#angst smut

[killsbil]

His Muse

Pairing : Ghost x Secretary Reader

Warnings: angst, smut, choking, ghost jacking off in his car. Ghost driving for some damn reason

18+ ONLY MDNI

( YES, HETEROCHROMIA GHOST. CRY)

Now, you were a secretary for a special operations force called Task Force 141. While being the secretary, they had strict rules, of course, it wasn't JUST for you, but they weren't anything hard to follow honestly. It's not like you were some damn horny teenager, you were just trying to get by with this job. You wanted some job that could help you real good...and somehow you landed with this one, being the secretary, you only had to organize nearly everything, write reports, and emails, keep up with data, and do whatever Captain Pierce asks of you.

None of the members spoke to you as they never really saw you, well they did, but you didn't pay attention. Your face was always focused on the computer, typing away, but hey? What's a girl gotta do to get by yeah? One task force menber caught your eye, Simon Riley, he was quiet, and when he spoke his voice was cold, a little too serious. But when he looked at you, you wouldn't look back. He was honestly scary looking, honestly, he looked like he could just snap you in half if you said something wrong. You never spoke to him, he's always busy, you're Always busy... and either way, what would you say to him? The only thing you could think about saying was something about his eyes, they were pretty, one eye was brown, the other grayish blue. You had never seen heterochromia in person before, it was beautiful. It wouldn't hurt to tell him that... Right? Y/n had thought, it was not like he would kill her for that.

Noticing the time, and one of the recent emails from Captain Pierce, she had to bring a folder of mission data to the meeting...in that room ..with all those people. That wasn't scary...at all, y/n unlocked her cabinet, reached in the middle for a file, and closed it back, locking it.

She'd walk down the hallway and then turn to her right, knocking on a door, the sign next to the door would read "conference room". Through the window she saw a black male, with short curly hair, he was leaning back in his chair, he turned to her and smiled for a split second. his eyes went back to somebody who was talking, Shortly after the talk was done, y/n was allowed into the room, she walked over to Captain Pierce, placing the folder down as she turned around, she saw an empty chair next to a task force member named soap, he was nice, but all discussions y/n had with him were short. Was that Ghost's chair? Noticing y/n's stare, soap smiled, his other hand which rested behind a chair pointed down the hall.

Usually, he didn't do this, he would ignore her if she came in during meetings because she wasn't supposed to hear a thing about the meetings, y/n snapped out of it as she left, closing the door behind her. Now, she didn't like him like a crush, nor was she a fan of him, she just wanted to tell him her lil compliment.

Y/n went down the hall and turned, seeing a man pour him some coffee, it was a ghost, and he needed a breather. Y/n leaned on the wall as she watched him. Honestly ..he was so.. it was unexplainable but ...the girls that get it, get it. "You just gonna stand there and look stupid?" He said, not even turning around "Oh! Sorry I-'' she was about to explain before he finished her sentence" Didn't mean to," he said..pouring coffee into his coffee cup.

"How did you know what I was gonna say?" She asked him, as she walked closer, leaning on the counter "Cause that's what every secretary before you said " he said, his voice was cold, it was like he was just...tired of playing this game, over and over. "Every secretary before me? What happened to them?" Y/n asked, now...she was curious! She had forgotten all about her compliment. Ghost would let out a sigh as he turned around. "they all got terminated, fired. Breaking rules.. or they were spies" he said, he had some skull balaclava on, not the full mask, ghost would place his cup down leaning on the counter.

"you're gonna end up just like them, you're gonna take a bribe and spy, or break that rule." He added on, he read her like a book, y/n though, she scrunched up her face in confusion, somehow feeling a little disrespectful "Okay mr mysterious" she said with a slight eye roll. "Ghost." He corrected her, his voice firm "Lieutenant ghost." He said. Y/n's eyes widened when she realized his rank, now she felt a little demotion coming for that eye roll. Ghost's face was blank, with no expression, just those eyes staring at her as if he was reading her like a book. " What rule did they break" Y/n was a little interested in the lore now.. she was glad she was on break, otherwise Captain Pierce would have her head.

"Someone lacks critical thinking skills.." he mumbled, who invited him to the bitch fest? "No dating rule. They come up to me just like you did ...no ill intent, ask questions...then there's that compliment, and it starts something" he said, each word he got close to her, y/n leaned back against the counter as his hands rested on the counter, trapping her, his eyes stared down at her as if he was disappointed. "I'm gonna say this once... Don't treat this like it's some game like you can just sway a coworker with this innocent act, be professional" he said, he was tired. But was he tired of those girls just .. treating him like he was an award, an object for pleasure, or just....the betrayal, tired of having hope, letting someone close, and then...boom.

Well, the answer was he was just... Tired of the unprofessionalism "Huh -" y/n noticed how close he was, her heart beat so damn fast, hell! She wasn't trying to seduce him, she just wanted to give him that compliment." I...I just wanted to say your eyes are pretty. I never saw them up close. I'm sorry if you thought I was trying to pursue you Lieutenant" she said, and ghost was wrong, well, half wrong. He shook his head "You don't know what you're getting yourself into. Run along." He said turning his back to her and going back to his coffee...

Y/n was so confused...what the hell? She was NOT trying to seduce this man," um...right." she said walking back to her desk, part of her kind of liked that. But the other part was so damn confusing. Now, for the rest of her break, she was on the phone with her best friend until...she felt her phone vibrate, from a text message.. sent an unknown number. "Girl hold on...some number just texted me..." She said, putting her on speaker, "bitch don't you have it where unsaved numbers can't contact you??" She said, "Girl yes I do, that's why I'm confused."

She looked at the text message reading You're Loud. we can hear you down here. Now she knew it wasn't Captain Pierce because she had his number saved. "Is it your boss?" She asked "No? I have his number saved, remember he gave us that ride back to my house?" Y/n said "Oh shit...right Anyway, when is he gonna let me climb that tree-" she said "Bye Audrey, you are not getting me fired because you're sexually attracted to my boss- WHO COULD BE YOUR DAD," y/n said "call me a panther. I'm ready to take it..." Audrey said. "Bye ...get off my phone.. you're distracting me, I'll see you later." Y/n hung up on her sighing

She was a hot mess, Audrey was the friend with no filter, but anyway. She would look at the message rolling her eyes a little, y/n texted the number back saying Sorry about that, but who is this and how did you get my number? only for it to be left on read for about 50 minutes. She just rolled her eyes going back to organizing meetings and events. She hummed, and of course..responding to emails, she kind of neglected them.

Shortly after that, her phone lit up as she got a text message that said Lieutenant Ghost. with that she saved the contact. She wanted to mess with him a little, to ease the weird tension between them Responding 56 minutes later? now nice of you. She would text him. Yes, she thought she ate that. This time she got a quick response It's disrespectful to be on your phones during meetings, and you're counting the minutes Ms L/n? Y/n saw that, was she just eaten up respectfully? And Ms? SHE'S NOT EVEN MARRIED? Oh.. you could just call me Y/n, and I'm not married Lieutenant.. it would be Miss.. she would respond to his text Yeah YEAH she ate him up. noted. Would be the last text message he even sent.

soon came the end of the day, when everyone left, y/n was the only one left she had to stay back and respond to some emails, once she was done she'd lock her computer and would put any paperwork she left out, back in the respective drawers, when she went to the door she had seen the rain attacking the streets, this caused a loud annoyed groan from y/n, she didn't bring a damn umbrella cause she swore it wouldn't rain today. She suddenly felt someone behind her... who was left here? Was she not alone? As soon as she turned, she saw that it was Lieutenant Ghost, holding an umbrella at her "How far is your car..." He said. Now he didn't want her getting drenched in the rain, that's the nicest he could be at least "Oh no- my friends picking me up..." She said, smiling. That smile unthawed that heart of his, just a little. " It's 11:00 pm L/n, normal people are asleep by now," he said.

"So...you're not normal?" She asked, her smile getting wider, ghost just raised an eyebrow.."let me take you home." He said opening the door for her, he didn't exactly answer that question of hers ``You can drive? Gaz said ...you can't drive, you shouldn't be allowed behind the wheel" She said, if you saw the look on y/n's face, she looked horrified. "Do you want a ride home or do you want a sneak peek at the next little mermaid." He was getting drenched waiting for her, y/n laughed at his comment, and she stepped under the umbrella and followed him to his car, which was an eight-seater, and she mumbled sorry since she felt bad for him getting drenched. Ghost just got in behind the wheel, y/n turned to him asking him a question "Hey... Lieutenant... How come you're staying back?? Wouldn't you be sleeping about this time?" She asked "I could ask you the same, but I was getting training in.. that's all," he said, but the look on his face said differently.

Now ghost? He took care of his body, he had...muscle, a lot of it.. it was even visible when he wasn't flexing. Y/n would stare at his arms and hands as he drove, then slowly, her eyes moved back to his very own beautiful eyes. "Are you sure? You have this look on your face... Like you're not here mentally.." She said, Ghost stopped at a light, turning to her "You know, some questions aren't supposed to be asked," he said. "Well- I'm here for" "No you're not." He corrected her, internally, Ghost felt like he couldn't speak to anyone, it was a waste of time. "you can't handle anything I would tell you. that's if I did." He said, shaking his head, "How come? I'm helpful- I can handle it." She said " No." He repeated. "Please - I promise I can lift a weight off your shoulders" she begged, she wanted to help him, she felt like he could use a friend honestly "No. I'm not gonna say it again." Ghost said, sounding annoyed.

"Everyone does- "Y/n tried to speak, but she got cut off " Y/N. For the last time no, don't waste your time. You'd only hurt yourself..you'd be useless in this situation" He said, his voice like a stab directly into the heart, after that, y/n got quiet..then she furrowed her eyebrows turning to him "You don't need to be rude." She said Ghost looked confused, he didn't expect her to talk back "And I'm not useless... I'm a great listener! I don't know why but, ever since I've talked to you, you've done nothing but assume the worst about me. I just want to be your friend!" She said, Ghost started driving again, going silent before he deeply sighed "Colleagues, especially us, can't be friends. You're gonna be just like-" "I'm not like them- I don't wanna use you like a boy toy! I just think you're cool for fucks sake !" Y/n was starting to get so damn tired of his mindset.

"I understand you have this...wound but you can't just make it seem like I'm some weirdo... I'm not gonna befriend you, sleep with you, then leave! I think you're cool! " She said, "Besides, friends don't do any of that!" She added nodding. "If I say yes, are you gonna stop asking to be my friend?" He said, annoyed, he did feel a little better about her now that he knew she wasn't gonna try anything. "Yes!" Said smiling. "Does this mean I get to know your name?" She said, her smile all big.. ghost would let out a large...long dramatic sigh "Simon." He said, "That's a cute name !" She said, going to his contact, and changing his name, Ghost watched her shaking his head "But don't call me that at work. At least keep some professionalism" he said "Does that mean you'll call me by my first name?" She ignored what he said

"Did you hear what I said?" He stopped the car, turning to her with a serious look" Yes...." She said, looking away. The whole ride she didn't look him in the eyes, Ghost noticed that "look at me ." He asked, instead y/n would turning to look at a tree, Ghost would park between two cars as he gripped the girl's jaw, making her look at him. "What did I say?" He asked her, y/n stared in his eyes, fuck. She got nervous, butterflies filled her stomach as she bit her lips "Umm.. call you Lieutenant something. During work ...professional stuff..yeah." she said. Suddenly the tension between them got hot..

Ghost sighed, looking at her pretty lips a little too long.. "fuck.." he said"what... Do I have something on my face?" She said furrowing her eyebrows, confused "Nah..." He said just ..staring, was he gonna kiss her? "Hey- I mean...if you wanna kiss me .. do it, yolo?" She said, honestly she thought 3 things were gonna happen, he headbutts the fuck out of her, kisses her, or or or. Well, scratch those two things.

"That'd be unprofessional.." he said, his eyes never leaving her lips. "Oh for fucks sake then fire me for this." She lifted his mask to his lips, kissing him, and she held his face. The next thing you knew she was on his lap making out with the masked man, it got hot...he gripped her waist as her kiss got serious. A moan came from y/n as Ghost's hand slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Suddenly y/n heard her name being called, she snapped out of it looking at ghosts.

"Bloody hell. You look like you just saw a ghost." He said, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion "I'm sorry Lieutenant, what were you saying..?" Y/n said blinking a couple of times "I said did you hear what I said?" He said "Oh yeah ..professionalism." she said, sighing "No, I asked you for your address?" Now Ghost was confused "What's with you? You were just staring off?" He said, looking her up and down. "Nothing...I could've just sworn... Something had happened. But it didn't? I was just imagining it." Y/n said, "But I live...." She told him his address, she only lived a couple blocks down from him.

Eventually, y/n and ghost pulled up to her pretty house, she watched the rain fall with a smile, and then she turned to Ghost "Hey.. I have a question lieutenant.." she said "Simon, we are out of work.." he said, this girl fought to be his friend and get the privilege of knowing and calling him by his name... Now she's not? "But lieutenant sounds better," she said, aggravating Simon, and she knew she was. "God, you're annoying..what is it? What's your question" he said, sighing.. he was getting used to y/n honestly.. She was cute in a sense.

"Can we take a photo ? I wanna put it in your contact.. " she said, Ghost sighed "..." He looked at her, and the look he gave told her no, but ... She wanted a yes, she pleaded, doing the little look and all "fine." Ghost, a dog trained to kill mercilessly, cracked to a secretary pleading for a photo "but don't show anyone it. Got it?" He said

"Thank you, Simon!" She giggled and hugged him, this caught Him off guard, he wasn't.. the type of person who did physical affection, but his arms wrapped around her, hugging her back as a part of him wanted to cry, she felt so nice and warm. Something so comforting, he had the urge to protect her, the urge to lock her in a cage and keep her all to himself. "Ghost..?" She said as he spaced out, his head resting on her shoulder, his grip was firm but allowed her to move

she pulled back slightly reaching for his face, and that's when his eyes snapped to her, he released her looking away.. suddenly y/ns giggle was heard "You're a hugger." She said, "I'm a soldier." He replied she shook her head "No no, deep down that hug, you cherished it..that moment was something you're gonna remember" she said, he rolled his eyes turning his head to him"What are you- some psychologist?" He squinted.

"Oh no - I went to college for ( insert major of your choice) I could never do psychology! But my friend Audrey is a psychologist so I know a couple of things." She said proudly, Ghost nodded, he knew to remember Audrey "Come on and take this picture..you got some sleep to get." He said, "Aww you care!" She said messing with him. "Y/n." He said, "Okay okay!" She laughed, his care filled with her joy and giggles... Something for a change ... Maybe she wasn't like the others, well he hoped so.

She leaned in, getting him in the frame, but he barely was in it "Oh let me readjust!" She said she moved a little, and it didn't fix. This process went on for 6 minutes. "Note to self.. don't let y/n take pictures ." He sighed "Just... Sit on my lap for the picture." He said. Y/n grew flustered, "but I could crush you-" she said trying to find a better alternative, Ghost looked offended " ' I can lift you easy, you'll find out someday..But hurry up." She said,

she sighed, climbing into his lap hovering, getting ready to take the picture, ghost glared, putting his hands onto her waist as he forced her down with ease as if she was some kind of lightweight to him." see. not that hard to sit down and listen. Atta girl, now take the picture." He said, atta girl? Sit down and listen. Y/n was flustered by his words... Whew lord she needed to act right .. She felt his arms wrap around her, and she took the picture smiling. She didn't know what Ghost did, but she took it.

Y/n had accidentally dropped her phone, she moved back against Ghost as she bent down while sitting on him "What are you doing-" he said, his heart dropping as he felt her right above something she shouldn't be on. "Well I dropped my phone, so he still!" She said she was the only one moving around, god, she didn't mean to grind but she was doing it! Ghost bit down on his lips as he resisted the urge to just.. thrust up, suddenly he felt her warmth...that didn't help. "Y/n... Please just ...look normally.." he said, his voice cracking

"Shut up I almost got it!" She said, her lower body hovering above the said area before roughly sitting down, this made Ghost tilt his head up as he roughly gripped her waist forcing her to sit up. "Have you got that damn phone yet?" He said, his chest heaving up and down. "Yeah! I got it as soon as you pulled me up, thanks again for the ride Simon, I'll pay you back I promise...are you gonna watch me go in my house?" She asked, Simon just nodded as he watched her get up, and out of the car leaving to go inside her house

GHOST POV

fuck... I know she didn't mean to do that but... Shit. Why am I so riled up over something like that? Get it together lieutenant. He thought, he looked down at his boner as he sighed...she's in her house ...and it's not like y/n could see through his windows. He sighed, unbuckling his pants, and pulling down his boxers just to see his erect cock spring out, pre cum nearly leaking out, he removed his gloves sighed, closed them strokes his shaft. You're probably wondering what he imagined, of course, it was y/n, he tilted his head back only to see y/n bouncing on his cock, a moaning and teary mess.

He bucked his hips up into his hand as he visualized how pretty her boobs would look bouncing every time she did, looking down just to see a  bulge , he was the one causing it. Her whines and moans, her pleading for him to go faster, rougher, to choke her.  And he did just that,  then...a word came out. "love you so much!" she said, instead of shocking ghost, in this scenario he took his mask off begining to mark her up with bite marks and hickeys. Y/n gripped his short blonde shaggy hair.  His thrusts became passionate as he Whined "so good..so good .. nice and warm for me" he said in a shakey  voice... Finally, he came A little too much, the little scenario ended as he opened his eyes to him being in his car parked out  by y/ns house, he cleaned himself up. Simon has a moment of clarity... He just sighed, before speaking to himself "I'm setting myself up again..." He said before fixing himself, driving off.

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ᵇᵃⁿⁿᵉʳ: @cafekitsune

Your boyfriend, who was majoring in becoming a doctor… really couldn't take a break from his studies.

Although you were younger than him, you had already graduated completely and we're moving on to the next chapter of your life.

Yes maybe you were still listening to music on your headphones as you logged into Minecraft to play with some of your SO’s friends (which was honestly one of your favorite things to do), you still couldn't help but still feel like you really did take huge step forward now that the next part was finding a job to maintain yourself and move out of your dorm, having the freedom to create your own rules.

However he was just…

“I'm bothering you?” You heard your boyfriend say still looking at his assignments.

“I don't want you to take it badly- it isn't that you're bothering me but I feel like we can never hang out or go on dates anymore.”

“I know I'm sorry babe- I'm really trying my best, I promise once this is over I'll have more time for you.”

“Take your time! But just try to make a bit more time for our relationship, like lets get a us night where we can watch a movie or a drama... I don't know but let's do something.”

A slow smile formed on his face as he turned around to look at you, nodding softly with some of the most innocent eyes.

“I'll see what I can do.”

Leaving the room, you brought yourself to the couch which sat peacefully in the living room, slowly laying down and taking your phone out of your pocket.

The more you thought about it the more you realized you really were truly lucky to have someone like Juyeon next to you. For as far as you could remember Juyeon always had that reputation as a guy who was hard to date, not even because he played hard to get, but because he just naturally wasn't interested in having a relationship.

A man who was so focused on his studies and truly rarely felt affection towards anyone, it really did make a perfect combination. Truthfully you enjoyed all those qualities of the man who you often saw in your dreams, good human being, handsome, studious, and open to trying new things. He was someone who could easily be trusted even by those who had trust issues, like yourself.

The furthest memories of your crush on him went all the way back to middle school, when you were 13 and he was 14. You were never the type who just glanced at someone and declared them your hallway crush just so you could find a brand new one 2 days later… when you had a crush it was damn serious, and anyone who knew you would say the same thing.

Juyeon was one of those guys who had pulled you into their game of catch, and you weren't complaining because at the end of the day… it was you who won, which had a guaranteed winning percentage of 0% at the time, now that you were in your 20's you often laugh at your younger self.

You couldn't remember when things began going downhill in your relationship with Juyeon, all you knew is that it was during college, both of you played a part in that and no one could deny it. Although it upsetted you, you could never bring it up due to his busy schedule, so today that he stayed in the dorm in order to complete his work, you took the opportunity to talk with him about it, which didn't go as expected but at least it was said.

But you just had a gut feeling that nothing would change… and for some reason it just really bothered you.

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You found yourself standing in front of his door, late but still early, you had to be quick because it was a school night, and you completely knew that after the first move was played there was no going back.. it was worth thinking if what you were doing was okay, but you just wanted to tell your lover that you really needed his attention and would do anything for it.

Bringing your eyes to the fixed person in front of you, you brought yourself to ask “Do you want anything?” as you held a glass of water above your appeared to be empty hand, taking a sip before placing it on his side table that was full of his folders and books.

To your surprise… well you didn't know if you could say that when you fully expected it- Juyeon was sitting on his bed, laptop on lap with notebook on his side.

“That's kind but no thank you, I am okay for right now. If you want you can come join me for some time”

You smiled and nodded as you realized your boyfriend hadn't forgotten and took into consideration what you had said earlier.

Maybe there wasn't a need to go so far..?

Juyeon focused on his laptop as you leaned on his shoulder, resting your arm on his waist and looking at the screen in front of you, you really were lucky to find such a green flag- however, the fact he prioritized his studies so much was bothering you… a lot more than you thought it would and part of you felt guilty for that… especially because he was so passionate about becoming a doctor and you limited that experience for him. You really couldn't help feel this way, but you always found a way to reason with yourself.

Before you realized, your body had acted for you and you had unconsciously closed Juyeon’s laptop and threw it to the side.

Glancing at your boyfriend who started at you with a confused stare, mouth opening as if he was about to make a comment on your behavior, you interrupted him before he could speak, “Don't you think that's enough work for today..? Babe..?”

Juyeon chuckled awkwardly before responding “Y/n- I can't rest until I finish my assignment.”

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's response, slowly turning back to look at him with a bored and somewhat offended glare.

“Seriously Juyeon, what's up with you? You have a total of 4 years to complete and earn your degree! There's many people who have managed to complete it without an issue and no need to overwork themselves so much. Why can't you be like them?”

Juyeon slowly lifted his head to look at you as he noticed your angry tone.

“Look I'm sorry, I get why you're mad- I haven't been prioritizing you and I sincerely apologize for that. I promise I'll do better.” You heard him respond, although he had a bit of annoyance scattered around his voice, he truly was sincere and truthful.

That wasn't enough for you however.

“If you're gonna tell me that then start to prove it.”

You didn't intend your voice to sound so aggressive, but you definitely did put yourself on top of him with your tone.

“I promise I will- just give me time. Tomorrow I'll invite you out for dinner and I'll take you shopping.”

“Juyeon- I don't want any of that.”

Voice low and monotone, waiting for your boyfriend's response, who was lost looking into your deep colored eyes.

“Then what do you want me to do?”

Smiling, you slowly brought yourself closer to him, kissing him slowly, making sure to deliver all of your love through that one, simple, long kiss.

“What was that for-..?” He asked, with a small smile forming on his face as he laid down pulling you on top of him. If there was a better opportunity to carry on with your plan, the best time was to do it now.

“Listen Juyeon, I don't want you to spend your money on me... What I want is you.”

You couldn't hold yourself from topping him who looked so innocent at the moment. You sat him down on the bed and started kissing him, you knew he loved when you were the first to initiate a romantic moment, which caused you to slide your hands down his chest and into his waist which was proportionate to the rest of his body. Slowly traveling your hand to his stomach and massaging his abs, bringing your hand under his shirt.

“Shit- you're really doing something to me…” he said, with an out of breath voice as he groaned ever so slightly, slowly the feeling of his hardened bulge became more obvious.

You brought yourself down, wrapping your mouth around him and his pants, you could hear his moans becoming louder and his covered dick twitching.

“Fuck- I'm close…”

And those were the words you were waiting to hear, because at the sound of them you lifted yourself from his bed and walked down to the door as he stared you down with a visibly confused look on his face

“You're just gonna leave me like that?”

Responding, you muttered “It’s called karma.” as you opened the door, waving goodbye and goodnight to your panicked boyfriend.

On the way back to your room you just really couldn't help but laugh, how funny it was to see him get a taste of his own medicine.

Guess Karma really did exist.

#fanfiction #scenarios #headcannons #kpop #fluff #kpop scenarios #scenario #the boyz #the boyz juyeon #juyeon the boyz #lee juyeon #the boyz x reader #the boyz x you #the boyz x male reader #the boyz x fem reader #juyeon x reader #juyeon x you #juyeon #angst #angst smut #kpop smut #kpop group #kpop fanfic #kpop idols

[orikiys]

✿ ✿ 〞Betrayal starters

“ It has always been you and me. But never us. “

“ I wish I listened to them, I shouldn’t have gotten closer to you.”

“ Just. . . how long?”

“Were my feelings a game to you?”

“Did I ever mean to you anything?”

“ The worst part is after all this I still love you.”

“If you’d kiss me now, you’d fool me twice.”

“Go away! Just leave me alone.”

“You know what? Fuck you.”

“No wonder you talked to her behind my back.”

“I hate you. I know I never will but I’ll try my best to.” 

“Love? Who are you kidding? You never loved me. If you did none of this would’ve happened today!”

#betrayal starters #prompts #writing prompts #writing inspiration #dialogue prompts #creative block #romance novels #starter ideas #romance writing #writerblr #angst #angst prompts #scenarios #writing #romance #angst smut

[groupiewhoreee]

heyy i was wondering if you can do a tom keifer angst to smut?? its totally okay if you can't <33

yeah! i can totally write that, 'course! thnx for ur req.

all apologies (tom keifer x fem!reader)

warnings: smut, obviously. angst stuff!!

plot: it was requested! <3

"You can't say that to someone! Especially your own girlfriend? You just don't do that, Tom!" You tried to explain, your tone harsh and hints of seriousness coated ur throat. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't think it'd hurt you like that! It was just a joke. You know half the things I say aren't— y'know what I mean sometimes." He said to you, a soft smile appearing across his lips. "Don't call me babe. So all the, 'I love you' shit was fake? Really? All the things you told me was just jokes?" You questioned, raising ur brow whilst you held ur hips. "No, babe— not what I meant." He said.

"Well th-" He cut you off, "Y/n, your one of the most prettiest girls ever, your beautiful and your beauty amazes me. Your smart, talented, and a great girlfriend. If I could spent all my life with you I would. Your awesome." He said, walking towards you and grabbing ur hands.

"You are lovely, and I'm sorry I said that to you. I didn't mean it," He explained to you. "Tom," You whispered. His hot breath tickled your neck, while he started whispering things into ur ear. He pushed you down onto the bed, while he started to kiss you. His cold lips touched urs, while his hands trailed up and down ur clothed body. He slipped his hand under ur shirt. He touched all over you. "Oh," you breathlessly moaned. He took his hands from ur body, and gripped on the hem of ur shirt, lifting it up while he tossed the shirt on the ground. He gripped ur panties and took those off too. He also tossed ur bra to the floor. He groped ur breasts, taking one nipple in is mouth, sucking it. You moaned out loud in pleasure.

He took his mouth off you, now moving to ur clit. He shoved two fingers in you, curling them, the way you like it. You sweetly moaned. Tom had a sly smirk across his face, hearing you moan was music to his ears. He now took his fingers out, and he took his shirt, and his pants off eagerly. His boxers dropped the second. He moved you around, and you two finally settled on a good position. He shoved himself into you instantly, pounding repeatedly at you.

"Fuck," he muttered, quiet, low moans escaped Tom's mouth. You also moaned, but louder. Tom moved his hand to your mouth, covering it, while he used his other hand to hold your waist, but then he moved it to your ass, squeezing your asscheek.

After a while, the both of you came. You both got cleaned up, and Tom held you. "I love you, baby." He said, his head in the crook of your neck. "I love you too, Tom." You smiled.

#request #smutty #anon <3 #smut #cinderella band #tom keifer #angst smut

[risingoftime]

this is why i love reading enemies to lovers

#joel miller x reader #joel miller x black reader #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x black reader #black panther #tlou fandom #the last of us #wakanda forever #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #angst tlou #angst to smut #angst smut

[miyahchan]

Yuji Itadori x Reader: Protector (Jujutsu Kaisen) (Part 1?)

Author’s Note: This is possibly the first part of a “stalker” series I’ve been wanting to do for a while. It’s inspired by the Netflix show “You” and I felt like Itadori fit the character that I had in mind soooooo enjoy!

Synopsis: You’re celebrating your six month anniversary with your boyfriend Yuji when you realize that he might not be the man that you thought you knew.

Warnings: Dubcon, Toxic Relationship, Manipulation, Obsession, Oral Sex, Missionary, Needy Sex, Choking

Word Count: 3k +

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         The rain drenched your hair as you ran down the block from the bus stop to your apartment complex. Your wet nurse uniform clung to your body and you cursed. Today couldn't have been any worse. Your internship at the hospital lasted from the early hours of the morning to 8 in the evening and you'd missed the first bus to take you to your side of town, making your long awaited journey back home take an hour longer than usual. The rain was just the icing on the cake.

        You shivered as the cold air in your apartment building hit your skin and you prayed that you wouldn't catch a cold as you rode the elevator up to your floor and headed toward your door - apartment 409. As you turned the key, you were ready to collapse on the floor but, when you opened the door, you were met with a scene that made you rethink that.

        The warm glow of candles broke through the darkness and crimson rose petals created a path that led to the back of your apartment. The tiredness that filled your body evaporated in that moment and your legs seemed to have a mind of their own as you followed the path of petals. Your tiny apartment smelled of nothing but pure vanilla, and the smell got stronger as you headed into your bedroom. On your nightstand, your favorite vanilla candle was lit and on your bed was a pile of nothing but gifts. Bags of Victoria's Secret lingerie, a bag of scents you'd been eyeing at Bath and Body Works, and several purses that you couldn't even guess the price of.  You stood there staring at the sight, like a kid in a candy store.

        "You like it?"

        You recognized the voice from anywhere, and when you turned around, your boyfriend stood in the doorway, fiddling with his pink hair. He had a nervous smile on his face, and you wanted to kiss it away, but you only let a smile break out on your own. "Like is an understatement, Yuji." With the assurance, his nervous smile turned into a proud one and he pulled you into one of his infamous bear hugs. He was warm, and he smelled of a strong cologne you'd never smelled on him before. He must've bought it just for tonight.

        You snuggled into him. "What's the occasion?" You asked innocently, but the moment those words slipped out of your mouth, you felt his grip loosen up on you and he pulled away. His face fell and his smile was replaced with a frown. His brown eyes widened, like a hurt puppy, and you felt your heart drop into your stomach.

         "You don't remember?" Disappointment laced his voice and you felt even worse. When you stayed quiet, he answered the question for you. "It's our anniversary, remember? Six months." The guilt hit you like a ton of bricks but, before you could mutter out an apology, you were back in Yuji's embrace and he was holding you tighter than before. "It's okay baby. I know it slipped your mind since you've been so busy." He was right. The internship and college was taking a toll on you, but that was still no excuse.

         Yuji kissed you on your forehead and he was back to his usual, happy demeanor. That was one thing you loved about Yuji - he could never stay mad at you. Even on those days where you missed the bus and he had to drive to come take you home, or the time when you forgot your apartment key and he had to come over to help kick your door open. He was your knight in shining armor, always ready to come and help.

         "Let's get these clothes off of you." Yuji grabbed your hand and led you to the bathroom, where his romantic gestures continued. Soft music was playing and candles were lit all around the bathtub, where a steamy, bubbly bath waited for you. He helped you strip out of your wet clothes and you sunk into the hot water, the worries of your day melting away, before he went to go cook dinner.

         You never could've dreamed that you'd ever meet someone like Yuji. Before you'd ran away from home, your parents always told you that you'd never meet anyone who would treat you even half as good as them, but here you were, in a relationship with the most loving boy in the world. You wished you could shove Yuji in their face, just to prove that they were wrong, but the idea of tracking them down just to do that made that plan null and void. Besides, the life you were living now was enough proof. You got into your dream school and you had an internship at the busiest hospital in the city; what more could you ask for?

         After soaking in the tub for what felt like forever, you got out and dried off, heading to your bedroom. Maybe it was you being drowsy after your bath or maybe it was you being lovestruck, but the idea of calling out for your internship tomorrow slowly became a good one. You could spend that day making it up to Yuji for forgetting your anniversary, and saying that you got sick from being caught in the rain sounded like a perfect excuse given the circumstances. Soon enough, you were looking for your phone. Where had you last put it? You searched the entire bedroom until you finally found it among your pile of gifts on your bed. The phone still had water on it, and you prayed that it didn't break from getting wet in the rain. You tried to turn it on. It didn't turn on. Then, you tried again, and again, until you finally succeeded. But, when your phone turned on, you heard a ding.

         It wasn't your phone, however. You looked for the source of the noise - in the nightstand drawers, in the bathroom, and even behind the window curtains - until you looked in one last place: under your bed. Another cell phone was under your bed and you recognized it as Yuji's. Maybe he'd dropped it while planning your surprise? The cell phone screen blinked and blinked and it kept making the same noise. You read the notification on his screen:

         (Y/N) has arrived home.

         You read it again and, sure enough, the words were still the same. Why would he need to know when you're home? And how did he know? You clicked the notification and it took you to an app you'd never seen before. You scrolled through it and saw more of the same notifications.

         (Y/N) has arrived home.

         (Y/N) has arrived at work.

         (Y/N) is leaving work.

         (Y/N) is _____ miles away.

         He was tracking you.

         You looked at your phone and flipped it over, taking the back of it off. On the battery of your phone, was a tiny blinking device, so tiny that you could miss it if you weren't searching for it. And you knew that device wasn't there when you bought the phone.

         Your blood ran cold and you froze in place.

         "Babe? Dinner's ready!" Yuji's voice echoed through the apartment, but you couldn't bring yourself to reply, even when you heard his footsteps drawing closer and closer to the bedroom until he was finally in the doorway. "Babe, I-" He stopped.

         You finally forced yourself to turn around and face him, and when he saw both phones in your hands, his face dropped. His skin turned pale and he looked as if he was going to puke, like he was the one that found out he was getting tracked, not you. "Yuji," You held his phone up, showing him the open app. "What the hell is this?"

         Yuji stood there, unsure of what to say. You found your voice yet again. "I said what the hell is this?!" You shoved the phone in his face. "You've been tracking me?"

         "I-" Yuji took a deep breath before speaking. "It's for your own good."

         "What the fuck does that even mean?! You've been tracking me! Do you understand how creepy that is?!" You screamed.

         Yuji took a step toward you and he tried to grab your arm but you snatched it away. "Listen, do you remember how we met?"

         "Fuck how we met!" You backed away from him even more.

         "I literally saved your life!" Yuji yelled, making you jump out of your skin. He'd never raised his voice at you, ever. "You almost got hit by a bus! And who was there to push you out of the way? Me!"

         Looking back at that situation, and with this newfound discovery, you questioned how he just so happened to be at the right place, at the right time. He always was. Anytime you called him and needed his help, he was always conveniently close by and always ready to help.

         "How long have you been watching me?" You dared to ask.

         "Babe, I-"

         "How long?!"

         Yuji let out a long sigh. "Listen, before we met, I'd seen you around before. And it just so happened that-"

         "Bullshit! There's no way that whole thing was a coincidence!" Your heart raced in your chest and with shaky fingers, you tried to dial a number. "I'm calling the police."

         Before you could brace yourself, Yuji snatched you up and pushed you against the wall. You dropped your phone as you flailed around, trying to get him off of you. He held you tighter, his strong, tall frame leaving you with no chance at escaping his grip. "Get off of me!" You screamed.

         "Calm the fuck down!"

         "No!" He shoved his hand over your mouth, trying to muffle your screams.

         He slammed you into the wall harder, knocking the breath out of you. "Before you met me, your life was shit! Your parents hated you, you were all alone, and your life was just one screw up after another! But now that I'm here, I can protect you! Yes, I was tracking your phone and yes, that was fucked up! But you need me! Just let me love you (Y/N)!"

         How dare he bring up your parents? That only enraged you more. You bit his hand, making him pull it away. "You're not a protector! You're a creep!" You tried to kick at him and scratch him, but it was no use.

         "You don't mean that." Yuji stared into your eyes, and he was giving you that same "hurt puppy" look from earlier.  "When was the last time anyone ever showed you they loved you?" His grip on you tightened and you yelped.

         "You're hurting me Yuji." As soon as those words left your mouth, he let you go and you fell to the floor, gasping for air. Before you could react, he fell to the ground too and grabbed you, cradling you.

         A look of shock was spread on his face, like those words were a bullet that just ripped through his body. "I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I just-" He held you in a tight embrace and, as much as you knew you needed to pull away, you didn't. Had the fight you had in you left your body? No, that wasn't it. His words replayed in your head:

         "When was the last time anyone ever showed you they loved you?"

         "Your parents hated you, you were all alone, and your life was just one screw up after another!"

         "Just let me love you (Y/N)!"

         Tears welled up in your eyes and before you knew it, you were hugging him back. You were hugging him back.

         Yuji pulled back and stared into your wet eyes before he kissed your tears away. "Don't cry. I love you so much." He kept kissing your face before he smashed his lips against yours. The kiss was unlike any time before. This time, it was passionate, almost feral, like he needed your lips to keep breathing. He pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours. "I forgive you. You don’t know I'm trying to protect you." He kissed you again and, this time, he lifted you up. You'd only been wearing a towel around you the whole time, but now, the towel fell from around your body, revealing your entire being to Yuji.

         He picked you up effortlessly, placing you on your bed. You didn't know how to feel, but you knew that this felt good. Yuji felt good. "Just let me love you, okay?" He whispered to you. You nodded. He kissed you again and then his lips travelled to your neck, where he sucked on your skin until bruises began to form. He sucked on your sensitive spot, and you gasped. The two of you had never been this intimate before, but he worked you like he'd explored you many times. His lips travelled down to your breasts, and he blew on your sensitive nipples. He licked one, and played with the other. He took turns with each one, flicking them with his tongue and sucking on them oh so slowly. Your body heated up and you closed your thighs for some friction, but his hand slid between that gap and found its home between your legs.

         He watched your reaction as he slid a finger between your wet folds and he settled on your clit instantly. You let out a soft moan but he made that moan louder when he sucked on your nipples harder. He rubbed small circles on your sensitive bud and pleasure rushed through your body. "Yuji-" You let out, only for him to shush you.

         "I know, baby, I know."

         He worked you meticulously, his circles on your clit getting faster. He finished with your breasts, travelling lower and lower until he was face to face with your pussy. The finger on your clit was replaced by his tongue and he lapped you up agonizingly slow. You put a hand in his pink hair and tugged on it like it was the only thing keeping you grounded on Earth. And maybe it was. He sucked on your clit and slipped two fingers in your pussy, thrusting them in and out and rubbing against your sweet spot every time. You looked into his eyes and in the place of that loving expression you grew to love over those six months was a look of hunger and need. Just that look made the knot in your stomach tighten and before you knew it, you were gushing all over his mouth and fingers. You moaned his name as your orgasm rushed through you, and Yuji licked up your juices like he'd never drank before in his life. Your body was numb and your mind was hazy when Yuji climbed on top of you.

         Yuji pulled his shirt off and ditched his pants, pulling his boxers off with them. He was on top of you in his full glory, and the only thing you could focus on was his long, thick dick that was waiting to be inside of you. For a second, you wondered if it would even fit, but that thought was pushed to the back of your mind when you felt Yuji's hands on the back of your knees as he pushed your legs back. He stared at your pussy with nothing but want in his eyes, but you could tell that he was holding himself back. "Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?" You nodded. Even after what you found out that night, you still saw glimpses of normal Yuji, the Yuji you knew before all of this.

         He slid his dick in slowly, stretching you out so good. You felt so full; he was hitting places inside of you that had never been reached before. The feeling was the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, and you gasped when he finally bottomed out in you. His mouth was agape and you knew he wanted to fuck you into the mattress right then and there, but Yuji had always been a patient guy. He pulled out before sliding back in, and you let out a cry of his name. That spurred him on and he thrusted into you again and again and again. The sound of your squelching pussy and your heavy breathing filled the room.

         Yuji wrapped a hand around your throat and pushed your head back onto your pillow. "I love you baby." He thrusted deeper into you. "Look at me." You did as he said. "Say you love me."

         "I-" He thrusted faster, hitting your g spot and making you see stars.

         "Say it." He demanded. He tightened his grip on your throat. You felt that familiar feeling in your stomach coming back with each thrust into your core. "I wanna hear it."

         The two of you locked eyes and a small smile spread on his face.

         "I love you." You breathed out.

         "Say it again." Yuji fucked you faster, making you gasp for air. The knot in your stomach tightened yet again.

         "I love you, Yuji." You creamed on his dick as your second orgasm finally hit. You repeated "I love you" again and again as you stared up at him. Satisfaction. That's the only way you could describe his face as he filled you up with his warm cum. Without hesitation, he smashed his lips against yours, and you matched his hunger.

         That night, Yuji fell asleep at your apartment. You stayed awake, however, staring at him and thinking about the events of that night. As much as your brain told you to run out of that door and escape, your heart made you stay. You still had love for Yuji, of course, because he truly did love you. He loved you. And perhaps he was your protector. It took six months to love him, and it might take many more to relearn the man that you thought you knew.

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[yunohentai]

I've never seen this soft a look in his eyes, his gaze and every move, even the way he thrusted his hips into me was so gentle. Heartbreakingly gentle. All I felt was love and pleasure but Tears were welling in my eyes because I knew It was the last time We're gonna be near. My breasts bounced and low moans and groans left the two of us. It felt like you were hugging me and telling it'll be fine.

But Without you? Never. I gave up and decided to enjoy the moment itself, feeling your rhythmic thrusts and the pleasure go into my bones. "I love you" He said and I moaned softly. "More. Always."

I was now close to my high as tears started falling as I stared at his gorgeous face. "If you get pregnant- And keep the baby, That'll be my reason to return." He said before cumming inside me as I just stared at him with wide eyes, while whimpering. We both came down our highs and we lay snuggled against each other as I sobbed.

"Don't leave." "Only If I had a choice." He said and kissed my forehead, as I cried myself to sleep in his arms, and woke up to the cold bed.

He's gone. I love you, Jaehyun.

#nct angst #angst smut #angst fic #jaehyun angst #nct 127 angst #nct fluff #nct 127 fluff #drabble #jaehyun smut

[michaelluiscostello]

Dean Winchester x Male Reader

The amber liquid shimmered under the dim bar lights, catching the melancholy glint in the males forest green eyes. Each swirl of the ice cubes seemed to echo the turmoil within him. He swirled, he sipped, the burn of the whiskey barely registering against the fire already raging in his gut.

He was an island at the mahogany counter, separated from the boisterous sea of patrons by an invisible gulf of solitude. Laughter washed over him like waves, but he remained unmoved, a lone rock weathered by unseen storms. His phone, lay face down, a testament to the silence he craved, the connections he couldn't bear.

The air hung heavy with the scent of spilled alcohol and stale cigarettes. The bartender, a seasoned observer of humanity's silent tragedies, slid another glass Dean's way without a word, a shared acknowledgement of the unspoken burdens carried by those who sought solace at the bottom of a glass.

Dean traced the rim of his glass, mind a labyrinth of swirling thoughts. Was it the weight of a failed hubt, the sting of betrayal, or the hollowness of unimaginable loss that gnawed at him? Each possibility tasted like ash on his tongue.

A bluesy melody drifted from the corner jukebox, a lament that mirrored the ache in his soul. He closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him, a baptism of shared sorrow. In the depths of that shared pain, perhaps, resided a flicker of understanding, a whisper of solace.

Suddenly, a warm hand touched his shoulder. He flinched, startled from his introspection. A man stood beside him, his smile as genuine as the concern in his eyes. "Rough night?" He asked softly.

The brunette hesitated, then met the others gaze. In that shared look, a bridge was built, a connection and understanding between the two men. A understanding of wanted and need that'd never be spoken or acted upon.

A huff escaped past the others lips as he sat on the barstool beside Dean, his hand gesturing towards the bartender for another round of alcohol.

The two men sat in silence, neither saying a word to one another that was until the brunette finally spoke up. "Why are you here?." He grumbled under his breath, earning a husky chuckle from the other.

Their eyes locked once more, Dean's forest green ones staring intently at the other. The male brought the rim of the bottle to his reddened lips, his eyes never leaving the Winchester's. "Couldn't stand by and let my favorite Winchester wallow in self-pity all alone." He whispered, a faint hint of teasing in his words.

Dean sighed, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. His eyes darted down to his half empty glass then back up again, a sigh escaping past his slightly chapped lips. He rubbed his face, contemplating his next actions carefully despite knowing deep down what his mind and body wanted.

The brunettes eyes were glossy as they began to dart around the bar. His mind was running wild, unaware of the man before him inching ever so closer until his hot breath fanned against Dean's cheek. "Let me take you home." The male whispered, his once teasing tone now full of concern.

As the two stepped out of the crowed bar and towards the old impala, it was like Dean's body was being weighed down by the thoughts in his mind. He stopped, hands shoved in his jacket pockets eyes plastered on the old asphalt road beneath his worn boots.

A pair of soft hands cupped the hunters cheeks, as the unmistakable sound of flapping wings flooded his senses. There were no words, none needed to even be said for the angel to understand the eldest Winchester was in pain, the same pain he noted back in the bar.

Dean's body collapsed into the angel, a silent sob shaking his body as warm wings wrapped around his being. "Talk to me Dean, I can't help if I don't understand." The angels voice was claiming, a vast contrast to that of Castiel's monotone voice.

It hurt the angel seeing Dean this way, seeing and feeling his body shake with each silent sob that escaped him. He'd never known the eldest Winchester to be emotional, not like this, not so broken ans vulnerable.

"I feel so alone," Dean finally whispered. "I would die for everyone, but would anyone do the same for me?" His words felt like a stab in the chest, they felt like a desperate cry for help even when he'd never ask that of anyone. "I find myself wondering if these fantasies in my head are better off that way." He mumbled softly.

Dean pushed himself away from the angel, the keys to the impala dangling in his hands as the two stood in silence. After a moment the brunette scoffed, pushing past the other male only to be pulled back into his chest. "Close your eyes Dean."

He knew there was so use struggling, no use arguing with the angel. He'd never had any luck whenever he tried in the past and he knew this was no different, so he did as he was told and his eyes fluttered shut, stuck together by the tears staining his face.

The sudden chirping of crickets and cool breeze against his face, caused Dean to open his eyes and the warm feeling of the angel left his body.

A grassy hill overlooked the town, making it look so small incomparison to everything else. The angel stood looking out towards the horizon, his wings hidden from sight and hands tucked under his arms.

"I would die for you, I would lie for you," he suddenly spoke up, his once calm voice shaky. He turned to face the brunette, tears threatening to spill down his reddened cheeks. "Just tell me what you want Dean, anything and I'll do it." The angel almost pleaded, desperate to help.

A lump formed in Dean's throat, tightening everytime he dare try to speak until barely a whisper escaped. "You, I want you." He muttered, voice breaking as he spoke.

Within a second the heat returned, the angels wings enveloped Dean's entire body, shielding him from the world around him. His soft hands cradled the others stubble covered cheeks, their lips mere inches apart from one another.

The angles hot breath sent shivers down the brunettes spine, his eyes closed with anticipation, a feeling that didn't last long as their lips connected in a slow passionate kiss.

Dean mentally battled his own wants and needs that pushed their way into the front of his mind. The thoughts of everything he wanted that angel to do to him, flooding in and only worsening those fantasies he spoke of.

The sudden lose of the others lips against his own made the brunette shudder. His eyes fluttered open, the sight before him one he could only dream of.

The angels bare chest, a sight he never thought he'd see. His slim figure covered in freckles in various places, ones even trailing below the hem on his worn jeans and up his neck. His mesmerizing eyes stared longingly at the brunette, his figure slightly towering over him under the light of the full moon.

It was as if the thoughts plaguing Dean's mind had simply vanished, being replaced by the confirmation he wasn't alone in what he wanted, wasn't alone in the desire he craved from the other. His body trembled under the warm touch of the angels finger tips as they pulled up the hem of his shirt, until his own chest was exposed. The contrast between their bodies set Dean's mind on edge in a oddly pleasant way.

The thought of his toned and muscular body laying underneath the slim figure of the angel caused his heart to beat rapidly in his chest.

"What exactly do you want of me Dean?" It was as if the prior conversation was a distant thought now that the two had what they wanted, and that was each other alone and vulnerable without any possible judgment.

The brunette stepped forward, his eyes staring directly into the others. "I need you," he breathed. "I need you to love me." That was all the other needed to hear, before capturing Dean's lips in another kiss as his hands gripped at his clothed hips in almost a type of desperation and yearning for the Winchester.

Dean hummed as slow methodical kisses were placed over his exposed skin, his back arching against the cold bark of the pine tree. His hands lazily tangled in the angels hair, occasionally tugging at it when the others lips brushed against his collarbones.

A shudder ran down his spine, his mouth parting as the others tongue trailed up his stomach, stopping just below his jaw. The feeling of the angels lips against his exposed body was everything he wanted, a dream that came a reality that he never wanted to end.

The angel peered up at the other through his long lashes, his hands ghosting over the middle of Dean's back. His lips curled into a mischievous grin, before attaching to the soft delicate skin on the hunters collarbone.

A gasp passed Dean's lips, his head rolling back against his shoulders at the sudden and pleasurable feeling of the other marking his body in bruises and bite marks. The tips of his fingers slid down the angels back, his nails scrapping against his skin leaving marks in their wake.

"Enough teasing angel eyes," Dean grunted, his voice laced with want.

A low growl came from the angel, his hands sliding down the brunettes chest until they landed on the hem of his pants. The two shared a look, neither saying anything just staring into one another's eyes like a silent way of agreeing to what was about to come.

Dean huffed, a shiver running up his body as the night air hit his aching cock. Beads of pre-cum pooled at the tip, slowly running down the underside of his cock.

The angels hands rubbed circles into the hunters thighs, a mischievous smirk playing his lips as his eyes trailed the males body. "Such a handsome man," he purred.

A surprised moan escaped Dean's mouth, his head shooting back against the cold bark of the pine tree at the sudden warmth around his cock. His chest heaved up and down, his hands gripping the angles hair, instinctively pushing the others head down against his now twitching cock.

Moaning, the male rested his hands against the Winchester's thighs, his eyes closed as he began to bob his head up and down, using his tongue to lick the salty pre-cum that continued to leak.

The brunette couldn't stop the low stream of grunts that fell from his lips at the tightness of the angels throat around him. His hips bucked forward, shoving his full length into the others throat. Dean huffed, moaning the others name as they continued to bob their head at a steady pace, occasionally speading up each time the brunette bucked his hips forward.

Dean's hands fell from the angels hair as the male pulled away with a satisfying 'pop' as he pulled away. A string of saliva mixed with the salty pre-cum hung from the males bottom lip, his eyes stared longingly at the Winchester as his lips curled into a smirk.

His hands reached down towards the button of his own jeans, slowly pulling them off to tease the brunette who let out a hum of approval at the sight before him. The angel tossed his pants aside, his erect cock outlined in his tight boxers.

Dean's eyes closed and with a quiet whistle of the wind mixed with the soft sound of wings, the brunette felt the familiar leather of baby's seats against his bare back. "Cheeky fucker," he hummed, a deep chuckle following close behind.

"Isn't this what you wanted Dean?" The angel purred. His body was positioned between the brunettes thighs, his hands running up and down the sensitive skin of Dean's thighs as he waited patiently for an answer. He slowly lowered his head, his lips ghosting over Dean's before capturing them in a soft kiss.

Their lips moved in sync with one another's, the only sound coming from their soft breathing and incoherent whimpers. Both men pulled away, their chests heaving up and down as they caught their breath.

"Just be gentle." Dean breathed in a hushed tone.

The angel hummed as he pecked the hunters lips. His hands rested against the brunettes inner thighs, slowly moving them apart. His lips curled unto a smile as he positioned his body on top of the hunter. He removed his boxers, tossing them onto the floor of the impala. He let out a groan as the cold air hit his twitching cock.

Pre-cum leaked from the tip, slowly running down the underside of his cock and pooling at the base. He grabbed his aching cock, using his hand to spread the pre-cum over the entire length before slowly pushing into Dean.

Dean's head shot back, his face contorting into a grimace of pain as his whole body tensed. His breath hitched, getting stuck in his throat as he tried to focus on something other than the stinging pain he was feeling.

"Look at me Dean," the angel purred. His hands massaged the hunters hips in a attempt to sooth the pain as he continued to slowly push in.

The brunette wrapped his arms around the males shoulders, pulling him down and into a kiss. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes, slowly running down his reddened cheeks. "Shit," he whispered against the others lips. His body trembled under the angel as his cock fully slipped inside him, causing a warm feeling in his gut.

Dean put a hand on the others chest as he began to slowly thrust into him. Moans began to spill from the Winchester's mouth, his body trembling with each thrust of the others cock into his body.

The impala was filled with the sound of both men's moans, along with the sound of skin hitting against skin. The air was heavy and the windows began to fog. Both men's body's glistened with sweat and strings of pre-cum that stuck to their bodies.

The angel huffed, feeling the warmth and tightness of Dean around him. Hearing Dean's voice sent him over the edge, his thrusts becoming harsher and faster, each one hitting the brunettes prostate repeatedly.

"F-fuck," Dean whined. "I'm....I'm gonna cum," he breathed. His body trembled and cock twitched as he felt closer to his climax with each thrust.

The angels thrust became sloppy as the knot in his stomach began to loosen. "Me too Dean," he grunted.

Both men leaned into a sloppy kiss, Dean's back arching as the other hit his prostate, both men cumming and moaning each others names against their lips.

Dean's body went limp as the male above him continued to thrust into him until both men road out their highs. As the angel pulled out, Dean couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he felt the male collapse against his chest with a huff.

"I love you, Dean Winchester." He whispered in that same soft tone as before. Hearing that filled the brunettes stomach with butterflies and feeling he hadn't felt in a long time, comfort.

"I love you too."

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It Feels Like This - Chapter 5

"I can't believe you suggested that," Harry began as they made their way to the library after they finished eating. Hermione had finally relaxed her shoulders after Ron had been eager to start this plan immediately, after Harry filled him in on what he'd found out from Dumbledore, and left the table to brag about Hermione to Lavender, which made her blush. ("You know, it's funny, Hermione. When we first met, I'd never in a million years want to brag about you, but now, there's plenty you can do that she couldn't dream of.")

Hermione groaned. "I can't either. It feels so stupid. But I thought that maybe in pretending, he'd realize how he actually feels about me? It sounded like a good idea at the time, but now that I'm trying to figure it out, I'm not sure it is."

"Well, really the only thing that's affected is our plan. Should I keep pretending with you or do we not want to do that anymore?"

"I don't know." She took a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. "Let's just worry about horcruxes, okay? That seems much easier right now."

Except it wasn't. In the two hours before class started, neither Harry nor Hermione had anything except a stack of books higher than their heads.

"I can't believe there's nothing! There's never nothing but this… it's like horcruxes don't even exist." She flipped through the same book for the fifth time absentmindedly, as if something would appear that wasn't there before. "I've never come up this empty-handed." Hermione ran a hand over her face as her head fell onto Harry's shoulder next to her.

"Not even in the restricted section?"

"Not even in the restricted section. But I suppose I can check again."

"Yeah, of course. I'll come back with you."

"You don't have to do that, Harry." She picked her head up and turned to face him.

"I know. But I'm not expecting you to do research on this by yourself. I know you're better at it than I am, but this concerns me more than you. You shouldn't have to do it all."

A tired smile crossed Hermione's face. "Thank you. You know I'm not going to let you do anything by yourself either, right?"

"We'll see," he chuckled, quickly taking notes of the books they had out before standing. "Come on. Let's put these back and head to class. We don't want to be late when exams are coming up."

Hermione's jaw dropped. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with Harry Potter?"

"Well, you're taking a page out of my book. I figured I'd take a page out of yours," he shrugged. Hermione just shook her head as she gathered her books and left the table.

They went their separate ways to put them back, and Hermione knew she did need to focus on class, but there was a part of her that started prioritizing Harry's safety. School would always be there, and she could go back after all this was done. But though her class assignments obviously needed to get done, and testing was going to happen, keeping Harry alive was a lot more important. She couldn't lose him. Even the thought of it hurt. Harry was… well, she didn't want to think about it too much. Having a best friend was something she wasn't ready to give up yet. She and Ron would probably be fine, but Harry was the main target, and she knew that.

"Are you all right?" Harry's voice drew her back out of the negative thoughts, and she smiled when she turned to him. He was here now, and that's what mattered.

"Yeah. I am," she breathed as the last of her books slipped back into its place on the shelf. "Sorry, just thinking."

Harry only nodded. "We'll be okay, Hermione." He'd noticed Hermione seeming to space out a little bit lately, and he knew she was taking Voldemort's comeback hard. They all were, but it seemed to affect her a little more frequently than usual. Her brain was always thinking, always working, and she kept putting more and more on her plate. And he hated that he kept adding more mysteries that she expected to solve. He needed to think of a way to ease that stress, and if that meant helping her research, he would. Withholding information, even, if it came down to it. He was smart - there were some things he could figure out himself.

Hermione took a deep breath. "I know we will."

Their walk to class was silent, and a little farther apart than normal just at the fear of getting too emotional too early in the morning. But Hermione found herself longing to be near his side. After all the closeness and touching they'd been doing over the past week, this distance was… odd.

She didn't sit next to Harry in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Instead, she immediately took a seat next to Ron, leaving Seamus to partner with Harry, who looked over in confusion.

"Ron, I need your help with something," she whispered as she set out her book and a piece of parchment to write on.

Ron seemed a little taken aback at Hermione needing his help, but he answered quickly. "Yeah, of course. Whatever you need."

"I need Harry's Invisibility Cloak."

Ron's eyes glanced over at Harry, who was taking out his books and talking to Seamus. "What for?" he asked quickly.

"I need to do some research in the restricted section and I don't want to be interrupted."

"And I assume Harry doesn't know you have this plan?"

"No," she admitted. "But I don't want to go into your dorm while everyone's in bed, so I need you to get it for me tonight." Hermione halted, sitting up a bit straighter as Snape walked by, moving to the front of the room to give them instruction for the day.

More than usual, Defense Against the Dark Arts had been stressful once Harry had told them about what Snape was up to. It seemed like he was tenser than normal, as if he knew there was something they knew.

"Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley, is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

Hermione's cheeks turned scarlet, and she looked down at her parchment. Ron spoke up. "No, Professor."

"Then I suggest you save your conversations for afterwards."

"Yes, sir," she peeped. Once Snape's back was turned, she quickly wrote a note on the top of her paper: After class. Ron looked over the message and nodded, and the rest of the class went by smoothly, though Hermione caught Snape eyeing them every once in a while.

As soon as they were dismissed, Ron and Hermione seemed to be the first ones out of the room, getting to the door well before Harry, even though he was across the aisle. He frowned as they snuck off.

"So what is it that you're researching?" Ron asked as soon as they were alone in a side corridor that wasn't usually too busy. Not very much risk of people coming by, though it didn't get past Hermione that she hadn't been alone with Ron in a while. But she wasn't going to lie; it did make her heart flutter a little bit, though she tried to convince herself it was just because they had a secret plan.

"The horcruxes," she whispered. "We went to the library before class this morning, but I couldn't find anything. I was able to get some restricted books, but I know there has to be something else in there. I didn't look through everything."

"Shouldn't Harry be trying to figure that out too? Why is it a secret?"

Hermione sighed, leaning against the wall. "I don't… I don't want him to think I'm doing too much. He keeps asking me if I'm okay, but I want to do my part too, you know?"

"Yeah, of course. Do you want me to come with you?"

As inviting as being under the Cloak with Ron was, Hermione shook her head. "No. If Harry finds you out at night, he's going to get suspicious and come looking. He won't know I'm gone. Please, Ron, I'll come up with something for Lavender for you." She watched his face for a second as a smirk came over his face.

"Okay. Look, if it's getting rid of her, I'll do whatever it takes. Tonight, right?" Hermione nodded. "Done. I'll meet you in the common room at 10, after everyone's in bed."

"Thank you," she whispered, resisting the urge to kiss him.

"Hey! Where'd you two run off to?" Harry laughed, waving to Seamus as he caught them out of the corner of his eye.

"Sorry, Lavender planning," Hermione answered. "I wanted to make sure we talked about it before I forgot."

"You, forget something?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, playfully smacking his shoulder. "It happens occasionally. I… think we've agreed, though, right? About the plan?" Her eyes looked toward Ron, who nodded.

"Do I get to be in on it?"

"Maybe," Ron answered. "Once it's really in motion, you know. Don't want to say too much out here. She might hear."

Hermione couldn't help but smile sheepishly, a small subconscious giggle bubbling up in her chest. There was no way this was actually happening. Ron had agreed to go behind Harry's back to help her. It seemed unreal.

She basically had to force Harry to bed that night, promising that she'd be right up behind him, and that Harry needed his rest as Quidditch captain. It was true; Harry couldn't deny it. So, he'd reluctantly left Hermione in the common room.

Her heart was racing as she waited for Ron. It seemed too quiet, and she began to worry that he hadn't been able to do it. Then what would she do? How would she know? What if Harry had kept Ron up talking to him and he couldn't get away?

But after what seemed like forever, Hermione finally let out a sigh of relief when she saw Ron heading down the stairs with the Cloak in his hands. "You made it," she grinned, standing from the couch and reaching out her hands.

"Yeah, sorry it took so long. I wanted to wait for him to fall asleep. And it's kind of hard to find, because… well… you know." He held the fabric out to Hermione, who laughed a little and nodded.

Ron grinned as she took it, a half smile Hermione realized she hadn't seen in longer than she realized. "You sure you don't want me to come with you?"

For a split second, it sounded like Ron wanted to join her. She grabbed two corners of the cloak and held it up against her body. "I really don't think we'll fit, but if you really want to go to the library… I'm not going to say no."

"We've done it before."

"We were eleven, Ron. You've grown a little bit."

Ron rolled his eyes playfully. "Come on, Hermione. I want to help. I feel like I've been kind of… useless lately."

"Because you haven't left Lavender's side." Hermione winced internally - that had come out a little harsher than she'd intended.

"I know. It's not that I don't want to hang out with you, I just… she's…"

Hermione nodded. "Well, we don't have time to discuss it, okay? If you really want to come, we can try to squeeze under here. If not, I'll bring this back before morning." She tried to hide the shakiness in her voice at the option, or the hope she was sure leaked through. Her eyes moved down to her feet as she waited for his answer. Honestly, she wasn't really sure which one she'd prefer. On one hand, she'd love the alone time with Ron, and if she really thought about it, the library could be romantic in the right setting. On the other hand, tagging another person along on a mission that involved stealth could create a whole other set of issues, especially since keeping quiet hadn't always been Ron's specialty.

"Okay, fine. Let's go, then." He took the Cloak back from her and opened it, tossing it over their heads and scooting in close so they'd be mostly covered. Hermione's breath caught, and she tried to steady it. He was nearly pressed against her back, and she could feel him breathing lightly on her hair. "Is this okay? I think our feet are covered. I remember there being a lot more space under here."

Hermione nodded. "I told you we were a lot smaller," she whispered. "Okay, I have no idea how we're going to do this, but we'll have plenty of time to get there."

"Right." He held it above them a little while she raised the front so she wouldn't trip over it. They took a couple minutes to practice maneuvering so close to each other while walking, but as if nothing had changed in the past five years (and what had, really?), Hermione was surprised to find their silent communication and subtle body movements steering each other almost effortlessly.

She couldn't help but smile. "It feels like we're back in first year again," she laughed.

"Except without Fluffy."

"Don't jinx it."

Ron spoke again as they were about to leave the common room. "Are you wearing the perfume I gave you?"

Hermione paused. "Yes," she replied, unsure of the emotion she was supposed to portray.

"Good. I like it better on you than just from the bottle."

"Thanks," she replied, though she was glad she was in front of him so he couldn't see the deep blush that suddenly appeared on her face.

They made it to the library without much turmoil, though Hermione had gotten nervous when Ron accidentally stepped on a corner of the Cloak on the stairs and it pulled off of them entirely. Luckily, it had been easy to get to a shadow and throw it back on without being spotted. She really wished she'd gotten the Marauder's Map, too, so she could find some hidden passages.

"Have you tried-"

"Sh," Hermione whispered, jumping a little at Ron's voice, almost having forgotten he was behind her. "We'll talk inside."

She flicked her wand towards the door and heard a click as it unlocked. This wasn't anything new to her, but as soon as they slipped in and Ron began again, Hermione put her hand up, shushing him once more.

"Homenum Revelio." A few seconds later, she quickly pulled the Cloak off of them, taking a deep breath of relief at the cool air.

"What was that?" Ron asked, running his fingers through his hair to fix it.

"Detection spell," Hermione explained. "Haven't you learned that one?"

"No… maybe. I don't know. But… the lock. How many nonverbals can you do?"

Hermione rolled her eyes playfully as she folded the cloak up and draped it over her arm. "Only ones I know really well. Otherwise, I still have to say it. Haven't you been practicing?! We're supposed to be learning and you know it'll be on our exams!"

"I'm barely decent at verbal spells, Hermione. Help me."

"Not here," she whispered. "But… I can later."

"So what are we looking for?"

Part of her suddenly regretted bringing him along and wondered if the closeness was worth it, but she realized this was Ron, and she should be grateful that he was trying to help at least. Plus, she'd get him all to herself for a little bit instead of Lavender, which brewed up a strange feeling of pride and the urge to boast that she wasn't used to. "Information about horcruxes. Or any kind of Dark magic that might point us in that direction."

"Do we know what they do?"

"No, just the name."

"Right." His eyes scanned the shelves of books they passed as they headed to the Restricted Section. "That's it, huh? Just the name."

Hermione turned to him, crossing her arms. "Something wrong with that? I told you what this was going to be. Harry and I just ran out of time this morning."

"No, no, I just… we're gonna be here all night, aren't we?"

"That was the plan."

Ron just nodded, but Hermione could tell he wasn't incredibly excited about the realization. She didn't have time to dwell on it, instead unlocking the gate to the Restricted Section and getting to work by the light of her wand. Within a few minutes, she'd taken a few books that looked promising and deposited them onto a small table, where Ron was seated with two books of his own, looking at them with a kind of glazed-over look in his eyes. Well, at least he tried. Hermione sat down next to him and opened the cover of the first book. "Do you even know how to do research?" she teased.

"No, not really," Ron responded with a smirk, opening his own and skimming the first page.

When he'd been silent for a while, Hermione looked over to find Ron snoring a little with his cheek resting on one of the books. She smiled, pushing his hair back a little hesitantly so he wouldn't wake up. When he didn't, she relaxed, just looking at him. She hadn't really gotten to see him asleep very often, only a few times when she'd had to wake him up at the Burrow. Now, though, in one of her favorite places, it had been a while since she had seen him this peaceful, this relaxed.

He didn't wake up until a couple hours later, when Hermione had been through all her books and she'd grabbed some more. She found herself yawning a few times, but she was glad for the company. His eyes opened and he picked his head up off the book. "What time is it?" he asked, rubbing his face.

"Almost one."

"Oh… have you found anything?"

"Nothing. It's… so frustrating."

"M'sorry. Anything I can help with?"

"I don't think so," Hermione sighed. "But thank you for coming, anyway. I'm glad you got some sleep."

Ron chuckled nervously. "I thought I'd be able to stay up longer. This stuff is just so boring."

"Agreed. I think I'm about ready to call it a night myself, honestly." She yawned again to prove her point and closed her book. "I guess we'll just have to count on Harry to get the answer from Slughorn."

"He can do it. You know he can."

"I know he can." Hermione repeated. "I just sometimes wish he didn't have to."

Ron was quiet as she put her books back. It was a little unnerving at first, but he came up behind her to help replace the books. "It's always been the three of us, hasn't it? Doing all this. Fighting monsters and solving problems."

"Yeah."

"Don't you ever wonder why?"

Hermione paused, frowning softly, and turned around. "What do you mean?"

Ron shrugged. "I dunno. I just… we put ourselves in danger every year. And other students don't have to. They get to be normal and just be kids, while we're out fighting wars."

"I've been thinking about that a lot, too, honestly," Hermione admitted. "It's not fair. I know that. But… we've succeeded this far. We're good at it. We're good at learning and fighting and knowing each other. I mean, you and Harry are my best friends. I'm going to do whatever it takes to protect you."

"And we'd do the same for you."

"I know you would. As far as all of this goes, though, I guess that's just the consequences of you saving me from that troll," she teased.

"Hey, that was all Harry's idea," Ron laughed.

"Are you saying you wouldn't have gone after me?"

"Back then, no. I didn't like you, remember? Well, neither did Harry, but he was the one who remembered you were in the bathroom when everyone was evacuating."

"...Really?"

"Yeah. You didn't know that?" Hermione shook her head. "Oh. Yeah. But now, of course, I'd be the first one there."

Hermione wasn't sure how to feel about that. Harry had tried to protect her even when he didn't like her. No wonder he'd been sorted into Gryffindor. It hadn't really bothered her that much that Ron hadn't been involved - she didn't like him back then, either. The whole reason she was in the bathroom in the first place was because Ron had insulted her. But the man in front of her now would never say anything like that.

"It's funny how much things have changed, isn't it?" Ron continued.

"Yeah, it is."

She stared at him for a minute until an awkward smile came over his face. "What?"

Hermione averted her gaze quickly. "Nothing, nothing."

"Come on, you can tell me. We're alone."

She swallowed hard. Should she just tell him and get all of this over with? What if he said no? That would definitely change things. Maybe. At least for her. But what other chance would she have? Maybe it was the tiredness talking, but she slowly took the seat next to Ron.

"I was just thinking about how our relationship has changed."

Ron nodded softly. "Yeah." He half-smiled as he lifted a couple of books to their place. Hermione paused. She was suddenly nervous. She found her hands shaking subconsciously and quickly stopped them. She had no issue with telling Viktor that she fancied him, and she had no problem pretending with Harry, but this… this was different entirely.

"Ron, I-"

He turned to look at her. "I know, Hermione."

Her eyes widened. "You… you do?"

"Yeah. It's great, though. I don't mind."

"You… you don't mind?"

"Not really. I mean, it could make things a bit weird, you know, at times, but I've known for a bit. Seems kind of sudden in execution, though. Not exactly how I expected, but I guess other things have changed quickly, too."

Hermione's shoulders slumped in relief. If he already suspected, though she didn't think she'd been that obvious, it would be a lot easier considering he hadn't seemed to change their relationship. Then again, that didn't necessarily mean that was a good thing. "Ron, I've fancied you for years," she said with a chuckle.

Ron was silent again and Hermione's smile fell instantly when she couldn't read his expression. "Wait, what?"

"I… I thought that's… that's what you were talking about. I…" she fumbled, her brow furrowing as she felt her eyes prickle with embarrassment. Hermione blinked quickly, trying to calm herself down. "What were you talking about?"

"I… thought you fancied Harry."

I don't mind. His words ricocheted in her ears. If he didn't mind, it meant he didn't feel the same way about her. Or he did, but thought Harry was better. She let out a humorless laugh, rolling her eyes. Of course this is how this would work out for her. And now Ron knew, and their plan was ruined and she'd have to tell Harry. Ron would have to see her pretend to have a crush on Harry while knowing he was really the one she wanted. It was all too much. And though it was childish and there was a reason she hadn't done it in a while, she grabbed the Invisibility Cloak from the table and sped off between the shelves and out of Ron's sight.

"Hermione, wait!" he half-whispered after her, but by the time he put the rest of his books down and moved in the direction he saw her go, she was gone.

How could he not have noticed? It all came together to culminate in the moments from the Yule Ball to just a few months ago when she'd sent those birds after him: the looks, the worry, the jealousy, the care he'd come to feel from her. The rumors were true. Lavender was right, though there was no way he could tell her. He took a deep breath, hoping Hermione didn't leave the library - otherwise he would have no way of getting back to the dorms undetected. He needed to find her, and spent a few minutes weaving through aisle after aisle in silence, trying to listen out for any sign of her. When he was about to give up, he closed his eyes, racking his brain for the spell she used.

"Homenum Revelio," he whispered with a hand on his wand, unsure of what would happen. But he felt a tug in a direction behind him, like a compass. He walked slowly as he followed the instinct. The stronger it got, the more careful he stepped, making sure he didn't run into her or step on her if she still had the Cloak on. Then, when it was right in front of him, he hesitantly reached a hand out to tug the fabric off of her. Her arms were wrapped around her knees as her eyes stayed focused on the floor, unmoving.

"Hermione."

She just shook her head softly.

"Hermione…" Ron slowly dropped to one knee in front of her. "Hermione, look at me." Tear-reddened eyes met his for a brief second, and it broke Ron's heart. "I'm sorry, Hermione. I didn't realize…"

"It's okay," she whispered, looking down at the floor again. "I shouldn't have assumed."

"Me either." He moved to sit down next to her. "I really didn't know, though. I mean, I guess it makes sense and I'm starting to realize how thick I've been. But it… doesn't change anything between us. I promise it won't."

He barely heard her say, "I just thought you might feel the same way."

Ron nodded. "I… I'm sorry, Hermione. I… You're beautiful and brilliant and amazing, but-"

"Don't."

Ron's mouth shut softly. "You are, though. And obviously, it's not like I'd be opposed or anything, but that's just… not how I've thought about you much."

She wrenched her eyes up at him again. "Ron, please stop. I don't want to talk about it right now, okay? Maybe we can later, but… I just want to go back to bed." She sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeve and rising to her feet. Ron followed, looking at the Cloak in his hands.

"Are you okay with going back under this with me?"

Hermione nodded wordlessly and Ron crept into place behind her before tossing it over the both of them as they started back towards the common room. Ron had so many questions for her, but he knew she wasn't going to talk about it tonight, if at all. But he couldn't help the guilt that seeped into his chest at almost every interaction they'd had for the past year. He felt lucky that she bid him goodnight after sliding the Cloak off, folding it neatly, and depositing it back into Ron's arms.

"Goodnight, Ron."

"'Night, Hermione." He watched her walk up the stairs, wondering what he was going to tell Harry if she didn't show up for breakfast. He also couldn't ask if Harry knew about her crush without telling him how he'd found out. Maybe he shouldn't have gone with her after all.

#harry potter #harry and hermione #harry x hermione #hp #hp fanfic #fanfiction #hp fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #possumwrites #fluff #angst smut #hbp #hbp rewrite #hp rewrite #harmony #harmione #ifltfic

[jinisnuggets]

мαѕтєяℓιѕт ℓιηкѕ!

ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ꜱʟᴀʏᴇʀ

ᴊᴜᴊᴜᴛꜱᴜ ᴋᴀɪꜱᴇɴ

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ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʙᴜᴛʟᴇʀ

ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ

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[l0caltiredgirl]

when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

#don’t get me wrong #smut is great #but a girl wants some angst and fluff #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #matt murdock x reader #steven grant x reader #steve harrington x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #derek morgan x reader #jj maybank x reader #rafe cameron x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #marc spector x reader #javier pena x reader #ellie williams x reader #poe dameron x reader #cassian andor x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #logan howlett x reader #daryl dixon x reader #simon riley x reader #bruce wayne x reader #l0caltiredgirl #mike schmidt x reader #sam carpenter x reader #emily prentiss x reader

[moechies]

cw CHEESY sukuna, soft sex (*´ω｀*)

he was a rough man.

holding you down by your hips and bruising them, leaving red indents of his nails on your waist. but one thing you have chosen to remember from your first time with sukuna were his words, “don’t fuckin’ touch me. keep your hands to yourself, you dumb bitch.”

and ever since, you haven’t. you’ve kept your hands to yourself, always leaving them to your side, or pushing them against your tits to lower any chance of even grazing him.

but he notices.

he notices the way your arm and hand yearn to hold onto or touch something, how glossy eyes flutter to his face, quickly averting it when he notices. maybe you wanted to hold onto the back of his neck, or to touch his face; or maybe, even holding his hand. but you resist everytime, playing it off by letting your hand fall to your side when you find yourself wanting to reach to the man above you.

and he really does hate it, how precious you are. so precious, you’ve made him fall in love with you. how could he not, when you laid so beautifully under him, mewling into his shoulder and whimpering his name.. and the way you always made an attempt to fetch him a water, which he did take a sip out of every time. (he didn’t need it. )

he loved your breathy snores as you slept, aiding him to close his eyes and rest even though he prompted to stay awake to protect you. he’s fallen for you.

“k-kuna..”

his cock prods against your hole, twitching for any sort of stimulation as he rubs stripes up and down your cunt with his cockhead.

“i know. you’re gonna take it well, just like you do everytime.”

and it felt weird, the honey words that fell from his lips. it was sweet but unusual, and it made your heart ache. it hurts when he pushes in, it always does. but this time, it felt better, softer.

“brat, touch me.”

“w-what? but you sai—“

“don’t make me say it again, yeah? jus’ touch me.”

and you whine, before your arms finally part from your tits, your hand reaches for his cheek, from where he hid his face in your collar bone, making him look into you. he finds you pulling him in closer and closer, before your lips melt against each others.

“thank you.”

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[eternalslover]

Bullet train incorrect quotes:

Tangerine: Do you want to play 20 Questions?

Y/n: Sure!

Y/n: Whats your favorite color?

Tangerine, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?

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[c1nnam00n]

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

#percy jackson #angst #bruce wayne x reader #damian wayne x reader #dc comics #draco malfoy x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #haikyuu #smut #dick grayson x reader angst #batman x reader #marvel #spiderman #peter parker x reader #jjk x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #draco malfoy x reader smut #bill kaulitz x reader #percy jackson x reader #jason todd x reader #dick grayson x reader #alec lightwood x reader #andrew garfield x reader #carl grimes x reader #conrad fisher x reader #avatar aang #avatar the last airbender #aang x reader #fanfic

[saetoru]

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。yours, always yours

synopsis. satoru has always been yours—and he needs you to know you’ll also always be his

— word count. 2.4k (read the breakup fic first for better understanding, but can be read as a stand-alone)

— contents. fem! reader, college! au, rich boy! gojo, post-getting back together angst that gets a little heated <3, minors do not interact, fingering, unprotected sex, edging, satoru cumming too quick <3, creampie, tbh the smut is short and a lil rushed my b, it ends in fluff tho !! trust !! there is fluff !!

— notes. tbh this will probably get flagged rly fast but oh well u win some u lose some. anywayyyyy here is the make up sex bc yall nasties deserve it <3 jk love u guys

satoru falls first. and he falls hard. everyone knows it, it’s never been a secret.

“you want me to wash your hair?” you ask gently, kissing his shoulder as the water falls over his head. he hums, nodding absentmindedly as he stares blankly at the tiles of your shower wall.

“sure,” he mumbles, “don’t tug.”

“i never tug,” you roll your eyes, snorting. he huffs a small chuckle, but it’s not the usual laugh satoru gives you. it’s mechanic, almost—just there to fill the space. “baby?” you ask softly.

“yeah?” he asks, “oh, should i bend a little? sorry, i—”

“what’re you thinking about?” your hands cup his cheeks, gentle and warm from the hot water as it soaks his skin.

he shakes his head, trying to smile as he clears throat. “just how nice it is to be pampered. maybe i’ll let you break my heart every once in a while so i get my back scrubbed and hair washed like this.”

“satoru,” you insist. you know—and he knows it too. “tell me?”

“why’d you do it?” he mumbles, “why’d you listen to him?”

“toru, you know why,” you sigh, “you know i didn’t think there were any other options.”

“you could’ve talked to me,” he furrows his brows, “just because my stupid old man threatens you with my stupid inheritance doesn’t mean we have to break up.”

“i was afraid you’d choose me.” it comes out as a whisper, like a confession you can’t bear to admit.

“i would have chosen you,” he agrees, “why’s that bad? how’s that wrong—”

“you’re not thinking about the bigger picture,” you shake your head, “that company is yours. you’ve spent your whole life—”

“so what? was i supposed to give up the rest of my life for it too?” he asks tiredly—satoru’s defeated. he’s never been defeated, it’s the most magnetizing thing about him.

even before you date him. he asks and asks and asks no matter how many times you say no. because there’s always a chance you’ll say yes, and he’ll never stop as long as there’s a chance.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffle, lips wobbling, “i could have….i should have said something. i didn’t want you to make a choice young and then….and then regret it.”

“you think i’d regret you?” he’s wounded—absolutely wounded at the words.

satoru has always been careful, diligent and so, so meticulous to love you right, to love you how you need to be loved. hadn’t that proven enough? that he was in it for the long run—for forever? he’d been so sure you’d be his future, that the break up feels like waking up from a peaceful dream to a house fire—devastating, with smoke in his nose and lungs that he can’t breathe right, and everything gone within a moment before he can even register it.

he stares at the ashes in despair. nothing prepared him for the hollowness of not being yours—because satoru has never cared to make you his. all he’s ever wanted was to be yours.

you’re quick to remove him from everything, deleting pictures from your socials, untagging him from posts, removing him from your private stories and close friends list. he doesn’t understand how you could change your mind so quickly—and then he realizes you probably don’t. because he knows you—better than anyone ever has, satoru knows you.

so he’s comes to you, drenched from the rain, from standing outside your door even as the water pelts against his skin because he’s determined. he’s going to get an answer out of you, going to make you explain why you pulled him in so close, let him reside in your heart and fall asleep to the comforting rhythm of its beating—and then push him out like he’s nothing. what made you push him out?

and finally, when he does, when you let him be yours again and admit it’s never what you wanted, that it’s because it’s what his father wanted—well, satoru can’t keep his composure. don’t you know? hadn’t he always told you? hadn’t he poured his heart out and let you know every moment he’s always been stuck dangling from his father’s fingers? stuck somewhere between the sky and ground, too high to feel the floor under his feet but never high enough to feel the wind in his face.

you’ve always known, always listened—and fuck, you held him some nights too, let your fingers dip into his hair and soothe his sorrows of always being stuck.

satoru’s always been stuck, always had every choice made for him and every instruction carefully laid out on the table. and then you decided to make his choice for him too, walking away and choosing his future for him like he’s never had a say.

he’s always been stuck, but never with you—but now, he wonders if that’s changed.

“no,” you squeeze his cheeks, “no i don’t think you’d regret me….but satoru losing what you have is a big thing,” you mumble, “people work their whole lives not having a fraction of what you do. that’s a lot to let you lose.”

“i’ve never seen my dad kiss my mom,” he stares at you, hard and unwavering, his eyes stare into yours, “he’s never held her hand or made her laugh. and you know what she told me? that she would sell her share of everything to have what we do. why do you always look at me for what i have first?” he asks angrily, the water pouring over his shoulders as they shake, “why can’t you just look at me first for once?”

“i do look at you,” you insist, “toru, all i ever see is you—”

“then stop caring what he says,” he says louder, his voice echoing through the small bathroom of your small apartment.

everything about your home is small—smaller than satoru’s especially. but he loves it, thinks he’d rather be here than anywhere else.

because it’s yours. and as long as you’re here, the world fits into this tiny apartment, the galaxy too.

“okay,” you say shakily. and then you nod, looking him in the eye, “you’ll handle it?”

he nods, kissing between your brows, “yeah, i’ll handle it. who else is gonna take over that company anyway?”

“but what if he finds someone else? and then he—”

“he won’t. my grandpa will shred him.”

“but he’s old, and he stepped down, so what really can he do if your dad decides—”

“god, baby,” he groans, pushing your body against the wall gently, “i love your voice, but you talk so much. i’m wanna listen to something else.”

his lips find your neck, sucking gently at the skin, hand trailing to your tits before his thumb circles your nipple. it’s slow, deliberate, teasing as it rolls over the bud.

you whimper, clutching onto him as a breathy, “t-toru,” leaves your lips.

“yeah,” he nods, “that’s what i wanna listen to instead.” his lips are in a grin against your neck, kissing and biting until he reaches your collarbone. “anyone dm you after you took me out of your socials?” he asks bitterly.

“j-just one,” you admit through a stutter, “b-but i didn’t even open it! i wasn’t really—oh, toru,” you gasp as his finger finds your clit, spreading your legs as he lets out a soft growl at your words.

“what? just cause my face isn’t on your instagram suddenly you’re not mine?” he asks, thumb rubbing harsh circles against the sensitive bundle of nerves—you close your eyes, moaning as your arms wrap tightly around his neck. “you’re always mine,” he murmurs against your ear, low and careful so you hear him well, “yeah? got that?”

“got it,” you nod furiously.

“got what?”

“‘m al-always—oh, fuck,” you mewl as one finger prods at your entrance, gathering your slick before slowly sliding through your walls.

“c’mon, sweetheart,” he says firmly, “finish your sentences.”

“always yours, toru! always yours—please, please j-just…”

“just what?” he raises a brow.

“more,” you sob—it’s a broken plea as your hips thrust against his finger.

he’s quick to slide in a second, thrusting his digits mercilessly into your soaked cunt, his palm gliding over your clit as the slick sound of his fingers fucking you is almost drowned by the water in the back.

your water bill will be high this month. you decide it’s a sacrifice satoru deserves.

“you think someone could ever learn this body better than me? make you cum like i can? you think anyone will ever love you enough to learn you like i do?”

“n-no,” you pant, his fingers hitting that spot inside of you so perfectly, you feel that dull ache build up quickly. it’s good—everything with satoru is good. his other hand finds your chest to pinch a nipple, twisting and squeezing until your nails leave indents on his shoulders as you moan loudly. “no one—no one but you.”

“exactly,” he growls, “how could you leave me? how could you leave us?”

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, whimpering when the tips of his fingers slam against that spongey spot of your walls, fluttering around him and squeezing him in. you’re close—so close that you almost don’t know what he’s saying anymore, too focused on the way your impending orgasm is approaching. fast. “i’m sorry, i’ll never—ever leave again.”

“say you love me,” he demands.

it sounds like he’s pleading, though, if you listen closely. there’s a small crack in his voice, a slight shakiness that makes you force your eyes open and stare at him and whisper, “i love you, satoru. i love you.”

and then he rips his fingers out—right before you’re about to cum. you gasp, pleading nonsense as you cling to him and buck your hips and search for something, anything to take you over the edge.

and then you hear a sniffle. is he crying? is that wet droplet on your shoulder a tear or the water? you’re too busy calming down from your orgasm dying before it ever came to focus.

satoru’s hard against your thigh, throbbing and painful to sink into you. he strokes himself a few times, whimpers as his thumb gathers the pre cum from the sensitive tip, smearing it along his length as he shakily lets out a quiet moan.

“f-fuck, i gotta feel you. please, can i? please—”

“yes,” you pull him closer, grinding your heat over his hard-on, “yes please, toru. more, need more.”

he’s sliding along your folds, dragging the tip of his cock along your entrance and smearing a mix of your arousal with his. and then slowly, ever so gently, he’s pushing into your after that, pushing past your walls and bullying into your soaked cunt, curving into you perfectly.

it’s only been a week—you feel like you haven’t felt him in years. but it’s familiar. you remember every part of him, including every vein that drags along your walls and makes your head spin. he remembers every part of you, including where that spot is that he needs to angle his hips to find.

he slams into you, hard and rough and fast—doesn’t even let you adjust your position to hold onto him tighter before he’s thrusting his hips and fucking into you desperately. you can feel him, every inch of his skin against you, every part of him that’s touching you. and you can feel the way his cock nudges past your folds, the friction burning pleasure through ever nerve.

satoru knows how to fuck you, just like he knows how to love you, he knows your body—every dip and ever curve, every place to touch and every part that has you gushing around him. it’s just the way he is, too good at giving you what you want, what you need.

when he moans, it’s breathy and he’s panting as he lets out those soft whimpers that make your head spin. “feel that? feel me?” he asks, grunting as you squeeze around his length.

“yeah,” you breathe, “‘m so full.”

“i need you. please, please,” he murmurs, “can’t lose you, baby. never you,” he chants, the quiver in his voice tearing you apart.

“i’m right here,” you gasp, lacing your fingers with his and squeezing his hand. he squeezes back, just to let you know he’s there too, “right here, baby. you got me.”

and then he cums, just as soon as you whisper that—he spills right into you with a broken cry, his hips rolling, needy and desperate and so, so lost on the pleasure. he’s too busy working himself through his high, trembling over your body to care he’s cum too quick—and you don’t have it in you to tease him. you can feel the hot ropes of cum filling you, painting your walls white, fucking deep into you as the blunt head of his cock slams into you without a second of hesitation.

but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t falter that brutal pace as his hips slam into you, perfectly kissing your sweet spot every time. and before long, you break—your head pushes back against the wall behind you, mouth parted as you wail his name and cum—hard. you’re quivering and spasming around his swollen cock, enough that he whimpers at the way you’re so tight.

it’s good, it’s always good. satoru makes you feel good. he’s the best you’ve ever had—the best you’ll ever find.

and then you hear it again, the sniffle into your neck as he clutches you tightly. you know for sure that wet droplet is a tear this time, and your fingers tangle into his hair as you stroke the wet strands.

“i love you, toru,” you murmur, “my sweet boy. i’m sorry, okay? i’m so sorry.”

“don’t do that again,” he huffs in between tears, “that was so mean. so mean.”

“i said i won’t,” you chuckle, fighting back your own tears, “how long are you gonna hold this against me?”

“how long do you plan on being mine?”

“well,” you pull him from your neck, cupping his cheeks as you wipe away tears and peck his lips softly, “i think….forever.”

“well, get ready, then,” he glares softly, “i’m gonna hold this against you forever too.”

“okay,” you nod, “that’s fair.”

“and i love you too,” he adds, “but block whoever dm’d you. it better not be that zenin boy.”

“block those girls who’s pictures you liked,” you shoot back, glaring at him with a pout of your own.

“don’t yell at me,” he mumbles, leaning into your touch as your thumb strokes his cheek, “i’ve had a rough week. you have to be nice.”

dabitee anon. are u seeing this. did u see the satoru who cums too fast. did u see it. report back if u saw this. i repeat, dabitee anon report back if you see this

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