#is this based on the fact that i hate the smell of roses

[joonberriess]

𓆩♡𓆪 “booty so big, lord have mercy,” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — creampies!! , protected and then unprotected sex, mean jk, smutty smut, based off of a ask, talks of pregnancy, pouty y/n bc she hates condoms, a little degradation, jk’s ass obsession plays a big part here !

It's soft and it jiggled. A lot.

Jungkook had this weird obsession with your tits sure, but your ass? That man worshipped it. You in general fit as his ideal type, he loved every single part of you. From your pretty little smile down to your soft plushy thighs.

If Jungkook had to name something he loved (body wise) it had to be both your ass and tits. You were so soft all over he couldn't resist himself. Whenever he'd come over after a long day in classes or at work the first thing he did was lay down and bury his face between those soft mounds of pure heaven.

An added bonus was the fact that you smelled like strawberries. As for your ass, now that was a whole different story.

He always had his hand resting on it, occasionally squeezing or slapping it for fun. He liked the way it jiggled a lot, especially when he fucked you. Whenever he fucked you from behind his eyes would drift down and watch as your cheeks clapped back against his pelvis. He loved it even more whenever he left handprints..

Jungkook knew he was lucky, and he was always smug about it whenever he heard other men complain about how you were taken already. He didn't have to lay his claim over you, one call of your name and you were running to him like a lovesick puppy. You losing interest? Not a chance.

You didn't seem to mind the obsession with your bottom, in fact you welcomed it! You always felt safe and sound in his arms, but him holding your ass cheek in his sleep? That was a win. You almost couldn't sleep if he didn't have his hand on you.

The same thing could be said about your tits. You loved having his marks all over and didn't seem to mind if he slept on them. One of your guilty pleasures you enjoyed was whenever he suckled on your nipple like a baby while he dozed off. It made you sleepy if anything.

Which leads you to your next point, the sex. Now, you both never used condoms or bothered with them because you were on birth control and so far nothing out of the ordinary happened. There was always that tiny percentage of pregnancy happening but you two just said fuck it.

It was highly risky given the amount of times Jungkook came in you. By some miracle from the Gods above somehow you still hadn't gotten pregnant. Jennie would nag about using protection and taking the extra measure to secure no pregnancy. You would whine to her that condoms didn't feel the same!

"But-but, Jennie!" You whine loudly, "I hate the rubber, I hate it, I hate it." You fuss angrily as you give her a little glare.

Jennie rose a brow, "Do you like babies y/n? Would you like to throw your twenties away for a brat?" She puts her hands on her hips disappointedly.

You stare at her with a sad look, "But my baby would be cute."

"And you look cuter without a child, your point?" She rolls her eyes, "You're barely even completing your second year of college you are not ready for a child."

"How about next year?" You tilt your head, giving her a ditzy smile.

Jennie sighs, "How 'bout no?" Your pout deepens and you turn away.

Needless to say you thought about it a lot, and while you did want a baby sometime and would be happy to be pregnant with Jungkook, Jennie was right. You needed to finish school first and start your career before settling down. Plus if you were pregnant that meant you couldn't go to parties with Jungkook anymore.

.... :(

You begrudgingly agreed to the condom idea, reciting in your head this was for your own good and his own good. You bring it up to him over dinner one night when he takes you out to get some late night food.

Jungkook was in the middle of grilling the meat when you spoke up, "Jennie said we should use condoms." You softly say as you watch him flip the meat to grill on the other side.

"Did she?" Jungkook says, not looking up from the task at hand, "And how do you feel about that?"

"I think we should.." You trail off, already grumpy and sour from thinking about having to use them, " 's to make sure I don't get pregnant."

Jungkook hums, "Okay." He says as he looks up at you, "If it's what you want we'll go get some after this."

You whine, "But-but," you pout sadly and give him puppy eyes, "you're not supposed to agree! I hate them."

"Baby," he laughs, "what do you mean? I don't think you know how it works, if you don't like something you have the ultimate say. I'm not going to get angry because you want to use protection." He says calmly whilst placing a few pieces of meat on your plate.

You begrudgingly glare at him, "I know.." You mumble softly and pick your chopsticks up, "I'll think about it, and when I feel ready can we stop?"

"I don't know baby, will we? Up to you." Jungkook says with a hum, "We'll do whatever you want."

The rest of dinner goes smoothly, he pays and drives you both to the nearest convenience store that's a block away from your apartment. "I'm going to get snacks." You smile giddily, already forgetting about what you two originally came for.

"Shit get me some starbursts or something." Jungkook calls out as you both split up to get your respective items.

You eagerly grab your beloved snacks, carrying a little basket around as you grab a cup of ice for a peach tea or something. Jungkook occasionally looks back at you but doesn't say anything when you push past him with a tiny "excuse me".

"Ready?" Jungkook grins, box of condoms already tossed into basket.

"Yeah." You mumble softly, snuggling into his side as you wait for the person in line to pay for their items.

Luckily the cashier doesn't care much about the condoms given that some have the tendency to be nosy and judgmental. You both pay for your items and head out to the car.

"Wait," you fuss over Jungkook and reach over to clean his cheek, "there."

He chuckles softly and starts the car, "You're cute." He sets his hand on your thigh like usual and gets going back to your apartment.

Jennie's car isn't in the parking lot lucky for you, you both head up and go right into your bedroom. "Hi Luna," you coo softly at your little bunny who's sitting in your bed thumping her little legs on the bed excitedly.

"I missed you too." You softly pout, leaning over the bed to caress her little head and smooch it. You don't bat an eye when Jungkook passes by and smacks your ass as he flops on the other side of the bed.

"You want one?" He offers, holding out the bag of candies you had picked out for him.

You shake your head and climb into bed with him, gently setting Luna on the floor as she hops away to her tiny home you have set up somewhere off next to your desk. "I wanna watch My Hero, the villain arc was pretty cool.." You mumbled softly and grabbed your remote.

Jungkook hums with a nod, not verbally replying as he's busy eating his candy. You manage to put the episode on and then turn to snuggle into his side, a leg tossed over his waist as you hug him. "Can I have one now?"

He tilts the bag towards you and you happily take a few to snack on while the episode starts. Jungkook gets comfy with you and wraps a arm around your waist, setting his hand flat against your ass, squeezing the cheek and rubbing his thumb against it.

You smile happily and snuggle close. Like every other night when you're with him Jungkook rubs his hand on your ass and occasionally squeezes it. He's touchy so you don't mind, but you know he's getting horny when he starts to lose all interest in the anime and starts kissing on your neck.

His lips press against your neck and sucks on a small patch of skin. His hand squeezes you tighter before trailing up to the curve of your waist, squeezing you there instead. You quietly sigh, eyes fluttering closed as you lean into his touch, "Jungkook," you whine.

Jungkook hums quietly, pulling away and going to another unmarked area on your neck to leave hickeys. His fingers press deeply on your hips as he noisily sucks on your neck. You can feel your pussy quiver and begin to grow wetter from his teasing.

"Turn over for me." Jungkook whispers against your neck, "Want to see that pretty ass baby."

You bite back a mewl and slowly turn over, raising your hips as you reach to yank your panties down. Jungkook easily helps you with that as he tears them down and tosses them into a random corner in your room. He lifts your hips up so your ass is in the air and your chest is on the bed.

"Damn," he mutters as he massages your soft cheek before suddenly bringing his hand down to smack it, watching it ripple in satisfaction. "So fucking sexy." He licks his lips.

A little groan escapes your lips as you turn to eye him with a pleading gaze. "Want it," you wiggle your ass side to side, "please?"

Jungkook smacks your ass one more time before he leans over to rummage through the bag of snacks, looking for the box of condoms. "Shit, give me a sec baby," he grunts as he finally finds the box and brings it out, tearing it open and tossing it somewhere as he brings the condom up to his mouth, tearing the foil.

You giggle quietly and lift yourself on your elbows, "You're so slowwww."

"Hush," Jungkook slips his sweats down to reveal his hard cock, "you're just a whiny little slut." He grins teasingly as he rolls the condom down on his cock.

You bite your lip in arousal from his words, pussy practically dripping. He taps the tip against your pussy, rubbing up and down your folds. You brace your hands on the bed in anticipation and look back at him, “Kook,” you plead softly.

Jungkook hums, “Stay still.” He reaches down with his free hand to steady you, cock against your hole before he presses in.

You inhale sharply, biting down on your lip as you suppress a quiet little moan. He fills you slowly, cock breaching your little pussy as you struggle to take him all in a smooth stride. His cock throbs a little and you’re angrily reminded of the stupid rubber in the way.

“I said to sit still,” Jungkook smacks your ass hard, “haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re cock drunk.” He gives a disappointed ‘tsk’ as he swats at your other ass cheek.

A loud cry escapes your lips and you deep your arch, hands fisting the sheets tightly. “B-But-But, I want it!” You angrily kick your feet, turning your head to shoot him a deep glare.

Jungkook grabs the back of your head and forces you back down, “And I said to wait.” He licks his lips, “Dumb little slut can’t even listen to simple instructions. Isn’t that right? ‘s long as you got a cock in you you’re happy aren’t you baby?” He coos.

You drool a little into the pillow and you find yourself pushing back against him despite the latter telling you not to. You force his cock deeper inside, ass flush to his hips as you wiggle around. Jungkook grunts in surprise as he manages to swat you once more before holding you still.

“Little brat.” He grunts, “You want my cock that badly? Was going to treat you like the princess you are,” he tuts as he then uses you for leverage, hips slamming into yours, “looks like that’s not happening.”

A loud cry bubbles out of your throat, you feel him start up a brutal pace. Right from the get-go the room is filled with wet smacks and loud thumping. He drives his cock into you, hitting those spots you love. It causes your pussy to grow wetter around him.

“Look at you,” he huffs out breathlessly, “always so good to me, taking me like a good girl.” He licks his lips and grabs both of your ass cheeks as he holds each cheek, “That’s right baby, throw it back for me.”

You whine loudly and brace your hands on the bed as you do your best to move back on him. Your ass jiggles in his hold as you manage to fuck yourself back on his cock. You set the pace, mewling and moaning in pleasure as he fills you over and over again.

“J-Jungkook..!” You gasp out, eyes teary and thighs shaky.

He hums lowly and smacks both of your cheeks, hips still as he watches you fuck yourself on his cock. There’s a audible squelching noises whenever you push back, a ring of creamy white forms around the base of his cock. He suddenly misses the feeling of you making a mess around him.

Jungkook slaps your ass harshly and pins you down, taking over once again as he slams his hips into yours. You cry out in pleasure and brace yourself against the headboard. Jungkook fucks you with all he’s got, like he’s taking his anger out on you or something.

“Fuck,” he moans out, “doing so good for me, wish I could fill your pretty pussy up.” His hips stutter at the mention of coming inside of you.

Your eyes water, vision blurred from the pleasure as you bite down on the pillow to muffle your moans. Jungkook moves his hands up to grip your waist, pounding you deeply as he aims his cock to hit your g-spot with every brush.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” He coos softly.

You nod rapidly and reach between your shaky thighs to rub your clit in fast circles. The pleasure spikes up drastically and Jungkook lets out a soft moan when your pussy tightens around his cock.

“So tight,” he whispers out as he rolls his hips faster and faster.

Your hips jolt, pushing back on his cock firmly as you suddenly cum. Your toes curl and you yelp loudly in pleasure, “Jungkook,” you gasp, “J-Jungkook..!” You whimper loudly.

“What is it baby?” He breathlessly asks.

“C-Cum,” you whimper loudly and squirm around, “want your cum in me.” You mewl.

Jungkook groans, “Fuck,” he wants to so badly but you had told him already, “wish I could baby.” He whispers, stomach coiling as he feels his cock twitch.

You turn to give him a teary puppy gaze, “Please,” you whisper back and reach behind you to part your cheeks for him, “want your cum in me, don’t care about the condom.”

He moans loudly and swiftly pulls out, yanking the condom off as he strokes his cock rapidly. “Fuck baby, hold yourself open for me.” His eyes focus on the way your small hands struggle to hold both of your cheeks apart for him.

Both of your holes were exposed for him, and it didn’t help that the fat of your ass spilled through your fingers. He threw his head back and suddenly pushed in, coming deep inside. “Fuck!”

You mewl happily and let your cheeks go, feeling them jiggle a little as you happily take all of his cum inside. “Mmmm,” you close your eyes and wiggle your hips side to side.

“So much for the condoms.” Jungkook murmured as he ran his palm over your ass slowly.

You smack your lips together sleepily and turn around to smile at him, “I hate them, can we never use them again?”

“Do you want to be my baby mama?” Jungkook smirks back at you.

“Hmmmm… maybe. Not yet.” You giggle loudly as he tackles you, planting face kisses all over you as the night goes on.

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[sunlightmurdock]

Dog Fight || Bradley Bradshaw x Reader (18+)

You fucked me so good I almost said, “I love you”

Prompt: You and Rooster had fling during your first time at top gun. It ended with you both swearing you never caught feelings and going zero contact. Now, when you’re both called back to Top Gun, you spend two weeks denying your feelings until they all come rushing to the surface.

Warnings: Blood (just a nosebleed, briefly mentioned), smut, unprotected sex, brief choking, soft dom rooster.

Reader’s callsign is Hyde (i.e jeckyll &)

…

“So, is no one else going to mention the burning sexual tension between Rooster and Hyde?”

You turn your head and stare through Hangman, hoping that this is enough to intimidate him into shutting his pretty-boy mouth. He grin widens the moment he realises he’s gotten under your skin.

It takes everything not to take the pen in your hand and launch it at his head.

It wouldn’t usually bother you. It’s just that it’s Rooster. Not only that, but it’s the fact that Rooster is sitting one row behind you — and he’s wearing the same goddamn cologne he wore back then, and you hate to admit that the scent of him still gets you a little bit excited.

You were talking to Coyote in the Hard Deck when you smelled it first. A soft white musk scent. You had known it was Rooster before you even turned around. Just one intake of that surprisingly soft, enthralling scent and suddenly you were back in the barracks of North Island’s base, his palm over your mouth and your knees over his shoulders.

“Leave ‘em alone, Rooster’s blushing.” Payback adds into the teasing. You turn, maybe a little too quickly, to check. Rooster’s hazel eyes meet yours and he’s blank-faced. Maybe there’s a little rose hue to his cheeks, but there always is.

“Come on, when are you two just going to admit that you want to screw each other’s brains out?” Hangman continues, his arm resting across the back of the chair next to him.

“Or that you’ve already fucked.” Bob joins in and the group goes silent. Rooster’s brows furrow. Everyone looks equally stunned for a moment and you’re so grateful that the attention is off of you because Bob just said his first swear word, maybe ever.

Once the initial shock of Bob’s first curse word wears off, Hangman’s brow quirks at the notion that the two of you may have already slept together. He honestly can’t believe he didn’t think of that himself.

“Now that is quite the thought, Bob,” Hangman turns in his seat and leans closer, “Didn’t I hear that you two kids were in Top Gun together the first time around?”

“Aviators!” Maverick’s voice carries across the hangar, interrupting the gentle bullying that has been happening. Rooster sighs in relief behind you. You turn your head just slightly, glancing at him over your shoulder.

His eyes are still on you.

“Today’s exercise is all about team work,” Maverick begins explaining before he has even reached the front of the room. Everyone’s face slowly reflects their confusion as they realise he’s not in uniform. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. “You guys suck at working as a team and today we’re gonna take a little field trip to figure that out. Meet at the beach in front of the Hard Deck at 9am sharp.”

Your eyebrows furrow as you pull up to the Hard Deck’s parking lot and see Phoenix and Bob sitting on the hood of Phoenix’s Porsche, waiting for you.

You look at what they’re wearing.

“Phoenix, tell me we aren’t working out!” You call as you pull the keys from the ignition. It’s almost eighty degrees — you had assumed it was going to be an icebreaker type of day.

Phoenix presses a hand over her mouth as she takes in the flimsy bikini top you’re wearing. You’ve got a button up over it, and black shorts on your bottom half — but the two of you both know that you’re less than appropriately dressed for the day.

“Didn’t you get Mav’s text?” Bob asks, he sounds almost like he feels bad for you.

You grab your phone from the hands free set inside of the car and check, shaking your head, “No?”

“Dogfight football, he sent a text to everyone so they would know what to bring.” Bob explains as he and Phoenix hop down from the hood of her car. You check the time, it’s 8:58. No time to change.

“Please switch with me.” You put your hands together in a prayer-like motion and step quickly toward Phoenix. She laughs and shakes her head just as quickly,

“Fuck no!”

You groan. You take a moment, eyes closed, to prepare yourself for the morning you’re about to endure. You button the shirt, letting out a breath and pretending that you’ve composed yourself.

“Alright. Fine,” You agree, “Let’s get this over with.”

You regroup on the beach, Maverick has already begun talking by the time the three of you join the back of the crowd.

Rooster is off to the left. Your eyes linger. He’s a head and shoulders taller than Harvard, standing at his side. He’s tanned, ripped and practically glowing. His hair is more sunkissed than when you last saw him, it’s curlier too.

Phoenix follows your gaze, craning her head to see, spotting Rooster. She turns her head back to you and raises her eyebrow suggestively, her lips quirking up into a smirk. All of her suspicions are confirmed at once.

You shake your head at her, rolling your eyes as if she isn’t right about it all.

The game begins. Rooster’s on the other team. You kind of wish he was on yours, you know you’d have less contact that way. You last maybe fifteen minutes before the overshirt becomes unbearable in the heat.

“C’mon, Hyde — can’t striptease to distract us just ‘cause you’re losing!” Harvard calls out as you slip the material off of your shoulders and toss it down on top of Bob’s backpack for safe keeping. You smile at him and raise your middle finger.

The bikini top is a simple unlined black piece that ties behind your neck and between you shoulder blades. The lack of support is unmatched.

You do your best to minimise the movement, but you also refuse to let your team lose because of your bad choice of clothing. The red ball lands in your hands and you take off running.

Coyote is on your left and Payback’s on your right. They’re both so tall, their legs are longer than yours and they’re gaining on you as you break into a sprint toward your team’s end zone.

Your foot makes it over the line and you throw the ball at the ground, spinning and throwing your arms into the air, jumping in celebration. Phoenix laughs as she tackles you into a hug from behind, both of you stumbling, happy as you try to catch your footing.

You feel eyes on you and your laughter stops. Rooster’s wearing sunglasses but his eyes are on you. Well, they’re on your chest. They flicker back up to your face and he realises he’s caught. He turns quickly and pretends to be immersed in the game.

You swallow, shaking your head. You’re broken from the moment, laughing as Coyote playfully jibes at your touchdown celebration, pretending to bounce around in the sand before you.

You playfully barge his shoulder and press forward with the game. You try your hardest, but you can’t ignore the way your eyes keep meeting his.

Rooster scores the next touchdown for his team — it’s like he’s been trying extra hard since your touchdown. His celebration is similar to yours, but more macho. You are stilled in place at the sight before you as he and Coyote collide mid-air.

He’s laughing, stumbling just a little as his feet hit the sand again. You watch as he dances under the burning sun, performing — much to Coyote’s delight. Rooster has the other pilot in fits of laughter with his little shimmy.

Maybe you should be laughing too. At anyone else you would be. There’s just something so familiar about watching those muscles in his stomach ripple and contract.

Your mouth goes dry at the thought.

You haven’t let yourself think about him like that in three years. You and Rooster had been in Top Gun together the first time around. He was a couple of years older than you — partially because he was held back a few years early on in his career and partially because you were particularly skilled for your age, so had gotten there early.

Top Gun is a thirteen week programme. For twelve weeks, Rooster was yours. Secretly, of course. You couldn’t let anyone know that he’d gotten you into bed so easily.

Twelve weeks in the San Diego heat. Sneaking around. Stolen kisses in storage lockers, condom wrappers in the waste baskets in Admirals’ offices, him sneaking out of your room each morning before sunrise. You walking with a slight limp on the way to training that one morning.

You hadn’t ever been anything exclusive and neither of you had brought up such nonsense for the entire programme. Until the night before graduation, when Rooster had asked you ‘what comes next?’ whilst he had been inside of you.

You still remember that fight. Both of you storming off, slamming doors and cursing at each other. You were still pissed off that he hadn’t even finished.

You’re broken from your stream of explicit memories as Yale trips into you whilst running to catch the ball. His elbow hits the bridge of your nose as he swings out his arms to catch his balance. You both hit the sand.

You don’t even really make a noise, beside the initial startled gasp. You blink, waiting for the pain to really hit you.

“Fuck, Hyde, I’m so sorry - I didn’t see you.”

You feel a wet droplet hit your chest, bringing your hand up to touch tenderly at your nose. Then the pain hits you. You wince, pulling your hand back and finding your fingers are bloodied.

“Oh, shit, she’s bleeding.” You aren’t sure who makes the announcement but Rooster’s standing before you next. You’re on your ass in the sand, blinking up at him. He watches a droplet of blood hit your chest and slide across your breast.

“Come on.” He extends a hand — the first words he’s said to you since the two of you had gotten here two weeks ago. You reach out and put your palm in his, letting him help you to your feet.

“You alright, Hyde?” Maverick pushes through the crowd that has gathered around you. He reaches out and puts a hand on your shoulder, features creased with concern.

You open your mouth to answer him but are interrupted by a sudden head rush. You stumble, snapped back to reality as Rooster’s fingers curl around your biceps and steady you.

“Woah, careful — uh, Rooster, could you take her up and ask Penny to take a look at her for me?”

Rooster looks between you and Maverick. Your lips are parted and bloodied but your eyes are on him. So trusting and pretty. He shoots Maverick a look. Maverick knows who you are. He knows all about the girl who broke his nephew’s heart at North Island.

“Yeah, I got her.” Rooster agrees. Whatever happened between the two of you was three years ago, he reminds himself. Plus, it’s not like he wants anyone else to head up there with you. Maverick passes a key into Rooster’s hand.

You wipe your nose with the back of your hand, shaking your head and swallowing, the taste of copper on your tongue, “No, I’m fine, seriously.”

“Y/N, you’re not coming back until Penny gives me the all clear.” Maverick is stern with his answer.

Rooster’s thumbs stroke at your biceps, he’s still the only thing keeping you upright, “Can you walk?” You nod.

He grabs your overshirt from Bob’s backpack and nods for you to follow him. You trip just slightly as the damp sand becomes soft sand near the top of the beach — it’s nothing to do with your fall and everything to do with the fact that you aren’t watching where you’re going. Yet, Rooster’s hand slides around your waist immediately.

“I can carry you.” He offers.

“I know.” You mumble in return, pinching your nose to stop the constant stream of blood.

Rooster looks at you and smiles just slightly. He unlocks and holds open the front door to the Hard Deck for you and motions you in. You take a seat at the bar, leaning across and grabbing some napkins, holding them up against your still bleeding nose.

“Penny?” Rooster calls out. He leaves your side for a moment to search the bar for her, poking his head into the back room. He shakes his head as he realises she must be on the beach.

“Wait here.”

You shrug. Still bleeding, you weren’t planning on going anywhere anyway. He disappears into the back room for a moment, returning with a first aid kit. This bar has its fair share of incidents. Rooster pulls up a stool in front of you, nudging your knees apart so he can sit as close as possible.

You lean your head back.

“No, don’t do that,” Rooster’s fingers curl around the back of your neck as he guides your head forward, pointing your nose back toward the ground. He feels you tense up, releasing you immediately. “You’re supposed to lean forward.”

He leans across the bar and scoops some ice into a plastic bag, then wraps that in a napkin.

“Move your hand for me.” You do as he says, hissing quietly as he rests his makeshift cold compress against the bridge of your nose. You press the tissues to your nostrils, still bleeding.

“You okay?” He asks quietly. You look up at him and shrug, “Been better.”

He chuckles, nodding his head, “Yeah, you hit the ground pretty hard.”

“You saw?” You’re inexplicably embarrassed by that. Rooster has seen you in most positions, but the thought of him seeing you get knocked on your ass makes you groan and squeeze your eyes shut. Until you realise it hurts to shut your eyes like that.

“Saw you checking me out.”

Your cheeks burn. You look at him furiously. He’s smirking, “I was not.” Your tone is a smidge defensive.

Rooster chuckles and shrugs his broad, tanned, bare shoulders, “So how come you didn’t see Yale sprinting down the pitch at you, baby?” You squeeze your thighs together. It’s been so long since you heard him call you that.

“The sun was in my eyes.” You answer a little too quickly.

“The sun that was behind me, was in your eyes? — so you were looking at me.” He has you there. You give in, caught for a moment.

“Hey, I saw you looking at me too. After I scored.” You counter. Rooster smiles at you, brushing your hair back away from the injury. His sunglasses mask it well, but you catch his eyes glance down at your chest.

“Can you blame me?” It’s hot and his voice makes you want to melt faster than the ice in his compress. “It’s been a while since I saw them bounce like that.”

You kick his shin, trying to hide the fact that you’re thrilled that he has brought it up. “Pig.” You chastise playfully.

“Just brought back some memories is all.” His lips are just hinting at a smile. You brush your ankle against his, putting your foot on the footrest of his stool. You wonder if he can tell that you’re so happy that he remembers it all as clearly as you do. He can. You look like the cat that got the cream. But bloodier.

“Good memories?”

Rooster lets out an amused huff, taking the compress away from your nose and inspecting the bridge delicately. It’s tender, but both of you know it isn’t broken. He fishes his phone from the pocket of his tight shorts and turns on the flash.

Your lips part in surprise as he reaches out and grabs your chin. He leans in close. You hold your breath. He lifts the phone and shines the torch into your eye, making you flinch and pull away.

“Come on, I need to check if you have a concussion or not.” He grips your jaw and turns you back to face him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, you realise. He leans close again and you breathe him in.

He lifts the phone and shines the flashlight into each pupil, his grip on your jaw keeping your eyes on him.

“You seem fine to me,” He decides, “You feel okay?”

You pull the tissue away from your nose, pleased to find that the bleeding has stopped, and nod at him. He grabs a set of antibacterial wipes from the kit and lifts your chin once more. You’re silent, just watching him as he cleans you up.

“Stop looking at me like that.” Rooster mumbles, making you blush. You furrow your eyebrows at him,

“Like what?”

“You’re the one who walked away, Hyde.” Rooster reminds you calmly as he wipes the blood from your lips, his other hand on your chin, keeping you still for him.

“I didn’t walk away — I just said that I wasn’t sure!” You protest. Rooster rolls his eyes,

“If I remember correctly, you actually said, ‘What? You thought I was going to fall in love with you or something?’” He mocks your voice as he talks and you narrow your eyes at him. You kick his shin again, a little harder this time.

You know that what you said was kind of mean, but he had you backed into a corner by that point in the argument and you were really frustrated.

“It was just sex!” You blurt out. The same thing you had said three years ago. Rooster stills his hand, the wipe resting on your breast as his brown eyes stare into you.

He gives you a slow, curt nod and sets the wipe down on the side. You sigh as he pushes himself up from the stool, “Rooster, wait-“

He drops the key Maverick gave him onto the bar, “Lock up when you’re done, kid.” You glare at him. He knows you hate it when he says that shit to you. He’s just a couple of years older. You watch him tuck his stool in and turn to leave.

“Rooster, come on, you know I didn’t mean-“

He slams the front door behind him. You growl in frustration as you push yourself up from your stool. He always was such a drama queen.

By the time you make it outside, your shirt balled up in your hand, he’s across the parking lot and headed down the beach in the opposite direction from the group. They’re still playing and they haven’t noticed the two of you yet. You look at them, then back at him, and take off jogging down the beach.

It takes you a while to catch up, he’s already across the cove and standing on the rocks by the time you catch him.

“Fuck, could you slow down for a second?” You pant as you clamber up the rocks. He ignores you and drops down onto the other side. This beach is empty, he continues along its shore away from you. “Rooster!”

He turns finally, in time to see you wobbling as you try to drop down the same way he did. Rooster walks slowly back toward you until he’s towering over you, “If you tell me it was just sex one more fucking time, y/l/n, I’m gonna lose it.”

You smile softly, trying to deescalate, “It was just-“

Rooster grabs your face in his hands and crashes his lips to yours, your back hitting the wall of rock behind you. You hum in surprise as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

The kiss is all anger and hard breathing at first, until Rooster grips the nape of your neck and licks into your mouth. The jagged rocks behind you press harder into your skin as he pushes himself harder against you. You tug at him eagerly, dropping your shirt onto the rocks. Rocks be damned, you want him as close to you as possible.

His hands slide between your bodies and pop open the button to your shorts, dragging the zipper down. You pull away from his lips, breathing hard. You’re looking at him like he’s crazy, reaching out and grabbing his hands to still him, “Here?”

“Live a little.” He murmurs, pressing his lips forward again slipping his tongue into your mouth. You hook your thumbs into the sides of your shorts as you shimmy them down, leaving you in the bikini before him.

He’s seen you in much less, but your cheeks heat as he pulls back and skims his fingers along your waist, taking in everything that’s different and everything that’s the same all at once.

“Stop staring, you’re making me nervous.” You complain, pushing your hips forward against his. Rooster’s hands come up and grope at your breasts as he pushes his body against you, “God, I missed you.” He admits, capturing your lips in a kiss.

You gasp as he tugs at the string behind your back, pushing his hands under the material of the flimsy black bikini. You whine softly against his lips. His hips press you back against the rocks whilst his thumbs brush delicately over your nipples. He stifles a groan as he feels them harden against his fingers.

Rooster pulls back for just a moment, to rip that stupid thing off of you and then duck his head down to suck your nipple into his mouth. You close your eyes, catching your breath as he nips and sucks at your breasts.

You’re so focused on that, you don’t even notice his right hand trailing your side until it’s already between your legs and nudging the bikini bottoms to the side. You gasp as he sinks a finger into you, the pad of his thumb pressing to your clit like he hadn’t ever been away. He knows your body like he knows how to fly.

“Shut the fuck up.” Rooster breathes, straightening up and looking down at you through those gold sunglasses. You tremble, nodding at him and taking your lip between your teeth. “Don’t want anyone else seeing you like this.”

You whimper as he sinks to his knees before you, nipping at your ribs, grazing his teeth across your hip bones. Rooster smiles just slightly as you take the sunglasses off his face and trail your fingertips across his cheek. You’re always so gentle.

He pulls the bottoms even more to the side, lifting one leg over his shoulder and burying his face between your legs. You take a sharp breath at the sudden contact, sliding your fingers into his curls. The sun hits his eyes as he looks up at you, they look especially brown in the midday sun, amber and shining.

He feels you clench around his fingers as he adds a second, groaning quietly against your core. You lean your head back against the rocks behind you, closing your eyes and just letting him touch you. His fingers work you open while his mouth focuses on your clit.

“Rooster, please just fuck me.” You whisper, tugging delicately at his roots. Rooster plunges his fingers into you, twisting them expertly and making you gasp.

He looks at you expectantly.

“Please.” Your voice cracks slightly, desperation never more evident. Rooster straightens up and pulls you against him, his cock strains against your navel through his denim shorts as his lips move against yours.

You know that the two of you have a limited time out here in the open like this. Your last time was unfinished and you had been walking around frustrated by that for three years. There had been instances in between with other people, but no one who could finish what Rooster had started.

Your fingers work at the button on his shorts, you’re trembling and it takes some willpower to have your hands comply. You manage to pop the button open, dragging the zipper down and pushing at the waistband of his boxers and shorts together.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” Rooster murmurs against your throat, his breath hitting you ear and making you shiver against you. He grabs your undershirt from the rock and drops it onto the sand, wrapping one arm around your waist.

You hum as he presses your back into the sand, then you gasp as he turns you onto your stomach. That’s what the shirt was for, your cheek rests against it - protected from the sand - as he lifts your hips.

You feel him pushing his shorts down behind you, pushing your hips back and feeling his exposed cock brush your core. Rooster revels in the desperate sound you make as he drags his cock between your folds, his lip between his teeth as he watches the tip sink into you.

“Fuck,” Rooster breathes out, fingers curling around your hip as he watches his dick disappear into you. You watch him over your shoulder. He’s so focused, brows furrowed and his lips parted just slightly. “Missed seeing you like this, baby.”

You push back against him eagerly, gasping as he pulls almost all the way out and drives back in, almost knocking you off of your knees and onto your stomach. You cry out, fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt under you.

You feel him laugh breathily as he kisses your spine, “Gotta shut that pretty mouth, Hyde.” Easy enough for him to say. He’s relentless, dragging against your walls as he bottoms out again and again. You’re doing your best to keep quiet for him.

He pulls you tighter against him and presses his chest to your back, dragging his lips across your shoulder.

“Rooster, holy-“ A strangled noise escapes your throat as your knees buckle under you, the only thing keeping you from hitting the sand being his grip on your waist. “Shit.”

The breath is knocked from you as he pounds into you, you’re a whimpering mess, face pressed into the crook of your arm and his hand on the back of your neck keeping you there.

Rooster grunts, leaning forward and pressing filthy, open-mouthed kisses along the length of your back. You push back against him desperately.

He pulls out suddenly, making you whine at the loss of contact. He turns you and plants your ass onto the shirt, tugging at your hips until your head falls back against the sand.

“Want to see that pretty face when you cum.” He murmurs, guiding his cock between your legs again. Your heart flutters as his palm slides up to rest at the base of your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, he just leaves it there, making sure you’re going to be still for him.

You arch your back, pushing your chest up against his as he fills you up. You push against his hand on your throat, grinning as he presses you back down against the sand.

“You like that?” He whispers. Your lips part as he drives himself impossibly deeper into you, squeezing his fingertips just slightly around the column of your throat. Both of you know that you do, he can feel you clenching around his cock.

You feel indecent under his unwavering gaze. No one has ever made you feel as wanted as Rooster. There’s always such desire in is eyes each time he looks at you. Everyone’s noticed it by now.

Rooster remembers suddenly why it was so fucking hard to let you go the first time around. Your pretty lips flushed and kiss-swollen, parted ever so slightly. Those gorgeous, trusting, eyes that twinkle with mischief each time your eyes are on him. Your pussy.

He grunts, his hips stuttering, “I can feel how fucking close you are, honey.” His thumb strokes at your throat as he leans down and slips his tongue into your mouth. You moan against his lips, breathing hard as he moves back to observe you again.

You had missed him. Had missed the way his curls hung over his forehead when he’s on top of you, the way he fills you up, his golden skin and the feel of his stupidly big hands on your body.

Maybe it’s the sun in your eyes, maybe it’s the intensity of it, but you’re seeing stars when he makes you cum. You don’t even realise you’re moaning his name until he moves his hand from your throat and covers your mouth.

“God, I love that sound.” He whispers, shaking his head slightly as you let out a muffled whimper against his palm. “But you gotta be quiet for me.” You nod, dazed as he takes his palm away and plants it in the sand behind your head.

“Fuck, Rooster,” You whimper, lifting your head and pressing a delicate kiss to his throat. “I-I…” You stop as you catch yourself in what you’re about to say. Your eyes widen at the realisation of what he almost just coaxed you into admitting.

Rooster doesn’t seem to notice, he rests his forehead against your shoulder, looking down between your bodies as he drives himself into you.

“D’you want me to pull out?” He kisses your collarbone in a surprisingly delicate motion, gripping your hips so tightly it feels like he might crush them.

“No.” You pant, maybe a little too quickly. You catch the smug look on his face as he glances up at you, you couldn’t care less — he should be smug, he’s the only person you’d ever let fuck you on a public beach during a work exercise.

He slides his hand around to cradle the base of your skull as he pulls you closer to him, picking up the pace. You whimper against his shoulder, sensitivity making you grip his bicep.

He groans softly against your throat as he comes undone, pulling impossibly close against him and driving himself as deep as he can go. He stays there for just a moment, leaving lazy kisses against the curve of your neck.

You whine as he slowly pulls out of you and tucks himself back into his shorts, zipping and buttoning the denim as he rises to his feet. You wobble as you push yourself up after him.

Rooster’s brows furrow as he watches you cover you chest with you hands whilst you grab your bikini top, “Are you serious?”

“I…”

Rooster walks to you and ties the bikini behind your back silently, then presses a kiss to your cheek, “You’re gonna have to start trusting me one of these days.”

“I do trust you.” You admitted, so quickly that it surprised even you. Your already warm cheeks burned. “I just…”

Rooster grabbed you shirt from the ground and shook the sand off of it, “I’m not asking you to tell me you love me, Hyde. Just… wouldn’t kill you to let me in.”

“I think I just did.” You muttered as you stepped into your shorts and buttoned them. Rooster’s palm hit your ass, his lips pressing gently against your shoulder as he handed you your shirt.

“Don’t get smart with me, L/N.” He grabbed his sunglasses and put them on once more, stepping up onto the rocks and offering you his hand. You take it and let him guide you back over the rocks until you’re on the sand, crossing the beach toward the hard deck.

You let him walk a little in front of you, both of you just walking at the speed your legs naturally carry you. His legs happen to carry him a little faster. You wonder what the hell that was back there. The urge to tell him you loved him.

It was confusing and even more terrifying. You shook your head and determined the cause to be some weird primal urge. Not the fact that you’d been thinking about him and your time together for the past three years.

“Do you think they’re all inside?” Rooster asks, noticing the crew are now gone from the beach. You cross in front of him, shrugging your shoulders and lifting your hand to shield your eyes from the sun as you try to spot someone through the windows.

Rooster sweeps sand from your back.

“Yeah, I see Payback.” You confirm, stopping to let him rid you of the evidence before the two of you head inside.

“Hyde, you okay? — where’d you go?” Maverick is the first to spot you, he’s just as concerned as he was before.

“Just needed some fresh air so we went for a walk.” You explain, pushing your hands into the pockets of your shorts. Rooster nods along in silent agreement.

You watch Bob elbow Phoenix, pulling her attention away from her conversation with Fanboy. Bob uses his beer to motion toward you and Rooster, but not towards your faces. You follow his gaze and look down at the matching imprints of sand on both of your knees.

You aren’t the best at reading lips, but it’s clear as day when Bob looks right at you and tells Phoenix, “You owe me twenty bucks.”

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fair and square | hwang hyunjin ✾

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader | genre: enemies to lovers | warnings: angst, minors dni | word count: 1.0k | stefy's note: ever since @jungqkook posted about ravenclaw sunghoon i had this idea so it came to me at 2 am and i had to write it, so enjoy ;)

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"For fucks sake just let me in." Hyunjin's forehead is pressed against your apartment door. He's in nice black slacks, a white undershirt and a black suit jacket.

"What can I do so you'll open this damn door?" Roses? I'll get you fucking roses, please." The cause of his begging and barging at your door is the fact that he, an old money guy, got a scholarship that you, an upper-lower-class girl, needed, and he wants to apologize.

You two have had a rivalry since you could crawl. Why? Because he stole your pen when you were little. Ever since you hated him, dumb reasoning for that time, but your excuse is that you were easily 3 so there was nothing you could do. That's when you knew you wanted to be better than him. If he would work hard, you would work even harder.

"Go away!" You demanded as you were leaning against the other side of the door with the chin on your knees.

"Are you kidding me?" He pounds his fists against the door again. "I drove an hour to get here. I'm not leaving."

"I need to apologize!" He says firmly. "I feel horrible that I have applied for this scholarship. I had no idea that I'd be taking it from someone who actually needs it."

"So considerate of you." You says in a sarcastic tone annoyed by his presence.

"Are you going to let me in so I can apologize properly?" He asks, ignoring your sarcasm. He sounded irritated.

"Fine, come in." You sight and get up to open the door to hear him out.

"Thank you. I'm so glad you're still being snarky." He says practically pushing his way in your place and saying in a sarcastic tone.

"If you come with this atitude then it's better to leave." You say annoyed looking at him while crossing your arms.

"I think you're the one with the atitude, not me, y/n." He says a bit annoyed. "I'm trying to apologize here and you're acting like a brat."

"I'm the one acting like a brat? You took the only thing i needed." You continue with the annoyed tone coming closer to him by having your arms closed.

"You could have been better at writing an essay, you know. Maybe you would have been accepted then." He snaps annoyed that you're invading his space so much. He doesn't take a step back, however, even leans into you.

"If you didn't have the privileges you have, i could have won that scholarship over you." You come closer to him while saying this.

"Whatever." He says dismissively. "If the scholarship was based on need, then you would have won it. But it wasn't." He whispers in your ear, breathing down your neck, but still didn't take a step back.

"Don't you fucking dare say that you won it fair and square." You say breathing heavily looking at him.

"The comittee gave it to me, so i did win it fair and square." He says with a smirk. You can smell the toothpaste on his breath and see each individual strand of hair on his head.

"God! I hate you so much!" You say sighting feeling exhausted of the conversation.

He's almost close enough to kiss you as he leans into you more. "You hate me?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. "I hated you first and I hate you way more."

"Then why are you here?" You ask breathing heavily looking at him.

"Just to torture you." He says moving closer to you. Your bodies are touching in every single place they could. His breath is hot against your neck, his gaze piercing, and his hands itching to touch you. He's obviously enjoying frustrating you.

"You can do that with a text message." You roll your eyes and then look at him.

"No, I had to be here in person to witness your pain." He says, leaning in closer. Your eyes meet, both of you staring at each other in the eyes. His lips slightly curl up as he grins.

You breath heavily leaning in closer to him. He starea into your eyes as he slides his hands down your shoulders, his smile devilish. He slowly leans into you, getting his face as close to yours as possible without actually touching you.

"Kiss me." You whisper to him biting your lip looking up at him, wanting the anticipation to end. Although he was your enemy you couldn't deny the sexual tension between you two. You could cut it with a knife.

As soon as he heard you say it, his lips crash against yours. Wrapping his hands around your waist once you lock lips. His hands move up your back, up to your hair. He pulls you closer and you can feel his heart hammering against your chest. You kiss him back wrapping your hands around his neck. He starts kissing you more passionately as he leans your back into the wall. His other hand runs up to your neck. He stares into your eyes, not wanting to break the kiss. He pulls away after a few seconds, panting, and keeps his face an inch away from yours.

"Sometimes I wish I could hate you." You say leaning your head against the wall looking at him.

He chuckles quitely. "But i know that you could never hate me." Hyunjin says softly as he wraps his hands around you and pulls you into a tight embrace. He rubs his hands up and down the length of your back. "You could never hate me because you always secretly liked me," He whispers in your ear "and you know it."

"I don't like you." You say pushing his shoulder playfully. "You're such a liar."

"Oh please." He says, playfully rolling his eyes. "We both know it's true." He pulls you closer to him. "I know that there's always been something between us, even if you were too stubborn to admit it." Hyunjin leans his face closer to yours, his lips less than an inch away. "And i just know that you enjoyed kissing me now." He says with a smirk.

"It was such a horrible kiss." You say teasing him while giggling.

"Shut up." He mutters, pulling you even closer with a smirk. "Your lips are so soft." He whispers, his hot breath. His hands move to your collar bone, his fingers interweaving.

P.S 💌: i wanna thank you again for showing love and support for my works. i try my best to write whenever i can and however i can so knowing that you guys like it makes me so happy. i love you all🫶🏻

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surf's up pt.1 ?? - kazuha + minju  

-this was originally meant to be a birthday fic for Minju but I couldn’t sit down and complete it so I incorporated one of my dirty thoughts into this fic. I’m not sure if people would like this as much as my mind did. threesome, creampie, nothing way too crazy, maybe a bit of overstimulation. please do tell me if this is straight trash, i’ll consider not writing a second pt to this.

-length: 2145 words

-minju, kazuha x male reader

The beach. The perfect place for just about anything. Surfing, picnics, volleyball, swimming, going on dates. That’s what made it your favorite haunt. 

Just kidding.

You absolutely hated the beach. Especially sand. It’s coarse and it gets everywhere. The sun was a bane to your existence. The constant chaos of seagulls cawing, children screaming and the waves crashing just did not sit well in your mind at all. This was probably the first time since the pandemic that you’d come to any beach. You moved from your hometown to the city just a week ago and since your apartment was close to the beach, you figured why not got for a jog now that you were done unpacking everything into the new residence and get to know your environment a bit more.

Midway through your run, at a slightly more deserted area of the beach, you caught sight of two fine bodied female surfers. Both of them were dressed in one piece singlet swimsuits that accentuated their lovely figure. The one on the left was a tall slender bodied woman that had a body to die for. Her abs were well toned and her arm muscles were extremely defined. But what caught your eye the most was her legs, they were long, sleek and slender with thighs that you wanted to wear as a scarf. They led your eyes up to her cute perky ass that was asking to be spanked. The woman on the right was a bit bustier. The swimsuit accentuated this fact by hugging her chest tight and exposing her buttcheeks to the world. As you were admiring the sight before your eyes, the whole world suddenly started to fall as the two vixen faded away from you into the darkness.

.

.

.

“Is he awake?” 

The warmest, gentlest voice brings you back to earth. Opening your eyes, you’re greeted by the same two damsels that you were admiring before ending up in what seemed like a small foresty area by the shoreline, laying on a sky blue beach mat with an ice packet to your head. 

“Are you okay? You look like you took quite a fall back there.” It was the taller girl. Her doe eyes fluttered as she spoke to you, melting your heart as well as the stinging pain in your head. 

What happened to me? Why am I here ? Why are you both so awfully perfect ? You had a million questions you wanted to ask. 

“He looks okay.” said the shorter, bustier girl. “Or at least that’s what his little friend is trying to tell us.” Pointing down at your crotch, turning all attention to the bulge starting to form. 

“Fufufu…guess it's time to get acquainted huh Minju.” says the taller girl, moving her hand down to your crotch and rubbing your cock through your pants. 

“Take it easy Kazuha, you don’t want this poor guy fainting again.” 

“Wha-” You’re cut off by Minju diving head first into a kiss. She smells absolutely divine, a mixture of ocean air and rose petals. Meanwhile, Kazuha is wiggling your troublesome clothes out of the way, and in a matter of seconds, you’re stark naked on the beach mat, visible to any fishing boat that may go by. The two girls gather at your cock and begin to shower it with their affection, arching their backs to show off their juicy hindparts. 

“Gosh, who knew we’d be getting railed by such a monstrous thing today huh Minju”, Kazuha says while kissing the base of your cock, the warm air from her nostrils gently breezing against your skin, sending tingles up your spine. Minju is unable to answer, working her magic on your balls, taking one in her mouth at a time and covering it in her saliva. She gets to work first while Kazuha backs off to begin a deep makeout session with you, while your hands survey her specimen of a figure, admiring how toned yet delicate her muscles had developed. Meanwhile Minju is absolutely going to town on your cock, not even needing time to acclimate to how big your length was. She would bob her head down in a rhythmic manner, going down twice while looking at you lustfully before staying there, allowing your dick to take 2 seconds of rest before slowly detaching her mouth. Minju was also extremely skilled with her tongue. It snaked around your cock as she worked her magic, moving over your sensitive points as it disappeared and reappeared from her mouth. Soon, she got off and let Kazuha have her way with your throbbing erection.

Kazuha leaves a deep kiss at the tip of your cock, before taking your length in her mouth. She, unlike Minju, starts off safe, taking in no more than a fifth of your cock, then a quarter, then a half, until your whole length disappears into her mouth hitting the back of her throat, her lips touching the base of your cock. Her mouth is warm and snug, you could leave your dick in there for eternity. Then, Kazuha moves her head up and down furiously, never letting more than a quarter of your dick out of her mouth. You throw your head back in pleasure, Kazuha’s mouth was perfect, it was like it was molded just for taking your dick in. Meanwhile, you begin tearing off the swimsuit that Minju was wearing, kneading her sizable tits and squeezing her juicy ass and smacking it while making out intensely with her, earning a few moans that escaped from Minju’s mouth. Sensing that you were about to cum, you stand up and grab onto the sides of Kazuha’s head and begin facefucking her. She maintains eye contact with you as you continuously thrust your length deep within her sinful abyss with eyes that begged you to abandon life and surrender to her. Soon, your cock could not take it anymore. 

“Fuck! Kazuha!”

You cum right into Kazuha’s mouth and she tries to take it all, but there’s just too much and it starts to overflow as you withdraw your length from her mouth. Minju instinctively knows what to do, licking the cum around her mouth, cleaning it up. Kazuha opens her mouth to show how much you’ve let loose within her, before swallowing it in one gulp and sticking her tongue out again to show you that she ingested it all. 

Consumed by lust, Kazuha pounces onto you, pinning you down onto the beach mat. Your lips crash against hers as you start to lose yourself in the hot and passionate kiss as your hands work to peel her annoying swimsuit away. Soon, her bare body was right on top of your own, both her legs on your sides, her textured abdominal muscles on top of your own, her breasts pressed against yours, her arms wrapped around your neck as beads of sweat start to collect on both your bodies and her dripping shaved pussy touching your ever hard cock, just waiting to be destroyed by the latter. Your hands work to squeeze and slap those juicy butt cheeks that you were admiring before. You position your cock with Kazuha’s pussy and press her down on it, slowly moving your entire length inside of her. Kazuha then lets out a loud moan once the whole thing is inside.

“Fuck! You’re so big, you’re gonna break my pussy…”

Minju, not wanting to be left out, climbs on top of you, sitting on your face, demanding to be eaten out. At this moment, you’d die to see what kind of sexual artwork the three of you were making. But that wasn’t to say your view beneath Minju’s lewd body wasn’t visually appetizing. From beneath you could admire Minju’s perfectly sized tits, swaying from left to right as she rided on your face as well as a close up of her picture perfect pussy whose scent you could not get enough of.

In the meantime, Kazuha was having the time of her life, bouncing up and down on your cock. Her pussy was really tight. Every hip movement she made brought so much pleasure to your mind that it was numbing. The only sounds you could hear at the beach were the moans of the two girls on top of you, the slapping of Kazuha’s bubble butt onto your pelvis and the crashing of the waves against the shore. 

“Shit! I’m about to cum!” Minju arches her back and squeals as a hot wave of her girl juice gushes out of her pussy, coating your face in her slick. She wasn’t the only one about to cum though. Moving Minju to the side, you sit up and reverse the positions you and Kazuha were in, pinning her arms above her head to restrict her movement. She squirms beneath you as you push her legs up to her chest, moving into the missionary position for even deeper thrusts. You nuzzle your neck into hers, devouring her sweat-filled scent as you fucked her senseless, her moans getting louder and more frequent as you upped the pace of your thrusts. 

“Fuck you’re gonna make me lose my mind…Fuck…FUCCCKKK!!!” Kazuha screams, her eyes rolling back to her head as she reaches her own high. Her pussy clenches even tighter around your cock and her back arches to acclimate to the pleasure, causing you to reach your own breaking point, releasing spurt after spurt of sticky white stuff into her swollen pussy. You pull your cock out, to see a small river of yours and Kazuha’s byproducts flow out of her filled pussy. Kazuha is absolutely spent, panting relentlessly as she mutters “so good…so warm…” over and over, showing how you absolutely broke the girl. 

“Hope you didn’t forget about me.” says Minju, as she places Kazuha to the side and pins you down.

“I want you to fucking pour whatever’s left inside me. Fill me up to the brim. Fuck me like the slut I am” she whispers into your ear. 

Her words are lewd and arousing, consuming you in yet another wave of lust. You hug onto Minju’s busty body tightly and without wasting another second, furiously fuck her like you were both animals in heat. If somebody were to walk by, you definitely wouldn’t pull out of her and would continue fucking her relentlessly. Minju’s eyes roll to the back of her head, her mind absolutely overwhelmed by pleasure. Her fingers dug deep into your shoulders, grabbing onto them for stability and to try and reassemble her lost sanity. Too consumed by passion to stop and get her to loosen up, you fuck her even harder and faster, her words resonating within your mind. Pour whatever’s left inside me. Fill me… like the slut I am. You lean into Minju and get a good whiff of her scent. She no longer smells like the ocean and roses. She now smells like sweat and sex. Freeing a hand from your deep embrace, you reach down and squeeze a buttcheek, slapping it. Then, you had an absolutely dirty idea. Using your middle finger, you feel around for her asshole and insert your finger inside. Minju, completely unexpecting of your lewd action, screams in overstimulation. Her hips buckle as she squirts a geyser of her cum for the second time. Her head drops onto your shoulder as you continue railing her limp body, wanting to fulfill her wishes. With one final push and a low growl, you release all you had into her slutty pussy. Wave after wave of your cum flows into her. Even after you pulled out you were still shooting some cum onto her midriff. 

“Shit that was amazing…Maybe I should take the “scenic” route more…” you say as you slump in between Minju and Kazuha’s sleeping bodies, of which you had done an absolute number to. 

HONKKKKKKKK

You are awakened from your slumber by the loud blow of a ship's horn, seemingly scolding you for doing such a sinful deed under the sky where anybody could see. Kazuha and Minju are up as well, getting changed and preparing to leave. 

“That was the best fuck we’ve both had ever in our lives. Here’s our numbers. We live not too far from here. When you want to have a bit of fun, call us and we’ll be right over.” Minju says with a tinge of lust in her voice, handing you a small sheet of paper with both their numbers and names. She leans in and whispers in your ear, “Maybe you can call only me and use me as your personal cumdump.” 

“Ya! Don’t leave me alone!” Kazuha exclaims in rebuttal, shoving the shorter girl gently. She tiptoes and pecks you on the lips before winking at you and leaving. 

You glance down at the paper. You were definitely enjoying moving into your new home.

#izone smut #minju smut #kazuha smut #le sserafim smut #kpop smut #female idol smut #male reader

[beom1e]

ephemeral six | nervous

genre fluff. warning alcohol consumption. playlist ml. wc 1.2k.

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you were the most nervous you had ever been in your life. it put the day you had to present to your university class for the first time to shame. it took hours to find the perfect outfit and makeup combination, and then you gave your mirror a private fashion show as you decided on shoes. even deciding which scent to wear had been a difficult task; it had to be memorable enough that he would associate it with you, but not too strong that he’d end up choking on it and hating it.

when the time came around, you began pacing nervously around your apartment. at 4:59 pm, you heard a knock at the door, and when you checked your phone one last time, the time had changed to 5:00 pm exactly.

upon opening the door, you would have squealed if it had been socially acceptable. beomgyu was neat and perfect-looking, and he smelled amazing. he was holding a singular rose in his hands and his smile grew larger just at the sight of you.

‘you’re beautiful,’ he breathed out, and handed you the rose. you felt like a character in a romantic comedy, shyly avoiding his gaze. ‘are you ready to go?’

it would’ve been hard for you to believe how nervous beomgyu had been feeling during that brief greeting. the words had been looping around his brain for hours in anticipation, so they just spilled out messily the moment he saw you. but he played it off well, he assumed, based on your reaction. to you, he seemed calm and collected. in his eyes, you were the only one who was ready to breeze through the night with no issue.

you’d placed the rose into the vase sitting atop your drawers beside your door, and beomgyu watched with admiration in his gaze. the way you carried yourself was so endearing to him. you were graceful for the most part, but when you made a clumsy mistake, it always brought a smile to his face. when you would be walking by him to get to your front door, each of your movements looked carefully calculated. and then you would drop your keys, and he’d hide his smile and think about you for the rest of the day. dropping the rose into your vase was another one of those calculated moves, but when you tried to close the door behind you, it hit against the heel of your shoe and reminded beomgyu of how human you were.

neither of you drove — having sacrificed financial freedom for a university education — so you had a conversation-filled walk to the bar beomgyu had picked out. it had started out feeling awkward, but it soon felt like you’d already skipped the strangers phase and were friends at the very least. he loved to talk, and you loved to listen to him talk. he had a smile on his face as he talked about a video game he liked, and you were just appreciating the fact that he was finally by your side.

it was fancier than you’d expected. beomgyu held the door open for you and soon you were being led to a reserved table in a quieter corner. there was a vase filled with lilies and two dinner candles on either side, atop a white tablecloth, in the centre of the table. he slipped your jacket off your shoulders after pulling your chair out for you, and you felt your heart racing at an impossible speed.

‘what would you like to drink?’ he asked, lifting his gaze to look directly into your eyes.

‘this place is really nice,’ you breathed out shakily. ‘i feel like i should order a glass of white wine.’

‘but that’s not what you want,’ he stated, as if he could read your mind. ‘whatever you want, i’ll have.’

two malibu cola’s in, something in the air had shifted. it felt casual and normal, and not at all like you were on a date in a place you would never even dream of visiting alone.

‘you know, i don’t usually drink,’ you spoke, smiling slightly. ‘i just wanted to go on this date with you.’

‘i don’t normally drink much, either,’ beomgyu agreed. ‘i just thought it would help me get over my nerves.’

‘you were nervous?’ you investigated.

‘obviously,’ he leaned back in his chair and lightly tapped his finger against the glass. ‘there’s something about you, y/n. i don’t know what it is, but you’re special to me. going on a date with you sounded like a dream way too far out of reach, and not because i was afraid to approach you.’

‘then what made it seem so impossible?’ you pressed, leaning your body further into the table.

‘you’re beautiful and heavenly like an angel,’ he mirrored your actions and leaned closer. ‘totally ethereal.’

you didn’t want to jump to the conclusion that he was lying or being dramatic, you just took his words as the truth.

it wasn’t long before the two of you were obviously under the influence. you were sharing a bowl of salted tortilla chips and anecdotes from the happier times in your life. beomgyu made you comfortable enough to talk about your best friend, and all of the fun you had in the short time that they had been your roommate. he spoke of his friends and the trouble they got into just a few years back, when they were still reckless teen boys simply living in the moment.

the walk home was just as fun and filled with laughter. it was five minutes in that you realised you’d left your jacket at the bar, so beomgyu draped his blazer over your shoulders to fight off the cold of the night. as you passed a club blasting music, he took your hand and spun you around. the look of laughter on your face made his heart ache in the best way, and he knew then that he would have to be the source of your laughter for the rest of your lives. the apartment complex was almost silent by the time you got back, so it became a competition of who could laugh the quietest as you noisily made your way up to your floor. and then it came to the goodbyes.

you’d unlocked the door and turned back around to face him so that you could thank him for the best night of your life. he was looking at you like you held the answers to everything he’d ever need to know, and you knew it was coming.

he dipped down to place the softest of kisses to your lips, paired with his hand cupping your jaw. the shyness was evident on your face once he was a fair distance away from you again, and he felt prouder than ever.

‘goodnight, beomgyu,’ you pushed down on the handle and pushed open the door from behind you.

‘sweet dreams, y/n,’ he smiled.

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[cybervesna]

OC INTERVIEW

Thank you @olath124! You're literally a blessing cuz I really wanted to do it! 💜 Tagging: @sidver @ixov612 @wolv2077 @blackrevell @beesbee @petrichoryvr if you want to! Let's be honest, Wiosna would only answer these if she was under truth serum. Normally, she would just stare unapologetically at the interviewer without saying anything. And it doesn't matter if it was a scary interrogation or not, she simply doesn't care to answer. Well unless... there's someone specific asking her questions. So, what's your NAME? Be more specific. The one I'm known for? SPR1NG. The name that makes every 'runner at Arasaka shit their pants? ATH3N4. Name that I use on my documents? Wiosna Blazkowicz. Or perhaps, you mean the one I was born with that will make every Polish corpo-aristocrat bow to me? Wiosna Honorata Kochanowska.

Any NICKNAMES?

Spring. Wiosenka if you're my man or my babcia. [grandmother]

Your GENDER?

At birth cursed with the hardship of womanhood.

So Spring, do you know your STAR SIGN?

No idea what you need that for but I'm Sagittarius. If you're basing your knowledge on people on some astrology signs you need to get help.

HEIGHT?

176 centimeters. Oh wait, we are in America. 5'9 I guess.

And what's your ORIENTATION?

Man, twice my age that can make me worse. Specifically, the one that could crush my skull with his bare hands. The dangerous man that everyone is scared of, but I will still call him my good, good boy.

You're talking about someone specific, don't you?

Dunno, do I? *smiles*

Okay, next question. Your NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY?

Born and raised in Poland in the mighty Kochanowcy family. Although, my mother was half-Japanese.

Your FAVE FRUIT?

Cherries. My family owns land in a remote area in Poland that we... they use for summertime. There's an orchard with all kinds of fruits and cherries straight from the tree are the most delicious thing on this planet.

FAVE SEASON?

Spring, obviously. But back in my country, where the grass is green, and the trees soaking in flower blossoms.

FAVE FLOWER?

I have a preference for flowers with meaning. If my man gives me a bouquet of flowers, it's nice. But if he gives me a bouquet of red roses while also assuring me how much he loves me... Yeah, I will give him that head.

Ekhem... Anyway... FAVE SCENT?

Honestly, I want to say the perfume I use... But it's cigarettes mixed with fragrance my man uses. And I'm not saying that lightly, I fucking hate the smell of cigarettes.

Okay, what do you prefer COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE?

Hot real chocolate. Teuscher is the best, but Wedel tastes like my childhood.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP?

Assuming I care to count that waste of time? Definitely below what's humanly considered enough to survive.

Spring, are you a DOG OR CAT PERSON?

Both, actually. Pure and innocent souls that always try to heal the deepest wounds of our twisted minds. Too bad they can't understand we are rotten to the core and there's nothing to save. Still love them for it.

DREAM TRIP?

Sometimes I dream of going to the land of never going back. There's a person who would be mad at me for doing it, and I don't like when he's angry with me... or sad.

No comment on that. Next, FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER?

Darth Vader. God, I want to be loved the way Padme was loved. I want to be loved so, so much that it will make my man go insane at the idea of me being gone. I want to be loved so much that when I'm gone, my man will make it the problem of the whole universe. [Author's note: She is loved that way, and my headcanon is that Phantom Liberty and the "change of Kurt's plans" So Mi talks about is a testimony to it.]

I see. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH?

The fuck is this question.

Nevermind then. RANDOM FACT?

Kurt wears boxers with NUSA flag. Wiosna what the fuck, you didn't had to say that I'm literally the one wearing them. Yeah, but your boys didn't know.

#wiosna blazkowicz #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 phantom liberty #cyberpunk 2077 oc #my oc #vesna blazkowicz #cyberpunk 2077 fanlore #cyberpunk 2077 headcanon #phantom liberty #cyberpunk oc #phantom liberty oc

[gachagon]

I think part of the problem is how they seem to interpret media, in that they aren't particularly curious or interested in truly delving into the themes of the story, or would rather impose their own expectations and themes onto the story in the most unambiguous way possible.

The only part of the "story" they consider legitimate is whatever is so blatantly in your face that they can't possibly miss or ignore it, and basically dismiss anything that doesn't explicitly tell them everything. Background details, taking past character motivations and the fact that everyone is an unreliable narrator to varying degrees...

Any oddities in details are not something to provoke them into actually thinking about prior information, but instead "plotholes" because they don't neatly fit into a comfortable narrative. Any dissonance between actions and words is treated as being out of character rather than possibly highlighting hypocrisy and something more nuance and complex.

In essence, they treat RWBY as something that failed to indulge them and their own perceptions of what it "should" be, rather than critically taking a hard look at what it's trying to actually show and tell them.

I also saw a lot of people just making terrible takes about the characters and their motivations purely out of seemingly nowhere, but especially when there was conflict among Team RWBY. Like in the earlier volumes when we don't know Blake is a faunus a lot of people said they hated her and that they didn't like her, and in volume 3 I saw people say she "makes everything about herself" and is just selfish and doesn't "care about team RWBY". Which are all things that I just couldn't agree with especially considering that while Blake doesn't have a lot of songs just for her (because the show is generous and spends so much time with her struggles) I thought her character was really easy to understand.

She's a victim of abuse and has trust issues, and is also a victim of discrimination based on her ethnicity (if thats what you wanna call the faunus I guess), so I thought it made sense for her to be just a bit "cagey" and closed off from the others. It makes her development with Yang and the moments she becomes friends with Sun so much better because we finally see her getting to trust people after leaving Adam behind.

Also in Volume 7 and 8 when people were saying "yang doesn't care about Ruby" because they had ONE disagreement about how to solve what was a pretty difficult situation T_T I don't know how anyone could say that with songs like "Gold" which is literally about how Yang and Ruby are close and how Yang is always there for her. (it even has matronly lyrics like "I will keep you safe and warm/ like the smell of a rose on a summer's day." Which is a direct reference to ruby's actual mother.

#rwby volume 8 #rwby volume 7 #rwby soundtrack

[deeptrashwitch]

For the oc ask game that was very in depth

I am giving you a free ask to answer any of those questions for any of your ocs

Brain is not braining so this is a "get to rant" free card cause I can't pick 😊

Ohhhh ok ok :3 it's rant time! I'll do two for the ones I've wrote bios for so far.

Alicia:

18 (community and relationships). What is your character's favorite form of affection?

Ruffling their hair and shoulder pats. Since she isn't such a fan of hugs anymore, her way of showing affection is ruffling her friends or family's hair or giving them a pat on their shoulder. Mostly is a way of expressing pride on their achivements. And everyone always smile when she does.

1 (objects). Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

Yes. The karambit she has off duty.

She carries it because she knows what is being hopeless and helpless, and hates that feeling. That knife is for self-defense only, she'll use it if they're cornered or are suddenly attacked. When she leave her place or the base without it, she feels really uncomfortable and even naked. (Also it might or might not be because after Operation Firewall she became a bit paranoid of her suroundings, more than usual anyways)

Luke:

14 (weather and nature). Does your character prefer hot or cold weather?

Even though he can wok on every weather possible, he personally loves cold weather. He's happy when they are on a location with cold and cloudy weather, obviously somewhere they don't need artic equipment.

Fun fact: Luke is like a human heater. So, once the Captain found him with Francis and Noah bared to him. It's an amazing anecdote. (She'll deny that she stays near him when it's cold too.)

4. Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

Yep. He used to love playing soccer on the beach, but after what happened during his adolescence and all the thing with his scar...now he prefers to stay away from beach sports.

Jackson:

14 (objects). Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

He has seen this white seal plushie on a toy store, and he loves it. But he's embarrassed of even think of buying it, it's just that he is already too old for it and he wasn't even a child, so what for? (Funny enough, if he buys it, he wouldn't be the only one with plushies inside the base)

6 (food and drink). Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?

Haha. No.

Jackson can be anything but he'll never do something he doesn't like just because he needs to appease someone. On the contrary, if you try to make him do that, most likely he'll fight you.

Edward:

17 (mind, body and soul). Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

To someone who isn't him...none of the above. In reality, he has more energy during afternoon, that's why he does everything related to the physical matter inside the plane during that time.

17 (hobbies and activities). Does your character prefer music or silence?

Silence. He prefers silence over everything, but has his moments where he blasts music on his earphones just to distract himself.

Noah:

10 (mind, body and soul). Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

A medium sleeper, and to be honest? That makes him the heavy sleeper on the team, everyone else are light sleepers and wake up with everything. He...is a bit slower, but he always make it on time!

9 (appereance). What does your character smell like?

Lavender and roses. What Elijah and Elizabeth say is that usually he smells like a mix of lavender and roses, and it is true. That's his soap's smell!

Elijah:

10 (food and drink). What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

He loves what his mom calls her "special steak". It is a salmon steak with a secret sauce, that only that side of the family knows how to prepare, and with a salad bathed in cheese.

13 (weather and nature). What element best represents your character?

Air.

He can be as silent and delicate as a breeze or be as harmful and loud as a hurricane if he wants to. Also he can accomodate on every situation he encounters, he can adapt and help as is required.

Nicholas:

5 (community and relationships). Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help?

Edward, no doubts. He would look for Edward since he's the one he considers as his closest friend and family, then he would be dragged to the medical bay to be treated. And yes, he definitely gets chewed up by Jackson for not going with him to help him with a wound.

14 (mind, soul and body). Is there something secret your character longs to hear?

Yes, he wants to hear that someone tell him that they want to adopt him, legally speaking. He gives a fuck if he's already an adult, if it would be a pain in the ass or whatever. He just wants to be sure someone wants and like him enough to make him part of their family.

#ocs #oc #witch moment #thanks for asking <3

[hazbinextgeneration]

Demon Bride Ch14 Of Reading And Memories

(DISCLAIMERS AND IMPORTANT INFO!!!: EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'll be keeping it as SFW. Some backstories have been slightly altered for this particular story, and some characters cannonically dead or harmed is alive and well. I own nothing.

Credit to @flanelltees​ for the designs I based the demons off to look more demon-like with tails and pointed ears.

This story will be sfw, but there will be some blood, implied death, fighting, some gore mentioned, and a few other things that will be made aware by warnings. Pay attention to warnings at the top of any chapters just under the summery please.)

Once in the mountain villages it was a custom that once a year on the night of the new year's first moon, an unlucky young lady would be selected and left for the demons to become one of the unlucky few who married such a husband. In exchange for this offering the demons would protect the villages and leave the humans in peace. Until one day a powerful warrior drove the demons away freeing the humans of them. Now 2,000 years later, it's become a tradition that once a year, a new young lady would be picked and wait for her future husband to retrieve her from a shrine in the mountains. And now the lucky tradition would fall upon Y/n L/n. It would be her own turn to take on the tradition and not have to worry about demons. After all that part of the old tradition was just fake, made up by paranoid ancestors. Everyone knew demons didn't exist.

...Right

(WARNINGS!!!:Mentioning of reader's injuries also reader gets a papercut and a little bit of blood is shown, also mentioning of past abuse, death, killing, and past abusive homes considering the Spider Family. Kyogai does have a garden, it looks something like the picture linked below only a bit bigger. Also spider family is Rui's actual family for this au.)

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Demon Bride Ch 1 Thus It Begins

(WARNINGS AND DISCLAIMERS!!! EVERYONE in this story is in their early 20s-30s! This story will contain mentions of past abuse and death! I'l

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(SMALL UPDATE: Yeah. I realize this chapter is pretty later than most but irl stuff is happening that's making it a bit harder for me to get these out quick so chapters will be coming out much later. So here's what I'll be doing. I'll be writing a handful of chapters and them post them in a small bundle. Thanks everyone for their patience.

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"But it's strange Enmu would mention flowers." 

Your head briefly turned to the door as you heard Kaigaku's angry voice yell some kind of profanity you couldn't quite make out from down the halls before looking back to Kyogai. "Why would it be strange that excuse of man would mention flowers?"

You didn't think it was that strange this Enmu person would complain about the women around here wearing perfume. Yes it was a bit rude but everyone had different opinions on it. You yourself thought some perfumes were too strong which was why you never wore any...Aside from the fact that you were literally too poor to ever buy even the cheapest of perfumes. Plus there was mostly women servants here. Of course ladies were going to wear make up. But Kyogai only rose a confused brow in general.

"None of my servants wear perfume. In fact it's banned."

"Wait. Seriously?"

He nodded. "The scent attracts troublemakers to my home too often, and to be honest, it clogs my sense of smell which can be dangerous if an emergency were to arise. And I hate the thought of it! Perfume is no substitute for a good bath with soap!"

Well you kind of agreed with him on that part. "Then why would he mention perfume?"

Kyogai just waved you off casually. "Eh. Enmu spends a lot of time managing a train. Many humans and demons alike use it for travel, and many of them are women. He must have smelt it so many times, it's been ingrained within his insanity." With a gentle hand he patted your shoulder before standing back up. "Either way, we know what is wrong, and fortunately it is not as serious as I feared." He smiled at you happily. "You'll be able to walk again with no long term damage."

"Yes.." You slowly looked up at with a deep frown. "But now I'm expected to stay here for an entire extra month!?"

Kyogai blinked before giving a guilted look and clearing his throat. "W-Well...I mean-..You were planning on staying until this month is over and when mating season ends anyways."

"Yes. But that would've been just two weeks minimum, Kyogai. But now that man says I HAVE to stay for an extra three weeks!? Is that even needed!? You yourself said he's crazy."

"Enmu IS crazy," Kyogai clarified holding up his hands, "But he is mad in an annoying and perverse way. He is not crazy in a literal insanity seeing things that aren't really there way, no matter how much that seems to be the case. I do not usually take his words seriously but...I was not lying when I said he's very wise in medicine. If he says it's best for your health to stay here longer-..." He sighed. "Then I'm afraid it is out of my hands, and you have heard him. He will not return for a month's time, so he won't be able to give you another check up until then. You will have to wait, Y/n."

Your stomach and expression dropped. You'd have to spend an ENTIRE MONTH just-...Sitting down in a chair for days on end doing nothing!? By gods you'll go stir crazy! There was literally nothing you'd be able to do then! No walking around, no seeing others, no going outside- Just you being stuck again! ...At least your leg won't be stuck inside of a bucket of cold water anymore. That was the most annoying part of this entire ordeal. With the glass jar Enmu handed him in one hand, Kyogai excused himself out of the room with the excuse of making sure Kaigaku didn't try to start a fight with Enmu and making sure the small man didn't try anymore of his tricks. But he made sure to send Eri back to you as soon as she was finished cleaning the spilt bucket of water, and she seemed fairly concerned about your wellbeing as well. Fretting and looking almost panicked when she came running in. All four eyes blown wide open in concern.

"Mistress Y/n!," she practically broke more of your bones in her grip as two hands grabbed your shoulders and another pair grabbed your cheeks. "Are you ok?! Lord Enmu didn't do anything to you did he!? I'm so sorry I wasn't able to help you more."

You practically had to shove Eri off you before she released your poor body. "I'm FINE!," you stressed with a hiss from your sore cheeks, "And I don't get why everyone's so worried about him seeing me. Isn't he supposed to be a doctor?"

"Well...yes. But Lord Enmu's known for being a pervert despite actually knowing about human medicine."

You ended up staring at her for a solid ten seconds. "...WHAT!?"

"Yes. I'm surprised you didn't know."

"HOW was I supposed to know that!?"

"....Ooooh. Oh right. I keep forgetting you're not from around here, so you actually wouldn't know about him."

You face palmed after that.

Well what now? The same things as always, starting the very next day. Minus the constant buckets of water, you found yourself starting to get bored just sitting and talking to Eri all day. As much fun as it was to talk to Eri no matter how delightful she was, you were really starting to feel very bad stir crazy. But you did get some break from it when you read the thick book of stories both to yourself and out loud to Eri. You hadn't gotten much chance to read a lot of stories growing up despite your grandmother teaching you how to read and write from a young age and having a small (barely qualified-) library in your small village, being too busy with many things. Taking care of your elderly grandmother and barely qualified small farm, and of course working your way through that debt that always loomed over your head.  So you didn't have much time for such things growing up, but now you guessed was a good enough time to do so. Your foot also felt better and better slowly day by day as January slowly started coming to a close until later when out of curiosity you asked Eri, and she confirmed that January would be over in another three days. My. How time flew. But one good thing would come from that at least you wouldn't have to worry about anymore irrational men bothering you-

SLAM!!!

The book you were holding fell from your hands startled from the sliding door to a room being slammed open with enough force to rattle the doorway and make the sound echo out into the hallway. Luckily Eri wasn't here at the moment, otherwise she would've most likely fallen onto you from peering over your shoulder at the book like she usually did, and toppled the both of you over.

"SOMEONE GET ME SOME DAM FOOD!!," an angry voice raged from the hallway just outside your door making you snap your head to it, "AND THEN LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!! I DON'T WANT TO BE BOTHERED!!"

Speaking of irrational men-

There was a few stomps followed by a yet another equally as loud slamming noise signaling a door had been slammed closed. Ah. Right. You forgot that Kaigaku's room was literally right across from yours, so you'd be able to hear any yelling and raving he decided to do. Great. His muttering was so loud you could faintly hear his mumbling through both your doors, so either his voice was always very loud or these walls were very thin. Sigh. Oh well. You just had to remember.

This wasn't permanent. 

Sure. You might have to stay here for a little longer than you wanted to, but in the end you'll be out of here still. It was only a matter of time, and as much as that Enmu man was strange, he was also right. It wouldn't be good on your ankle if you pushed yourself too much or too hard so soon. It would be better to lie low and just let your ankle heal for now-

"DAM IT!! WHERE'S MY SWORD POLISH!?''

  You glanced back towards the door with a deadpanned face.

Yes. It was temporary but it would surely be a llooooonngg month ahead of you. But surely you'll be able to withstand him for the time being. Surely-

"My lady, will you please tell me again why you're insisting on carrying on like this? I must look ridiculous I must say."

"Because I want some fresh air for once! And Kaigaku's yells are getting on my nerves!''

That's it! You've had it! YOU COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! Kaigaku has been here for most of this week! How did you know if you rarely ever left your room? Simple enough. You heard him. Did that numbskull ever sleep!? You swore it was like he had a built it inferno that kept him blasting that fiery temper all the time. When you were trying to eat he'd make a sound so loud, you ended up dropping more than one tray over yourself in a startle. Poor Eri had to more than once take you to the women's bath for an emergency clean because you'd spill it all over yourself. You had to end up having Eri look to see if Kaigaku was nearby before you ate anything in order to make sure you wouldn't end up accidentally spilling it on yourself. Not to mention the inconvenient times he kept you up in the middle of the night AND day! Whenever you tried to sleep he'd be awake for so long it'd take forever before you could actually fall asleep. He'd wake up so early that you couldn't even sleep in before Eri fetched you for breakfast. You had asked Eri if maybe Kyogai could talk to Kaigaku and make him quiet it down, but unfortunately it seemed the odds were against you.

"I can try- I mean..Lord Kyogai can try, but with Lord Kaigaku being of higher rank, he doesn't have to listen to my lord. So even if he did tell him to be silent, he most likely wouldn't."

There goes that hope. Sigh. Well you couldn't take it anymore! You NEEDED some form of peace and quiet. Even if you had to have Eri carry you to get it! You rather quickly learnt there was a garden area within the back of the mansion, fenced off of course to the rest of the forest so no outsiders could get in, but a garden nonetheless. It sounded perfect! So you asked Eri about it and she confirmed it was in fact a real garden and that it was open to all the in the mansion which included you! Wonderful! With Kaigaku being angry around the mansion, then maybe you'd get SOME kind of peace and quiet outside. So early one morning, you took Eri aside and talked her into (forced her-) to agree to take you to the garden that very morning. She of course was against the idea but in the end you convinced her (otherwise you would've crawled there yourself. Which lead to the now, with Eri bridal carrying you towards a section of the mansion you haven't seen before. Some other passing servants gave you a brief glance but it seems everyone had gotten used to your presence because most just ignored Eri, going around on their own merry way with whatever work they were tasked with. 

 "Well if you ask me, it's a bit troubling. What if you trip?"

"What's so bad about going outside? Fresh air is good for you," you countered back holding up your hand, "It's also more peaceful outside and less stress would be good for me too." You gripped onto the large book harder as Eri nimbly squeezed past someone nearly making you lose grip onto the large thing. You hadn't yet finished it due to the amount of times you fell asleep awkwardly on the chair due to Kaigaku keeping you up at random hours of the night. You were feeling alright today, so maybe you'd be able to actually start reading it again. The stories were actually starting to get really good! "It's actually better than having me just sit in that stuffy room all day."

Eri hummed in thought while walking. "You're not wrong. It would be good on your weaker body to avoid stress until Lord Enmu arrives back."

You decided not to be offended by her words and just be glad you convinced her of something nice. What felt like forever of Eri walking was only in reality maybe another five or six minutes before she stopped in front of a rather unusual large sliding door which made you raise a brow upon first seeing it. It was much larger than all the other sliding doors you've seen and heavier, but you didn't get to question Eri about it as she just reached one of her many hands over to it and with a small noise, it began to just slide open until the both of you were exposed to a wave of warm air washing over the both of you. The likes of which you hadn't felt in quite a few days, the feeling of warm air suddenly blowing over your body, as well as the sudden flash of light everywhere made your body shiver and your eyes close for only a moment, hand raised up to block out that light in a failed attempt. Your natural instincts made you blink away the brought splotches and dots of light until f/c eyes were able to get used to said warm light, allowing them to see what was in front of them. And you let your eyes wonder in awe at the sight in front of you. 

It was a garden.

A very well, very beautiful, very peaceful looking garden.

It was bigger than you expected, but also a lot smaller than you thought a rich demon such as Kyogai would have. Beautifully green grass was trimmed very neatly, and looked soft enough to use as a bed in it's own right, stretching along the outside of the house until it stopped right next to a line of rocks which separated the garden into two sections. Within the grassy section was a beautiful small stream just big enough to be considered one which lead to a pond about the size of your old one room home. The clear blue water sparkled as the sunlight reflected off it's surface, and reflections of the not-yet blooming flower bushes surrounding the pond beamed at themselves. You were sure the sight would be even more beautiful when the bushes eventually bloomed later once they fully wakened from the long cold. Eri didn't say anything to your reaction but stepped down once from the building and onto the ground below before turning and began walking off towards something. You on the other hand kept looking around. There was a small red bridge stationed over the small stream for everyone who didn't feel like jumping over the small stream, and the entire garden was surrounded by a thick brick wall so high that it might've been bigger than the mansion's walls themselves, and on top of those were metal spikes jutting up from the top. Strange, but maybe that was for any intruders trying to scale the wall. A small line of rocks devided the garden in two sections. One being the showy garden Eri was carrying you through, and the other looked more like an actual fruit and vegetable garden. Having a few raised beds sticking out from the ground, as well as a few of the men servants using a couple gardening hoes as well as one pulling a plow as a horse or ox would. They were the only ones besides you out here so, out of pure curiosity, you pointed them out to Eri taking a break from your awe. 

"Those men. What are they doing?"

Eri hummed and gave the briefest of glances over her shoulder- "Oh! Them. They are preparing the garden to be used once the air becomes stable warm."

"I had no idea you grew your own food."

"Oh yes. We grow most of what we eat and hunt the rest from the forest, although we do import some things if my Lord wishes it." She finally stopped and you yelped when you were suddenly placed down on what must've been the softest grass you had ever felt in your life and Eri leaned you against something hard but cold feeling. "There you are. You should find this comfortable."

You blinked up at her before twisting your head upwards behind yourself, and saw that you were leaning against a thin but old looking tree. A-...A cherry blossom tree perhaps? But like the flowering bushes, it hadn't bloomed or budded yet. Completely Barran of any usually pretty pink petals. 

"It seems that nothing has blossomed yet."

"I'm not actually sure if this tree will actually bloom this year, My Lady," Eri sighed before leaning back up and crossing all four of her arms, "It is a very old tree I'm afraid and the gardeners were barely able to bring it to life last year as it was. Lord Kyogai's concerned that he might have to end up replacing it. Hopefully with something less messy. The visage is beautiful but raking up all the fallen leaves has it's annoyance, but then again that's usually what the gardener is for. He's usually the one who keeps the garden in keep and in charge of the food growing."

Kyogai has a personal-...No. You shook your head. You shouldn't be surprised by now. If Kyogai was such nobility by demon standards to have not only a giant mansion and servants, then you shouldn't be surprised that he would also have a personal gardener as a part of those servants. But something about what Eri said next made you pause and look at her.

"It's still a bit chilly for a human to be out, so we shouldn't stay out here for too long. I'm also a bit anxious as it's the last day of courting season, that's when some men become more desperate. But you should be safe within the walls of the garden. The spines along it are made of pure nichirin, so no one would dare try to enter even if they were stupid enough to cross a Lord."

"Ah. Yes, today is the last day of January isn't it? Good." At least you wouldn't have to worry about that after today. But now that she brought that up- You took a moment to look over at the few demon men whom still worked. They might've looked up to glance at the two of you, but went back to minding their own business. Like the many lady servants, they also had many inhuman features like insane colored hair, or animal like traits to them, or something as simple as just having a pair of horns on their head. But what caught your attention was that..Well. Was the fact that you didn't catch their attention. Obviously if you pointed out that fact, anyone would've brushed you off because why would they pay attention to you when they had work to do? Or that it could be explained that they had gotten used to a human living temporarily with them for the moment. But you couldn't help but wonder something very obvious to you. "Eri." She hummed and you pointed at the working men. "Who are those men?"

"They are just more servants. Why?"

"How come they aren't acting like the men who chased me in here in the first place?..In fact, how are Kyogai and Kaigaku a-and those others not acting like crazed lunatics?!" That had been something that had been on your mind a bit in the background but it never got to the forefront of your brain until now. "Wouldn't they also try to find a companion?"

Eri blinked before smiling and assuring you with a wave of her hand. "Oh! You need not worry about that! Lord Kyogai would never allow someone like that within his walls. All the men in his servitude are all married to one of the women here, so they have no need to seek something like that." You breathed out a sigh of relief at that small good news. At least something good was happening in your long list of bad fortunes. "And you needn't worry about any of the lords. As far as I know, none are very interested in taking any wives."

You blinked lightly surprised by her words. "Really? Why is that?"

She shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea. They're all too busy serving our Master to think about such things I suppose. The only lord I know who's been married is Lord Hantengu but I haven't heard very much about anything else, and frankly.." She rose a brow at you. "I don't think it is any of our business to know what our lords are up to in their personal lives. They are entitled to their own privacy aren't they?"

Well when Eri put it like that, she did have a solid point. You weren't going to be staying here anyways so you shouldn't dig into these demons' private lives anyways. It didn't concern you and it wasn't any of your business. It would make things easier for everyone to just mind your own business until you were allowed to leave. With a nod you just simply reopened the book to where you thought you left off last, and gestured with one hand next to you on the beautifully cut grass. Eri beamed instantly and obliged immediately sitting down with a small thud. 

"Well then, shall I continue where we left off the other day?"

"Oh yes please! I believe you were reading the story about the human and fell in love with the demon prince!"

"Oh yes! Now where was I?" F/c eyes scanned the paper before catching one sentence. "Here we go."

The music of the giant ballroom gently flowed throughout and between the beautiful decorations wrapped around the walls. The way the candles lit up the surroundings and made the shadows beautifully dance against the walls. The way the smell of delicious food and flowers wafted through the air. The beautiful music mixing with the laughter and talking of the guests around the whole place. It was almost like a dream. Everyone having a great time behind their masked faces, no one telling who they were or maybe that was all part of the game. The fun of not knowing who you were speaking too and being able to be your own person tonight. But maybe she wasn't meant to join the fun and laughter that everyone else seemed to be having. Being maskless and alone wondering the ball was the lonely fate of the girl in the flowing white dress. Blindly walking and circles, moving around. The sounds, the smells, the atmosphere. It was starting to make her dizzy. Everyway she'd turn she would catch a glimpse of a man with beautiful eyes.

Very familiar eyes. Her dizzied mind knew not to be afraid or excited about the way it gazed and pierced her soul. The way he looked at her with those beautiful eyes. Promising only trouble ahead. Well maybe she was looking for trouble, her head was kept on a swivel, always looking around herself in the see of masked laughter. Sometimes she'd catch a glimpse of it or maybe it was just her clouded emotional mind. At this point she didn't know if she was searching for him or trying to ensure she was far from him. But however she put it, the circles and laughter was starting to get dizzier and dizzier. She barely noticed when someone tall and with a mask, bowed to her. Grabbed her hand. And lead her to dance. Maybe it was because she was temporarily blinded by the mask upon his face, or the swirls of the graceful dance they spun. But there was no mistaking those red eyes. Perhaps she was crazy. Perhaps her dizzy mind was clouding any judgement. Maybe she was under some kind of spell from those beautiful eyes. But when those fangs smiled at her-

She smiled back.

January passed by within a blink of an eye and soon the first few days of February began as did your own personal journey of building your strength back up. You had decided then and there that you had wasted enough time just sitting around and had started walking again, but slowly. Your ankle didn't hurt anymore by now but you weren't really ready to start running or jumping just yet, and you wouldn't risk hurting yourself again. But you also reasoned that you had to build strength back in your body specifically your legs if you wanted to continue treading around the mountain again. You'd need it actually. Of course Eri had been against the idea and insisted she could just easily carry you but you refused.

"I can walk perfectly fine by myself. I may not be as strong as you but I'm not weak by any means."

"B-But Lord Enmu said to stay off your legs for a few more weeks-"

"No. He specifically said to not walk on it for another week and to take it easy for a few more weeks after, and I've done exactly what he said. And I won't allow you to carry me anymore, I need to start rebuilding my body's strength."

"But Lord Kyogai told me to specifically look after you until Lord Enmu comes back!," she whined making you sigh.

"You can still look after me! I'm not making you quit. I'm just doing what must be done." 

Eri sighed in relief as she still walked after you making you roll your eyes making your way back towards the garden. It wasn't even the first week into February and it was still a bit nippy outside, but you found yourself wondering back to the garden book under your arm with Eri in tow. You missed the sunshine and the feeling of being outside out of that stuffy room of yours. Kaigaku had also taken off not too long ago so you had gotten at least two nights of good rest thank goodness, but you didn't know when he would be back and start up a fuss again. You hadn't seen much of Kyogai either. Eri had said he'd been rather busy with work and rather not be bothered if it wasn't important. You respected that. Poor guy probably had enough on his plate as it was, he didn't you further troubling him. However that didn't mean you were going to be demon free for too long. One day you went to the garden as usual after Eri had given you breakfast and the both of you had settled down once again by the tree happily able to continue on through the book. By now you had finished it and had read most stories outload to Eri, but you both enjoyed re-reading them together. However. This time. Was different. Because after a while of just sitting there, you had felt eyes on you- Well eyes other than Eri. But when you looked, no one other than Eri was there looking at you. ...Hm. Odd. But oh well. It was probably just your imagination. Or it would've been if the next day the same thing didn't happen again. Again the same feeling came over you and you looked up again not seeing anything at first, before looking to the sliding door leading back inside the mansion. There was a small crack in the door just enough for someone to peek out and you just caught a glimpse of a white blur quickly dashing away from sight. The sight made you blink and stare at where it disappeared from making Eri after a few seconds raise a brow and turn her eyes behind her towards the large sliding door as well. After a few seconds of not seeing anything, she turned back to you confused. 

"What are you staring at?"

Your response was to point at the door. "There was someone spying on us from the door." That response sure got Eri to spin her head right around again. Your brow furrowed. "And I think they were spying on us yesterday as well."

"That's not suspicious at all...Did you see who it was?"

You shook your head no. "No. But whomever they were, they were quick."

Eri hummed and narrowed all four of her eyes at the now vacant door. "...Well don't worry about that too much. I'll certainly take care of it all. "

"What are you planning on doing?"

"Do not worry about that, Mistress. Rest assured that come tomorrow, we will see who's attempting to spy their little eyes on you."

You were not sure what exactly Eri had planned and you were going to have to wait until the next day to find out. The next day did come and when Eri brought you breakfast you asked her about it but all she said was-

"Do not worry about it."

Again the both of you went through the routine of going to the garden and taking up your usual spots- Or at least you did. You were surprised when you saw Eri hanging back in front of the door, deliberately leaving the giant wooden door open a crack on purpose. 

"Eri. What are you doing?"

"Don't worry about it. Just act as if nothing usual is happening and don't draw attention to me," she said before crossing all of her arms and positioning herself in such a way that if anyone stood in front of the crack, she could see them but they couldn't see her leaning against the door-

Oh...OH!! She was planning on a small ambush surprise for your little spier whoever they were.  But there was no guarantee that they would come back again after you caught them the other day, but again you were wrong. Because not even twenty minutes of you sitting there, slightly anxious and pretending to read while taking glances at Eri and the door out of the corners of your eyes, something did happen. Small footsteps approached the door making Eri's ears perk up and make all eyes slowly trail towards the door, eyes narrowing. The small pitter patter of footsteps slowly making their way across from the other side of the door and Eri's head slowly followed them until the figure they belonged too stopped just outside the door one step away from the crack she deliberately left open. Anyone could literally peek out and see the outside if they really wanted to, and anyone with half a brain could see this was obviously a trap to catch the peeping person, but she guessed whoever this was wasn't too smart because she clearly saw someone as pale as snow step towards the crack. And that's when you heard it as clear as day-

S L A M!!!

The sound of a very heavy and hard door being slammed open with the force of ten grown men easily followed by the sounds of two high pitched screams. The screaming made you jump, the book tumbling from your hands and onto the grass below with a soft thud. The screams also made the few male servants working the garden pause in their work and turn their gazes over towards the direction of where they came from.

"So it's YOU TWO!!" You blinked and finally looked over to where the voices were coming from. Eri was standing in the doorway, back to you and hands on her hips glaring downwards at-..at..something as she spoke. "What in the Master's name do you think you're doing!?" She demanded at something. "Skulking around and spying on someone like a burglar! Didn't your mother teach either of you any manners at all!?"

....You stood up and began walking towards Eri.

"My lady is still recovering from a traumatic incident! She doesn't need to be bothered, and she absolutely doesn't need to be stalked by two little troublemakers-"

"Eri!" Said demon turned her head to you as you approached. "What's going..."

Your words died on your tongue as your vision caught ahold of a rather peculiar sight, and your eyes widened. There were two children in front of both of you!! But they weren't...human children. They didn't look human at all. Both of them looked to be no older than maybe twelve or thirteen years of age at the most, and each of them were as pale white as snow. All the way through, from their hair all the way down to their feet. The only parts of their bodies that weren't snow white you saw was their eyes which were more of a dull gray and their nails as they held one another tightly, their nails were a strange greenish-grey in coloring. Even their kimonos were almost all white in coloring. But perhaps the strangest feature about them were the red dots dotting their bodies. Both children had them, but each one had a different pattern to them. Odd. They also had slightly different hairstyles. If it weren't for the different hairstyles and red dot patterns, they'd probably be an exact mirror copy of one another. But that wasn't the worst thing about the situation. Both girls were cowering, holding one another, and shaking lightly in fear- And not regular fear. Not slightly scared like how a child would be if their mother caught them with their hand in a cookie jar, more as if they were absolutely terrified at the mere sight of you two staring at them. It's what made you pause in the first place. Stunning you with such an extreme emotion on their faces. Although...Oddly....They somehow looked familiar to you. There was a small pause in silence as the four of you stared at each other until you looked back at Eri.

"Eri...Who are these people?"

Eri blinked before shaking her head and frowning back down at the girls. "They are refuges from farther into the mountains. They came to stay with us just a little before you showed up, but I didn't expect them to be lurking around the corner spying on us!" Both flinched at her harsh to-

"Eri, stop it! You're scaring them!," your voice spoke in such a firm tone that it actually caught the other woman off guard from your frown and narrowed eyes. 

"I-..W-What?"

"I said you're scaring them. Look!" You gestured a hand at them. "They're trembling more than a hairless bear in winter! You're obviously frightening them with your tone, so be silent." Eri opened her mouth at you-...but closed it when you ignored her in favor of the two children in front of you. Their expressions didn't change even when you smiled at them. "Hello there." You spoke in the calmest, gentlest voice you could muster before kneeling, slowly as to not startle them further. "So you two were the ones watching me? If you just wanted to say hi to me you didn't have to hide." You smiled wider. "I don't bite."

The two's expression still didn't change from that seemingly permanent frightened look which made you frown a bit. Did Eri scare them that badly? Yes, she was a bit harsh but you didn't think her scolding was that harsh all things considering. ...Wait. A sudden thought crossed your mind. Eri mentioned before that not all demons spoke or understood the human language. Could it be possible that these two didn't either?

"....Eri," you turned your head to her, "Ask them why they were watching us."

She scoffed. "I just did-"

"I mean in a way they can understand." ...She rose a brow at you. "You mentioned some of your kind can't speak human language right? Like how you can't read it." You pointed at them. "We've been speaking my tongue, but maybe they can't understand what we're talking about."

It was like someone literally slapped Eri across the face with reality because the face she gave you was one of stupor before she responded again. "O-Oh. Oh! Right. T-That's possible. Allow me. *ahem*" 

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath-...You blinked as what you could only describe as a high pitched whine left her throat followed by a series of grunt noises and ended in some kind of blunt gurgle. ...Was that seriously supposed to be another language? But to your surprise, one of the girls did respond. The one who had bangs responded in a series of clacking noises from repeatedly snapping her teeth together although it was a bit shaky from the fact that her body still trembled from fear. 

"What did she say?", you asked giving Eri a look.

Eri's expression changed from annoyed to lightly surprised slowly raising a brow. "She said they heard you reading telling stories and wanted to listen. Hmph. If you ask me, they could've just asked you instead of acting like a pair of spies. Aren't spiders supposed to be the ones who're supposed to trap others?"

"Really now?" You decided to ignore Eri's other comments and smile at the two again. "If that's the case, then I'd be happy to read to you too if that's what you both really want." You guessed they must've did understand you on some level because both gave you a look of surprise at the blatant offer. "But Eri is right. If you wanted to just listen, you could've just asked me. Don't go around spying on people. Where are your parents?"

"Here!"

The sudden raspy voice had Eri jumping and the lot of you turning your heads in unison- HISS!! You yelped and practically threw yourself backwards in instinct as a large white figure came stomping up towards you, and you had to blink in order to register what it was. A rather tall woman was suddenly kneeling before you and...She looked EXACTLY like the two children! White as snow, dull gray eyes, murky green colored nails, and strangest of all those weird red dot patterns. She looked like an exact mirror copy of the children, except for the fact that she was obviously older (if you had to guess she looked somewhere around her late thirties) and had longer hair and the red dot patterns on her body was different than the two children's. She made a deep hissing noise grabbing one of the children by the shoulders and chittering away with strange sounds that only a demon could make-

"M-M-M-My lord!!" You blinked again as Eri immediately bowed and you blinked looking over at her before looking forward to stare at what she was bowing at.

....Uh oh-

You spotted a pair of legs and followed them upwards towards a..Drum? And just above the drum was a pair of blue and red narrowed eyes staring down at you with a highly unimpressed look on his face. He didn't look very delighted seeing you sitting there. Uh oh. Were you in trouble.

"I might be a little slow on everything that happens here, but I'm not blind enough to see what's in front of me. So let me ask you all a question. WHY is the human sitting in the middle of the hallway and not in her room recovering!?," he demanded snapping his gaze to Eri who flinched.

"Don't yell at her!" He seemed very surprised when you immediately stood up and frowned at him, crossing your arms. 

"Y-Y/n! Y-You're leg-"

"Is just FINE!,'' you finished for him making him be quiet for a moment, "It doesn't hurt and I can walk on it fine! And it was my idea to go into the garden, so don't yell at Eri when it was my idea. She's been taking care of me just fine thank you very much."

"I-I-.."He opened his mouth-..then closed it with a sigh and a hand reaching up to rub at his face. "Me. These things always have to happen to me. Don't they?...Why were you in the garden?" His eyes stared tiredly at you from his hand. 

"Because I'm tired of just sitting on a chair inside a mostly empty room all day only to do the same thing over again the next day. It's tiresome, and being outside has more benefits for my health anyways. Let's face it, Kyogai. My leg won't regain it's strength back if I don't use it."

"What were you even doing in the garden?"

"I was telling Eri stories?"

He looked surprised. "Wha-..Stories?" You nodded and he hummed. "That is...A rather unusual way to pass the time, but I suppose human stories would be quite entertaining to her."

"They're not human stories, I was reading them from a book we found."

Another flash this time of shock as he stopped and uncharacteristically stared at you silently. "...Did you just say that..You were reading stories from a book? You found?"

you nodded before turning to Eri and asking her to get it for you. Said demon lady looked up from her nervous bow to the shocked Kyogai then to you then back to Kyogai before just turning and running off back into the garden. A few seconds later she returned with the giant, thickly papered book in her hands and handed it into your outstretched hands before you held it up in full view of Kyogai to see. He froze, eyes going comically wide at the object in your hands. He seemed to be in absolute shock for a moment before his hands reached up in a half grabbing motion towards the book before again pausing, looking at you, opening and closing his mouth, before just staring at you further still in seeming shock.

"I-....W-W-Where did you find this!?," he demanded in a half shocked half lightly angry tone.

"One of your servants found while cleaning and gave me it to read," you answered without saying it was Nagi who actually gave it to you. Maybe it'd spare her some trouble. "It's been really entertaining so far. I like the stories written in it."

"You DO?!"

You nodded again smiling back down towards the children and their mother gently. "These two just wanted to listen to me reading it. If their mother allows it, then they can come by tomorrow and I'll gladly read to them."

"I-...Y-You..." He still seemed to be dumbfounded staring at you unbelievingly. "....You really like it?"

"Um..Yes. Are you alright?"

He opened his mouth..but closed it before quickly turning with a cough. "Fine then. You all may continue to d-do what you were, but w-when you're finished with that book I want YOU personally to return it to me." He waved a hand behind him as he somewhat quickly left making some kind of teeth clattering noise with his teeth.

"...What did he say at the end there?," you asked turning to Eri who shrugged.

"He was telling the mother to keep a closer eye on her daughters." She raised an eyebrow at said mother and children whom were semi-fretting over one another. She sighed. "Those two are always wondering off from her, so Lord Kyogai must've been helping her find them...Again."

"Oh." You watched Kyogai until he quickly disappeared around a corner. What was that about? Before you turned to the mother ignoring you in favor of her children. "..Who is she anyways?"

Another sigh. "The children's mother and another survivor."

"What are they even hiding from?"

"A month or two ago, there was battle between some family clans deeper in the mountains. Very bloody or so I was told." Eri shrugged. "I wasn't told much of what happened. The woman and her children-" She gestured one of her four hands at the mother who was now seeming to scold said girls and tugging on their clothes to get them to move. "-from what I understand, did not come from the kindest family and took the chance to flee here."

Eri's sentence made your f/c eyes widen and look back to the poor frantic woman and the two children whom had at least stopped trembling for now. "T-...T-That's horrible!"

Eri just bluntly nodded. "You should've seen when she first arrived here. She practically threw herself at Lord Kyogai's feet and wouldn't let go of him until he agreed to take her in."

"What's going to happen to them?"

"Well, they could remain here and work as it's safe, but our Master already made arrangements for them to be sent to work in Lord Douma's estate once it's reconstruction is finished."

"....Who and what?" You rose a brow.

"Lord Douma is one of the most powerful Lords of our lands, he's responsible for convincing most of the humans in my Master's lands to move to his ever growing provinces, but lately he's gotten an increase of followers moving to his estate, thus it must go under construction to be able to accommodate the influx in humans."

A flash of something crossed your face. "Wait. Isn't that the same man you mentioned your parents might've tried to marry you off to?"

She nodded with a grimace. "Yes, but I'm lucky given my circumstances. However more humans and a bigger estate will mean more servants appointed to him. The mother and her children are to be transferred from Lord Kyogai's servitude to Lord Douma's once the estate has been settled. Although I can't say I envy their positions."

"Is it that bad?"

"In some ways, many people consider Lord Douma worse than Lord Enmu and I'll keep it as that. ...Although there will be benefits to living there. Only a truly stupid man would risk trying to bring any harm to such an important place that's so heavily guarded. I'd hate to say it, but his Eternal Paradise Estate has better security than the Tsuzumi Mansion."

"When will they be going?"

"I do not know. I just know that Lord Akaza will the one who will be coming to escort them to his residence. Do not worry. Lord Akaza's very gentle to women."

That didn't make you feel better but this didn't concern you nor was there anything you could do about it, besides you wouldn't be here for too long anyways. The next day rolled around, and you found yourself again wondering to the garden with Eri behind you, but you were lightly surprised when you received three little visitors not ten minutes after sitting down. Two little children walking out the door and their mother heavily reluctantly following behind. It took Eri literally translating back and forth between herself and you to explain to her what exactly was going on. In the end, the mother still seemed very reluctant but ended up just sitting close to the children whom happily sat down near you but shot weary looks at Eri. Understandable after the scare she gave them yesterday. But the worries seemed to melt away as soon as you opened the book to the first page and started rereading the first story out loud to them. 

The thistles sent sweet kisses to the wind as midnight's blessing graced the world closely when the sun sets down for a long rest as her sister, the moon, takes her place. Shining her own light down on the world full of darkness, filling the abyss full of life of creatures who shun away the day's gifts-

It was a sweet few hours watching the widened awe on the children's faces and their mother's curious head tilts, but she seemed content to have her children finally in one place. Story after story you slowly read outload to them, once and a while Eri would chitter something and you assumed it was her translating something they didn't understand because they looked to her when she spoke before turning back to you without saying anything else. Then it happened. You were just turning a page when a small spike of pain pinched the tip of your finger making you wince and look at it.

"Ow!" You paused in your page turning to look at your finger as a small droplet of red appeared. ...And you frowned annoyed. "Great. I have a papercut." 

"Oh! Wait here." Eri was already getting up to point at the door. "I have an ointment that'll heal it right up."

"A papercut's not that big of a deal, Eri."

"Maybe not, but it gives me something to do other than repeatedly translate for you, and I haven't really done anything remotely interesting since you gave Lord Enmu that thrashing."

Well you suppose she did have a point, she must've been as bored as you with the repetitiveness of everything. So you let her go before turning back to the children, one of which (the one with the bangs) pointed at your hand and have a cat-ish like noise in question but you waved her off.

"It's just a papercut, so don't worry. I'll be fine. Let's just continue the story while we wait for Eri, she's already heard this one anyways."

You continued on reading for the next few minutes, ignoring the light sting of your papercut. Stupid paper! Too concentrated on reading to the small snow colored demon family. Hm. Perhaps that was why you never noticed the other figure approaching until the girls squealed out in fright suddenly and you looked up just as a black nailed hand snatched up your wrist and two blue and black eyes pierced into your purple ones.

"You...Your blood...It smells of peach blossoms....I like that."

#Kamanue #kamanue x reader #Gyutaro #gyutaro x reader #demon slayer #douma #douma x reader #enmu #enmu x reader #daki #kokushibo #kokushibo x reader #sekido #sekido x reader #aizetsu x reader #aizetsu #urogi #urogi x reader #karaku x reader #Karaku #zohakuten #hantengu clones #hantengu x reader #hantengu #Hantengu's clones x reader #Hantengu's clones #kaigaku x reader #kaigaku #Rui #kyogai x reader

[kingabezka]

.. I think I saw the signs for dst awhile ago. Something about the change of a less sketchy dark artstyle, something about losing indie game status, something about this sole focus upon endgame content and less about the surviving, making a life in a harsh world aspect.

It ate me alive, seeing that lunar island update but the eldritch horror that could have contrasted against the horror of Them being more.. cartoon dimmed down for boss fights and "hurry hurry, get to endgame content, rush through the actual survival aspect, no time to smell the roses you need to mega base and meta play just to get to all this New Stuff!!-"

.. One can only go so far with creating ideas and expanding as much as one can when the canon game has begun to feel... more of a game than a story.

I used to play dst constantly. At some point a few years ago, every time I tried to play I'd get. Tired out after a couple of days. I'm still trying, because the thought of mapping the island, putting little mini camps around and having a garden and a beefalo and a gated spot for pet rabbits and gobblers sounds nice, maybe go cave diving or sailing every once in awhile - but none of that is endgame boss content, so none of that is what Klei wants for their game.

I don't know. I don't want to give up, but.. I'm not the target audience anymore. I can only hold on for so long when I miss my memories of playing the game than actually playing the game itself...

As I talked with someone about this, in private and not on the forums, they worded it pretty much perfectly:

"Klei is filtering out the players who made their game popular and who the game was originally created for."

We've done our part. We've spent the money, we showed our friends, we were part of the community. Now that they can, they will replace the door that required you to have the motivation and certain dedication in order to get through, with wider and easier to get through door that at the same time won't let the previous people through. I've been playing for less than 3 years, and even I can see that by opening the game to "casual" players (I mean people who do not want to put effort in order to have fun. I don't mean that as an insult. I'm a casual player in many games. I hate the new content in Minecraft precisely because it was always about going into a cave and mining iron, sometimes on peaceful mode because I just wanted to relax, and the Warden and all that nonsense is trying to make me fight and upgrade my armor constantly, which is not what I want to do. Let's not talk about it.) Klei is making a game that lacks the things original players wanted.

I mentioned this on the forums, but the game DST is becoming already exists. There's plenty of games where you complete little goals to win the game. DS was one of the very few games on the market that offered you the Intrinsic Motivation gameplay. People making megabases were the perfect example. There was nothing making them stay in their world. But they chose to anyway. And then you could do this whole experience in multiplayer. I don't know any other game that will grant me this experience. With a beautiful style, music and lore. With deep and fascinating characters. With un-invasive monetization style.

The fact it's not just this update, but several updates over the years that made singular people leave, one by one, is both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because some of us could enjoy the game for a little bit longer. A curse, because you just feel so alone when you realize this game is no longer for you.

I'm sorry Anon we have to go through this. I wish we lived in a world where art is created to be art, not to be sold.

[burnedpages]

hurt and heart break are completely different. and you never realize that until you experience both.

betrayl is the worst kind of heartbreak.

I thought this person and I were going to make it until the very end.

they told me they would never hurt me or do the things that my exs did to me in the past..

they lied.

they told me that they were in love with me. that they couldn't picture spending their life with anybody else... but if that were true, I wouldn't be sitting here feeling like this every day.

if that were true, I wouldn't be sitting at work writing this right now.

if that were true, we would have been dating for over a month now...

we were happy...

at least i thought we were.

we had so much planned.

we had so many dreams.

and then within a blink of an eye, that all changed...

not talking to them every day has got to be the hardest thing I've ever done.

putting my foot down for myself instead of making room for another heart ache, is the hardest thing I've ever had to fucking do.

its my first time doing it, and im not mentally handling it well at all.

I hate that i love them.

I hate that i want to hate them, but no matter how hard I try- i can't.

I hate how happy I was with you, because on your side it was never true.

you say I have no reason to believe anything you say anymore, that's a fact.

and I cannot base a relationship off of that.

I cannot begin a relationship that's already put me through pain before it even officially started.

I dont want to treat you badly. hit you, spit on you etc.. thats not who I am.

you know that I didnt move on yet, because that's who I am. you just wanted to hear me say it.

I dont jump from person to person to distract myself because I don't want to be alone.

I dont even have people in my inbox trying because everybody knows I ghost anyways.

everything reminds me of them.

a song, a random smell, a show, a movie, a post.

I went to the gas station on lunch a few days ago and saw single roses, and my first instinct was to get one- then I realized I had nobody to get it for.

valentines day is coming up, and yet again it'll be a depressing one. doctors appointment, and then clocking in at 4.

I just wanted to be loved how I love.

I wanted to be loved how I was told I was going to be loved.

how i deserve to be loved.

you reached out, and now I have to start all over.

messages saying you're a fuck up and regret everything does not fix anything.

and then to disrespect me by misgendering me in the same breath??

im glad they're sober, but they still did what they did.

and I dont have time or room in my life to put myself through this again.

I need happiness. positivity. love. light. honesty. loyalty. if thats not being given, then I can't give in.

and thats heart breaking because at the end of the day, I'm always going to want them.

maybe some day someone will say they love me and actually love me. and show up for me like I show up for them..

but I wanted it to be you...

[brutal-nemesis]

Paint a gift of flowers black 😈

I painted it red if that’s okay (*/ω＼*)

Ingredients: emeto mention, plant horror (idk how to warn without giving it away okay)

He’d always hated the smell of roses. He didn’t know why, but something about that scent just made him feel sick.

So when that psycho bitch brought a huge vase of them, he could hardly hide his disgust.

“Aww, you don’t like the flowers? I bought them just for you, you know. Thought they’d brighten up the room.” She gestured around at the drab basement walls, his dried bloodstains coating various tools and spattering the floor the only real color in the room.

“Yeah, you’re interior fucking decorator of the year. They’ll go great right next to the man tied to a damn chair,” he spat. “Honestly, I’d rather keep smelling my own blood and sweat than those goddamn roses. They don’t fit the mood.”

“Well,” she picked up one of the many knives in the room, “I suppose we’ll just have to get you used to the smell. I think it’s quite lovely.” 

He bit back his screams as she littered his body with cuts, not too sure what this had to do with the flowers. When she was finished, she grabbed one of the roses, delicately holding the thorny stem. He glared at her warily as she approached him. “What the fuck are you-FUCKING HELL WHAT THE FUCK YOU CRAZY BITCH-” he screamed as she shoved the tip of the stem into one of the cuts, the thorns scraping at his flesh as they were pushed in deep. Over and over again, until every cut was filled with thorny agony, the overpowering scent of the blooms combined with the pain making him nauseous.

He fucking hated the smell of roses.

#ask game #i wrote something #defiant whumpee #emeto mention #starnight-whump #nemi's brutality challenge #is this based on the fact that i hate the smell of roses? perhaps #they just smell Bad #wow plant day came early huh

[scottishstoner]

Interesting and sometimes bizarre facts I found out about the making of The Outsiders (1983):

Wee pic bc cute

I may add more in time but these are something:

Tom Cruise didn’t bathe the entire shoot, stayed in character but was apparently stand off-ish but nice” and “always on the phone to his agent worrying about future projects” (source; first part the entire cast backed up and second part is from Rob Lowes book lol)

Matt Dillon was apparently wanted by every single girl lol

Matt literally walked into the audition and was like “uh…guess I’ll read for Dally” while chewing gum nonchalantly and got the part lmfao (that’s so Dally tho I understand lmfao)

C Thomas Howell didn’t even care he just wanted to be near his fucking horse?? And if he got this job he could be near his horse?? 15 y/o sappy boy .. he rlly was perfect to play pony tho So he auditioned on a whim. And he got the lead lol.

Ralph Macchio almost got set on fire during the church scene coz Francis Ford Coppola was like BLOW THE FIRE MORE and the beam that wasn’t alight for the first shot actually hit Ralph a little

Francis made everyone do tai chi before rehearsals ?? Emilio Estevez says nobody questioned it because he was a big director and when the director asks you to stand on your head you do it (dead😭 this is so bizarre)

Emelio Estivez and Tom Cruise grew up together and went to the audition together

Francis made them all room together at a motel on the bottom floor - putting them together based on what he wanted to show on screen - a closeness of 2 people who live together that he wanted to be authentic(he’s so method I can just imagine him and Tom Cruise getting along like that church on fire) so idk who was with who but I know C Thomas Howell and Rob Lowe shared a room - and Tom Cruise and Emilio Estevez (Tom complained about it but was fine when it was Emilio he was rooming with)- and he got the “socs” people a nice fancy hotel and leather bound scripts and amazing copies of the book - the stars got second hand scripts from the crew and shitty copies of the book all tattered and stuff

S.E Hinton played a nurse in the movie when Dally is complaining - and she was all over that set, in every aspect of the movie (I mean who can blame her? Her characters, her world came to life), the cast called her “mum” (I spell it like mum I’m from the U.K. ok)

The entire cast use to look at Patrick Swayze as a kinda older brother type just like the movie and they’d all go to his room and talk about their characters for hours and smoking (love this one)

I knew this before but - Ralph Macchio loved the book so much that when he found out a movie was being made he was like ON THAT SHIT and he’s like ok I need to play Johnny I’ve loved this book for YEARS. Every time they’d make him read for another part he said he got really annoyed and anxious lol

C Thomas Howell and Ralph Macchio have always been said to hate each other - but that wasn’t even true, they had one argument about Thomas not wanting to rehearse because he was playing pac man lmfao - can be explained so easily - Thomas was 15, didn’t even really expect this part, but Ralph was 20 and had been dying to play this part. Anyway - Thomas said in a Q&A he was closest to Matt and Ralph on set and from the movie he only now still keeps in contact with Ralph and Randy Adderson (The head soc in the movie) (if you watch the outsiders movie documentary clip on YouTube you’ll see this is true af just by the way Ralph and him interact) - Thomas said Ralph is a 'great spooner' (and 'like a rose petal on a perfect spring morning'), in his Q&A ??? Explain?? He also said: during the runaway scenes they cut each others' hair with real switchblades.

Matt Dillon smelled like smoke all the time and Thomas Howell hated it but he smoked anyway to be authentic like the rest of the cast and fit in (HE WAS 15)

One time before shooting in a certain location Francis and the cast all stopped off at people who inspired by the books’ homes and fucking stayed there for a night?? I only know one detail: Tom Cruise and Rob Lowe had to share a tiny sofa bed lol (I think coz it’s from Robs book)

Nicholas Cage turned down the role of Two-bit - he wanted to play Ponyboy but got rejected (he’s also Francis Ford Coppolas nephew lol)

Sean Penn introduced Tom Cruise to the Sheens - who introduced him to Francis - boom - irony is that Sean was pissed off coz Francis wouldn’t cast him as Darry and use to drunkenly rant about it

Tom Cruise got really nervous about doing a backflip off a car even though Patrick Swayze showed him how to do it - and went to S.E Hinton, he said he thought he’d ate too much to do it and she said well would you be better if you threw up? He said yeah and she proceeded to fucking give him raw eggs until he threw the fuck up and he said it worked 😭 and he did the back flip fine in the movie (before the rumble) this one is burned into my mind forever btw just imagining this-

Ralph was so upset after shooting the stabbing scene he needed a hug :(( - I believe Diane Lane (Cherry) said something like “yeah Ralphie got a hug from everyone after that, really upset”

Tom Cruise offered Diane Lane the role of Lana straight up in “Risky Business” - but her father wouldn’t let her - she was 16 at the time

Francis only did the movie because a class of students in California wrote him about the book, sent a copy and explained why he’d make the perfect movie - so he fuckin did and he also done Rumble Fish movie too (another S.E book adaptation)

Patrick Swayze was constantly combing his hair - an annoying amount according to C Thomas Howell, but said it was because Patrick was nervous as he was the oldest (29) - second being Ralph at just 20 so he just was always preening himself lol cute🤌🏻 they also got back in touch a year or so before Patrick died :((

Thomas Howell got knocked out for real during the rumble - the first punch to him actually knocked him out cold

#the outsiders #the outsiders 1983 #the outsiders movie #se hinton #movies based on books #books #movies #movie #book #film adaptation #so many things to tag I cba rn #BUT OK HERE ARE SOME I SWEAR THERES EVEN MORE RANDON ASS SHIT BUT THIS #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #dally winston #80s movies #1983 #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #idk tagging everything #darrel curtis #tom cruise #emilio estevez #francis ford coppola #ralph macchio #c thomas howell #matt dillon #rob lowe #behind the scenes

[rafescoke]

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: The second one I was hoping could be a Rafe x reader based on the song why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys. Maybe something along the lines of rafe only calling and giving the reader attention when he wants to hook up. Finally, the reader gets tired of it their feelings known.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself thinking about a certain boy more than what they had agreed on

Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of sex, masterbating, substance, cursing, toxic relationship

A/N: I’ve been updating a new fic every single day and the amount of love you guys are returning is beyond amazing. I love you so much, thank you for all of your kind words <3

p.s, again, my request box is always open. drop in any ideas and i’ll present to you my best :)

p.p.s, does anyone know why i can’t tag some users? im going crazy.

“I was thinking. . .” Rafe trailed, drawing invisible circles against her soft skin. She hummed in response, her eyes closed, feeling so relaxed under the silk bedsheet wrapping around her body.

“We should do this often.”

“Is twice a day isn’t enough for you?” she asked, hiding her smile. She felt him shift, placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close against him. She giggled lightly, feeling him behind her, but she was too tired to do anything.

“We should try doing it every minute,” he simply replied, smelling into her scent. She smelt like vanilla and caramel, just the way he likes it. “Is this the perfume I bought?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling so peaceful she could sleep if he hadn’t pulled her closer against his hardening member. She groaned, trying to scoot forward by an inch, but was stopped by his fingers gripping her hips.

“I’m sore.”

“I know,” he replied casually, still brushing against her bottom. Before he could do anything else she turned, now facing him. She looked at his handsome face, his blue eyes and his soft lips. Her thumb grazed over his top lip, and Rafe swore he could fuck her anytime soon if she kept doing that.

“Are you not tired?” she asked, now cupping his face. He stared into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them before giving her a smile.

“No.”

“You’re mental,” she sighed, but she failed to contain her laugh after. She giggled, still cupping his face, and she has never felt so calm and relax before. Just them two, on top of a bed in some cheap motel, sometimes hearing the couple staying on top of them screaming at each other.

“Are you?” he continued, tilting his head into her hands. She smiled when he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. He loves it. He feels at peace.

(Y/N) sighed, loving yet also hating these kind of moments where she knew they would be acting like strangers after, in front of everyone else. She remembered the exact day after she had had sex with him for the first time, and how he acted so cold afterwards.

“Hey,” (Y/N) smiled, standing beside his form as he squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight to inspect his goal. He didn’t reply, swinging his golf club upwards and hit the golf ball. (Y/N) watched as it flew and landed near the goal, and expressed a smile.

“You’re good.”

“Huh?” he looked up to her, as if just noticed her existence. (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart, especially when he had just whispered so many love words into her ear the night before.

“I said you’re good.”

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered, already making his way back to where his friends were. Clearly not satisfied, she followed him suit, watching as his friends cheered for him. Rafe groaned even harder, and turned to look at her before they got too close to his friends.

“What are you fucking doing here?” he scolded, his eyes staring at a space beside her. (Y/N) raised a brow, being caught off guard, but she tried to play it cool.

“I’m a member of this country club too, Rafe,” she replied, scoffing. “You’re an asshole, do you know that? Are we not going to talk about last ni-”

“Shut up,” he grunted, looking backwards to check on his friends before pulling her a few distance away. “Look, I was on drugs last night. That was not me. Let it go, okay?”

(Y/N) has never experienced that kind of disrespect, and she swore she hated Rafe Cameron so bad that when she got home, she cried against her pillows until the night sky greeted her. 

She thought about the many other guys who tried to be with her, but she had pushed them all away for a certain rich boy living 6 houses away from her. The fact that her parents are good friends with Ward and Rose Cameron doesn’t make it any easier, not when she is forced to see him every single Saturday night for ‘barbecue night’.

“What are you thinking?” he suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. She sighed, suddenly scooting away from him. He watched as she turned away, but he didn’t put much thoughts into it.

“I can still smell the weed from you,” she suddenly said, and Rafe let out a laugh. He rubbed his eyes, hating the fact that they are going to repeat the same topic they have fought countless of times before, especially after sex and they had both came down from the high.

“Don’t start, (Y/N), fuck,” he sighed, covering his face with his large hands. He watched as she scooted further, wrapping the covers around her body. “Can you please just lay right next to me?”

“I want to sleep,” she replied, and bit her lips before she could express any tears. Rafe sighed, groaning, and sat up straight, resting on the edge of the bed before reaching for his jeans discarded on the corner of the room.

“I’m leaving,” he said, and (Y/N) heard the metal bar of his belt clanking against his jeans button. “Since you wanna act like a bitch again.”

“You’re an asshole,” she replied, still not looking at him. A tear rolled down her cheeks before she could stop herself, and she quickly wiped them away.

“Whatever,” he said, and she heard the door slammed shut. She cursed, unable to stop her tears now that she was alone. The banter between the husband and wife from the room above filled the silence as (Y/N) sobbed against the pillow and she thought about how it resembled her and Rafe’s relationship so much.

He would call her when he’s under the influence, whispering sweet-nothings through the phone, saying how much he’s missing her and longing for her forehead kisses. The fight they had before the phone call will immediately evaporate into thin air, and (Y/N) will make her way to wherever Rafe is. Sometimes they’ll do it in the car in a secluded alley or sometimes in the cheap motel at Chapel Hill. 

But then it was the moments after their brief meeting that had her all moody and depress throughout the week; how he would ignore her, pretending not to see her and forcing himself to say ‘hi’ during their family barbecue.

(Y/N) never thought of herself as someone who’s prone to being in a sneaky relationship, but if that what it takes to be with Rafe Cameron, she was willing to be in one.

It had been a week since the incidence, and Rafe hadn’t call her to meet or anything of the sort. (Y/N) frowned when she thought of this, because the longest fight they had before only lasted for 2 days before he rang her up, asking to meet up. 

(Y/N) shook her head, sipping on her martini before setting it on the side of the swimming pool. She dived into the water, trying to get the heat from the scorching sun off of her, and resurfaced seconds after, her wet hair falling down her shoulders.

“(Y/N), where’s dad?” Topper appeared, squatting in front of her as she took another sip on the martini. Her eyes fell to the figure behind her brother, and she almost choked on the liquid.

“Um, I don’t know,” (Y/N) replied, staring at Rafe Cameron as he took out his phone to check on his messages, ignoring her like always. She rolled her eyes at this, knowing that there were no new texts and he was just trying to act like she wasn’t there. She dived into the water again and swam to the other side, away from Rafe and his negative energy.

If Rafe knew she was going to be in the swimming pool, he would have made an excuse to Topper, perhaps saying how he has to take Wheezie to the clinic for an appointment. (Y/N) was almost never home every time he hang out with Topper, so he thought he was safe. But there she was; in the most tempting bikini, swimming and constantly sipping on a martini.

Rafe sat right next to Topper, watching her back from the corners of his eyes as she gazed at the view in front of her. She was laying on her arms, lazily humming to a rock song Rafe plays every time he’s driving.

He jolted when Topper touched his hand. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Topper laughed, “I said, do you wanna eat?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and thinking about good she looked in that bikini. He made a mental note to guess the brand to purchase more of that sort for her. 

“Okay, I’m going in to get myself some food. Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Topper asked, sitting on the edge of the seat. Rafe nodded, his eyes still closed, and heard him walking towards the sliding door into the kitchen.

“Why are you ignoring me?” 

Rafe opened his eyes, and to his satisfaction, the girl with the (H/C) locks stared at him with her face rested against her arms. His breath hitched, seeing how beautiful she was with the chlorine water dripping from her face, down to her neck, continuing to her che-

“God, you’re a fucking asshole,” she suddenly said, and Rafe had to shook his head from the involuntary thought that appeared in his mind. He groaned, watching as she dived in the water again, and almost catching a glimpse of her bottom. He smiled.

“Are you still a bitch?” he asked when she resurfaced, crossing his arms. “Because if you are, I don’t feel like fucking you right here and right now.”

(Y/N) halted her movements as she tried her best not to look at the smirking boy, and instead staring into the swimming pool as if there was something interesting in it. Rafe laughed, knowing exactly the impact of his words towards her, and thought about wanting to have a little more fun with her.

“I’m asking, baby,” he said softly, and her eyes landed on his. “Are you still a bitch?”

“I brought cookies!” Topper suddenly yelled, appearing from the sliding door and walking towards them with a bright smile. Rafe cursed, laying his back against the seat again and pretending to close his eyes while (Y/N) dived underwater, trying to hide her red face. He was glad when Topper handed him a cookie, talking about wanting to surf tomorrow - so oblivious towards the sexual tension between him and his own twin.

“What do you think?” Topper asked, munching on the cookies all the while trying to see Rafe’s reaction. Rafe nodded, muttering his agreement, but under his sunglasses, he was watching (Y/N) and she too, was watching him.

“Can I have a cookie, Tops?” (Y/N) suddenly interrupted, and without looking at her, Topper gave her a thumbs up sign. (Y/N) smiled, pulling herself up from the pool and Rafe almost had a heart attack from the sight of her curves donning the bikini and the water dripping off of her.

She walked towards them, hair swept to her left shoulder, and Rafe’s gaze followed her fingers as she grabbed a cookie and immediately putting it in her mouth. He watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet taste, all the while sitting under the glowing sun that highlighted her features even more.

He could feel himself getting harder.

“Well,” (Y/N) suddenly said, and Rafe had realized he was too busy looking at her to realize that she was already conversing with Topper. “I’ll go. Is Rafe coming too?” 

Both of the siblings’ attention fell towards him, and Rafe found himself clearing his throat before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, where are we?”

“Man, are you sure you’re okay?” Topper asked, removing his sunglasses to look at him clearly. “Do you need water?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rafe quickly added, “Can I, um, go up to your room? I think I need a nap.”

“Yeah, okay,” Topper replied, not thinking much of it. They had been spending so much time under the sun during the summer, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them got sick. “I’ll go upstairs in a second.”

He muttered a thanks, quickly making his way to the top of the house, where Topper stayed. He groaned, feeling himself getting harder, and hating the fact that she was most probably liking the way he was reacting. 

He locked the door of the bathroom he has been using since the first day he became friends with Topper, watching himself in the mirror. He closed his eyes while he tried to picture her in his mind, his fingers trying their best to untie the knot of the band of his swimming shorts.

He held himself in the palm of his hands as he pictured her again, this time with her under him. He started sliding his palm over his hardened member, his other hand safely placed on the sink for balance. He thought of the way she’ll bounce on him when she rides him, and bit his lips before he could let out any sounds.

Fuck. 

He hated how easy she’ll make him hard and how she has him wrapped around her finger. It was true how they would only do the unholy thing when he was under the influence or they were both under the influence, but he couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling in his stomach every time he saw her.

“Fuck,” he expressed, his grip on the sink tightening. His movements became faster as he tried to picture her mouth and around him, and felt his end coming. He left a string of curses as he finally released himself, watching the shot dripping off the sides of the sink. He grunted, having to do more work, and grabbed himself the white tissues before wiping his mess.

. . .

“Hey.”

“Hey, Rafe,” (Y/N) said, trying to maintain her normal tone. She bit her lips at the sound of his heavy breathing, missing his voice and also his handsome face. She longed to have his face in her hands again, staring at each other’s eyes and kissing each other’s lips right after.

“Can you come over?” he asked, his voice slurring. “No, I mean, can I pick you up?” The sound of laughter and booming music could be heard behind him, giving out his location. (Y/N) sighed, knowing the exact request behind the words, and looked at her wall to check on the time.

“It’s 12 a.m., my mom won’t allow me to go out.”

“Sneak out, then,” Rafe replied, and he said something to his friends before focusing back on her. “Please? I missed you.”

(Y/N) sighed, knowing exactly her problem.

This.

“Okay,” she replied, leaning over her mattress to close her laptop now that she had new plans for the night. “What time are you picking me up?”

“I can’t drive right now,” he said, suddenly realizing how sloshed he was. “Can you come and pick me up, please?”

She sighed again, but she had missed him so much. Him and his touches. His and his words.

Him.

“Okay, send me your location, okay? I’ll pick you up.”

(Y/N) thought about how she couldn’t do it anymore. Not when she has spent most of her life trying to make him love her. He had been friends with her brother since forever, but yet he never seemed to settle on her. She heard about the amount of girls he dated and how she tried to become like them, but after a while, she grew bored of it. She was tired of running after someone who doesn’t want to be caught.

Until the night at the party, where they had been smoking and doing coke and god knows what else. (Y/N) had watched him from the corners of her eyes, liking how attractive he looked under the party lights. He was in a black shirt, his hair messily parted, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

“Thornton, do you know how perfect your smile is?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/N) giggled, her back against the wall as she stared into his eyes. 

“You’re mistaking me for my brother, Rafe?” she asked, with that smile again. Rafe licked his lips, looking down to hers before leaning closer to whisper into her ear.

“I’ve got to confess, (Y/N),” he whispered, sending shivers down to her spine. “You’re the hottest sibling.”

When she woke up the next day, laying right next to Rafe Cameron, she had to pinch herself a few times to make sure that she was living in reality, but when she tried to approach him that evening on the golf course, it was like nothing happened that night.

It scarred her until he rang her up again, six days after. 

“Rafe,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning over to open the passenger’s door from her seat, seeing how drunk he was. Rafe giggled, getting himself in before shutting the door and staring at her. He leaned towards her and placed a sloppy kiss against her cheeks, down to her neck and stopped directly before her chest.

“Just park in the back,” he ordered, placing his palm on the upper side of her thigh, too close to her heat. She bit her lips as she turned her steering wheel, entering the back alley of the club. Soon after he had texted her his location, she sneaked out through her brother’s porch and stole his car, driving straight towards Rafe.

She turned the ignition off and looked at him, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, groaning when he missed one button. He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away, her face expressing into anger.

“Don’t pull this shit again, fuck,” Rafe sighed, throwing his head back against the seat and covering his face with his hands. (Y/N) caught a glimpse of a gold ring, and noticed how it looked so similar to hers hanging around her neck.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, filling the silence. Rafe let out a shrill laugh, still closing his eyes.

“Still a bitch, I guess.”

“This is the problem, Rafe!” she groaned, causing Rafe to look at her fully in the face when he noticed her increasing volume. “What are we?”

“What do you want to hear?” he simply said, staring at her with empty eyes. He licked his lips, “No, seriously. Tell me the answer, and I’ll say it.”

How cold could he be?

“Rafe, do you see how you’re treating me?” she asked, and she could feel her tears threatening to fall. “Do you realize the difference between sober Rafe and intoxicated Rafe?”

Of course he knew. He just chose to ignore it.

“I can’t do this right now,” Rafe said, putting his hands up in defeat. “Can we just fuck, get over whatever fight we’re having right now, and live our best lives the next day? Can we do that?”

He turned to look at her, and noticed her glassy eyes. He sighed, trying to cup her face, but she flinched at his touch.

“You make me feel like a whore,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “One second you love me, the next second you’re spitting on me.”

He just had the worst night of his life; having a fight with Ward about his business, bumping onto the pogues, catching Sarah and John B. . . and now this?

“You think too much,” he said, but his heartbeat was quickening. He stole a glance at her and watched as she stared at him with empty eyes. “I’m sober now. You know what, (Y/N)? You’re right. I can’t even look at you when I’m not under the influence.”

He turned to open the door, getting out while buttoning his shirt back, not wanting to look at her. He couldn’t stand it, he knew he’ll be too broken if he sees her cry over him. He didn’t know what to do; he panicked, never preparing for this exact moment where he knew she will ask about the state of their relationship.

He watched as she sped away from the alley, her engine roaring against the silence of that particular Friday night, where his day had been nothing but miserable. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his feelings, but before he knew it, he had kicked on the empty beer can on the side of the road, watching its movement as it hit the opposite wall and fell into the trash can.

He laughed at the strange occurrence, his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks and made his way back to the club.

If there’s one thing he’s so sure about himself; Rafe Cameron hates himself more than anyone else in the world.

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[havin-a-wee]

If Only She Knew

pairing: dad!harry x cheerleader!reader

word count: 4.2k

warnings: smut (fingering + unprotected sex), cheerleading position implies readers weight, 20 year age gap

hi! ive been having some really bad writers block but i wrote this and even though its def not my best work i like it enough to post it :) also, i totally didn't mean to imply the readers weight, i only realized afterwards, so im really sorry about that. also the age gap is kinda big, so if ur uncomfy with that you shouldn't read this <3

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“Geez watch where you’re going!”

You don’t even look up at the girl, recognizing her nasally voice easily from how annoying it is. You were nose deep in a book while walking down the school hallway, and of course your worst enemy had to be walking down the same hallway, at the same time, in the opposite direction. You are both at fault for the collision, considering Ella had her eyes locked on her instagram feed. But knowing the girl, there is no way in hell that she will take any responsibility, even though you are the one who has coffee dripping down the front of your white blouse.

Since middle school, Ella Styles has always hated you. You have never known why, but she seems to have a vendetta against you, and tries her best to make your life miserable. You never let her, always refraining from giving her the explosive reaction that she was looking for. And that makes her hate you even more.

High school is over in 2 months, and although you are going to miss the freedom of being a child, you most definitely won’t miss the people from the tiny town you’ve lived in since you were young. You’ve always been the type of person to have a small friend group, only 4 people in your circle. But that’s how you like it, because crippling social anxiety makes it difficult for you to meet new people.

“I- sorry.” You still don’t look at her, instead peeling the soaking wet top off of your stomach.

“You better be sorry.” She flips her blonde hair, ensuring that the fluffy locks hit you right in the face. You are lucky this time seeing as she didn’t take it further, because sometimes she would purposely embarrass you after small incidents such as this one.

Tears well at your waterline and you run into the nearest bathroom, pushing open the blue door and locking yourself in a stall.

After all these years of torment, Ella rarely was able to get to you. But sometimes, she does something that pushes you off the edge, leaving you with red, tear-stained cheeks. The final straw this time was her ruining your brand new shirt, the one you were anxiously waiting to debut at school.

But now there was coffee dripping down your chest and staining the bright white fabric. Your only saving grace is the cheerleading uniform in your backpack. In fact, you were walking to the locker room to change for practice, and then for the game at 6 tonight.

You had been excited for the game, knowing that Friday night games always led to parties and fun afterwards. You rarely go to parties of course, but the buzzing energy never fails to rub off on you. But now that stupid Ella had to go and mess up your day, you’re dreading seeing her smug face while she asserts her dominance as cheer captain.

You untie your top and rip it off in a haste, frustrated tears running down your face periodically. You could’ve put a jacket on and gone to the locker room, but Ella would be going there soon, and the last thing you want to do is run into her with teary eyes. She can’t know that you let her get to you.

You brush your hands down your uniform, pulling down the skimpy costume and stuffing your old clothes in your backpack. Once out of the stall, you pull your hair up into a high ponytail, reapply your lip gloss and walk back into the hallway, having already done your makeup that morning. You’re happy that it’s a home game today, because the home game uniforms are two pieces and the skirts are smaller than the ones on the away game uniforms. There is a certain someone you are looking to impress, and the way your tits spill out from the top of the outfit will most certainly help you in your mission.

It’s not like you need to impress him, because he’s shown time and time again that he finds you sexy no matter what you wear. And when he doesn’t tell you, he shows you, by pressing his hard on up against your ass after you just woke up, despite your messy hair and bare face.

However, he also loves when you tease him. And that’s exactly what you’re planning to do.

You sling your heavy backpack over one shoulder and trudge down the hallway, the old fluorescent lights practically blinding you on your journey. The locker room is dingy, smelling of cheap soap and Victoria’s Secret perfume. At least it doesn’t smell like the boys locker room, which smells like sweat and more sweat.

It's already bustling with people, your teammates scrambling to get ready in time as to not get yelled at by the coach.

“Y/N!” The familiar shout of your best friend Rose is like a breath of fresh air, and you bound over to her. She’s standing in front of your lockers, the two of you obviously picking ones next to each other. “Wait, why are you already changed?”

“The bitch spilled her coffee all over me,” you grumbled, your eyes shifting over to where Ella and her little goons are giggling.

“I keep telling you, anytime you want me to beat her up I will gladly do it.”

“Not that I doubt your abilities Rose, because I know you would have her on the ground in a heartbeat, but I can’t let you do that. She can’t know that she upsets me.” You lower your voice for the second sentence, irrationally fearing that she can hear you over the loud chatter echoing through the room.

“I still think you should let me beat her up, but you do you I guess.” Rose shrugged her shoulders and turned back to her locker, bursting out into laughter with you after a beat of silence.

The rest of the getting ready process goes smoothly, Rose distracting you from the girl side-eyeing you in the corner. Soon enough, the whole squad was in formation outside, and you have your hands on the shoulders of Rose and another girl named Bethany. You are a flyer, meaning that you’re the one who the bases support while you pose and flip in the air. Its a hard job, but you are one of only three girls on the team who is advanced enough at flying to be safe doing it in routines. One of the other three girls is Ella.

Ella is the flyer for the middle group, seeing as she is the captain. You are on the right and the other group is on the left. Luckily, Rose is a base in your group, so you feel a lot better putting your safety in the hands of someone you already trust with your life.

“ELLA! YOU’RE DOING IT WRONG!” Coach Habbiths voice is piercing, her angry shrieks bouncing off your ear drums. Ella audibly huffs, displaying her frustration with the critiques she has been receiving since we learned the routine weeks ago. That’s one of the biggest problems with Ella, she believes that she's always right.

Every single practice she has done a needle instead of a scale at the end of the routine. It's aggravating for everyone, and that frustration is amplified everytime she makes the same mistake over and over. “Alright, everyone down. group 1 and group 3 take five, Ella and group 2 stay on the field.

The team obliged to her instructions, and you are brought down from the air.

“Okay Ella, I want you to watch how Y/N does the last move, because she’s actually doing it correctly.” Coach is standing in front of you now, and she emphasized the word ‘correctly’. This is much to Ella’s dismay, and much to your excitement.

Nothing brings you more joy than seeing Ella’s face when you one up her, and this time is no exception.

Aside from a few eye rolls and nasty looks, Ella corrects the move without much fuss. By now there's 15 minutes until the game, and the players have been warming up on the field for about half an hour.

“Did you see her face!” Rose tugs on your arm while you walk back to the locker room, water bottles in hand.

“I know! I should’ve taken a picture!”

“We can only hope that it knocked her ego down a peg.”

“I doubt it” Rose nodded in agreement and you continued your chatter, talking about the random things that best friends talk about.

“It’s go time ladies!” You jumped in surprise when Coach Habbiths yelling booms through the locker room, the hefty amount of metal in the room enhancing the echo.

In a blur, your entire team rushed out onto the field, the crisp air cooling your warmed skin. There was a huge crowd. probably the biggest the teams ever had. But that makes sense, because this game was against your school's biggest rival. Luckily, despite the huge crowd you were able to lock eyes with those piercing green irises you have gotten to know so well over the past couple months. Everytime you see him he gets more and more attractive, and this time is no exception.

At this point, the teams routine is muscle memory and you’re done with it before you can blink. Most people would think that being thrown in the air is memorable, but your main concern is the growing wet patch on your panties that spreads each time you squeeze your thighs together. Just the thought of the man is enough to turn you on, and now that you’re sitting on the cold metal bench your imagination has time to go wild.

The only thing that snapped you out of your daze was the eruption of appaulause from the audience, and the realization that the other cheerleaders were standing up and running towards the players. You breath out a sigh of relief, recognizing the cheering as a signal that the game has ended.

“Hey, you coming?” Rose tugs on your arm, looking down at you still on the bench.

“Um, actually I don’t feel so well, I think I’m going to go home.”

“I should’ve known. You know, one day you’re going to have to go to a party.” Rose places her hands on her hips, giving you a sarcastically annoyed stare.

“And today is not that day.” You grab your backpack and sling it over your shoulder, turning back to Rose for a second. “Have fun and be safe.”

“I always do.” Rose places a chaste kiss on your cheek before turning back to the gathering crowd on the turf.

Instead of heading to the sidewalk and walking home, you duck under the bleachers and walk down the gravel path, pushing open the fence that separates the field and the school. The contents of your backpack slosh around while you sway your hips as you walk. Finally, you make it to the back wall of the school, leaning your back against it and plopping your heavy backpack down by your feet.

And now you wait.

Much to your convenience, the wait this time isn’t long, only five minutes passing before you see the familiar man following the same path you did earlier.

He has a pair of brown slacks on, pressing against his waist courtesy of his black belt. A button up white shirt hides the tattoos on his stomach, but he's rolling up his sleeves as he walks over to you. He's walking with intention, hungry eyes zeroed in on you.

When he’s only steps away, you cheekily bite your lip and use your finger to push up your skirt a little bit more.

Your actions have the intended effect, his eyes blowing wide and hands grasping at your waist.

“Y’can’t do that.”

Before you have a chance to ask what he means, his lips collide with yours, his tongue slipping in only moments after the initial kiss. But as soon as he started, he pulls away.

“Y’can’t be teasing me on the field like tha’, had me hard next t’my friends.” His hand is on the wall above your head, and his other arm is wrapped around your waist pulling you into his chest. He’s panting, and you are too.

“Sorry Mr. Styles,” you push your bottom lip out in a pout, giving him the most innocent look possible. “Just wanted to wear it cause I know how much you like it.”

“Aw, my babygirl wore this f’me? Well I guess y’can be forgiven. Now let’s get t’my house before I fuck yeh right on this wall.” He places a soft kiss to your lips picking up your backpack from the floor and turning to the direction of his car.

“But it hurts!” He turns around again, giving you a sympathetic look and caressing your cheek. The rings on his fingers are cold, but you’re used to the feeling.

“I know sweet girl, but I can’t take care of yeh here, s’too risky.” He pauses for a moment, thinking of a solution to your not so little problem. “How bout I give y’my fingers in the car? Hows that sound hm?” You nod eagerly, pulling his hand down from your cheek and holding it. He takes the signal and begins walking to his car while you follow him.

You never planned to sleep with your bullies dad. But a few months ago your parents dragged you to a family friends housewarming party, and that friend happened to be a friend of Harry’s too. There were no other teenagers there, so your focus was on the attractive older man who had been checking you out since you first locked eyes, and after ending up in the upstairs bathroom together the two of you have been fucking at least twice a week. You only learned that he’s a dad when you saw him for the first time outside the party. He didn’t look the part, and you actually thought he was in his 20s until he corrected you. He’s 38, having become a parent at only 20 years old. Your relationship is a bit taboo, but you’re a mature 18 year old and you and Harry get along well. So well that your time together has developed from casual sex to a mutually exclusive relationship. (Neither of you like labels, but you’re basically boyfriend and girlfriend).

He makes you really happy, and when you have to face off against Ella, it helps knowing that you have power over her, even though she doesn’t know it.

“Did she do anything today?” Harry is walking beside you, hands still intertwined.

“Besides spilling coffee on my shirt, nothing much.” Harry sighs in frustration and squeezes your hand as a show of affection.

“M’so sorry, I wish y’didn’t ‘ave to deal with her.”

The thing about Harry and Ella is they can barely be considered family. Ella’s mom is, for lack of a better word, a bitch. She’s snobby, conceited, and rude, and those behaviors have rubbed off on Ella. Another thing that rubbed off on her was her mom’s hatred for Harry. Being young parents put strain on their already struggling relationship, and they split before Ella’s first birthday. Harry said he tried his best to make it work for Ella’s sake, but her mom was looking for someone to pay for her life, and Harry had just started working his way up as a businessman.

Now, he’s a CEO, but luckily Ella’s mom already found a new beau with plenty of money, so she didn’t come crawling back to him. However, the success Harry achieved only a few years after their breakup made her jealous, and so she instilled that anger in their daughter. So currently Ella spends most of her time with her mother, and when she is with Harry she doesn’t treat him kindly.

“It’s not your fault Harry, you don’t have to apologize for her actions.”

“I know, I jus’ hate tha’ she treats yeh like that.” He sighs again, reaching into his pocket to grab his keys. In a few more steps you’re standing outside the sleek black suv, walking around to the passenger seat and sliding in once you hear the click of the door unlocking.

You both take a few seconds to breathe, an unspoken gesture to prepare for the night's events. Harry turns to you, a sexy smirk plastered on his face. “What d’ya think about fixin’ that ache darlin?” You nod eagerly, sliding down a bit in your seat to give your legs room to spread. “Think yeh can take off y’skirt fo’me?” Your head bobs once again as you nod, hooking your fingers under the elastic waistband and shimmying out of the skirt. While you’re doing that, Harry turns the car into the deserted street, using only one hand to steer.

You toss the tiny skirt into his lap, giving him a signal without distracting his eyes from the road. He reacts immediately, his free hand coming down to squeeze your thigh. You mewl at the contact and bite down on your lip, trying to stop your hips from bucking up in search of relief. His squeezes move up your thigh, and finally his fingers press against your weeping cunt. Swiftly, he pushes your soiled panties to the side, swiping his fingers up your folds collecting your juices. You shriek and buck your hips up into his hand, but much to your dismay he removes it from between your thighs. The car comes to a stop at a red light, and Harry takes the moment to look at you, his eyes wandering your squirming body. He’s practically drooling when he places his fingers in his mouth, tasting your sweet wetness.

“Sorry pup, jus’ needed t’taste yeh.” He chuckles again, and you whine softly in desperation. In one quick motion, he dives his hand back to your pussy, pressing his thumb on your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” The pleasure shoots up your spine, goosebumps raising across your body as he rubs circles on the puffy button. “Harry- please,”

“What d’ya want puppy? Want m’fingers?”

“Yes, yes,” you breathe out, words barely comprehensible through your panting.

“Alright, alright, I gotcha.” And with that his two fingers press into you, filling your tight hole perfectly. There is no hesitation before he begins pumping the digits in and out of you and his thumb never lets up on your bundle of nerves. “Such a needy puppy, got yeh soaking f’me from out in the stands hm?” His eyes are still on the road, but you can picture the lust filled eyes that are undoubtedly on his face.

“Get so wet jus- just thinkin’ about you,” you gasp, writhing as his fingers slam in and out of you.

“Yeah? This is my cunt, m’the only one who can make yeh this wet, isn’t tha’ right?”

“Only Harry.” At your confirmation he speeds his hand up, your vision clouding with white spots as the knot building in your stomach grows tighter and tighter.

All of a sudden, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you empty. “Wha-” You begin to question him but you realize that he’s pulling into his driveway. Instead of complaining, you sit up quickly and unbuckle your seatbelt, pulling your skirt back up your legs to avoid being nude on his front lawn.

As soon as you feel the little jolt your hand yanks on the handle and you hop out of the car. Your brain is fuzzy with need and all you are focused on is alleviating the aching between your thighs. You hear Harry lock the car while you're on the steps, and you turn back to ensure that he’s behind you. And sure enough, he’s hot on your trail, just as eager as you to get inside and onto his bed. Your foot is tapping on the ground anxiously, waiting for Harry to unlock the front door. After what seems like an hour, he is next to you again, fumbling with the silver keychain in his hand, eventually unlocking and pushing open the door. You both practically run inside, hands roaming each other's bodies and lips locking as you shuffle through the hall.

You disconnect breathlessly when you reach the stairs, subconsciously wrapping your hands around Harry’s neck so he can pick you up bridal style. He does so hastily, barely a second passing before he’s plopping you onto the fluffy mattress. “Finally,” he pants, hands fumbling with his belt buckle. There’s a prominent bulge in his trousers, and although you’ve seen it plenty, you are always in awe at how thick and big he is. While he’s busy removing his clothes, you are practically drooling at the sight of his bare cock, full, heavy, and dripping precome.

“Harry?”

He looks back down at you with his emerald green eyes, simultaneously dropping his recently-removed shirt on the floor. “Can I ride you?” The look he gives you is indescribable, a mixture of need, lust, cockiness, and beauty all rolled up into one.

“Whatever y’want puppy,” His hands scoop under your ass, and he lifts you up and switches your positions. Now it’s your turn to undress, and Harry makes himself busy by running his hands up and down your torso. “So gorgeous, y’know that?” You nod quickly then pull your shirt off of your head. “Most beautiful girl in the world I reckon.” You blush at the compliment, butterflies being added to the many sensations occuring in your body. You straddle his thighs, wrapping your hand around his length and tugging a few times. A loud groan rumbles through his throat, and you smile knowing you’re the one who made him feel like that. “Thought- thought yeh said y’wanted to ride me pup.”

“I do.” You keep your hand on his cock, sitting up on your knees and lining him up with your weeping cunt. All at once, your body is put at ease as his cock fills you up perfectly. He bottoms out inside of you, both of you moaning and groaning while you adjust. “So big-” Your words come out in choppy pants, the syllables being cut off by your heaves. You suck in one deep breath and move upwards, sinking back down onto him quickly. His large hands hold a tight grip on your waist, guiding you up and down his member. His lips attach to your neck, suckling on the supple skin just enough so that it doesn’t bruise.

“What a dirty little puppy you are,” he growls, eyes focusing heavily on where your bodies connect, watching himself disappear inside of you as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“Feel so full-” Tingles ricochet down every part of your body, and your legs are becoming weaker with each movement. Harry can feel your movement faltering, so his hips thrust upwards to meet yours, fucking you from underneath. “Harry!”

“I know pup, I know.” His thumb strokes your cheek and he leans in for another kiss, devouring your plump lips and swirling his tongue around yours. “So fuckin tight,” The words tumble from his mouth in a low growl, which sends the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. His cock twitches inside of you, encouraging you to muster all your energy and finish both of you off. Adrenaline kicks in and your strength returns, riding him faster and harder than before. “Let go f’me Y/N.” It only takes a few more thrusts for you to come undone, Harry’s orgasm following suit. The waves of pleasure roll through your body, and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you allow the feeling to overcome your body. Spurts of his hot cum cover your velvety walls and you ride out your orgasms together, resting your foreheads against one another.

You end up sleeping at his house, feeling safe knowing that Ella is staying with her mom today. It’s normal for you to sleep at his place, seeing as both of you are usually so tired that you pass out before you can leave. What isn’t normal is for you to be woken up in the morning by Harry’s phone ringing. Harry is a deep sleeper, and you laugh at the sight of him conked out while his ringtone blares on the nightstand just a few inches away. Carefully, you reach over his sleeping body and grab the phone, planning on hanging it up and going back to bed. However, when you saw that it was Ella calling, you changed your mind. Making a split second decision, you slide the icon to the right, holding it up to your ear.

“Hello?” Her whiney voice rings through your eardrum and you wince. Not the nicest thing to be woken up to.

“Hello,” you answer, your voice not reflecting the cocky grin that spread across your face.

“Who the hell is this!” she shrieks, and you make a mental note that she must not be a morning person.

“A friend of your dads.” Your response is once again calm and monotone, trying to stifle the laugh that is bubbling in your throat.

“Ugh! What’s your name?”

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N”

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[natsfirecat]

Cold pt. 2

Part One

summary: r gets help learning how to adjust to life without her powers

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader, Bucky Barnes x fem reader (platonic)

word count: 4.3k

warnings: panic attack, knives, blood, lmk if i need to add any more

"My love," Natasha's voice woke you up. "I'm leaving now, but I wanted to say goodbye."

You opened your eyes, forcing a smile as she leaned down to hug you.

"Stay safe, Natty," you told her, hugging her tighter.

"Of course," she replied.  "I'll be back before you know it,"

Once she left your room, your smile dropped.

It was the first mission she agreed to take on since you got back. She was hesitant about it, not wanting to leave you alone. But you told her she should do it, you didn't want to hold her back.

The mission was going back to the HYDRA base you were rescued from, and destroying everything there. You also made sure that they wouldn't hurt, and would preferably rescue Henry and any other children there.

Everyone else had also gone on the mission, with the exception of Bucky, who had sprained his ankle.

It was early enough for it to be acceptable to go back to sleep, but also late enough for it to be acceptable to wake up. Considering that you could hardly sleep without the comfort of your girlfriend's arms around you, you decided it was better to just get up for the day.

Shivering at the cold brought from getting up, you quickly made your way to the closet.

Considering that you didn't get cold until recently, you actually didn't own any hoodies or any warm clothes in general. So you grabbed one of Natasha's, then pulled it over yourself.

You let out a long sigh as the hoodie blocked the freezing cold air from touching your arms. You also smiled at the fact that it smelled like your girlfriend.

Despite not having your powers anymore, Natasha still tried to convince you to go on missions again, maybe even this one if you were up for it. But you kept telling her no.

While you absolutely loved her and knew how important she was to the Avengers and as a hero being someone who relies on hand-to-hand combat and weapons, you didn't want that for yourself. You just wanted to move fire through the air with a flick or your wrist. Plus, you always thought guns were overrated for fighting. Sure, they were one of the best weapons, but they just weren't very cool looking in your opinion.

You knew you would have to adapt to being an Avenger without powers eventually, but you weren't quite ready yet. So instead you would just sulk under blankets, missing your natural warmth.

You walked out of your room, and made your way into the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, Bucky was already awake. He was usually up before the sun rose. Sam would always complain about him making too much noise in the morning.

So you said hello to him, before grabbing some leftovers for breakfast. It took a lot of effort, but you managed not to send the microwave a death glare.

Once it beeped to indicate that it was done, you opened it, flinching at the touch. While being cold was new to you, so was being burned. Before, you could easily touch hot things with no problem; but you couldn't do that anymore.

You took a step back, shaking your hand as if to cool it off. You began stumbling, then let out a yelp as you lost your balance and tripped backwards. There was a loud bang when your head hit the counter just before you fell to the floor.

Ow.

It was painful, but you were okay. That is, until you turned around and saw a few drops of blood.

You gasped, or at least tried to before it felt like the air was trapped in your throat.

Suddenly you were back in the chair in the dark room. You couldn't move.

You let out a cry as you tried to move, but your arms were tied down. You began to feel a burning starting in your forearm. It made it's way through your entire arm, then spready even further as you screamed.

You weren't sure how you got back here, but it didn't look like there was a way out now.

-

"Y/N, you're awake," Bucky let out a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" You asked, noticing that you were in the med-wing.

"You hit your head," Dr. Cho said as she entered the room.

"I was back there," you said as the memory began to come back to you. "I was back in the room,"

"From what Mr. Barnes described to me, it seems you had a panic attack as a result of the fall. You don't have a concussion, so you should be fine as long as you take it easy,"

You nodded, then began to climb out of the bed.

"I called Natasha, by the way," Bucky said, resulting in a loud sigh from you.

As much as you'd like her to be with you right now, you didn't want to call her away from the mission. You also didn't want her to think of you as unable to take care of yourself now that your powers were gone. The two of you were always a little clingy, but since they had gotten you back after you had been taken, her clinginess and protectiveness increased significantly.

"What did she say?" You asked.

"They arrived, and she can't leave now or else it'd cause a scene. But she'll be leaving early tomorrow,"

You sighed again. You hated the fact that she was leaving a mission early for you.

"Am I even an Avenger anymore?" You asked as tears began to form in your eyes. "What use am I to the team without pyrokinesis?"

His eyes fell as he gave you a hug.

"Of course you're an Avenger," he said, hugging you tighter as you began to cry. "That's never gonna change,"

"But I don't control fire anymore,"

"That was never a requirement for the team, it's awful that you lost your powers but you're still such an important part to the team. And hey, the majority of us didn't have powers to begin with either, and we're still here. Hell, your girlfriend is living proof that you don't need powers to be one of the most badass Avengers,"

You let out a small chuckle, sniffling, hoping you hadn't cried too much into his shirt.

"So what should I do now?" You asked him.

"You can fight without powers. Make use of other things; guns-" you immediately shook your head no, so he continued on. "Knives, or maybe even tasers like Natasha,"

You laughed again, then thought for a minute.

"Knives are pretty cool, not gonna lie. Guns are so overrated, but I think it might be cool to use a dagger or something,"

He noticed your smile, which caused him to smile a bit.

"Come with me," he said, leading you to back to the kitchen. He pulled out two butter knives, then gave you a quick smirk before going back to the training room.

You could hardly believe what was happening until he tossed both of them in the air. One, he grabbed with perfect timing. The other, he tossed forward to you.

You reached forward out of instinct, then breathed out a sigh of relief as you caught it.

"Good thing we're not starting with actual daggers," he said, gesturing to how you had caught it from the blade.

You laughed, then changed your grip so you were holding it at the handle. He flipped his again just to show off, earning a scoff from you.

"Alright," he said. "Let's begin."

Two hours later, you were both breathing heavy and covered in sweat when you finally decided to take a break for the day.

"You're doing good," he said with a smile.

"Thanks," you replied, taking a few sips from your water bottle.

As you made your way out of the training room and headed back to your room to shower, you smiled. It was your first real smile since you lost your powers.

You felt warmth throughout your body as your kept your smile.

You may have lost your fire powers, but you weren't cold anymore.

-

Despite feeling guilty about her coming back, you still ran into her arms and nearly tackled your girlfriend with a hug when she got off the landing pad.

"You seem happy," she pointed out with a smile.

You giggled, still keeping your arms around her. She kissed your forehead, keeping her arms around you too.

"You seem much better than how Bucky described you yesterday,"

You shrugged, your smile growing wider.

While you had pulled your arms off her shoulders, you still leaned into her side as you walked hand in hand back inside.

"What did he say about me?"

"That you were passed out and hit your head. I wish I could've come as soon as I heard,"

You gave her lips a quick kiss once you stepped inside, keeping your hands connected.

"That's technically true," you told her, breaking eye contact. Despite not looking at her directly, you could feel her gaze shift. You loved your overprotective girlfriend, but she could be scary at times.

"Y/N..." her voice lowered as she saw your wandering eyes.

"Well..." you started off high-pitched. "I fell over while trying to make breakfast, because I may have had a panic attack..."

Her eyes softened as she took a few steps closer to you. She held her arms out, but didn't wrap them around you again. She waited until you came to her before hugging you.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, kissing your forehead once again.

"Not really," you admitted. "I want to talk about something else instead,"

Natasha's smile grew once she saw that you were smiling again. So she nodded for you to continue,

"Bucky's teaching me how to fight with knives so I can use daggers when fighting!"

She turned her head to the side, thinking about what you said. But felt herself smiling even wider once she registered the excitement in your eyes.

"So my girlfriend is gonna bring daggers into battle?" She asked with a glow in her eyes. "Can't wait to see that,"

You kept your smile as you leaned forward to kiss her. She could feel your smile, which filled her with relief knowing that you weren't so miserable anymore.

She deepened the kiss as she put her hands on the back of your thighs, prompting you to jump into her arms. She continued kissing you until she placed you on the kitchen counter, where she moved her lips down to your neck.

"Agh!" You pulled your head up as soon as you heard Bucky’s voice. "I wanna gonna see if you were ready for training, but I'll come by later,"

You brushed it off as if it were nothing, while Natasha was giving him a death glare.

"No, I'm good to train now," you said, hopping off the counter.

Natasha turned back to you, then pouted. You looked between her and Bucky.

"Nat's good with knives too," you pointed out. "It couldn't hurt to have both of you there,"

She seemed satisfied before walking down to the training room with you.

-

For the past week, you got lessons from both Natasha and Bucky. If you were being honest, you did a little better during Natasha's lessons. She would motivate you with kisses every time you did something right. So it was safe to say you had a lot of improvement.

As for Bucky, he still taught you important stuff but there just wasn't that motivation. So, he began to focus on the cool-looking tricks while Natasha focused on the actual fighting parts.

Today was the day everyone else would be coming back from the mission. You were currently in your girlfriend's arms laying in bed. Your head rested on her chest as she gently stroked your hair, kissing the top of your head every once in awhile.

"I'm so proud of you," she said to you.

You smiled, then moved your hand over hers that was currently on your waist. She continued stroking your hair with her other hand, holding you close.

"Thanks for helping me out," you replied, causing her to smile.

"You're a natural, detka," she said. "You're getting better every day,"

You shifted your position so you were now facing her, keeping your hands connected. You leaned in to kiss her gently.

"I love you," you said between soft kisses. "I'm not sure how I got so lucky to have you as a girlfriend,"

"You're mistaken," she said as she initiated the next kiss. "I'm the one who got lucky, my love,"

You felt your smile growing. Just as you were about to resume your kisses, FRIDAY notified both of you that the others had gotten back.

You pulled apart, causing your girlfriend to grumble, but she still followed you up. She trailed behind you as you made your way downstairs, preparing to greet everyone and ask about the mission.

"Y/N!" Wanda said as she ran up and hugged you.

"Hi," you said as you hugged her back. "How'd it go?"

Just as she opened her mouth to respond, Steve stepped in the middle of the room to address everyone.

"We destroyed the base," he said, making eye contact with you, Natasha, and Bucky.

"What about-" you started, but got cut off.

"There were no children in sight. Trust me, we looked very thoroughly before we destroyed it. They must have moved some things, including him,"

You sighed, but you were relieved that they didn't hurt Henry. You only wished they could've gotten him out and away though.

"So what all have you been doing?" Wanda asked.

"Nat and Bucky are teaching me how to fight with knives," you said with a wide grin.

She tilted her head to the side, registering what you were saying. It wasn't until Natasha came up and wrapped an arm around your waist that she spoke again.

"How's that going for you?" She asked.

"Pretty good," you replied as Natasha rested her chin on your shoulder, prompting you to wrap an arm around her too.

"We missed you for the rest of the mission," Wanda said to your girlfriend, who was currently trying to completely attach herself to you.

"You guys were fine, I'll go on another one," she said nonchalantly, keeping her focus on you.

Wanda sighed, realizing that Natasha was very much unavailable right now. So, along with the rest of the team, she retreated off to her room to unpack and rest up.

"Finally," she muttered once everyone left.

You laughed as she pulled you onto the couch, nuzzling her head in your neck.

"You really didn't wanna leave our room, huh?" You asked as she finally got comfortable.

"I thought I made it very clear that I wanted to stay there with you," she said into your neck, causing you to laugh.

It was amazing how someone who could be so cold and ruthless was a soft mess who just wanted cuddles from you.

You felt goosebumps on your skin as you attempted to wrap your legs around her, trying to keep contact for both warmth and for cuddling purposes.

After a few moments, you huffed out a sigh as your attempts were unsuccessful.

"Let's go back to our room," you said, trying not to think about the cold air surrounding you.

Even though you had enjoyed learning how to use knives, you still hated having to adjust to life without your pyrokinesis. Natasha understood your look immediately, then hopped off the couch and led you back to your shared room.

You had been feeling so happy this last week, but it was hard not to be disappointed at being cold and having to go back to using blankets.

She pulled you close to her from under the blanket, keeping the warm air around you.

"I love you," she said as she rested her forehead against yours. "Whether you're my own blanket or we're both icebergs who need a blanket. I love you."

-

Several weeks passed, and you were only getting better. Today, Bucky was training you outside. There were targets set up on trees. Steve managed to find them, and happily lent them to Bucky to help you.

So you whipped around, throwing the dagger in front of you. It hit the target, not exactly bullseye but close to it. Bucky tossed you the next dagger (which you caught perfectly) as you turned to the next target, throwing it. This time it was even closer to the bullseye. He tossed the next one right before you threw it, getting it just a little bit closer to the center.

Surprising you, Natasha came up from behind, then threw the dagger above you making it spin a few times before you caught it. You threw it at the last target, feeling a smile on your face as it hit the bullseye perfectly.

"That was hot," your girlfriend whispered, which made your smile grow even wider.

"You've come a long way, Y/N," Bucky told you, smiling proudly. "I think you've reached a point where you can go on missions again, using daggers as a weapon."

"Really?" You asked, rolling back and forth on your feet.

"Your aim is only getting better. Steve mentioned something about a mission in two weeks, and I'm gonna recommend you,"

Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from how much you were smiling. Your gaze shifted between your proud girlfriend and your proud friend/mentor.

Without thinking, you threw yourself into Bucky's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you," you said, keeping your grip tight as he hugged you back.

"Anytime," he said, unconsciously picking you up.

"Okay, Barnes," Natasha said, rolling her eyes playfully. "Don't crush my girlfriend please,"

You couldn't help but notice a glint of jealousy in her eyes. She knew you would never do anything to hurt her, but she still liked being the only one holding you like that.

So you ran into her arms as soon as he set you down, almost knocking her over.

"And thank you, Natty," you said, brushing your nose against hers before you gave her a quick kiss.

As you stared at the two of them, you felt so many emotions, but the prime one was happiness. Sure, you were cold on the outside, but on the inside you were warmer than ever.

-

As promised, you were set to go on the mission two weeks later. It was a two-person mission, so of course you chose your girlfriend to accompany you.

She woke you up the morning of, showering your face with kisses as she gently pulled you out of bed.

"Detka, we need to go," she had told you, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. You normally hated getting up early, but excitement was coursing through your veins as you remembered what was happening today.

So you had shot up, kissed her back, then got ready faster than you ever had this early in the morning.

Now, you stood on the quinjet, gripping your girlfriend's hand to help calm your nerves. She pulled your hand up to her mouth, kissing it before giving it a gentle squeeze.

"We've got this," she assured you. "It'll be okay,"

You smiled, squeezing her hand again.

"You're right."

Once you landed, you jumped to the ground, Natasha following close behind. She kept her guns at her sides while you had your daggers in a few different holsters in your suit.

"Ready?" She asked, earning a nod from you.

Together, you made your way into the building. You knew the building wasn't deserted, but the goal was to get past without being seen.

You made it past a few hallways, but you knew your luck had ran out when one of the people passing by started swinging his fists at Natasha. You heard the crackling electricity of her widow's bites as she began to pull him down.

Soon, everyone in the hall came after the two of you.

"Go!" She told you. "I've got this!"

She was right, you needed to get the file while you still could. As much as you hated it, you made your way between everyone, avoiding the punches as your girlfriend held them off.

You turned around, making sure she was okay. Your heart fell as you saw someone coming up from behind, about to knock her down.

So you acted on instinct, pulling one of your daggers out. You threw it forward, hoping your nerves wouldn't mess up all the training you went through.

Luckily, it worked. The dagger went through his hand, then landed in another guy, trapping them as they both screamed.

Natasha winked at you proudly as you made eye contact, then tilted her head to the side, silently telling you to keep going. As much as it hurt to do so, you did.

Once you reached the necessary room, you began to look through the drawers as fast as you could for the necessary file. As soon as you found it, you heard two people coming from behind you.

So you grabbed another dagger before whipping around to face them. One of them was coming right at you, so you held it up and slashed his throat, closing your eyes as the blood splattered.

The other let out a scream as he started running at you, so you threw the same dagger at him. It hit his hand, backing him into the wall and trapping his hand.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling adrenaline pumping through your body. It felt strangely familiar.

You went back to the files, pulling out the one you needed. You tried to drown out the screams of the men as you ran back through the halls, desperate to make sure Natasha was okay and get out of here.

She had taken down almost everyone, just a few people still coming at her. So you pulled out two more daggers as you ran to her. You landed on your knees, slashing the legs of the first two people. Once they screamed, Natasha held her leg up and kicked them both to the ground.

There was one person left. As much as she wanted to knock him down now and get it over with, she decided to let you handle it.

So you ran at him, throwing both knives at his hands. Just like before, they hit the wall as they tore through his flesh, constricting his movements.

Your girlfriend stared at you proudly, then grabbed your free hand and ran out the building with you.

As soon as you stepped out, you reached in one of your knife holsters where you had folded the file, but she stopped you as she crashed her lips into yours hard.

You weren't expecting it, but you definitely weren't complaining when she pinned you up against the side of the quinjet, holding your hands over your head by your wrists.

"Wow," you muttered as she pulled apart, only to lean in again and kiss you with just as much passion as before.

You moved your lips in sync to hers, slowly forgetting about the world around you. She let go of your wrists, then moved her hands down lower to pick you up as you wrapped yourself around her, running one hand through her hair while the other was behind her neck.

As she stumbled up the steps of the quinjet, keeping her lips moving against yours, she reached to the control panel and turned on autopilot as fast as she could.

Once you were in the air, she finally pulled away for breath, keeping you close to her. As you leaned in again, she moved to set you down, but ended up falling on the floor when you were hit with turbulence.

As she landed on top of you, laughter erupted from the both of you. She smiled down at you, running her thumb along the edge of your jaw.

"This was fun," you said, returning her smile.

She laughed again, then leaned down and placed another lengthy kiss to your lips.

"Agreed."

-

When you handed the files back to Steve, everyone seemed happy that your first powerless mission went well. You made sure to thank Bucky again for all his help training you.

Now, you were back in the arms of your girlfriend as you got ready for bed. Despite all the happiness you were feeling from the mission with her, you had something on your mind that you couldn't stop thinking about.

"Natty," you began, earning a hum from her as she played with your hair. "I did really enjoy the mission today,"

"So did I,"

You smiled at her, taking her other hand in your own.

"I'm starting to be okay with not having my powers, but I still mess them, y'know," you said to her, which she gave you a nod in response. "So I've been thinking about it; whatever they put in me, I don't think it could've changed my DNA on a cellular level."

"What do you mean?"

"When I got my powers, it really affected me. I was getting sick all the time, and constantly passing out because my DNA was literally changing. That didn't happen this time. So I don't think they changed it. I think that part of me is just dormant,"

She hummed again before you continued on.

"And if it's dormant, that means we can activate it again,"

"What are you saying, Y/N?"

"I'm saying that if we go back to the place I first got my powers, and did some digging... I think we can get them back."

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