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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years

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Helping Hand- Part 2

Pairing: Elliot (Euphoria) x Reader

Summary: After the reader taught Elliot how to correctly please a lady, her mind spins elsewhere as to what else he's good at. With some push from her friend Jules, she decides to bring it up. Turns out, he's way more shy about it than she thought.

Warnings: Pure smut 18+, drugs, and fluff lol

Word Count: 4.3k

IMPORTANT A/N: I try to make these types of fics utterly realistic. I'm all about validation and making people reading this feel like 'wow this is so real'. I feel that fanfiction can sometimes taint viewers minds about how things like sex and relationships are truly like. It ruined my perception of it for a while. So, I introduce realistic sex and a realistic relationship between two people.

So many people requested a part 2 for Helping Hands. I was shocked but like I was definitely excited to write more lol. I'm so willing to string this series out so give me more ideas of firsts they can try. I also got a request for some sub-ish Elliot so. I listened to "State Lines" by Novo Amor while writing this and it made the experience ten times sweeter.

Giving the people what they want, here we go.

"Wait, you guys haven't fucked?" Jules scoffs, her eye wide as she stares down at me. I shake my head softly, heat rising to my cheeks as embarrassment consumes me. Rue laughs beside her, her eyes on her girlfriend as she shakes her head.

"That's surprising considering how much Elliot talks about sex." Rue adds, my eyebrows pulling together at the thought. I mean, she's kind of right about that.

Elliot wasn't shy about his sex life, both with men and women. He hadn't had sex more times than he could count on one hand but it wasn't something that he was ashamed about. It was just how it happened. But a person can know a lot about sex, like, logistically, without having copious amounts of it, right?

I wasn't going to deny the fact that, even if he didn't know what he was doing sometimes, he made up with the fact that he always knew what to say. And Rue was right, he is flirty and I think we could all consider him a pretty sexual person.

Not more than Jules, though. That's why she thinks she has the right to talk on this topic. About my boyfriend and our relationship. What she's unaware of is the fact that my boyfriend tells me everything. Including how she sucks at going down on women. Suck on that, Jules.

"We're working on it. Sometimes it just takes a little bit." I reply simply, both of the girls looking at me with a tired look.

"Yeah, but haven't you guys almost been together for like a year?" Jules asks and my heart pounds against my ribs. Who cares, Jules? I huff, my head falling forward to rest on my arms. "I mean, no shame but, don't you want to do it?" She asks curiously, my head nodding in quiet agreement.

She didn't know the half of how much I wanted to jump that boys bones.

It had been weeks since the night in Elliot's bedroom. The night that I can't seem to keep from creeping to the front of my mind at the worst times possible. Eating dinner with my family, sitting with my friends, studying, showering. The thought of him between my thighs consumed my every waking minute. Maybe it was because I had been with the wrong person all that time. But with Elliot... fuck.

I think we both would agree that his new found skill was also his new favorite past time.

I could just be laying on his bed, a book in front of me, my phone, laptop, anything. He would then be in between my thighs in moments, his voice calling out to me to put aside anything that I was doing, just so he could enjoy himself while making me enjoy myself. I had never seen a man so excited to please his girl. And he took pride in the fact that he could give me everything that no other man could.

The girls in front of me weren't aware of what went down that night, what continued to go down almost every day since then. I didn't want to tell them, their judgmental eyes making me shrink in on myself. I didn't want to feel like I had to go have sex with him just to fit their standards of when's a good time to have sex in a relationship. But the more I thought about actually doing it, going up to him and asking him, it made me excited.

Collecting my books in my arms, the girls whine loudly, knowing they made me uncomfortable. Their protests are heard from all the way across the lunchroom as I exit the room. Now it was time to game plan; what to wear and what to say.

Circling my room, my anxious gaze flickers back to the mound of undergarments on my bed. There is an atrocious amount of black and grey's, some matching, some not. What would Elliot like? Would he even care what I wore? I mean, of course he would, but this is the same boy who freaks out when I wear a simple pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

Bingo.

Fishing through my drawers, I pull out a pair of grey sweatpants, holding them in my hands as I take a deep, strained breath. Leaving the drawer open, not caring, I open the top drawer, my hands fishing for a simple tank top. Might as well go with comfortable and safe, right?

Was I overthinking this? Absolutely. Does it make me feel better to overanalyze? Sure does.

"Uh, are you okay?" My head whips around to see my mom standing in my doorway, her eyes horrified as she looks over the state of my room. Looking around, my cheeks heat up a bit as I look over the mess. There's not one square inch of my floor that isn't covered with clothes. I had raided my closet, every drawer in my dresser, pulling things out and shoving things back in. I'll deal with it later.

"Uh, yeah, mom. I just have a date with Elliot. Trying to find something to wear." I chuckle nervously, my voice telling the lies that I'm trying to keep hidden. Her eyebrows quirk up for a moment, a proud smile on her lips as she silently understands.

"Okay, well..." She trails off, stepping back a bit with a teasing gaze. "Be safe." She chuckles as I immediately toss a pillow in her direction, her squeal being heard from down the hall. I giggle, turning back to my pile of underwear. My phone buzzes in my pocket, my heart pounding as I pull it out.

Elly <3 hi princess, you almost ready?

My mind spins as I type out a quick reply, telling him I needed a little bit longer. I don't think he knows what I have planned, I certainly hoped not. I had been going over and over the words in my head, not exactly having a set script, but I had a plan.

Pulling out a nice pair of black panties and a simple matching bra, I shed my clothes. In preparation, I shaved my legs and did a face mask, my face glowing as I stare at myself in the mirror. I know that he would've loved me anyways, even if I hadn't prepared but. I think a part of me wanted the memory of getting all ready. It was a big moment, right?

I spray a few squirts of perfume before I grab my overnight bag, throwing it over my shoulder. I shout a quick goodbye to my mom, my feet carrying me out the door before she can catch me in a web of questions. Elliot's car is parked in my driveway, a grin on his face as he watches me jog up to the passenger side. Slipping into the car with a smile, his eyes dance over me as I giggle.

"Hi there." I grin, leaning over the middle console to press a loving kiss to his lips. His eyes flutter shut as I linger, my hand reaching up to rest on his cheek as he deepens the kiss. His hand rests against my side, his fingers skimming along the material of my flimsy top. He chuckles against my lips, pulling back to look down at me.

"Hi, pretty girl." He whispers, his nose nuzzling against mine as I flop back down in my seat, my eyes not leaving his. His teeth bite at the inside of his cheek as he hides his grin, my cheeks heating up. I watch him as he pulls out of my driveway; the way his fingers wrap around the steering wheel, the way his arm strains as he places it behind my head, his neck twisting to look out the back window. Fuck, he could take me right now if he wanted to.

The sky darkens around us as we drive away from my house, nerves bubbling in my belly as I reach over, my hand gently resting on his thigh. His eyes flicker down at the movement, his eyebrows raising as he glances back at the road.

"Whatcha doin' there?" He laughs nervously as my hand inches up a bit, my eyes on the road as I smirk naughtily. His breathing is loud and unsteady as he shifts in his seat, his lip tucked between his teeth. "I'm driving." He warns with a squeak, my fingers dancing along the inside of his thigh, teasing the seam of his sweatpants. He lets out quiet, pained moan as he turns the corner. His fingers adjust, gripping the steering wheel as he looks over at me. I tilt my head at him, my shoulders raising in a small shrug. "You don't even care- holy shit. Okay." I giggle, my hand leaving his thigh to rest in my lap. He gawks at me, completely and utterly taken back by my proud smile.

By the time we pull in his driveway, the adrenaline as died down a bit. My heart still beats wildly in my chest, my mouth drying at the sight of his sweet smile. He takes my backpack from my lap, throwing it over his shoulder as we both exit the car. I follow him inside, my feet dragging against the floor as I bite my lip nervously. Was I supposed to just ask for sex? Is that weird or would that be super hot to him?

I watch as Elliot tosses himself onto his bed, my book bag being discarded on the floor next to him. I crawl up the bed, my body resting in the crook of his as I look down at him. His hand rests on my back, making small circles through the material. He gently reaches up, running his fingers through my damp hair with a hum. He smiles up at me, my face heating up at the sight.

"You're awfully bashful today." He whispers, his fingers tucking some hair behind my ear before resting on my heated cheek. I chuckle quietly at his comment, shrugging again as I glance away from him. "Hmm?" He hums, his neck craning to kiss me softly. "What's got you all quiet?" He asks, lips pressing against my cheek as I grin, my eyes rolling. I lean forward, tucking my face into the crook of his neck as he laughs. "Come on, Y/n." He whines playfully, fingers gently carding through my hair as he chuckles. "Between your new found shyness and your wandering hands in the car, I'm starting to think something's up." He adds, my shoulders shrugging again as I take a deep breath. "I'm not complaining at all. I was shocked, to say the least but, not complaining." He whispers sincerely through a small laugh, my head peaking out to look up at him. He smiles down at me softly, his thumb dragging against my cheekbone as I relax into him.

"'m nervous." I mumble, his eyebrows raising kindly as he shakes his head, not knowing what I mean.

"Why's that?" He asks in return, his gaze fluttering over my face as I pause, the words that I've practiced for hours getting caught in my throat as I stutter.

"I want more." I whisper, the three words making his eyebrows pull together but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he knows exactly what I'm referring to.

"More of?" He urges simply, his fingers dancing under my shirt, the tips of his fingers dancing along my spine. Shivers erupt through my body, my frame moving closer to him.

"More of you." My fingers gently fist the material of his shirt as he smiles, leaning down to press a kiss against my forehead. His forehead rests against mine, our noses bumping as I wait for him to reply. "Mostly because I want to but," I trail off, his thumb moving to brush against my jaw, "Jules made me feel dumb us not getting there yet." I confess, his head pulling back slightly to look down at me, his eyes sad.

"There's no rush." He whispers quickly in response, validating my worries and anxious thoughts. I nod, knowing his words are true but mine were truer.

"Why not rush, though?" I ask teasingly, his eyes rolling playfully as his head thumps against the pillow under him. "I want to. I want more." I shrug simply, his head bobbing in a nod. I watch as he ponders, my chin moving to rest against his sternum.

"What if I said I was nervous?" He asks, my eyes widening at the thought. I had never thought that he would also be hesitant to also have sex, but I could tell by the worried look in his eyes that he was telling the truth. The thought does nothing but comfort me and fill my belly with butterflies.

"Then I'd say we don't have to do anything." He smiles at my response, his head turning to gaze down at me. "Then I'd say no rush." I smile, my head tilting to rest my cheek on his chest. He thinks for another few moments, thoughts running rampant as he looks down at me. Suddenly he shifts, his body lifting as I follow him to do the same. I look at him, waiting for any move, any words. He grins to himself before looking over at me. I send him a small smile as he leans forward, his lips pressing against mine as I hum. I follow him as he lays me down, his lips not detaching from mine as he leans over me.

"What if I said that I wanted more too?" He whispers against my lips, my hands reaching up to cup his cheeks. "What if I said that I wanted your hands to wander even more." He chuckles, lips skimming along my jaw as my eyes flutter shut. My hands gently follow his words, my hands slipping under his shirt to rest on his abdomen. "What if I also said that, when it comes to this, I really don't know what I'm doing?" He chuckles shyly, a small sigh leaving my lips.

"Then I guess I'll figure it out, hmm?" I reply simply, my body moving to push him over onto his back. He looks up at me, shocked, my leg swinging over his hip as I sit myself on top of him. His hands hover nervously over my thighs, his lips parting in a shocked look. "It can't always just be me having all the fun." I chuckle, his eyes flickering down from mine, to his lap. He looks nervous, his hands unsure of what to do or where to touch, like he's never touched me before. I gently take his hands, resting them against my thighs as his chest deflates in relief. My hands wander, slipping under his shirt as I help him lift it over his head. My hands rest against his chest, dancing down his ribs to his abs that clench under my feather light touch.

"Fuck." He whispers breathlessly, his eyes fluttering shut. "I'm supposed to be corrupting you." He chuckles, my lips leaning down to press against his collarbones, leaving kisses along his skin. He moans quietly, his chin tilting back to give me more room to leave sweet kisses. "Fuck, fine." He whispers, hands moving up the expanse of my thighs to rest on my ass, gently pulling me against him. I moan as his hips jump against mine, the feeling making me stop my movements, my forehead resting against his shoulder. "I'm not rushing, but I am not cumming in my pants this time." He whispers with a laugh as I snort, my lips moving to find to his. Our moans mix between us as he hardens underneath me, the feeling making my head spin. My fingers wrap around the edge of my shirt, our lips briefly leaving each other's to pull it over my head. I sit up, his eyes trained on my chest, his jaw slacking once more. I chuckle nervously at his reaction, his eyes moving to look up at mine. "Oh so you're like evil evil." He chuckles, his body moving to sit up so our chests are pressed together. His hands move to rest on my waist, helping my hips move against his as he gasps. My fingers tangle in his hair as he kisses me senselessly, my thighs shaking and aching. I moan needily, my nails scratching against his scalp as he whimpers, head falling back.

"I need you, El." I whisper, my eyes fluttering over every emotion that passes over his face. His pupils are blown, lips are swollen and damp. His chest rises in heaves at my words, his head bobbing in a stunned nod.

We make quick work of kicking our sweatpants off, his ankles getting stuck as he falls back onto the bed with a laugh. I giggle, my lips finding his as an arm wraps an around my waist. He flips me over quickly onto my back, the breath leaving my lungs at the move.

"Fuck that was hot." I giggle breathlessly, his eyebrows raising teasingly at me. "See? We can do this." He nods, not needing any more convincing as he rests in between my thighs. Feeling him pressed against me, just flimsy layers of clothes separating us makes my mind fuzzy.

"Fuck you're so warm." He whispers, his forehead resting against mine as he peers down in between us. My thighs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him even more against me as he moans, my lips taking advantage of the moment. The kiss is messy as his hips stutter against mine, the movement completely out of his control at this point. I moan loudly at the feeling of him nudging against my clit, the fire in my belly growing. "Fuck, I need you." He whispers against my lips, my arms wrapping around his neck to claw at his back. "I love you. Fuck." I chuckle breathlessly, my reply coming out stuttered and slow. "You have zero clue how much I love you, Y/n." He leans away to look down at me, his eyes wide as I smile up at him. "Thank you, for wanting me, for loving me." He whispers sincerely, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks, my heart aching at his words.

"You never have to thank me for that. I'm gonna keep wanting and loving you, Elliot." I whisper, my fingers dancing over his cheek as he grins like an idiot. "Now, come on." I urge with a smile, my back arching off the bed as he laughs. His fingers reach around my back, his tongue poking out as he attempts to unlatch my bra. He struggles for a moment, his eyes closing in concentration until he finally gets it with a proud laugh. He pulls the material away from my body before pressing his lips to my chest, no hesitation. I moan loudly as his lips brush over my nipples, the skin heated and sensitive. My hips buck into his, his lips traveling down my sternum and to my stomach. "No, no, no. Come on, please." I whimper at his teasing, his eyes glimmering with mischief.

"Let me taste you." He whispers in a small plea, lips brushing against the tops of my panties. I whimper at the feeling, his fingers gently teasing against my thighs.

"I want you inside of me, please." I ask again, his lips gently pressing against my clit through my panties. My head falls against the mattress with a thump as I give in, a pleased moan leaving his lips.

"Gotta spend some time in between your thighs." He whispers, my knees bending as he flattens his tongue against me, humming quietly. My fingers thread through his hair as he sighs, his index finger pulling the clothing to the side. He gently blows against me, the heat radiating from me and the cold air making me shiver. "Plus, I can't guarantee I'll last long once we get this going." He chuckles, gently, his fingers pulling my underwear off of my body, tossing them to the floor as he hums. He crawls up my body, lips finding their home on mine as I moan. I ignore his movements, trying his best to crawl his way out of his boxers without interrupting our kiss.

Finally, after a few moments, he's successful. I feel him rest against me, bumping against my clit as he pulls away from me, his eyes burning into mine.

"I have a condom. In my bag." I whisper, his eyes widening with a laugh. He follows my instructions, leaning down to fish through my bag.

"You're a minx, you know that? All this time, I was like 'damn, I get to fuck my girl'. Nope. You had this planned. Between the condom and your matching set- fuck. You're the one fucking me." He mutters as he returns back to the bed, the condom between his fingers. I giggle at his words, my eyes fluttering shut as he opens the condom, slipping it onto himself. A few beats of silence go by, his lips press against my cheek as I sigh. "You'll tell me if it's too much?" He asks quietly, his thumb rubbing into my hip as I smile softly up at him.

"Of course." I whisper, my fingers gently running through his hair. "Don't feel bad if you finish and I don't." I add, his eyes rolling playfully as his cheeks warm.

"Either way, you're cumming. Whether that's around my dick or on my tongue." He whispers sweetly, his naughty words contradicting his tone. His fingers gently tease my entrance as I moan softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. I feel him gently position himself against me, my heart pounding in my ears as I grip onto his shoulders. "Shh." He whispers, gently placing kisses along my skin as he tucks himself into the crook of my neck. He slowly pushes into me, the sting of the stretch making me gasp. His hands gently rub my hips, trying his best to soothe me. "Ohhh fuck." He moans, his hips stilling as he bottoms out. I take deep breaths, tears pricking my eyes as he kisses my cheek softly. "Shit, are you okay?" He asks, his eyes finding mine in the dark room as I moan.

"Feels weird. Burns. In a good way, though." I let out a small laugh, the whimper leaving his lips making my walls flutter around him.

"Fuck you are so-" He cuts himself off, twitching inside of me as I moan. "So warm and- fuck- tight." He whispers, gently sucking on the sensitive skin of my neck. I relax into him, the feeling of his fingers gently kneading the skin of my breast making the pain die down a bit. He gently pulls out before thrusting back in, a moan leaving my lips at the feeling. The way that he seems to be filling me, make my legs tremble, moans leave my lips uncontrollably; that was hot on its own.

After a few minutes, the pain wears off, his thrusts speeding up. Our moans and whimpers mix in the room, his lips occasionally finding mine in a messy kiss. I'm completely soaked now, dripping around him and onto the bed below us. One of his hands travels down to wrap a hand around my thigh, hoisting it high on his hip as I squeal.

"That feel good?" He asks, my head throwing back as I moan loudly. "I'm taking that as a yes." He giggles happily, his thrusts deep and slow as I cling onto him. "Fuck, I'm not gonna last long." He whispers, the smile on my lips growing proudly. I know that either way I'm going to end up enjoying myself. Deciding to take things into my own hands, I clench around him, enjoying the way that he stutters out a whimper.

"You can cum, baby. I want you to." I whisper, my lips skimming against the shell of his ear. He moans loudly, hips pounding into mine as he grips my waist.

"K-Keep talking." He whimpers, face tucked safely into the crook of my neck. His shoulders strain deliciously as he gasps, fingers fisting the sheet next to me.

"Come on, Elliot. Please." I whisper, my fingers gently pulling at his hair as he topples over the edge with a loud groan, his hips thrusting a few more times before slowing their pace. Quiet whimpers leave his lips, his back heaving with strained breathes. The room is quiet, my fingers gently raking through his curls, the other hand rubbing circles between his shoulder blades as he rests his weight on me.

His hips rest between my trembling ones, still buried inside of me as he softens. I gently press kisses to his temple, his head shifting to press a kiss to my throat. No words are said, there's nothing to say. We sit in a comfortable silence, arms wrapped around each other. I can tell he's shy, his face not leaving my shoulder as I feel his eyelashes against my skin.

Men need aftercare too, right?

I gently run my fingers through his hair once more before moving to rest on his jaw, tilting his chin upwards. I look down at the sleepy boy, his eyes blinking slowly, a shy smile on his lips.

"You okay?" I whisper, his head nodding slightly as he sighs. "Sleepy?" I ask, a small hum leaving his lips as he closes his eyes, nuzzling into me once more. "Take the condom off and then you can go to sleep, bubs." I chuckle quietly, the boy groaning as he gently and slowly pulls out of me. As he disposes of the condom, I pull the blankets out from underneath me, holding them open as he finds his spot between my thighs again, resting his head on my chest.

"Love you." He mutters against my skin, his hand resting securely on my breast as his eyes close. I press a quick kiss to the top of his head, relaxing into his hold.

"Love you too, El."

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ch4nb4ng · 3 years

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Evil Roommate

pairing: leeknow x afab!reader, roommates enemies to lovers

warnings: softdom!lino, cheating (mentioned), making out, grinding, oral (f receiving), fingering penetration, cum play (?), praise

requested : yes!

word count 6.2k

summary: the new roommate was a handful. lazy, disrespectful, arrogant, and a whole bunch of other negative things. but wow, you were sexually frustrated and he, well, attractive, was an understatement.

“Can you actually like, wash your kitchen utensils when you're done using them?”

The amount of huffing and puffing you have heard from your new roommate in the past two weeks was ridiculous. If you had a dollar for every time he had gone against anything you had politely asked for, you would be rich by now, and definitely stable enough to move out and away from him.

“I will,” he mumbled, mouth stuffed with half of the carrot he was chewing on, very loudly, “can I not enjoy my food first?”

“No,” you replied without hesitation, giving the fakest of smiles in return, “you should do it before you eat.”

Another eye roll from Minho was like water off a duck’s back.

“I'd also appreciate it if you didn’t talk to me with your mouth full of food either.”

“What the fuck is your problem?”

You coughed, turning on your hills to face a very unimpressed roommate. His stare was eye shattering. Yes, he was very, no, extremely good looking. However, every single thing that made up his personality could not be more different to you. Sloppy, messy, lazy. Took no responsibility for any of his actions, especially the high pitch noises (that obviously were not his) you would hear from his room in the early hours of the morning. You would pinch your pillow together, praying extremely hard that the noise would stop, and by the time it did, you would get maybe 2, 3 hours of sleep. College was becoming tiring, not only from staying up to complete assessments, but the lewd noises you could hear from at least 2 people in his room. Your blunt attitude towards Minho’s unhygienic and disrespectful habits were definitely justified.

“What are you talking about?”

“Why do you nitpick everything I do?”

Your jaw dropped, completely dumbfounded.

“Me? Nitpicking you? Please,” you scoffed, “you don't clean up after yourself ever, you leave your dirty clothes everywhere, and don't even get me started on the fact that I barely get any sleep because of your wild sex adventures with other people that occur almost every weeknight, when you know I have to wake up early to go to class next day.”

A combination of frustration and exhaustion could be heard through the harshness of each breath. The smirk that appeared on his face was absolutely punch worthy. What on earth was there to be so cocky of?

“My wild sex adventures,” he paused taking a bite of the dreaded carrot, “please, tell me more about my wild sex adventures.”

His tongue was now obviously pressed against his cheek, a devil coated smile still very apparent on his face. The longer he was looking at you like that, the hotter your cheeks became. Pure anger began to course through you; all he had to do was sit there and look pretty. It was definitely enough for you to get the green light to slap him across the face.

“Shut the fuck up,” you hissed, “I don’t need to explain how I can hear them moaning your name every night, or the banging I hear from wall to-”

“Hmm,” he hummed, “you seem to be listening very well.”

Distracted by your anger for a brief moment, you gasped suddenly, feeling Minho’s fingertips at your sides. You turned around, swatting his hands away, giving him that slap that you felt you had earned across the face.

“Who the fuck said you could touch me?

“Did you just fucking slap me?”

“Yes I fucking did,” you spat, “what do you take me for?”

“You know what you’re right, but you walk around here with a stick up your ass. I hear you on the phone to your friends, complaining about how you don't get any action from anyone.”

You stood there in disbelief. “So you’ve been eavesdropping on my convos as well?”

“Well it’s kind of hard not to hear, you know, the walls in this house are kind of thin.”

Your jaw clenched, his eyebrows furrowed, the conversation was at a stand still.

“Can you get to the point please?”

“I sure can sweetheart,” the name sending a shiver down your spine, “if you're that sexually frustrated, go and do something about it instead of taking it out on me?”

A laugh that you didn't even know you were capable of bellowed from your chest. You stumbled back, grabbing onto stool behind the bench for support.

“Me? Sexually frustrated? Please,” you huffed, “I’m not sexually frustrated, and it definitely has nothing to do with you.”

Another scoff escaped your lips as you shuffled back to your room. Closing the door behind you, a heavy sigh came from your chest as you sat on the edge of your bed. How on earth was he able to read you like that? So well and so accurate? It was all you could think about, not to mention the fact that it was also night time simultaneously.

You let your body fall onto your bed sheets. The feeling of restlessness was consuming your body. As you crawled into bed, you looked straight into the ceiling. Why were you thinking about his words so much? Were you really taking it out on him? You shook your head, mentally slapping yourself for even considering the thought.

Minho was a lazy slob who was extremely inconsiderate of others, especially you. But why was the thought of his fingers on your sides becoming the main source of agitation.? The silence of your thoughts was deafening, but they were easily interrupted as soon as you heard the door open, a high pitched voice followed what felt like the most ludicrous creek you had ever heard. ‘I should really put some oil on the door huh?’ You paused for a couple of seconds, this time physically face palming yourself for the dumb excuse you had made to see who he had decided to bring over to accompany him tonight. Legs completely ignoring your brain, you were out of bed, hand twisting the knob and peeking a look at the poor girl that would be subjected to Minho’s torture tonight. Tip toeing out of the doorway, you kept the weight of a feather on your toes, making yourself as invisible as possible.

“Y/n?”

Your pink panther stance of attempted deception looked utterly ridiculous and not sly at all was extremely confusing to the two. You quickly relaxed into a normal stance, the fakest of smiles coming across your face as you see who it is he brought home to have his way with.

“Chaeyeon… heyyy,” you lingered, “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

You would have been happy with literally anyone else. But Chaeyeon? Chaeyeon? It’s like she was your number one arch rival. Minho knew how much you hated her, yet he still let her come over. Everything about her you could not stand, not to mention the fact that she home wrecked your last serious relationship. Even though it was a while ago, you can forgive but not forget, her face being a constant reminder of your hurtful past.

“Oh hey Y/N,” she almost signed, her amount of excitement to see you matching yours, “I didn’t know you lived here.”

The arm he had around her waist made you sick.

“There’s a lot of things you don't know about me,” you mumbled, foot swaying back and forth, eyes focused on said foot.

“Okay, so you guys have had a little reunion,” Minho interrupted. Anything would have been better to break the awkward silence than his sarcastic comments, “we’re gonna go to my room now.”

“NO!” you interjected, covering the hallway with every bit of your being, “I mean, what’s the rush huh? Changbin is coming over as well.”

You paused, Minho’s face clearly cussing you out if yelling was inappropriate at this current moment.

“Uh no thanks Y/N-”

“We should all hang out!”

The excitement coming from your voice was so inauthentic, it was hard to miss.

“Yeah! Let’s all hang out,” you walked behind them, placing a hand on each of their backs and you hurried them to the couch, “I’ll get some beers in the fridge.”

“I actually only drink vodka,” Chaeyeon yawns, obnoxiously twirling her hair, her other hand aggravatingly high on his thigh.

“Oh that’s totally fine,” you gritted through tightly clenched teeth, “we have a bottle in the fridge, I’ll grab that for you as well.”

You scuffled back over to the fridge, mentally cursing yourself as you grabbed the necessary beverages. The confusion you were giving yourself about why you were putting in so much effort to spend time with the two people you literally hated more than anything was mind baffling

“So,” you began again, passing a Corona to Minho, a glass to Chaeyeon, “how have you been finding your course so far?”

You sat the Smirnoff and Orange juice on the table. Yes, you were being nice, but not nice enough to pour the drink for this bitch.

“Oh it was so great,” she smiled, “Jisung and I were living together, it was, well, a dream really.”

The feeling of your nails became prominent in your fists as your fingers caved in. The mention of his name was enough to make you see red, let alone the idea of them being happily together. The itch of your eye begging to roll was becoming too prominent, so much that you had to get up and walk away for a second. You stood up abruptly, confusion etched into Minho’s features. You didn’t want to make this a big deal, but the fact that she continued to gloat about it, long after you stopped listening was enough to reach your breaking point.

“I think I heard my phone ringing from my room, it must be Changbin.”

“I don't think I hear anything,” Minho smirked, plastering his lips on the edge of the bottle. The way his lips wrapped around the tip of the warm glass was something you ‘accidentally’ became fixated on. You puffed your cheeks, storming to your room and somewhat aggressively shutting the door behind you. Scrambling for your phone on the bedside table, you panicked, unclear mind as you scrolled through your phone contacts. You paused, an inducing amount of oxygen filling up your lungs. It did little to calm the irritated tingling sensation in your fingers.

Changbin’s name had finally popped up on your phone after what had felt like a lifetime.

“Hello?”

His voice was husky, guilt panging your chest as you realsied you had probably woken him up from his not very often deep slumber.

“Changbin,” you gasped, “you know how much I love you right?”

“What do you need me to do?”

You snickered at his words. He had been your friend for too long to know that those words would never be said unless you needed something.

“Can you come over,” you pleaded, “Chaeyeon is here with Minho because he invited her over late at night, and I told them you were coming over?”

“Jesus Y/n,” Changbin sighed, a playful chuckle tickling your cheek, “so you want me to come over and make Minho jealous?”

“Wait no wtf,” you jumbled, “make Minho jealous? I just want you to flirt with me and Chaeyeon so she leaves.”

“Mhm yeah,” he chuckled once more, voice laced with sarcasm as he spoke, “I’ll come over, but if you don't sleep with him by the end of the night, I’m gonna be extremely disappointed.”

“Yeah okay whatever just get your ass over here now.”

And with that you abruptly ended the phone call, Changbin giving you no peace of mind. Were you this easy to read by everybody? A frustrated sigh exploded from your chest. The games your head and your heart were playing with were helping you come to no resolution. You sat on your bed, thoughts were running crazy. Now would be a really great time to just put on Netflix and curl into bed, have some snacks and fall asleep, chip trail on ur chest to be found in the morning.

You were interrupted by the very loud knock on the door. Sprinting like your life depended on it, you were relieved. Seeing Changbin’s face had never before given you so much joy.

“Changbin,” you shouted, wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.

“Y/n what are you doing-”

“Shut up and go along with it,” you mumbled into his chest, letting up, but still keeping your body tightly wounded against his. Minho’s jaw became clenched, or were you just imagining things?

Regardless of what it was, your brain quickly shifted to the way Chaeyeon was eyeing Changbin up and down, almost like it was the first time she had ever seen an attractive male. ‘She definitely wasn’t looking at Minho like that when he walked in’ you thought, an unconscious smirk coming to mouth. You bit down on your bottom lip, an extremely poor attempt at masking the satisfaction of your goal being achieved so easily. One step closer to kicking her out, for good, because there was no way you weren’t talking to Minho after this about making an explicit declaration of her abandonment from this house.

“Minho,” he smiled, earning a nod, “Chaeyeon,” he smirked, an almost gag spilling out of your mouth.

“Changbin,” she followed, repeating his smirk, “long time no see.”

She gulped, engulfing a large sip of alcohol into her wicked mouth.

“Let’s play a game!”

“A game,” you questioned, raising an eyebrow, “why would we play-”

“I think that’s a great idea!”

You turned to look at him, a puzzled expression still very apparent on your facial features.

“Get the vodka out from the fridge, and let’s get started.”

***

Two bottles of vodka down, and what looked like 8 bottles of Corona sitting empty on the table, the games that were being played were becoming more difficult to comprehend. Sound of giggle and laughter constantly filled the room as everyone slowly began to lose their minds to the intoxication.

“O-okay, never have I e-ever, done a sexual act in public.”

Filters of chuckles and laughter filled the room as everyone, but you took a sip.

“What?” she asked, offering you her fake sympathy, “you’ve never done anything like that before?”

“I-I mean,” you stuttered, the look of confusion was evident, “I don’t think I have-”

“Yes you have.”

All eyes were snapped open and pressing into Minho’s skull as he began to converse.

“Pfft, no I have not,” you scoffed, taking another swig. An eye roll left came from Minho, followed by a sound of what seemed to be disgust as he shot gunned his current bottle.

“Yes you have,” he nagged, playfully hitting your shoulder, “I saw you.”

Complete silence fell over the room as he words lingered in the air. You genuinely had no idea what he was talking about.The feeling of the room had suddenly changed. His eyes became soft, fixated on nothing but the way your body slumped against the rough material of the couch.

Your mind began to drift. Thoughts floating into earlier scenes of the night. The closeness of his breath fanning your neck ever so softly, palms spread across your hips. The idea of marks on you swimming into your head. God that would feel so good. Letting him grab you and throw you onto his bed. Climbing up your frame, starting from the bottom of your legs, keeping a tight grip on your inner thighs. The feeling of faint lips stealing every inch of your being, tantalisingly hitting every, single, spot, finally reaching your-

“Y/N? Y/N!”

The feeling of Changbin's shaking your shoulders definitely brought you back to reality. His hands did feel nice, but they weren’t the ones you were longing for. Your head was thrown back, disbelief filling you as your mind continued to fill the gutter.

“When?”

As you moved closer, you giggled, placing your finger tip across his knee. You let them dance, index fingers tapping away at the skin you so desperately wanted to see in this moment.

“Mr. Lee Minho, when did you see me?”

“I’m not saying it here in front of-”

“Who? Chaeyeon?”

Your prowling continued, bodies even closer as you slowly began to climb him like an inanimate object. This would have been completely awkward sober. Nothing about this was romantic in the slightest. To an outsider, or Changbin and Chaeyeon, you were right there, situated across Minho’s lap. It wasn’t quite a straddle, it was just something. They both stayed quiet, paying little attention to your animalistic act, already focused on feeling each other up. Or so you assumed, seeing as they didn’t say anything. All that was heard was the sound of the front door. You snapped your head for a quick moment, eyes scanning the emptiness the room suddenly felt.

“It was in the car.”

Minho’s words felt heavy, like he had more to say.

“The car?”

You were taken aback, face moving away from the closeness of his. Part of your brain clicked, remembering exactly what he was talking about. With Jisung. The memory of hurt was quickly forgotten as the feeling of Minho’s palms spread across your body was bringing you to life. The adrenaline came all at once. Your mind was telling you to move away, but your body was saying something else, affirming it’s position.

Minho was leaning in, barely any spaces between the two as his fingertips began to spread lower and lower, firmly gripping either side of your ass as he moved you closer. A helpless whimper escaped your lips as you felt your legs tighten, heat running down to your core, quickly. What the fuck was happening right now?

“You were on top of him,” he whispered, pulling your hips against him once more, “just like this.”

“F-fuck,” was all that managed to slip out of your lips. This was becoming difficult. So difficult to say no and move away. You knew it was the right thing to do. Things would just be awkward and you could go back to hating him. No matter how much you tried, how much you wanted to, you were powerless. Every fiber of your being was being given up to him. You leaned in closer, foreheads now touching as you looked at him. His gaze was anything but lacklustre as his jaw became tense. His body began to ache simultaneously with yours. The pressure was becoming too much.

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

A small whine escaped you at the loss of his tips gripping your body. They quickly made their way to either side of your face. Your body began to rock back and forth on it’s own. You had become desperate for any sort of friction that you could create.

“I said, do you want this?”

“Do you?”

His expression made you nervous. It was hard to read. All you could see was the black substance of his pupils enlarge, increasing in diameter by the second. Almost like a supernatural being was possessing him.

“Fuck,” you grunted, wrapping your hands around his neck to steady yourself on top of him, “you’re making it hard to say no.”

Things were already becoming hazy the longer you stayed. A huff of frustration came from him as he was giving all his effort not to give into the way you were rubbing your dampening heat against him. It was like a drug he could not refuse.

“Kiss me if you want me.”

He huffed, the edge of his lips just barely brushing against the tip of your nose.

“Kiss me, and give me the green light.”

You waited a moment, any part of your brain that wasn't concentrated solely on his palms digging into your sides trying to reason. You looked at him once more. His eyes, nose, lips. His lips.

“Fuck it.”

He was quick to work, pushing you down to lie flat against the couch. A small kiss to your lips was felt as he pulled away, lifting his arms up and throwing his shirt to the floor at Usain Bolt pace. The smirk on your face was too easy for him not to see.

“You like what you fucking see don’t you?”

“Just shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

Of course. Of course he was still that arrogant cocky motherfucker that you could not stand. The one who never cleaned up after himself. Or took too long in the shower for the hot water to run out. All of these evil perceptions you had of your roommate were disappearing as his lips were gently placed onto yours. It was a little too slow for your liking, but it was deep. Boy, was it deep. Each movement of his tongue was made with so much precision as he lowered himself onto you. His thighs were clenched, a soft groan could be heard against his lips as his groin pressed into you. Holy fuck, were you really doing this? It was so wrong. Everything in the world was saying to stop, stop this.

“Mm- wait,” you paused your hands on his chest to push him away, “wait.”

A flash of panic waved over his eyes as he quickly jumped off of you, face palming the floor.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Are you-”

“I’m fine,” you interjected, giggling at the never been seen care and caution he had for you, “I just don’t think we should do this.”

“Oh,” was all he could say. You kept your gaze lowered; looking at him would have made you feel so guilty. The feeling of regret started to seep into your bones, but you couldn't tell: was it regret of this ever happening, or was it regret from stopping? Your head was too muddled to even attempt to comprehend what had just appended. The only sound that could be heard was your scuffed footsteps, quickly pacing back to your room and shutting the door, hard. The loudest sigh known to earth could be heard on the opposite side of the room as you let your body collapse. The ache between your legs was growing by the second; and as much as you tried to suppress the feeling of Minho’s lips on yours, fingertips dragging along your sides. No. It was much easier this way. Setting boundaries as roommates seemed to be a better idea for the long run.

But the long run was boring. You would both have to pretend that this never happened. Having other people over for sexual purposes would just be awkward now; the more you thought about it, the realisation, and the jealousy hit that you had already crossed said boundary. And maybe that’s why your feet had dragged you to the front of his bedroom door. How the fuck did you get here? You brought your knuckles to the wooden frame, door becoming slightly ajar as you gently knocked. Minho’s snapped his head around, covering himself quickly as you walked in. You cocked your eyebrow, a face of confusion apparent on your face.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” he huffed, turning back to his previous position, “what do you want?”

You wanted to just walk out. Mind your business and just leave. But it was hard, quite literally. The imprint of what you assumed to be Minho’s naked lower half painfully pressing into the sheer sheets that was covering him. He paid you no more attention, giving you all the power to initiate whatever it is you wanted to initiate. You slowly crept in beside him, nuzzling your head into the back of his neck as he groaned in annoyance.

“Y/n, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?”

“Hmm, I think I changed my mind,” you whispered, reaching around to grab him. A blunt hiss escaped Minho’s lips as your action made him turn around. He was so close to you now. So close that you could feel his breath spreading across your left cheek.

“Are you being serious right now?”

The look on his face was unimpressed to say the least.

“Yeah, I mean,” your voice was calm as your hand began to take flight, sliding down to the base of his shaft, “we’ve already crossed the line, let’s go a little further.”

“Oh yeah?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm. He grabbed you by the wrist that was currently on him, pulling it away and climbing on top of you. Both hands now leaving his side, securely attached onto both wrists as he pinned them down above your head. Nose clumsily tickling yours as he reattached his lips to yours. The feeling of his lips was much softer and calmer than before, almost like he was protecting you. Wanting to keep the moment so delicate, though the way his bare hips involuntarily grinding against your clothed core was far from it. A soft whimper came from your lips, vibrating against his. A soft chuckle was heard from Minho as he pulled away; it made you nervous. To be more specific, the way that arrogant, mischievous smirk that you knew all too well was spread across his face.

“You’re so responsive to me,” he growled, quickly planting another one on your lips before sliding down to your jaw, then your neck, stopping at your chest. Nothing needed to be said as you quickly discarded your shirt, silently thanking your past self for not wearing any underneath. Minho situated himself in front of your now bare chest, waist sitting against your heart as he took one nipple into his mouth, fingers enclosing around the other. A loud whine left your lips, back arching in reaction to him. He looked up, satisfied filling his body as you weren’t able to return his gaze, head already rolled all the way back as he continued his playful assault.

“It’s so cute,” he mumbled between kisses, “so responsive and I’ve barely done anything.”

His lips travelled down the center of your stomach, dipping dangerously closer to where you wanted him most. His continuous rhythm between kisses was immaculate. Any of the incoherent sounds you made, or the crude remarks he made were left unsaid.

“Fuck,” you hissed, painfully throbbing at the way Minho played with the waistband of your panties.

“Not fun to be teased y/n,’ he paused, making sure you were looking at him, “is it.”

A pang of guilt hit your chest for a moment. I mean, it’s not like you did it on purpose, right?

“Minho I’m-”

“Save it,” he scoffs, “whether you did it on purpose, or not, I’m not gonna let you have it so easily.”

His fingers stopped their performance across your hips, continuing a little lower than before. The smirk came to his lips once more, index finger running down your slit. The friction was fierce, but not fierce enough. You wanted, no, you needed more. All he could do was smile at your mercy.

“So fun to tease darling, but you’re gonna have to be more vocal if you want these panties off.”

“Minho please,” you whined, “for fucks sake.”

You bucked your hips forward, desperate for any more contact from the bare minimum he was giving you.

“That doesn’t sound very nice to me.”

“Minho please, please, please,” you whispered, voice becoming super weak, “fuck me, or finger me, anything please, I need to feel you.”

“Now that’s more like it,” he smiled, finally pulling your panties down. You have never lifted your hips faster in your life. The vulnerability of your naked body was somewhat confronting, but your brain was so fogged out from the immense teasing, you cared little.

“Fuck,” he gasped, spreading you effortlessly with two fingers, “you’re so wet for me, aren't you?”

The heat in your cheeks rose as you became embarrassed at his words. Minho didn’t know this, but feeling humiliated was something that could make you cum on the spot. Words intended for insult went through your ears and straight down to the core, the heat becoming like an intense fire igniting in your body as one of his hands moved along your inner thigh, the other gently beginning to circle around where you needed him most.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “oh my god Minho please, more.” Your voice was becoming needier by the second, but the longer it went on, the less you seemed to care. His tongue was now a factor coming into play, small kitty licks lapping your clit at a suddenly fast pace. Your legs are already trembling, but Minho does more to appease, hooking his arms under and around your thighs to stop the flustered look on your face. It was confronting how quickly he was getting you to your high.

“Please,” you sighed, eyes hazed as you attempted to look down at the way his tongue was on you. The combination of him sucking on your clit, then pushing it through your entrance almost made you scream. However, the noises that came from your mouth were small, heavy pants, progressively getting louder and louder the tighter the knot in your stomach became.

“Do you wanna cum princess?” His voice was whiny, mocking the tone you had used earlier. You nodded ferociously, knowing any attempt to speak would come out horse or just broken.

“Such a good girl,” he purred, replacing his tongue with two fingers, “but if you want to cum, you’re gonna have to beg for it once more.”

“You’re such a fucking dick,” you groaned, an attempt of grinding your center onto Minho’s fingers failing miserably, “you’re being so unfair.”

“I’m unfair?” he scoffed, beginning his digits back to a bare minimum pace, “you’re the one

who was teasing me all night. I know Changbin is like, your best friend so there was no chance you were bringing him back to fuck him. Then you start to kiss me, hard and fast may I add, AND THEN ! you aren’t sure and you leave me to pretend like nothing happened.”

There was no witty comeback you could say in response because he was right. You were the one who has done the teasing for most of the night.

“You looked so fucked out right now baby,” his tone coming back to a calming medium, “begging for me to make you cum, which I can do right now,” he paused, climbing back to your side, lifting your left leg to continue his easy access to ur clit, “or you can beg even more to have my cock inside of you. The choice is yours.” You swallowed, hard. How could he say something so filthy? Out of all the times you had heard him bring other girls over, he would never talk like this. It was always so nice and calm, full of praise and compassion. Maybe they didn’t act like cock teases and let him just have what he wanted.

“C-cock,” you mumbled, pushing your backside against his now pulsating cock, “please give your cock sir.”

“Ooo sir, I like that one, but you’re gonna have to do more if you want me to fill you up princess.”

Words were becoming extremely hard to not only facilitate in your mind, but put them on your tongue and get out to him. He knew this. He knew your were on the brink of collapsing in cum, but the torture was too entertaining for him nonetheless. Although you're frustrated with him was increasing, you couldn’t lie to yourself that the way he was using you like a sex toy was turning you on. After being up his ass so long with rules around the house and how you wanted things done, it was nice to finally let go. Submit to his rules instead of yours.

“P-please Minho, sir’ you panted, head turning to look at the sadistic face of enjoyment he was having from this, “I’ll do anything, a-anything to have your cock inside of me right now.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Okay then tomorrow morning, you have to make me breakfast, AND wash my dishes.”

“Seriously,” you panted, “that’s what you're thinking about right now?”

“You said anything.” He shrugged, suddenly taking his fingers away from your dripping core. A gasp of disappointment came to your lips at the loss of delicious contact. Minho sat up, ducking under your leg, and positioning himself right back to where he was previously. However, this time, he was on his knees. Although you were touching it before, you really hadn't had a chance to look at how big it was: way more than what you expected. He stroked himself a couple of times, making sure not to get carried away with himself before he pushed it between your folds, letting his pre-cum mix with your juices. He slowly descended into you. Jaws dropping simultaneously, you gasped. The way he was stretching you out did burn a little bit, but once he was fully inside, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Minho waited until the look of slight discomfort faded from your features.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and he slowly pulled himself back out. He kept a consistent, yet slow pace as leaned in closer to you. He was now hovering over, letting his face become buried into the middle of your breasts. The feeling was so immaculate, you were desperate to cling onto something for support.

“Dig them into me,” he groaned, strangling his vocal cords, “dig your nails into my back and scratch me like your life fucking depends on it.”

Perfect. You did as he pleased, a loud moan of his name wrestling from your lips as you felt the red marks appear on his backside. The pressure from before was already building in your stomach again, and he could tell. The way you were super tight for him was one, but the way you were now clenching around him was another. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer if you kept doing that.

“Fuck,” was all you could manage to say, a deep grin plastered on his face.

“You’re close aren't you,” he cooed, attaching his lips to your neck, “talk to me baby, tell me what you're feeling.

“Mhm, yeah, fuck I’m so close baby. H-Harder.”

The pitch of your tone was becoming whinier by the second. To add to that, the way you became confused, as if Minho was a vampire, because the way he was sucking on your neck was kind of painful. Nevertheless, you relished in it, knowing too well that a very, very dark mark would replace his mouth. The idea of him showing his possession of you, knowing that he finally won you over did not make you happy, nonetheless, you were too fucked out to care.

Your legs were now pushed all the way back, pace fastening by the minute, allowing Minho to push even deeper into you. And that was it. Right there, the spot you had never even known was even there.

“Ah fuck!” Your moan was loud this time, completely unable to control anything. The smirk, in combination with the satisfied growl that left his lips was a face of pure ecstasy as he realised that he had finally hit your G-spot.

“Fuck that feels so fucking good,” Minho grumbled, “are you close? Because I think I’m gonna cum.”

It was like your stomach was an orchestra. Minho’s words were the conductor, completely controlling how close you were to your release.

“Y-yes,” you cried, “I’m gonna cum so hard right now.”

“You wanna cum baby?”

“Yeah.”

“You wanna cum right now?”

“Yes baby,” you pouted, a perplexity of sounds escaping your lips, completely out of your control.

“Cum on my cock princess,” Minho whispered through what sounded to be like pained groans, “be a good girl and cum with me inside of you.”

And there it was, like it was on queue as your body completely flopped, legs shaking and a string of lewd curse words fell from your lips. The way your pussy clenched around him was enough to make him pull out, spilling into the dip of your stomach. A loud breath of what seemed to be exhaustion fell from his lips. Your eyes were previously screwed so shut, it hurt when you opened them again, sensitive to the light.

“Fuck,” you both cursed simultaneously, making one another giggle. Minho fell to your left side, flat on his back as he invited you to scooch over next to him. Face pressed against his chest, fingers playfully dragging up and down his torso. For some reason, he felt so safe and secure at this moment. Almost forgetting how he literally just fucked you into oblivion, your eyelids become heavy. It wasn’t until Minho spoke that you were revived from your alternate state of consciousness once more.

“I didn’t know you had it in you.” His voice sounded genuinely surprised, unsure if you should be offended or not. You looked up at him, quickly pressing a kiss to his cheek. He wasn’t sure how to react, but the dark shade tinting his face right now said enough.

“Please,” you scoffed, “You did me good, but was that the best you can do?”

He ran his tongue across his bottom lip, but down on it after, “Is that a challenge?”

You said nothing, instead sitting up and pushing your legs on either side of his hips. A soft moan escaped his lips as he felt your still dripping heat sitting on the base of him.

“Why don’t you find out and see?”

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Arcane – Little Flower Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation

Silco x female!reader

Warning: 18+

SMUT/PiV/Suggestive Talk/Consume Of Alcohol/Hurt/Angst/Drunk Behavior

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Author's Comment:

I hope I was able to make up for some broken hearts out there concerning the last chapter. I'm completely overtired because I powered through the night again though, so I'm not sure if this is all making sense.

On Repeat While Writing: My Demons What Could Have Been Heathens

PS: Reblogging And Commenting Is Welcome!

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What Happened Before:

Little Flower

Little Flower Part 2 - Safe And Sound

Little Flower Part 3 - Cupidos

Little Flower part 4 - Before You Killed Me

Part 5 - Carried By Our Desolation

I can see you under a veil of memories She fades away We have lost our gravity

Black feathers in the storm Where will we fall? Will we ever be home? Let's let the wind decide Where we are going to fall Soaring to a destination

Black feathers in the storm We are right where we belong Carried by our desolation

Black Feathers – Lacuna Coil (I'm sooo in love with the last minute of this song)

Actually, Sevika was usually more like a tool, she carried out orders, let herself be led and subordinated to Silco. Since you left him, however, Silco was only a shadow of his former self. He fluctuated between extreme irritability and complete apathy, business slipping. Her boss suffered agonies she could barely comprehend and she hated to see him like that. Sevika often reached out to him without being asked, took some things into her own hands and he let it happen. Without her help, most of his businesses would have gone down the drain by now.

For a moment Sevika thought, if she hadn't told him that you were with Jinx, he would never have found out, then maybe the situation would be different. Then maybe he would have recovered after a few days. She couldn't say for sure, but as things stood now, circumstances were hanging in the balance, unfinished, unresolved, and it was gnawing at him.

Silco couldn't concentrate, for days you had disappeared, no one had seen you and the worry was driving him crazy. He never expected it, but being without you was almost unbearable. When you left, you had taken a part of him with you that he just couldn't function properly without. He hated unresolved things and he wanted you back. But even if he knew where you were, how could he approach you without scaring you off? How could he talk to you if you didn't want him to? But that was the least of his problems, because if you decided to actually listen to him, what would he say to you? He knew what he wanted to say, but he doubted that it would have the desired effect.

Silco found a waking moment and gave himself a mental ass-kicking, went to shower, put on fresh clothes, shaved, used aftershave. When he was about to put the bottle down again, he paused in his movement. You liked this aftershave very much, every time he used it sooner or later you clung to him to sniff and snuggle up to him. He saw it in his mind's eye and a sad smile played around the corners of his mouth. He would never have admitted it, not in front of you or anyone else, but at some point he had used it solely for that reason, when he craved your closeness and didn't want to ask for it, he had simply used that aftershave and attracted you like a moth to a flame. Each time you came to him, sat down on his lap at his desk, or snuggled up to him on the armchair, lay down in bed with him.Not infrequently, these situations ended with you making love and the thought evoked a tingling sensation that died away in the core, because shortly afterwards, Silco remembered that you were no longer with him.

When he left the office and walked past Sevika, she didn't ask any questions, she was just happy that he finally left his premises voluntarily for the first time in a long time. But when she followed him at some distance to keep an eye on him, he stopped, turned around and said with a sigh, "I want to be alone. You don't have to follow me."

Sevika reluctantly followed this request. Who knew what was going on inside him right now and what he was thinking of doing.

But she obeyed and watched him walk away.

Silco had decided to drop by Jinx's place, he hadn't seen her for days either, maybe he could console himself a little with his daughter's presence.

When he entered her realm, she was sitting at her table and drawing something. To his surprise, there was no loud music playing, everything was so quiet. When she heard his footsteps, she spun around, put down her pencil and stood up.

He smiled at her, but her look remained serious. A little surprised, he finally stopped in front of her.

"Nice of you to show up, too," she said dryly.

"I'm sorry. I've been... busy."

"Busy with what? Sulking?" she sneered.

When he looked at Jinx questioningly, and in surprise, she added, "Heard Y/N took off."

He gulped.

"By who?"

"Well by herself," Jinx replied dryly, stepping aside and pointing behind her.

There you were, curled up on a camp of masses of pillows, blankets and stuffed animals that Jinx had built for you, as a rest camp, as she called it.

The girl raised her finger to her lips and said, "Keep it down, she's sleeping. Been awake for three days straight, couldn't sleep. Earlier, she practically fainted into sleep. Has been a very restless sleeper so far. Nightmares I guess."

Silco felt his insides knot up, he guessed what you were dreaming about.

"Did she tell you what-"

"She didn't have to" Jinx interrupted him "Whenever I mentioned your name she collapsed and started crying. So we just stopped talking about you."

It felt like he had swallowed a thick stone. The look Jinx gave him was reproachful.

"It was a misunderstanding.... I..."

"I know you love her. No one knows you like I do, I saw it in your face a long time ago. Well, if you want to make things right with her, I have to tell you, honestly I don't see how."

Surprised and questioning, Silco sought his daughter's gaze.

"You took care of her?" he wanted to know.

Jinx nodded, "Of course. She's my friend, she's always there for me, so I'm there for her, that's how it works."

He smiled softly, the thought of the bond between you two, warmed his aching heart.

"That was very kind of you"

Jinx wanted to go because she needed to get some things for her next project. She told him he could stay here and take care of you, but only if he kept his hands off you and left when you asked him to.

He didn't want to argue with Jinx so he agreed and finally watched her leave.

Now he was alone with you.

He walked as quietly as he could over to your camp and sat down on a chair some distance away to watch you sleep. Silco's gaze fell on your neck, the dark marks still visible. It seemed to him like the memory of a bad dream, but unfortunately it was all too real.

He watched your steady breathing, the way your chest rose and fell, the way your eyelids fluttered in deep sleep. Every now and then he heard you mumble a few words, but he couldn't understand them. Silco got up from his chair and went much closer because he wanted to understand what you were saying.

In your dream it was dark, a few noises, a song you had often heard in Jinx premises rang in your memory. Quietly you sang the refrain: " Black feathers in the storm ...Where will we fall? Will we ever be home?..."

A smell distracted you, made you fall silent. Your heart beat fast, warmth and cold seized you at the same time as you recognized the smell, the aftershave.

"Silco," you murmured, startled half asleep as your eyes slowly opened.

You saw him in front of you, his face, and when you looked at him he seemed to recoil a little, as if you had startled him. At first you were not sure if you were still dreaming, but little by little you realized that he had found you, he was really here. Of course, you had expected it sooner or later. Staying with Jinx wasn't exactly a brilliant hiding place, although it did give you a few days of peace.

Heart pounding wildly, you straightened up into a sitting position, not taking your eyes off him for a second.

"Hello little flower," he spoke so softly with an expression that wanted to melt your heart.

But he had already fooled you once, you wouldn't let that happen again.

"What do you want?" you snapped with a critical look.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, "I've been looking for you. I miss you."

"Tough luck" you snorted laying down and turning over on your bed, turning your back on him.

If he wanted you dead, it didn't matter where you went or what you did, so you might as well show him what you thought of him right now. However, your guts filled with longing and sadness the more of his aftershave wafted to your nose. There were so many intense memories attached to that smell, beautiful memories.

"Y/N," he spoke softly, standing up and coming closer again, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

You felt the pillows shift a little as he settled down. He was breathing heavily, as if he were nervous.

"Please tell me what I can do to help you forgive me."

With a gulp you said, "There's nothing you can do, I don't want to forgive you."

Whispering in a breaking voice he pleaded, "But I need you so much" a gesture that was very uncharacteristic, Silco never openly admitted weaknesses, at least not like this.

Your throat felt tighter as you tried to swallow again.

"I can't," you replied just as quietly.

"Please, I'll do anything you want, absolutely anything."

He took a deep breath and said, "Please look at me, at least this one more time."

You hesitated, but he waited patiently. You finally turned to him, but didn't look him in the face, you stared at an imaginary point somewhere next to him. He could see your face, so he'll have to be satisfied with that for now.

"I'm so incredibly sorry," he said softly, gently taking one of your hands in his.

Your hand trembled and he gently stroked the back of your hand in soothing circular motions.

"Please don't be afraid, I will never hurt you again, ever, I swear," he said seriously.

"You've already broken that promise twice," you spoke softly, avoiding his gaze.

He gritted his teeth and kept silent, he knew you were right and he didn't know what to say back. What was his promise worth if he had already broken it several times. How could he convince you that he was serious?

After a while you pulled your hand out of his with a heavy heart. He looked at you like a beaten dog. You had seen that look before, when you had left him a few days ago.

You straightened up, grabbed your pants and slipped them on, then your socks and your boots. He watches you anxiously as you do so. Silco didn't want you to leave, to leave him again.

He stood up and asked you cautiously, "Where are you going now?"

You shrugged your shoulders and answered truthfully, "I don't know."

"Then come home," he asked you gently, stepping closer.

The fine hairs on the back of your neck stood up.

"You are wearing the aftershave" you spoke softly without responding to his request "But it won't work this time"

Silco looked as if something was stuck a crosswise in his throat.

"What do you mean?" he asked after clearing his throat awkwardly.

Finally, you did look at him again.

With a melancholy smile, you looked at him and explained, "I'm more observant than you think, I noticed what you were doing. You're not particularly approachable and you don't like to ask for things. Approaching me when you simply longed to be near me was difficult for you. When you noticed how much I like your aftershave, you used it" with a soft laugh you added, "In fact, I manipulated you that way".

Silco's head tilted to the side questioningly, "I don't understand."

"I like the aftershave, yes. But I acted on it so intensely, so obviously, for you to notice, I practically foisted the idea on you, on purpose, because I knew what you are like."

To your surprise, he smiled.

"Clever, I'll give you that. I seriously underestimated you."

After a short pause, he addressed you again, "When I asked you what you did with Jinx, you were about to lie, I knew that right away... that's why I thought... why did you want to lie to me?"

With a sad sideways glance, you looked at him.

"We were working on a gift for you, I was afraid to mess up the surprise".

Silco sat down on the chair he had been sitting on before and slumped. Such a harmless, innocent lie, probably the most innocent that had ever happened to him. And he had almost killed you over it.

"A gift?" he asked very quietly, not daring to look at you.

You felt the burning behind your eyes, behind the bridge of your nose, but you had cried so much in the last few days that no more tears would come.

"Yes. Jinx thought it was a great idea and wanted to be involved, so we worked something out together. Today we would have handed it over to you."

He sighed and mumbled, "Oh yeah, my birthday, I forgot".

"You should give him the present" said Jinx who suddenly stood behind you, you hadn't even heard her come back.

She pressed an ornate metal box into your hands.

"I had it made according to our plans," Jinx enlightened you "I thought.... maybe you guys would make up"

"I wish it were that simple, Jinx" you said quietly, but finally held the box out to Silco.

The girl stepped from one leg to the other, looking so strangely vulnerable and unsettled that your gaze automatically turned to her.

But Silco's voice drew your attention back to him.

"This is, magnificent..." he spoke breathlessly, holding the finished revolver in his hands "Wonderful design, perfect craftsmanship"

"You can't leave us!" it suddenly bubbled out of Jinx.

Silco as well as you looked at her in surprise.

"I won't leave you, Jinx" you assured her "It doesn't matter what happens between Silco and me, I won't abandon you, I will always be there for you"

The girl's gaze wandered back and forth between you, tears streaming down her face.

"But it's not the same! Now everything is different. You are always sad and tired and absent"

"That... is just a phase, it will pass", you tried to reassure her.

Jinx head wheeled around to Silco, "This is all your fault!"

He swallowed and finally said calmly, "I know."

„Then do something, make her stay!“

"That's what I'm trying to do"

"Doesn't look like it," Jinx growled, wiping her face and sitting down at her work table.

In the next days you were sometimes here, sometimes there. You visited Jinx in between out of concern that she might really think you were leaving her alone. She was always happy about your visits and you had fun together. But there was always a strange bitter aftertaste after each visit. In the meantime you missed Silco very much, despite everything that had happened. In a way you could understand his overreaction, after the life he had lived, it was obvious, but still, the fear that it could happen again when you went back to him was there. It was so unhealthy and wrong, but you longed for him, for this strange, dark man with the hidden soft side you had come to know.

One night your way led you to his club, The Last Drop, you knew he was probably sitting in his office one floor up, this knowledge tingled strangely under your skin as you immediately ordered a whole bottle of whiskey, scotch to be exact. When you went to pay the bartender, he shook his head.

"It's on the house."

Your brows shot up.

"A whole bottle?"

The man nodded.

"Orders from the boss, if you show up here, it's all on the house for you".

You laughed in disbelief and finally said, "Fine, I'll get drunk today".

You heard a deep, raspy, feminine laugh, then Sevika appeared next to you, sitting down on the bar stool close to you.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, winking mischievously at you a cheeky glint in her gray eyes.

Automatically you beamed at her, even Sevika you had missed.

"Be my guest!" you said delightedly and asked the bartender for two glasses.

You filled both and toasted her.

Sevika looked at you, her fingertips sliding to your collar and pulling it a bit to the side.

"It looks better already. How do you feel?"

Questioningly, you looked at her.

"Did Silco tell you what happened?"

"Told me?" snorted Sevika "I was there. I revived you."

All the color drained from your face.

"What?"

Sevika looked at you in a state of surprise.

"Y/N I heard noise and came to check, there you were in the tub, Silco above you, you weren't moving, not breathing. Silco was completely out of it, so I pulled you out of the tub and resuscitated you, CPR and stuff, I saw it on the docks once"

"I... I was really dead?" it came hoarsely from your lips "I thought...I thought I just passed out, I thought it just felt like....I thought I was unconscious..."

You felt a little nauseous, but you swallowed and fought it.

"I owe you" you interrupted yourself to clear your throat "I owe you one, thank you Sevika."

The broad-shouldered woman shrugged her shoulders and flashed an unfamiliar gentle smile.

"That's all right," she replied simply.

"Yes" you mumbled "Today I'm definitely going to get drunk".

You longed for a numbing of all the emotions that had just been stirred up inside you again. Glancing at Sevika, you flashed your bravest little smile and said, "Let's drink."

The bottle became emptier and emptier and Sevika and you became jollier and jollier. Unexpectedly, you were having fun. You sang along with one song or another, told each other jokes and anecdotes. You had never had such a relaxed conversation with her.

Suddenly Sevika said abruptly, calmly and seriously: "Silco is suffering. He would never admit it directly, but it's true. He's getting broken little by little because you're not with him anymore".

Her words brought you down from your drunken high, caught you ice cold.

"How is that my problem?" you asked defiantly.

Sevika sighed, "Don't act like you don't care, I know you do."

Your jaw muscles worked visibly before you said, "But I don't want to care."

"I know" she said unusually gently "I don't blame you either. But you're suffering just as much and ignoring that only does more damage"

Surprised, you looked at her.

"Since when did you become so empathetic?"

Sevika laughed, "Honestly? Since I met you."

"Then I've been a good influence on you".

Again the woman on the bar stool next to you laughed.

"Well, sometimes I think so too" she admitted.

"All right. Yes, I miss him, a lot and I hate myself and him for it, sometimes"

After a sigh, you asked, "Is he in his office?"

Sevika nodded.

"Is he alone?"

Another nod.

Probably this was a stupid idea, you were not extremely drunk, but still quite drunk. Nevertheless, you walked up the stairs and across the floorboards towards the office door while the music in the club blared behind you. You felt shaky but also psyched, you wanted to do something, had to do something. In any case, it couldn't go on like this. On impulse you giggled and thought why not take advantage of the situation, you were drunk enough to make him a little nervous without being afraid of him. They didn't say drunks often felt bulletproof for nothing.

You pushed his office door open without knocking. Silco was sitting behind his desk over some papers, his head shot up, an angry expression on his face that immediately softened when he realized who had come rumbling into his office. You threw the door into the lock behind you with a bang. Wide-eyed, he looked at you.

"Honey! I'm home!" you exclaimed, giggling at your own silliness.

Maybe you were a little drunker than you thought after all.

He raised his brows questioningly, not really sure how to react or what to say, his heart racing in his chest but playing it cool.

"Are you drunk?"

You made a deliberative hand gesture and said "Pretty much, not as much as I'd like to yet but I'm getting there."

Silco looked at you, not quite sure if he should be happy, worried or angry to see you right now. His gaze followed you as you went to his private bar and poured yourself a glass of scotch. You took a sip, then said surprisingly seriously without looking at him, "I miss you."

His heart leapt. He had longed for these words so much in silence.

You heard him stand up and his footsteps approach. The fine hairs on the back of your neck stood up and when his hands touched your shoulders, goose bumps spread over your body.

"You don't have to" he said softly "Just stay here, with me".

You longed for him, for physical contact, for warmth, for just being with him again and part of you, hated yourself so much for that weakness.

"The aftershave, use it," you commanded him.

He paused for a moment, surprised.

"What are you waiting for?" you asked, turning to face him.

Silco blinked, he knew you were drunk and not quite yourself, yet, what he guessed you were up to, he just couldn't refuse, even though he probably had better not take advantage of the situation.

He moved hastily toward the bedroom, turning once more to make sure you were still there, then disappeared through the door for a moment. When Silco returned, the smell of aftershave wafted around him like a damned temptation. You smiled, closed your eyes, and breathed in the scent.

He looked at your face, the expression in it, and his heart began to flutter. Seeing your beautiful face like that felt like pure happiness was coursing through his veins.

That smell. Again all the tender memories flashed and your heart began to dance. You heard him breathing and opened your eyes with a smile, meeting his gaze.

"You are nervous" you stated strangely satisfied.

"A little," he admitted softly, his hands reaching for your hips very slowly and tenderly.

When you didn't push him away he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's the first time I've ever seen you this nervous and that' because of me" you said grinning "I like that".

He laughed softly "You are.... overwhelming, one has to get nervous"

"Sit at the desk, light a cigar" you urged him.

He hesitated at first, but then complied with your request. You followed him to the desk, sat down on the tabletop in front of him, slipped off your boots and socks, and placed your bare feet on his chair to the left and right of his thighs.

Silco lit the cigar and took a drag, blowing the smoke into the air. As the smells combined, you smiled pensively.

"Why should I light a cigar?" he inquired curiously.

"It's the mixture" you explained dreamily "The aftershave, the cigar smoke, the smells together bring back fond memories".

He looked at you surprised, but he understood what you meant.

"It was like that the first time too" you said softly.

"Hmm?"

"When we... got close for the first time" you said lost in thought "You were sitting here with the aftershave on you, smoking a cigar. I came in with a tray of fruit"

A smile tugged gently at the corners of his mouth.

"I remember," he confirmed with a soft depth in his voice "Very vividly, in fact"

„You do?

He nodded slowly.

"I remember how the tender flesh of your sex felt on my lips and tongue that day, your smell, the taste of your sweet honey pot, little flower."

The thought made you feel warm between your thighs and your face warmed as well.

"Hmm, I remember the feeling, how nervous I was" you spoke softly.

He saw the expression on your face, put the cigar down in the ashtray and asked, "Do you want to feel that again, the touch?"

His hands trailed gingerly up your legs. Conveniently, you were wearing a skirt, just like the first time. His long fingers disappeared under the hem and gently stroked the bare skin of your thighs.

You nodded silently, excited and at the same time ashamed of the desire that was flaring up inside you.

"Really?" he asked a little breathlessly.

Another nod.

You bent forward and down to him, his hands gently cupped your face. When your lips touched, your eyes fluttered closed and fireworks exploded in your chest. The kiss was long and tender, with velvety strokes his tongue chased yours. He broke away from the kiss only briefly to whisper close to your lips, "I missed you so much."

The next moment his tongue was back in your mouth as he slowly stood up, coming closer, his pelvis between your thighs, his hands moving to the table top, his arms caged you in left and right of you. You kissed until you could barely breathe.

Finally, you leaned back a bit, leaning on your elbows as an invitation for him to go on.

He sat back in his chair, his healthy pupil dilated with desire. Silco wanted you, it was written all over his face, and it turned you on beyond belief.

His fingers deftly grabbed the waistband of your panties and pulled them down. The heart in his chest, throbbed hard against his ribs, he wasn't sure which of you was more nervous right now.

Silco slipped your panties off your hips, down your bare legs, your ankles and finally off your body. Like last time, he put the panties on the tabletop, next to you, instead of carelessly throwing them away.

He leaned forward in his chair, your thighs already spread invitingly for him. You felt his hot breath on your already damp folds just before his lips touched your swollen pearl with a gentle kiss.

An excited sigh escaped your lips. The feeling was downright divine.

Gently you moaned his name as he slowly began to explore your warm, moist folds with his tongue and lips. He took his time, touching you with languid tenderness at first, enjoying the sensation of feeling you and listening to the sweet sighs that came out of your mouth.

His fingers came into play, gathering your slick, gently teasing your sensitive entrance. Just like last time, his fingers found your swollen, aching pearl and began massaging it.

You moaned out, lost in his touch, the tingle running through your nerves. Then his tongue parted your folds and slipped into your slit.

"Fuck... so good," you whispered hoarsely with arousal.

His tongue twitched nimbly through your cleft while his fingers continued to massage your pearl, sliding over the swollen little nub. You knew you wouldn't be long.

You reached for the waistband of your shirt, leaned back and pulled it off over your head, took off your bra and placed both on the table with your panties beside you.

His eyes wandered up to you without letting go of you and he growled excitedly into your sex as he saw you fondling your own breasts. By now he was so hard it almost hurt.

"Silco... I'm gonna cum..."

He hummed into your pussy, satisfied and expectant at the same time. The vibration along with his touch, pushed you over the edge so hard that for a moment you felt like you were really falling.

"I need you," you whispered close to a whimper.

He let go of you, stood up and leaned over you with a gentle look even as lust raged behind his eye.

"I'm here. What do you need?" his deep, smooth voice was soohting.

"I need you inside me, fuck me, here and now," it came harshly over your lips.

Silco looked at you surprised at how needy and vulnerable you seemed right now.

"Anything you want, little flower," he said and opened his pants, unwrapping his cock.

Just like you remembered, heavy, grithy, veiny and proud. You licked your lips, opened your legs a little wider.

"Please, I need you now," you urged him impatiently, unable to wait to feel him inside you.

He didn't ask twice, lined up at your entrance, applying gentle pressure, parting your wet folds with his tip and penetrating you. A rumble came from his chest as he sank deeper and deeper, mingling with a high-pitched moan from you. Buried deep within your walls, he finally filled you completely. Your legs wrapped around his hips, your hands clawed at the edge of the table as you began to roll your hips impatiently. You wanted to feel him here and now so badly.

"So needy, little flower?"

"Yes," you admitted unabashedly.

"Good, very good," he murmured and began to move inside you.

Silco's thrusts were slow at first, but the pressure of your thighs against his hips drove him on, your heels digging alternately into his back and into the flesh just below his butt, really pushed him.

Supported by your hands holding the edge of the table, you pressed into his thrusts. Naked skin slapped against naked skin, his balls slapped against your bare ass with each thrust, the little bush at the base of his shaft tickled your pearl. The combination of all these things, mixed with the smell of the aftershave and the cigar, was an extraordinary feast for your senses.

You tensed your abdomen making Silco growl in surprise and arousal as he sensed it and felt your cleft close tighter around his cock.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathing heavily "fuck... you have to stop this or I won't last long".

A smile settled on your face.

"What if I don't last much longer" you replied moaning "just... just a little bit more".

The heat in your core opened up like a pulsating flower, radiating a tingle throughout your abdomen.

"Now..." You exclaimed hoarsely.

Your slit tightened around his length, the tingle rippling through your center as your climax veiled your senses, and all you felt was bliss and the warmth of his cock inside your body.

Eyelids fluttering, you looked up at him, your eyes meeting.

Softly you whispered while he was still moving inside you, "I love you".

Something happened inside him, he felt the words in every little corner of his body and his climax exploded, so fast that it surprised him. His hot semen spurted into your pussy. Breathing heavily, he looked down at you lying under him on the table, your eyes half closed, your mind still caught in the fog of your climax.

Silco didn't really think you were aware of what you had just said in the heat of the moment. But a part of him fervently hoped that you really felt that way.

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The Red Spider Lily, Chapter 2

muzan x reader

summary: you wake up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange house, unable to remember anything about your past life — muzan kibutsuji introduces himself to you as tsukihiko and decides to let you live in his house.

warnings: technically kidnapping, violence, human blood, human “meat”, probably muzan’s combat form in the future, some yandere tendencies like stalking and posessiveness, and i think that’s it?

tsukihiko-san, as it would seem, was a very busy man. you came to the understanding that “cleaning every inch of the house” was not actually a hard task – there was hardly anyone here anyway.

you had a slightly bigger problem with cooking, however. the woman who had given you your food the first day you had arrived still was there to help you in the kitchen, but it was the smell of the unknown meat that made your head spin periodically. no matter what you did with it, you could not make yourself digest it, while you watched the guards and even the woman consume it naturally.

you chose to drink the red liquid that seemed to be present in gallons in every room of the house. and whenever your eyelids grew heavy, you pattered your way back into your room in a sleep-deprived stupor, craving it at seemingly the same hour every day. this feels natural, you decided, climbing into your sheets comfortably. but you did not miss the surprised faces of your guards as you traversed through hallways the same time, guards who watched you silently stumble in exhaustion. though it was unnatural, you didn’t dwell on it for too long.

the next day, you woke with a start.

and you laughed, hurriedly opening the door and rushing down the hallways until you reached the kitchen. you grabbed the woman-demon, jumping up slightly as you excitedly whispered, “I remember my name! It’s y/n!!”

she looked taken aback, her eyebrows creasing slightly before she pulled a hesitant smile on for you, grasping your forearms just a tiny bit to indicate that she was grateful.

but you noticed, as your energy died down eventually, she did not voice her congrats to you. she did not test out your name, only proceeding to cook the next meal in silence. and you came to realize with a sudden start that no one opened their mouths to talk to you, either conversing with themselves in loud shouts or soft whispers when they noticed you were staring at them.

tears clouded your vision once more as you took to helping the demon you had once considered a friend quietly.

two days later…

when you opened your eyes from your slumber, you recognized tsukihiko-san leaning above you, eyes crinkled in a calculating manner once more. in a sleepy, dream-like haze, you smiled gently at him, reaching up to almost graze your fingers on his cheek before pulling your hand back down as its weight troubled you. the red eyes…were familiar.

you did not miss the steady breath tsukihiko took, eyes closing for a longer period of time than a blink.

“i am expecting dinner tonight,” he said shortly, rounding the side of your bed to exit your room.

“wait,” you whispered, coughing out the raspiness of your sleep. he did not turn his body toward you, only looking back at you over his shoulder as he paused his stride.

you hesitated. “the servant and the guards…” you started, feeling uncomfortable enough that a nervous smile took over your face and you looked away from his figure for a short duration of time.

“are…are they not allowed to speak to me?” you finally asked, taking a quick peek at his face to see whether or not they were still looking at you and you were met with an unfathomable, intense gaze. you immediately lowered your eyes. but he turned his head toward the door, again, hands in his pockets.

“do you want them to, y/n?” he asked simply, the words not matching the gaze he had been staring at you with just moments before.

you turned your head to look directly in front of you. “yes,” you breathed, clutching at the blanket still tucked around your legs as you finished your request.

tsukihiko-san straightened his back, paused for a moment, before leaving. it took you several more before you could comprehend that he had said your name, and you had never told him.

an hour later...

cooking with the servant was arguably one of the best parts of your days. as much as you loved flitting around the house, exploring the rooms that tsukihiko-san had allowed you, there was a clear purpose in cooking. it didn’t necessarily mean you were good at it, but you gained some skills in maneuvering how to manage making the unknown meat taste the best – you had experimented on the guards after all.

the servant had allowed you to take full reign on this meal, and aided you based on your ideas instead. how much to boil the water, add salt, herbs, etc. became your tasks for a day, and you cooked for tsukihiko-san.

it was a test, you thought. so you prepared the best meal of your life, ensuring that every plate was the embodiment of perfection. you let the servant set the table for the guards, whispering a soft thank you, to which you received an uncanny smile and a gentle pat on the head.

you left to get dressed for your dinner with tsukihiko-san, putting on the finest of red kimonos he had gifted to you, and traversing back to the special dinner room, only to be met with a pleasant surprise. the room….was decorated. in its entirety. you were sure that tsukihiko-san could not have done it himself, but whoever had designed it….the red and gold candles lighting up the room surrounded by the red carpet and lavish gold utensils and plates and trays…everything was perfect.

after flitting your gaze throughout the room, your eyes landed on tsukihiko-san, who seemed to be watching you with an engaged expression. a warm flush crawled up your neck as you hurried to kneel down on the pillow in front of him, a low table already set up with the foods you had prepared. he watched you thoughtfully, and you noticed with a start he was sitting like a king, one leg was propped up while the other made a triangle parallel to the floor. he lazily leaned over, grabbed a slice of the meat in the center of the table, and brought it to his plate.

you watched, mesmerized as he took the first bite, his eyes trained carefully on the warm ooze escaping the tenderness. he seemed….pleased. and you let out a breath, smiling softly as he devoured the half of the dish in one go, satisfied.

until he observed that you had not touched the dish yourself. his pleased eyes had spoiled into scowls as he could only see that you had finished only your cup of red liquid amidst the various bowls and dishes you had prepared for him.

“why have you not eaten?” he inquired, eyes meeting yours in a stare that immediately had the hairs at the back of your neck attentive.

“i don’t prefer to-” you began, only to be knocked onto your back, tsukihiko-san’s strong hands around your throat in a warning, his legs straddling your waist but not putting any pressure on you. yet, you realized with a panic.

“why?” he questioned again, eyes narrowing in warning.

“i didn’t think it was necessary,” you breathed, tears clouding the corners of your eyes, “i just thought that because i-i was with you, no one would force…me? i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” you babbled at the thought of displeasing the one man who had been your source of comfort for the past two weeks. you were scared of him, but needed his comfort now. your mind could not decide between the dichotomy, leaving you with a burning sensation in your head, the walls of the room closing in around you, and messy cheeks stained with tears ruining your makeup, the beautiful dress he had given you.

his eyes softening was the last thing you remember as his hand flattened like paper and struck an important vein in your neck, making you pass out.

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muzan pulled you up bridal style and walked you to your room, gazing at your sleeping form with furrowed eyebrows, able to put together that you needed sleep as a demon because you chose not to eat human meat. however he did not comprehend why. at first, he thought it was because it was in defiance for what he had intended for you to do, but then he realized that you had meant no disrespect towards him. being able to understand was an emotion that came too far and in between as his ventures as the literal demon king, but he had decided to not hurt you in that moment, and when he realized his emotions his scowl deepened.

the servant he had ordered to befriend you was kneeling down by the doorframe of your room, awaiting her next instructions from her master. muzan paid her no mind as he tucked you into your bed, the white suit he had donned for your sake slightly ruffled from his activities.

he walked out again, demanding that the servant opened her mouth to you.

fuck, he needed some fresh air.

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Natasha Romanoff X Reader - THE AFTERMATH

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow X FemReader Fanfic

Synopsis: Part 2 of EXPOSURE. The morning after being hit with a libido increasing gas, you wake up in bed with your team mate.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual content

Words: 1922

Waking up the next morning it took a few moments for you to get your bearings. The thing that struck you first was how much your body ached and the dull throb of an oncoming migraine. You felt like you’d been for the workout of your life without stretching first, every muscle in your body tight and over exerted. The dryness in the back of your throat was unbearable but pushing yourself up from the mattress to try and find water was made more difficult by the arm of someone else draped over your waist.

Almost immediately the memories of the night before hit you like a freight train and your stomach churned with the anxiety inducing realisation of what had happened. You needed to get some space to process your thoughts, peeling yourself delicately out of Natasha’s hold and slipping out of the sheets as quietly as you could. The scramble for some clothing felt undignified, pulling on the first pair of shorts and t shirt you could find in a bid to cover yourself. Not that it mattered really. Natasha had already seen enough.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths as you tried to think clearly. Reliving the night before in your head was bizarre, almost like you were watching someone else’s memories and unable to quite comprehend that it was in fact you that had done all those things. But the images were there as clear as day, seared into your brain like a scar.

It was all you could focus on no matter how hard you tried to think of something else. Memories of Natasha’s naked body moulded with yours beneath the bed sheets for hours on end. You could still feel the softness of her skin, the way her body had shook with pleasure, her hot breath against the side of your neck as she moaned out your name, the way her fingers had seemed to fit so perfectly inside of you. Your body flushed hot as every detail came back to you. The filthy words she had spoken in your ear. The way she tasted on your tongue. The look on her face as she came.

You felt guilty as you thought back on what had happened. You’d had no control over your actions and as the effects of the gas had started to consume you properly, it was like a wild, untamed side of yourself had come to the surface and taken the wheel. Nothing had been enough. Every orgasm only seemed to make you hungry for more and you were positive that Natasha had to regret her decision to try and help you.

Daring a look at the other woman in the bed, you felt your guilt worsen. Her hair was sticking up in every direction, a smudge of eyeliner that she hadn’t had chance to remove evident on her face. From what you could see of her body poking out of the covers it seemed you’d made the most of marking your territory for the evening, her neck and hips sporting some impressive bruises. It was only as you cast your eyes over your work that you became aware of the stinging soreness on your own shoulders, the memory of Natasha dragging her fingernails harshly over your skin coming back to you.

It made you feel worse, unable to help wondering whether Natasha would have actually wanted any of this. Had you simply made it seem like she didn’t have a choice but to go along with it? Too lost in your frenzy to care about checking whether what you were doing was okay? You both had to go back to work after this, surely the red head wouldn’t be overly pleased that you had pretty much branded her for the whole world to see.

Your stomach turned over again, your headache worsening further as you groaned and turned away from the bed, unable to look any longer. How were you possibly going to recover from this? You liked Natasha. A lot. And you were certainly attracted to her but it felt like this had tainted anything that could happen in the future. She was probably going to resent you now and you couldn’t say you blamed her.

A sinking feeling swept over your body as your heard the unmistakable sound of someone stirring in the bed behind you, bracing yourself for what would happen next. There was a few seconds of sheer panic as you found yourself rooted to the spot, unable to turn and look at the other woman all the while knowing that it was only more awkward for you to keep your back to her. She groaned quietly, stretching in the bed as she woke up and you found yourself grateful that she spoke first, sure that you lacked the strength to vocalise anything at that moment.

“I didn’t know whether I should stay.” started Natasha, her voice hoarse and quiet from sleep as she cleared it before speaking again, “But I didn’t want to leave you alone and it felt cheap to leave. Sorry if I overstepped.”

Turning slowly on the spot, you folded your arms protectively over your chest and gave her a disbelieving look, “You’re sorry?”

“Well yeah.” shrugged Natasha, pulling the sheets up to her chest to cover herself as she sat up straighter, “It’s your room. Didn’t want to be rude.”

You rubbed at your chin and nodded slowly, “Think we’re a little past friendly politeness now.”

“I guess so ... are you okay?”

“I ...” you trailed off with a sigh, dropping your hands to your sides as you bowed your head, “Look I’m sorry Nat, I really don’t know what to say.”

Pushing herself up against the pillows, Natasha tilted her head and gave you a sympathetic smile, “What are you sorry for exactly?”

“Well ... you know ...”

Natasha laughed quietly, wrapping the sheet tighter around her body, “You weren’t this shy last night.”

You felt your cheeks flush hot at her words, raising the back of your hand to press against them as you ducked your head with an embarrassed grin, “Yeah well ... last night I was ...”

“Uninhibited?” offered Natasha, raising a brow as you lifted your head to look back at her, “Bruce said you wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want to do.”

You wet your lips with a nod, trying to get a read on what the other woman wanted from you but unable to do so, “But you weren’t. You didn’t-“

“Do anything I didn’t want to.” cut in Natasha, seeing where you were going and stopping you immediately, “Don’t think so highly of yourself that I couldn’t stop you if I needed to. I could still kick your ass on your best day.”

You snorted out a laugh, “I don’t know about that.”

Raising her arms above her head, Natasha tilted her neck from side to side as she pointed her toes and stretched her body out fully with a satisfied sigh, “Well maybe not right now, I’m kind of tired. You were pretty insatiable last night.”

“Shut up.” you mumbled, rubbing at the side of your nose and turning away from her to hide your embarrassment.

Natasha chuckled, “Oh so you’re gonna be coy with me now?”

“I just ... are we okay?”

Casting her eyes over you slowly, Natasha could see in your body language that you were somewhat uncomfortable. She saw the guilt and uncertainty in your eyes and she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the turmoil you were struggling to vocalise. She patted the spot beside her on the bed and shuffled across to make room for you, “Come here.”

Cautiously you made your way over to the other woman, sinking down onto the mattress beside her but unable to look at her yet.

“I think we’re at a point now where we can speak candidly with one another. Wouldn’t you agree?”

You nodded your head silently, fidgeting restlessly with the hem of your shorts.

“You don’t need to feel bad or worry about what happened. You didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to. And I hope I didn’t pressure you into anything either?”

Her question made you finally raise your head to look back at her, shaking your head with enthusiasm to assure her you were telling the truth as you spoke, “Of course not.”

“I’m attracted to you. And you’re attracted to me?” she paused as she waited for your response, a small smile tugging at her lips as you nodded your head, “And I think we had a pretty good time? If not a little ... frantic.”

You laughed quietly, “I would agree.”

“Maybe that wasn’t the perfect way for things to happen for us. But I could see you were having a hard time and it was an easy decision for me to make to ... look after you.” Natasha smirked at her choice of words, something you couldn’t help but mirror, “So if you’re up for it, I wouldn’t say no to maybe exploring this further.”

For a moment you said nothing, just absorbing what Natasha had said as you searched her face only to find sincerity staring back at you, “That would be nice.”

“Although maybe we could start with dinner next time? I might need to rest up before we go again.” teased Natasha, a mischievous grin on her face as you pushed her shoulder playfully and chuckled.

“Dinner sounds good.”

Natasha smiled, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek that had your heart fluttering, “So I suppose that gives you your answer. Yes, we’re okay.”

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stardustedangel · 3 years

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You Make Me Feel Blue

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pairing || steve rogers x fem!reader

word count || 1.5k

summary || you had slipped into a depressive state and after ignoring steve for a few days he comes to find you

warnings || hurt/comfort, angst, talks of depression, fluff

author’s note || first fic after a month, i’m a little rusty but i hope it’s okay <33 ; do not repost my work

*gif does not belong to me*

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You’d stop responding to the texts Steve had sent you days ago. You didn’t have in your heart anymore to spew out lies.

‘I’m fine.’ ‘I’m okay. Just tired.’ ‘Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.’

You weren’t fine. How could you be when every thought that consumed your every waking mind made you want to sleep and never wake up again. You stayed up though. Night after night. Day after day. You couldn’t bring yourself to have a peaceful sleep so you laid in your bed tracing the random shapes you found on the wall.

They reminded you of clouds. And clouds reminded you of the blue sky you’ve kept yourself from seeing after you decided to keep yourself inside. You missed blue. And everything blue reminded you of Steve. You missed Steve. You wanted him to be here with you, maybe shed a few endearing words to warm your heart and soothe you to sleep. A sleep you’d want to wake up from if it meant you could look into Steve’s eyes, even for a second.

You should text him. Ask him if he could be here, but that’d be selfish of you. Selfish. A word you called yourself often when you wanted Steve. He had more important things to do than comfort you because you couldn’t shush the voices in your head. He was an avenger for god's sake. You could wait.

You shifted your gaze to the clock on your bedside table. 2:52 a.m. You sighed at the time, feeling like the world had slowed down all around you. You wished it could be daylight already, but that thought made you scoff. Daylight didn’t make a difference to you—you’d still be sitting in bed analyzing every thought that left your subconscious. You brought your right arm up to cover your eyes and tried to focus your mind on Steve again.

Steve. The most caring and loving man you’d ever been with. He made you feel only ever good things. But what would he say if he saw you like this? The way his face would drop was enough to have your eyes sting with tears. You abruptly sat up hoping to settle the sudden burst of pain that you felt in your chest. Your hand went to your mouth hoping to silence the sobs that threatened to tumble out. This was the first time you’ve felt anything like this in days. You hadn’t even cried and you were determined to keep it that way. You almost longed for the numb feeling because at least you wouldn’t feel pain.

The drumming of your heartbeat fastened when several knocks echoed throughout your home. Your eyes widened, drying any tears that rested on your waterline. You made your way to the front door warily—who would even show up at almost three a.m.? Deep down you knew who and so when opening the door you were hesitant. Maybe he’d just leave if you didn’t answer, realize that you didn’t want to see anyone. But that would be a lie. And so the burning want to see Steve is what had you unlocking our door and pulling it open to reveal your super-soldier.

Steve’s head whipped up to face you. Your body relaxed once seeing him and you took in his figure—the one you’d been missing for days. His lips were pulled into a frown and his eyebrows were furrowed above his dark eyes, not the vivid blue you were used to. Where had the blue gone? Your chest clenched at the thought. When his eyes met yours they softened and his hands that were once on his hips dropped to his side languidly.

That was the look. The look that made you crash.

The tears that you had previously built up earlier now came cascading down your cheeks and the choked sob you had quieted earlier erupted from your chest, a tight pain following quickly after. Your knees weakened, but before you could hit the ground Steve’s arms were wrapped around you pulling you into his chest. He was situated up against the frame of the door with you haphazardly in his lap. Your head was against his chest and Steve ran his fingers through your hair and across your back trying to calm down the violent sobs that fell from your lips. He whispered affirmations and comforting words into your ear hoping somehow you could hear him through your crying. His now tear-stained shirt was clenched between your hands as you continued to cry against him.

You wish at this moment you weren’t so emotional. You wish you had some sense of clarity so you could take Steve in. What had he been wearing? Was he speaking to you? Why couldn’t you smell his cologne? If he was really here, why did you still feel so cold? The only thing that seemed to pull you back to the present was the pounding of a heart beneath your ear. You took comfort in the sound and nuzzled your head further into Steve’s chest trying to chase the sound. It was then that you could hear the familiar timbre of his voice.

“I’m right here with you. I got you, sweetheart, okay? I got you.”

Steve’s voice made a safe feeling was over you and he must’ve noticed because your sobs quieted down greatly and your body went lax. Steve let out a sigh, grateful that you had calmed down slightly. He decided that now would be the best time to take you back inside and hopefully into bed where you’d fall asleep. When you opened the door he noticed how restless you look and how much your body must’ve been aching. His heart ached thinking about how you must’ve been over the past week he hadn’t seen you. He knew he should’ve come earlier, but he was here now. You needed him right now.

“I’m going to pick you up, okay?”

You let out no sign of refusal so Steve placed his left arm under your knees and his right across your back. Your head still rested on his chest and your fingers were still hooked into his shirt. You were absentminded the entire time Steve took you inside and into your bedroom. You had only noticed when he placed you on your bed and went to remove our grasp from him. You let out a small whimper, worried that he was leaving you. You’d leave you.

Steve looked down at you and pressed a kiss onto your forehead to soothe you. He then grabbed the hands you had bunched in his shirt, you noticed it was white, and pressed kisses onto them before giving you a sweet smile. “I’m just getting changed so we’ll both be comfortable. I’m not leaving, sweetheart. Not anytime soon.”

Your grip was loosened and Steve moved quickly to grab some sweats and shirt out of the drawer and changed into them. He got underneath the covers and eagerly pulled you onto him, wanting to comfort you in any way that he possibly could. Steve pulled the blankets over the two of you and looked down at you.

Your eyes were heavy, and not heavy in the kind of way that a simple nap could fix, but heavy in the way that your heart must’ve felt. Your lips were swollen—either from crying or from your habit of biting at them. Steve bet it was because of both. He bit at his own lips looking at you, trying hard not to cry at the sight of you.

“Sweetheart,” you replied with a quiet, hesitant hum, “do you want to talk about it?”

“Everything just hurts. Why does it have to hurt so much Steve.” The quiver in your voice was evident and Steve pulled you closer into him.

“I’m not sure, but it’s not forever. It won’t always be like this.”

“I don’t want to feel like this anymore,” your whisper practically shattered his heart.

“I don’t want you to either and I’ll be there for you every step of the way for you to never feel like this again.”

For right now, that could be enough for you. The hope that had remained deeply in your chest could be enough. You’d make it enough.

And you’d make this moment enough. You opened your once shut eyes and took in your room. The moonlight was streaming in from your curtains and so much was illuminated. Had it always been that bright before? You looked up at Steve finally and took him in again. This time the blue of his eyes glowed. They pierced into yours and you almost gasped when seeing them. You always loved blue. Steve looked at you with love and adoration, something you missed seeing. You angled your head up his and planted a kiss onto his lips, a kiss that had said it all. When the two of you broke apart, you rested your head against his chest once more. Your eyes fluttered shut and you were ready to let sleep take you, content knowing that the next morning you’d be with Steve.

You had really missed blue.

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unknownwriting · 3 years

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I love your blog, so if you don't mind can I request a one shot with monkey d luffy x female reader where the reader has a habit of giving luffy butterfly kisses. I'm dying for lots of fluff. Thank you!

Butterfly kisses

Summary- ^^ requested

Character(s)- Monkey D. Luffy

Warnings- none :)

Word count- 1.9k

Notes- butterfly kisses are literally the cutest thing in the whole world 🥺💕 I got a big carried away, this was honestly so cute to write, I hope you enjoy. Also happy Valentine’s Day

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Butterfly kissed- soft kisses made from fluttering one's lashes against their lover's skin. An innocent act yet one filled with so much passion. The perfect kissed for (Y/n) and her captain, Luffy, to share. A soft and airy kiss making their relationship all the better. Ever since their relationship had started a while ago, (Y/n) continued to pamper Luffy with those kisses to this day. At first, the kisses were occasional, only happening when they split up to explore an island or after Luffy got into a fight. However, throughout their relationship, the kisses began to grow more frequent. Every night before they go to bed when they wake up, and whenever the 2 leave each other sides.

Although Luffy doesn’t think too much of the gentle kisses, they mean so much to (Y/n). Those simple kisses represent so much between the 2. The kisses show that the 2 of them have a very unique way of showing their love. And even though those kisses mean so much to her, and probably mean the same to Luffy, she couldn’t help that little voice that echoed in the back of her head.

What if Luffy’s getting tired of the kisses?

It was a pointless thing to worry about. It really was but that didn’t stop (Y/n). She continued to think about it, letting it consume her thoughts.

Letting out a small groan, (Y/n) learned over the railing and watched the dolphins swimming in the wake of Sunny. She didn’t mean to get the attention of the others seeing how her worrying is pointless, however, her groan seemed to grab the attention of the crew's archeologist. At least she was lucky to catch her attention and not someone else's, Robin seems like she would know a bit about the topic.

"Are you alright, (Y/n)? You seem a bit upset." Robin questioned taking a spot next to her side. Even if it was going to be easy to tell Robin, (Y/n) thought about it for a moment. With (Y/n) already knowing the answer, she decided to tell Robin anyways, just so she can have someone tell her that she was just overthinking things.

"I...I'm not sure Luffy likes my kisses anymore. I'm probably overthinking things, but it seems like he's bored of them." (Y/n) signed, leaning up from the rail and looking over at her older friend.

"What makes you say that?" Robin wondered.

"Because that's the only kiss I give him, and he never kisses back. So you can't blame me for thinking that." (Y/n) explained, unknowingly grabbing the attention of the crew's moss head too, "But I thought he always preferred those kisses."

"Jeez, you are overthinking it." Zoro blurted out joining (Y/n) at her other side. Jumping a bit, and earning a small giggle from Robin, (Y/n) looked over at him.

"Zoro?"

"Luffy's the easiest guy to even date. Always speaking his mind, doing what he wants when he wants it." Zoro pointed out, and (Y/n) knew every single one of those to be true. Luffy always tells (Y/n) what he likes and what he doesn't without a 2nd thought.

"Zoro is right. Overthinking things with Luffy is pointless. If he doesn't like them he would've told you. Luffy's simple-minded like that." Robin agreed. (Y/n) knew she was also right, she knows she could go right up to Luffy and ask whether or not he likes the kisses but she doesn't want to do that. She doesn't want it to be that simple.

"Ugh, I know but I don't want it to be that simple. Sometimes I want something to happen." (Y/n) exclaimed throwing her hands into the air, "Everything is so easy with him, which I don't mind but sometimes because things are so easy with him I can't help but overthink things. Like I'm doing something wrong or something."

Now Zoro and Robin could understand that too. Because Luffy is so easy he's just as complex. A curse disguised as a blessing.

"The 2 of you are on night watch tonight, right?" Zoro asked.

"Yeah, I think so."

"Then ask him then. It'll just be the 2 of you so you can have his full attention." Zoro has suggested before watching off again, probably to find someplace to sleep. As he walked away, his suggestion began to sink in. It was a pretty good idea, It just might help later tonight.

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Later that night, while everyone else was sleeping or getting ready for bed, (Y/n) and Luffy both stood guard on the deck of Sunny watching out for any threats. Seeing how nothing ever happens, the 2 of them ended up goofing off, like any other night. They both told each other stories, jokes, and played games. It what the 2 of them would also do when it was their night to stand guard.

"No way. Rayleigh really made you fight those types of monsters?" (Y/n) laughed, listening to Luffy's crazy stories about training over the past 2 years. To (Y/n) the stories sounded so extreme but she knows well enough that it was true. Luffy is inhuman like that.

"Shishishi, yup. At one point I couldn't even eat until I dodged their attacks. It was hard." Luffy whined remembering that time. It was hard but it needed to be done. He needed to get strong for his crew's sake. For (Y/n)‘s sake. It would be a lie to say that Luffy didn't think or worry about (Y/n) during his training. That was one of the things that he missed the most, her warmth and her smile. And not the mention the amazing kisses she gave. He definitely missed those the most. Feeling (Y/n)'s soft lashes brush against his skin in a repeating fashion. When the 2 of them had reunited it was something that (Y/n) didn't hold back either, kissing him every chance they got to make up for all the time apart. However, recently (Y/n) hasn't been giving out the kisses anymore. The thing about Luffy is that he's dense, not clueless so he knows something was wrong with (Y/n) for a while now. As if he also overheard was Zoro said earlier, Luffy decided to bring it up.

"Sheesh. Only you could go through such intense training." (Y/n) giggled as she looked into Luffy's dark brown eyes. Now was going to be the perfect time to bring up the kisses. And she was, wanting to clear up the confusion as quickly as possible. But just as she gathered her thoughts and opened her mouth to say something there was a crash at the back of the ship. The crash echoed for a moment before it when silent again. Both (Y/n) and Luffy turned around to face the sound, waiting to see if anything else was going to happen. When it stayed silent and nothing else happened, (Y/n) was the first one the get up.

"Guess I'll go check out that sound," (Y/n) stated as she began to walk off. Luffy watched with a close eye as she walked. It didn't take Luffy long to realize something was missing. (Y/n) doesn't just walk off like that. She always kisses him before leaving. Before she could get far, Luffy stretched out his arms and wrapped them around her waist, yanking her back and into his lap. A soft yelp let her lips as she soon came into contact with Luffy's chest.

"Huh? Luffy what's wrong-" (Y/n) gasped as she felt his grip about her tighten. With his strong arms pushing her back, (Y/n) was almost able to feel every inch of Luffy's chest against her back. Something like this rarely happened. Luffy was never big on physical contact hence why they stuck to butterfly kisses.

"I'm not letting you go." Luffy cut (Y/n) off, resting his chin on her shoulder. With a blush covering her cheeks, she glanced over at him to try and reasons with him but when she looked she only got Luffy's intense stare back. Now (Y/n) knows he's being serious.

"W-what?" (Y/n) stared down at the grass on the main deck to embarrassed to meet his gaze. She began to play with her fingers as she waited for Luffy to say something. And the waiting was not helping at all, it only made her impatient. Luffy normally doesn't wait like his, he would just speak his mind. While she waited, (Y/n) could still feel his gaze on her at they sat in silence. Finally, with a squeeze from Luffy's arm, she spoke up.

"Because you haven't given me a kiss." Luffy blurted out.

"Huh?" His comment clearly caught (Y/n) off guard. She was not expecting those words to come from his lips. Luffy hummed into her shoulder and nodded.

"You haven't given me a kiss all day..." Luffy trailed off as his face sunk deeper into (Y/n) shoulder. In all honesty, (Y/n) didn't how to react. Luffy rarely acted like this, it came as a total shock. This side of him is completely new but it was cute. Clingy but cute. Glancing back down, this time she noticed that blush that covered the top of his ears. Seems like this side is new for Luffy too.

Staring down at Luffy a bit longer, a small smile crept onto (Y/n)'s lips as a burst of laughter erupted from her throat, "I didn't know you liked them so much."

"Of course I do!! Your kisses are super soft!!" Luffy exclaimed looking up from (Y/n) shoulder. Laughing once more, (Y/n) shimmed her way out of his grasp and turned aground, and faced her blushing captain. Locking eyes with him, (Y/n) placed a hand on her cheek and began to caress them with her thumb.

"Well that's good to know. I was afraid you didn't like them anymore." (Y/n) confessed.

"Why wouldn't I?" Luffy sounded offended at (Y/n)'s comment. Looks like he loved the kisses as much as (Y/n) loves giving them, "(Y/n) kisses are the best. As good as meat."

"...Luffy don't compare me to meat." (Y/n) let out a small scoff at his comparison. As weird as it sounded, it meant a lot to her. In Luffy's eyes, nothing beats meat.

"What? Meats amazing."

"I know, but that's not really the best thing to say to a girl." (Y/n) scoffed leaning into his flustered cheek, and began to flutter her eyelashes. He probably didn't mean to, but a small hummed left his lips in response. With that reps once in mind, (Y/n) went to his other cheek and give him another kiss, then his nose, then his forehead.

"Shishi, You're kissing me a lot."

"Of course. It only fair because I didn't kiss you at all today." (Y/n) smiled, placing one more kissing on his cheek. With all the kisses done, she leaned back and stared into Luffy's smile. It was relieving to know that Luffy enjoyed the kisses too. Now (y/n) won't have to overthink the kisses again. With his hands still around her waist, he hugged her again and sunk his face into the neck, as if to say thank you. And of course, (Y/n) hugged back. Luffy also knows that her hugs are just amazing as she kissed, so warm and full of love. It would be easy for them to of them to get stay like this forever but (Y/n) still has to go check out that sound.

Shifting around a bit in his grasp, (Y/n) spoke up, "hey, Luffy I still need to go check out that sou-"

"No, I want you to stay here." Luffy lurked out again, squeezing (Y/n) tightly again. She stared down at him again. His childish and clingy behavior is kicking in, there's no leaving him now.

With a quiet giggle, (Y/n) nodded and hugged him again. She'll just have to check out the sound later. Right now there doesn't seem to be any reasons or way to leave the comfort of Luffy's hug.

#monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #monkey d luffy x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #oneshot #unknownwriting💕

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fleetwoodmak99 · 3 years

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Long Past Dawn

Eric Draven x reader

This is requested from @sister-morticia "Hi!! Can I please request an Eric Draven x reader whump with lots of hurt and comfort/worried!Eric? I need some caring fluff! Thank you!! ☺️" I had so much fun working on this!!! I'll be posting a part 2 as hcs of the aftermath soon. It will focus more on the comforting aspects. Also I’m really sorry this is long.

WARNINGS: Panic attacks, hyperventilating, serious wounds, gun violence, mentions of blood, depression, talks of deep sadness, death, resurrection, paranoia, explosions, and fainting.

SUMMARY: It has been a year since you lost your lover, Eric Draven. While you have managed to get by, it has been extremely difficult. After having a particularly hard night, you decide it might be a good idea to go for a walk to release some steam, only to fall upon a danger situation.

Its been a entire year since you had lost the love of your life, Eric Draven.

It was around Halloween. The leaves on the trees were starting to change from green to orange and yellow as the air turned cool.

Halloween used to be Eric’s favorite time of the year. Always making a big deal about it with lots of horror movie marathons and tons of candy. Now, you had none of that.

No celebrating, no watching horror movies all night, no eating a bunch of candy, no Eric.

Even though it had been a whole year since that dark night, it still haunted your every waking thought.

Every day seemed to bring a new struggle. The worst of it being at night. The pain of losing Eric broke you down to the point where you could do nothing but spend most nights crying.

Anxiety making itself known at every turn. Always worried that the men responsible for taking the life of your lover and leaving you for dead will one day realize you aren't and come after you.

Memories of that night plagued your dreams often. Seeing flashes of T-Birds gang breaking through the door of your shared apartment and attacking you while you were cooking dinner.

The panic consuming your chest becoming too overpowering as you relived that night over and over again. Jolting awake in a pile of sweat when it became too much. Feeling your stomach turn to the sickening thoughts roaming around in your head.

You tried to calm your thoughts. You really did. But the terror that filled your chest was too powerful.

A strong force making you leave the warmth of your bed in an attempt to ease your mind. Pacing around the room, completely lost in thought.

Are they going to come after me? Will they want to harm me?

The demanding thoughts running through your head was starting to cause a wave of nausea to wash over your body.

No. They don't know you are alive. They would have come after you if they had.

You were lucky enough to get Sergeant Albrecht assigned to your case. He was the only one on the force who was kind to you.

Albrecht helped you stay under the radar until you were able to get enough money to move far, far away. The main problem being that you couldn't find a good steady income that would get you out of this hell hole while not blowing your cover, creating the never ending cycle of being trapped in the city. Being doomed to live here forever with no escape.

Still, you felt an overwhelming ache in your stomach every time you thought of Top Dollar still being out there, controlling most of the violence in the city. Hoping that the brutality won't one day unleash on you.

Knowing that it went against the rules you had started following in an attempt to protect yourself further, you decided it might be a good idea to go for a quick late night walk. Noting the dangers of what you might be doing, but it was your last attempt to ease your anxieties and distract you from the pain.

Hoping that the fresh cool air will be a jolt to your system, you grabbed a light jacket and black high tops, placing it over your pajamas and venturing out into the night.

Stepping out of the safety of the apartment building and into the bitter cold. Feeling the tip of your fingers and toes already starting to turn into ice. Still, you were determined to complete your walk as it has always been a good way of distraction you from your intrusive thoughts.

With that being said, the streets of Detroit certainly looked different at night. Feeling a thick layer of sorrow and rage in the air. It being so thick it became difficult to breath.

Choosing to ignore it, you kept walking.

A smile spreading across your lips when you see a group of children in Halloween costumes running with bags of candy in their hands, laughing as they did so.

Curiosity taking over as to why children would be out this late on Devil’s Night. Seeing as you did much worse things when you were a kid, you let it slide.

Either way, you began to have doubts if this was a good idea, deciding it might be time to head back and hide from the world once more.

Turning around and walking the other way, you could already feel a wave of relief washing over you as you made your way back only for your heart to be ripped out of your chest when a booming explosion erupted just up the road. A burst of light blinding you as the ground rumbled.

The sudden event sending you onto the ground, holding your heads up to your head in an attempt to protect yourself from the eruption.

Trying your best to focus on what exactly was happening as the light started to dim into small flames and a bundle of smoke coming from an old abandoned building.

At first, you wanted to run the other way. Knowing that this was most likely the work of Top Dollar or some other big mob boss trying to cause some havoc in an already broken city.

Yet when you tried to get up, you remained planted on the ground. Your body being completely immobilized and without breath.

As you tried getting your strength back, you started to hear a faint scream coming from up the road. Your thoughts immediately going to the children you had seen giggling to each other just moments ago.

You tried remembering which way they had went. Hoping that they were far away from the building now engulfed in flames but after hearing more yelling, you knew you had to make sure no one was hurt or worse.

With a new found determination, you felt yourself starting to grow stronger, experiencing a rush of adrenaline fueling your body.

This time when attempting to get up, you were able to get onto your feet. Your legs still feeling weak, you forced yourself not to waste time and move towards the very thing you made you shake.

Getting closer to the fire, you could start to feel the heat coming from the flames. Inspecting the building, you couldn't see anyone inside. In fact, you couldn't see anyone at all.

You thought for sure the police or at least the fire department would be on their way considering it was a Devil’s Night tradition for the whole city to burn. Yet no one was there. It was almost unnatural.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard not a scream but groaning, murmuring and the collusion of masses coming from the back side of another building.

With caution, you started to make your way towards the sounds. Leaning on another building for support, gaining distance from the heat.

Hearing the unknown sounds starting to grow louder and louder, you could see the silhouette of different bodies laying on the ground. You didn't know if they were dead or unconscious.

Deciding to grab a nearby wooden stick. Just in case.

Two men suddenly bursting in front of you, struggling against each other. They rolled around the dirt floor, one trying to get the upper hand on the other. Both eventually getting up and starting to throw hands.

You couldn't decide whether to intervene and try to break them up or start running, but once again your body worked against you. Forcing your mind to turn blank and stay in place. Making you now watch the whole thing go down.

At first glance, you couldn't recognized who the men were yet you couldn't help the strange feeling that you were meant to be here. Somehow this was related to you. You felt it deep down.

You tried analyzing them as they continued, trying your best not to be seen.

One of the men was a lot shorter than the other and had greasy shaggy dark brown hair underneath a worn out black knit hat with baggy clothes.

While the other one taller, and more muscular. Mostly wearing tight fit leather. His dark brown hair was longer than the other one, resting just above his shoulders. Black and white paint covering his face as some type of mask.

His hits being more calculated and precise going against the others, who was becoming more and more sloppy by the minute.

As the two men start to taunt each other. Somehow neither seemed to notice you as you stood there in fear. Your heart sinking when you hear one of the men starting to speak. You recognized that voice, clear as day.

The short man was Skank. He was apart of T-Bird's gang, who worked for none other than Top Dollar.

Shit. You need to leave now.

Finally, you were able to slowly make yourself move backwards as your feet stumbled on themselves. You tried your best not to make any noise, not even risking breathing. You couldn't help your eyes from being glued to them.

"I-I know you. You're that guy we had to straighten out cause you and your partner were protesting Top Dollar's tenant relocation program. B-But you're supposed to be dead. We killed you, dead." Skank mumbled, slightly laughing in disbelief at the end.

This made you stop. Your body turning cold.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Remember a few months before the attack, gathering other tenants to protest. But that wasn't what was making your nerves go wild.

It was who Skank was fighting with.

No. There was no way. He has to be talking about someone else.

You didn't even want to think of the possibility of seeing Eric again. Knowing that there was no possible way that could ever happen.

But why did he look so familiar? When you heard the strangers voice, deep down you knew.

"I guess not all things that die, stay dead." His voice was deep and raspy, showing off his classic sarcasm that reminded you of Eric before his death.

How could this be happening? There was no way that could be Eric. No way.

As your thoughts battled it out in your head as to if this was a dream or not, Skank began to laugh hysterically like he was losing his mind as well. Slowly starting to move his hand behind his back to retrieve the loaded gun resting on his waistband.

While you hadn't noticed, Eric did. Giving off an eerie smile before springing into action, darting right for Skank.

Not being quick enough as a gun shot ring out, causing you to let out a small shriek. Placing your hands upon your ears in an attempt to shelter them from the sharp pain booming through it. Dropping the wooden stick in the process. Closing your eyes to try and hid yourself, knowing fully well that it was useless.

Not being able to contain your breath anymore, you started to hyperventilate. Trying your best to get your breath under control but finding it almost impossible as it kept escaping you.

Not even realizing that the two men had turned their attention to you. Eric taking a second glance as he couldn't believe his eye. He was in complete disbelief that it was you standing right there. Eric assumed you died as well that night, seeing you there made his blood drain from his face.

As the pain in your ears started to die down, you slowly forced your eyes open. Blinking a few times before getting a clear picture as to what was going on. Seeing the two men wrestling to take control of the gun. Eric grabbing at Skank's face, trying to block his vision. Somehow Eric seemed completely fine for being just fired upon.

Was he hit at all? Was he hurt?

Panic fueling your body to run but when you looked at Eric, you knew that wasn't going to be possible.

Now you needed answers.

What was he doing here? How is he alive? How long has he been alive? A day? The whole year?

Not knowing if it was the sense of curiosity or the excitement of seeing Eric in the flesh that made your heart pound. Being completely convinced that this was all just a dream.

Hearing another bang piercing through your ears once again, causing your body to flinch out of instinct. All this followed by a tight pressure coming from the side of your thigh. Even though it wasn’t painful, it was still enough to send your body to the cold ground.

At first not realizing why until you began to see a pool of red liquid starting to collect underneath your leg. Knowing fully well now that you were Skank's target. Lucky for you, he has terrible aim.

Hearing who you assumed to be Eric and Shank struggle against each other once again but you couldn't find the courage to look away from your wound.

Now feeling a strong burning sensation beginning to form on the right side of your thigh, pinpointing exactly where a bullet had ripped itself through your leg. Leaving a nickel sized hole in its place.

Quickly placing your hand on it, in an attempt to somehow ease the intense feeling that throbbed through your entire leg. Feeling a wet sticky substance slipping through your fingers.

Your body starting to jitter uncontrollably as darkness began to form around the edges of your vision. The world starting to go blurry around you.

A comforting hand suddenly resting on top of yours, causing you to jerk yourself back. Only for you to make eye contact with the worried gray eyes of Eric.

A sense of relief washing over you, a small smile resting on your lips. Quickly fading, when he applied a slight pressure to your injury, trying to stop the bleeding. Causing the pain to become more intense.

Your thoughts moving to Skank, hoping he was no longer a threat. You scanned the area, your sight landing on him running down the alleyway and disappearing as he rounded the corner of a building. Your vision starting to become more and more faint as you tried to focus.

You felt a gentle hand caressing your cheek, pulling your sight back to Eric.

"I need you to stay awake, y/n." You could hear the panic in Eric’s voice.

You tried to respond.

You wanted to tell him you were trying, that you missed him, that you loved him. Yet nothing but a slight whine came out.

The energy starting to leave your body as a dull ache started to form at the back of your head. Losing all control off your body as it went limp.

The darkness completely consuming your vision as your heart pounded.

Eventually not fighting it anymore and allowing sleep to take over as the world disappeared. The last thing you remembered was hearing Eric calling your name.

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“If you want me to, I will.” [Hotch x Reader]

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Summary: Reader has worked for Aaron Hotchner for the past 6 months as the babysitter to his son, Jack.

Pairing: Hotch x (Female) Reader

Word Count: 7.4k – she thicc

Category: Smut/Fluff…and some angst because of who I am as a person.

Content Warning:

A/n: We all know that Hotch’s favorite album is the Beatles "White Album." And I have odd choices for songs that I use as lullabies. This idea came into my head and never left. This video of Billie Eillish singing part of the song is the closest to the structure of how I imagined it. Okay, okay, look, I know Roy wasn’t diagnosed until season 10. But I am taking creative liberties because I needed Jack to be younger.

Meaning this would be set around season 7. Hotch would be about 41, Jack is around 7; so, I made Reader around 26, giving them a 15-year age gap. Please don’t check my math. 😌

y/n = your name. y/l/n = your last name. italicized texts are Reader’s thoughts.

-- If you want me to, I will. --

I was disoriented when I woke up. This isn’t my bed, I thought groggily. Wait…this isn’t even my house.

“Y/n,” a deep voice rumbled beside me.

I jackknifed up into a sitting position, eyes wide and my face flushed with embarrassment. “Mr. Hotchner!” I quickly brought my hand up to my cheek to make sure I hadn’t drooled in my sleep. Because that would really be the cherry on top of my embarrassment. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep. This is so embarrassing.”

Mr. Hotchner had been crouched down, putting himself level with his living room couch; the same couch he came home and found me sleeping on. In all the months I’d worked for the Hotchner/Brooks family, I’d never seen Mr. Hotchner smile anytime he wasn’t talking to his son, Jack. He always looked incredibly serious and sometimes incredibly sad; but the normal scowl was missing from his face as he looked at me, I noticed, watching him rise to a standing position.

“It’s fine, y/n. It’s after 1 o’clock in the morning.” He shifted, turning to go open the gun safe he kept in the part of the living room where his desk sat. Mr. Hotchner, or Hotch, as he kept telling me to call him, was the Unit Chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit with the FBI. Which was just a very fancy way of saying he was a profiler that was in charge of all the other profilers. Some people just look like the jobs they have; Mr. Hotchner was one of those people. “Thank you for staying late, I didn’t think things were going to run this long. I didn’t even know you were here until I called Jessica a few hours ago.”

“Oh, right,” I mumbled as I began to gather my things from the coffee table and put them into my bag. “She called me a little after 4; something happened with her dad, I think.” I zipped my bag shut, standing up quickly. “I didn’t mind helping out, Mr. Hotchner.”

He made a sound that was almost a chuckle. “You don’t have to call me Mr. Hotchner, y/n. I know I’m a lot older than you, but that makes me feel ancient.”

“You’re not that much older than me,” I protested.

He looked incredulous. “Y/n, you’re still in college.”

Well, that stings a bit. “I’m in graduate school,” I said, my voice dampening a little bit. “I’m almost 27.”

Mr. Hotchner blinked at me. “Really? I thought you were younger than that…”

“My age didn’t come up in the numerous background checks you did on me?” I scoffed, immediately wincing as the words flew out of my mouth. “Oh my god, I just keep making this worse.” I slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner. For falling asleep on your couch…and for every moment after that. I’ll just go now.”

"Y/n," he called. "hang on, it's really late, and…I still need to pay you."

Jesus. “It is late, Mr. Hotchner, that’s why I need to head home.” I forced an awkward laugh. “I have class at 9 am.”

He pushed his hands into his pockets, regarding me in a way that made me squirm. I wasn’t used to a person paying attention to me the way Mr. Hotchner did. It didn’t make me uneasy; I just felt like I couldn’t hide anything from him…which made me uneasy. “What classes are you taking this semester?”

I don’t know why it stung so much that he knew virtually nothing about me. I’d worked for him for 6 months; he wasn’t obligated to know anything about me other than how I took care of his son. “I’m actually done with my course work this semester,” I mumbled. “I’m a TA…in a class that starts at 9 am.” It doesn’t matter, you’re just tired. “You-you can just pay me for tonight the next time I’m over. It’s not like you’re gonna stiff me.” I walked over to the door and threw a very quick “goodnight, Mr. Hotchner” over my shoulder before I scurried out.

I missed the quiet “Aaron. You can call me Aaron.”

The entire drive home, my thoughts were on Aaron Hotchner. None of this was what I expected when I took this job. I had been in graduate school for 2 years now. I had already gotten my master’s degree and had been accepted into the Ph.D. program. There are many branches of psychology, but I had always been fascinated with cognitive psychology; it seemed only natural that that is what I would pursue in graduate school. Once it became time to focus my interest in preparation for my dissertation, I decided to study the cognitive decay in Alzheimer's patients. We knew that they lost memories, but I wanted to explore how their basic cognitive functions were affected in certain settings.

As part of my program, I was a TA in an intro psych class, and I conducted my research at the hospital connected to the university. That’s where I first met Jessica Brooks. Despite getting a stipend for my teaching assistant work, I had been taking odd jobs to help make ends meet; D.C. wasn't cheap. When I mentioned that I had experience with kids, Jessica had immediately told me that she was needing help caring for her nephew in the wake of her father, Roy's diagnosis. She wanted to keep him at home, which was both admirable and time-consuming.

I wasn’t prepared for the gigantic background check that I was subjected to. I very quickly learned that my potential employer had some power at the FBI. Jessica had raved to him about me, so he agreed to meet with me. When Jessica told me he worked for the FBI, I was expecting a bureaucrat, kind of short, receding hairline, soft from sitting behind a desk all day.

Aaron Hotchner was none of those things. He was a total cliché; he was tall, dark, and handsome. His eyes were such a deep brown they were almost black, his hair was black, and he towered over me. His hand was firm when he shook mine. I initially thought he didn’t like me because of the scowl he wore on his face; now I knew that was just his default expression. I’m pretty sure he invented Resting Bitch Face. I think it was my meeting with Jack that sealed the deal. We had clicked right away. The 7-year-old was impressed by my knowledge of both DC and Marvel comics. I could still remember our first meeting so clearly; when in a move that I now know is so much like his father, he had asked me an interview question of his own.

“What is Spiderman’s middle name?” the boy had asked with a suspicious squint of his eyes.

This kid is poser checking me, I had thought with amusement. “That would depend on which Spiderman you’re referring to. Assuming it’s Peter Parker, his middle name is Benjamin.”

We were best friends after that.

I loved Jack; I really did. And I was paid well enough that he was the only child I babysat for, the rest of my time spent working on my research and plotting my dissertation. It was clear that Aaron Hotchner loved his son, and he felt guilty for not being around more. He was fierce and intimidating any other time, but once he was with his son, his entire face would transform. His smiles came easier, his eyes twinkled, and he didn’t seem so scary anymore.

None of that is why he made me nervous, though. What made me so nervous is the fear that one day I was going to spend enough time with him for him to see the feelings I had so stupidly developed for him.

The very next night, I was hiding in the kitchen floor in Aaron Hotchner’s apartment.

“Ready or not, here I come!” the little voice called out before his feet started stomping loudly across the floor.

From my position behind the kitchen counter, I tried very hard to remain silent, despite my amusement. Jack Hotchner was many wonderful, wonderful things. Sneaky was not one of them. Which is why I wasn’t surprised when I heard his little feet hurry towards me, and I didn’t lose my balance when he turned the corner and launched himself at me. “Oomph!” was the only reasonable sound to make when a tiny human slammed into you.

Jack was delighted. “I FOUND YOU!”

My response was cut off by the sound of the front door opening. Jack was off me in a flash, barreling towards the living room. “Daddy!”

Mr. Hotchner made a similar “oomph” noise when Jack jumped on him, confirming my theory. I rose to my feet quickly, smoothing down my clothes.

“We were playing hide and seek, Daddy!” Jack informed his father. “I found y/n every time! She never found me once!” His chest puffed out with pride, making my face break into a smile.

“You’re just an excellent hider, Jack-attack.”

Mr. Hotchner’s eyes settled on my face then, for just a moment I saw something so sad in those eyes that the breath seized in my lungs.

He cleared his throat, seeming to shake off whatever he was thinking before smiling at his son. “I’m glad you had a good time with, y/n, buddy.”

Jack nodded vigorously. “I helped make dinner!”

“You did?” He questioned in fake astonishment. “When did you make dinner?”

“Tonight!”

Mr. Hotchner looked at me quizzically. “Oh, um, I wasn’t actually supposed to watch Jack tonight…but Jessica called and asked if I could. It was really last minute, and she’d already bought some stuff to make dinner…” I trailed off. “I hope that’s okay. Jesus Christ, y/n. You’re a 26-year-old woman, get it together.

His attention moved from me to his son. "Jack, go get changed into your pj's. It's almost bedtime." When Jack's mouth opened to protest this great injustice, his father went on. "You can tell y/n bye when you're done."

So much for a speedy escape, I thought. Instead, I just smiled at him. "Yep, I'll be right here, little man." Satisfied with this, Jack jumped out of his father's arms and ran towards his room.

“Why did Jessica need you to come over? Did something happen with Roy?” He looked genuinely worried, walking into the kitchen to stand near me.

I reached out and put a hand on his arm without thinking. "Oh, oh god no, nothing like that." Realizing I was touching him, I snatched my hand back like he'd burned me. "Sorry. She…she-um had a date."

His eyebrows rose so high they almost hit his hairline. “A date?” he asked, disbelief dripping from his words.

I chuckled. “That’s what she told me.”

He walked back into the living room then, leaning back against the couch, crossing his arms over his chest as he focused his dark gaze on me. “What about you?”

“…What about me what?”

“Does Jessica ever have to cover for you when you have dates?”

If Aaron Hotchner hadn’t made me so nervous, I might have picked up on how he phrased that question. As it happens, all I could do was fidget under his gaze. “Oh,” I chuckled nervously. “Ah, no. She doesn’t have to do that. I don’t really date.”

That had one of his eyebrows rising, his arms crossing across his chest. "Why?"

Because I want you to crack my back like a glowstick. “Um…you know, it’s hard to find the time.”

Thankfully Jack chose that moment to come barreling out of his room, charging full force at me. “You’re still here!” he exclaimed.

I smiled down at him when his arms wrapped around my hips. I put one hand on the back of his head, the other on his back, giving him a squeeze. “Of course I am! I couldn’t leave without telling you goodbye.”

“I wish you didn’t have to go,” he mumbled.

My throat worked as a sudden wave of emotion hit me. "Oh, Jack," my voice was thicker than usual when I spoke. "I don't like leaving you either, but you'll see me before you know it. I promise."

Once we had finally pried Jack off me, Mr. Hotchner went to take him to bed. He turned to me when he scooped Jack up in his arms. “Thank you for today.”

“It’s no problem, Mr. Hotchner.”

“You know you don’t have to call me that,” he said, his eyes never leaving mine. “Most people call me Hotch. Or you could call me Aaron.”

I didn't know what to say to that; all I could do was give him an awkward smile. I was gone before he came back into the living room. I didn't want to leave, I never did, but I couldn't risk being alone with…Aaron.

The following Thursday night, my phone started ringing just after 11:30. Glancing at it, I saw it was Jessica. “Hey,” I said in greeting.

“Hey, y/n,” she said, sounding frazzled. “I have a huge favor to ask. Dad’s home health nurse had to leave early tonight.” “Is something wrong with Melinda?” I hope not. She’s the sweetest.

“No, I don’t think so. But she needs to go home and there’s no one to sit with Jack. But Aaron isn’t home yet…”

“I’ll be there in 20.”

Which is why I was now in Aaron Hotchner’s apartment after midnight in a pair of shorts that were so short I only ever wore them at home and a t-shirt that I had had for forever. Jessica had sounded so upset when she called, I hadn't even thought to change. She had promised to be back as quick as she could; she said that Mr. Hotchner was flying back from a case, and she didn’t expect him until 5 a.m. at the earliest.

When I first arrived, I had tried to watch TV, my mind too wired to sleep, even though I had class at 9 am in the morning. Sighing, I glanced over at the clock to see it was just after 1:45 in the morning.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I whined out loud. I have to go to sleep; even if it’s just a little nap. I remembered Jessica had left some chamomile tea here for the nights she stayed over to watch Jack. Finding the kettle and the tea itself was no problem; the problem presented itself when I had to get a mug to put the tea in.

I had never considered myself a particularly short person; sure, I had to stretch to get things from time to time, but everybody did that. Looking up into the upper cabinets in the Hotchner house had me reconsidering that. The mugs were on the very top shelf and try as I might, I just couldn’t seem to reach them; my fingers kept grazing over the ceramic.

“Goddamnit,” I mumbled in a huff. What is the point to put mugs way the fuck up there? Some of us are a perfectly normal height…but noooo I have to work for giants. I braced my hands on the countertop as I heaved myself up on to said countertop. Once my knees were in place, I got the offending cup without further problems.

I blame how focused I was on my task for my not hearing the front door open, or the footsteps that followed. Which is why I had a mild heart attack when I heard a voice that sounded highly amused say from behind me, “What are you doing?”

Several things happened all at once, and very quickly. I let out the most embarrassing squeak in all of history, I lost my balance on the counter and the cup fell from my hand. The cup crashed to the floor and shattered. My fate might have been the same but two large hands caught me, gripping my hips from behind. I looked down to see his long fingers wrapping around my waist, gripping me tightly; my difficulty breathing then had nothing to do with how scared I was.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron said softly, still not releasing me. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“No, I get it,” I said lightly, attempting to act like I wasn’t going into cardiac arrest because he was touching me. “You’re a very stealthy FBI agent. It was bound to happen.”

He chuckled before his hands pushed my hips so I was twisting around, my legs shifting until I was sitting on the countertop, staring into the same dark eyes I thought about far too often. They weren’t as harsh as they usually were; tonight, they were soft and warm, and they made my pulse race a bit faster.

I moved to get off the counter when the hands that were still on my hips stopped me. “Hang on, let me clean this up first. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

Fantastic, I thought, hiding my face in my hands. It seems I was incapable of not making a fool out of myself in front of this man.

He worked quickly while I debated changing my name and fleeing the country; in the next moment, he was standing in front of me again. "What's wrong?"

“Oh, nothing,” I said, not moving my hands. “Just dying of embarrassment.”

Aaron actually laughed at that, moving closer to stand between my thighs, his hands coming to rest on the countertop on either side of my hips. “Why are you embarrassed?”

I dropped my hands then. “Because this is becoming a pattern! First, I fell asleep on your couch, then I almost fell off your counter and cracked my head like an egg.” I bit my lip, shifting under his gaze. “I’m sorry and thank you for catching me.”

“I didn’t mind,” he said softly.

He still had that soft look on his face, but he was smiling too like he was enjoying my embarrassment. He probably is. I had never been this close to him before. I didn’t know his eyes weren’t just one flat color of brown, but that lighter shades of brown whirled throughout. I had never felt the heat of his body before, but now I was so close I could smell him. Why does he have to smell good? I whined internally. If he just stunk, I could get over this.

This was exactly why I tried very hard to stay as far away from him as possible because I lost the ability to think clearly whenever I was with him. I couldn't stop my eyes from moving down to his lips. I was eye level with him from my position on the counter; all I had to do to brush my lips across his was lean forward, so that’s exactly what I did. His body stiffened slightly at the first touch of my lips to his. I pulled back, ready to apologize when his hand wrapped around the back of my head and pulled me back to him. There was nothing soft about this kiss. His free hand gripped my thigh, my hands held on to his shirt, trying to pull him closer. My tongue brushed against his mouth before he sucked on the tip of it, causing me to shudder. He took a step forward as his tongue twirled around mine. I could feel him when he settled against me; he was hard, and I found myself shifting my hips to rub against him.

The shrill ringing of his phone broke us apart suddenly. He was panting, his cheeks were slightly flushed. I thought I heard him let out a “fuck” under his breath as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone.

“Hey Jessica,” he answered.

Now that our moment was broken, I felt very self-conscious. What the fuck did I just do?! He is my boss. He is Jack’s dad. Aaron took a step back and I slid off the counter. This turned out to be a very bad idea on my part; my body brushed down the front of his, causing me to bite my lip to silence the moan that threatened to escape.

“Yeah, I landed a little while ago,” he said as I left the kitchen.

WhatthefuckWhatthefuck. I heard him end the call with Jessica before he quickly walked into the living room. A look of relief washed over his face when he saw me. “I thought you’d try to slip away.”

“I thought about it,” I told him honestly.

“Listen, y/n, about that in the kitchen,” he began.

I held up my hands. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Hotchner. I don’t know why I did that; I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” I was giving him an out because I couldn’t handle hearing the rejection I knew was coming. “I just…I guess we got caught up in the moment? And you’re really tired, I’m sure. I’m so sorry.” I was rambling now. “If you don’t want me to watch Jack anymore-“

“Y/n, no,” he interrupted. “No, this…you’re right, it was just a heat of the moment thing. It happens. I’m sorry I lost myself for a moment.” He cleared his throat, his face still set in softness. “Jack loves you. He doesn’t need to suffer for any more of my mistakes.”

Mistakes. The word hollowed me out and left me cold. I just nodded. “Right,” I said in what I hoped was an even tone. “Just a mistake. I should get going. It’s really late.”

Which is how I found myself driving home at almost 3 in the morning with tears running down my cheeks. A mistake.

Things went back to normal after that night. I continued to avoid Aaron Hotchner at all costs and he…did whatever he did. I tried to hide the hurt whenever I did happen to see him, but it was so hard when I could still feel the tingle from his lips on mine.

A few days after the “mistake,” I was babysitting Jack again. He’d went to bed at his normal 8:30 and all was quiet. I decided to do some TA work while I waited for Mr. Hotchner to come home. I was halfway through grading an essay when I heard the first noise come from Jack’s room. Lifting my fingers from the keys of my computer, I waited to see if I heard another sound. I didn’t have to wait long; not even a minute passed before I heard a strained cry. Jumping up, I hurried down the hall to Jack’s bedroom.

Cracking the door open I called, “Jack-attack? Are you okay, little man?” I didn’t see him right away; he had hidden under his covers and curled up into a little ball. “Hey, Jack. It’s just y/n.” I sat down on the edge of his bed. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

I saw the lump under the blankets start to move hesitantly before I saw his brown hair peak out of the blanket near his pillow. His eyes were wide and with the light shining in from the hall, I could see tears gleam in them. “Oh, buddy,” I cooed. “Did you have a bad dream?”

The boy nodded. “Yeah…there was a bad man…and my daddy didn’t come save me.”

I felt my breath seize in my chest. Jessica had told me a brief version of what happened to Jack's mother a few years ago. "Jack, you know your dad would always do whatever he had to do to come to save you." I shifted my position on the bed until I was sitting beside him. "He'd never let anything bad happen to you." Jack started inching closer to me. I held out my arms and smiled when he lunged for me; I wrapped him in a tight hug, rubbing circles on his back.

“My dad just isn’t home a lot anymore. He has a lot of work to do,” he mumbled into my shirt.

“Your dad would be home if he could, Jack.” I couldn’t quite keep the sadness out of my voice. It wasn’t fair to either Jack or his dad that he had to be away so much.

“I know,” the little boy whispered. “I just miss him sometimes.”

“Do you want to call him?” I offered. “I don’t think he’d mind.”

Jack just shook his head. “No, it’s okay.” He turned his face up to look at me. “Will you stay with me?”

I moved so he lay beside me with my left arm still squeezed around him. “Of course, bud.” I scooted down the bed so I was reclining instead of sitting straight up, pulling the cover-up over him again. "Do you want me to read you another story?"

He just shuffled under his covers, looking at me with the bashful innocence of childhood. “Can you sing to me until I fall asleep?”

I wasn’t the biggest fan of singing in front of people, but how could I turn this little face down? I just nodded. “Do you have any requests?”

“Nope,” he answered with a little grin on his face.

Unfortunately, at that moment every single lullaby I had ever know left my head. I couldn’t think of a single traditional lullaby. So, I decided to improvise. I started singing slower songs I knew, some of them might not have been appropriate for a 7-year-old’s lullaby, but I don’t think Jack cared that much.

He was almost out, drifting on the edge between deep sleep and awake. My arm was still around his shoulder, he was still snuggled to my side. I decided one more song would be enough, which meant I pulled out my second Beatles song of the night.

“Who knows how long I’ve loved you?

You know I love you still.

Will I wait a lonely lifetime?

If you want me to, I will.

For if I ever saw-“

I glanced up, immediately sensing there was someone else in the room. To my horror, Jack’s father was standing in the doorway, staring at me with an unreadable expression on his face. I swallowed nervously, then I turned to press a kiss against Jack’s soft forehead before I gently detangled myself from him. I straightened my clothes that to my further embarrassment had shifted around because I was laying with a wiggly child, then, attempting to keep my face impassive, I walked to the door, moving around his father as I exited.

Mr. Hotchner walked into the room and checked on his son, while I moved into the living room to gather my things. I wonder if he just left the money by the door, I mused. If he did, I could just make a dash for the door. I mean, if he didn’t, he could always just pay me next time. Sadly, my plans were escape were foiled yet again by the man in question entering the room.

"Sorry," I muttered. "I know he was up past his bedtime. I put him down at 8, but he had a nightmare." I was babbling, not meeting his eyes, my gaze very intently focused on my bag. "He asked me to stay with him until he fell asleep…" I finally looked up, shrugged, and said, "He's very hard to say no to."

“You don’t have to apologize for being nice to my son, y/n,” he said softly. “That’s one of my favorite songs on the White Album, you know.”

I hadn’t known that. “Mr. Hotch-“

He took a step towards me before I finished speaking. “Y/n, please, I can barely handle this as it is. Please call me Aaron.”

I just blinked up at him. “So, ‘Hotch’ is off the table now?”

That had a soft smile curving his lips upward. "That was a limited-time deal. You should have been quicker." I saw his hand rise up slowly, so slowly that I would have had time to move away…but I just couldn’t. He brushed my hair back from my face, his eyes were two pools of black in the dim light, they were swirling with something that made my stomach flutter.

“Aaron,” I breathed, having no idea what I was going to say.

He let out a soft sigh, turning his eyes upwards. When he brought them back down to mine, his hand slid from its place near my ear to cradle the back of my head. His eyes searched mine for a moment before his shoulders dropped slightly. “Fuck it,” he muttered before he leaned down and sealed his lips over mine.

I might have thought this kiss would be questioning or unsure, but there was nothing unsure about it. Aaron kissed me like he was starving for me. His teeth caught my bottom lip and tugged as he pulled away. “It wasn’t a mistake,” he breathed before bringing his lips more firmly against mine.

My hands began to move over his body; one of my hands grabbed his tie and used it to pull him closer to me, the other reached up to brush against the short, soft hair on the back of his neck. “It wasn’t?” I questioned when we broke away for air.

Aaron’s lips moved across my cheek, leaving soft kisses until he reached my ear. “No, sweet girl, it wasn’t.” His mouth moved down to my neck; his kisses turning into bites that were sure to become brushes. I didn’t care, I needed him. My hands moved to his shirt, quickly trying to undo all the buttons.

His hands moved down to the waist of my jeans, deftly flicking the button open before sliding the zipper down. “Is this what you want?” he asked as his hand touched my lower stomach, his fingers brushing over the elastic band of my panties.

“Yes,” I said, still working to free him from his shirt. “I want this so much.”

The fingers of his free hand rose up to tap my chin, forcing my eyes up until I met his gaze. "I want to hear you say my name again." His other hand lifted from my stomach to slide over the flair of my hip until he was gripping my ass. "Whenever I laid in bed that night after I had you pressed against me in my kitchen when I stroked my cock, I thought about you moaning my name.” The hand that was on my chin pulled away, skimming down my body until he was grabbing the other side of my ass. “So, say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you, Aaron.” So, so much.

His hands moved to the backs of my thighs, then he lifted me up his body, startling me. Jesus Christ, how strong is this guy? I threw my arms around his neck as he started walking us down towards his bedroom. A giggle escaped my lips. “I could have walked, you know.”

We had already entered his room; he tossed me gently on the bed before he turned to close and lock the door. He walked to stand at the side of his bed, his eyes devouring me. “I couldn’t give you a chance to sneak away again, sweet girl.” Aaron pulled off his tie before he finished unbuttoning his shirt, shedding it on the floor.

Fuck. Fuck, he’s hot. I pulled my own shirt over my head, and his body was on top of me before it even left my hands. Aaron's mouth moved down to my collarbones, his hand slipped behind my back to unhook my bra. Once the straps were down my arms, Aaron lifted himself up on his arms to toss it away, his eyes running over my body. "You're so beautiful," he said softly like it wasn't the sweetest compliment I'd ever been paid. He leaned over again, his lips skimming down to my chest before he wrapped his lips around one of my nipples.

“Fuck, Aaron,” I moaned.

He gave my nipple a flick with his tongue before he lifted his head. “Ssh, sweet girl. You have to be quiet. Can you do that?” He kissed his way over to my other breast. “I can’t do this if you won’t be quiet.”

“I can be quiet,” I whispered right before I bit my lip to smother my moan at the feeling of his mouth on me. “Maybe.”

His breath puffed against my skin when he laughed at me. My hands threaded through his hair when he brought his face back up to mine. My mouth opened eagerly for him, my tongue slicking over his while I tried to grind my body against him. Aaron was smiling when he broke the kiss, shifting up onto his knees. “Well, I appreciate you trying to be quiet at any rate,” he teased.

My response died in my throat when his fingers yanked my jeans off my legs, bringing my panties with them. I was totally bare in front of him. His eyes raked down my body in a way that would make me self-conscious with anyone else. How could I ever be self-conscious with a man who looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing in the world?

But when he started to kiss further down my body, I grabbed his arm, attempting to pull him back up to kiss me. “Aaron,” I whispered.

He pressed a soft kiss to my collarbone. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“You don’t…you don’t have to do…that,” I mumbled, feeling my face heat up.

Aaron braced himself on his arms and stared down at me. Enlightenment dawned on his face a second later. He leaned down to kiss me softly. “Do you not want me to?”

I bit my lip, feeling more flustered. “It’s just…I’ve never…and I know that guys don’t really like-.“ My words were cut off when he placed another kiss to my lips, still incredibly soft, but with more force than before.

"If it makes you uncomfortable, I won't," he said quietly. "But I can assure you, I can't think of anything more I'd rather do than lick your pussy until you cum all over my face." He skimmed his lips over my cheek to my ear. "And once you've come down, I want to slide my cock inside you and feel how soft and wet you are." His kisses moved down to my neck, his mouth sucking on my pulse point. "Then I want to fuck you until you're whimpering against my lips to make you cum again.”

I felt my core throb at his words. No one had ever said anything like that to me before. He lifted his gaze when he got back to my breast, flicking my nipple with his tongue. “Is that what you want too, sweet girl?”

I have never wanted anything more, I thought; but I was so far gone that all I could do was nod.

He gave me a soft smile, moving down the bed further to settle between my thighs, pulling them further apart. I felt a kiss pressed to one thigh, then the other. His hot breath washed over the part of me that was already so wet for him. “You’re beautiful here too,” he murmured before he pressed a kiss to my clit. I lifted my hips at the sensation, causing him to chuckle and move his hands to wrap around my thighs, his arms anchoring me in place. A second later I understood why he braced my hips. The second he flattened his tongue and licked the length of my pussy, my hips started moving involuntarily and my fingers tangled in his hair.

I felt a puff of air against me when he laughed again, and it made me smile. I didn’t expect Aaron Hotchner to be fun…or dirty in bed. All thought immediately left my head when he parted me with his tongue, dipping into my entrance before spearing his tongue into me. I felt the vibration when he moaned against me. "You taste so fucking good, y/n," he said, his voice still hushed. Giving my entrance one last lick, he moved up to my clit.

He spent time moving his tongue around me, learning what made me squirm. When he started fluttering his tongue quickly over my clit my hands started tugging on his hair and my thighs tried to snap together.

“Aaron,” I whined, attempting to rock my hips against his mouth.

I think he understood what I needed better than I did. His left hand released my thigh and moved down to my heat, just below his mouth. I felt his fingers brush over me before he pushed on inside me, causing my back to arch off the bed. “Aaron, Aaron, fuck.” He added a second finger, pumping them in a rhythm that complimented the movements of his mouth.

I wasn't prepared for when his lips closed around my clit, sucking lightly, while his fingers started to curl inside of me. “Oh my God," I moaned out, louder than I should have. "Aaron, I'm going to cum." I started pulling on his hair so hard it must have hurt, but he just moaned against me, never slowing his pace. "Aaron, fuck, please. I think…I-I-“

My words broke off as the band inside of me snapped, my pussy clamping down on his fingers and my back arching off of the bed, my mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

Aaron slowed his motions, slowly bringing me through the orgasm and back down to Earth. With one final kiss to my thigh, he rose and moved up my body until his face was hovering over mine. His lips were shiny with my arousal, they also looked a little swollen, but more importantly, they were smirking at me.

I’ll give him that one. Reaching up I cradled his jaw in my hands, bringing his mouth down to mine. I tasted myself on his lips and tongue when he licked into my mouth. Despite the powerful orgasm he had just given me, I was still desperate for him. I broke away from his mouth. “Aaron, I need you.”

He pressed another kiss to my lips before he lifted up and stood at the side of the bed, undoing the buckle of his belt. My eyes were fixed on his movements, watching as he unbuttoned his slacks and slid them down his legs. His cock was a thick pipe outlined in his underwear. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband before he spoke again. "I'll give you everything you need, greedy girl." Aaron pushed his underwear down, his cock springing free before he climbed back on the bed.

He was so much thicker than I expected he would be. I moved my hand down to wrap my fingers around him, pumping his length. He let out a groan and lowered his forehead to mine. “Baby,” he muttered. “I…fuck. I have to get a condom.”

“Aaron,” I whined. “I want to feel you inside me. I’m on birth control. Please?” The thought of anything separating me from this man was abhorrent to me in that moment.

I saw his willpower crumble. “Are you sure?”

So sure. “Please,” I begged lifting my head to kiss him. “I want you to fuck me.”

With a groan that I will remember for the rest of my life, he shifted his hips forwarded, allowing my hands to guide him to my entrance. Aaron kissed me then, slowly and deeply has he started to push inside me. My hand flew away from his cock, both my arms wrapping around his body to pull him closer to me. I felt my nails digging into his back.

Aaron broke our kiss with another soft moan that sounded like my name. “I knew you’d feel like this,” he whispered, pressing deeper inside me. “I knew your pussy would be this fucking tight, this fucking hot, and so fucking soft." He started moving in and out of my pussy, going in a little further each time. “You still have to be quiet, sweet girl.”

“I’m trying,” I moaned, my pussy already starting to flutter around him when he finally pushed all the way inside of me. “Aaron, fucking Christ.” I felt him everywhere, and I somehow still craved more.

He grabbed my thigh, pulling if further up his side, allowing himself to sink deeper inside of me. “I know, sweet girl. I know.” He started a slow pace, pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming back inside me.

My head was thrashing against the pillows, my teeth digging into my bottom lip. “Aaron, I need you to fuck me harder. Please.”

He groaned at my words, placing a sloppy kiss to my mouth before pulling back. He pulled one of my legs up until it was over his shoulder, the other still wrapped around his waist, and then he started to move faster inside of me.

I braced one hand against the headboard as he pounded into me. “Oh my god, Aaron,” my voice was a low whimper as I looked down to see his cock sliding in and out of me. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Baby, I want you to reach down and rub your clit for me while I fuck your tight little pussy.” His pace started to speed up as he spoke. “Can you do that for me?” He groaned when I complied, the stimulation to my clit causing my pussy to flutter around him. “Good girl.”

My fingers began to work frantically. “Don’t stop, Aaron. Don’t stop,” I begged. “I’m so close.”

“I know, sweet girl, I can feel you. Your pussy feels so good squeezing around my cock. You’re going to make me cum.” His thrusts were starting to get choppier, one of his hands braced on the top of the headboard while the other held my leg on his shoulder. “Do you want me to cum inside your pretty pussy, sweet girl?” He groaned loudly when my walls clenched around him. “It feels like you like the idea of that, don’t you baby?”

My fingers continued their pace, my head thrashing, my body trembling. “Yes. Fuck, Aaron. Please cum inside of me. Please.”

Aaron felt it first and acted quickly; his hand moved from my leg to cover my mouth. “That’s it, cum for me, baby.”

I thought my orgasm earlier tonight was powerful. It was nothing compared to how I felt when I came around his cock, only to feel him find his own release a moment after.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, y/n,” he breathed, giving a last few jerks inside of my body, pushing against the fluttering aftershocks of my orgasm. He rolled off me, careful not to drop all of his weight on top of me. To my relief, he quickly gathered me in his arm, pulling me against his body, pressing a soft kiss to my sweaty forehead.

My ear was pressed against his chest, allowing me to hear his heartbeat slowdown from its frantic pace and his breathing even out. I turned my head and pressed a kiss to his chest while his hand continued to stroke my back.

“That…that was amazing,” I said, looking up at him. “If I knew you had that in you, I wouldn’t have run out of the room every time I was alone with you.”

He laughed softly, his eyes sparkling. “Well, at least you’ll know for next time.”

My thoughts sobered at his words. Next time

“Hey,” he said, his hand cupping the side of my face. “No, don’t go away. I just got you.” He kissed my forehead again, then the tip of my nose, then both of my eyelids, before he tilted my face up further so he could press a kiss to my lips. “We’ll figure this out. We have to. I care too much about you to let you go.”

“I care about you too,” I replied, snuggling against his chest, my eyes suddenly feeling heavy.

I was almost asleep when I heard his voice rumble again. “Will you sing Beatles songs to me when I can’t sleep too?” His voice was sleepy and teasing.

I smiled into the darkness, not bothering to open my eyes. “If you want me to, I will.”

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- Reap the Stars for abbytheatre08

The prompt: After Ben's death, Rey goes mad and turns to the dark side. Only Ben's not dead anymore. ----------------------- She is consuming fire, magnificent in her rage. She will burn the galaxy to its foundations, until the ashes rain down and pile high as mountains. She will gather them into bouquets and scatter them like petals upon his grave.

He will be remembered, and they will not.

Call him The Light Bearer and Joy Giver. Call him He Who Loved and Laid Down His Life. Call him Ben.

- we are question marks that hang above the endless unexplained for AlwaysEverlark

The first time she walked into his club, she was looking for a job. Kylo took one look at her—the stubborn pout of her lip, the determined glint in her eyes, the ruddy glow of her face where the sun had kissed it—and swallowed a lump in his throat that was shaped like the words you’re too good for this place.

They needed a singer. Kira Johnson could hold a tune, knew the old standards, and had a knockout pair of tits to boot. A few slinky ballgowns and a touch of lipstick, and she’d more than do the trick of distracting suckers long enough to part them from their money.

The club solely needed to break even; anything they made on top of the Syndicate’s cut was gravy, and Kylo Ren had been lining his pockets with his own take for long enough that he could see Kira for the lump of clay that she was: rough-hewn, misshapen, but soft and supple and sure to curve under his touch.

- Eighty Bucks Says Sweetheart for Amoreusou

Ben likes puzzles. Rey needs help with a bunch of them. Good thing it's a slow day at the office.

- Seldom Visions for Andrina_Nightshade

After visiting an old Sith temple, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren has fallen into a deep sleep when he pricks his finger on the point of a red crystal. Rey become is the first to find him, but his rescuer isn't just any general or pilot, it's the woman he shares a soul with, who haunts his waking hours, who still sees him even in his sleep.

- The Dyad for aneighthdomain

Based of the Prompt: Groundhog Day scenario. Ben and Rey keep getting sent back to the first time they met and no matter what they do, Ben always dies so they stop trying to change events and just live a life time in the year between and couple of weeks and run away together.

- Saudade: The Love That Remains for AnneAnna

- The Delegation for aNerdObsessed

A humanitarian delegation from Naboo arrives at Niima Outpost. Rey is skeptical, to say the least.

- i don't want you like a best friend for anopendoor

It’s not like she hadn’t seen this coming—Rose told her weeks ago that he was invited. It was an inevitability Rey was always going to have to face, she just didn’t think that Rose would be so merciful as to also give every guest a plus one.

But Rey can’t really be upset—and she is totally, unequivocally not upset—that Ben's bringing someone because, well.

She is, too.

- Love is Weakness for bittersnake

“He’s someone I found on my recent trip to Corellia,” Rey replies placidly, her face practiced in its boredom. “It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Love is weakness,” her grandfather reminds her, the way he has for years. It’s why he doesn’t love her. He will not be weak. It’s why she doesn’t love him, either.

- in sickness and in health (with health being less likely) for BlueButterflyKisses

Deciding to spend the rest of their lives together is the easy part for both Rey and Ben; the trouble is in how to propose.

- Snowed In for Blueyedgurl

Never in her wildest dreams did Rey Johnson think she would ever get to meet her favorite other Kylo Ren. She also would have never entertained the idea of the scenario she found herself in. How did a hike in the woods lead to a snowstorm and taking shelter in a remote cabin in the woods? The idea was so ridiculous but had become reality. Stuck inside with a handsome stranger surrounded by a winter storm, Rey wonders what will happen with no power and only one bed. Will they be polite co-habitants stuck in a strange set of circumstances or is there room for something more?

- Curses, Comforts and Capybaras for Bombastique

Arrogant CEO bites off more than he can chew when he angers a witch... And suddenly finds himself transformed into a capybara. Can kindhearted wildlife rehabber Rey Niima help him break the curse?

- To Heal a Broken Soul for Cat2000

Ben survives the fallout of Exegol, but his connection to the physical world is in danger. Rey tends to him as she searched for a way to heal him.

- holding me like water in your hands for Ceallaigh

After Hux finds out Ben killed Snoke, Hux encases Ben in Carbonite. Rey refuses to let Ben stay frozen forever so she mounts a rescue.

- Like a Thief in the Night for chagrins

Their bond won't let them be alone. At least this time it's the middle of the night and they can't get into a shouting match.

- The Chance for Crysania

When Rey and Ben, long time co-workers who have never been able to admit their feelings to each other, go on a weekend retreat to work on a movie adaptation script together, a Nor’easter leaves them snowed in. On Valentine’s Day.

- Awake for cuddlesome

Something inside him is awake, and something inside her is about to wake up.

An alternate interrogation scene.

- darkness rises, and light to meet it for czechia

After the throne room, Jedi Ben Solo and Kira Ren meet again a year later.

- Not Quite a Fairytale for DarkMage13

Rey lets a stranger use the phone of the café she works at late one night. It changes the whole course of her life.

- You Won't Escape Me ('Cause I Set You Free) for DoorKeeper9

- The Canvas of Your Skin for darlingreadsalot

She was incapable of touching him without drawing blood, it seemed. Lines like vermillion paint streaked where her fingers sketched down the contours of his face, his back, and now his chest.

In which a Force bond is splintered, a resurrection goes wrong, a kiss is forgotten, and two almost-lovers avoid speaking for the better half of a year.

- Fleeing the Storm for driverfever

As the granddaughter of an merciless aristocrat, Rey’s life hangs on a thread at the hands of the French Revolutionaries. When her childhood friend, Ben, offers to platonically marry her in order to take her to his home in England to safety, she has no choice but to accept.

But her suitor and revolutionary Hux won’t give her up so easily. Hounded by revolutionaries and falling in love, Rey and Ben must use all their wits to flee Paris and make it to England.

- Equal Measure for dustoftheancients

When Princess Rey of Coruscant calls upon the cursed Sir Kylo Ren to help her escape her grandfather the emperor’s political machinations, she discovers freedom in the ancient familial magic that binds them together.

- Benimina Solo's Late On-Set Force Ability for Evangel10n

Benimina Solo has never, not even once, had an ounce of Force Sensitivity. She's done a great deal to move on with her life after failing out of her uncle's Jedi training school. So when Rey Palpatine comes into her life and suddenly everything changes, she's not a happy camper.

- Splatter for expendable

“You’re Palpatine’s girl,” he says coldly.

“His chief of staff, yes.” Rey’s eyes narrow. “And you have your hand on my ass, Kylo. Kindly take it off.”

“Or what?”

AKA powerful corporate rivals Kylo and Rey put the hate in love/hate.

- The Haunted Mirror for FangirlintheForest

When Rey travels to UK to attend the reading of his grandfather will, a grandfather she didn't know existed until that very moment, she finds a house, and a old story that will haunt her...

- i'm your secretary for firelord65

Kaydel pressed her lips together in a thin line, passing a pile of datapads over the desk. “I don’t know what that pretentious nerf herder has put into your brain, but these are tales of the key roles women have played in past rebellions.” She stood, tapping the pile. “They’re great reads,” she added, with a pointed raise of her eyebrow.

- and they danced across the sky for flipflop_diva

When he was still a child, he constantly watched the blue butterflies as they danced in the sky.

They seemed to be calling him, aiding him each instance that icy-cold darkness flowed through his very veins. The magnificent creatures saved him from the voices. They drowned out the incessant chatter in his head. Temporarily cleared away all the anger. During those brief respites, watching those blue wings flutter in the sky, Ben felt free.

But that’s another life. Another world. Another time. Another, another, another.

And Kylo's no longer a child.

No. He welcomes the darkness now. Embraces it.

- Finding The Answer for FrenchMartiniPlease

Rey pines for Ben Solo…so why does her soulmate mark always drain of colour whenever she gets close to him?

- Almost Unforgettable for HopeRebel

The woman in the mirror has blood on her clothes, cash in her bag, and a letter from her husband telling her it's better to forget. Well, he got his wish. She forgot everything-- including her name. And she wasn't the only one afflicted.

It'll take the combined efforts of gumshoes, a flatfoot, a washed-up Hollywood starlet, and more to get to the bottom of this bad business. In the end, these things always come back to the beginning.

- The Curl of a Sigh for irridesca

During the last song in Maxine’s set, a song she announces is called “Soul Companion,” Ben heads back out to the lobby to look for Rey. He finds her not with his eyes but with one broad shoulder, when he bumps into her and knocks her gig bag out of her hands and onto the plush carpet.

- and they were roommates for Lady_of_Haven

When Ben loses a bet to his roommate, Rey, he has to eat her out for 30 days.

- torn away from you (my heart is broken) for lakerose

The Force binds more than minds.

- If You Take Me for literallynoonecares

She sighed wistfully as she watched her two friends lean in toward each other as they danced, their lips meeting and melding together as they seemed to become one person instead of two separate beings. She had seen them kiss so many times, but this kiss … it was special.“I just want someone to kiss me like that,” she mused softly to herself, her eyes not leaving her friends.“I could make that happen if you wanted.”

- 3 Days in Vienna for Like_A_Dove

Kylo Ren, trained mercenary Alpha assassin, is on a mission—assassinate Chancellor Palpatine and bring his underground authoritarian regime to an end. It’s what the First Order demands, for the better of society.

It should be an easy task. He’s been getting close to the Chancellor and his cronies for years. So how is it that the unexpected appearance of an Omega, with a seemingly similar mission—and a wholly inconveniencing scent—become a distraction he hadn’t accounted for?

- Confidence and Desire for LittleLostStar

“Stay afraid, but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually, the confidence will follow.” - Carrie Fisher

- Love brightens even the most monstrous parts of ourselves for LRRH17

No one knows since when the giant, black bear has lived in the forest near Theed. Many stories about the origin of Kylo Ren circulate in the small village. After Rey has run away from Jakku, and arrived in Theed she has heard them all of, but has never actually meet the creature. This changes when her and her friends get attacked by bandits on their way back from Otoh Gunga.

- Your Sweetness Comes With Sugar on the Side for Lutrosis

Rey's daughter loses her mother as she wanders around the Supermarket. Ben finds her and the two connect over both being Type 1 diabetics. They find Rey, and Ben and Rey are instantly smitten. As they date and fall in love they discover that Jade and Ben are connected more than they thought and healing is brought to the Solo/Skywalker clan.

- Allegories, or Allusions to Real Life for maq_moon

“Boys, please stop arguing.” Rose rubbed her temples. “Poe, we get it, you’re childhood best buddies, you’ve got a better grasp on his character than some rando of a rando you met at a party. Finn, for fuck’s sake, we’ve been working with Ben for months. I’m pretty sure if he’s a serial killer or whatever, it would have come out by now.” Finn sat back in his seat, grumbling. “Not how serial killers work.” Rey was going to have a headache if this continued any longer, so she lied through her teeth at the reality of a new player joining their D&D party. "He seems nice." She didn’t trust a single inch of skin on that man. "I'm sure it'll be fine."

- A Mad Man, with a Box for MBlair

Rey and Ben meet, move in together, get engaged, and marry.

- Invite the Wild In for midwinterspring

Kylo Ren, the mysterious senator who appeared from out of the deserts of Jakku and somehow brought them back to life, has spent a long and unproductive session on Hosnian Prime. Now, it's time to go home. After all, there's someone waiting for him and so much for them to do together.

(The ancient Sith had some interesting rituals.)

- Purim Party for MissCoppelia

Rey goes back to visit her foster mother for a Purim celebration. She meets Ben Solo who's visiting his parents, who are friends with her foster mother. They have an attraction to each other right away, but try to play it cool.

- The Banished Heart for misszeldasayre

On Rey of Niima’s nineteenth name day, Jakku gains a new wizard.

Jakku is a withering outpost of the kingdom, and its people hope the new wizard - the mysterious Kylo Ren - will bring them the rains the land needs to heal. Rey is a lonely, clanless girl living in Niima, and she has a secret. One she hopes the wizard will be able to help her with too.

- The Smuggler's Bride for MyJediLife

Miss Rey Nemo is the new mistress of Manor Takodana, left to her by the late Lord Skywalker. When a strange man named Kylo Ren appears on her doorstep, she decides to hire him as her new groundskeeper. As Rey faces sinister threats and secrets are revealed, Kylo Ren may be the only person who can save her.

- Annabel Lee for myownlittleinfinity

Rey keeps finding these ... notes in her locker. She doesn't quite get them. They seem like love notes, but she doesn't know who they could be from. Meanwhile she's paired up with Ben Solo (who hates her despite her gigantic crush on him) for this English assignment. Who knows how THIS will go.

- with my body i thee worship for niennathegrey

- the losing game for no_big_deal

Sith Princess Rey Palpatine is given a peculiar gift for her Life Day: a Jedi. Not only that, one who is boorish, spirited, and stubborn. But, he presents an opportunity: one that could liberate her from a life under the thumb of her grandfather. She has seven weeks to change his heart before all her freedom is taken from her - forever.

- standing right in front of you for notkellymarie

When Senator Solo's engagement is pushed forward, he and his Jedi bodyguard, Rey, travel to Naboo alone for the announcement ball. The pair despise each other, constantly bickering and disagreeing with each other, which makes spending extensive amounts of time alone together all that more difficult. Until of course, one of them breaks...

- the good, the bad, and the smuggling for OccasionallyCreative

Ben Solo is a seasoned smuggler. And he’s not bad at it, either. But when bounty hunter Rey offers him a temporary partnership he can’t refuse, Ben will find himself pushed to the limits of his skill, patience, and resourcefulness on a job that’s dangerous enough to be his last.

It’s like his dad used to say: bounty hunters are nothing but trouble, kid.

- Whatever our souls are made of...his and mine are the same for Padawan_Writer

Ben and Rey meet only after Kylo has defected from the First Order and returned to the Resistance and his mother. Will the dyad still find a way to be?

- They say that only the dead have seen the end of war for politicalpadmé

“He traded his life for mine,” Rey choked, stomping back and forth in front of him so fast he could barely keep track of her. “He died. He died so I didn’t have to—and it’s not—it’s—after everything he’s gone through—it’s not fair.” Tears were running down her cheeks now, and Poe wanted to do nothing more than hug her, but there was nothing he could say—nothing she would want to hear. Poe remembered all the people he’d lost, all the times he had raged and screamed and cried about the unfairness of it all. “Leia sacrificed herself to bring him back,” Rey declared suddenly, ceasing her constant pacing around the fire as she looked straight at him. “And he sacrificed himself for me—and now no one’s going to know. All he’ll be remembered as is Kylo Ren, but he was—he was so much more.” She exhaled with a shudder and whispered, “He was a part of me, and I—I don’t feel whole without him.” ~

A Force Ghost Ben/Rey love story, with a side of rebuilding the galaxy.

- Cicatrix for Priestly

Getting cut up by Rey on Starkiller awakens something in Kylo.

- I Will Always Be With You for Prix

But she wouldn’t be able to hide her pregnancy for much longer. She was starting to show, and her friends would start asking questions. She would have to give them answers, some of them would not understand, and none of them would accept.

She carried his child. The tiny spark of light woven with darkness, just like her. Just like his father.

—————

The world has gone dark More times than you Or your mother Or your grandmother Can remember. And every hurricane That was meant to be The end of it all Had instead ended In sunshine again.

So believe me When I say; You will survive this And the next one too.

World’s End—Nikita Gill

- all my daydreams are disasters for QueenOfCarrotFlowers

During her search for the infamous Luke Skywalker — the man who predicted a devastating earthquake in New Madrid, Missouri — Rey finds herself entangled in Luke’s family history and with his brooding nephew, Ben Solo.

- on what ground I was founded (when I first saw you) for redbelles

Kylo dreams of Rey after the Battle of Crait. And the yearning is mutual...

Some Force Bond dream smut inspired by "Shrike" and "NFWMB" by Hozier.

- Last Summer for Reykenobi68

Rey had started to get used to Ben not living next door anymore by the time the holidays came around. Then he's back for the holidays. Rey is really expecting things to go wrong after the way he left at the end of the summer. ut is it really going to be that bad.

- The Long Way Home for reylotrash711

In the aftermath of Exegol, Ben and Rey are divided by misunderstandings. It will take time and danger for them to work things out.

- Under the moonlight for shariling

I don't know why I followed you here. She wanted to reply. Maybe because you're so tall I couldn't help but notice you. Maybe it's because of your hair or the way you move, or maybe it's because of that kind of melancholic look in your eyes. There is something about you that I find terribly attractive and I don’t know what it is: maybe the moon or the alcohol or the wolf I have met before infected me with some strange parasite and now I am hopelessly attracted to dogs, I do not know. She could have said one of these things, any of them, instead she said: “I've never bitten anyone before, and I want you to be my first.”

- Fallen for shipperofdarkness

Prompt: Devil!Ben and Angel!Rey or Angel!Ben and Devil!Rey. How do these two on completely opposite sides fall in love and defy worlds to be together?

- come away with me for silentfleur

Rey owns a tinker shop, but her life changes when she meets Ben Solo and is cursed by a witch. Not necessarily in that order.

- A Picture of Me Without You for SpaceWaffleHouseTM

"I suppose I'd somehow struggle through / But I'd hate to picture myself without you."

It's impossible not to have a soulmark. It's not a big deal, not in the lax and gin-soaked speakeasies of 1920s Manhattan, but it's still a heavy weight to bear, as Ben Solo and Rey find out side by side.

- Lips Raw With Love for stellardarlings

Their kiss on Exegol wasn't their first kiss...

Nor would it be their last.

- Everyone Makes Divine Mistakes for Takekurabehime

Jedi Knight Ben Solo is sent to Naboo on an errand of mercy (and to visit his grandparents). He arrives in springtime; but will he be able to complete his mission without finding himself distracted and bewildered when love and intrigue waft through the fragrant air?

- Glitter & Gold for TearoomSaloon

Rey is lead singer in an up-and-coming glam metal band. They've finally got steady performances, but that means playing at the same club as the Knights of Ren, whose lead singer definitely isn't interested in any competition.

- To kiss like lovers do for the-reylo-void (Anysia)

Ben and Rey spend their formative years growing up together in Medieval Scotland and it looks like they will end up together. Circumstances intervene and Rey loses her chance to be with him. Devastated, she carries on until the day clan Ren attacks Castle Jakku lead by the notorious killer Kylo Ren.

- Snow Turns To Rain for thehobbem

For a moment, he wanted to ask what she meant, but if he was being completely honest, he already knew. He asked himself that same question over the years, and none more often than tonight, since seeing her again. Was leaving worth it? Was going their separate ways worth leaving each other?

“I’m not sure,” he said finally, shaking his head. “I’m happy...” he said, and she tensed a little, so he continued, “with my work. I’m glad I’m doing what I love, but....”

“But?”

“But it wasn’t the only thing I loved.”

- Change the Dance for theresonatinglight

- Meet Me in the Woods for thewayofthetrashcompactor (BriarLily)

“What do you mean no one goes in there?” A chuckle. “It’s haunted. People see all sorts of weird things in there and some don’t ever come out. You’re better off living with your curiosity.” Rey wakes in a shadowy forest with no memory of where she came from, only her name. With the help of the resident guardian she takes a journey to figure out her past, and maybe even discover her future.

- permanent calligraphy (your name on me forever) for Thursdaygirl

As they continue to work together, two things become clear. One: Ben Solo is an enigma. He’s preppy yet humble, privileged yet introspective. He’s the opposite of lazy; she kicks herself every day for assuming otherwise. And two: Ben Solo will never love her.

- show me the stars. for tmwillson3

“I don’t hate Christmas, I just don’t love it the way you do.” Lifting his head, he pulls a face, loosening up a tangled ornament of a poodle with pink, curly fluff. Rey snatches it from him possessively, tossing it back to the cart. “No one loves it the way you do, to be fair.”

“Now that’s the truth,” says Poe, who Finn invited about half an hour ago to keep him company.

“People have bad taste, I don’t know what to say.” Huffing, Rey scrolls through her phone with more intent. “Neither of you are helping me, anyway.”

“What’s the problem?” says Poe.

“Rey thinks her hot neighbor hates her —”

“He does hate me.”

“ — When really he’s been flirting with her for the past, oh I don’t know, how long have you lived there?”

- I realized that I need you, I wondered if I could come home for VR_Trakowski

Rey is doing exploration work for the Resistance, searching for force sensitive planets so any force sensitives that they find have a place to train.

One day, midflight she finds a slip of paper with the elegant scrawling words of the ones that came before. The ones that she found when Ben still roamed the galaxy.

When she lands on a dark and barren planet she is forced to face the feelings she thought she buried.

- Shadows of the Moon for walkingsaladshooter

The hallways got darker, the corridors grew longer. Shadows stretched across the walls. The ghosts of Breha Manor grew each night.

Rey clutched her necklace. Ben met her gaze.

And every night, there was weeping.

- show the way (the world could be) for writergenie

In the aftermath of the Battle of Crait, Rey struggles to find her place among the Resistance. However, her lingering Force bond with Kylo— Ben— whatever name he calls himself— complicates things, blurring the line between friend and foe.

When the tension threatens to boil over and a desperate plan goes awry, Rey begins to wonder whether there really is a line between light and dark after all.

(Stars do burn brightest in the blackness of space.)

- why don't we go (somewhere only we know) for XarisEirene

The bond snaps back into place, even stronger than before. He is here. With Rey, yes, but with Luke - Luke, who is looking at them now with that same dangerous glint in his eye that haunts Ben’s dreams.

- renewed, transfigured, in another pattern for yodalorian

Rey mourns on Tatooine while Ben is stuck in the World Between Worlds. But neither of them are alone, and blue butterflies light a path back to each other.

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