby,” he said, pulling them out of the lingerie. His eyes sparkled as he unwrapped his present like a kid on christmas. You arched into his touches, watching with rapt attention as he brought his mouth over your nipple. Your reaction was music to his ears.

“Fuck daddy,” you mewled, looking at him with stars in your eyes.

“Mmm, so sweet babydoll,” he said, laving his tongue over your breast salaciously. You moaned at the contact, shivering when he blew on the wet skin. He brought your hands up above your head, holding them there by the wrist. If you tried hard enough you could escape but you didn’t want to upset him, and a part of you didn’t want to escape him, you wanted all the pleasure and torture he could give you.

“Feels so good daddy,” you whined, rutting against him like a bitch in heat.

“Just playing with your tits and you’re already so responsive. Fuck I should’ve done this sooner,” he lamented, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly.

Your cries were softened by the very torturous lips that were bringing you such pleasure. You struggled to keep yourself under control. You feared chasing him off originally, now you were afraid of the fucker teasing you to death.

“My beautiful doll,” he smiled, looking at you with adoration in his gaze. “Open your mouth.”

You didn’t question him, you just opened your mouth like you were told.

“Suck on these fingers, get them nice and wet so they can fuck you good,” he said, bringing his pointer and middle finger towards your mouth. You sucked his fingers lewdly, taking them so deep your lips hit his knuckles.

“That’s it, good girl,” he praised. “Now, you’re gonna take those panties off.”

You flushed, trying to keep your composure but-his voice was like pure sin. You couldn’t explain it better than that. You wanted to hear it more and more, you wanted him to talk to you like you were a dumb little bitch-which you weren’t (most of the time).

You weren’t sure if you were into that kind of degradation but, maybe, with Jungkook? Maybe you could see it as a thing.

“Jungkook?”

“How many times-”

“No-time out for a sec before we really get into this,” you said, wringing your hands together.

“What is it? Do you wanna stop?”

“No! No no, I’ll literally die if you don’t fuck me but-”

“This sounds like it’s going to be a boner killing conversation-”

“Bitch what did you just say to me?”

“What did you want to say babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, rubbing your thighs gently.

“Well. I was wondering... maybe we could do like... I don’t know-you call me mean names and stuff?”

“Like degradation?” he asked, raising a brow. “Consider my boner intrigued.”

“Yeah. Are you down for that?” you asked.

“I think that could be hot, but I don’t want you to feel bad about anything,” he said, biting his lip.

“Nah, I know that’s not what you actually think about me, no worries babe. But like, call me a dumb slut or something I don’t know,” you said lamely.

“Well then, I’ll call you a dumb slut and go from there,” he laughed.

“No! I’m serious! I wanna be degraded,” you encouraged.

“Alright I hear you I hear you, but I can’t just whip it out and be like-dumb slut! That feels weird to me,” he shrugged.

“We’re supposed to be having sex right now but I had to open my big fucking mouth and ruin it-”

“I wonder why some people like degradation,” Jungkook pondered.

“This is getting us nowhere, nevermind just forget I said anything,” you sighed.

“No babe, I wanna do this how we’re both gonna like it. Maybe we should talk more about it tomorrow, and just sleep tonight huh?”

“No! Please please please don’t just sleep on me, I’m literally ready to go, I swear,” you answered. “Please Daddy, please fuck me.”

“See I’m not in it anymore so it just feels weird to hear you say that-”

“Jungkook are we really not gonna have sex after all this?”

“I dunno. I’m kinda tired,” he yawned to emphasize his statement.

“I’ll suck your dick, please, I’ll do anything to feel you-call me a needy bitch or whatever cause it’s true I'm a needy bitch for your dick daddy please.”

Jungkook’s brows raised in interest.

“You want it that bad huh?”

“Yes. I want it so bad please,” you begged.

“Alright baby, alright I’ll give you my cock. That’s what you want isn’t it? My big fat cock in that tiny pussy huh?”

“Yes,” you moaned, laying back into the pillows.

“I bet you do you whore,” he growled. “You come here in the middle of the fucking night because you’re so hungry for dick. I bet you’d crawl on the floor if I asked you to, huh? I might just have you crawl for this dick.”

“I’ll do it daddy, I’ll crawl, I’ll grovel, I’ll do whatever you want just please daddy,” you begged.

“Alright, I’m gonna fuck you dumb,” he snarled before coming forward to kiss you again.

You accepted his kiss and let him dominate the passionate exchange before whining and rutting against him. You were a dumb slut who wanted his dick more than anything in the world right now.

“Please daddy, give me your cock. Wanna suck it like a good girl,” you said.

“Aww my baby slut wants to suck my cock huh? Should I give it to you? Do you think you deserve it?”

“I don’t deserve it,” you whimpered. “I’ve been so bad, coming to daddy’s house so late and demanding his cock but if you let me, I’ll be so good for you.”

“Mmm, come here my baby,” he encouraged, moving you down so your body was flat but your head was propped up on a pillow. “Gonna fuck that dirty mouth of yours. Then I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna drink it like the good little bitch you are, and you’re gonna thank daddy for giving you such a reward when you’ve been nothing but a disobedient little shit.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said before opening your mouth up to him. Jungkook wound back and pulled his pants down. You kept your mouth open, waiting for him to give you what you wanted.

Finally, you gave a small whimper and Jungkook freed his cock from his underwear and your eyes bulged. His cock wasn’t like-pornstar huge-but it was pretty big, thick and ready for your wet mouth.

“Open up wider, daddy’s cock won’t fit otherwise,” he said, scooting forward so that he was straddling your face.

“Fuck my throat daddy, I’ll be good,” you pleaded.

“That’s a good girl,” he smirked. “Nice and easy.”

He slowly eased his cock inside your mouth, giving you a few seconds to get adjusted before pushing a little further. You bobbed your head forward as much as you could but Jungkook was also thrusting at the same time, making you cough a little as he hit the back of your throat.

“Gag on it, yeah, fuck like that,” Jungkook moaned. “Love watching you struggle to take it all.”

You struggled to keep your throat relaxed as Jungkook thrusted forwards, fucking your mouth and throat. You whimpered under him. Jungkook was whispering the nastiest shit to you the whole time, effectively ruining your panties as you struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck you are a nasty little bitch aren’t you? Fuck, love watching you suck my dick. I’m gonna fuck your throat raw baby, gonna fuck it so deep and hard then I’m gonna make it all better by cuming down your throat to soothe the ache. Aren’t I such a nice daddy baby? Even though you’ve been so bad? Fuck your mouth is so hot, I love it. I love you,” he moaned.

You wanted to respond but you were rather preoccupied.

Jungkook was brutal at certain points, making your head spin with the lack of oxygen. But he seemed to know your limits pretty well because just before you’d want him to let you breathe, you would feel him let up. Giving you some air.

Jungkook’s groans turned to whines above you as he continued to fuck your throat.

“Gonna cum baby, gonna cum down your throat and make all that hurt go away. And then what does my special girl say huh? What do you say after that?”

You choked on his cock once more in lieu of a response and let him do whatever he wanted.

“Here it comes you dumb slut. Drink my cum,” he groaned, body tensing before he shuddered a few times and you felt the warmth of his cum go down your throat. You choked again and Jungkook brought his dick out of your throat and let you swallow the rest.

You wheezed a few times, feeling the sweet air in your lungs.

Jungkook took your jaw in his hands and kissed you senseless for a moment. Jungkook’s lips were swollen from him biting them and from your previous kisses.

“Thank you daddy,” you croaked, kissing him again.

“You’re so welcome,” he beamed. “How do you feel about spitting as a form of degradation?” he asked, raising a brow at you.

“Do it, please daddy,” you hiccuped, feeling the ache in your throat more.

“Open your mouth,” he said, pulling back.

You did as he asked and he spat right in your mouth, causing you to rub your thighs together as he growled.

“Now swallow.”

You did just that.

“What a good dumb slut you are,” he groaned. “So perfect for me.”

“Just for you daddy, only for you.”

“That’s right,” he snapped. “You’re all for me. My perfect stupid whore.”

“Daddy... My pussy... Hurts,” you whimpered.

“Yeah? Let me look, let daddy see where it hurts baby,” he said, pulling your legs apart slowly.

The sight before him knocked the wind right out of his lungs. Your panties were stuck to your center. That's how wet you were for him. Fuck you looked so good, dripping and whining for him.

“I see the problem,” he said, biting his lips once more.

“What’s wrong daddy?”

“Need to eat your pussy baby, that way it won’t hurt anymore,” he said, placing an open mouth kiss to your core.

“Oh!” You gasped.

“Take those panties off for me,” he demanded, looking just as impatient as you felt.

You scrambled to get your underwear off, almost rolling off of his bed if it wasn’t for his gentle hands holding you. When you finally did get the blasted things off Jungkook’s mouth was quick to replace them. You moaned in surprise, but you quickly got a hold of yourself.

“Fuck! Feels so good,” you mewled.

“You taste even better,” he moaned into your wetness. He sucked on your clit lightly, causing your hips to buck and making his face smoosh into your cunt even more. You cried out at the feeling of his tongue moving against your sensitive center.

“Daddy, oh god,” you hiccuped.

“That’s right pretty, let it go for me, let me taste even more,” he said, licking and sucking on you like you were his last meal. The string in your tummy felt so tight like it could burst at any second. But fuck you just needed a little more. Just a smidge.

“Daddy... C-Can I-oh fuck me, can I have your fingers please,” you asked, trying so hard to be good.

“Being polite now huh? Now that I’m gonna make you cum? Well, I wanna see how tight this pussy is, wanna stretch you out before you get shoved onto my cock.”

You could feel the frustrated tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted it so bad and if he didn’t give it to you, you weren’t sure what was going to go down-oh...

“Fuck!” you screamed as Jungkook entered two fingers into you. Your walls clamped down on the intruders and Jungkook huffed into your center at the sensation.

“Shit you’re so tight baby,” he groaned, licking firmly at your clit as he struggled to keep his control.

“Daddy, m-my pussy, so full,” you hiccuped, feeling the tears finally start to trickle down your cheeks.

“I bet it is, but you’re still gonna take this big cock. I promise it’ll feel so good baby. Hot and throbbing in your pretty pussy,” he said, not yet noticing that your cheeks were swelling from your salty tears.

“Daddy,” you said, feeling yourself shaking as Jungkook began to thrust his fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, gonna feel so good on my dick. You’re such a good girl, daddy’s good girl huh?” he said, like someone might say to a young pup. But here you were, eating it all up. Fuck, the tears wouldn’t stop. It was almost too much. But you didn’t want him to stop. Not yet. God not yet.

“Mngh, your fingers are so good,” you whispered, arm going over your eyes to help shield them from Jungkook’s heinous activities downstairs.

Because if you kept looking you might pass out.

You sniffled and felt Jungkook pause his fingers inside of you.

“Are you crying baby?”

“N-No.” You swallowed to try and keep the shudders at bay but his fingers wickedly started up again.

“Hm, you aren’t? Well, let me take a look then,” he said.

“No!”

“Y/N, are you alright? Just move your arm,” he encouraged.

“I-I can’t,” you said.

“Then let me help you,” Jungkook answered, moving your arms away from your face and pinning them to your sides.

Jungkook was slightly blurry, your eyes now doubt slightly swollen and red from your tears. You weren’t sure why you were crying so much but you were certainly overwhelmed.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

“No Daddy, I don’t,” you said, looking him square in the eyes.

“Alright,” Jungkook said, kissing up your throat, and onto your chin. Next, claiming your lips in a harsh exchange. But a sweet peck was placed right after to soothe the sting. Jungkook then kissed your cheek. You felt a wet sensation, and realized. He was licking you. More specifically-your tears.

Holy shit.

Jeon Jungkook has a crying fetish.

You wanted to laugh, but you were so turned on all you managed was a slight wheeze, which was interrupted by Jungkook’s plush mouth coming back to yours.

Jungkook grabbed onto your lingerie and pulled it up and off, baring you fully to his hungry eyes. He looked at you like you were everything he’s ever wanted and more. Fuck, was this love? Is this what all those teen fanfiction authors are spurring on about?

Cause, if it is, they’re onto something.

The tears poured down harder as Jungkook came back to you.

“My baby, so emotional huh?” he whispered, biting on your ear gently.

“I just love you-so much,” you said, intertwining your fingers.

“I love you too baby, more than I could ever say, but maybe I could show you,” he said, pulling his underwear off and onto the floor.

“Yes, yes please I want it,” you begged, spreading your legs wide for him. Jungkook moved slowly, crawling up the bed towards you like a hungry jaguar hunting the antelope.

“I know you do, so do I, fuck are you sure you’re wet enough? Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, mind probably spiraling at the thought that this was actually going to happen now.

“I’m wet enough, believe me, but you don’t have to use a condom. I’m on the pill,” you said softly, touching his cheek. “And I trust you.”

“Okay, whatever you want... might even give you my cum if you ask like a good girl,” he smirked, licking his lips before lining up with your entrance. You felt his tip rubbing against your clit for a few seconds before pushing down against your hole. Jungkook groaned when he sank in. Because fuck, it felt too good.

“You’re so tight, and wet and-shit, feels so good baby,” he praised you.

A soft whimper and tear came from you as Jungkook slowly pushed in. Your breathing shallowed and Jungkook felt you tensing.

“Ease up baby, I’ve got you, it’s okay,” he shushed, pressing gentle kissing to your sweaty hairline.

“So big,” you mewled.

“Almost there. Be a good girl and take it,” Jungkook moaned out.

“Want it all,” you said, gripping his hips tight.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered as he bottomed out. Your cunt was stretched to its max it felt like. Jungkook held still as he could until you gave him the okay by tapping his side gently.

“You sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, concerned.

“I’m okay, please move,” you said, bucking your hips against his softly.

“Alright baby, hold on tight,” he smiled, before bringing your lips together and setting a slow pace. With each draw out and push in he felt incredible. So hot and big inside of you. But he wasn’t rushing either. You could feel every inch when he pushed in, and the slight ache when he pulled out. It didn’t hurt, it was more like you just wanted him there always.

“Fuck, feels so good, daddy. Wanna cum, wanna cum please!” you cried, gripping his forearm.

“Yeah? Wanna cum on this dick you dirty girl. Coat my dick, coat it in your cum for me,” he egged you on so much it made your head spin.

You’d never felt like this during sex. Most of the time you were chasing after your orgasms. Sometimes having to finish yourself off after your partner had long since fallen asleep. But right now? You were being throw towards your end at a rapid pace. He’d barely been going a minute and you were already such a mess.

“Shit so tight, fuck, come on baby. Cum, cum hard I wanna feel it,” Jungkook growled, leaning forward and capturing your lips in a tight lock.

You moaned and cried against his lips as finally-finally your orgasm washed over you. Jungkook felt your walls flutter around him and he bit down on his lip as he pulled away from you, letting you ride through the afterglow slowly. Jungkook halted his movement when you started whimpering.

“Too sensitive? Does it hurt?” Jungkook asked, eyes sparkling in the dark.

“It doesn’t hurt, just want more,” you begged. One orgasm was never going to be enough with Jungkook. Because he felt so good, knew exactly where to touch and when to touch you. Fuck it was so god damn good you were still teary eyed.

“My greedy slut wants another one?”

“Yes, yes please!” you said, moving against him, already feeling pleasure rather than the sharp ache. You cried out when Jungkook left your needy hole empty.

“Lift your ass up in the air,” he demanded. Knees wobbly after your climax you almost fell, but Jungkook’s gentle grip was there to stabilize you.

“L-Like this?” you asked, spine curved and hips jutting outward.

“Just like that baby,” he said, approaching you with a gentle smack to your ass.

“Oh!” you gasped, and Jungkook just laughed. You knew it didn’t hurt but you weren’t expecting to feel such a rush from it.

“Like being spanked pretty?” he asked, landing another one on the other cheek.

“Fuck!” you cried out, falling forward on your elbows.

“I think you do baby slut,” he smirked, rubbing his fingers through your slick. He rubbed at your clit a little, enhancing the sensations all the more.

“Daddy, fuck,” you said, arching your back.

“Take my cock baby,” he said, rubbing it against your wet pussy.

“Yes, yes,” you whispered to yourself. But Jungkook heard it as he pushed into you once more. Your warm walls welcoming him as he pushed inside your wet heat again and again.

“That’s right, daddy’s cock is all you want isn’t it? Say daddy’s cock is all you need,” he encouraged.

“D-Daddy’s-ah!” you cried out as Jungkook landed a sharper whack to your ass.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Daddy’s cock is all I-hngh fuck! All I need!” you said, struggling to speak as Jungkook’s cock battered your core.

“That’s it, that’s what daddy wants to hear. You’re my good slut, aw fuck, feels so fucking good,” he said, pushing forward harder.

“So good daddy, feels so good,” you murmured, feeling your sanity slipping away from you.

“Gonna fuck you dumb, you’ll be full of cum and uh fuck-jesus christ you’re so tight-and you’ll want more of it. In your mouth, in your pussy and on those fucking gorgeous tits, yes baby fuck it,” he groaned, molding his back to yours as he interlocked your fingers.

“Uh uh uh, daddy I want it, pleas-s-se give me your cum,” you said, unable to really speak coherently at this point.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whined, rutting into you harder, causing stars to erupt from behind your eyes.

“Me-e too, fuck!” after a particularly harsh thrust Jungkook kissed your neck and you could feel him tensing up.

“Right there baby, right there,” he groaned, gripping your hands tighter.

“Jungkook,” you cried, orgasm finally taking you causing your walls to flutter around Jungkook’s cock. He’d already felt your climax once, but twice proved to be too much. Jungkook whispered your name into your neck as he came inside of you with a firm thrust.

Your vision blurred as you felt Jungkook give a few more shallow thrusts inside of you, before pulling out and looking down at the mess you’d made.

“Y/N? Sweetheart?” Jungkook’s voice was soft as he approached you.

“Yes, kook?” you said, turning over.

“Wanna take a bath baby?” he asked, kissing your shin and up to your knee.

“Mmm, yes. Wanna take one together?”

“Sounds perfect.”

Jungkook started the water and you both got in, relaxing against one another. Jungkook brought your body close to his, wrapping you up in his arms as he kissed your head, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

“Love you so much,” he said, bringing your fingers to his lips.

“I love you too kook,” you said, bringing his head down to meet yours in a sweet kiss.

This must be love. You thought to yourself. You may have almost puked because of how sweet your thoughts had turned. But you couldn’t help but let yourself be smooshy and gross with him. Because it was Jungkook. And he was everything you could ever want and more.

Before you got too far into that, Jungkook pulled the plug on that bath and had you wrapped up in a towel.

“Go get changed baby I’ll be right out,” he said, moving towards his sink no doubt to brush his teeth..

When you two finally got settled down and wrapped up in the sheets you kissed Jungkook’s chest before laying your head on it.

Listening to his heartbeat lulled you off into a peaceful slumber.

This must be love.

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i need comfort badly. got tboned on the way home. everyone was fine but u am one stubbed toe away from a full breakdown. can you please do spme headcanons for the brothers (and maybe diavolo amd tye other datables but if not thats perfectly okay) comforting a gn reader whose trying really hard not to cry after something bad happened.

I'm so sorry you've had such an awful experience, dear. I can't even imagine how stressful and upsetting that must be. I'm so glad that everyone's physically okay.

I ended up going with MC having a lot of smaller shit happening that just piled on and pushed them to break. I don't really like writing upsetting stuff.

Brothers x Gender-Neutral MC

Genre: Comfort

Warnings: Just generally being upset? I guess?

Comforting MC

You were already having an absolutely rotten day. Nothing was going right. You burned your hand making breakfast, forgot all of your homework in your room, were forced to stay after RAD, didn't even get to eat lunch, had extra homework because you had nothing to turn in, your backpack was stolen, and you were still expected to make a massive dinner since Beel could eat enough to feed an entire army.

Everything fucking sucked.

You were in the kitchen, sourly making dinner when you finally lost the will to keep it together. You dropped a glass dish and it shattered on the ground. If it hadn't been for everything else this would not have been a big deal. Alas, you were done with everything. You couldn't keep it together anymore. You started sobbing instead of sweeping up the shattered glass.

"MC-" Your boyfriend rushed into the kitchen to see you crying and the glass on the ground.

Lucifer:

You couldn't even stop crying long enough to tell him why you were upset.

He gently lead you away from the glass and pulled you into his arms.

"I need you to talk to me so I can help you," he said softly.

You sniffled and hiccuped your way through a rundown of your shitty day.

He couldn't help but sigh. Not at you but at the fact that you'd had such a bad day without even telling him.

"I want you to take a few deep breaths and then go wash up. I'll clean this up, I'll make dinner, and then you and I can meet in my room. Don't even worry about that extra work. I'll talk with Lord Diavolo. You did the original work and can turn it in tomorrow. If the teachers have a problem then they can answer to him."

He planned to find the demons that stole your bag, too. He would do that after you went to sleep for the night.

He didn't want you stressing over anything else.

"Next time, though, I want you to talk to me first. Don't let things get this bad. You know you can lean on me."

Mammon:

Poor Mammon was in a panic when he rushed into the kitchen. He thought you had been seriously hurt.

Seeing you in tears didn't help. But you didn't have a scratch on you.

He pulled you away from the glass and checked you over frantically just to be sure.

"Hey," he murmured when you buried your face against his chest. "What's going on? Why're you cryin'?"

You explained your day to him with your face pressed against his shirt. You were too upset to look up at him.

His blood started to boil when you got to the part about your bag being stolen on your way home. He cursed himself for not picking you up.

"Sit tight. I'll clean this up and, uh, I'll talk to Lucifer. See if someone else can finish dinner. I ain't about to let my human cook dinner when they're this upset!"

He was trying to put on a front for you but his concern outweighed everything else. He hated seeing you cry.

Lucifer had Satan finish kitchen duty for you, telling Mammon that he should take care of you.

"The Great Mammon is here, MC. I...I want you to depend on me."

Leviathan:

Your adorably awkward boyfriend had gotten up for some water when he heard the commotion. The short sprint to the kitchen left him wheezing but it was worth it for you.

You didn't look hurt, though he worried about your feet with the glass on the floor.

He swept it up quickly and hesitantly pulled your hands apart so he could see your face, only for you to hug him instead.

The normally blushy otaku wrapped his arms around you without a second thought.

"What happened? You're not hurt, right? I-I heard you crying and got worried."

You explained everything once you had calmed down a bit.

"I-I'll tell Lucifer about your bag, hopefully, we can find the thief! I'll do it myself if I have to! Until then, you can borrow one of the bags I have."

He was a bit awkward about rubbing your back but you found it soothing. He was trying really hard for you.

Levi let you sit down while he finished cooking for you. The game on pause in his room was far from his mind because he just wanted to be of help to you.

"I know I'm awkward and sometimes I don't know what to say, but I'm here for you. You can count on me."

Satan:

Satan had seen you earlier that day, only briefly, but he had a bad feeling. You hadn't looked like you were feeling great.

This only confirmed what he thought before. He wished he had pulled you aside to talk to you sooner.

He was careful to not let you step on the glass as he pulled you away and into his arms.

"Wanna talk about it?" He reassuringly ran his hand up and down your back until you felt like talking.

Listening to you talk about your day both hurt his heart and made him angry.

He planned to find the demon that stole from you and make them suffer for touching your stuff to begin with.

"I'm sure someone else will cook tonight. I'll do it myself if I have to. You shouldn't be cooking. After dinner, I'll help you with all that bullshit extra work you were given. I'll do it myself if I need to."

You couldn't even argue with him. He kissed your head and you walked off to take a hot bath and tell Lucifer what was going on.

Satan was true to his word. He ended up making dinner that night and he thoroughly helped you get through the work you were given.

"I love you, MC, and I am always here for you. You don't have to go through bad days alone."

Asmodeus:

Asmodeus was so scared that you had been hurt that he almost stepped on the glass himself.

But he didn't. He caught sight of it last minute and carefully stepped around it. Then he helped you get away from it, too.

Seeing you so upset was upsetting for him. You were a light in the world, you deserved to be happy. Seeing you sad was painful.

Asmo held you tightly in his arms and rocked with you gently, murmuring soft words to you until you were able to calm your crying down.

"Wanna tell me what happened? I hate seeing you so upset, my darling."

He listened carefully to your day. He planned to take extra good care of you and use his connections to find your stolen bag.

You watched him text on his D.D.D. before Lucifer came into the kitchen, telling you both to leave and that he would take care of cleaning the mess and dinner.

They were in agreement that it would be better for you to just relax and hopefully recover from all the stress from that day instead.

He escorted you to his bedroom where he immediately set to drawing you a hot bath in his tub.

"I'm always going to be here to help you, darling. Please come to me when things get to be too much."

Beelzebub:

It's no surprise that he was already nearing the kitchen when you dropped the dish. No, he wasn't there to get snacks. He wanted to see what you were making and if you wanted any help.

But he moved fast the second he heard glass breaking and you crying.

The first thing he did was pick you up and set you on the counter, checking you over for injuries. He even checked the bottoms of your feet to make sure you didn't get any glass stuck in them.

He knew that there was no way you were crying over a simple dish.

"What's going on, MC? I'll listen."

You told him everything and he held you aginst his chest. He pressed kisses to the top of your head every once in a while.

"I hate that you've had such a bad day. I can make it a bit better, though."

You were confused by what he meant and he smiled a bit.

"Your stolen bag. I meant to give it to you earlier but you weren't really in the mood to talk. I saw some low level demon with it on my way home from practice, so I got it back. I could smell you on it and knew it was yours."

"You can always talk to me, MC. You help everyone else all the time. I love you and helping you is just one of the things that I can do for you."

Belphegor:

To be honest, he was already on his way to you anyway. Belphie tended to get bored if he couldn't be with you. He figured he could sit with you while you cooked.

But he did not like seeing you so upset.

He lead you away form the glass and got the mess cleaned up, not wanting to step in glass himself. Then he pulled you into a warm hug.

"Alright, talk to me. I know this is about more than some stupid glass dish."

You couldn't help but weakly laugh before you began telling him about your shitty day.

He was mad at himself for skipping RAD that day knowing what you told him. He could have helped you a lot sooner if he had just been there.

He'd get your bag back for you, too, mark his words.

For now, though, you were more important than the missing bag. You needed him.

He didn't want to take over cooking himself, so he messaged Satan about it who agreed to take over for you instead. That way he was able to take you up to the attic for some peace and quiet.

"I'm sorry I wasn't with you today, MC. I'm here for you, though. I'm always here if you need to even just talk."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me comfort #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #waylonwrites

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thebibliosphere · 3 years

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Okay, I’m getting a lot of questions about stress losing its effectiveness as an ADHD coping skill and now how that can happen, so I’m going to paraphrase how my therapist explained it to me.

Stress as stimulus is a rubber band.

It’s stretchy and can be expanded to hold multiple things together (deadlines, self-care, social obligations). But the thing about rubber bands is they only work for so long before they lose their elasticity, and suddenly you’re having to pull them tighter and tighter to get the same staying power.

Suddenly, a rubber band that had no issue holding a 12 pack of “pens” together for years will need to be double wrapped around itself to hold those same things in place. And sure, it still works. A couple of “pens” might fall out from time to time, but you can just put them back and wind things tighter, right?

Except you cannot use a rubber band indefinitely.

No matter how tightly you wind it, the elastic will eventually be too stretched out to be useful and things will fall apart. It may even become brittle and snap, which is the worst-case scenario. Yet, many of us will still try to use the broken rubber band, all the while growing more and more frustrated that the thing that worked so well for so long is no longer serving its intended purpose. We might tie it together, creating functional knots in the elastic so that we can keep using it. But ultimately it’s a short-term fix and it will snap again soon. And it will keep snapping at more regular intervals until all you have left is broken pieces of elastic and what feels like your entire life scattered at your feet.

Because a rubber band is not intended as a permanent solution to something. It is an effective yet temporary measure designed to hold things in place until something better comes along.

And stress is the rubber band of the brain.

It is an important survival tool that keeps us alive, aware of our surroundings and, in small, healthy doses, productive. Good stress exists. It releases important chemicals your brains need to function, like dopamine and adrenaline, which are things ADHD brains are extremely deficient in, and struggle to regulate in the same way neurotypical brains self-regulate.

But where it becomes a problem is when you become reliant on it, and your brain and body stop having healthy stress responses. By utilizing stress constantly as a form of stimuli, you are effectively wearing out the rubber band that holds things together, and when it snaps, you’re left with a brain and body that’s been so fried by corsitol* you are left feeling burned out, tired, sickly and possibly even deeply depressed. And the more you do this, the harder it gets to bounce back from.

Which can happen to neurotypical people too! Prolonged stress is not healthy for anyone! It just so happens that stress is an unfortunately useful form of stimuli, right up until it’s not.

Using the rubber band of stress is easy. Learning not to use it is hard. But recovering from overusing it is even more so.

So what’s the solution? Unfortunately, there’s no simple answer. Therapy can help. Medication can help. Building better support structures and social groups can help. Changing your environment to be more accessible can help. Ultimately, you need to find things that work for you and do your best to make sure they are realistically attainable and also healthy. Which is no easy feat. It will be hard, but it is worth it. And I have to believe that because I’m a year into intensive therapy with what feels like minimal progress to show.

But as my therapist keeps reminding me. Progress is progress. Whether you move an inch or a mountain, you’re still moving, and that’s what counts.

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*Note: yes, cortisol is a stress hormone, but that doesn’t make it Bad like I’ve seen some questionable people claim on here before.

It is vital to our survival and wellbeing and is part of our internal warning system in much the same way histamine is required for healing and immune system regulation. The goal is not to have ZERO cortisol in your body (because that will also kill you) but to have healthy levels that respond appropriately to danger/stress and shuts off when you don’t need it. WebMD has a fairly concise breakdown of it here. (source)

#adhd #stress #mental health #not a doctor #just someone with a lot of experience with health problems #the rubber band analogy

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c-is-for-circinate · 3 years

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For a long, large part of my life, being queer in a media landscape--finding queerness in a media landscape--has meant theft.

I'm a Fandom Old, somehow, these days, older than most and younger than some, in that way that's grown associated with grumpy crotchetyness and shotguns on porches and back in my day, we had to wade through our Yahoo Groups mailing lists uphill both ways, boring and irrelevant anecdotes from Back In Those Days when homophobia clearly worked differently than it does now, probably because we weren't trying hard enough. I've seen a lot of stories through the years. I've read a lot of fanfic. (More days than not, for the past twenty years. I've read a lot of fanfic.)

When people my age start groaning and sighing at conversations about representation and queerbaiting, when we roll our eyes and drag all the old war stories out again in the face of AO3 is terrible and Not Good Enough, so often what we say is: you Young Folks Today have no idea how hard, how scary, how limiting it was to be queer anywhere Back In Those Days. Including online, maybe especially online, including in a media landscape that hated us so much more than any one you've ever known. And that is true. Always and everywhere, again and again, it's true, we remember, it's true.

We don't talk so much about the joy of it.

Online fan spaces were my very first queer communities, ever. I was thirteen, I was fourteen, I was fifteen--I was a lonely, over-precocious "gifted kid" two years too young for my grade level in an all-girls' Catholic school in the suburbs--I lived in a world where gay people were a rumor and an insult and a news story about murder. I was straight, of course, obviously, because real people were straight and anyway I was weird enough already--I couldn't be two things strange, couldn't be gay too, but--well, I could read the stories. I could feel things about that. I would have those stories to help me, a few years later, when I knew I couldn't call myself straight any more.

And those stories were theft. There was never any doubt about that. We wrote disclaimers at the top of every fic, with the specter of Anne Rice's lawyers around every corner. We hid in back-corners of the internet, places you could only find through a link from a link from a link on somebody else's recs page, being grateful for the tiny single-fandom archives when you found them, grateful for the webrings where they existed. It was theft, all of it, the stories about characters we did not own, the videotaped episodes on your best friend's VHS player, one single episode pulled off of Limewire over the course of three days.

It was theft, we knew, to even try and find ourselves in these stories to begin with. How many fics did I read in those days about two men who'd always been straight, except for each other, in this one case, when love was stronger than sexual orientation? We stole our characters away from the heterosexual lives they were destined to have. We stole them away from writers and producers and TV networks who work overtime to shower them in Babes of the Week, to pretend that queerness was never even an option. This wasn't given to us. This wasn't meant for us. This wasn't ours to have, ever, ever in the first place. But we took it anyway.

And oh, my friends, it was glorious.

We took it. We stole. And again and again, for years and years and years, we turned that theft into an art. We looked for every opening, every crack in every sidewalk where a little sprout of queerness might grow, and we claimed it for our own and we grew whole gardens. We grew so sly and so skilled with it, learning to spot the hints of oh, this could be slashy in every new show and movie to come our way. Do you see how they left these character dynamics here, unattended on the table? How ripe they are for the pocketing. Here, I'll help you carry them. We'll make off with these so-called straight boys, and we only have to look back if somebody sets out another scene we want for our own.

We were thieves, all of us, and that was fine and that was fair, because to exist as queer in the world was theft to begin with. Stolen time, stolen moments--grand larceny of the institution of marriage, breaking and entering to rob my mother's hopes for grandchildren. Every shoplifted glance at the wrong person in the locker room (and it didn't matter if we never peeked, never dared, they called us out on it anyway). Every character in every fic whose queerness became a crime against this ex-wife, that new love interest. Every time we dared steal ourselves away from the good straight partners we didn't want to date.

And: we built ourselves a den, we thieves, wallpapered in stolen images and filled to the brim with all the words we'd written ourselves. We built ourselves a home, and we filled it with joy. Every vid and art and fic, every ship, every squee. Over and over, every straight boy protagonist who abandoned all womankind for just this one exception with his straight boy protagonist partner found gay orgasms and true love at the end.

Over and over, we said: this isn't ours, this isn't meant to be ours, you did not give this to us--but we are taking it anyway. We will burglarize you for building blocks and build ourselves a palace. These stories and this place in the world is not for us, but we exist, and you can't stop us. It's ours now, full of color and noise, a thousand peoples' ideas mosaic'ed together in celebration. We made this, and it will never be just yours again. You won't ever truly get it back, no matter how many lawyers you send, not completely. We keep what we steal.

Things shifted over time, of course. That's good. That's to be celebrated. Nobody should have to steal to survive. It should not be a crime, should not feel like a crime, to find yourself and your space in the world.

There were always content creators who could slip a little wink in when they laid out their wares, oh what's this over here, silly me leaving this unattended where anybody could grab it, of course there might be more over by the side door if you come around the alleyway (but if anybody asks, you didn't get this from ME). We all watched Xena marry Gabrielle, in body language and between the lines. We sat around and traded theories and rumors about whether the people writing Due South knew what they were doing when they sent their buddy cops off into the frozen north alone together at the end of the show, if they'd done it on purpose, if they knew. But over the years, slowly, thankfully, the winks became less sly.

A teenage boy put his hand on another teenage boy's hand and said, you move me, and they kissed on network TV, in a prime-time show, on FOX, and the world didn't burn down. Here and there, where they wanted to, where they could without getting caught by their bosses and managers, content creators stopped subtly nudging people around the back door and started saying, "Here. This is on offer here too, on purpose. You get to have this, too."

And of course, of course that came with a whole host of problems too. Slide around to the back door but you didn't get this from me turned into it's an item on our special menu, totally legit, you've just got to ask because the boss throws a fit if we put it out front. Shopkeepers and content creators started advertising on the sly, come buy your fix here!, hiding the fine print that says you still have to take what you've purchased home and rebuild it with your semi-legal IKEA hacks. Maybe they'll consider listing that Destiel or Sterek as a full-service menu item next year. Is that Crowley/Aziraphale the real thing or is it lite?

And those problems are real and the conversations are worth having, and it's absolutely fair to be frustrated that you can't find the ship you want on sale in anything like your color and size in a vast media landscape packed full of discount hetships and fast-fashion m/f. It's fair to be angry. It's fair to be frustrated. Queerbait is a word that exists for a reason.

There's a part of me that hurts, though, every time the topic comes up. It's a confusing, bad-mannered part of me, but it's still very real. And it's not because I'm fawning for crumbs, trying to be the Good, Non-Threatening Gay. It's not that I'm scared and traumatized by the thought of what might happen if we dare raise our voices and ask for attention. (Well. Not mostly. I'll always remember being quiet and scared and fifteen, but it's been a long two decades since then. I know how to ask for a hell of a lot more now.)

It's because I remember that cozy, plush-wallpapered den of joyful thieves. I remember you keep what you steal.

Every single time--every time--when a story I love sets a couple of characters out on a low, unguarded table, perfectly placed to be pilfered on the sly and taken home and smushed together like a couple of dolls, my very first thought is always, always joy. Always, that instinct says, yay! Says, this is ours now. As soon as I go home and crawl into that pillow-fort den, my instincts say, I will surely find people already at work combing through spoils and finding new ways to combine them, new ways to make them our own. I know there's fic for that. I've already seen fic for that, and I wasn't really interested last time, but the new store display's got my brain churning, and I can't wait to see what the crew back at the hideout does with this.

Every time, that's where my brain goes. And oh, when I realize the display's put out on purpose, that somebody snuck in a legitimate special menu item, when the proprietor gives me the nod and wink and says, you don't have to come around the side, I know it's not much but here--there is so much joy and relief and hope in me from that! Oh, what we can make with these beautiful building blocks. Oh what a story we can craft from the pieces. Oh, the things we can cobble together. Look at that, this one's a little skimpy on parts but we can supplement it, this one's got a whole outline we can fill in however we want. This one technically comes semi-preassembled, and that's boring as shit and a pain to take back apart, but that's fine, we'll manage. We're artists and thieves. I bet someone's pulling out the AU saw to cut it to pieces already.

And then I get back to our den, which has moved addresses a dozen times over the years and mostly hangs out on Tumblr now (and the roof leaks and the landlord's sketchy as fuck but at least they don't charge rent, and we've made worse places our own). And I show up, ready for joy--ready for a dozen other people who saw that low-hanging fruit on that unguarded table, who got the nod and wink about the special menu item, who're ready to get so excited about this newest haul. Did you see what we picked up? The theft was so easy, practically begging to be stolen. The last owner was an idiot with no idea what to do with it. The last owner knew exactly what it could become, bless their heart, under a craftsman with more time on their hands, so they looked away on purpose at just the right time to let me take it home. I show up every time ready for our space, the place that fed me on joy and self-confidence when I was fifteen and starving. The place that taught me, yes, we are thieves, because it is RIGHT to take what we need, and the beautiful things we create are their own justification. We are thieves, and that's wonderful, because nothing is handed to us and that means we get to build our own palaces. We get to keep everything we steal.

I go home, and even knowing the world is different, my instincts and heart are waiting for that. And I walk in the door, and I look at my dash, and I glance over at twitter, and--

And people are angry, again. Angry at the slim pickings from the hidden special menu. So, so tired and angry, at once again having to steal.

And they're right to be! Sometimes (often, maybe) I think they're angry at the wrong people--more angry with the shopkeeper who offers the bite-sized sampler platter of side characters or sneaks their queer content in on the special menu than the ones who don't include it at all. But it's not wrong to be mad that Disney's once again advertising their First Gay Character only to find out it's a tiny sprinkle of a one-line extra on an otherwise straight sundae. It's not wrong to be furious at the world because you've spent your whole life needing to be a thief to survive. It's far from wrong. I'm angry about it too.

But this was my den of thieves, my chop shop, my makerspace. Growing up in fandom, I learned to pick the locks on stories and crack the safes of subtext at the very same time I learned to create. They were the same thing, the same art. We are thieves, my heart says, we are thieves, and that's what makes us better than the people we steal from. We deconstruct every time we create. We build better things out of the pieces.

And people are angry that the pre-fab materials are too hard to find, the pickings too slim, the items on sale too limited? Yes, of course they are, of course they should be--but my heart. Oh, my heart. Every single time, just a little bit, it breaks.

Of course the stories are terrible (they have always been terrible). Of course they are, but we are thieves. We steal the best parts and cobble them back together and what we make is better than it was before. The craftsman's eye that cases a story for weak points, for blank spaces, for anywhere we can fit a crowbar and pry apart this casing--that's skill and art and joy. Of course we shouldn't have to, of course we shouldn't have to, but I still love it. I still want it, crave it. I still thrill every time I see it, a story with hairline cracks that we can work open with clever hands to let the queer in.

That used to be cause for celebration, around here. I ask him to go back to the ruins of Aeor with me, two men together alone on an expedition in the frozen north, it feels like a gift. And I understand why some people take it as an insult. I understand not good enough. I understand how something can feel like a few drops of water to someone dying of thirst, like a slap in the face. If it was so easy to sneak it hidden onto the special menu, to place it on the unguarded side table for someone else to run off to, why not let it sit out front and center in the first place? I know it's frustrating. It should be. We should fight. We should always fight. I know why.

But my heart, oh, my heart. My heart only knows what it's been taught. My heart sees, this thing right here, the proprietor left it there for you with a nod and a wink because they Get It. It's not put together yet, but it's better that way anyway. It's so full of pieces to pull apart and reassemble. I bet they've got a whole mosaic wall going up at home already. We can bring it home and make it OURS, more than it was ever theirs, forget half of what it came from and grow a new garden in what remains.

And I go home to find anger, and my heart breaks instead.

#I don't actually know how to tag this #representation #maybe?#C needs help feeding the dinosaurs #because this is very much about being a fandom old #probably also #driveby meta attack #because that's where I keep my impromptu rambles #CR spoilers #technically I guess?#there's one line that references the finale #fandom history

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yelenabemylova · 2 years

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Softie~ Maria Hill x Reader

summary: agent hill may seem intimidating to everyone else, but she'll always soften up for you

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"Alright, everybody shut up!" Agent Hill shouted at the group stood in front of her consisting of the avengers and some shield agents. They were doing paired training to help the newer agents improve and Fury had made Maria in charge of the activity.

As training went on, the avengers started showing her some attitude, causing her to quickly scold them. The younger agents soon realised not to mess with Maria and to oblige by her orders.

"Agent Blake, would you please step into the ring with me?" she asked the most recent person to have the nerve to disrespect her. "Yes, Agent Hill," he rolled his eyes. "What do you do when the enemy in front of you is vulnerable?" she questioned him.

Before he could answer, she kicked the back of his knees, causing him to lose his balance, taking the opportunity to throw him over her shoulder and pin him down on the mat using her foot to keep him down.

"Now, does anyone else want to try any funny business or are you going to act like mature adults and get your shit together?" she scowled at the group. Muttered apologies filled the room as they all began to practice the move she had instructed them to 20 minutes prior.

"Blake, I want you off the program, pack your things and leave," she didn't even bother to look at him. "I'm sorry Agent H-" he began. "Leave," she snapped.

Weeks of training went by with Maria scaring the agents, which Fury knew was going to happen. He was unbelievably happy with the results when he came to visit the gym to give the avengers an assignment though.

"Wow Hill, these kids really respect you," he shook her hand. "It took some time, but it's all going to be worth it when we have people to work here after we can't," she smiled at him. "Yes, yes it will be," he left the room, bumping into you on his way out.

"Apologies, Agent l/n," he stopped to talk to you. "Oh no worries, Director Fury," you dismissed his words before walking into the room full of hard working agents. Not many people could leave a conversation with Nick Fury first, but dating the once acting director of shield had it's perks. "I brought you breakfast," you grinned as Maria took the bag you were holding out as you bounced on your heels.

"Thank you, baby," she kissed your nose softly, making you giggle. "It's no problem, anything for my favourite agent," you joked. "Oh please, everyone knows your favourite agent is Romanoff," she teased you.

You had always admired the russian, she had taken you under her wing like a sister when you first joined the team. She had taught you everything you knew, from fighting to mental strategies when out in the field. She was the one who set you up with Maria when you confessed your feelings for the brunette to her.

"Yeah, well, you're my second favourite," you kissed her cheek before pulling her into a hug. As she wrapped her arms around you, you felt safe. Her embrace was like a protective shield that could protect you from anything and everything.

Noticing the people staring at you both, you hid your face in her chest, "why are they looking at us." She chuckled, "I may have made a slightly intimidating impression of myself, and you're making me look soft." You tried to pull away, "I'm sorry." She held your face in her hands gently, "never apologise for something like that, I love you."

You smiled as she rubbed her nose against yours before feeding you a bite of her muffin that you got her earlier. "I love you too," you rested your head on her shoulder. "They're looking at you like you're a godsend," she laughed. "Maybe because I can make the scariest person in this room feed me a muffin," you grinned before leaving the room to go find some of Maria's clothes to steal.

#maria hill #maria hill x reader #marvel #avengers #how i met your mother #cobie smulders x reader #cobie smulders #fluff #ybml writes

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we-all-have-magic-inside-us · 3 years

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Hi, this is very random but I'm actually writing a dissertation on Harry Potter Fanfiction and I'm looking for the 'big' fics, i.e. fics that lots of people in the fandom read - the most popular/famous ones that might even have their own sub-fandom (All The Young Dudes for example). Do you know of any Drarry ones like this? Thanks in advance!

What a wonderful topic for a dissertation @realistic-but-optimistic - I would LOVE to read it if you ever publish/want to share. And I definitely have some recs for fics that have their own mini fandom and/or are ‘The Drarry Classics’

What We Pretend We Can't See by @gyzym [131k words]

Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought

This is THE fandom classic almost everyone has read and talks about. It features a redeemed, slightly obsessive, charming Draco. Grimmauld Place plays a huge role in the fic and Ron/Hermione are wonderful. Overall 10/10.

Running on Air by @tinyhistory [75k]

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

I genuinely do not know if any fic rec can do justice to this masterpiece. It’s so beautiful and poignant and somehow nostalgic. The language, the plot, the pining and the mystery are all breathtaking. You have to read this one yourself to believe me. This is definitely a major fandom classic.

Tea and No Sympathy [70k] by who_la_hoop

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?

If you like Groundhog Day style fics, this is the winner! It has over 32k kudos on AO3 which is INSANE! It’s super well written and keeps you hooked until the very end. And it’s not just this one, every fic by this author is a classic in its own right. Especially ‘written on the heart.’

Right Hand Red [73k] by @lqtraintracks

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.

Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.

Malfoy felt inevitable.

No rec list can be complete without an eighth year fic. The fandom is FULL of eighth year fics and they’re perfect for anyone craving a Harry Potter continuation but with Drarry. This is one of my absolute favourite ones. It features a lot of party games and it’s really nice to see Harry and Draco have a chance at a normal school year for once, something they’ve been robbed of for so many years. There’s a lot of pining and healing in this one and I felt all the feels when I read it.

Away Childish Things [151k] by @letteredlettered

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

This one. This one. THERE ARE NO WORDS BUT I WILL VALIANTLY ATTEMPT. I love it. It explores Harry’s childhood in a way very few fics have managed to and it really really tugs at the heartstrings. It’s gorgeously written and evokes so many emotions. Please read this one.

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) [44k] by @firethesound

Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.

Full disclosure- I haven’t read this and I don’t know if I ever can. It features MCD (main character death) and I really struggle with reading fics that don’t have a happy ending. Having said that, it is a fandom classic and everyone who has read it, RAVES about it. They say it’s gorgeous and beautiful and devastating. What I can confirm is that firethesound is an amazing author and I have read several other fics by them which could also be considered fandom classics. Especially ‘All Our Secrets Laid Bare’ which is the ultimate Auror partners fic and ‘A Convenient Impracticality’ which is the ultimate fake dating/friends-with-benefits fic.

Dwelling [83k] by aideomai

Curses, James and Lily Potter ride again, several Ministry balls, a teenage Summer of Love, a grim young adult dystopian winter, a few different Draco Malfoys, secrets and the problems re: not having any, alternate lives, impossible lives, real lives, allusions to Dirty Dancing, and just because it's not called the Mirror of Erised doesn't mean you shouldn't know better.

Oh my goodness, this fic ruined me. In the best possible way. If you want a glimpse into how Harry’s life could have been if his parents had been alive and if Harry and Draco had been friends from the start, this is the one. There's a huge twist which makes the fic EVEN better. I don’t want to spoil too much but this one is worth a read. Another fic by the same author, ‘Far From The Tree’ is also gorgeous. It’s a newer fic so I wouldn’t say it’s a classic yet but the plot is SO unique. It features Harry’s grown up kids coming back into the past and how that could affect Harry/Draco’s relationship. All the characters are super well written and it’s one of my personal favourites!

Other notes:

I made a Drarry rec list when I first got into the fandom. I would say almost all the fics on this list are also classics/very well liked.

Another great way to find classics are through this link. They are Drarry fics on Ao3 (30k+ words) sorted by the number of kudos they’ve received. I would say all fics on the first five pages can be considered classics.

Here are three other SUPER adored authors in the Ao3 fandom: Bixgirl, Saras_Girl and GallaPlacidia

All works by Bix and Saras_Girl are considered classics. GallaPlacidia started writing for the fandom only a couple of years back but she has such a knack for writing both these boys, it’s absolutely insane. I’m 100% confident her fics will be considered classics in a few years! Especially ‘The Bucket List’ and ‘Ship of Theseus.’

Enjoy and hope this helps!!

#drarry #drarry fics #drarry squad #draco x harry #drarry fic search #drarry fic recs #drarry fandom #classics #harry x draco #drarry fic rec masterlist

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Wanna hear a really depressing headcanon about Cas and his garrison? Of course you do.

Of the surviving members of Cas's garrison, we have: 1. Anna, who fell; 2. Uriel, who secretly worked with Lucifer, 3. Cas, who, you know, and 4. Balthazar, who jumped at the chance to toss his heavenly duties aside for sex and booze.

Contrast that with two angels that keep it together (Hester and Inias)?

That's a lot of rebellion for a group of angels, given that everyone tells us over and over they don't really rebel. So what gives? If there was that level of disobedience in the ranks of Heaven, it would have imploded long before the first episode.

So the theory is that the reason you have so many problem angels is that this garrison was where they put the misfit toys. The angels that didn't fit. Safely under the supervision of Zachariah.

And IF we adopt that assumption, it leads to the further conclusion that this garrison wasn't chosen to take Hell because they were such great fighters, they were chosen because they were expendable. They were canon fodder. It was a win-win for Heaven. Get rid of the problem angels or achieve the goal. The garrison thought it a great honor, while their superiors sent them in because they didn't care if they lived or died.

And the worst part is that Cas would have died with a smile on his face, believing he sacrificed his life to further the goals of Heaven.

And that's another thing. People talk about Cas reducing his worth to his utility. But it's not some low self-worth thing. It's not him undervaluing himself or misunderstanding what the Winchesters think of him. It's because that's what he has been told for millennia - that his purpose is to serve Heaven - and now that he has put his faith in the Winchesters, it's to serve them, even through sacrifice.

Ok, so here's the fun bit without textual support. What if the plan was to have the entire garrison die all along so Michael could stroll in, smite some demons, make a big deal and have the righteous man immediately be impressed with his power and grateful for being saved. Oh, he wasn't going to get his hands dirty, but once the way was clear, Michael could retrieve his sword with the confidence that he would be so grateful that he would immediately consent.

If that's true, then somewhere in Heaven, Zachariah was getting a real barn burner of a lecture as soon as everyone heard: DEAN WINCHESTER IS SAVED.

#supernatural #spn #destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #im sorry #enjoy this pain

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The one that got away [2]

Series: Part 1 Part 3

characters: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader additional: Shikamaru Nara, Hinata Uzumaki, Boruto Uzumaki, Himawari Uzumaki, Ino Yamanaka(mentioned), Sakura Haruno;

warnings: characters are 21+; fluff; angst; smut; vaginal sex; mutual masturbation; some choking; rough; baby mention but not breeding kink;

notes: a month has passed since the first part - the story will unfold along a period of time - by the time it ends there would be a year in which Naruto and Reader have been together; yes, I wrote a lot, AGAIN, because I most likely have a documented problem in which I cannot keep a story short - forgive me 🤯;

special note: as per always, my extra special love and dedication goes to the best tumblr soulmate there is @uchihamylove26 😍! her inputs and ideas make my days and life better 😳

💀 NSFW! Minors DNI! 💀

Mood 🎧 ALESSIA CARA - Scars to your beautiful

"She don't see her perfect She don't understand she's worth it Or that beauty goes deeper than the surface"

Naruto leaned against the door of his office, mug in one hand while the other held a folder, his eyes encapsulating the scene unraveling before him. You were sitting in his seat, arms casually resting around Himawari, one hand holding a pen while the other was pointing at various sentences in a book. His daughter sat on your lap, big and curious eyes following your explanations with such attention it was impossible to not smile. Her tiny hands were playing with the heavy material of your blouse around your arm, lips moving without sound as she memorized whatever subject you were working on today. It became quite an often occurrence, Himawari absolutely adoring your presence in her life, capable of guiding her while in his care. Much to Naruto's pleasure, seeing you in the Hokage's chair was something he deeply enjoyed as you emanated a power he had never witnessed before, as if the role fitted you better. You laughed and snapped him out of his daze, lips colliding with Himawari's cheek as she also laughed. After you left that night, the two of you were apart for an entire, excruciating month in which you stayed in the Sand Village while Naruto sorted out his life. When that came to a close, you returned and hoped.

"You're brilliant!" you cheered wrapping your arms around her and hugging the child tightly.

"Thank you." Himawari smiled widely.

"Are you hungry?" you asked starting to gather her stuff and she nodded. "Come on then."

"Dad!" Himawari cheered as her feet touched the ground, running into his arms, wrapping hers around his waist.

"Hey, baby." Naruto cooed while crouching to place a kiss on her forehead. "Did you manage?"

"Yes!" Himawari nodded with excitement. "Y/N is great!"

"She is, isn't she?" Naruto asked with a soft smile as a blush pinched your cheeks.

“Want to come with us?” you asked placing his daughter’s things in your bag.

“I have to sign some .. papers.” Naruto said giving you a knowing look.

“They’re here?” you asked with a bit too much excitement than intended.

“Yes.” he grinned knowing that the biggest step has been taken in order to be able to make you his for life.

Giving him a small nod, you took Himawari’s hand and left the office for lunch before dropping her off to Shizune while you finish your work. Naruto’s gaze trailed off after the two of you thinking how this could have been your lives from the beginning. Sitting at his desk, he opened the folder in which the divorce papers stared back at him and a smile tugged at his lips. Without even blinking, he grabbed a pen and signed them immediately before leaning into the chair, a deep breath leaving his body while a memory flashed before his eyes.

“It’s Y/N.” Hinata said quietly as they both sat at the table with tea in front of them, her fingers gripping tightly the mug. “I had a feeling.”

“Hinata, it’s not about her.” Naruto sighed knowing he could not convince her. “It’s about us.”

“How come?” she asked raising an eyebrow. “All of a sudden is about us.”

“We haven’t slept in the same bed for years.” Naruto began with a sympathetic smile while tilting his head slightly. “We barely even speak to each other, except about things that concern the house or the kids. We both know I haven’t been the husband you deserve for a while now, not coming home because of my position, not being here for dinner, not taking you into consideration enough. Not as you deserve.”

“Naruto ..” Hinata smiled with sadness. “All I hear are excuses. You might be right but be honest at least. This started when Y/N returned.”

Naruto swallowed hard because his wife, soon to be ex-wife, was right in a way. He had thoughts about divorce for about a year but she was so good with him, with the children and knowing how much Hinata has always loved him made Naruto back off on the idea. Only when he saw Y/N again he selfishly realized that she was his sweet escape, his second chance.

“I always knew that you two had feelings for each other since the war, maybe even before.” Hinata spoke as her eyes never left his. “It might sound selfish but when she left the village I was so relieved, not having someone else to compete with. Well .. it was not going to be a competition since you would’ve picked her in a heartbeat.”

“Hinata ..” Naruto whispered surprised with her words that mirrored the truth. “I married you and had children with you.“

“Because she was not here, Naruto.” Hinata replied shaking her head. “Tell me otherwise. Tell me that if she would’ve stayed .. you would’ve still married me.”

Naruto fell silent in an instant, lips parted as if he wanted to reply, sadness overcoming him looking at the woman that did absolutely nothing wrong, her peaceful expression catching him completely off guard. He could not lie, incapable of speaking only to comfort the anxiety Hinata has lived with. Tears started gathering in the woman’s eyes as she quickly realized the answer on her own based on how her husband was trapped in his own mind. Hinata knew very well how kind Naruto could be, how thoughtful and the thought of him saying all the right words to spare her of the heartache was unbearable.

"Should I hope for a way to try and make things work?" she asked trying to hold herself together in front of the man she has loved since being a child.

"I-I'm sorry .." Naruto replied taking a deep breath. "But .. no."

Silence trapped the both of them, eyes not leaving each other's as one was looking for forgiveness while the other was looking for even a slight feeling of lost love.

“How is this going to work?” Hinata asked, tears finally flowing down her cheeks.

Naruto sighed, opening his eyes, pushing back the conversation as you returned into the office. You were always like a breath of fresh air, lighting up every room in which you would walk into. Naruto’s arms grabbed your waist and pulled your body into his lap, a laugh escaping you as he smiled.

“Are you alright?” you asked cupping his face, eyes studying his.

“Yes, I am.” Naruto replied stealing a quick kiss from you. “Why are you worrying?”

“Because it cannot be easy.” you replied averting his gaze and focusing on the papers on the desk. “She was your partner in life for many years, there was love and there are children involved.”

“You are right, I’m not going to lie.” Naruto said grabbing your chin and pulling you to look into your eyes. “She did not do anything wrong to deserve this but .. I finally feel truly happy, calm and at peace after all this time.”

“Good.” you said running your fingers through his hair and placing a quick kiss on his lips. “I’m happy then.”

“Before I get home, I have to stop by and give Hinata the papers to sign as well.” he said tightening his arms around you, pulling you even closer while kissing your forehead. “She also wanted to talk to me.”

“Alright.” you replied simply, not wanting to give away the fact that you felt slightly insecure even if you were the one his arms right now, you were the one that fell asleep and woke up next to him.

“I can sense your fear.” Naruto sighed placing his lips on your temple. “Can you trust me, please?”

“I do trust you.” you replied shifting into his lap as your arms went around his neck, face resting into the crook of his neck. “I just don’t want you to regret your decision.”

“What?” Naruto asked surprised pushing you back to look at you. “I love you, Y/N. Get it through your head that I am not going anywhere and neither are you. We are together for life.”

“Hinata thought that as well.” you replied shaking your head and closing your eyes.

“Are you really doing this?” Naruto asked completely bewildered.

“Yes, I am.” you said annoyed. “Naruto, you divorced the mother of your children for me, for a woman that has been in your life again for a year. Even if you said that you did this for your well-being and happiness, let’s face it: you did this to be with me.”

“Love, please, stop.” Naruto whispered wanting to touch your face but you moved. “I am not going to change my mind for nothing in the world. You have no idea what this means for us.”

“Naruto, I love you so much that it scares me.” you said tugging at his shirt. “The idea of you going back and leaving me is crippling. I cannot compete with a wife and children.”

“There is no competition.” Naruto replied wanting nothing more than to offer your security, to make you feel safe with him. “Because the way I love you I have never loved before and never will.”

“Naruto ..” you whispered pulling back to look at him again.

His hand went up to cup your cheek, thumb slowly caressing your skin, a beautiful, loving smile adorning his lips. You knew you could trust Naruto with your life, his love for you shown countless times since returning from the Sand Village again a month ago. There was simply this fear nested into your heart, one that crippled you due to how much you could love this man. His lips captured yours in one of the softest, heart melting kisses you have ever experienced.

“Sorry to interrupt.” Shikamaru coughed slightly as you remembered leaving the door open.

“Shit.” you muttered jumping out of Naruto’s lap as if it was burning.

“You should close the door.” Shikamaru chuckled to which Naruto followed.

“I-I’ll keep in mind.” you replied blushing profusely. “I have to pick up Hima from Shizune. She is with us for the night, yes?”

“Yes.” Naruto nodded with a smile. “Boruto will come for dinner next week.”

“What?” you asked shocked. “He accepted?”

“He did.” Naruto replied proudly.

“That is amazing!” you said with such a vibrant smile it had the men swoon. “I’ll see you at home.”

Grabbing a couple of documents to deliver them to Sai on your way home, the men greeted you before returning to their important matters.

“You’re happy.” Shikamaru remarked while placing documents in front of Naruto.

“You have no idea.” Naruto sighed relieved.

“How did Boruto agreed to the dinner?” his closest friend asked surprised.

“Hinata had a conversation with him.” Naruto said leaning into his chair. “She appreciates how much Y/N cares for Hima and wants for Boruto to experience it as well since she will be in my life forever.”

“I’ll be honest.” Shikamaru said sitting into a chair in front of the desk as Naruto raised an eyebrow. “At first I really thought it was a simple fling, an occasional fuck to get it out if your system. Then time passed and I could not stop watching you two. You are really in love with each other.”

“The moment she walked into this office ..” Naruto said closing his eyes briefly. “ .. I knew it. Those feelings I thought were a simple crush on a girl that left the village turned out to be everything I have missed in my life.”

“Simple crush?” Shikamaru laughed. “Man, you had no idea what you were feeling. You were ready to give up your life in the war when Madara captured her. That was love but you did not know it yet.”

"Things happened before she left." Naruto said, jaw tightened, while eyeing the ceiling with the memory rushing before his eyes. "Those, I think, bonded us for life."

"What do you mean?" Shikamaru asked with a frown.

“I wish she wouldn’t have left.” Naruto replied with a sad smile while refusing to reply to his friend and advisor. “We could’ve been happily married and have a family.”

“Who said you can’t anymore?” Shikamaru asked tilting his head slightly to catch his friend off guard, Naruto eyeing him surprised.

❈ a week later ❈

"Breathe." Naruto said taking the plates from your hands and placing a quick kiss on your lips. "It's going to be fine."

"You do realize we are talking about Boruto, right?" you asked leaning against the kitchen counter and taking a deep breath. "He used to like me. That until he found out about us."

"Why don't you take your own advice?" Naruto asked as he set the table. "You bonded with him the first time because you never allowed him to give you crap. Boruto appreciated your boldness and that you didn't treat him like a child. Do it again."

"It's different now." you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose. "His father left his beloved mother for another woman."

"Just trust me on it." Naruto replied coming up to you and wrapping his arms around you before the doorbell rang. "He is here."

"I would rather fight Madara again." you muttered as he laughed leaving the room.

"Dad." you could hear Boruto say in his usual flat tone, steps aggressively hitting the floor in your direction.

When the boy entered the room you were holding a bottle of red wine, dead gaze set on him as he looked at you in the exact same way. Naruto took a deep breath while waiting for the staring contest to end. You took a big gulp from the bottle without breaking eye contact and Boruto shrunk slightly. He was used with you avoiding his gaze since starting the relationship with his father, shy even in his presence whereas now you looked quite frightening. What was with you and his mother scaring him so easily?

"Boruto." you said simply placing the bottle back on the counter.

"Y/N." he replied swallowing hard.

"Wash your hands." you followed walking right past him and at the dinner table.

Naruto was trying really hard to hold the laugh in, his son standing there with his mouth open and he knew. He knew that when seeing Y/N in this state he had no chance of putting her down. That did not mean Boruto will not attempt to.

"This smells .." Boruto said surprised as he sat at the table in front of you. " .. amazing."

"Don't sound so surprised." you said handing him the rice. "I lived on my own for 13 years and had to feed myself in one way or the other."

"On your own?" Boruto asked realizing that he did not know much about you.

"Working for the Kazekage doesn't grant you your personal chef." Naruto chimed in as he poured you a glass of wine. "Or fulfills your loneliness."

"And you returned thinking my dad can probably cure that?" Boruto asked as he made it sound as a joke that masked mockery.

"I wasn't the one that needed a cure for it." you fired back with a smirk. "Your father was."

Boruto chocked on the food as his eyes went wide at your reply knowing it was the truth. He was not blind to his family's situation, never was. However, Boruto never expected of you to be so direct about it. Naruto was tensed, eyes darting from one to the other as he remembered the advice he gave you earlier. You took it quite literally.

"Alright." you chuckled placing the chopsticks on the plate while holding the boy's intense stare. "Want me to treat you like an adult?"

"Yes." Boruto replied frowning with suspicion.

"Lay it on me then." you raised an eyebrow. "I'm hungry."

"You broke our family." Boruto followed building courage.

"Boruto!" Naruto hissed through his teeth.

"Stay out of it!" you both said at the same time which had Naruto raise his eyebrows in surprise before shaking his head.

"I did." you nodded at Boruto to continue. "What else?"

"You took him away from us." the boy followed slightly annoyed at how unaffected you seemed to be by him.

"Didn't being Hokage already did?" you mercilessly tore into the boy knowing exactly what his limit was.

"I-ah-I .." Boruto stuttered. "You left mom alone."

"Boruto, wasn't she alone already?" you followed feeling closer to breaking his sadness and anger. "Wipe me from your memory. Think back to your lives before I came back."

Naruto was absolutely speechless at how you were handling Boruto, not a single expression on your face, seeing the boy melting under your gaze. Memories flashing before his eyes, the reality hitting him from all directions.

"I was the catalyst." you admitted. "For that? Yes, I am truly sorry. I protested against Naruto's decision only because of you and Hima."

"Why .. why didn't you choose someone else?" Boruto asked calmly, tonality settling down, shoulders dropping as he finally caved.

"Because I chose your father since I was 16." you replied feeling your heart tightening in your chest, Naruto's gaze quickly switching to your direction as you refused to meet it out of fear of tears spilling out. "I also chose to leave and lose him. You cannot truly comprehend it now. Hope you never will."

"That was 17 years ago." Boruto said shocked. "H-how did you .."

"Listen here." you said leaning into your chair as both of them straightened their backs not knowing what you were about to say. "I am not going to hold a big speech about life and love, trying to tell you how it works. That is your duty, to find out on your own and navigate through it. Was I the person that tore your family apart? Probably. Am I the person that you have to stare at right now and it isn't your mother? Yes, I am. Am I the person that will be at peace if you decide to not be a part of my life? Be sure. I will care for you and Himawari regardless. What I am going to say with certainty is that I love your father more than words can describe and, clearly, more than you can possibly comprehend. I am not here to replace Hinata. I am not here to be your mother because I will never be, nor do I wish to be. You have only one and I will respect that until the day I close my eyes. You are Boruto Uzumaki, Hinata and Naruto's son and no one else's, especially mine."

In a deep silence, the phone rang and Naruto excused himself from the table as you and Boruto kept looking at each other, features softening by the second, your words having a deeper than expected effect on the boy.

"There is an emergency." Naruto sighed. "I have to go."

"Alright." you smiled softly as you stood up and walked up to him. "Take care of you."

"You too." Naruto replied stealing a short kiss before turning to his son. "Are you coming?"

"Can I .." Boruto scratched the back of his neck while eyeing the plate. "Can I stay?"

"Only if you eat dessert." you replied raising an eyebrow at him.

"Pleaseeee!" Boruto groaned in pleasure knowing how skilled you were with making desserts. "Bye, dad."

"See you tomorrow." Naruto replied to the both of you as he disappeared from the room.

"Y/N?" Boruto asked while you filled his glass with water. "Can you tell me more?"

"What do you mean?" you asked placing the dessert on the table.

"About you and dad?" he followed shyly. "From when you were younger and what it was like."

"Sure." you nodded offering him a warm smile to which he blushed slightly.

❈❈

"Y/N." you answered the phone as Boruto ran down the stairs followed by Himawari while laughing. "EASY ON THE STAIRS!"

"The kids are with you?" Shikamaru chuckled on the other side of the phone.

"Were. Hinata is picking them up." you replied catching in between the middle and index finger a pen Boruto tried to throw at you. "What's going on?"

"Naruto will not come home tonight." he informed you. "There is a situation."

"No problem." you said handing Boruto and Himawari two freshly made set of keys from your house. "Thank you for telling me."

"Anytime." Shikamaru said before ending the call.

"These are for you to come over whenever." you said pulling Himawari into a hug and placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you!" the two replied at the same time.

"Off you go! Your mom is waiting." you said opening the door to see Hinata waiting patiently. "Hi!"

"Hi!" Hinata replied with a small smile as the kids rushed up to her. "Thank you for taking care of them."

"Don't mention it." you said with a short nod. "See you next week."

As Boruto and Himawari waved at you, you walked back inside and closed the door taking in the silence. It was absolutely astonishing how much you became used to have them here, running down the stairs, laughing, Naruto and Boruto fighting from time to time, the dinner table filled. A knot in your stomach formed as the word family brushed gently into your mind, heartbeats intensifying at the thought. Shaking off the feeling and idea, you started cleaning around the house as, with one free day every two weeks, this was the only opportunity. Three months have passed since you and Boruto solved your issues, since everything took a turn for the better as life seemed to have a newfound balance. To top it all of, even the village was at peace with their Hokage's divorce and choice for a partner. That is how the thoughts started to flow in, life seemingly way too settled at this point. Not even a month ago, you and Naruto bought a house in which you could have enough space for an office that you both used, for two bedrooms for Himawari and Boruto, leaving you with an empty room. One day, you found yourself standing in the middle of it staring at the freshly painted walls when a sudden urge came over you. Hand slowly made its way on your belly, gripping the material of the shirt tightly, tears building into your eyes, past and present flashing before your eyes. What if .. in that single moment that changed everything you would've chosen to stay? What if .. instead of running away in a surge of pain and anger you would've chosen to let yourself be mended by the man you always loved? The familiar image of Naruto at the table reading through documents while having his breakfast, Himawari coloring away in her new sketch book, Boruto aggresively shouting at the TV for God knows what reason while you enjoyed your morning coffee, flashed before your eyes, the attention focused on an empty chair at the table. You wanted your own family. With him. What .. What if? Leaving the shower, you quickly pulled on a simple dress, hair pulled up in a high ponytail as you darted down the stairs. It was close to midnight, unable to sleep as the multitude of thoughts from the previous month and days rushed at an alarming speed throughout your mind. If a year ago someone would've told you that the Hokage of the Hidden Leaf would divorce for you, that you are the love of his life, you would've died of excessive laughter.

Walking into his office you noticed the lights were off, Naruto nowhere to be found and you could only assume it was in regards to the situation Shikamaru mentioned, one you were going to be briefed about in the morning. Noticing the house keys were on his desk, you knew he will return for them and you made yourself comfortable by sitting on the desk, looking through various documents.

"Good night, Sai!" you heard Naruto's voice booming in the hallway.

Naruto not saying a word meant that he was alone and an interesting thought crossed your mind. When he reached the office, he pushed the door open as his hand searched for the light switch.

"Leave it." you said as the moonlight unveiled a bit of your smirk.

"I thought you'll be long asleep." Naruto said surprised walking up to you.

"I couldn't." you replied grabbing him by the shirt. "I thought it would be better to surprise you."

"Surprised indeed." Naruto chuckled as his hands grabbed from under your knees to spread your legs open, placing himself in between them.

"We never used this office properly." you said taking off the Hokage cloak, placing kisses along his jaw.

"You're right." Naruto replied, hands slowly traveling along your thighs and up the arms, brushing ever so softly your goosebumps filled skin until reaching the bare shoulders. “I always imagined having you naked on my desk.”

Pulling his shirt off, a sigh left you, moonlight glistening over every single muscle on his body, broad shoulders diminishing your figure, blue eyes darkening seeing the lust pooling into yours instantly. His fingers went under the straps, pulling them slowly off your shoulders, going past the elbows as the dress rolled off your body, breasts spilling out of their confinement. Your arms fell backward, palms flat on the wooden desk and you leaned back biting on the lower lip. Naruto’s hands gripped the material of your dress, taking it off completely and leaving you bare before his hungry eyes. Heartbeats quickened feeling his fingers releasing your hair from its restraint as it fell in waves down your back and chest. Naruto took a step back, took a deep breath and did nothing but to look at you, taking in your nakedness into the moonlight with the blush of a 16 year old gracing his cheeks.

“You’re absolutely perfect.” his husky voice sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.

As if he said the magic words, you pulled up your legs on the edge of the desk, knees bent as you spread yourself even more. His breath hitched at the gesture, unknowingly palming his hardened cock driven by complete and utter desire. One of your hands started traveling slowly in between your breasts, down the stomach until it reached right in between your legs. It was as if you were getting high with how Naruto was looking at you, lips parted with uneven breaths, hooded eyes with arousal and desire flashing into them as if you were his prey. Index and middle fingers spread open your pussy, feeling such a pool of wetness it was surely already dripping down on the desk.

“Fuck.” Naruto whispered, swallowing hard all of the saliva pooled into his mouth. “I fucking love you.”

“Baby?” you asked noticing him palming furiously his cock every so often. “Can you do something for me?”

“Anything.” he replied with a slight desperation in his voice.

“Show me that beautiful cock.” you purred as your fingers swirled around in your wetness.

Naruto moved with such speed, for a second you thought his pants and underwear magically disappeared. He stood completely bare before you, cock throbbing and twitching slightly at the sight. You swallowed a moan seeing your gorgeous, strong man wrapping his hand around it, almost drooling as his eyes were focused on your wet core. The moment Naruto took a step towards you, a finger slipped into your pussy and lips parted to let out a quiet moan. He stopped, watching your every single movement, muscle tensing from the pleasure you were providing yourself with. Thumb acting quickly, he smeared all the pre-cum over the tip of his dick as you pumped the finger in and out of you.

“Stop.” you said as he took the last step, now right at the edge of the desk, close to your entrance.

“Baby?” Naruto asked with a shaky voice.

“Cum for me.” you said playfully slipping the second finger into your pussy while your thumb moved in circular motions on your clit.

Head falling backwards in pleasure as you felt your swollen spot, Naruto almost chocked on his own saliva watching you. Where was all of this was coming from? He had absolutely no idea but he adored it, adored you and your boldness, capable of surrendering himself to you, completely drunk with your pussy. Naruto could admit that when you spread your legs, he was under your control every single time even if he was not always showing it. You knew.

“You’re killing me.” Naruto growled as his breathing quickened.

Supporting yourself with one arm, muscles tensing under the pressure, the other was resting in between your legs, fingers working you tirelessly, a slight frustration building as you were not capable of pleasuring yourself to the level Naruto was capable of doing. You watched through half-lidded eyes how your man could not look away from how you were pleasuring yourself, his hand working up and down his cock with delicious strokes. The arousal that overcame you from watching him was so powerful it almost brought you over the edge. Moans filled the office, his free hand gripping your thigh to be closer to you, to feel your skin burn under his touch as Naruto fucked into his hand with the frustration of not being allowed to be inside of you. He loved nothing more than to bury himself so deep into your pussy until he had you screaming his name. You were loud, lacked inhibitions and Naruto loved you for it. The scene unfolding before him had him feel as if he was a teenage boy seeing a naked woman for the first time as his release was closing in a lot sooner than expected. He was incapable of resisting you, spread on his desk, provocative and in command.

“I-I’m cumming, baby ..” you said between labored breaths, the squelching of your wetness as you fucked yourself with your fingers shamelessly filling the entire room.

“Me too.” Naruto grunted, cock being pumped at a never seen before speed. “Cum with me, baby.”

Muscles tightening all over your body, the coil in your stomach threatening to break as your curved up fingers attacked the swollen spot. The moment it snapped, your moan boomed, legs shaking uncontrollably, arm almost caving under you while watching Naruto tighten his jaw until teeth could be heard cracking under the dangerous pressure, white, hot cum pooling into his palm.

As you were about to give in, Naruto wrapped one of his arms around you and your hands fell on his shoulders in a deep relaxation. The box of tissues on the desk suffered a swift attack, Naruto quickly wiping his hand off before grabbing your hip and cleaning you up as well. His lips found yours in a hot and passionate kiss, tongues not hesitating to meet each other.

“You’re driving me crazy.” Naruto whispered against your lips.

“I can see.” you chuckled looking down to see his cock harder than ever, as if he didn’t just came.

“I want to fuck you on this desk until it breaks.” a low growl erupted from the back of his throat, shivers running down your spine. “And for what you did, you are going to take it without as much as a whimper for as long as I want.”

“Yes, baby.” you complied brushing your lips against his teasingly.

“No begging to stop.” Naruto warned knowing you very well by now. “And if you cry because you cannot take it anymore, you’ll do it happily on my cock.”

“Yes, baby.” you stole a quick kiss. “Fuck me as you wish and as much as you want. I’m yours.”

“Good girl.” Naruto’s dangerously husky voice entrapped your senses, him using the tonality that could have you cumming just by hearing it.

His hands went under your knees, pulling you towards him and over the edge of the desk more than you had expected. At first you thought your legs will find their way on his deliciously broad shoulders. However, he had a completely different plan for you, hands pushing into the back of your knees until they gently brushed your hard nipples. Eyes widened seeing the vicious smirk gracing his lip and you knew that Naruto will go so deep in this angle you will scream the life out of you. That did not mean that you weren’t completely aroused, his height giving him the advantage in using you in all kinds of positions. Your fingers wrapped around his wrists, swallowing hard watching his cock resting on your pussy, drenching itself in your desperate wetness for more lubrication.

When Naruto pushed himself into you, your mouth opened widely, ragged moans leaving you as he gave you time to adjust. The position was so delicious, you could feel every single ridge of his cock, every bit of its skin kissing your gummy walls. He seemed bigger than ever before, harder, wider and you clenched your jaw.

“Easy, baby.” Naruto purred completely drunk on how you looked and felt, noticing the struggle in which he proudly put you in. “You can take it.”

“S-so big.” you breathed unevenly.

“I’m so proud of you, my love.” he praised going past the half of his length. “You were made for me.”

Naruto was completely mesmerized of how your pussy was sucking him in, inch by inch, labored breath coming from you in quick waves, nails digging into the skin of his wrists. When he finally bottomed out into you, a scream escaped your lips feeling his cock burning through you. Naruto started moving in and out slowly, letting you adjust and enjoy every bit of pleasure he was capable of offering, a weak smile curving your lips as he stretched you out. Wetness was pooling out of you as his pace increased into such a delicious one your head fell backwards with loud moans escaping from the both of you, Naruto mercilessly pounding into you to the hilt, not giving you any chance of sucking in breath, pussy squelching with vulgarity every time his cock fucked you shamelessly.

“Such a pretty, tight pussy.” Naruto moaned watching his dick disappearing in between your wet folds, at his words pussy clenching around him.

He leaned into you, letting your legs go to rest on his forearms as his hands grabbed onto your upper arms for a better grip. You felt being pulled on his cock at the same time as him slamming into you. Naruto was using your body to fuck himself with it, moaning even louder than you did, a deep sense of satisfaction and proudness overcoming you knowing you were the one that made him feel like this.

“F-faster!” you moaned feeling as if you were about to jump over the edge, slowly breaking away from any sense of reality. “D-deeper, baby! P-Ple-AH!-please!”

Naruto grunted, letting go of your arms to grab your shoulders, pushing your body into him even more and a furious pace took over him. One of his hands shot up and went to softly pinch your nipples causing you to squirm and moan before latching his fingers around your neck, pressing into the skin as you gasped in pleasure while chasing the air. You caught an amusing, yet vicious gaze from Naruto, drunk and accomplished with your present state, the fast and rough pace with which his cock devoured your pussy tearing into you, the desk moving slightly with each thrust, its legs thumping against the wooden floor.

“FUCK!” you moaned as each thrust met your cervix roughly and deliciously. “s so much! s-so, so go-good!”

“You’re taking it well.” Naruto smirked catching your fucked out gaze, barely able to moan anymore as he ravaged your pussy and body.

Through a muttered “fuck”, Naruto felt your release hanging by a thread, pussy clenching constantly around his cock, strangling it with such force and pleasure his knees almost gave out. Both of your moans intertwined in the air, your back arching, hands wrapping around the one Naruto was holding your neck with, nails digging into the skin mercilessly and he knew.

“Come on, baby.” Naruto said pulling out completely before slamming back into you, repeating the movement as you unraveled. “Cum on my cock.”

The tip of his cock was playing inside with your swollen spot, teasing its deep nerves that were shooting up throughout your body. You started shivering and that is when he roughly pushed into you to the hilt, toes curling and muscles tensing, a high-pitched moan erupting as the coil in your stomach broke, unraveling yourself before his eyes. Naruto slowed down his movements, letting you ride out your high as he let go of your neck and shoulder. He wrapped your legs around his waist while his arms went around your waist, feeling the need to have you closer in such fragile state. Spilling all over him and his desk, Naruto resumed the chase of his own release, dragging his cock in and out of your over sensitive pussy, not tearing his eyes off your pretty and fucked out face, his lips stealing hungry kisses from yours. Eyes completely unfocused, lips parted slightly with a bit of drool pooling out of your mouth and your breathing trying to return to normal. Sloppy thrusts brought you back to your senses, arms sneaking around his hips, hands grabbing his ass cheeks as you pushed him into you with the last bit of force you had. Naruto choked out a moan as he came into you, filling your pussy up, the warmth of his seed sending shivers down your spine. He leaned in, your foreheads colliding in a pool of sweat mixed with the scent of sex and both laughed shortly before meeting in a deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you.” Naruto whispered against your lips, both wrapped around each other on the desk.

“I love you more.” you replied with a sudden urge to cry that you held back, having no idea where it came from.

“Does a certain someone ..” Naruto smiled pulling back to see his cum trickling out of your pussy and down your thighs. “ .. want a baby?”

“Maybe.” you replied avoiding his gaze as you plucked out a couple of napkins from the box to wipe it all off.

Naruto froze in his spot, bright blue studying your beautiful face, the moonlight revealing a soft, filled with love smile he hasn’t seen before. He never thought you would want a baby even if he wanted to have a conversation about it multiple times. Naruto didn’t wanted to come off weird giving the fact that he already had two children from a previous marriage. But .. after what happened the first time, he lost you the moment you left the village, the possibility of you having his child one day being just a distant dream, one he never thought he would be able to make it a reality. Now there you were: the woman he loved as never before, the love of his life, the most mind blowing sex he has ever experienced, completely naked, in all your beauty, on his Hokage desk with eyes engulfed in a blur that seemed to send you into a deep thought and with a smile that could have men march out for war.

“Y/N ..” Naruto whispered pulling you up into his arms as he made way for his chair, sitting on it with you on his lap.

“Don’t say anything.” you smiled softly, fingers caressing his blushing cheeks. “I was simply messing with you.”

“Do you?” Naruto asked trapping your eyes into his.

“I-I ..” you stuttered noticing the hope flashing into those beautiful eyes. “I thought about it.”

“Y/N.” Naruto repeated. “Do YOU?”

“Yes.” you swallowed harder than ever.

As if thousands of fires were lit inside Naruto, he spun you around in his lap completely and pushed your body flat on the desk, bent over various documents. He lost it in a split second, that confident, serious “yes” resetting his brain completely. It was completely pointless that you two just fucked because he wanted to fuck you again and again. You gasped loudly feeling his cock poking at your entrance.

“Naruto?” you asked shivering, wetness dripping out of you yet again, the hunger you had for this man never completely satisfied.

“Let’s make a baby, love.” Naruto’s raspy voice tickled your senses, hands tightly grabbing your hips while his knee spread out your legs. “Our beautiful baby.”

❈❈

“Y/N?” Sakura’s voice pulled you back to reality. “Are you alright?”

“Hey, Sakura.” you smiled while waiting for your ramen at Ichiraku’s. “Y-yes. Why?”

“I’ve called you multiple times.” Sakura chuckled taking a seat next to you and ordering. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” you shrugged avoiding her gaze.

She frowned but didn’t pushed, always knowing you needed space before opening up fully. Something was clearly off, dark circles under your eyes, pale skin as if you were sick. A knot formed into Sakura's stomach, a weird feeling catching up to her.

“I think I fucked up.” you sighed. “I somehow gave away the fact that I want a baby.”

“Oh?!” Sakura grinned. “And?”

“Naruto seemed over the moon.” you shrugged. “But since then it’s been a month and he is acting extremely strange.”

“How so?” Sakura asked confused.

“He barely comes home.” you replied feeling tears building up. “I spent more time with his children than with him. We barely sleep together anymore, he never answers when I call and if I do? He shuts me down completely. Gaara sent me back home to work directly with him but suddenly I am working solely with Shikamaru and ..”

“And?” she asked extremely concerned as she did not expected this seeing how in love the man was with you.

“Naruto slept at Hinata’s for at least 4 times in the past month.” you added the nail to the coffin.

“Excuse me?” Sakura growled, her temple vein almost bursting from the anger. “Is this a joke?”

“No.” you replied with the tears mercilessly attacking your cheeks. “I drove him away and I knew it will happen one way or the other. Naruto is going back, Sakura.”

“Over my dead body.” Sakura scoffed handing you chopsticks. “Did he tell you that?”

“No.” you shook your head while contemplating if you should stab yourself in the eyes with one of the sticks and be done with it. “But what would be the other explanation?”

“I can’t believe it for a second.” Sakura said more enraged than expected. “Naruto acted like an idiot in love since you returned. He got divorced, had both of his kids meet you, bought a house with you, was thrilled that you want a baby and .. now what?”

“I can’t ..” you said breathing unevenly. “ .. I don’t ..”

Knocking over the ramen bowl, Sakura jumped and wrapped her arms around you protectively. Eyes widened, breath uneven and ragged, heartbeats booming, she quickly realized you were having a panic attack. Throwing money for the food, she pulled you out of Ichiraku’s only to bump right into Naruto and Shikamaru.

“Y/N?!” Naruto panicked along with Shikamaru and darted towards you.

“No!” Sakura thundered placing her palm on his chest to keep the distance. “Leave her alone, idiot!”

“W-what?!” Naruto asked shocked.

“She is having a panic attack.” Shikamaru said looking into your eyes. “Can you breathe for me?”

“I-I ..” you tried finding a rhythm into your breathing that seemed to not be there. “It’s too much.”

“Sakura, I know what it’s like.” Shikamaru said pulling you into his arms. “Leave her with me.”

“You stay here.” Sakura almost bit Naruto’s head off as Shikamaru disappeared with you in his arms.

“What happened?” Naruto asked completely broken which caught her off guard.

“Not coming home, sleeping at Hinata’s happened to her.” Sakura did not waste a single second. “Divorcing and buying a house happened to her.”

“I-I did that?” Naruto followed feeling as if he was about to throw up. “It’s not what you think.”

“Are you going back to Hinata?” Sakura asked pulling him from the middle of the road.

“What?!” Naruto jumped completely bewildered with the question. “NO!”

“Then what?” Sakura raised an eyebrow.

“I am .. Well ..” Naruto replied with a sad smile. “Let me buy you some Ichiraku's.”

Sakura frowned while debating if she should simply punch Naruto in the throat or let the man be. The problem was that 6 days later after the incident, with Ino in a mission that seemed to be endless, Sakura received a phone call in the evening from you sounding too calm to be real despite what you were telling her. The night before, you saw Naruto leaving the house with a bag, having no idea what it was inside of it but could only assume there were clothes. You spoke with such calmness and peace that Sakura could only deduct that a decision was made on your part, one you did not shared in the call. However, by now, Sakura knew exactly what Naruto was doing and how everything led up to this point. Calling on Sarada for dinner, Sakura picked up the phone and made another call.

"Time's up." Sakura said with sadness, hoping it was not too late. "I think she is leaving."

❈❈

Kneeling in the middle of the living room, your fingers ran across the zipper dragging it along the bag to close it. A photo of you and Naruto caught your eyes, one you took the first day you came back to the Hidden Leaf and started working with him. That was one of the most happiest you have ever been since leaving, not even the sheer possibility of today crossing your mind at that time. A chuckle escaped, not being able to believe how life changed in a simple year, how you managed to squeeze in it what others did in a lifetime. Gaze moved to the photo of you with Boruto and Himawari and that is when the first tears settled in, knowing you will miss the tiny bundle of joy that Hima was along with that explosive and stubborn brother of hers. On the coffee table there were 5 letters: one for your friends, one for Hinata, one for Himawari, one for Boruto and one for Naruto. They deserved an explanation, one you have not provided anyone with the last time you left. Was it cowardice? For sure. You had this toxic trait of not handling things head on, running at the first sign of heartbreak. Could anyone blame you, really? You single handedly kept loving a man that should've stayed lost to you, crossed one of the boundaries and slept with him, broke up an entire family, stole the man afterwards, created the life you dreamed of with him when he already had that with another woman, paraded through the village with him as you were never in the wrong to begin with expecting for everything to be perfect, to end up growing old with him without any repercussions? Hm. How naive!

"What are you doing?" Naruto's voice snapped you back to reality.

"Reminiscing." you replied standing up with your back turned on him.

"What's with the bag?" he asked, panic could be distinguished in his voice.

"We really had fun." you chuckled looking at all of the pictures scattered on the walls of the living room. "Good, amazing fun."

"Y/N .." Naruto sighed taking a step forward to which you turned with a smile on your face. "What's with the bag?"

"After such hard work I decided I need a vacation." you replied tilting your head slightly before bending to pick up the bag and swing it on your shoulder. "Such a year can have a person yearning for one."

"You're leaving?" Naruto asked bewildered. "Why?"

"Since you are here, I can only assume that Sakura called." you said with a shrug and a raised eyebrow. "Should I really dignify your question with an answer?"

"It is not what you think at all." he said with such sadness in his eyes you felt breaking down completely. "I am not going back and I am not leaving you."

"Naruto .." you shook your head. "I realize that I shouldn't have told you that I want a baby so quickly. It is understandable you would .. get scared."

"That's not .." Naruto frowned. "What? I told you that night to make a baby and, if I remember correctly, we did just that multiple times."

"You wouldn't be the first man to be over the moon about the prospect of a baby until reality hits." you said walking right past him and into the hallway. "I cannot even blame you because you already have two."

"Can you just drop that bag?" Naruto asked pinching the bridge of his nose. "What has gotten into you?"

"You used to have the attention span of a 2 year old 13 years ago." you said turning to face him after putting on your shoes. "I assumed that changed now being Hokage and all. If you cannot realize why is this happening .. I cannot help you."

Naruto simply stared at you with parted lips and wide eyes, seeing clearly that he wanted to say something but he could not. You laughed, shook your head and clicked your tongue.

"Yeah .." you said nodding slightly amused.

"It was a really busy period in the office." Naruto said swallowing hard.

"I know." you raised an eyebrow. "I was there and yet I somehow managed to keep the same attitude."

Tensed jaw, clenched teeth, you both stared at each other in a fight between the truth and secrets, all of it crashing slowly into the peak of the moment that would have to change your lives even more. Thirteen years rushed before your eyes up until the moment of you leaving the village. Oh, so broken and so young! Both crying like two newborns, unable to express all of the feelings that were brewing in between the two of you. Naruto could easily remember the moment you turned your back on him and he stretched his arm out to catch you without success. You could easily remember your arms twitching to hug the boy you love before leaving but without success. Two teenagers uncapable of handling the maturity of the situation.

"I slept over at Hinata's a few times because .." Naruto spoke trying to find the words of saying it. ".. we needed to have a conversation. I needed something from her and from the kids that required me to be there for a bit."

"What did you need?" you asked. "The divorce papers to be unsigned?"

"OH MY GOD!" Naruto roared out of nowhere rubbing his temples. "CAN YOU STOP FOR A SECOND?"

"Oh?" your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"I did something." he swallowed hard, letting his bright blue pool into your eyes to vouch for his truthfulness. "Not being home the entire month relates to that as I needed to handle some things besides the Hokage responsibilities. Juggling with all of that usually caught me falling asleep in the office or on the couch at home. This thing I did included Hinata, the children and some of our friends. That is why I have been all over the place, believe me!"

"And what is that thing, Naruto?" you asked feeling your head exploding at how vague the explanation was. "At least .. tell me what you did. You know very well that I am understanding and we can fix it. No matter what, we will find a way. We always do."

"I-I can't." Naruto winced realizing the situation he was in.

"Well .. that's .." you choked out some tears. ".. unexpected."

Shaking your head, you cried and laughed at the same time looking at the love of your life struggling to be truthful. Oh God, you wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms and kiss the life out of him! You wanted to tear his clothes off and have him right there and then! But you felt pain. There was something going on and you could not shake the feeling that he was afraid of telling you that it was the end of the road.

"I love you." you smiled. "God, I do it so much is terrifying."

"Y/N, listen clearly to what I said, please." Naruto pleaded. "I love you and I need you to trust me."

Tilting your head a bit, you dropped the bag on the floor and walked up to Naruto that shivered when your hands cupped his face. Pushing up slightly on your toes, your lips captured his in a soft, long kiss to which tears spilled again out of your eyes. Both of you could hear hearts beating in sync, love wrapped around the two people that loved each other more than anything in the world.

"It's alright." you whispered pulling back with a smile, tears cutting into your red cheeks mercilessly. "Don't worry for a second."

Taking a few steps back, you grabbed the bag from the floor and swung it back on your shoulder, trembling with the thought of leaving the house that has been your home with him. Proudness filled you as you managed to bring to life a dream you had in your heart and mind for 13 years. Indeed, for a short period of time but it happened nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the door, fingers wrapping around the doorknob.

"Fuck!" Naruto said. "STOP!"

"Naruto, please don't make this .." you tried saying it with a composed tonality that wouldn't betray how broken you were inside.

"Marry me." Naruto cut you off instantly.

Completely freezing in your spot, blood rushing through your veins at an alarming speed that caused slight dizziness, heartbeats booming into your ears as you could not process properly his words.

"I missed this past month from our lives because I kept leaving the village to find the perfect spot." Naruto began explaining, the shakiness of his voice signaling you that he was crying, a rare sight while at that. "Shikamaru was left in charge and that is why you were always with him. I was cutting you off on the phone because, most of the times, I was surrounded by Ino, Shizune and, since your panic attack, Sakura that helped me with organizing everything. Sleeping at Hinata's was because I asked for her blessing as the mother of my children and their blessing as well since I always wanted nothing more than for you to feel as a part of my first family. Himawari and Boruto are as important to you as you are to them. They also wanted to be a part of the preparations which usually ended up with Himawari falling asleep on me and I chose to not wake her up. Sleeping at the office or on the couch was me trying to hide all of this from you because, somehow, you are the only person in my life I can never lie to."

Naruto's words rushed through your mind at the speed of light, bumping into every single ridge of your brain, completing the missing bits and pieces of everything he told you earlier. It was the exact same but you were unable to piece it together. Breathing picking up the pace, bag dropped to the floor and you quickly turned around to face him. You were right. Naruto had tears flowing out of his baby blue eyes, pain all over his face out of fear of losing you again while holding out his palm. In the middle of it there was a small, velvety box, opened for your eyes to see a bright ring shining into the lights of your home.

"Marry me, Y/N." he said again, voice broken and body trembling.

Eyes darting from the ring to him and back again, you swallowed harder than ever before, almost choking, tears matching Naruto's as you both looked at each other with nothing else but pure, undeniable love.

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