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viennakarma · 3 months

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Satisfaction [Part 2]

PART 2 OF SATISFACTION

Summary: Four times Lewis tried to apologize, and one time he didn't need to.

Word count: 4.3k

Tags: female!reader, apologetic!Lewis (finally), physiotherapist!reader, a little bit of romance, Lewis is trying, reader is more forgiving than the author would be, cursing, a bit angsty, happy ending, not beta read

Relationship: Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Note: I'm so sorry for taking so long with this! I had a writer's block specifically with this one. For everyone who sent me asks about it, I read everything, sorry if I didn't reply to all! Luckily, one dramatic anon sent me an ask saying they would graduate college with a doctorate before this came out, and it made me laugh out loud BUT it actually sparked something in my brain and I managed to write, lol. So, thanks, Dramatic Anon, I owe you one :D

I'm sorry if it's rushed or full of mistakes (haven't had the time to proofread).

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“Hey, Lewis! How are you doing?” Angela said as soon as she picked up his call, and Lewis held his breath before answering.

“Yeah, uh, I’m alright-”, he scratched his face nervously.

“I hope you’re not giving Y/N a hard time anymore, yeah?” Angela joked a little, her voice light.

“Oh. You know about that?”

“Yeah, I called her a few days ago to check in how’s the work and she mentioned you were not very receptive,” Angela said and Lewis noticed that, even saying that, you didn’t call him what he was. A complete prick. “And since she didn’t call again, I assumed things got better between you two.”

“Well, about that-” Lewis sighed, not knowing.

“What?” Angela paused, her voice suddenly serious again.

“She resigned. And it was entirely my fault.” He ripped the band-aid off.

“Lewis, what the actual fuck?!”

“I was awful to her. Way worse than I assume she told you. And before you call me every name under the sun, I need to contact her and apologize. Unfortunately, she blocked my number now, so if you can kindly let me know her address, so I can apologize.”

“You better fix this mess, Lewis.” Angela said before ending the call, as less than a minute later, a text popped up on his screen, your address. Which was in London, not very far from his own neighborhood.

Lewis sent flowers to your place with a small note apologizing and asking you to unblock him. When you didn’t answer and didn’t unblock him, he called the florist he had ordered to double check if you had received the flowers. You did. So you just didn’t want to talk to him. He kept sending a bouquet every day for the next three days. On the fourth day, as he was back home, he decided to go to your place himself.

He brought another bouquet, ringing the bell in your house. He rose the bouquet to cover his face, and he heard your voice, opening.

“Hi there, buddy! If I give you a hundred pounds, would you not bother bringing these flowers here? Just- throw them on the bin or something-” You stopped abruptly as the flowers lowered revealing not the young delivery man who’s been bringing flowers to your place every single day, but Lewis Hamilton himself.

“So you’re not even receiving the flowers?” He asked, sounding hurt.

“I got the first one, and I have no interest in anything that comes from you,” you managed to say, looking him straight in the eyes.

You looked exhausted, your hair was messy and your face lacked any makeup. But worse of all, you looked hurt and angry.

“Wait, let me just- let me apologize, I can explain even if it’s not-” He dropped the bouquet, pleading.

“Just fuck off, ok? You have not a single reason to be here today.”

“I was an ass to you and-”

“And now we’re nothing. We are just strangers, nothing more, nothing less. Fuck off!” You said and didn’t even give him a second before slamming the door on his face.

II.

So the flowers were a no.

And he wasn’t sure where to go from that, since he couldn’t come up with any other way to make you at least give him a chance to talk.

He was still trying to think of something when he crossed paths with Oscar Piastri during media day. Lewis stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the rookie driver munching on a little protein bar, the package showing it was the same as you had offered him weeks earlier.

“Hey, there, Oscar!” Lewis greeted him, “if you don’t mind me asking. Where did you get this?” He pointed to the little package in his hand.

“Oh, Lando’s new PT! She’s covering for Jon as he’ll be a few weeks on paternity leave.”

“Oh, is she here?”

“At McLaren, yes.”

Lewis nodded, going straight there, not bothering with explaining why he was there just walking in. He found you in a small room with Lando. You were guiding him through a stretching session with a silicone stretching. Lando was telling you something and you were laughing, a hand on his shoulder as Lando pulled his arms in and out.

“-no way you said that! Poor thing, she must have been scared!” You said, then you two laughed.

You were looking healthier than the last few times he had seen you. You looked like you had been sleeping well, and your hair was pretty, and you were wearing make up.

As Lewis approached, and you noticed his presence, you stopped laughing, face getting serious and focused on Lando.

“Oh, hey man!” Lando greeted him, smiley and unaware of the thing between you two.

“Hi. Y/N, can I talk to you? I just need one minute then I’ll leave you alone.”

You scoffed but didn’t look at him, and Lando looked from your face to Lewis’ confused with the tension suddenly so thick he would be able to cut it with a knife.

“Y/N, can you just-”

“You’re all good, Lando. Tomorrow we do another session an hour before Free Practice, and then a stretching session between FP1 and FP2.”

Lando nodded, unsure of what to do so he just watched as you turned away and packed your bag, leaving with long strides through the door.

“Mate, I don’t know what the fuck you did, because I’ve never seen her be mean ever since I met her. Good luck, though, seems like you need it.” Lando said, leaving to the opposite side.

Lewis muttered “fuck” before going after you. He found you outside the motorhome, and ran up to block your path, but he miscalculated and you ended up running straight into him.

“What the fuck? Dude, just leave me alone!” You tried walking past him but he blocked you again.

“Please, I’m so sorry! Really, I am, I was such a dick to you and you didn’t deserve any of that.”

You didn’t look at his eyes, adjusting your bag as you sighed.

“I just- I don’t understand why you are doing this. I’m no one, I’m nothing. Just go on about your life.”

“No, no- You’re not nothing. I’m really sorry for the way I treated you when all you offered me was kindness.”

“Fine! Ok.” you muttered, seemingly exhausted, “Can I go now?”

He knew you didn’t actually forgive him, so he just let you go because he didn’t want to pressure you into something you were visibly not ready for. It didn’t mean he would give up, just that he needed a different approach.

III.

Lewis managed to find out that you’d stay a few more weeks working with Lando, so he arranged a well crafted plan to have you listen to him.

Desperate times asked for desperate measures.

So he managed to talk Lando into letting him drive you to the track that weekend, you two would have time to talk on the drive. He waited behind the wheel watching as you went to the backseat to leave your bags, then you opened the passenger door, smiling and chatting. But you stopped smiling as soon as you sat down and noticed him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, sounding more annoyed than angry.

“I’m your ride to the track today.”

“I’d rather not,” you muttered, removing the seat belt you had just put on.

“There’s no one else to take you there, please, just let us go,” he asked softly. You sighed, putting on the seat belt again and he smiled reaching the cup holder and offering you a cup of coffee, “got you a coffee.”

“Thanks,” you took it begrudgingly, but as you took a sip, you noticed it was your favorite, “how do you know I like this coffee?”

“You told me, during one of our sessions.”

“I thought you weren’t listening to a single word I said,” you scoffed, almost disdainful. He took it, because taking your anger was little compared to what he did to you.

“I listened to you.”

“Weird way of showing, then.”

You stared at the road he was softly driving. You didn’t like his company, that much was clear, but he was on a mission, and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to properly apologize.

“I don’t even know why you treated me like trash,” you muttered suddenly, sniffling like you were trying to contain the tears, “just- I was so happy, you know? I’ve always been a fan of Formula 1, watched it growing up and everything. Then I get here all happy to achieve the greatest dream and I just get treated like shit from day one. I tried to be funny, I tried to be kind, I tried to be silent, and none of it worked. I don’t understand what you want from me now! I’m a person too, ok? I get sad and frustrated, and I have my own problems, but I don’t go around making everyone else’s lives shit just because I’m mad!”

“Yes, you are right. I treated you like shit when you never deserved it. I really regret it, for what it's worth,” He sighed, looking at you for a moment before focusing on the road, “my life was shit. I know it’s not an excuse, but it’s the truth. I was just coming out of a relationship that I thought meant a lot to me, and I just lost Angela, who is one of my closest friends, and I was on the verge of losing my seat. It felt like everything was going wrong for a few weeks.”

That made you pause, turning to stare at him.

“What do you mean, losing your seat?” You sounded genuinely curious, and even a little worried.

“The negotiations for a new contract weren’t going ahead, and I was really worried Mercedes was going to get rid of me.”

“But you’re like- one of the GOATs! Why would they lose you?” Now you sounded exasperated, like you couldn't believe that.

“Well, now everything is alright and signed, but it felt like I was really at risk back then.”

You stayed silent for a few minutes, mulling over his words, trying to wrap your head around his excuses. You were thoughtful the rest of the drive, until Lewis pulled up in a parking lot at the track. Finally, you nodded to yourself.

“I forgive you, Lewis. Just- Don’t do that to anyone ever again, it’s not cool,” you said, unlocking the seat belt, “thank you for the ride and for the effort in apologizing. Goodbye, Lewis.”

You took your bags from the backseat and left after waving at him again. It felt like a closed chapter to you, and you could bury whatever resentment you felt towards him. It was freeing in a way.

IV.

Lewis didn’t see you for a couple more race weeks, despite casually walking in front of McLaren’s garage and hospitality. He couldn’t catch a glimpse of you and he genuinely worried that your last goodbye was definitive.

Fortunately he saw you again late at night after a race. Almost everyone had left already, and Lewis had a long debriefing meeting with his team, so it was sheer luck to find you on the way to the parking lot, where you were standing against the wall, hugging yourself under a big coat and holding your bags. You seem worried and unwell.

“Hey,” he said, trying to sound like he wasn’t ecstatic to see you again, “are you ok?”

“Yeah, um- I missed my ride back to the hotel, so I’m trying for an uber or something,” you said, but Lewis unnoticed how you were pale and your lips looked dry.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You look like you’re about to pass out.” He pointed, and you breathed in, slowly. You felt very, very cold, with shivers up your body that you miserably trying to contain.

“I’ve got a little fever,” you mentioned, finally. Lewis raised his hand and touched your forehead, feeling it way more warm than a little fever.

“Little fever? You’re burning!” He exclaimed, putting his own Mercedes coat over you, then taking your bags and putting them over his shoulder, “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back.”

“You don’t have to, really-”

“I’m not leaving you here in the late hours of the night while having a fever! Now, come on!”

He held your forearm, worried you’d stumble and fall or something. With a big umbrella to face the rain, he guided you to his car, where a driver was waiting. The two of you sat on the backseat as Lewis instructed the driver to take you to the hotel.

“Should we take you to see a doctor or something?” Lewis asked.

“No, don’t worry, I already took an antipyretic. It should work soon.”

Back in the hotel, Lewis accompanied you up to your room even when you wanted to refuse, but he said he was worried, and it felt honest, so you let him take you up. He didn’t let you say anything as he pushed the door of your room and walked you inside.

“Are you still feeling cold?” He asked.

“Yes,” you put your bags away, but you watched as Lewis went into your luggage, “um- excuse me?” you crossed your arms, annoyed at him going through your things.

“Change into this, it will keep you warm,” he tossed you a sweater and matching pants, “I’ll ask room service for soup, so you can warm up.”

Huffing, you went into the bathroom and changed, glad because you were in fact a little bit warmer. You wore socks for the cold and got into bed, where Lewis helped tuck you in, pulling the duvet tight around you.

“Why are you doing all this? We’re just strangers, Lewis.” You shook your head, watching as he walked around the bed and sat beside you over the duvet.

“We’re not strangers, and I wanted to help,” he shrugged.

“We are strangers, we know nothing about each other,” you muttered.

“Well, I’m Lewis, my favorite color is purple and I have a dog named Roscoe,” he said which made you chuckle a little, “there, not strangers anymore.”

“Well, I’m Y/N, my favorite color is yellow and I don’t have a pet yet, but hopefully soon.”

Lewis eyed you carefully.

“I know you’re with McLaren on a temporary contract, so I was wondering if you’d be willing to come back to Mercedes after that,” he said, slowly. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I won’t go back, Lewis.” You said softly, for him to know you weren’t angry anymore, but the world had spun, life went on…

“But- Ellie said you were such a big fan! It’s ok if you don’t want to work with me anymore, I’ll understand. But I don’t think it’s fair that you lose your chance in such a big dream because of an asshole like me!”

“There are always other dreams to have, Lewis. When a door closes, others may open,” you untucked your arm so you could hold his arm in comfort. He held your hand, and when he felt your cold hand, he rubbed it softly, to warm you up.

“It’s not fair-”

“Lewis, I’m moving to Madrid in a few weeks.”

He stopped, visibly deflated hearing your words.

“I’m so sorry, I should’ve never-”

“Lewis, it’s not because of you,” you pushed the duvet, freeing yourself so you could sit up beside him, backs to the headboard, “I got an amazing offer from Real Madrid. I’m gonna join their PT team.”

“Oh.”

His stomach dropped once again, thinking that life would lead you two different paths, new future, new plans, and Lewis won’t even be able to make it up to you through time as he was hoping for. Lewis expected that, with you coming back to Mercedes, he would have time to apologize with actions, more than just words.

“They’re my favorite football team, and I’ve always dreamed of getting there,” when you noticed how down he was with the news of your departure, you pressed his hand a bit more, “I told you there are many dreams to achieve.”

“You wouldn’t have to worry about it if I hadn’t been so-”

“That’s enough, Lewis, it has nothing to do with you. This is my choice, something that I also dreamed of. It’s not the end of the world. If anything, there are lessons in what we went through.”

He wanted to ask you to stay, to give him and the Mercedes dream one more chance, but he knew it would be selfish of him to ask that. And he wasn’t willing to be selfish with you anymore. He would only have maybe a few more weeks with you, that he intended to nurture a friendship with you.

When your soup arrived, he stayed and watched you eat, and you thanked him profusely as the meds started working and you felt the fever dissipating.

Lewis ended up going back to McLaren to find you all the time. Sometimes he brought a coffee for you, some other times he just wanted to invite you to lunch, or he wanted a protein bar, and after almost two weeks of that, his excuses ran dry and he only said he wanted to check on you. and he had been checking on you for a couple more weeks now.

“So…” Lando muttered with a knowing smirk, “you and Lewis, uh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, as you spotted Lando from behind, analyzing his squats.

“You went from hating him to becoming his friend pretty quickly,” Lando pointed.

“And…?”

“I don’t know but he’s here all the time to see you.”

“Nah, he’s just passing by.”

Lando let go of teasing you and switched topics to talk about something else for the remainder of your session. After you finished and Lando went for the post race debrief, you were getting ready to leave when Lewis found you again.

“What do you want?” You squinted your eyes at him. Lando’s teasing voice still in your head.

“Moody, are we?” Lewis joked, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.

“Lewis.”

“Fine, fine! I’m taking you to dinner later today, ok?”

“Are you asking me out or demanding?” You frowned, pretending to be moody.

“I’m inviting you and implying I’m not taking no for an answer,” He winked.

“Lewis, I don’t think we-”

“Think of it as a farewell, celebratory dinner, yes? You’re leaving so soon to Madrid! Pretty please?” He joined both hands like he was begging.

“Fine. Stop pouting.” You rolled your eyes and he giggled, before leaving.

He texted you two hours later saying he was coming to pick you up. You dressed cozy and comfortable, since it was absolutely not a date. He texted you to let you know he was downstairs when you were finishing with your hair. As soon as you got in the car, you checked Lewis’ outfit.

“Is this ok?” You asked, pointing at yourself.

“It’s perfect.”

Lewis drove for forty minutes to the next town over. In the end, he took you to a cozy restaurant, small, a little cramped but so familial and cozy. You two sat in a corner booth, far from the windows. You went over the menu as Lewis explained that this place’s food tasted homemade and they also had vegan options, so he always went there whenever he was in that part of Italy.

You told Lewis everything about your move, how you had found a great apartment close to work, how you had enrolled in Spanish classes to start a month after your arrival, and everything.

After a hearty meal and chatting a lot, you two decided to go for a walk to eat some ice cream. The air was windy but not very cold, so you just walked side by side a little late at night.

“Are you sure nobody will see us?” You looked around to see if anyone had recognised him or had taken pictures.

“Yes, it’s very discreet in this part of town. Besides, it’s a little late, so not many people are around.”

“This is a very good gelato, Lewis! Thanks for taking me out today.” You muttered as the two of you walked around a big, dark park. You stood under a lamp post, finishing the last of your ice cream.

“How are you feeling about Madrid?” He asked you, looking interested.

“Nervous. Excited. I don’t know.” You whispered, smiling, you held the lamp post and let it take your weight as you flung around, all smiley because of the bit of wine you had at the restaurant, “It’s like a new adventure. You know when you’re about to do something that might be risky but gratifying? You’re scared but you have to-”

As you completed a full 360 around the lamp post, you were met with Lewis walking up to you and kissing you. He pressed his lips to yours, firm but tender, and it took you a while to assimilate what was happening. You held his coat and pushed him away only enough to break the kiss. The lime gelato kiss that had your stomach full of butterflies, and your heart beating almost out of its cage.

“Lewis-” you shook your head, still confused.

“Sorry, I- I just couldn’t pass on the opportunity,” he sighed and his breath fanned your cheek.

“We shouldn’t,”

“Why not?” He raised one hand to cradle your face, his thumb running your cheek.

“Because we started too messy. And- and I’m leaving soon. We don’t need to complicate things.”

You whispered, still not pulling away fully. You wanted it, so bad. But you knew you couldn’t get tangled in a messy situationship right before leaving. He was tempting, but you weren’t willing to risk whatever time was left of your silly little friendship.

So you took a step back. Still, you took his hand in yours, letting his warmth engulf you.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, but you just smiled at him, seeing how he was memorizing your face, and how your eyes were shining bright for him.

“It’s ok. Just, wrong place and wrong time, right?”

He gulped, nodding.

You didn’t kiss again, but Lewis held your hand the whole drive back to Monza.

Understandably, Lewis didn’t come back for your last week at McLaren. Despite being a little hurt about his absence, it didn’t really upset you, deep down you knew that it was better like this. The distance would make the goodbye easier for the man who wormed his way into your life. The whole team at McLaren gave you a farewell cake, which was sweet considering you were just a temporary hire.

You had tears in your eyes saying goodbye to the team and to the formula 1 track.

After that, you went back to London to finish packing, and shipping a few of your furniture and belongings. The dinner with your family and closest friends was filled with tears, and you finally caught up with Angela, explaining everything that had happened.

When the day came, your parents and siblings took you to the airport and you said goodbye with teary eyes and a heavy heart.

You were about to board when a sudden commotion caught your attention, and from between the crowd Lewis Hamilton emerged, running towards you as if he were in a marathon. Confused and shocked, you waited for him to get closer, and as soon as he stopped in front of you, he held your face with both hands and pulled you in a kiss. After two seconds, you returned the kiss, deepening it by opening your lips. He devoured you for a couple more seconds, before pulling away when you were both panting.

“Lewis? What the fuck?”

“This doesn’t have to be a goodbye, right? We can- I don’t know, we can figure it out,” He muttered, face close to you.

“Lewis,” you hesitated, “I’m moving away. We’ll spend most of out time in different time zones-”

“Wouldn’t you like to try? It’s better to try than spend our lives haunted by what ifs” His argument was convincing. And the fact that he was just centimeters from your face, and the fact that you had just kissed and his cologne was divine… Very tempting.

“Lewis, the next time you cause a scene in front of an entire airport, I’m killing you,” you whispered, pecking his lips once more as the crowd dissipated of people boarding the plane.

“I wanted it to be memorable, like a romcom.”

“You’re annoying, that’s what you are. You’re lucky you’re handsome” You rolled your eyes, but Lewis could still see the big smile on your face, eyes glinting.

“Is that a yes to my question?”

“One date, Hamilton. And we’ll see where it will go from that” You smiled, pushing his chest, taking a step back.

“I’m going to Madrid as soon as the triple header is over,” He promised, pulling you close again by the waist.

“You better! I don’t know, maybe I will meet a handsome Spaniard,” You joked, playing hard to get. You closed the distance so you could whisper in his ear, “You better work if you want any prize, pretty boy.”

He gasped at your seductive words, and you pushed him away. He smiled at you. Pulling one of his necklaces, he put it around your neck, a pearl one, very beautiful. The airport called all the passengers for the flight.

“A promise. Yeah?” He said, holding the necklace softly.

“Yeah. See you soon?” You nodded.

“See you soon.”

He watched as you walked away, and before boarding, you turned around and blew him a kiss. He laughed, pretending it hit him right over his heart.

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explosionkatsu · 4 months

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AGE DOESN'T MATTER 23

Dad!Bakugo x Teacher!Babysitter!Reader

7 p.m. is what it says to the clock and Katsuki hasn't arrived yet. It seems like Eijiro is quite busy as well for Kazui is still with her.

You were starting to feel uneasy since something must've come up that caused them to be this late. After checking your watch once again, you've decided to just drop Kazui yourself. The thing is, you don't know where Katsuki's parents live and you doubt you'll get a detailed answer from him.

'Well, no harm in trying.' You thought to yourself and poked Kazui who was busy watching some cartoons on your phone.

"Kazui-chan." You called out making Kazui look up at you confused.

"Hai?" He responded.

"Do you know where your bachan lives?" You asked.

You were surprised when Kazui told you the complete address, including the lot number.

"H-how?" You were amazed.

"Papa told me if I got lost, I can state Bachan's address so that someone can take me there safely!" Kazui beamed.

"That's very smart of you, Kazui-chan." You praised and gently patted his head smiling.

"Thank you!" Kazui answered.

"What do you say I drop you instead to your bachan?" You suggested. "I don't think Uncle Eiji will be here anytime soon. Something must've come up."

Kazui just nodded when you noticed him yawning. Of course, he's exhausted.

"Alright. Let's pack our stuff and head out." You said.

Y/n began fixing her things as well as Kazui. Once finished, she checked everything and left the school taking Kazui's hand to hers. She plans on buying something to consume on their way as well since it's been hours since Kazui ate anything.

Y/n took Kazui to a ramen house where Kazui finished his meal almost immediately and ate his yogurt on the bus. You intentionally made him sit at the window seat so that he'd be able to point out the place.

"We're here!" He suddenly exclaimed while pointing to a certain house.

Y/n pressed the stop button resulting in the bus halting a few blocks away from where Kazui's pointing. Carefully, Y/n guided Kazui out of the bus and headed to where he was pointing.

'If this is the wrong house, she could just apologize and say it's the wrong house.' Y/n thought while internally praying, as well as readying herself for the excuse.

When they reached the porch, Y/n shakingly pressed the doorbell twice. She was ready to make an excuse, chanting it over and over in her head. Her dread vanished when a woman who looked exactly like a female version of Katsuki opened the door.

"Can I- Kazui!?" Mitsuki shrieked. "Where the hell is your father?!"

"Bachaaan!!" Kazui beamed hugging Mitsuki.

"That brat," Mitsuki mumbled. "Masaru! Your brat left Kazui to some- wait." She blinked, finally looking at you. "Who are you?"

"O-oh!" Y/n stuttered. "I am Y/n L/n." She said and bowed down. "I am Kazui-chan's homeroom teacher, as well as his babysitter."

"Did Kat-, Bakugo leave Kazui to you?" Mitsuki asked and let Kazui in the house.

"Oh, not entirely." Y/n sweat dropped. "Kazui has been waiting for Kirishima to pick him up. But it seems like something came up. I realized it was getting a bit late so I decided to drop Kazui myself, which I am a bit thankful he knew the whole address." She explained, chuckling in the end.

"Oh what am I doing, come in!"

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"Glad we were able to catch that villain. Man, I thought I'd leave patrol early today." Eijiro said while sitting on the stretcher and letting someone treat his wounds. "Sorry, I couldn't pick up Kazui today."

"Shit!" Katsuki cussed.

"What is it?" Eijiro asked looking at Katsuki in panic.

"I have a fucking date today!"

"What?! With who!?" Eijiro exclaimed. "Bro. You realized it's 8:30 in the evening already, right?"

"I'm supposed to fucking pick her up at the daycare."

Without hesitating, Katsuki told the medic to stop treating him.

"Who!? Where- Dynamight!!!" Eijiro called out. "Awe man."

Katsuki darted away from the scene focusing on getting to the daycare fast, hoping Y/n and Kazui were still there. But as soon as he reached the establishment, he saw that the lights were out and the portico was locked.

"Fuck!" He cussed loudly.

'She must've taken Kazui her. But where? At her home? Yeah. Probably it.' Katsuki thought to himself and blasted himself towards Y/n's apartment.

It took him a few minutes to get there only to notice that her lights were off as well.

"What the hell?" He mumbled. "Where the hell are they.." Katsuki said. He went to the window to check closer but saw no one.

The only place he hasn't gone yet is his own house and his parents.

"Damn it." He cussed once again and blasted away.

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"So, you've been spending time with Katsuki." Mitsuki was surprised after learning this. It irritates her that Katsuki never tells him anything. "So, how's he?"

Y/n, who was sitting in the dining with Mitsuki smiled. "He's very-"

"Difficult?"

"A-ah. No..." Y/n sweat dropped. "He's really sweet." She giggled. "Whenever I come over to take care of Kazui, I usually cook dinner for 3 people. He'll get mad at me for cooking instead of ordering takeout since he always leaves enough cash for takeouts."

"What do you do to the money he leaves?" Mitsuki asked before sipping her cup of tea.

'Ah.' Y/n thought. It seems like she knew what Mitsuki was doing.

"I bought groceries." Y/n looked down as she said this. "I noticed that there aren't any greens in the fridge. It's usually meat, cereal, a bunch of juices, and a few spices."

"What happened to Katsuki." Mitsuki facepalmed. "That kid is always passionate about his cooking."

"He always complains whenever I cook for him, but he'll eat it anyway." Y/n giggled and took a sip of her tea.

"Why do you do it?" Mitsuki's getting interested in Y/n.

"I can see how tired and exhausted he is whenever he gets home from work."

As Y/n went on to explain, she didn't know that Mitsuki was watching her facial features. Her expression changes whenever she mentions something about Katsuki.

'He'll be so lucky to have this woman.' Mitsuki thought smiling to herself. "Ah. I'm sorry, I haven't introduced myself." She smiled. "I'm Mitsuki Bakugo, and here my husband, Masaru Bakugo. You can just call me Mitsuki."

"Oh. It is a pleasure, Mitsuki." Y/n stood up and bowed as a sign of respect.

---

Reaching his own house, Katsuki can see the lights are as well off.

"What the hell?"

He's starting to get worried. Did someone kidnap them? Did they know who Y/n is?

"Fuck!" The only thing he can think of now is to call. But as he tries to reach for his phone, he realizes he left it in his office which frustrates him more.

The only place he hasn't checked is his parents where he doubts, they will be there, but he was hoping they are.

---

"Masaru," Mitsuki called out for her husband signaling him to come over.

Y/n was with Kazui in the living room, obviously spending time with him.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru responded.

"We haven't fully known Y/n right here but I'm liking her for Katsuki right now." She was grinning ear to ear while murmuring what she said.

"What makes you say that?" Masaru said placing a palm on Mitsuki's shoulder.

"I heard the things she did for him. She's the woman I want for our son." Mitsuki smiled.

"You know we just can't-"

"Set them up," Mitsuki answered mischievously.

"Katsuki's smart, dear."

"Not with us." She snickered. "Y/n dear! Come here!"

Y/n blinked curiously but stood up anyway and went to Mitsuki and Masaru.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Eh?

This question made you blink again. "Huh?"

"Oh! We apologize for snooping around. You are a very lovely woman so we're guessing you have a man in your life." Mitsuki's a great actor alright.

"U-um. I don't have a boyfriend." You stuttered but confused. "It's been years since I last had one."

"Why's that, sweetie?" She was curious, okay?

"I just don't have enough time to look for someone..." You answered truthfully. "If someone came into my life, then I'll accept them wholeheartedly."

"I swear to god if they aren't here-"

Just as Y/n finished her sentence, Katsuki came barging in. Everyone was jolted by his entrance, making them all look at him, and Kazui, well, ran to Y/n in fear.

Mitsuki though, after seeing it was only her son, stomped her way to Katsuki and gave him a hard smack on his head which made Y/n gasp.

"That's normal, Y/n," Masaru says assuring her.

"Ooh.." Y/n said in response.

"Why the hell are you barging in here like that!? You gave us a heart attack you idiot!"

"I was looking for Y/n and Kazui!"

"That doesn't change the fact that you almost killed us all!"

"How the hell would I do that woman!?"

"Who are you calling woman, hah!?"

Then Mitsuki gave Katsuki another smack whilst Masaru just sighed in the background, smiling.

"A-ano.." Y/n's voice halted both the blonde-haired.

Both blonde-haired paused in bickering when they heard Y/n's voice making them look at her.

"Kazui!" Katsuki called out as he reached for Kazui, embracing him tightly. "I was so worried." He breathes out what after seeing Kazui safe.

"Papaaaaa." Kazui groaned, squirming a little while being embraced by his father. "I'm okay!"

Mitsuki just slightly shook her head while witnessing the scene.

"How did they get here?" Katsuki asked as he stood up looking at his mother.

"They knock at the door, genius," Mitsuki answered crossing her arms.

"I- whatever." Katsuki facepalmed.

"A-ano.." You stuttered. "Kazui-chan gave me the address."

He was so focused on Kazui that he almost forgot that you were also here in his parent's house. So when his eyes gaze upon you, he can't help but blush a little which goes unnoticed by Mitsuki who smirks seeing this.

"Tsch." Katsuki tched. "Thanks for keeping Kazui safe."

"It's my responsibility as his teacher and babysitter." You smiled.

"I'm guessing you've met my old hag here," Katsuki mumbles as he scratches his cheeks.

Y/n was a bit distraught. She never focuses on what he is saying because Katsuki is covered in bruises, scratches, wounds, and dirt. She was tempted to heal him.

"Katsuki.." Y/n called out softly.

Katsuki stopped talking and looked at her raising an eyebrow.

"I apologize for cutting you, but I hope you don't mind if I take a look at your bruises. It might get infected... Especially those open wounds.." Y/n said staring at Katsuki worriedly.

"Now that you mentioned it," Mitsuki spoke up. "You look terrible! I was just watching you and Eijiro defeat that villain! Why aren't you patched up!?"

Katsuki only rolled his eyes hearing his mother yell at him, but deep inside he kinda missed it. "Eijiro was getting patched up." Katsuki started. "I was going to as well when he fu-, mentioned Kazui. Since I made plans with Y/n as well, I thought of picking him up instead. But I realized it was a bit late, and looked around for them."

"Be glad that your son knows our address." Mitsuki sighed.

"Son, why don't you use your old bedroom and stay here for tonight?" Masaru walked towards them, smiling. "Your mother can help you with those while I prepare dinner. I'm sure Miss Y/n and Kazui are starving as well."

"A-ah! You don't have to-"

"That would be lovely!" Mitsuki beamed.

"Tsch." Well, it was not a bad idea. "Fine. Only because I'm exhausted."

"Alright then! I'll bring the aid kit while your father-

"Give it to Y/n," Katsuki said finally removing his combat boots.

"Ha?" Mitsuki was confused.

"She's a healer." Katsuki simply said making Y/n's eyes wide open.

"How did y-you know?.." Y/n stuttered.

"Doesn't matter," Katsuki said.

"Oh? That's very interesting, Y/n." Mitsuki smiled. "You can patch Katsuki in his room. I can finally spend time with my grandson!"

---

Katsuki went to his old bedroom along with Y/n following him. He didn't expect his night to turn this way but he was a bit glad to have some a little privacy with Y/n.

"This is my old room," Katsuki said stopping in front of a door.

He slowly pushed the door open and switched the lights on revealing a tidy room with a bunch of Almight stuff around the room.

"I see a fan." Y/n giggled while they both walked into the room.

"Whatever," Katsuki answered. "Be thankful it's not like Izuku's." He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"I'll go shower." He said. "You can wait here. Just sit on the bed, I guess."

"Oh. I'll prepare the med kit while waiting for you." Y/n smiled.

"Alright. I'll be quick." Katsuki said and left.

A few minutes passed, and Katsuki got out of the shower fully clothed. He decided to just change in the bathroom so that it wouldn't create any awkwardness between him and Y/n. He also wore something that might help Y/n while she heals him.

"Would these clothes be a bother?" He asked slowly approaching Y/n who was comfortably sitting on the bed.

Hearing his voice shook her a little bit. Luckily she managed to hide it.

As she looked at Katsuki, her eyes widened on seeing what he was wearing. A loose black tank top along with what seems like sleepwear shorts stops a few inches above his knee.

"Oi."

Y/n blinked when he called out. "I-it's okay."

Katsuki sat across from her, not too close but not too far either. He watched how she took a bunch of stuff out of the kit as if she was familiar with what she was doing. Like a muscle memory almost.

"I have a question." Katsuki suddenly blurts out.

"Oh, uh. What is it?" Y/n asked while focusing on the liquid disinfectant.

"Why didn't you take the medical field?" As if hitting a sensitive spot, Katsuki noticed how her movements turned slow. "You don't have to answer if it's something sensitive." He quickly added.

"No, no. It's fine." Y/n smiled at him. "It's not sensitive as well." She said. "I just dont like seeing people die. Especially under my care." She sighed as the smile never left her lips. "I get attached easily which is not a good thing as a doctor, or so I was told. Haha."

While reading the formula of the disinfectant, Y/n managed to answer Katsuki. "I wanted to be a doctor. But since I am a very emotional person, I decided to just teach."

"Why didn't you tell me your quirk is healing?"

Y/n giggled remembering her reason.

"The hell is so funny about it, hah?" Katsuki was confused as to why she found his question amusing.

"Sorry!" Y/n apologized immediately. "I just think that you might find my reason foolish."

"I won't if you tell me." Katsuki tsked.

"Well. I watched you a lot on the television. All your interviews." Y/n started.

"Right," Katsuki smirked. "I forgot that you're a fan of Dynamight."

"S-shut it.." Y/n blushed. "Anyway," after clearing her throat, she continues, "Dynamight is a very protective person and doesn't want to cause any harm to anyone. Since my quirk causes self-harm, I know you'd be against it if I used it on you or Kazui when I started working for you."

She does have a point.

"So, the day you got home injured, I told Kirishima to not say a word when I both mended you two," Y/n explained while dabbing the liquid on a cotton ball.

"You think I'll let you use it on me, huh?" Katsuki said looking at her.

"H-huh?"

"Of course fucking not." He added and looked away. "You're precious to me. I don't want you getting hurt." He said while his face was turning red.

Y/n's face was worse though, hers was redder than tomato. "U-um.. Your a-arm, please.."

"Wha t do you even like about Dynamight, huh," Katsuki asked out of nowhere while he raised his arm and felt her gentle grasp on his skin. For some reason, it feels very comforting.

"What do I like about him?" Y/n smiled. "He was very passionate about saving people. I admire how bold he is in every situation. No matter what kind of villain he faces, he assures people that he'll defeat them. I just hate it when people misunderstand him just by judging him. They didn't know that without his hero suit, Dynamight was a very different person."

---

"Hey, Masaru." Mistuki called out while preparing the food with her husband.

"Yes, dear?" Masaru answered.

"Did you notice what Katsuki said earlier?" Mitsuki said pausing on washing the vegetables.

"Hm.." Masaru thinks for a second before answering, "Which part?"

"Katsuki said he has plans with Y/n." Mitsuki looked at Masaru as she said this. "I think Katsuki doesn't need our help."

Masaru just smiled at his wife. "Like I said, our son is smart."

---

Happy New year, everyone!! I am back!!! I hope you like this part!

Thank you for all your patience! 🥺🥺

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leclerc-s · 6 months

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the blue - part four

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i think i like him...

congratulations, you're officially the last person to know

HOW COULD ANY OF YOU KNOW WHEN I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW MYSELF??

the way you look at him but don't worry he likes you too

HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?

easy, the way he looks at you

WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN THOMAS??

well, you look at him like he hung the moon and he looks at you like you're the only person in the room who matters to him.

ASK HIM OUT!!!

no! and risk our friendship? no fucking way

it worked out for me didn't it?

yeah, but it's different.

how is it different amelia?

i don't know it just is.

god you're a fucking idiot. no wonder we're related.

okay rude

i'm being an idiot.

do you want to go on a date?

fuck i like you do you like me?

am i fucking 5?

OH SHIT!

FUCK!

I'M SORRY THAT WAS AN ACCIDENT! I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU!

so you meant to send it to someone else?

NO! FUCK!

amelia, it's okay. i get it if you meant to send it to someone else. it's fine.

jesus fuck how can i write songs but not get through this one fucking thing?

okay, fuck it. i can do this.

do you want to get lunch with me?

i mean we already have plans for tomorrow, so yes amelia, i do.

NO YOU IDIOT!

okay, that was uncalled for.

ME. YOU. DATE?

oh.

forget i said anything. it's okay. i get it. i hope we can still be friends.

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14:04

amelia screamed into the nearest pillow scaring her little brother. she had hoped that oscar had gotten busy and wasn't just ignoring her, she didn't want to ruin her friendship with him, not over some stupid feelings.

"mum! she's doing it again!" paddy shouted. nikki holland walked into the room watching as her daughter continued to scream into a pillow. nikki shooed her youngest son out of the room, which he did without protesting. he did not want to watch his sister cry knowing there was nothing he could do. last time she had sobbed for 45 minutes when they were alone without telling anyone what it was about. to this day paddy suspects it was harrison’s fault, it always seemed to be these days.

nikki sat next to her daughter waiting for her to stop her screaming. when amelia's head popped out from inside the pillow, she smiled at her mom. nikki knew her, she knew it wasn't a genuine smile, something was upsetting her.

"what's wrong?" nikki questioned her daughter. amelia smiled, "i’m fine mum."

"no, you aren't. talk to me, is this about harrison?"

amelia groaned, "did everyone know about that?"

nikki nodded, "we did honey. now what's wrong?"

"am i unlovable? is there something about me that people don't love?"

"what?" nikki questioned, "no, you aren't. you're the most loveable person i know, and i'm not just saying that because i'm your mother. what makes you think that?"

"i asked oscar out on a date. he only said oh. i thought he liked me, tom said he did."

nikki pulled her daughter in for a hug, the girl placing her head on her mum's chest listening to her heartbeat, "i'm sure you caught him off-guard. let him get back to you, don't assume the worst."

amelia opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by a knock at the door. she exchanged looks with her mum before standing up and going towards the front door. she gasped in surprise when she noticed who was at her front door.

FORTY-FIVE MINUTES EARLIER

i need a favor

what happened to hello tom? how are you tom? how's your day going tom?

hi tom, how's your day? how are you? i need a favor.

i'm great oscar, thanks for asking. what favor do you need?

i need your address

excuse me?

well amelia's address

can i ask why?

i fucked up. amelia asked me out on a date and all i said oh. i have to fix this.

and you plan on fixing this how?

by taking her out on a date? and apologizing profusely for fucking up.

at least you're apologizing. i'm still waiting for harrison to apologize to amelia.

don't fuck this up piastri and my sister is staying with my parents right now. she didn't want go home to her empty apartment yet.

i won't, now what's her favorite flower?

tulips, she loves tulips

take care of her oscar

i promise

NOW

amelia gasped in surprise at who was at her front door. oscar smiled at her, holding a bouquet of tulips in his hand. he looked a bit relieved that she had been the one to answer the door. oscar has silently prayed her parents or brother hadn’t been the one to open the door, that would’ve been awkward.

"hi," he greeted, "i was busy so i didn't answer your text. does the offer still stand?"

"of course," she whispered. oscar held the flowers out to her, "these are for you."

amelia grabbed them, "tulips are my favorite, who told you?"

"a little spider," oscar joked. amelia laughed, and oscar felt his heart skip a beat, "so about that date?"

"now?" amelia questioned, "i'm not dressed properly."

oscar took in her appearance, she was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. a simple outfit and yet she was still the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, "i think you look beautiful."

amelia blushed, "i have to go put these in water," she told him. oscar nodded, "i'll wait here."

paddy appeared behind his sister, "i'll do it. go. get out of the house for once."

amelia jumped, "when did you get here?"

"i saw a cool car in our driveway, i had to know who it was," paddy explained, "hi oscar. what kind of car is that?”

"hello," oscar greeted, “it’s a mclaren.”

"of course it is,” paddy joked, “i want her back home before midnight," paddy threatened, switching his demeanor from the kind boy he had been moments ago.

"paddy!" amelia scolded. paddy and oscar laughed, "this isn't funny."

"it kind of is," oscar said, "she'll be back before midnight mr. holland."

paddy sweetly smiled, "she comes back in tears or anything less than happy and we will hunt you down. understood?"

"yes sir."

"good," paddy said, handing her a jacket and pushing his sister out of their home, "have fun but not too much fun!"

"paddy!"

the boy giggled maniacally before oscar held a hand out for amelia to take. she took his hand, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach at the cause of that simple action. paddy closed the front door as the two began walking towards his car. he shared a knowing look with his mother and he made his back to his room, she fondly rolled her eyes at her youngest.

amelia quickly realized oscar piastri was nothing if not a gentleman. he had opened the car door for her, shutting it behind her before rounding the car and sitting in the driver's seat. he gave her a bright smile before leaving her family’s driveway. the two talked for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes as oscar parked his car in front of a coffee shop. amelia gasped, it was her favorite shop in her hometown, she turned to look at oscar and he just gave her a bright smile.

"you're brother helped out more than i would like to admit," oscar softly said, "but this was the best i could do on such a short notice, you kinda caught me off guard."

amelia smiled at him, before leaning over the console of his car and hugging him, "it was better than my idea."

oscar pulled away from her, ignoring the closeness of their faces, "what was your idea?"

"attempt to cook lunch for us, fail, and order food," she joked.

oscar laughed at her joke and amelia smiled again, at least someone in her life liked her jokes. her brothers didn't understand her jokes half the time, except for paddy, he always got them. her parents didn't understand them at all and her friends always told her not to underestimate her skills. the truth was amelia was a shite cook, there was no denying that, she was a great baker but cooking was a no go.

oscar gave her a final look before getting out of the car, rushed to her side and opened her door, holding a hand out to her, "shall we?"

amelia laughed, "we shall," she said as she intertwined their hands, oscar gave her another smile before leading her inside the coffee shop.

ameliaholland 'in a world of boys, he's a gentleman'

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↳ landonorris I FUCKING KNOW THAT! WHO IS THAT??

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↳ ameliaholland isn't it such a cute post?

↳ samholland1996 NO! WHO IS THAT??

↳ ameliaholland please refer to my earlier comment.

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↳ username WHAT DOES THIS MEAN???? WHAT DOES PASTRY BOY KNOW??

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username where are the overbearing and overprotective comments from paddy and tom?

↳ username those two probably knew.

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↳ zendaya i'm holding you accountable to that!

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¡leclerc-s speaks! they're my babies who just had their first date. they are not dating, not yet. the hard launch is when they start officially dating, i'm working up to that. i also clearly don't know how time works so ignore that plot hole, i'll probably fix that later.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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pumpkinbxtch · 1 month

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raccoon blurb ☄. *. ⋆

— leo valdez x mortal!reader

Summary: Sometimes you waste time on social networks, the good thing about being a mortal. But there are things that sometimes Leo doesn't understand, like raccoon memes.

warnings: arousal suggestions, yes finally it's not a big deal, tho. Other than that, they are two fools in love.

a/n: I love raccoons, I have nothing more to add. They are my spirit animal frfr. ALSO an apology for the previous blurb. @hopelesslyromanticshark sorry bby

English is not my first language, so sorry if it's bad

— Pay attention to meeee!

— In a moment, love, almost finished

— Leooo

— my love, give me a few minutes

—Look, Leo! — You tried to divert his attention by pretending to point something.

Leo continued with his head in the open hood of the truck. Fixing something about it.

— One second.

You let out a whimper.

— Kiss Me!

You heard Leo's laughter echo with the machinery, but he denied.

—I don't want anything else in the world, but just wait a little.

A growl left your throat, and you headed towards the part that looked like Leo's room. That small space that he ended up conditioning because he spent too much time in the bunker.

You took another look at your boyfriend, he was still turning nuts and doing things that only a son of Hephaestus can do. You let out another whimper and flopped dramatically onto the bed.

— Please, I'm just a raccoon who needs your love and affection. — You kicked and rolled as more moans and curses came out of your mouth.

Leo stopped and stayed silent. You pouted big and looked at him, still lying down.

— What? — Leo turned his head as he kept his body leaning over the camp van.

— What?

— What did you say? — he chuckled and leaned his forearms on the edges of the truck's battery casing.

— That I am a raccoon that needs your love and affection. — you repeated, still with a pout on your mouth.

— A raccoon?

— Yes — Leo laughed and turned around completely. The way that white tank top and greasy pants fit his body made you feel a slight warmth in your stomach. — Are you going to pay me attention now?

Your boyfriend brushed his curls out of his eyes with his wrist and smiled sideways. A certain satisfaction ran through him when he saw you so needy of his attention.

— I'm full of oil, pretty. Let me finish.

You protested, dropping your arms to the mattress.

— I don't care if you get me dirty!

The brunette raised an eyebrow and addressed you, throwing the bait gloves on his desk. You sat back up immediately and smiled at him.

He crouched at the foot of the bed and raised his brown gaze at you. You wanted to scream at him to get on top of you, but you tried to keep your cool.

You leaned in to kiss him and before your lips could touch his, he turned his face away. You let out an indignant groan.

— I don't think raccoons can do that.

—LEO!

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ryker-writes · 1 year

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Hi! I love reading about your sibling head-cannons, and just recently read the bad ending for a broken relationship with Azul. And for as much as I like angst (occasionally), I was wondering if you could write what a potential good ending for a broken relationship with azul would look like?

Thank you so much! It's so rare that people request happy endings for these. For those who didn't see the other parts to this series, you can find them on my broken sibling masterlist. The beginning of this one starts off where the original broken relationship ended, which you can find here

Broken Sibling relationships

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Azul as a sibling (broken relationship: forgiveness ending)

you found out that all of his contracts got destroyed so you weren't bound to yours anymore

but you still didn't call him brother

he didn't want that anyway so it just sort of stayed

after his overblot he started acting different

while he still didn't talk to you much at first, he was around you more often

he didn't spend as much time in the VIP room and actually came out to work with everyone else

sometimes he did sort of...hover near you

it was like he wanted to say something, but instead he'd just fidget and look frustrated

the twins seemed entertained by it at least

and then he invites you to the VIP room again

when you enter he's a bit fidgety and won't look at you

you ask if he wants another contract and he's surprised

no one has even mentioned contracts to him since he overblotted

but he says no and that he actually has a new work schedule for you

when you take a look you're amazed

less hours and you don't have to do those horrible jobs anymore???

it was really amazing

since then he even has been trying to make conversation with you

he's incredibly awkward about it tho

he doesn't know what to say so he's searching for something you may be interested in

he wishes he did more research on you in the past to know what you like now

still, he's trying

but what really changed was his attitude towards you

so when some customers were being annoying and complaining about you one day, he actually came to your defense

"Excuse me? It would be wise to watch what you say. After all, that's my sibling you're talking about."

it's safe to say you were stunned

did he just call you his sibling?

after all this time of insisting you didn't call him brother...

maybe it was some mistake?

maybe he didn't mean to say it

but then he snaps his fingers and the twins are dragging that person out of the lounge

what are you even supposed to do now?

do you ask him about what just happened?

does he not want you to address it?

before you can start considering your options, Azul spins around to you and there's a moment of silence

then he just sighs and tells you to meet him in the VIP room before scurrying off

when you got to the VIP room, Azul was sitting behind his desk and fidgeting uncomfortably with his quill

you were reminded of when he brought you here to make you sign that contract

but he looked much more nervous this time

sitting down on one of the couches, he took a deep breath before starting

"I...I wanted to talk to you...about everything that happened. I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."

he paused and took another deep breath

"I've realized that I've been treating you horribly for a long time now, and I'm sorry. You used to want to support and defend me and all I did was push you away. On top of that, I was cruel to you. I know that saying I'm sorry won't fix anything, but if you'll allow it, I would like to try and make things better."

it was quiet for a minute as you processed everything

he was really apologizing

and seemed genuine about it too

Azul...

he actually wants to be your brother again

"Okay Azul. Let's make things better."

the quill fell from his hand and he seemed surprised for a moment

but then he smiled

not his businessman smile, but his real genuine smile

from then on, Azul was more open about trying to make things better

he wasn't awkwardly lingering or struggling (as much) to make conversation

sometimes there would be a pause while he thinks of something to say or ask without feeling awkward, but he's trying

one of the first things Azul did was try to learn what you were interested in and somehow get involved either by learning about it or if you're lucky, trying it for himself

he even started to take time away from the lounge to hang out with you and meet some of your friends

there was even one instance where he was going to leave the lounge with you to head to Sam's shop when the twins stopped him

they told him that he may be needed at the lounge

and all he said was

"I can't right now. I'm busy."

it wasn't much, but it was amazing

not too long ago, he wouldn't give you the time of day and favored both the twins and his contract business over you

but today, he chose to spend time with you

he really has changed

(I had an idea about the reader like suggesting a contract where the reader will support him like they always wanted to and in return Azul has to like be a better brother but I scrapped that because the chances anyone would want to sign a contract with him after everything is low-)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #twst azul x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader

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jpitha · 6 months

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They can't edit all of us, can they?

Peme stood at her full height, just a touch over two meters. She knew that the humans thought that she loomed and tried not to. Now though? She felt some looming was necessary.

"You want us to do what?"

"I want everyone onboard to watch Eva fix the FlashWarp engines. She's going to be narrating what she's doing to everyone so we all have to pay attention and listen the whole time."

Peme's lacquered claws, painted a stunning purple, slid in and our of their sheaths. She was used to the humans being odd, but this was something else. "Humans are forbidden from touching FlashWarp engines, everyone knows this."

"Yes, but do you know why?" Peme didn't know this human. She was pretty sure she was just a passenger, sent along to guard some kind of special cargo. She didn't appreciate being spoken to like this. Her fur started to bristle.

"We do not need to know why. Flash Incorporated sent out the memo stating that no humans are to even touch FlashWarp engines on pain of losing the license to operate them. No captain wishes to risk losing their livelihood over some humans who want to tinker." She leaned over, deliberately trying to tower over her. "Who are you anyway?"

Peme found that most humans tended to shrink back, at least a little, when she stood to her full height and figuratively threw her weight around. Her race was as tall as the Gren, but had been friendly with humans ever since they entered Coalition space. This human was unfazed by her body language. For some reason that worried Peme more.

"I am Agent Meredith Calvin, Human InterDimensional Authority, and I am declaring an emergency."

Peme laughed. She couldn't help it. She had never heard of the Human InterDimensional Authority. "You? Are declaring an emergency? The engines have failed and we're going to be late to our destination. It's not anything world ending. Besides, I'm captain here. I declare emergencies."

"I apologize Captain, but you are no longer in charge." She handed Peme a card that flashed a holo with her face, some minor biometric information and the name of her organization. When her eyes reached the bottom a note told her to flip the card. When she did a completely different holo flashed, this time from Coalition Authority. It stated in no uncertain terms that if Agent Calvin provided this card, she was declaring herself in charge of whatever vessel, organization or operation was underway and would be obeyed until such time as she relinquished control. It was signed with the biometric signature of all ten Coalition Authority Members. Six signatures were all that were necessary to pass new regulations.

Peme know the old joke that all ten Authority Members couldn't even agree what to have for lunch, let alone pass laws unanimously.

Unconsciously, she took a step back from Agent Calvin. She held the card with two claws, as if it would burn her. The humans expression did not change. "Call the crew. Everyone needs to watch Eva repair the drive." Agent Calvin spun on her heel and walked out of the Command Deck. When she reached the door she stopped. "I mean it, Captain. Everyone. I will be conducing a census when they arrive. All stations are to be abandoned, else this will not work."

It took a demicycle for Peme to round everyone up and explain what was going on. She had to explain at least five times that Agent Calvin was in charge by direct order of the Coalition Authority and she had no idea what was going on either. Finally, everyone was squeezed into engineering. There were thirty of them, with almost all of the Coalition sapient species represented. Eva looked on nervously. "Meredith, are you sure this is the only way? I don't like having such an audience."

Agent Calvin smiled gently. "I'm not a fan of it either, but it was the only thing I can think of. I really don't know what will happen, but if we don't try something we all will die for sure." She turned and addressed the crowd. "I apologize for throwing my weight around and leveraging my authority with the Coalition, but I truly believe we are in a life and death situation, otherwise I would not have done it. Everyone here knows about the prohibition on humans touching the FlashWarp engines, correct?"

Nods and sounds of agreement from the assembled crew.

"The reason for that is Secret. However, given these circumstances, I am willing to share the bare details. When a human works on a FlashWarp drive, and that drive is activated, they become edited out of this timeline. Not only do they cease to exist, but the timeline is... edited such that they died cycles earlier. We only know this because the last person to speak to that human remembers them."

There is a rise of confused mutterings from the crowd.

"You don't have to believe me. In fact, it might be easier for you if you think I'm lying." She cast her eyes around the room. Everyone was watching her. "However. While Eva repairs the drive, you all must be watching, paying attention and listening to Eva. She will narrate what she is doing. You don't have to understand the details of FlashWarp theory, you only have to listen."

From the rear, a feathered sapient raises an arm-wing. "But why?"

Agent Calvin smiles. "That's a good question. I am hoping that if we're all watching and listening to her while she works, that when the drive is activated, she won't be edited out of this timeline. Kind of a 'they can't take all of us' kind of thing. If we're all the last ones to speak with her, then maybe we can keep her in this timeline." She turned to Eva. "Okay Eva, please begin."

Eva sighed and turned towards the stricken engine. "Okay... so I think that what is wrong is the inner compensator has developed buildup as a result of...."

Over the next two demicycles Eva narrated her repair of the engines. She detailed the diagnosis, disassembly, repair and reassembly of the engines. Agent Calvin walked around the cramped room while she worked, making sure everyone was paying attention. People would ask questions as she worked and Eva wound up giving a lecture of the ins and outs of FlashWarp technology.

Eva secured the last panel. "Okay, it's fixed." She turned to Agent Calvin. "Now what, Meredith?"

Meredith stood on a chair and addressed everyone again. "Eva has finished, but nobody is to leave yet. Just as a precaution, I have locked the doors."

The crowd began to shuffle and make nervous noises.

"I apologize, but it is a necessary step. We are now at the most precarious part of this experiment." Meredith looked down at her pad and checked some settings. "Captain, will you please come here and verify our destination?"

Peme lumbered over and looked at the human's pad. "Yes, that is where we were going. How did you-"

Meredith looked up and put her index finger to her lips. "Some things are still classified Captain. I can control the ship from here, but only during emergencies." She turned to Eva. "Okay Eva, please address the crowd."

Eva looked up, her eyes wide. "What? What do I say?"

Meredith shrugged. "Anything really. But everyone has to hear it. You have to be talking to everyone."

"Uh" Eva looked at the crew. "Thank you for watching me work. I was a little nervous at first, but I liked explaining what I was doing as I was doing it. I think it helped with my troubleshooting process."

Without saying anything, Meredith activated the FlashWarp drive.

Around the drive grew the prismatic field. Completely surrounding the drive in a beautiful light, it gave off a slight hum. Everyone watched, mesmerized. Most had never seen a FlashWarp drive activate. Peme and Meredith watched Eva. After a demicycle, the prismatic field faded and the engine shut down.

"Is everyone still here?" Meredith looked around. Noises of confusion and assent came from everyone. She looked over at Eva who shrugged.

"I'm still here."

Peme let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "So it worked then?"

Meredith grinned wickedly. "It appears so. Come, let us go to the Command Deck and see where we are. Eva, please accompany us. You should get to see your handiwork firsthand."

Peme, Meredith and Eva made their way to the Command Deck. It was empty while they had warped, but as Peme opened the door, there was a prismatic flash.

Sitting in the command chair - lounging really - was a being. They didn't look like anyone that Peme recognized. They had bilateral symmetry two legs, two arms and a head, but that was all she could make out. The rest of their details were hidden by the blinding prismatic FlashWarp field surrounding them. They stood and put their arms on their hips, akimbo. "Ugh. Humans. Always looking for the loophole, aren't you? I'm sure you feel incredibly smug about this whole thing, don't you?"

Meredith crossed her own arms across her chest. "It worked, didn't it. Eva fixed the drive, and your stupid copy protection wasn't able to edit her out."

"That feature exists for a reason, human. We cannot have you reverse engineering our drives that we graciously licensed to the Coalition. We didn't even have to do it you know. We could have let them develop FTL on their own. You have your Flip drive after all." They sounded bitter as they spoke. Peme wondered how she was able to understand them. The being didn't seem to be wearing a translator, yet she was speaking Peme's birth language.

"So you expected us to die awaiting rescue instead of trying to save ourselves?" Meredith took a step towards the being. "No. I will not be the cause of pointless deaths."

It surprised Peme how much nuance they were putting into their body language, being that she could only see their outline. It was clear they were annoyed. "And whose fault it that Agent Calvin of the Human InterDimensional Authority? Who decided that this run was going to go without a filed transit plan, so nobody knew you were out here?"

Peme snapped her head over to Meredith. She did not know that. "What do they mean, Agent Calvin?" Her voice rumbled from deep within her furry chest.

Meredith glanced back at Peme and smiled apologetically. "Sorry. I purged your transit plan after you had completed it, but before you sent it. The cargo required it."

"So that's why you were willing to risk all of us to repair the drive. You knew that nobody would know we're missing and we would have starved to death thinking rescue was about to come."

"Sorry Peme."

"Address me as Captain, Agent Calvin."

"Yes, Captain. However. The emergency has not passed. I am still in command."

Peme seethed. The worst part was, it was clear Agent Calvin knew something like this was going to happen and was prepared to speak to whoever this was. She turned to the being and snapped. "So what now?"

The being turned to Peme, surprised. "Oh, so you can speak? Finally someone from HIDA has gotten you so angry that you remember you are a sapient race with your own wants, needs, and desires? This human here-" they point at Meredith "-found a loophole in our license agreement and enabled unauthorized repairs to be made on a FlashWarp engine to enable the transport of their secret cargo. As for now? Now I will leave and you will continue your journey. But!" They flared bright and their voice became loud and booming. "If you violate the terms of the license agreement again, your FlashWarp licenses will be stricken, and you will no longer be authorized operators of FlashWarp technology. The Coalition will lose their FTL drive they cherish so much."

The being disappeared just as if they had Flashed away. In the silence after, Peme blinked. The Coalition was licensing FlashWarp technology from someone?

Meredith nodded and turned. "Come on Eva, let's let the Captain do her job." She looked over her shoulder at Peme. "I declare the emergency over, command is returned to you, Captain."

"Wait-" Peme swallowed her anger. Her curiosity overrode it, if only a tiny amount. "What did that being mean by losing our license? Who were they? We didn't invent FlashWarp technology?"

Meredith's face softened. "I know you have just seen... a lot. But, I am not at liberty to explain them. You honestly shouldn't have seen any of that. That reminds, me, do not mention any of this to the crew. But-" She handed Peme another card "-if you really want to learn more, look us up. We have been expanding and could use more people. It looks like HIDA isn't just for humans anymore."

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities #jpitha #humans and aliens #writing #sci fi writing #humans are space australians #humans are space capybaras #FlashWarp

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beelmons · 1 year

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Hey:-)

So I was thinking about Hotch x bau!fem!reader, where they are arguing in front of the whole fucking team about something stupid. Later the team makes them to apologise to each other…

R: I feel bad about it, so unfuck you or whatever

Hotch: You don’t want to fuck me?! Yeah I feel bad about the argument. Let’s make out

I adapted it a bit to make it fit hotch's personality better. Hope it lives up to your standards!

If someone could break Aaron Hotchner's iron ethics, that was you. For both better and worse.

It broke when you made out for the first time in his office, however wrong that was, or when he fought to keep you in the BAU regardless of the clear fraternization rules you had broken, or that time he risked his life, without regard for protocol, to get you out of a hostage situation.

Or right now, when you were yelling to each other in the middle of the bullpen, as if it was your own living room and no one else was around.

"The coffee pot is for everyone, you just can't do as you please." he growled in your direction, pointing at an empty, slightly yellow-ish tinted, coffee pot.

"Then get this office a new microwave." you snarked back, your tone slightly raised.

"It's not my fault there isn't any administrative ammenities budget!" he let out in frustration, the voice volume incrementing a bit.

"Then I'll just continue to make my lunch this way." you stated without hesitation.

"No!" he outright yelled "You can't keep making ramen in the coffee pot whenever you feel like it! I am tired of getting beef stock flavor in my morning coffee!"

"You're the only one complaining!" you matched his volume "Does it bother anyone else?!"

You turned to face a group of very startled, and utterly uncomfortable, team members. They weren't able to emit a sound, being that the entire fight just felt surreal to them, like watching their parents fight for the first time.

"They are obviously not going to tell you." he said, his tone lowering a bit.

"You know what, Aaron? Fuck you. You always do this, the stick is so far up your ass you could sit normally and not feel it." you chewed him out.

His face was that of absolute disbelief, that you would disrespect him that way without regard of where you were, or the work dynamic that you had while on duty.

Before he could say anything back, Rossi moved to pull you both by your forearms. His sole intention to make the two of you finally shut up. You complained at the grip but allowed yourself to be dragged along, and shortly you were shut down in your boyfriend's office.

"Now that you have managed to make everyone wonder whether to file an HR complaint or a domestic violence one, why don't you take a deep breath and apologize to each other." The older man explained as he made you stand before him.

Aaron sighed in frustration. He was embarrassed enough that you had addressed him the way you did, and for his sake, and yours, he needed a second of quiet. You, on the other hand, were just tired of giving in to his unwavering rules and lack of spontainety.

"Okay." Rossi said once none of you emitted a sound "Now I'm disappointed on both of you."

"Fine." you finally said "Unfuck you or whatever."

Both men gave you a disapproving look at your answer, and you stared at them in disbelief, as if you hadn't yet again said anything wrong.

"I'll tell you what," Rossi said as he got up to close the blinds in Hotch's office, finally dispersing the curious eyes of the other subordinates "I'll make sure no one comes into this office for twenty minutes. You talk about whatever you gotta talk about, fix it, and let's get back to work, okay? We know you love each other, and whatever it is, you will get through it if you communicate."

Without any further word, the wise man slipped outside the office.

"I am sorry." he finally said after a loud sigh "I shouldn't be snapping at you this way, generally speaking."

His demeanor had finally changed, and you could tell by the way he removed his suit jacket, tossing it onto the couch, and loosened his tie a little. Such action, though, did not once fail to make you want him.

"I was too accostumed to living without anyone else but Jack. It's been a challenge, but I should try to make you feel more at home." he explained.

You had moved in together, without telling the team, about a couple weeks ago, and it was... trying, to say the least. You had been on edge for a couple of days, not being able to say much due to Jack's presence. However, the fact that he also was feeling the same way, made you feel more at ease.

"I know you value structure." you said, taking a couple of steps closer and landing your hands on his shoulders "But you should let fun exist every once in a while, both of you need it."

"You're right." he nodded as his eyes landed on you "It was one of the reasons I fell in love with you in the first place. It's not fair of me to try and change it now." his hands moved to rest on the side of your hips.

"And I promise I'll try to not disrupt the routine as much. Maybe getting ideas from TikTok about practical office lunches wasn't the best idea." you joked, and he chuckled a bit.

Your usual loving aura had gone back to normal, there was still more to talk about, but this would do for now, to at least return peace to the BAU nation.

"So," you began, your hands moving to toy with his loose tie "we still have twelve minutes of 'do not disturb'" your tone had turned flirty.

"Oh yeah? Weren't you the one saying 'unfuck you' or whatever?" he retaliated playfully.

"Okay, maybe do fuck you if I get to be the one who does it."

#asks #anonymous #blurb: mine #blurb: hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader

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borathae · 9 months

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↳ Index [Chapter 39 - Peg]

Pairing: Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: Smut, switching but it is mostly: sub!Taehyung & soft Dom!Reader, basically she goes all 🥴 once he returns the favour, yk?, sex on a chaise lounge in front of a mirror, making out, body worshipping, first time pegging, he calls her Empress, praise & good boy kink, he wants to be called breedable, he strips for her, rimjob, anal fingering, handjob, frotting with her strap & his dick, he is such a cutie pattootie, subby boy tears, a lil bit of overstimulation for him, nipple & breast play, oral (f.receiving), face sitting, vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), this is lovemaking at its finest, ah yes he sits on her lap then she gives it to him missionary, i’m gonna bite something this is so sensual & full of emotion

Wordcount: 13.3k

a/n: *horny in love noises*

Classical music on a record player greets you. The scent of expensive red wine and acrylic paints lingers in the air. Jungkook and Yoongi left after early morning breakfast. Yoongi needed to gain back his strength and therefore the two vampires went out hunting. They haven’t returned yet. Jimin went into town as well, meeting up with Hoseok in their dance studio. They won't be back until later. Which leaves you alone at the estate and therefore with an opportunity to talk to Taehyung. He deserves a chance at talking everything out.

“My darling?” you try.

Taehyung is sitting on the floor, painting the clouds of his newest artwork. He doesn’t lift his head.

“You are awake. Welcome back”, he says dryly.

“Yeah uhm…can I talk to you or are you busy?” you ask him.

“Depends on what you are going to say”, he murmurs.

“I wanted to start with an apology.”

Taehyung stops moving his brush and lifts his eyes. Just his eyes.

“I know that I’m admitting it way too late, but I wasn’t myself lately and because of it I hurt you.”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, straightening up.

“I am not upset about that. We already solved this issue”, he says.

“So what are you upset about then? I want to fix it.”

“Your stubbornness.”

“I…see.”

“And what you said to me. You told me that you hated me. Why would you say that? I was merely trying to prevent you from hurting yourself even more and you said something so awful.”

“I know, I-”, you stop in your steps as you hurried closer to him without asking, “can I come closer?”

“Yes.”

“Tae, my darling”, you say, hurrying to him. You sit down next to him, placing your hand on his knee, “I regret saying what I said. I don’t hate you and telling you something like this was awful of me to do. I’m so sorry.”

Taehyung acknowledges you with a nod of his head. He places his brush in the glass of dirty paint water and rests his hand atop yours.

“I am also asking you to never call me by my full name again. I don’t want to be Kim Taehyung to you, I want to be your darling or sweetest or Tae. Just anything other than my full name”, he widens his eyes pleadingly, “please”, he whispers.

“I understand. It must have hurt to be addressed this way. I won’t do it again and I’m sorry that I even did it in the first place.”

“Thank you”, Taehyung says, looking relieved, “it feels good to be apologised to.”

“It’s what you deserve”, you give him a warm smile, “I put you through so much lately and I gotta own up to my shit.”

“Thank you. I really needed to hear this from you.”

“Of course, my darling”, you say, caressing his knee, “I will do better from now on. No more mad witch moments, promise.”

Taehyung laughs, lowering his eyes shyly. You snicker, nudging him gently.

“Can I give you a kiss, my sweetest?” you ask him.

He nods his head, leaning in with his eyes closed. It is a chaste kiss. Sweet and soft and meant to remind you how lovely it is to kiss each other.

You pull back, eyes racing between Taehyung’s as your hand caresses his knee.

“I”, he begins, “I was so worried for you”, he confesses, “I kept checking up on you, but you wouldn’t wake. Are you truly alright now? Is Yoongi alright?”

“We’re both okay”, you assure him, “I feel rested and Yoongi is alright. He is already out hunting with Kook. I actually did it, Tae. I fixed everything.”

“I know. I still can’t believe that you did. You worried me greatly.”

“You don’t have to worry anymore, sweetest. I slept so well and I feel so refreshed.”

“Yes? Did you eat already?”

“I did. I ate the yummiest carbonara ever. I haven’t felt that full in ages. It’s nice to enjoy food again.”

“That’s good to hear”, Taehyung says and smiles softly.

You retort it and somehow this makes his smile fall. He furrows his brows and pouts sadly.

“What’s the matter, darling?” you ask him.

“I just...” his voice pitches in emotion as he speaks, “it’s been too long since I’ve seen you smile”, he confesses and throws his hand over his mouth to muffle his sob. He squeezes his eyes shut, curling into himself as he sobs again.

“Tae, my darling”, you gasp and pull him into a hug instantly, “I’m here, don’t cry.”

His face falls into the crook of your neck, his arms close around you tightly. He presses out a squeaky sob, twisting the fabric of your jumper.

“It hurt so much to see you fail and to be helpless myself”, he confesses, “I wanted to keep you safe and yet had to watch you kill yourself slowly. I was in so much pain.”

“You did everything you could do. I know it is easier said than done, but please don’t blame yourself.”

“But I do. I know you are healed again, but I feel so guilty”, Taehyung says and shudders in a sob, “I should have done so much more.”

“No, Tae. Darling”, you shake him off just so you can cradle his face. He looks up at you with tear-filled eyes and his lips trembling as he holds back his sobs, “I would have died without you. I’m not lying to you when I tell you that. You were the one who kept me alive. You fed me, forced me to sleep, held me so I could rest even if I pretend that I didn’t need to rest and you helped me with my magic as much as you could. If you didn’t take care of me, I would have worked myself to death.”

He spills tears, whimpering incredibly sadly.

You wipe his tears away, tilting his head so you could kiss his forehead. Taehyung exhales shakily because of it.

“You did the most important job by keeping me alive, my sweetest Tae”, you whisper, running your thumbs over his temples, “and I won’t ever take your support for granted. So thank you for everything you did these past nine weeks and also I’m sorry for everything you had to endure.”

Taehyung lifts his head. He stopped crying, but looks at you with glassy eyes. His lips aren’t trembling anymore, but still pout.

“I know it will still take some time for us to return to normalcy and I don’t expect you to accept my apology. When you still need some time to yourself, then-”

“I don’t want time to myself”, Taehyung interrupts you, “all I have wanted for these past nine weeks was to know that you were alright and that I could rest my eyes without fearing that you are dying somewhere I can’t find you. I want to be with you, ___ and I want to know that you are healthy.”

“And I want to be with you, Tae”, you tell him and give him a reassuring smile, “and I’m healthy. I’m okay now. At least my body is.”

“What do you mean?”

“I have to work on my magic. Meredith told me that I have lots of chaos in my head and that if I don’t work on my focus, I might end up dying.”

“What?” Taehyung chokes out. He shakes his head vigorously, “no. No, please don’t.”

You stop him with a gentle touch to his cheeks, “I won’t die”, you whisper, kissing the tip of his nose, “I will have Yoongi teaching me control, Meredith offered me her help as well and I will have you…”, you smile, tracing his lips, “…by my side, being my beautiful darling and my most loved Tae.”

“So you love me?” he whispers.

“I love you so much that I want to move mountains for you”, you say and giggle, “maybe one day I will, when I know how to focus my magic.”

Taehyung laughs. Honestly and shyly. You laugh with him, tracing the smile lines appearing on his cheeks. He looks so beautiful when he smiles.

“You would truly move mountains for me?” he asks.

“Yes I would, my darling Tae.”

“Wow”, he breathes and exhales shakily. He lowers his eyes for a moment. Inhale. Exhale. He lifts his head and smiles, pulling you into a tight hug. The kind of hug, which lets you know that everything was okay again between you and him. The kind of hug, which consumes you. And the kind of hug, which makes you glad that despite all the hurdles you and he had to climb over, you were still one. You close your arms around him and bury your hand in his hair. Just as Taehyung does to you. And you kiss his neck, while he makes sure he reminds his heart how you smell when you are healthy.

And as you do, the record on his player comes to an end, filling the room with the rhythmic clicking of the needle moving without purpose. But it had purpose to you and it had purpose to him, because it meant that the hard times came to an end. The music stopped and with it, showcased that the problems and struggles and tears were now truly a thing of the past.

All you had to do now was to flip the record and start new songs. Unheard songs of good days, warm hugs and loving memories.

You and he move back at the same time, looking deep into each others’ eyes.

“The music stopped”, you whisper.

“I know”, he whispers back.

“Should we get up and flip the record?”

“Let it turn. I don’t want you to slip away again”, he says.

“I can live with that”, you say with your eyes racing over his features. You can’t look away. He is so beautiful.

His eyes flit to your lips, his tongue darts out to wet his own, “darling, can we kiss again?”

“Of course, I would love nothing more than that”, you say and cup his cheek, allowing your eyes to fall closed as you lose yourself in the kiss.

Taehyung closes his eyes, fingers closing around your wrists to hold them gently.

He tastes like red wine and vanilla lip balm. His lips are so soft, moving against yours slowly and almost tentatively. His breath swirls over your cheek as he exhales through his nose and just seconds later, his fingertips replace the sensation. He traces your cheek and cups it gently, chasing you to deepen the kiss.

Your hand slips to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his hair. It feels so soft between your fingers, wrapping around you as if this was its only purpose. To be held and caressed by you. And perhaps it was. It would explain why Taehyung shivered oh so much as you did.

Taehyung whimpers. It has been too long since you last kissed him like that. He doesn’t blame you. He is aware that you grieved. You didn’t blame him when he refused intimacy for months on end because of his grief. And so he didn’t do either. Not for one second he blamed you for grieving the way you did. But he can’t deny that he missed your touches greatly, needing nothing more than to be closer to you. Closer. Oh so much closer.

He gets on his knees, holds your face to keep kissing you and draws closer. He sits down on your lap, lifting his shoulders to his ears as this was the only way to kiss you whilst holding your face.

You smile, running your hands down his back until you can hold his hips. He is comfortably heavy on your lap, sharing heat with you that way. You like the feeling a lot. He is so, so warm and his thighs are so soft as you feel them up.

Taehyung breaks the kiss because of it, giggling shyly as he sways his shoulders from side to side.

“Not there please”, he whispers, reaching down to fix the position of your hands. They were caressing his inner thighs before that, now resting on his hips. Taehyung squirms and sways his shoulders again, looking at you cutely.

“Why?” you ask him.

“I’m too sensitive”, he confesses.

“I see”, you smile, “you’re really precious, Tae sweetest”, you add, making him sway and pull the cutest face in existence. It makes his cheeks stick out and appear oh so soft and squishy.

You cup them because that is all they deserve to be. Held and caressed. And kissed. You pull his head closer, placing a soft kiss on each of his cheeks. He giggles because of it, closing his eyes. His fingers slip to your chest, resting there without any ulterior motive. The mere connection is enough for him.

“My sweetest darling”, you whisper, trailing your kisses to his jawline, “you’re my prettiest. Yes, you are.”

Taehyung sways happily, almost having to squeal from how good you make him feel. You dance your fingers up his torso, brushing against the edge of his shirt on accident. It slips off his shoulder, revealing his collarbone to your lips. Taehyung giggles with the first kiss, swaying his shoulders cutely. It makes you lift your head, eyes running over his pretty stature.

“Do you think that I am beautiful?” he asks you, holding his breath afterwards.

“Of course I do. You are so beautiful. Tae”, you gasp, touching his waist gently, “Tae, my darling, do you think that I don’t find you beautiful?”

He shakes his head, hiding his mouth behind his little fists.

“I wanted to be praised”, he confesses and giggles, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I see”, you smile, “well if that’s so, then I think that you are the most beautiful”, you say, caressing his waist.

Taehyung wiggles and drops his hands to instead fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He opens the first one, making the shirt slip down even more. His eyes are glued to your face, drinking in your every change of reaction. He is gnawing on his lower lip cutely.

You allow him to work with bated breath. You know what he is planning to do and it excites you so very much. Taehyung is so talented in undressing. Especially when he feels submissive that night. He is so sensual and pretty in his movements and knows exactly how to make your heart flutter. Tonight is now different, your heart flutters like crazy because of him.

Another button opens, the shirt slips down his other shoulder as well, now sitting around his elbows and reaching him just above his nipples. One little movement and they would be exposed as well. He drops his hands to your lap, putting some of his weight on your thighs as he rocks back and forth a few times. His eyes are full of playful seduction and innocent curiosity. He wants you to take the next step, to decide what will happen, to give in to your desires.

“You are prettier than art, my darling”, you praise him, tracing the edge of his shirt. Your fingertips tickle his skin, eliciting goosebumps all over his chest.

Taehyung sticks his butt out, arching his chest closer to you. It happens willfully that he bites down on his lower lip, eyes widening just enough to give him a cute puppy-like appearance.

You run your fingers up his chest, stopping by his defined collarbones to trace them.

“Like touching moonlight”, you whisper, melting in fondness when Taehyung’s eyes soften in adoration, “I haven’t said that in ages, have I?”

He shakes his head, shimmying closer just enough that you can see the sparkles in his pretty eyes.

“My body feels so sensitive”, he whispers, eyes racing between yours, “everything you say and do makes my skin prickle.”

“It does?”

“Yes. Yes, it does. So very much. I, I want to be touched”, he says, “can we continue? It feels so good.”

“Of course. Oh, my darling”, you whisper, giving Taehyung a soft tug on his hair to tilt his head back.

“Ah”, he moans, laughing shyly in the newly exposed position you nudged him into. He stops laughing just seconds later when he feels your lips and tongue on his neck. He squeezes his thighs together on your lap, chasing the friction of you with rolls of his hips. Sensitive. So sensitive. Every touch feels like magic.

"I want to keep touching you. You deserve to be touched and explored and worshipped", you whisper between neck kisses, playing with his hair slowly. You don’t have to hold it anymore, Taehyung stays in this position willingly.

He begins unbuttoning his shirt even more, doing so with shaky fingers. He hopes that you will like the surprise. He wants to be your pretty good boy tonight.

The fabric opens, brushing over his skin and leaving goosebumps behind. He wants your fingertips to replicate the sensation.

Taehyung moves away from your kiss and takes your hands. You allow him, watching him with fond curiosity. The taste of him lingers on your lips, making you ache for more. But you know better than to stress him. Tonight is all about him.

He guides your hands to his tummy, drawing attention to it and with it your eyes.

“Look at you”, you whisper. His abs faded over the terrible year he had. The softest, most beautiful stomach replaced them. You touch him, dancing your fingertips over his tender skin.

Taehyung sighs, squirming shyly because the touch feels so very good.

“How are you so beautiful, my sweetest?” you ask him, cupping his waist just to squeeze it gently, “tell me, how shall I ever function when you are so pretty?”

Taehyung giggles. He giggles loudly and cutely. And he wiggles his shoulders as he does.

“More please”, he begs with sparkly eyes. He takes off his shirt, presenting himself with a sensual arch of his back afterwards, “more please.”

You smile at him, running your hands up his torso along the paths of his soft tummy and later chest. You stop right under his nipples, eliciting an excited gasp from him.

“My darling boy”, you whisper, brushing your thumbs over his nipples.

“Oh”, Taehyung moans, shuddering on your lap.

His nipples are hard within seconds. You massage them slowly, basking in how much he squirms because of it. His skin is covered in goosebumps, his cheeks are flushed just slightly. He giggles.

“Do you like that?” you ask in a fond chuckle.

Taehyung giggles and nods his head.

“Yes?”

“Yes. So much”, and there he goes, giggling again, “I’m so sensitive.”

“I know, my sweetest. You’re doing so very well.”

“Can you fuck me?” Taehyung asks in a whisper and squirms.

“You want me to fuck you?” you gasp for his question surprised you.

Taehyung couldn’t help it. You praised him and that makes him very desperate.

“Yes…peg me. I, I-” he blushes, “I, ah”, he manages to get out. It is enough for you to understand how desperately needy he was for you.

“Pegging? What is that?”

“You fuck me with a strap on”, he explains, “I promise it feels like heaven to you. I own the one which pleasures you as well.”

“That sounds so hot. I can fuck you too? That’s possible?”

Taehyung nods his head, squirming on your lap.

“Wow…” you whisper, “I really want to do this with you.”

Taehyung laughs breathily, “I’m so happy”, he confesses and cups your face, “shall we put it on?”

“Yes.”

And so you leave his atelier with excited giggles on your lips.

Taehyung opens the secret door and leads you inside. It was red, made out of wood and located behind his coats in his dressing room. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes the first time he showed it to you, calling it the coolest thing right after his secret mural door.

You then proceeded to believe your eyes even less when Taehyung showed you what lies behind those doors. A playroom with an array of toys and kinky furniture everywhere. The ceilings were covered in mirrors and the walls were the darkest burgundy. That night, he showed you the beauty of owning such a room. You sometimes think of that night and get wet.

Taehyung guides you to his dildo collection, walking with a happy skip.

“I am so excited”, he confesses, “I've dreamt of being your bottom for so long.”

“That’s hot, Tae. Like really hot.”

Taehyung pulls out the lowest drawer, revealing a collection of harnesses.

“Pick one”, he tells you.

You run your eyes over them. They all looked well-taken care of. They are so hot. Thinking about wearing them turns you on.

“You have so many.”

“Yes, I am an avid collector. You know me”, he says and snickers, “besides, I need to be prepared for the annual vampire orgy.”

You sneak a glance at him.

“How come I've never heard of that before?”

“I sadly had to miss out on it for two consecutive years because of what happened. But I am planning to organise a very special orgy this coming summer.”

“Ah I see”, you chuckle, “well, I’m not one to stop you. Do warn me though, so I can flee before I become food.”

Taehyung chuckles.

“Don’t you worry, I will warn you. Yoongi loathes these orgies, so I figure he will take you somewhere fancy.”

“I'm counting on it”, you say and pick up a purple leather harness, “I like this one.”

“Oh it will look beautiful on you. Do you want to put it on?”

“Yes, I would love to put it on.”

And so Taehyung helps you undress yourself and then put on the harness. He shows you what to put on so you would feel the fuck as well and together you try it out. You really like the sensation and therefore decide to keep it on. Then Taehyung helps you with securing the strap in the back, working diligently as you share in comfortable and intimate silence. He travels his hands over your waist until he can massage the part of your body where your hips meet your pubic area. He kisses your shoulder, resting his chin on it afterwards.

“How are you feeling?” he asks you.

“Good. It feels so nice”, you answer him, chasing his touch.

Taehyung runs his hands closer to your middle, drawing your eyes down to them. He traces the dildo, before wrapping his fingers around its base. You gasp as if he truly touched you. If you concentrate hard enough, you can almost feel his touch.

“How does it feel to have a cock?” he asks, jerking you off slowly.

You watch him with blown-out pupils and with your breathing quickening. His fingers glide over your silicone length so gracefully, looking oh so tempting.

“It kind of feels exciting”, you confess.

“Once you mastered your magic, I can show you magnificent spells. Spells, which you won’t believe are possible”, he whispers.

“Really?”

“Mhm, spells that will make your strap feel as if it was a real cock.”

“I can do that?”

“Mhm”, he stubs your neck with his nose, “with the right teacher.”

You chuckle and sigh at the same time, chasing his fist in a sensual roll of your hips. You reach behind yourself, twisting a bundle of his hair.

“Mhhm Tae”, you purr, resting your head against his chest, “I get a feeling that you will show me the most twisted of spells.”

He holds his breath, looking at you nervously. Did he go too far?

“I kinda love it”, you add and laugh lazily, “fuck, you drive me insane.”

Taehyung moans needily, feeling his knees buckle.

“I want to be fucked, please”, he begs.

You open your eyes and turn your head as best as possible to look at him.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, please.”

You turn, placing your hands on his chest. A playful smirk curls your lips, your eyes lower in seduction.

“I want to fuck you so good, Tae”, you rasp.

“Oh”, he lets out and sways, “oh god, ___”, he whispers shakily, “I, I don’t want to do it here.”

“Yeah? Just lead the way.”

He nods his head vigorously and squirms out of your touch. He flees from you in a happy skip, giggling as he does. You follow him with a fond smile. He is leading you outside to the chaise lounge in the dressing room. It was big enough to house two big people comfortably and it was of a deep purple colour.

“You’re so cute”, you say, gazing at Taehyung.

“I feel so pretty”, Taehyung says and twirls, stopping with a sensual sway of his shoulders. His lower lip slips between his teeth, his delicate hands run down his torso. He widens his eyes at you. Playfully just as much as shyly.

“Am I pretty?” he asks, swaying his shoulders.

“Of course you are. My prettiest”, you say.

Taehyung giggles and lowers his eyes bashfully.

“Can I show myself to you?” he asks, dancing his fingers down to the hem of his pants.

“I would love nothing more”, you say, ogling the prominent dent in his pants. Oh how you crave to see him.

Taehyung opens the prettily done bow of his pants, tugging on it slowly. Then he hooks his fingers in the hem, going slow in exposing himself. First his groomed pubes. They tease you for more, guiding your eyes down to his pretty cock. Taehyung is holding the pants in such a way that all you can see is its girthy base. Only a glimpse. Nothing but a little appetizer.

The anticipation makes you lick your lips. You crave him like nothing else.

Taehyung moves again. His shaft. Veiny and oh so very clearly hard. How it stays in his pants is a mystery to you.

“I want you”, you confess in a hushed whisper.

Taehyung sways his shoulders and tugs on his pants. His cock springs free. You gasp, following it with hungry eyes. It throbs just once, dribbling the prettiest pearls of excitement. Dark flushed cock against the darkest pubes. Oh the view drives you crazy.

You step closer, seeking him. You can’t control yourself any longer. You need him like air.

Taehyung however flees you. He steps back and giggles, lets you grab air, taunts you with an innocent look.

Your eyes meet. The desperation in your gaze makes his cock throb again.

“No touching”, he says and sways his shoulders adorably.

“You drive me insane”, you whisper, gazing at his cock, “please let me touch. You’re so beautiful.”

Taehyung shakes his head and smiles cutely. He touches himself. No movements. He merely wraps his elegant fingers around his girthy shaft to hold his cock in place. You stare and salivate. Honestly if your cock was real, it would be twitching like crazy right now.

“What do you want to do to me?” he asks, squeezing down on his veins until his flushed tip leaks little droplets of temptation. Oh how tempted you are to taste him.

“What?”

“What do you want to do to me?”

This is a game to him. He wants to rile you up, needs you to describe the kinky shit to him. And you fucking love playing. You draw closer just a little. Not too much. You don’t want him to flee again. Oh how you want him.

“I want to take your cock and jerk it off until it’s throbbing.”

“Like this?” Taehyung asks and massages his cock.

“Yeah…” you watch it with a tingling stomach. He is leaking so much.

“What else?” he sighs, putting on the prettiest show as he jerks himself. You draw closer. Taehyung flees.

Your gazes meet.

He giggles innocently.

You feel angry in desperation.

“Tell me the truth”, he taunts with sparkling eyes.

“I want to take you and bend you over that chaise lounge, I want to jerk your pretty cock and fuck your tight ass until you're crying. And honestly if you fucking flee one more time, I’m actually gonna lose it.”

Taehyung moans, dropping his cock to instead grip his own waist.

“Empress”, he pleads.

You have him. You won. You step closer and Taehyung feels his knees buckle. Your strap graces his cock, sending a jolt of electricity through him. You reach up and take his chin between two of your fingers.

“Get on this stupid piece of furniture now and let me do my goddamn thing”, you rasp.

“I want to kiss your feet”, Taehyung croaks, looking utterly star struck.

“You can do that later”, you say and release his chin.

Taehyung springs into action instantly. He kneels down on the chaise lounge, placing his hands on the backrest of it. Like this, he can arch his back and therefore flaunt his round bubble butt.

You feel your tummy flutter at the view. He is so sexy, moving so temptingly sensual.

He looks over his shoulder, fluttering his lashes at you.

“Am I breedable, Empress?”

“Excuse me?” you gasp, widening your eyes.

Taehyung moans softly and arches his back. Like this, his pretty hole is exposed.

“Am I a pretty boy, Empress?”

“O-of course you are, damn”, you clear your throat, “goddamn it, Tae. You are so hot like this.”

Taehyung wiggles his hips and bends over, presenting his untouched hole to you.

“You can do whatever you want to me. I'm breedable and good.”

“You’re insane for talking like this.”

“Am I embarrassing?”

“Of course not. You’re just too much, I’m so fucking wet.”

He poses for you with a soft moan, looking oh so proud of himself.

You step closer, having to touch him. He tenses up and shudders, moaning softly. You feel him up. His skin is soft. He is burning up.

“You drive me insane, Tae. Actually insane”, you whisper, drinking in the view. Round buttocks and pretty hole. It’s not as pink as Jungkook’s is. It’s darker - matching his cock - but just as pretty. Pretty and oh so fucking tempting. Part of you wants to stuff it with your strap right here and now, while another part of you wants to explore it for hours. Oh, you can’t get enough of this man.

“Am I good enough?” he asks breathily, “does my hole please you?”

“Taehyung, I'm so bloody obsessed that it’s hard to breathe. All I want to do is lick it.”

Taehyung moans, fluttering his lashes.

“Please lick me, Empress”, he begs and arches his back.

“Mhhhm Tae, you’re so…” , you drift off as your eyes run over his untouched hole. You have to change that. You connect your thumb with his rim. Taehyung gasps and arches into your touch, “you’ve got such a pretty hole”, you praise him.

“Does it look breedable, Empress?”

“Mhm, so breedable. You look like such a pretty cum dump, Tae darling. All tight and dainty. I bet you could keep so much cum inside, mhm?”

Taehyung moans loudly, writhing in bliss. You can watch just how deep he falls into the headspace, how you have him hooked on your fingers. One wrong word and you could probably break him. One right word and you could most definitely ruin him.

“Yes”, he moans, “yes, I’m breedable and, and tight. I, I can be a bred boy for hours.”

This is going to haunt you. All of this. Taehyung in such a headspace is going to goddamn haunt you.

“You’re such a good boy. Fuck Tae, I can’t take it anymore. I want to rim you.”

“Do whatever you want, Empress. I can take anything”, he consents with the knowledge that you are aware of his boundaries. Truly, offering himself as someone so entirely without control feels so good to do because he knows that you respect each and every single boundary he has. You can do whatever you want with him, because you won’t go too far. Taehyung feels dizzy at the aspect of being so entirely at your mercy.

“You are such a good boy”, you praise and lower yourself to your knees, grabbing his hips as you do. The floor feels hard and cold on your knees, but you don’t mind. You have better things to do, like pull Taehyung down and onto your tongue.

“Ah!” he yelps, reaching behind himself to grab your hair, “Empress!”

He tastes sweet, grinding on the flat of your tongue each time he wiggles his hips. You purr deeply and close your eyes. He feels so good. His puckered hole flutters and tenses as you taste him, his hips keep squirming under your fingers, his hand grips you so desperately.

“Don’t stop please”, he begs, “it feels so good. Oh, it feels so good.”

You purr deliciously, having your eyes closed in bliss. You goddamn love giving head. Your men are always so reactive and cute when you do and the surge of pleasurable confidence this gives you makes you feel so goddamn attractive. And happy. Very, very happy because you know that you can make them feel good.

And Taehyung deserves to feel good. After all the shit you put him through lately, he deserves to feel nothing but the most amazing and wonderful sensations.

You run your hands along his thighs, lingering on the beginning of his buttocks to trace his heated flesh. It feels so plump and heavy between your fingers.

“You’re perfect”, you moan into him, squeezing his butt, “you’re so fucking perfect.”

Your tongue slips between his buttocks without struggle, poking and teasing his hole in quick swirls. You dirty him in your drool, but you don’t care. He makes you salivate, he is so goddamn delicious.

Taehyung moans and lets his head fall back, revelling in the sensations with his thumb dimpling the pillows of the chaise lounge. Your warmth borders unbearable. Taehyung forgot just how warm your touch feels, how gentle and soft you love him but at the same time with just how much intense passion you explore him.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs, tilting his head back even further. It reveals his throat for no one to see but the burning candles and whatever entity may hide in the invisible worlds in between.

You dig your fingers deeper, dimpling his flesh and parting him for better access. Like this, his hole opens just enough for you to be able to explore those truly delicate and sensitive parts of him.

The sound that forces out of sweet Taehyung goes straight to your core. You can feel him tremble in reaction. You are so greedy for more. Moaning desperately, you try to breach him with your tongue. You have to be harsh for it, rough and filled with an almost angry strength. You struggle at first. He is clenching so much in excitement that it is hard to fill him up. You don’t want to give up. You have to claim him. One more try. Your tongue wiggles and swirls. Wiggles and swirls. Wiggles and breaches him.

Your name falls from his lips in a loud and pitched moan, his head bounces to the front and hits the edge of the backrest. His fingers slip from your hair to grip the chaise lounge. He whimpers loudly and clenches around you.

You mewl in bliss, burying yourself as deep as your tongue allows you to go. You claimed him. And he tastes like heaven. You have to have him. All you want to do is fuck him and taste him and make him feel good. You begin moving your head back and forth to allow your tongue to glide in and out of him. Your palms are holding him open for you, your thighs are rubbing together in search of sweet friction. With the strap-on you are wearing, you feel quite a lot of friction between your legs. Taehyung wasn’t lying when he told you that you would feel it too. You are so fucking desperate because of it.

“Finger me”, Taehyung begs in a breathy moan, “please finger me.”

“Hm?”

“Finger me, please Empress.”

You slip out of him, watching how his pretty hole clenches in desperation. It glistens from your drool, looking much more open and relaxed now that you tongue fucked it so well.

“You want me to finger you?”

“Yes”, Taehyung begs desperately, “yes please just finger me, please.”

“I can’t get enough of you, fuck”, you get out and gasp for air. He makes you dizzy. You feel so charged in desperation.

You reach for the bottle of lube and prepare your finger. Taehyung waits patiently, running his fingers over the fabric of the chaise lounge mindlessly. It tickles his fingertips and feels soft, but not as soft as your touch which lingers on his hole just seconds later. He straightens up and moans, arching into you.

“Ready?” you ask him, massaging his rim slowly.

“Yes”, he sighs, pushing his hips back.

“You are such a good boy”, you praise as you push your finger into him.

He moans loudly, you feel tense in desperation. He is so tight and warm around you, his walls are hugging your finger gratefully. You move your finger as the urge to explore him weighs too heavy in your heart.

“Another one”, he begs the instant you begin moving.

“Really?” you gasp.

“Yes, I barely feel anything.”

“That’s hot”, you croak, “oh my god Tae, you are so hot”, you rasp and push your ring finger into him. It sinks in quickly, filling him out and eliciting a grateful moan from him. He pushes back into you, moving his tight hole on your digits.

“Yes”, he breathes, “yes, oh yes, oh yes.”

His pretty hole moves around your digits, looking so beautiful now that you stretch him so well.

“This makes me so wet”, you confess in a breathy voice, “I can’t believe you’re real.”

The true and utter honesty in your voice makes Taehyung tremble. He knows that all the praise you give him is honest and real, but this right now sounds almost unnaturally honest. You are so mesmerised by him. He can hear just how honest you are in your desperation. And Taehyung can’t handle it.

“This doesn’t work”, he sobs softly, “please do it differently.”

“Yeah? How do you want it?”

“I want to sit on your lap, please.”

“Okay, let’s do that”, you say, slipping out of him. You waste no time with watching his hole close, instead you let yourself fall down on the chaise lounge next to him, parting your legs enough to make your lap comfortable for him. Your strap hits your stomach from the movement, sending a jolt of excitement through you. You feel so sexy like this. Taehyung wastes no time being desperate for your fingers, instead he climbs atop your lap with wobbly knees, cups your face and kisses you deeply.

“Mhhm Tae”, you mumble into him, kissing him back with a dizzy head.

His taste lingers on your lips. Taehyung sucks and licks it off of you with needy hunger. His tongue traces your lips and hugs your own, forcing you to moan and sigh. He cups your breasts and massages the spots you love having touched. His fingertips carry magic in them, sending shivers down your spine. Oh how terribly greedy for a feel of you he is. You chase him desperately, needing nothing more than his touch.

His cock is rubbing against your strap. You can feel them press against your stomach that way. The sensation feels so good. You pull him closer because of it, but can’t as Taehyung breaks the kiss to moan sweetly.

Your eyes meet in a deep and intimate gaze. It turns you on to look at each other.

“I want you”, you whisper, parting your lips as you chase his kiss.

“I want you too”, he whispers and reaches between your bodies, wrapping his fingers around your cocks. He begins jerking them off, whimpering needily because like this, his sensitive spots are grinding right against the head of the translucent dildo.

You chase him with a roll of your hips, twisting his hair at the back of his head.

“That’s so hot”, you rasp.

“Imagine how this will feel once you learned the spell”, he whispers and mewls softly. Frotting with you gets him off so good.

“Tae, I’m so wet”, you confess and whine quietly.

“Finger me again, please”, he begs, arching his back.

“I’m so fucking wet”, you croak and drop your right hand from his hair to part his buttocks for you. He has enough lube on his rim to enable you a comfortable breach and so you push two of your fingers into him to their last knuckles, curling them against his favourite spot.

“Like this?” you ask him, hungry eyes glued to his pretty face. He feels tighter in this position, hugging your digits greedily.

Taehyung scrunches his nose up, “hngn”, he lets out and exhales loudly, chasing the sensation with a roll of his hips.

“Yes, just like this”, you whisper deeply, “just like this.”

“N-no”, he presses out.

“No?”

He reaches behind himself and touches your pointer finger. Then he looks into your eyes, pouting pleadingly.

“Please”, he whispers.

“Fuck. Tae”, you get out and with his help, push a third finger into his greedy hole.

Taehyung closes his eyes by letting them roll back. His jaw goes slack, his throat produces an honest and deep moan. The view leaves you with the wettest stain of desperation under you.

“Thank you”, he gets out and parts his lips again to moan honestly and loudly. He feels so stuffed. Three of your fingers are currently preparing his hole, massaging his prostate with such expertise, Taehyung wonders if he will ever become normal again.

“You’re such a good boy, Tae. You’re taking me so well”, you praise, watching in delight as Taehyung squirms shyly, hole clenching around your fingers excitedly. He makes you smile. “You are so cute”, you say in a soft voice. It is heavy in arousal.

Taehyung giggles and moans, chasing you with a roll of his hips. Just once and then he shivers, hand dropping from his cock and reaching behind to hold your wrist.

“Wait. Stop. Please”, he begs.

You obey, keeping your fingers still inside him as your brows furrow in worry.

Taehyung takes a deep breath and groans quietly, “oh god”, he gets out, shuddering desperately.

“Are you okay? Were three too much?”

“No. So close.”

Your eyes light up. So he isn’t in pain.

“Yes? Does praise get you too needy?” you tease to which Taehyung giggles and blushes.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad. I know it feels as if I'm rushing. This is so exciting to me.”

“Hush, don’t apologise. You’re taking the perfect amount of time”, you assure him, curling your fingers to make him feel good.

He twitches and gasps, squeezing your wrist.

“Please”, he squeaks.

“Mhm what do you want?”

“I want to be fucked, please”, he begs with cute eyes.

“Yes? Do you really want to do that?” you ask him.

“Yes. You?”

“Yes, I’m just a little nervous. I don’t know how to move properly.”

“That’s okay, I’ll show you.”

You smile, “you are such a good boy, Tae”, you say, curling your fingers.

“Ah”, he widens his eyes, squeezes your wrist, “don’t please.”

You chuckle softly, “I’m sorry, you are just so adorable when you squirm.”

“Oh god, please”, he pouts, “please more, please.”

“Get my cock ready, sweetest”, you order, slipping your fingers free. You can’t wait. You are so goddamn excited.

Taehyung obeys instantly. He covers the dildo in a good layer of lube, using the remnants on his fingers to cover his hole.

He sighs, “I need you so much”, he says and positions himself over your length. He grips it by its base, moving it over his ready hole. “I’ll move for us, don’t worry.”

“I know. You’re such a good boy.”

You can’t stop looking away even if you see barely anything in the position except his terribly swollen cock and tensing tummy. You let your eyes flit behind Taehyung. There you go. Now you can see everything. Right there in the reflection of his big ceiling high mirror.

His feet are tangling over the edge of the chaise lounge, his toes are wiggling. His back is arched as he presents his well-sculpted ass.

Taehyung lowers himself.

“A-ah”, he lets out in sync with his cock throbbing against your tummy.

“Fuck”, you groan, eyes widening in greedy hunger. Just one second your cockhead was visible and now it’s gone. Hidden in Taehyung’s ass. “Did you just take it?”

“Yes”, he whimpers, lowering himself even more, “oh god, darling”, he gets out, cock twitching continuously as he sinks down on you.

“Okay this is really hot”, you whisper, gasping with him when he bottoms out. Thighs against ass and strap right inside. The view stirs hot pleasure inside you.

Taehyung begins moving instantly, holding onto your shoulders while he rocks up and down on your length. Like this, you can watch it appear and disappear repeatedly, looking wetter each and every time.

“This is so fucking hot, oh my god.”

“Touch my hips please”, he begs and you obey instantly, “can you feel them move?”

His muscles are tensing and shifting with his movements, his skin feels so hot. You squeeze them, gulping heavily. Look at him move, feel him tense, listen to him sigh. This is so goddamn hot.

“I can. That’s really…wow”, you whisper, eyes meeting his gaze.

It is droopy. Your heart flutters because of it. He moans shakily, moving sensually atop your lap as if he was made for it. And he was. He really fucking was, taking your strap like the best boy he was.

“Does it feel nice, my darling?” you ask him, caressing his hips.

“Yes, it feels so nice”, he sighs, cupping your face gently, “how does it feel for you?”

“Really good. You’re right, it’s rubbing against my clit.”

“See? I was right”, he lulls and flutters his eyes closed. He lifts his hips and drops them on your lap, ass jiggling because of it. You watch it happen hungrily, heart racing like crazy.

Taehyung moans sweetly, repeating the movement as his fingers slip back to grip your shoulders tightly. “Holy fuck”, he gets out between throaty gasps.

You can’t believe this is happening. You are fucking Taehyung. And he looks so goddamn good taking it. You run your hands to his ass, grabbing a handful of him to knead it. You part him, moaning loudly as this exposes his stuffed hole. In and out, in and out, in and out. He is taking you so well, looking so good doing it.

“Don’t stop”, he begs, pressing himself closer while his hips draw circles on your length. You are moving his sensitive rim right around your cock with your groping and he loves that sensation like nothing else. He curls his toes, chasing the friction with needy hips. He loves that so much. Loves it so much.

“This is so hot”, you whisper, “holy fuck.”

You knew that Taehyung wasn’t as dominant as you thought him to be when you first met him, but this is too much. He is so terribly attractive like this. Taking your strap with his face contorted in raw pleasure and his rockhard cock rubbing against your tummy. All while the whiniest little sounds leave his lips. You are seriously the luckiest woman on earth.

“You’re so wet, sweet Tae”, you rasp. You dance your right hand to his cock, holding his buttock with your other to really feel all the flexing he is doing.

“Empress”, he mewls quietly, furrowing his brows in desperation. You wrap your hand around his cock, grinding your thumb into his frenulum. “Oh god”, Taehyung croaks, falling around your neck.

His head falls against your shoulder, his back arches so he can still reach your strap. He loses some of the depth that way, but he doesn’t care because you are pressing against his prostate while your fingers are toying with his leaking cock and that’s better than anything else.

“You’re leaking so much. Wow Tae, I’m making you so fucking wet, aren’t I?” you rasp, basking in the deep shiver you send through him because of your words.

“Empress, I’m a wet boy”, he whimpers, gripping the edge of the backrest.

“Yes you are, such a wet boy”, you coo, tightening your arm around his waist and letting your fingers slip between his ass. You have to feel it. You press your fingertips against his hole so you can feel how the strap moves inside him. “that’s how that feels. Damn, that feels good”, you croak.

“My ass is made for you, Empress”, Taehyung moans, arching his back even more just to present himself to your fingers and your greedy eyes. He loves it so much when you feel him up. He wants to be such a good boy for you, tingling like crazy because your touch feels like heaven.

“Yes you are, you’re made for me”, you whisper, trying to meet his movements. It can’t hurt to try, right?

“O-oh”, Taehyung collapses into you, losing any sort of ability to move, “oh god, ___.”

“Was that right?” you ask him, trying again even if it is difficult with his weight on you.

Taehyung shudders, squeezing the backrest. His moan is muffled by your shoulder, his cock leaks on your fingers.

You try again, “okay but this is really hard to move. How are you always doing that?”

“Shall we change positions?”

“Maybe. I can’t really move.”

“Okay. Stand up, I have an idea.”

Taehyung lies down on the chaise lounge. Head facing the foot end and toes facing the top end. He opens his legs, reaching between them to part himself for you.

“Please back”, he begs.

“You’re so pretty wow”, you whisper, eyes glued to his exposed hole. It looks so empty and wet. You want to fill it up again, show him how good you can make him feel.

You spread a new layer of lube on your strap and get right between his legs, touching his inner left thigh. You hold your cock with your right hand, jerking it off slowly. It feels so warm because of him.

“Are you ready? I can’t guarantee that I’ll be good”, you ask him, grinding your tip on his greedy hole.

“Please fuck me”, he begs.

You push inside, eliciting a throaty mewl from him. Slipped in so easily. You pressed your fingers against his hole as you did just so you can really feel how it is to breach someone. Quite frankly, it felt heavenly. You push more, watching in delight as Taehyung scrunches his face in bliss because of it.

“I’m in. I’ll move now, yeah?”

He nods his head, arching his back in preparation. You grab his hips and move. Taehyung moans loudly, gripping his own thighs. This was amazing to witness. You want to repeat it just so you can hear him moan again.

“___”, Taehyung moans, gasping for air afterwards.

“Okay, this is amazing what the hell”, you rasp, chasing him in a deep thrust, “this is fucking amazing, holy fuck.”

Your knees are just a little farther than Taehyung’s hips width apart, your thighs are pressing into his softness. Your hands are on his hips, your lower tummy works hard to make the movement possible. And your sweet Taehyung is moaning your name as if it was his only prayer. You thought it impossible to feel so fucking powerful, but here you are. This is the best surge of power you’ve ever felt. You want to keep chasing it. Chasing it until you run on nothing but Taehyung’s sweet moans.

Taehyung throws his legs over your thighs, deepening your connection that way. It’s easier to move like this, sending a surge of confidence through your veins.

“This is so fucking good”, you pant, gripping his thighs just to nudge his legs apart more. You thrust into him, watching it happening. He is moving right around your strap, looking oh so stuffed and stretched. That’s how it looks to fuck. To be the one controlling just how deep someone gets stuffed. No wonder they don’t want to stop once they start. This is the sexiest view ever. You hold his thighs, making sure that he doesn’t hide it from you.

“Don’t stop please”, Taehyung begs, writhing on the cushions sensually, "please ___ please."

“I won’t, this is so much fun” you rasp, “am I moving how you like it?”

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

“This is so hot”, you moan, feeling oh so good. And not because the strap is grinding right against your clit, but because Taehyung is moaning oh so much. You feel so lightheaded in power. He is made for your strap and you don’t want to stop giving it to him.

You want to give it to him. You were such a bitch to him lately. He deserves to be showered in attention and spill over in pleasure. It’s the least you can do to mend the cracks. Even if he says that there is nothing to forgive, you know better. If not for him, this is for you. To ease your cracked heart because there is nothing better in this world than seeing Taehyung glow in happy bliss.

You wrap your fingers around his cock, forcing him to squeak and reach for your hand instantly. He squeezes hard, glassy eyes looking at you pleadingly.

“Too much?” you ask him, moving your hand around his leaking tip and with it forcing him to pull his legs into his chest. Just once and then he drops them again with a giggled moan.

You twist your hand around his tip, chase the tightness of his hole with a deep thrust. Taehyung squeals, trying to close his legs but you force them apart again, punishing him with quick movements up and down his length. He is growing in your hand, letting you know that despite his whines he is in actual heaven. Not long and you’ll probably struggle with closing your fingers around his base.

“Am I fucking you too good, mhm? Can’t handle it?”

“No”, he squeaks, squeezing your hand.

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop”, you taunt, trying to pull away only to get stopped by Taehyung.

“Please”, he begs, “please, please”, he pleads, moving your hand around his cock.

“You are so adorable”, you rasp, taking over for him. You take his thigh and pull him onto your length, twisting your hand around his cockhead as you do.

Taehyung arches his back, hips chasing you in desperate wiggles. His fingers fall from your hand to grab the edge of the backrest instead. He squeezes hard, feeling dizzy.

“Please Empress”, his voice is so high in pleasure.

“It’s okay darling Tae, I’ve got you”, you soothe him, giving him your length in deep rolls of your hips. You have to admit, it is easier to fuck than you thought it is. Maybe it is because you love fucking Taehyung or maybe it’s because you’re a natural, but that shit is so much fun. “Your Empress got you”, you rasp, “I’ve got you so good.”

Taehyung moans and spills tears. You are moving his body, forcing his head to tangle over the edge just enough that his head is starting to pound. And he loves it. Loves all of it. The last ten weeks were torture for him. To watch you lose yourself and to be unable to stop it, broke him over and over again. And left him so upset that desire and sensuality became cruel enemies he didn’t even want to think about. So to have you finally be yourself again leaves Taehyung so goddamn sensitive. He can’t decide what exactly leaves him so sensitive. Happiness, relief, comfort, desperation. Maybe all of it. All he knows is that it feels so good to be touched now that everything was okay again. He missed it so much. Missed it so, so much.

Taehyung arches his back and meets your movements in sloppy rolls of his hips.

“There we go, that’s it. Take my strap, you’re such a good boy”, you praise him, matching his rhythm and with it, turning Taehyung into a mess. He opens his legs further, gripping the edge of the chaise lounge, rolls his head to the side. He is a mess. An honest mess.

“Please don’t stop”, he sobs, “please I’m begging you.”

“It’s okay, I’m not going to stop”, you soothe him, massaging his heated tip deeply.

“Oh my god, it feels so good”, he moans loudly, trembling in pleasure. “oh god, oh my god.”

He loves being a vampire. He is so goddamn into how it makes him feel. How sensitive every inch of his body gets, how easy it is to partake in the best fucking thing because stuff like having to clean out isn’t necessary anymore and how goddamn easy it is to make him dizzy. Taehyung loves his nature so very much when you’re the one touching him, moaning your name with tears rolling down his glowing cheeks.

“My darling”, you speak softly, engulfing his cheek in your tender palm, “look at you crying. Is it that good for you?”

Taehyung whimpers, leaning into your touch until his soft cheek was nuzzled into your palm. He feels so safe right now. He is so vulnerable and weak right now, but you make him feel so safe.

“Good”, he whimpers and sobs softly, reaching up to place his hand over yours.

“You are so freaking pretty”, you whisper breathily, “oh Tae”, you add, trying to kiss him but failing miserably as this only forces his head to tangle even more over the edge.

It makes the both of you chuckle, eyes gazing into the others’ deeply.

“I’ll pull you up, work with me”, you say.

“Yes, okay”, he sighs, squirming sensually when you grab his hips and pull him closer.

“There we go. Now you’re comfy again, yeah?”

“Yes, so safe”, he whispers. Finally, his head stops tangling and you are able to place yourself atop of him.

Your elbows are propped up on each side of his head, your hips roll into him slowly but oh so deeply. Your chests are melted together. Taehyung can feel your racing heart that way, spilling tears because it feels so good to him. You begin moving again, slow and deep. Taehyung gasps, grabbing your back with trembling fingers. His legs close behind your thighs, trembling weakly.

“There we go, hold onto me”, you encourage him, playing with his hair. It is just a little damp from the heat you share, curling right around your fingers and tickling your skin, “is that good, my darling?”

“Yes, yes it’s so good”, Taehyung croaks and squeaks, “I- ah.”

“Such a good boy”, you praise, “touch yourself for me, my darling.”

Taehyung reaches between your bodies with one hand to wrap his fingers around his big cock. He gasps and looks into your eyes. The smile you give him makes him droopy, you running your fingers through his hair makes him dizzy.

“You’re so big, aren’t you?”

He whines a shy “yes”, feeling up his length. He didn’t even witness when he grew into his real size. You feel so good that all he concentrated on was your moving hips and gentle touch. He should be embarrassed about having such little control, but he is proud. You make him feel so good that he loses control and Taehyung is proud to show that off.

“Yes, you are. You are such a good boy, always so big and pretty for me. Mhm?”

Taehyung keens your name and squeezes his eyes shut. He scratches his nails down your back, leaving behind a streak of burning pleasure on your skin. You growl softly in reaction, dropping your forehead against his’.

“You’re such a good boy”, you rasp, voice shaky in lust, “holy fuck, this is the best fucking shit.”

You aren’t aware of it yet, but Taehyung is currently losing control. Having you atop of him, warm skin against warm skin and with your weight putting reassuring pressure on his chest, is too much for him. All of it is too much. Your slow movements, your fingers in his hair, your forehead against his’, the tensing of your back muscles under his fingertips, your praises. Taehyung has never felt that overtaken by the sensations before. He wants to cry and sob and pull you closer. And he does. He pulls you closer, sobbing your name into your shoulder as the new closeness forces you to cage in his head between your arm and head. Your hips falter and lose their rhythm. Taehyung makes up for it instantly, chasing you with needy rolls of his hips and his arms cradling you against his chest.

You chuckle and moan, moving your head so your nose was buried in his hair. You can’t move a lot, but you don’t mind. Being hugged by Taehyung as he chases the pleasure you give him is the best feeling ever. Taehyung’s needy squirming also manages to move the strap enough that your clit gets stimulated in the same needy rhythm and goddamn this feels heaven.

“Feels so fucking good”, you groan, “Tae, holy fuck, this is so good.”

Taehyung answers you in little whimpers and desperate mewls, hugging you closer. He uses just enough of his true strength on you that you know for a fact that he is losing himself in the sensations. Good, honest sex does that him. You realised that much. He may be a master of control on most nights and he may be hiding his nature from you most of the times, but there are those rare, intense moments where his reality shines through and you bask in them like an addict. You close your arm around his head and nuzzle into his hair deeper. It smells like warmth and his lavender shampoo.

“My good boy. My pretty, pretty good boy”, you rasp, making him shake.

“You’re making me climax”, Taehyung whimpers, “I can’t, can’t hold it much longer.”

“You can’t?”

“N-no. Feels so good.”

“It does. It fucking does. My good boy”, you pant, twisting his hair gently.

“Now please”, he begs, spilling desperate tears.

“Be a good boy for me. There we go. Such a good boy, you’re such a good boy”, you rasp.

Taehyung sobs your name and throws his head back as best as possible, chasing his high with deep rolls of his hips. “ah, a-ah”, he keens, scratching down your back in a desperate attempt not to lose himself completely.

“Good boy, my pretty good boy. Yes Tae, yes cum for me”, you praise him, feeling him shake and tremble. You try to help him, moving your hips as best as the position allows you to. His cock throbs against you, covering your tummies in his high. He is so tight around your strap, making moving almost impossible. But you keep moving, giving him a toe curling high. The kind which will stay in his mind for years to come.

Three deep strokes and then Taehyung begins fleeing you, despite his vigorous shaking before. He drops his arms from you, gripping the chaise lounge instead. Then he arches his back, squirming desperately.

“Stop, please too much”, he begs, “please too much.”

You chase him, forcing a throaty laugh out of him, “please, darling”, he begs, wiggling up the cushion until his head tangles over the edge again, “please slow, please.”

“Sorry”, you slow down, “I just wanted to see how you’d react.”

Taehyung laughs, raven hair messy and damp from the deep fuck.

“You are so cruel”, he whines, “I’m too sensitive.”

“Yeah?” you try chasing him again. One careful thrust and Taehyung squeezes his thighs together, whining your name. You chuckle, “sorry, I’ll stop. God, you are cute.”

You pull out of him, watching his hole push out the lube. It looks so wet and soft. You reach out and touch it, eliciting a gasp from him.

“Darling please”, he begs, holding your wrist, “I’m too sensitive.”

You snicker, “I can feel that”, you tease, massaging his sensitive rim.

“Please, mercy”, he begs, giggling loudly and with sparkly eyes.

“I just”, you clear your terribly dry throat, “you are so sexy, Tae”, you whisper, tracing his rim. You made it feel like that. You did that to him.

“___”, Taehyung says and laughs, running his own hands to his thighs. He grabs them right next to his cock, squeezing them tightly all while he opens his legs further, “why do you want to torture me?”

“Sorry”, you whisper, pulling back. You just did that. You fucked Taehyung’s ass. You actually made him cum around your strap. The realisation is leaving you dizzy. “I think I’m too horny for my own good.”

Taehyung lifts his head, “did you climax as well?” he asks you.

You shake your head, making Taehyung gasp.

“Why didn’t you say so? Shall I take care of it?”

“I mean….”, you say, rubbing your legs together.

Taehyung sits up with a groan, blinking slowly to get rid of the dizziness in his head.

“Don’t you want to rest a little?” you ask him, touching his chest in case he needs the support.

He shakes his head, “I can’t rest before I know that you are satisfied as well. Please get on your knees.”

You follow, lifting yourself onto your knees so you were kneeling in front of him on the chaise lounge. Taehyung shimmies closer and reaches behind you to open the clasp in the back. He gazes up at you as he does, eyes glassy from his intense high. The harness leaves your body and gets discarded on the floor for now.

Taehyung looks at your core, hands running up and down your buttocks gently.

“You are so beautiful”, he whispers, dropping down onto the chaise lounge and pulling you right with him. Right atop his face.

“Oh! Oh?!” you startle, trying to flee at first until you realise what he was doing. You let him pull you close, hand gripping the edge of the backrest for support.

Taehyung welcomes you with a stuck out tongue, moaning deeply the second your wet pussy connects with him.

“Tae fuck”, you press out in a whisper, letting your head tangle to the front as your every strength leaves you.

You are not going to last long. That much is sure. Fucking Taehyung with such honest and deep intensity brought you to the brink. Only a few more strokes and you probably would have followed him into sweet demise. So to have him run his skilled tongue over your pussy is almost too much. You are close and you are loving it.

“Oh god, it’s so good”, you choke out, twisting a bundle of his hair, “Taehyung….”

Taehyung growls deeply, eyes gazing up at you. You are covering his entire lower face and he loves it, slurping up your taste with hungry desperation. His big hands are on your hips, massaging you deeply. He sucks your clit between his lips.

“Ah”, you let out, mouth falling open and chest lifting as you inhale only to hold your breath. The sensation is too good. You curl your toes, digging your nails into the fabric of the backrest.

Taehyung purrs and sucks again, watching in bliss as you sink into yourself. You grow heavier on his face and Taehyung fucking loves it. He supports you with no struggle, flicking his tongue over your clit quickly with the help of his powers. Quick and fast and oh so sloppy.

You shake, moaning his name loudly. Good. Taehyung wants you to shake. You deserve to shake after how you made him feel. He wants you to feel as ethereal as you made him feel. Maybe even better.

“Now”, you squeak, “Tae now.”

Taehyung doesn’t slow down, growling hungrily as his tongue keeps moving quickly.

You break a second later, convulsing in his strong hold and gasping his name. You wanted to say more, praise him and call him your good boy, but you can’t. Taehyung is making you feel completely and utterly dumb in your high and all you can do is shake and tremble.

This feels so fucking good. You forgot how good orgasms feel. How were you able to miss out on them for ten weeks? This is better than anything.

The shaking stops too soon for your taste. Way too soon. You feel fulfilled and yet desperate for more. You lift yourself. You have no idea why you did that, but you did. You dumb woman lift yourself off of Taehyung’s face, thinking that this was it.

Taehyung lets you know that it very much wasn’t. With the help of his powers he has you pinned against the chaise lounge within seconds, keeping a safe hold on you as he forces your legs open with the help of his strong thighs. He buries two of his long fingers in your pussy, pressing his thumb against your swollen clit.

“Ah!” you yelp, eyes widening comically big and lips opening repeatedly as you gasp for air. He pins you down with his weight, keeping you hostage with his burning gaze. His long fingers move right against your g-spot, his thumb makes sure your clit stays as sensitive as possible. The deepest fire spreads through your limbs. Every inch of your middle feels electric.

“Holy fuck”, you gasp, “holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fu- ah!”

Taehyung growls throatily, parting his lips in synch with yours. His lids grow heavy in arousal, barely showing off his ruby eyes. He doesn’t need to say anything. Sounds are enough to let you know that he is feeling just as charged as you do. Which is impossible, because you feel like fucking exploding. You are so sensitive. Stuffed by his fingers and tortured with the best overstimulation after weeks of not knowing how pleasure feels.

Tears leave your eyes and roll down your face, you try to both moan and gasp for air, resulting in the most honest sounds of pleasure you made in a long time.

Taehyung answers you in a deep growl, fingers speeding up to the kind of level which results in you kicking the cushions and arching your back.

“Ah!” you wail, “ah Tae!”

“Climax for me”, he rasps in the deepest voice, forcing you over the edge with a curl of his fingers.

It starts in the deepest parts of your pussy, spreading to your clit and taking the rest of your body by surprise.

“Tae! Oh god Tae! Ah!”

Taehyung keeps moving through your high, ruining you to the point of having to squirt all over his long fingers. He growls deeply as that happens, basking in the burn of your nails as you clasp his arms in panicked desperation. And he keeps moving. Keeps on fucking his fingers into you quickly and deeply, keeps on rubbing your clit, keeps on massaging your g-spot even if that makes the biggest mess between your legs. Because if there is one thing he is good at, it is fingering you so fucking good you feel as if he drilled you with his cock. You are so goddamn perfect when you climax like that. When you squirt until you physically can’t anymore, resulting in you flinching and twitching in his strong arms.

Taehyung pulls his fingers free, allowing the last droplets of your pleasure to drip out of you now that he isn’t plugging you up anymore. He rests his hand on your pussy gently, caressing her with slow movements up and down. The warmth that leaves behind makes you feel just as dizzy as your high does.

You aren’t really present for the next moments, trying to find your way back to him after he ruined you so abysmally. Taehyung kisses every inch of your face as he waits for you to return to him.

Once you do, he is gazing at you with the most beautiful smile ever. You retort it, cupping his face with shaking hands.

“You are incredible”, you whisper, “holy moly, Tae.”

He chuckles softly, flustering cutely.

“I literally feel dizzy.”

“Me too”, he says, letting you pull him closer until you kiss.

Sweetly and slowly. You are both too ruined to kiss any other way. And sadly also way out of breath as seconds later the kiss breaks again.

“You seriously ruined me. I don’t think I can be normal again.”

Taehyung giggles, “me neither. The way you moved your hips will haunt me.”

You chuckle, “so I did well for my first time?”

“You did incredible. You were amazing.”

It is your turn to fluster. Taehyung brushes his thumb over your cheek. Your skin glows so prettily after good sex, he is so fucking obsessed with the view.

“Shall we take a bath together to relax?” he suggests.

“I would love that, my darling”, you say, nodding your head enthusiastically.

“Me too, oh darling”, Taehyung smiles.

Moments later you are sharing a bath, sitting face to face and with your limbs entangled. Candlelight is filling the room, the scent of honey tickles your nose and slow jazz music keeps you company. You are caressing Taehyung’s back and he does the same to you, eyes racing between yours.

“I think we are different than we were when we met”, he whispers into the silence.

“I think so too. We’re different.”

“I don’t think we’ll ever have the same relationship again.”

You look at him in slight confusion.

“Too much happened. Too many moments of doubt and betrayal and hurt. I don’t think that we can ever go back to the way we were”, he explains himself.

“I don’t understand. Are you breaking up with me?”

“On the contrary. I just…want us to be better from now on. More honest. When was the last time we sat down and talked about us? Did we ever?”

You shake your head, “I don’t know if we ever did, actually”, you confess.

“I can’t remember either. I am so terrible at being honest with how I truly feel. When it comes to true honesty, I struggle a lot, so I tend to avoid deeply emotional conversations.”

“I think you’re pretty good at it. I suck at it more than you do.”

Taehyung chuckles, as do you.

“So tell me, Tae. Be honest.”

“I don’t know. When I look at you these days I see someone different. You are better, but still so different. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I fled that night.”

“What night are you talking about?”

“The night Namjoon forced me to hunt you down. Had I been one second faster, our lives could look so much different now. I wonder if we would still be together or if we would already be broken up. Would we have ever found Jimin? Would he have even died in the first place? Would you have ever fallen in love with Yoongi?”

You furrow your brows.

“I keep wondering if the universe would have still found a way to bring the two of you together”, he smiles, “I think he changed you the most out of all of us. I think if we hadn’t went through everything we did, I would have hurt you in the long run. But Yoongi helped you be better.”

You lower your eyes shyly.

“I really hated that you were with him”. Taehyung confesses, making you look at him in shock, “for the longest time I really hated that you were with him and I was angry at you for falling in love with him. But I see it now. You love him as I love Jimin and it doesn’t mean that you love me less, because I don’t love you less either despite Jimin.”

You smile.

“I don’t hate it anymore. I’m happy that you found each other. I really am.”

“I’m happy too. So happy. I seriously haven’t ever been as happy in my life as I am ever since I’m with you guys.”

Taehyung smiles.

“And I’m happy for you too. I didn’t like Jimin at first and I wanted him gone because of how he treated you. But I understand these days that he is traumatised and that he just needed a push into the right direction. Kindness isn’t easy for him because it hurt him in the past.”

Taehyung nods hid head.

“I like Jimin these days. He is a great friend and makes you happy. I want you to be happy, Tae.”

“I am. I am happy. I really am.”

“Good. I hope you always will be.”

“I wish the same for you.”

Your eyes race between each other. The air is heavy in emotion. Your hearts beat in sync. Deep understanding lies between you and him. Your relationship as it was has long ended, but this wasn’t the end.

Taehyung reaches for your face. Water leaves your skin wet, but you don’t mind.

“We can’t go back to how we were, can we?” he asks, intertwining his fingers with you.

“No, we can’t.”

“We have other people now. We don’t love solely each other, but we love more people. Back then we were so naive and stupidly attracted to each other, but we aren’t anymore.”

“That’s not true. I’m still stupidly attracted to you.”

“I feel the same. I just meant that our attraction is different these days. We went through shit together. We saw each other at our worst. Hurt each other. Apologised. Our attraction isn’t based solely on physicality anymore, it’s based on our shared story.”

You smile.

“I like that. It means that it’s real.”

Taehyung smiles.

“Yes. It means that it is real. And that it will withstand even the worst.”

“Only to come out stronger in the end.”

He squeezes your cheeks gently. You squeeze his waist right back.

“I want to be with you for life and I don’t know if I can go back to how we were. I want us to be deeper than we were back then. I want us to know that times will get hard, but we will always have each other. I want us to know that even if we spend some time apart and see other people, our love won’t grow less because of it.”

“I want the same, Tae. I want us to be deeper and more real.”

He lifts your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

“I truly love you, ___. Most ardently and with my entire heart.”

“I love you too, Taehyung. Greatly and deeply.”

“So let’s end this. Let’s end this to finally begin again.”

You smile, “yes, let’s end this to finally begin again.”

“It’s over.”

You draw closer, holding hands while your eyes lose themselves in each other.

“___, do you want to be my forever family?”

“Yes, Taehyung. I do. I fucking do.”

Taehyung laughs and places his hand on the nape of your neck. You laugh, closing your eyes as he pulls you into a kiss. Deep and full of love. You did it. You left the past and finally live in the present, holding each other close on your journey into a sweet future. Nothing can stop you now.

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Stray Kids Reaction | You Become Distant

Pairing: Stray Kids Members x Reader

Requested by anon: Hi!! I was wondering if I could request something for stray kids where the reader starts getting distant because they feel that they are being a burden. (I think you did something similar with 2pm)

Genre: angst

A/n: first regular post of the year! so great to be back!

Bang Chan:

Chris notices immediately when you become distant

He also doesn’t waste any time in approaching you about it

Upon hearing your worries that you’re afraid that you’re being a burden to him, he stops you immediately

He wants to know if he said or did something to make you think that or if someone else said something to make you think that

If he said/did something, he’s quick to fix and apologize for it

If it was someone else, he’s quick to shut down those thoughts with words of affirmation

“You could never and will never be a burden to me.”

Lee Know:

Much like Bang Chan, Minho also notices quickly, but he doesn’t say anything thinking you just needed some time to yourself

However, he’s also quick to notice that that is not the case

At first he doesn’t ask and opts to just tell you how much he values you and your relationship for a few days

And then he asks

When he hears that you feel like a burden to him, he swears his heart breaks into a million pieces

He listens to all of your worries and does his best to express that you are not a burden

“We lean on one another. If you can only give 30% one day, it’s my job to give 70%. You aren’t a burden.”

Changbin:

Another rather sentimental one

He notices and wastes no time in wanting to get to the root of your growing distance

He tackles each fear of burden with affirmations that you are no such thing

I can see some some tears spilling his part especially as the conversation progresses and you both get more and more emotional

He’s not afraid to cry in front of you during this time, needing you to understand just how much you mean to him

How much all of you means to him

“When I said I wanted you, I meant all of you. You may think these things are burdens but to me they’re extensions of you that I will never be able to get enough off.”

Hyunjin:

I find myself believing that Hyunjin might dance around the issue trying to figure out why you’re being so distant

It may feel like he’s walking on eggshells as he’s trying to figure out what’s wrong

But once he realizes that that isn’t getting him anywhere or he starts getting an inkling of what’s wrong he immediately brings up the issue needing to understand from you

As much as he avoided the issue at the start, he now sees that the only way to solve it is to directly address and talk about it

He listens patiently and allows you to go at your own pace and share what you feel is enough without pressuring you

But he expects you to do the same as he breakdown the thoughts of you being a burden

“I should’ve brought this up sooner rather than dancing around the issue. You are not and will not be a burden ever. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Han:

Jisung might actually give you some time once he notices that you’re distancing yourself

He might see this action as you simply wanting some time to yourself and just didn’t know how to bring it up or say anything about it

He does dance around the issue when he realizes something else is up before shyly approaching you about it

This will be a mixture of calm and collected as well as emotional and heated

He wants so badly to reassure you that you aren’t a burden but is genuinely upset that you would even think you’re a burden to begin with

It takes a hot minute and the two of you will more than likely get heated and argue, but at the end of the day you both come through

“You’re no burden to me. We share the weight we carry with one another. Let’s continue to support one another.”

Felix:

I think Felix is another sentimental one, but he forces himself to address the issue as soon as it becomes a clear problem

He’ll give you some time, but once he notices something out of the ordinary, which is very quickly, he tackles it head on

He’s good at communication, listening and responding accordingly to everything

The two of you are able to come to terms with one another fairly quickly

And you both come up with a plan on how to handle future situations similar to this one

“We need to be open to one another about these things. I know that you will never be a burden to me and I need you to know that too.”

Seungmin:

Very shy and hesitant on how to approach the issue at hand

Seungmin doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it

Nor does he want to accidentally start a big misunderstanding

So he starts with the typical ‘everything all right?’ card

When you response indicates otherwise, he asks about it directly

Listening to everything you’ve been harboring on your own

And it breaks him to think that you thought you were a burden

“You aren’t a burden. And I’m so sorry if I made you feel that way, but you aren’t. I love you with all my might.”

I.N:

Also very shy and quiet about the issue

Jeongin doesn’t want to bring it up afraid to upset you further, but he knows he has to

It’s a struggle to bring it up, there’s no denying that as he stumbles over words

And you stop him by just saying that you’ve become distant afraid that you’re a burden to him

Many things had been going through his mind about what could possible be wrong, but that was not one of them

And it breaks his heart to fathom that he could’ve done something to even convey that message

“I never meant to make you feel that way. You’re not a burden. I promise you’re not.”

#kpop #kpop reactions #kpop masterlist #stray kids #stray kids masterlist #stray kids reactions #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n

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Meaningless Suffering ≠ Consequences: An SPOP Rant Analysis

so one huge argument i've seen from SPOP fans, when it comes to Catra's redemption is that “she got tortured and mind controlled by Horde Prime. she almost died at his hands. therefore, she faced the consequences of her actions.”

now.. could this be considered a consequence of her actions? the important question here is: why did Catra get punished by Prime? for going against his rules and freeing Glimmer. she got punished for doing one good thing. this was the consequence of her doing something right. if anything, she would be more discouraged to do good in the future, because the first time she does something good, she almost gets murdered for it.

but i digress. i've seen this trope be used with quite a few characters in media. the other example of this i want to talk about is Marcy from Amphibia. (spoilers for Amphibia below)

in the s2 finale, Marcy is revealed to have stranded her friends Anne and Sasha on Amphibia on purpose, because she didn't want to be alone. while this wasn't as bad as any of the shit that Catra pulled, it was still a fucked up thing to do. Marcy deliberately took Anne and Sasha away from their home and their parents, for her own selfish reasons.

like Catra, Marcy also has abandonment issues. her parents had informed her that they had to move and Marcy was terrified at the idea of having to leave Anne and Sasha behind. but that was still not an excuse for what she did.

not long after her secret was exposed, Marcy gets stabbed by King Andrias while trying to escape Amphibia. she doesn't die, of course, it's still a kid's show.

but to make things worse, she gets possessed by the Core later on, which is shown to be an extremely painful and traumatizing process (which they barely touch upon later). and then they show in a flashback that Anne and Sasha used to ignore Marcy and make her feel lonely, when this was not touched upon earlier in the series. in fact, Anne was shown to be very caring and attentive to Marcy up until this episode.

at this point, it's clear that the writers are trying to make the viewers feel sorry for Marcy. if they keep adding reasons why she's so miserable and traumatized, maybe the viewers would forget what she did to Anne and Sasha. right?

there is a small scene in s3 where Sasha questions why she should forgive Marcy, but it is quickly fixed by Anne telling Sasha that she should forgive Marcy. there's also a moment of realization for Marcy but even that is done in such a cliché and lighthearted manner, where the severity of her actions aren't addressed. and that's it. Marcy is rescued, she apologizes, and is immediately forgiven.

but then again, like SPOP, the last season of Amphibia was trashfire. i refuse to believe that people genuinely liked that season, it was so badly written and ruined everything that was set up prior to it.

anyway, let's come back to SPOP. it's clear that the writers of SPOP were also trying to do the same thing. put poor catgirl through the wringer, have her almost die and come back to life and voila! she is absolved of all her crimes.

for those of you who are still not convinced, let me try to make a real world comparison. let's just say i'm someone who bullies or abuses people. one day while getting home from school/work, i get hit by a car. i get grievously injured and go through a lot of pain. heck, maybe it even leaves some kind of permanent disability or injury.

is that a punishment for my actions? you can call it karma, but let's be real, karma doesn't exist. it's just a coincidence. and you bet i'm not going to wake up in the hospital thinking “this must be my punishment for abusing people”. if i really am an abuser who has no remorse for my actions, a random accident isn't going to change my mind.

and that's what happened with Catra too. she didn't consider Horde Prime's torture as a consequence of her actions. if anything, she used that as an excuse to mistreat Adora and the others even more. it's clear that she pitied herself for what happened. and everyone else pitied her, including the audience.

imagine if the good redemption arcs were written this way. imagine if, instead of working through his issues and facing actual consequences of his actions, Zuko was just tortured and traumatized even more by Ozai, and the Gaang just forgave him because they felt bad for him. yeah, people wouldn't be praising his arc anymore. or they would, who knows. i know i wouldn't be praising his arc.

because this is not the way to redeem a villain. the only way to redeem a villain is to have them face consequences of their actions and work for forgiveness. to show them consistently trying to make up for what they did and trying to be a better person, not because they want to be forgiven or accepted by the heroes, but because it's the right thing to do.

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What do you think about the whole Mike was only so protective of Will in S2 because El was gone thing? Do you think he’s going to ignore Will again in S5 and be super focused on El? I’ve seen recent discourse about this and it’s making me sad.

Anon, full disclosure I haven't seen this discourse recently. But I'm gonna take your word for it and tell you what I think. This is gonna be kinda long because I am incapable of being normal.

I think anyone who thinks that this is the case has a very very poor understanding of Mike. And also a poor understanding of literally the entirety of s2 and s4.

Mike cares about Will, and he cares about El. It's possible for him to care about both of them at the same time. The only reason he has a hard time balancing his relationship with both of them is because he's denying the true nature of his feelings for both of them. With El, he's trying to convince himself that his platonic feelings are romantic. With Will, he's trying to convince himself that his romantic feelings are platonic. It is my belief that he is fully aware of his romantic feelings for Will, and his lack thereof for El. But being aware of something and accepting something are two different things. However, by the end of s4 I think it's clear he's headed in the direction of acceptance.

So, about s2:

Mike is protective of Will because he's protective of Will. Simple as that. His fierce protectiveness of Will is established in s1.

We see it when Hopper is first questioning the boys about the last time they saw Will. Mike is insistent that he wants to be there. He doesn't just wanna help by answering questions, he wants to be out there actively searching.

We see it when he defends Will against the comments Nancy and Ted make about him at the dinner table. "All because Mike's friend got lost in the woods" "oh so this is Will's fault?" // "See what happens?" "What happens when what?"

We see it when he is the one to plan to go out to where Will's bike was found and search the woods.

We see it when he confronts Troy after the assembly and pushes him down

Mike being protective of Will in s2 is just a continuation of an already established trait. We just didn't see it in the same way in s1 because Will wasn't there. In s1 it was almost like Mike was being protective of an idea, but in s2 he's being protective of a real and tangible thing. He's not just protecting the belief and hope that Will is still out there, he's protecting WILL.

And that isn't because El is gone, his protectiveness of Will persisted throughout s1. El was there and he was still protective of Will. So El's absence cannot be a cause of his protectiveness of Will. However, the intensity of it was likely influenced by the events of the previous year, which would include watching El "die". But his behavior regarding Will definitely has more to do with what happened to Will than with what happened to El.

I think that if El was present in s2, he still would've been just as protective of Will. Because that's just who he is.

Now, about s5:

He's not going to ignore Will in favor of El. Anyone who thinks that definitely just blatantly ignored his entire s4 arc.

I mean, Mike and Will's s4 arcs were almost entirely dedicated to fixing the damage that s3 did to their relationship. Mike apologizes to Will for how he acted since he got to Lenora, but there's also a sense that he's apologizing for more than that. He says "this last year". He's not mentioning anything specific, but we know what happened. Will knows what happened. And although it still should be, and likely will be, explicitly addressed, this is a start.

I kinda think that the "cool" "cool" scene is when Mike starts to prove to the audience that he's worth Will's love. Because if s3 didn't happen, I don't think there would be doubts. If s2 Mike was also s3 Mike, I don't think anyone would be saying "Will deserves better". But s3 did happen. I love Mike, but he did mess up. He did treat Will like shit. And that should be acknowledged by the characters and by the plot. So when Mike apologizes for his behavior, and subtly addresses s3, and then Will decides that it's worth it to bring his painting - which is a declaration of love - it's a confirmation that this was a turning point for Mike. This isn't a fluke. Mike wants to be better, and he's trying to be better, and that's going to continue for the rest of the season, and it will carry into s5. This conversation, which marks a real change for Mike, includes the line "I have no idea what's gonna happen next. But whatever it is, I think it'll be easier if we're together. A team. Friends. Best friends." And then Will makes the decision to bring what is a plot device for byler's development specifically. Like it's pretty clear what behavior the plot is rewarding.

"I think maybe I was worrying too much about El... And I don't know maybe I feel like I lost you or something" is worth mentioning here because not only is this Mike explicitly stating that his s3 behavior was a deviation from the norm for him, but also the plot rewards this confession. It rewards Mike's vulnerability (although tentative) in this moment. Mike's vulnerability is returned tenfold in the van scene. And since we know Mike's vulnerability was rewarded, it only makes sense for the same to be true for Will's. The painting is the catalyst, Will's vulnerability (although veiled) has to be rewarded by the plot.

And then again, in their last scene together, Mike reaffirms that they're a team. Yeah, you can say that when he says "we will" he's referring to everyone involved. But he says this while firmly grasping Will's shoulder. He wants Will to know he's here, and he's not going anywhere. Yes, it's about everyone, but underneath that there's a sort of desperation for Will to believe him. He's determined to live up to what he said in Dear Billy. He wants them to be a team. So when he says "we" he means everyone involved, but there's an unspoken "you and me".

AND THEN AGAIN, in the final shot, they're together. But more than that, Mike makes a CHOICE to stay by Will's side. He's there because he wants to be with Will. Nothing is stopping him from walking to stand by El's side. But he doesn't do that. He stays with Will because he told Will they were a team and he meant it. I could go on and on about what this means from a storytelling perspective. About how there is obvious thought put into using this to tell the audience what to expect. But from a character perspective, thinking of Mike as a real human with his own thoughts and motivations, it's clear what he's thinking in this moment. They're facing something terrifying, and he knows exactly where he wants to be while he faces it, and that's by Will's side. This scene is undoubtedly foreshadowing for s5, and it's very reasonable to conclude that it means his priority will be Will.

TL;DR Mike was protective of Will in s2 because that's just what is natural for him. And his priority in s5 is going to be Will, because that's what s4 very deliberately set up.

#this is a very summarized version of my thoughts on this specific topic #i meant it when i said i am incapable of being normal #i really could go on and on and on #but i wont #byler #byler endgame #mike wheeler #will byers

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You don’t know who your dealing with (r.c.)

A/n: a little something I’ve been working now, hope you like it 😉

Summary: your parents got a job promotion and you had to move to outerbanks. You were invited to a party and ended up having a hook up with the host not knowing that it would turn into an obsession.

“Already making friends so fast” your mom questioned from the stove where she was making dinner. “Just this girl I met at the beach today. She seemed nice, said her brother was throwing a party and I should come and meet some of her friends” you said trying not to sound too excited. Your parents knew how hard this move has been for you, leaving your old life behind and starting completely over at your age was hard. “Well have fun. And don’t drink too much” your dad said looking up from his newspaper as you waved at them both and walked out the door getting in your car and driving to the address Sarah sent you. “Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it. Come meet some people” she said as you fixed your skirt feeling a little nervous. “This is John B, JJ, pope, and that’s Kiara” she said introducing you to the group sitting in the living room sipping on their drinks. You took a seat next to JJ and he handed you a beer. “Thanks” you said giving him a weak smile. “So what brings a pretty girl like you to obx” JJ questioned. “My parents got a job promotion and we had to move” you said. The rest of the night was filled with conversation has you got to know the group better, you didn’t drink more than the one beer JJ gave you since you still had to drive back home. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom” you said standing up and making your way through the gigantic house. You pushed your way through the crowd and someone shoved you from the back causing you to run into a girl and making her spill her drink all over herself. “What the fuck!” She exclaimed looking down at her ruined outfit. “Im so sorry, it was accident” you apologized. “You ruined my favorite shirt bitch” she said coming into your face. “I said it was an accident, someone pushed me into you im sorry” you snapped back at her. “What’s going on here?” A deep voice said behind you “rafe. This slut spilled her drink on me” the annoying blonde said. “What-” You started to explain yourself but were interrupted by the boy. “I think you should apologize” he said staring between you two. “I already did” you said. “Not you, you” he said pointing to the the blonde. “What? I didn’t do anything” she said annoyed. “I saw what happened Susie, don’t be a cunt. Apologize or leave” he said coming to stand by your side and wrapping his hand around your waist. “Whatever” she said rolling her eyes and pushing past you two. “I’m Rafe. You look new” he said smiling down at you. “I just moved here. Y/n” you said taking a step back, a little uncomfortable from how close he was to you. “You want a drink?” He said raising a brow as he clearly checked you out. You scoffed at his eyes scanning your body “no thanks. Just looking for the bathroom” you said desperately looking around for Sarah. “I can show you” he said taking your hand in his and dragging you up the stairs into his room and locking the door. “You can use the one in my room” he said taking a seat on the bed as you looked at him with a puzzled look. “Wait your Sarah’s brother?” You said feeling a little bit as ease knowing how kind Sarah was, her brother wouldn’t be any different. He nodded at you as he pointed to the bathroom. Once you were done you came out to him still sitting on the bed. “Thanks. And thanks for defending me downstairs” you said taking a seat next to him on the bed. “No worries, Susie’s just a bitch” he said turning his head towards yours. You bit your lip as your eyes connected and he pressed his lips to yours. You froze for a second before kissing him back and he pulled you onto his lap. Your fingers ran through his hair tugging at it, causing him to grunt into your mouth. You pulled away to catch your breath and he took the opportunity to attach his lips to your neck, sucking at the skin and making you squeak out a moan. He smirked at your sounds and pulled away to look at you. “Why’d you stop” you said squirming as you felt your panties soak with your arousal. He chuckled darkly before speaking “trust me doll, if I fuck you tonight I’ll ruin you for good” you saw his eyes grow dark and your pussy clenched

“What if I want you to fuck me?” You said wrapping your hands around the back of his neck and grinding into his erection. “You don’t know who your dealing with y/n” he said gripping your ass and pulling at the exposed skin from your skirt being scrunched up. “Ah” you moaned. “Show me then” you said. He flipped you over so he was hovering over your body and immediately ripped your skirt off your body making you yelp from his harsh actions. You tried to speak but he rubbed your clit through your panties causing your body to go limp under him every thought washed out your mind. “You asked for this princess” he said pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the ground before positioning himself between your legs and pulling your panties down. He stuffed them into his pocket and positioned your legs on either side of his broad shoulders bringing his tongue down to lick between your folds. You jerked back from the feeling of his warm tongue embracing your juices. “Rafe” you exhaled his name as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He attached his lips around your clit and sucked like it was his only supply of oxygen. He devoured you perfectly. You tried to move your legs closed but his grip was to strong on them. “I’m gonna cum” you managed to get out before he pulled away making you whimper from the denied release. “I told you, you don’t know who your dealing with” he said before giving you your underwear back and grabbing his shirt and walking out the bedroom.

A/n: ah! I don’t know if I should make a part two to this or just leave it as is. Lmk what you guys think 😏

(Not proof read)

Part 2

#rafe cameron #outer banks #drew starkey #dark rafe cameron #outerbanks #smut #drewstarkey #drewstarkey smut #rafecameron #fanfic #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #rafe fluff

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loelysian · 1 year

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marmoris (chapter 4)

(n.) the shining surface of the ocean

chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

pairing: namor x reader

word count: 4.6k

summary: with war against the wakandans on the horizon, namor demands that you stay back in talokan for extra security but this is your home too. you want to fight for your people and that is exactly what you plan to do.

note: since this one shot was written by me, a jewish arab person, it is hinted that y/n is also from those cultures but if you are not, that is fine. in this chapter, though, y/n does speak some arabic but still, feel free to apply your own experiences to the scenarios i've written about. please keep in mind that i am not fluent in yucatec so i've used a translator for any scenes in talokan. if you find i've upset you or there is an error in regard to lore (i tried my best to recreate certain scenes from the movie but i've only seen it once). please comment and let me know so i can fix it and apologize. i do not mean to offend anybody. i hope you enjoy.

warnings: some references to ptsd (from the rescue in wakanda), y/n blaming herself for what happened to shuri and parental problems.

It seemed as though you couldn’t escape the familiar flashing red lights that beckoned the people of Talokan to the center of the city, reminding you of the very same noises that haunted you in your dreams, that reminded you of what occurred in Wakanda. It was a warning to them that something serious demanded their attention and that you and K’uk’ulkan would be there to deliver important news. You knew the Wakandans were coming and you knew how strong your people were—that they’d be able to defend themselves and hold their own in a fight, but you still worried.

Namor’s invasion was out of pure anger for what had occurred to both you and the guard that happened to be watching over Shuri and Riri, and while you knew it was bound to start a fight, you hadn’t expected a battle of this size to escalate as quickly as it did. Then again, the water-bomb that hit the palace directly struck the Queen and Riri and you were unsure whether or not they survived. Shuri, the princess, had also been missing when you checked the shipwreck and whenever you thought of her innocent smile, a pang of guilt thrummed in your chest. You couldn’t help but feel guilty—like you were to blame for everything that was going on around you. You wished you could take a moment to catch your breath, to analyze what was going on and make a better plan, but Namor had your hand in his, your fingers tangled together in a mess akin to something comforting and was swimming as fast as he could toward the throne. You could do nothing but follow as you bit your lip, hoping the world would freeze for a moment.

All you needed to do was catch your breath.

That didn’t happen.

Thrown against the propelling bubbles, your body was forced down, down, down until you were perched in your chair that rested beside Namor’s as he addressed Talokan. You didn’t dare move a muscle, your face a haunted calm you were sure frightened those who knew you best. The people of Talokan regarded you as a rather joyous person—you liked to make others laugh, but right now you felt as though you couldn’t. Stunted. Despite wanting everything around you to take a pause, you felt as though you were the one frozen, unable to move an inch. You felt scared, that much you could admit.

Your worst fears were becoming a reality and there was absolutely nothing you could do to prevent it from happening.

Namor tapped on the staff he held in his left hand twice which acted as a voice projection and cleared his throat, speaking loud and clear.

“Bey bey in hubieran u engañado (it seems as though i have been deceived).” Namor spoke calmly and you were reminded of how much he embodied a true leader, which he was, but if anything were to calm you down from your state of panic, it was sure to be him.

“Le wíiniko'obo' Wakanda secuestró a Reina, ba'ale' afortunadamente, páajchaj in taasik le tin wotoch (the people of wakanda kidnapped your queen, but thankfully, i was able to bring her home).” gasps filled the room and it brought you a sense of comfort knowing how much your people cared for you. As far as they were away, you had been injured during a routine hunting mission. Not kidnapped. Never kidnapped.

“U kaajil Wakanda k ts'o'ok pedido jump'éel k'atun. Taak u luchemos xu'ullsa'al leti'ob (the people of wakanda have called upon us for a war. they want us to fight them).” You watched as the crowd began to murmur to the people around them, eyeing Namor curiously as he spoke to them. Despite the emergency alarm system that had echoed throughout Talokan, the idea of war was almost foreign to them. There had been years upon years of peace. You could tell it worried them, but they masked brave faces for their ruler.

“Ba'ax a unirás tin wiknal utia'al tokik k wotoch (will you join me to defend our home)? he asked. Another moment of silence, albeit muffled as the crowd spoke to one another in hushed tones once more. Finally, they began chanting, eager to get out into the water to defend what they'd learned to call home—what had been their home for centuries. Despite your wish to stay frozen for a moment to catch your breath, you nodded to the crowd which only seemed to excite them more.

You dared a glance at your husband who wore a smile you hadn’t seen in weeks. Reflexively, you wanted to join him, but the reality of what was about to happen was floating over your head like a storm cloud on the brink of rainfall, pouring all over you. The bad news? You didn’t have an umbrella.

Sitting upon the throne now reminded you of many times prior when the two of you had news to present that wasn’t nearly as bad. A drastic turn for the worst? There was no way of knowing. You fought the urge to reach out and hold Namor’s hand, a grounding technique that helped calm you down from whatever you happened to be panicking over. When you’d lived on land, you remembered reading something about activating all of your senses in order to calm a panic attack. How touch, sight, your sense of smell and so many other factors that incorporated your body correlated with mental health. For you, the carpet on the floor of your mother’s bathroom was the perfect balance of soft yet scratchy that for a moment, it pulled you right out of your state of panic and had you focusing on something else entirely. Sometimes, you would braid the stringed ends as well and when you grew tired of that, you’d lay on the cold, tiled floor and stare up at the ceiling which had off-yellow water stains from the time your bath had overflowed without you knowing.

You still weren’t sure how that had happened.

Nowadays, since your mother’s carpet obviously wasn’t in your vicinity anymore, grabbing onto Namor’s hand did wonders for your state of mind. Usually, he would question why you were so upset—what had caused you to react the way you did, but he always made sure to wait until you were fully calmed down. He knew you liked your space, but he also knew that if you were to approach him with red-rimmed eyes and pursed lips, he’d place his hand on your thigh and let you intertwine your fingers together. He’d remind you to breathe, and he’d make you look at him to remind you that you were never going to be alone again—that he was and would always be there for you.

You had to admit it helped a lot.

On certain days when he wasn’t by your side, likely off assisting someone somewhere in Talokan since he was their ruler after all, you unclipped the bracelet that sat on your wrist most of the time and examined the beads, tracing them with the tip of your pointer finger as you watched them slide around on the string they’d been placed on so many years ago. Namor’s mother had been the one to create it and you were still so grateful he had trusted you with it, knowing how much it meant to him.

As a way to repay him, you’d given him your father’s ring, a token that reminded you of home and a childhood that would never be forgotten, and with your hand pressed against his lips, he promised he would never take it off.

Namor was excellent at keeping his word.

You’d given him the ring a year ago and there was never a time he didn’t have it on him.

Engraved on the ring was a saying that was of great importance to your family. You’d taught him what it meant one night when the two of you were unable to fall asleep.

During restless nights, Namor liked to sketch you anywhere he could. On the walls of your bedroom, on a scroll, on the ceiling—he was enthralled with you. With your beauty and the way you held yourself. You were captivating.

It was storming on the surface of the water and despite how far away you were from shore, you could feel the thunder vibrating within the walls of your room. Thunder had always been a fear of yours and despite being exhausted from everything you had done that day, you knew you weren’t getting any sleep so you watched as Namor began sketching on a blank space you had in the corner of your shared room.

Your father’s ring shone brightly from the light in your room and sparkled where it stood.

“ʿaāʾilatiī hiya quwatiī wa ḍaʿfiī (my family is my strength and my weakness).” you spoke, enunciating each word carefully. It had been nearly three years since you’d spoken those words aloud. Despite the familiarity of it, it still felt foreign to you. Like you were intruding on something that wasn’t any of your business. Like you’d said something you weren’t supposed to.

You had been so caught up in your own thoughts that you hadn’t noticed your husband by your side, a comforting hand resting on your knee as he asked if you were alright. He wore a calm expression letting you know it was okay, so you breathed out and shut your eyes.

“The ring. That’s what the ring says. I don’t know why I wasn’t ready to tell you. I guess the finality of it all stung. It reminds me of my father.” you spoke slowly, your voice shaky as you bit your lip.

When you’d agreed to join Namor and his people in Talokan as opposed to staying on land, you’d had to give up your parents. You knew it would hurt you—never seeing somebody you cared for tended to do that, but you hadn’t registered just how badly it would sting.

Your relationship with your parents had been rocky at best after you’d taken the apprenticeship in San Diego. They were against you living so far away from home, but after the blip, when you’d had the chance to connect with them once more—to truly speak with them, you were beginning to question whether or not you'd made the right decision. Your brain told you yes. It had been your dream since you were a child, after all, but they were your parents. They’d raised you—you loved them more than anything. That was why your heart had told you no.

None of that mattered anymore anyhow since you were living with Namor, but the less you thought about your father and mother, the less it hurt, so you tried to forget they ever existed.

Though, when you’d given Namor your father’s ring, the bitter bile in the back of your throat felt taunting. For a moment, you began to wonder if this was a huge mistake. There was no going back now, anyhow, so you blinked for a moment, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall and handed it to him, closing his palm so you wouldn’t have to see it.

He’d looked at you confusedly, the soft reminisce of a smile creasing his forehead but you shook your head and pressed his hand tighter, your way of silently telling him to take it—take the ring and wear it.

Namor did. As a way to honor you, he never took it off. In fact, he wore it proudly.

You weren’t sure why you always told him you’d tell him what the engravement on the ring meant another time, but you weren’t sure you’d be able to say it without crying so when you finally did, you were shocked the tears never came.

“The saying. It is beautiful.” he spoke, his lips brushing against your ear. Despite your best efforts, you found yourself shivering into his touch, a small smile forming on your face. It felt good. This felt good.

You were happy he’d appreciated what was on the ring—that he hadn’t asked for answers, waiting instead for your response and your response only.

“I understand why it was so hard for you to tell me and I appreciate that you could.” then he did the unexpected. He took the ring off of his finger and placed it onto yours. At your confused gesture, he leaned down and softly pressed his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, growing limp against his touch like you normally did when he finally separated to catch his breath. His eyes were so, so pretty. You cupped his cheek in yours and took a moment to stare at him—at your husband, admiring how lovely he looked, kissing the tip of his nose and finally, resting your head against his shoulder.

“This was a gift for you.” you said simply, holding your hand out in front of the both of you so you could admire your father’s ring.

“But I appreciate the way it makes you smile far more.” he rests his head atop yours and threads your fingers together.

“You would have loved my father.” you mumbled. While it still hurt to talk about, you felt you needed to. No more bottling things up.

“If he was anything like you, I’m sure I would.” he whispered against his hair.

“Sometimes I see him in my dreams. He looks youthful, leaning against my mother while they watch me swim in the ocean. I wish,” you cut yourself off. If you finished that sentence, you weren’t sure what might happen. It felt dangerous.

“I know you want to see him. I wish I could let that happen, but it is too much of a risk.” you shut your eyes, something deep in your chest aching. There was so much you wanted to say but you couldn’t muster enough strength to open your mouth.

You sat there for a long time remembering your childhood, everything you’d done with your father and that night, you dreamt of him.

It was chaos. Pure chaos as everyone raced to the armorer, gathering everything they could fit into their hands. In the midst of everything, you could hear the faint sound of children crying as everyone rushed, preparing themselves for the inevitable battle. The fish had warned Namor of the Wakandan ship that was toying in the water and despite wanting to believe they were using it for something else, you weren't naive. As queen, you couldn’t be.

Once you were back in your room, you took a moment to finally catch your breath, sliding down one of the walls and onto the floor, your knees pressed against your chest as you felt your emotions getting the better of you. There was a debate in your mind as you wanted nothing more than to join the fight—these were your people now too. You wanted to do everything you could to defend them from external threats. You had been training as well in case a moment like this were to arise, and seeing as it had, you knew what you had to do.

It took you a moment, but you mustered enough strength to pick yourself up and headed toward the armorer which was now barren, everyone having gathered in the center of Talokan to await orders from Namor. Inside the armorer was a secret compartment you were made privy to during your first tour—a place where a consorts armor was to be stored—kept hidden from the people of Talokan until K’uk’ulkan married. Now that he was, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the key to unlock said compartment and grabbed the colorful armor accompanied with a jeweled eye mask that reminded you of the bracelet that adorned your wrist. A quick glance over your shoulder let you know the coast was clear so you flung the armor over your shoulder and slipped out the same way you came in.

When you got back to your room, you were greeted with an anxious Namor pacing back and forth. He seemed to be deep in thought. You paused, wondering where you could quickly stow the armor so he wouldn’t notice it but you decided you’d just walk in when he turned toward you, his face full of exasperation. You watched as his eyes shifted toward the armor and back onto your face and did the best ‘I know you won’t agree with this but I’m doing it anyway’ face you could. His gaze stiffened. You could tell he had so much on his mind—so much he wanted to say.

“I can’t let you go,” was all that tumbled out. “If something were to happen to you,” his voice pulled on your heartstrings but this was something you had to do.

“Namor, my love, these are my people too. If Talokan falls then all of this,” you gestured at the intricately designed walls and glanced behind you at the open door, watching as Talokan’s rushed to the center of the city in clothing fit for battle. “Is for nothing.” it was a whisper and you wanted to bite your lip, a grounding technique you’d been doing since you were a small child, but you had to remain strong for the sake of yourself and for the sake of Namor.

“The people of Talokan need you. I need you.” and it was damning. His eyes were watering you could tell he wanted nothing more than to envelop you in a hug, pressing his head against yours as he held you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ears but there were more pressing matters at hand.

Your eyes met his and you held the armor in front of you, gazing at it. You had to admit it was beautiful like most things in Talokan were. That was why you had to go. That was why you had to fight. Even if you died trying. This was your home, too.

“You have to trust that I will be okay,” you reached you, then, the tips of your fingers ghosting against his as you whispered, “ʿaāʾilatiī hiya quwatiī wa ḍaʿfiī (my family is my strength and my weakness). Don’t let me be your weakness. Let me be your strength.” despite how close the two of you were, your voice was barely above a whisper as you stared into his eyes with intent. He was searching yours, trying to find something you knew was not there, so you took a step back, changing into the armor right in front of his eyes.

It fit on top of the clothes you were already wearing and it hugged your body well, snug in certain places but still yours. You were his consort. You were made to wear it.

Namor gazed at you in awe, starstruck. You could tell he was conflicted. How could you not?

“I’m doing this.” your voice was more firm, letting him know there was no room for bargaining.

“You must stick by my side the entire time. I cannot lose you.” was all he said before he intertwined his fingers with yours, swimming toward the center of Talokan.

War was near and you were ready to fight.

At Namor’s call, a school of orcas arrived right outside of Talokan, ready to carry everyone to the lone Wakandan ship that sat in the middle of the ocean. One of those orca’s happened to be yours—you recognized the fact that one of her flippers was smaller than the other and it brought a smile to your face knowing she was willing to help you once again. When the two of you had met, you’d named her Ara, which meant ‘to bring rain.’ You thought it was fitting since it had been pouring on the surface the day you’d learned to tame an orca.

Ara chirped in happiness, something relating to how happy she was to see you and you put a hesitant hand out, waiting for her to brush her nose against it. She did and chirped once more, repeating your name numerous times. After you’d taken the vibranium-infused liquid, you were able to understand all kinds of aquatic mammals.

“Hey girl,” you pet underneath her chest and much like a dog, she bumped her nose against your chest softly of course.

She chirped a warm hello your way and let numerous people hop onto her back, awaiting your command. You allowed yourself a glance over at Namor who was helping another group of people onto their orca. The two of you shared a soft smile before you mounted Ara and awaited Namor’s directions. Of course, all Ara could do was pay attention to you, her chirps almost distracting as she asked you about what you had been up to since the last time the two of you had spoken.

“I promise I’ll tell you after,” you whispered just as Namor spoke, his voice loud and clear.

“Tuláakal presten óolal! U'uyej ba'ax a arma ku ya'alik teech ka mantente enfocado. Ganaremos. Mantats' ku k meentik ti' le pasado. Talokan prevalecerá (everyone pay attention! listen to what your weapon tells you and stay focused. we will win. we always have in the past. talokan will prevail).” after he finished his speech, Namor lifted his staff in the air, the crowd cheering him on.

Once he was on his orca, he thrusted his staff forward and took off, Ara anxiously awaiting your orders.

“Go!” you shouted, smiling as she sped off into the deep blue sea.

It only took you a few moments to arrive and you had to admit you weren’t expecting the Wakandans to be so close. The shadow of their ship reflected off your body as you quickly tied your water-mask to the back of your head, instructing everyone on the back of your orca to do the same. You watched as Namor’s group jumped off their orca and swamped toward the surface but your eyes caught onto Namora who headed toward the propellers. She was likely going to stop the ship from moving, or sink it.

Namor had vanished as well, probably already fighting on the surface so you raised your voice, catching everyone’s attention.

“Tuméen in orden, mixba'al (on my command, swim up)!” you shouted, emitting nods from everyone who was still holding onto Ara.

You could hear the water-bombs firing off on the ship and the water grew shaky and uncertain as numerous bodies fell into the ocean. It reminded you of everything that had happened on Wakanda and you had to physically shake your head to stop the thoughts from affecting you.

“They probably need reinforcements,” you whispered to yourself. Everyone on Ara was anxiously waiting for the call and finally, you gave it to them.

“Báab (swim)!” everyone flew to the surface at once and the first thing you registered, like on Wakanda, were the screams.

You reminded yourself to stay focused. You’d get killed if you distracted yourself.

There were numerous Talokan’s using rope to pull themselves onto the ship but the Dora Milaje were one step ahead of your people, shimmying off the top of the boat to pluck everyone off one by one.

There also happened to be a flying suit in the air that reminded you of Iron Man but you ignored it, instead putting your focus on instructing everyone and fending off attackers that fell into the water.

You had a spear made of vibranium and luckily, hadn’t had to use it yet, but as more and more Wakandans fell into the water, you began to worry you were going to be outnumbered. With Namor nowhere in sight, you were technically in charge of the invasion and looked to find Attuma or Namora, his best trusted fighters to see what you were to do next, but they were either on the boat or gone. A sinking feeling in your gut settled in as you watched the battle go on knowing you should help—knowing you needed to assist them but you were frozen, your body unable to move from where it was floating on the surface.

A nudge against your legs pulled you out of your dangerous daze and reflexively, you pointed your spear toward what you thought had been an attacker though it was only Ara checking to make sure you were okay. She whined, worried you might have gotten hurt but you promised her you were fine and began swimming toward the boat, gripping onto the bottom of the rope. The Dora Milaje were nowhere in sight as your row pulled themselves up and onto the ship. Once you finally made it to the top, you were helped on board and everyone nodded in your direction as you tried to assess the damage. Namor was still nowhere in sight and the sun stung your back.

You tried looking for Okoye, but you noticed Nakia instead. She was busy taking care of about three people and the last thing you wanted to do was upset somebody with a weapon in their hands so you kept your distance, shouting for everyone around you to stand their ground. You outnumbered the Wakandans substantially but they put up a good fight—so did the Talokan’s though. They would do absolutely anything to defend their home.

Someone shouting Shuri caught your attention, though. You desperately searched the crowd for whose voice it belonged to but you came up short. You knew you’d heard it. That must mean she was alive, and if that was the case, maybe that was where Namor was.

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