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theunaveragepsychoticbitch · 2 years

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Drunk n' Love

Top!AMAB!Reader x Bottom!Sub!AFAB!Barbatos

[Human Barbatos, drunk sex, heavy focus on dirty talk, dubious consent (Reader is fairly sober), mid focus on reader being an aggressive person, reader and Barb are life long friends, creampie]

You glance to your left worriedly as Barbatos downs another shot. You know he can hold his liquor, yes, but... Things were quickly reaching excessive levels.

You blow out a puff of air and finish your own shot, snatching the bottle up with your free hand as you see him go for it again.

"Barbs, I think it's time to-"

"Fuck."

You blink, then say, "Well, that works too I suppose." You laugh at your own joke, amusement morphing into confusion at the serious look on his face.

"Barbatos?"

Even though he's so obviously shit faced drunk, the look in his eyes still makes you think twice. It's intense, holding your gaze as you cock an eyebrow, intrigued by the change of mood.

Face flushed from the alcohol, he sways while sliding across the couch, not stopping until you're touching in several places.

His lips purse into a pout, a sight you're 100% sure you'll never see again. Red as he already is, his blush somehow finds a way to deepen, and you pick up on the ghostly whispers of lust entering his body language. Legs spreading slightly, the way he's rubbing up on you- one part of you wants to play dumb, while the other wants to see where this is going.

"...Well, that's definitely a new expression, haha."

For a moment, your friend only stares, intensifying your awkward feelings. How the hell did he expect you to handle a situation like this? You've had plenty of friends sleep with you while drunk, but this is Barbatos. He's not just some friend- not just someone you can fuck and forget about the next morning.

Your attention is drawn back to him when he sighs, his eyes closing to half mast so he can view you through his lashes.

"I love you." Just like that, he's changed both your lives with three little words.

And despite the life altering revelation, he merely sends you another of those soft, sweet smiles you've grown so used to over the years. Eyes closed, his grin seems stuck to his face as he rubs his body against yours, cutely nuzzling into your neck so he whisper in your ear.

"I want you. Want you on me, touching me. Treat this body like a toy made solely for your amusement."

He sighs your name dreamily. The kind of sigh you hear in movies when the actor monologues about marrying their crush, as opposed to drunkenly telling said crush how they want to be dominated.

"You're... Not in your right mind right now. We can talk about this later, but right now-"

"Right now...? Yeah, I want you inside me right now. I need you, [Name]. Have been needing you. Why didn't I say this years ago?"

Your best friend is telling you about how much he wants you to fuck him, yet it's the revelation that's he loved you for years that makes you blush. Years? How were you dumb to this for years? All this build up, his emotions reaching such a boiling point that they explode in the form of whispers in your ear as he rocks gently against your waist.

"I fantasize a lot..." he pants, and you notice he's started palming himself through his pants. "And dream. So many dreams. Waking up sticky and wet thinking you'd finally fucked me, only to find myself alone again. It's so lonely, Hon, touching myself to the thought of you. I wish you'd touch me,"

His tongue traces the shell of your ear and you shiver, unable to tear yourself away from the erotic display. "I love you, [Name]. I love how you make me feel. My heart flutters when you call me pretty. When you get mad on my behalf, and go on rants about how special you think I am. Everytime you touch me I'm filled with butterflies. You're so nice to me, I feel loved when I'm with you."

"Till the end of times, in your embrace... We don't even have to fuck. It'd be nice though, having you inside me all the time."

"Want, want, want. You seem to want a lot of things from me, Barbatos. If I didn't know better, I'd be surprised at all this hidden greed."

He giggles, an oddly airy and innocent gesture considering... Everything, really.

"It's embarrassing... To admit but, ha... It's such a turn on, when your more violent tendencies kick in, and you get all aggressive. You're capable of such terrible things, and I want you to do terrible things to me. Terrible, terrible things..." Hot, bated pants break up his sentence as he slips his hand inside his pants. His humping immediately intensifies, and between the desperate, doe-eyed look he's giving you and the erratic humping of your side, you don't know where to look.

You hear the wet sound of his fingers entering his hole. His tongue is hot as it traces the shell of your ear. "Abuse me, please. Manhandle me, I want nothing more than to be your's. Please. You don't understand how deep inside me I want you..."

You're stiff in more ways than one. You've been shamed for your rather... Extreme, methods several times. Barbatos has ways been supportive of you, even when you flew off the handle and land both of you in trouble. Hearing that somehow, someway, he finds that attractive is... Eye-opening.

Suddenly he moans loud in your ear, seemingly having hit his g-spot. Tears bead in the corners of his eyes as he opens them and smiles wide at you, pure in the face even while fingering himself in front of you.

"This feels so good, [Name]. Don't you want to know how good I feel?"

Can you say no to that truthfully? No. And you both know it.

His back meets the couch, and you must say, you've never seen someone so happy about having their clothes ripped off. He's just as eager, and soon your clothes are a distant memory.

Hands, everywhere. He moans at the sight of your cock; it's everything he's ever dreamed of. The tip, blushed red and leaking, rests on his cunt. "Please, let me do it. I'm so happy right now Hon. Please, allow me to please you."

You nod, but that doesn't mean you plan on neglecting him. You switch positions, and he grinds up and down your length as one hand teases his nipple and the other, his clit. With every roll of the nub beneath your skilled fingers he twitches, sultry moans filling the air as you both begin to lose yourself to the pleasure.

Barbatos slides up once more, and sits down on your cock all at once.

The unexpected move leaves you dazed as you cum. Barbatos feels himself being filled and cries, hoping desperately this isn't a dream. And if it is, he never wants it to end. High off you, he starts to bounce hard, and you grip each other tight. He's so tight, so wet, so warm. It's dizzying, and when he clenches you get dangerously close to cumming again.

"I feel good, right? Am I pleasing you? Tell me you like it Hon, tell me you want me."

You're not sure you're still able to form coherent words- oh well. You've always done best communicating with actions anyway.

You flip him over and right off the bat, you've set a rough pace that leaves his eye rolling back, his back arching, and his mouth wide open as he moans his declarations of love.

You take the opportunity and kiss him, sucking on his tongue and exploring his mouth. Barbatos, who'd been holding back his orgasm in hopes to keep this going as long as possible, unravels. You really are everything he's ever dreamed of.

As he clamps down tight around you and almost immediately feels your cum filling him up again, he knows he won't forget this for as long as he lives, even if you two never go farther than this night.

Minutes that feel like hours pass. You made it to the bedroom, and lie naked in the dark, pressing gentle kisses into the skin of a quietly crying Barbatos. Apparently, they're happy tears.

He's said thank you about a thousand times now, and after he says it again, you decide you should probably answer him.

"What are you thanking me for?"

He sniffs, wiping tears. "For giving me this chance, for laying with me after, for kissing me like you like me too." His voice is weak from overuse, and you make a mental note to get him something for that.

"You're thanking me for not being an asshole to the one person I'm never an asshole to?"

He chuckles, finally looking you in the eye. "I'm not sure I can agree with that statement."

"Oh right, of course- cuz how could you be so turned on by something I've never done to you?"

You smirk as his blush comes back full force. Apparently, he's refound his shame.

"That was the liquor talking..."

"Liquor doesn't magically make you a masochist for my specific type of violence."

"Well, maybe it does. We learn something new everyday."

You share a laugh, the exhaustion from partying and sex catching up to you. Barbatos pulls you closer, cuddling into your chest.

In the morning, there'd be a lot to talk about. But for the time being, you both sigh, content in each other's warmth as sleep takes you, and the house is finally quiet.

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Partially unedited. I'll be going on a small break after this.

In the works: Imprisoned pt.2

#obey me barbatos #obey me x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me smut #sub barbatos #obey me fic #dubious consent #shall we date barbatos #tw dubcon #tw dubious consent #unaveragewrites

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caelcstis · 5 months

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How does the character express and handle emotions?

How does the character view authority and rules?

How does the character react to failure or mistakes?

How does the character view their role in society or a larger community? (For Raphael)

character building. // @r3dblccd always accepting !!

How does the character express and handle emotions?

it really depends because for the most part, raphael is a slave to his emotions because they aren't just his. while he cares for others, heals them, he often takes the burden of their emotions to make them feel lifted and lighter, and eventually be able to work through their own problems without feeling so pulled down. he is emotional, and he is often times more genuine than not when revealing his emotions. however, he has been burnt and bitten a lot growing up for being so emotional compared to other angels. because of this, he has developed the habit of smiling a lot more to hide his pain. he denies help from others as much as it can be denied of others when he wants to help.

there's a cost to him bottling it up all the time of course, and it eventually combusts on him. raphael's emotions can be so severe that he can influence others to feel what he's feeling, make them cry as he's crying despite they don't feel that remorse or sadness, feel the intense pressure of anger in his chest and clenched teeth. a good way to tell if raphael's upset or angry is to always look at his eyes. sometimes those bright flecks of gold become more prominent when he's angry, or his usual bright viridian eyes turn more turquoise or a deep blue topaz - he might be upset and simply refusing to talk about it.

How does the character view authority and rules?

raphael is chaotic good in his morality scale so LIKE, he does obey a lot, but he may also push those boundaries towards his own belief of what's good compared to the status quo or what he's been told is good. hence why he had fought for ipos and orobas when they were being judged. for what? a young angel being assaulted and his brother protecting him? yes orobas had killed those humans, a wrong, but it was for his brother's protection. not to mention the assault was twisted into being ipos's fault.

he also tried to talk sense with michael when it came to lucifer's fall. to not kill him, to not hurt each other more than what they have. they both threw him away and eventually michael had almost killed lucifer, but still failed in the process.

raphael's an archangel, a seraph - very high on the scale of angels and their authority. he doesn't abuse his position and he knows that even at his stance, michael is above him as their general and prince. he tends to obey michael, but they still butt heads and grind on each other's gears.

How does the character react to failure or mistakes?

when it comes to others, he never holds anything against them. i believe the only grudges he held were towards gabriel and michael - but even michael eventually worked back raphael's trust. he knows mistakes happen, he knows not everything can be perfect even as an angel - he knows he is very flawed compared to the original two who were created before him.

however with himself? he holds himself in contempt basically. he hates not being able to save others, even if it is part of the divine plan. he still has nightmares about ipos and orobas, even all these years and lifetimes later. he hates when he messes up, when there's imperfection being showed on his end because he has been held to such high standards next to the other angels.

even now, he still hates that he's not as strong at times. with magic he is the most adept with, but strength? it isn't in his wheelhouse. he's not built and corded with muscle, he isn't a warrior. he hates that he isn't perfect when put next to the others.

How does the character view their role in society or a larger community? (For Raphael)

raphael knows he plays a big part in others lives, even if they don't know it. he takes care of others physically and mentally when they ask for the help of another. even in heaven, again he knows he holds authority, even if everyone sees him as a bumbling idiot. but, he's always been a pacifist so he holds himself on the sidelines and in the background rather than right in the center of heavenly politics and relations. that's michael's job not his, right hand or not lmao. but again, never puts himself in the middle of everything and everyone, never asks for thanks when he does something worthwhile to his community or towards others outside of it. he's just glad that they're okay and healthy.

#letters received &&. sent out ⸢ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 / asks &&. answers ⸥#r3dblccd #my head is clouded with everyone's emotions i don't know what is my own anymore ⸢ 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 / headcanons. ⸥#this got longer bc raph's just baby girl

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queen-haq · 3 years

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 17

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3300 words.

Summary: You’ve been sleeping with Billy Russo for a few months now. Knowing his aversion to emotional commitments, you’re satisfied with your clandestine arrangement until you catch him having dinner with Dinah Madani one night. Then it finally dawns on you. It’s not that he doesn’t want to commit, he just doesn’t want to commit to *you*.

Billy may think he knows you, but he has no idea what he’s just lost…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

Part 17

Billy couldn’t stop gawking at you, wondering how it was possible you grew more beautiful each time he saw you. The red wrap dress you were wearing accentuated all your curves, and it took every bit of willpower he had not to rip it off of you and fuck you senseless right then and there. Unfortunately, he had to behave himself. Caravan was a pretty bouji place that had recently been labelled as one of the hottest restaurants in Manhattan and he had to pull a few strings to get a last-minute reservation for tonight. But seeing the smile on your face when you realized this was where you were dining had been completely worth all the hassle.

As the hostess guided the two of you to your table, he noticed a few assholes at the bar admiring you from afar. Immediately he snaked his arm around your waist to draw you in closer. You were his. If he could he’d pluck out every one of those fuckers’ eyes so they never made the mistake of looking at you again. Better yet, he’d keep you locked behind closed doors. Of course you wouldn’t agree to anything like that because you were too goddamn independent for your own good.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a seat at your designated table.

Billy’s attention returned to your face as he followed suit, his gaze inhaling you in. “You look too hot. Too many assholes staring at you,” he grumbled.

The worried look on your face was replaced with a beaming smile, one that made his cock twitch.

“You’re being ridiculous” you remarked, scanning the menu.

His eyes drifted down to your chest, the swell of your soft, supple breasts just begging to be kissed and licked by him.

“Stop staring at my boobs, Billy,” you chastised even as a small smile graced your lips. “This is a proper first date. You can’t just ogle me like that. You have to behave like a gentleman.”

He quirked his eyebrow. “Sweetheart, I’ve never been that.”

“Well, try,” you ordered.

The waitress came by with the bottle of red wine you’d requested and poured some in both of your glasses. He noticed the redhead giving him a friendly smile, her green eyes lingering on him for a second too long. Fine, yeah, she may have been hot but she wasn’t you. No one was. So while he would have happily slipped her his number in the past, now the idea of being with someone who wasn’t you no longer excited him.

Once she left, he took the opportunity to move a few inches closer to you. What he really wanted was to get on his knees and bury his head between your legs, but something told him eating you out in in the crowded restaurant wouldn’t go over very well with you.

“I think she likes you.”

Hand propped on the back of your chair, he started playing with your hair. “Who?”

“Our waitress. She didn’t look at me once, her eyes were on you the entire time.”

He leaned in, ecstatic at the thought of you acting possessive. Even though you’d confessed to having feelings for him, Billy still worried you were ready to bolt at any moment. To see you jealous meant you genuinely cared and he didn’t have to worry about you leaving him. “She’s not my type. I have my eyes on someone else.”

You made a show of looking around the restaurant. “Oh, is Madani here too?”

“Funny,” he retorted, taking your hand in his.

“Your ginger’s lucky. I’m dressed way too nice or I’d take my knife and stab her with it.”

He smirked. “You’re vicious when you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like bad service.”

“Bullshit.”

“Billy, you’re hot. You know that. All the women here are checking you out. If I freaked out every time someone did that, I’d have a breakdown.”

He wanted to destroy the fucking world at the thought of someone even looking at you but apparently you were simply ambivalent about him. “So it’s that easy for you? Your brain tells you to turn off a feeling and your heart just does it?” Even to his own ears he sounded bitter. “Guess you’re not all that invested in me.”

Your eyebrow quirked up, apparently surprised by his edgy tone. “Do you want me to go nuts?”

“Just want you to give a damn.”

“You think I don’t?” you snapped. “Every time she looks at you I want to tear her hair out. Even though the rational part of me knows she’s probably just flirting with you because it’s part of her job or she’s hoping for big tips. Or maybe she really does want to fuck you. Either way, I want to punch her across the face. Happy?” You gulped down your wine.

Grinning, he squeezed your hand. “Then why not just tell me that? Why act like you don’t care?”

The agitated expression on your face was replaced with tenderness, your eyes soft. “Just because I don’t have a jealous fit doesn’t mean I don’t care. I just…” You exhaled a sigh, and he sensed this was difficult for you. “I express my emotions differently than you.”

“I noticed. You put on an act while holding everything in.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“But I want you, the real you, not the version everyone else sees.”

“It’s not that easy, Billy.”

He brought your palm to his lips. “I’d never told anyone about my mother.”

“You didn’t tell me either,” you pointed out.

“You found out anyway, and I’m so fucking glad you did. Otherwise I wouldn’t have realized I could be real with you.” He placed a tender kiss on your skin. “I don’t want to hide anything from you, Y/N.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Then tell me about William Rawlins.”

Your request gave him pause, his eyes roaming over your face. He’d taken painstaking measures to keep his partnership with Rawlins a secret yet you’d discovered it. “What do you want to know?”

“He gave you a lot of money.”

“I earned that money,” he said in a defensive tone. “He and I were partners for a while. Then he died.”

“You went to a lot of trouble to hide your connection to him.”

“You found out about it though.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “I’m good at what I do.”

“Yeah, too good,” he muttered. He released your hand, watching you intently. “So what do you want to know?”

You leaned in closer, your voice barely above a whisper. He was momentarily distracted by the sensation of your tits pressed against him but he forced himself to concentrate.

“What happened to Rawlins, did you have anything to do with it?”

Billy took a swig of his wine. “Why do you think that?”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. “Knifed by someone in the parking lot. They never found the guy who did it.”

“He had a lot of enemies,” he pointed out.

“Okay, so maybe I was wrong.”

He studied you for several seconds, trying to decide if he should take the leap or not. “You’re not wrong.”

Realization dawned on your face as the truth set in. “Why did you do it?”

“You sure you want to know?”

“I’m asking, aren’t I?”

So he told you, about Operation Cerberus, his role in it and the money he earned, how he’d eliminated Rawlins a year ago when the prick plotted to take out Frank and his family. To this day Frank didn’t know about Billy’s partnership with Rawlins or how close he came to dying and he intended to keep it that way.

Throughout his confession his eyes were glued to your face, gauging your reactions. The part of him determined to do anything to be a success, the one who didn’t let society’s morals get in the way of his ambitions, would never be accepted by his closest friends. Despite the myriad of reasons to have kept that side of himself hidden, he didn’t want to do that with you. Because as risky as it was to be so open with you, it was also exhilarating. There was no one in this world he’d ever been this honest with and that kind of intense connection with you was addictive. He wanted you to know everything about him, all of the dark and vicious thoughts that ran through his head, the burning ambition that kept pushing him forward. He wanted you to know him inside and out and he wanted the same from you.

Before he could prod you to speak your mind the server came by with your dishes, setting your meals on the table. The redhead took her time, all the whilst your gaze was focused on the table, avoiding his. Billy’s heart started to pound in his chest, he was suddenly filled with doubt. Had he made a mistake in telling you the truth? Did he just completely fuck this up? Every second the goddamn redhead lingered at the table felt like an eternity when all he wanted was to shake you out of your stupor.

The second the server left, he moved in on you. “Are you gonna say something?”

You finally looked at him, your forehead burrowed. “We need to do a better job of hiding your history with Rawlins. I found it, that means someone else can too.”

“You gonna help me with that?”

You shook your head ‘yes’. “Yeah, I have to. You need me.”

“What I did doesn’t bother you?”

You exhaled a heavy sigh. “Of course it does, but there’s nothing I can do about it. You’ve seen me at my worst and you didn’t judge me. I won’t do that to you either. Besides, when the universe deals you a shitty hand you’ve got to find other ways to even out your odds.”

A strange feeling of warmth flooded over him, compelling him to angle forward and kiss you on the lips.

You pulled away a second later, smiling at him as you rubbed the corner of his mouth. “This lipstick isn’t kiss-proof.”

“I don’t care.” Wicked visions of you flashed through his mind. Your bold red lips wrapped around his cock, sucking him off the way he liked it. His cum spread over your tits, your neck, your lips. The taste of your sweet, delicious cunt on his tongue as he fucked you with his mouth. The heat of your tongue against his as he rammed into you over and over-

“Stop looking at me like that,” you warned.

“Then stop looking so hot,” he snarked.

You smiled, biting down on your bottom lip.

It blew his mind how sweet and shy you were when he paid you compliments, like you didn’t expect that from him. Obviously he needed to fix that, because you deserved to know how insanely beautiful you were all the time.

“Has Anvil been okay without Rawlins?” you asked, taking a bite out of your butternut squash ravioli.

Swallowing his steak, he wiped his mouth with a napkin. “It was tough for a while but we’ve been doing pretty well the last few months.”

“You should be proud of what you’ve accomplished, Billy. You took a big risk going into business for yourself and you made it work. That’s amazing. I could never do that.”

Billy’s insides radiated with happiness. Other than Curtis and Frank he never really had people who genuinely believed in him so to have you cheering him on was exalting. Especially considering you were great at what you did and he had so much respect for you.

He poured himself and you more wine before reaching for your hand again. “I think you could. You’d make a shitload of money if you freelanced.”

You shook your head ‘no’. “No way, I’m too much of a coward to take a risk like that.” You took a sip of your wine. “Plus I get to go to Paris for work.”

“Or you could go to Paris on vacation and not work.”

“Then I’d have to pay for it,” you pointed out, grinning. “When you grow up the way I did, you learn to appreciate free things.”

Your enthusiasm was infectious, he couldn’t hep but smile back. A part of him was hoping this would be the perfect opening for you to talk more about your childhood, about everything you went through, because he desperately wanted you to trust him as much as he trusted you with his secrets.

“I’ll be there for two weeks,” you continued, oblivious to his disappointment. “We’re going to scout out locations for the new branch and-”

“We?” Billy interjected.

You cast him a quick glance. “Roger’s coming with me on the trip.”

The jealousy that struck him felt like a swift kick to his gut. Images of you and that goddamn bastard traipsing around and enjoying romantic date nights in Paris assaulted his mind. Agitated, he pulled his hand from yours. “I bet that fucker can’t wait to be alone with you.”

“Billy, come on. You can’t be serious.”

“How would you feel if I took off with someone who wanted to fuck me?”

“First of all, he doesn’t want me.”

His jaw clenched with frustration as he glared at you. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He’s thought about fucking you.”

“Even if he does, I don’t want him.” You reached out to cup his face, your voice so soft and tender in your attempts to placate him that he momentarily forgot how upset he was. “You really think I’d jeopardize what we have for a fling with Roger? I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then don’t go. Turn him down.”

Irritation flickered over your face, he could tell you were done coddling him. “Billy, you have no right to ask me that. I’d never interfere with your work.”

Underneath all that jealousy he knew you were right. As much as he despised the idea of you going away to Paris with another guy, he couldn’t demand that you not go on work trips. If you did that to him, it would annoy the fuck out of him. Yet despite his rational side recognizing he was asking for too much, he couldn’t help but feel bitter. “That asshole’s gonna make a move on you, I know it.”

“What if he does? What do you think is gonna happen?”

Hs eyes met yours, urgently seeking some kind of validation from you. “You tell me.”

“Do you think I’m going to sleep with him?”

He flinched. “Don’t talk about fucking another guy, please. You’re gonna make me lose my appetite.”

You took his hand and placed it over your left breast, probably to distract him from all the disgusting images that were running through his brain. “I wanted you so badly and even then it took me like a month to fuck you. Trust me, I’m not going to sleep with him when I’m not even attracted to him.”

Spotting the earnestness in your eyes, the knot in his stomach finally loosened. Roger may have had a hard-on for you but Billy knew you felt nothing for the fucker. He’d noticed that even at the night of the gala. So that meant he had to trust you, there was no reason not to. “Call me every night when you’re there,” he grumbled.

“Every night? You’re probably going to start blocking my calls,” you laughed.

He booped your nose. “Every. Fucking. Night.”

You beamed. “Fine.” A wicked glint flashed in your eyes, a seductive smile on your lips as you slowly moved his hand lower, his fingers now on your nipple. “Hey, just ‘cause you’re not there with me doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

He stroked your nipple over the fabric of your dress, enjoying how the nub hardened under his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat when he continued his ministrations. With his other hand he tucked your hair behind your ear, whispering to you. “Phone sex is alright, but nothing beats this.” His tongue curved along the shell of your ear, and you trembled against him. “Right?”

The waitress seemed to come out of nowhere this time to ask how your meals were, and you jumped back. Disappointed, he sighed.

“Food was great. Thank you,” you replied, smiling stiffly at the redhead.

“Can I get you anything else?”

“Privacy would be great,” Billy muttered.

You kicked him under the table. “Dessert menu?”

“Sure. I’ll bring it right over,” the waitress said, taking your plates away.

“I’ll give you all the sugar you want once we get outta here,” he murmured seductively, caressing your thigh.

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “That’s a terrible line!” You took his hand and removed it from your thigh. “Billy, I’m not sleeping with you tonight.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s our first date and I don’t put out on the first date.”

“Now that’s a terrible line,” he fired back, mimicking your earlier tone.

“Also, we already had sex this morning.”

“So? I’m greedy. I can’t get enough of you.” There was that shy smile of yours again, and he reached out to give you a sweet peck on the cheek. “You blush every time I tease you.”

“I do?”

“Yeah, it’s adorable.”

Your cheeks grew even more red. “I’m not used to it from you. A part of me still thinks you’re bullshitting me.”

Billy stiffened. “Really?”

“I know you’re not playing me,” you reassured. “It’s on me, not you. I just have a hard time accepting when good things happen.”

The waitress came by with the dessert menu. He briefly glanced at it before ordering a slice of pecan pie while you ordered a piece of chocolate cake.

As soon as the redhead left, he broached the topic with you again. “I’m not gonna hurt you, babe. You have to believe that.”

You didn’t look at him, your eyes fixed somewhere on his chest. “I do. You were so pissed off at me last night. I honestly expected you to hit me because you were so angry. But you didn’t.”

It made him sick to his stomach that you actually thought him capable of hitting you. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you would worry about that, but of course you would. With your childhood it made perfect sense, he was just a fucking idiot who hadn’t realized how much it still impacted you. “I’m never gonna lay a hand on you. I swear.” His eyes locked with yours, hoping you can sense how much he meant those words.

“I believe you.”

His voice was insistent, his gaze boring into you. “Why did you think I would?”

Your eyes wavered from his eyes to his lips for a long time, the atmosphere thick with tension. Your facial expressions ran the gamut of painful emotions, from uncertainty to fear to sheer panic.

It finally sank in that maybe the reason you were keeping the truth from him had noting to do with if you trusted him or not. Maybe you didn’t want to be assaulted by memories from the past that caused you so much pain. The last thing he wanted was for you to experience that hell again. Regretting his demanding tone, his hands caressed down the length of your arms. “You don’t have to tell me, It’s okay.”

Your eyes brimmed with aching vulnerability as you looked up at him. “I want to… I just… give me some time, okay?” You pressed your lips against his, giving him the softest, sweetest kiss. “I’ve been looking forward to tonight for so long, I don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

His heart felt full, his mind reeling with wonderment at the thought of you truly reciprocating his feelings. His arms wrapped around you as you sank into him, burying your face in his chest. His fingers stroked the back of your hair, murmuring soft, soothing words to you. Somewhere in the distance he heard the server’s voice trying to interject, but he didn’t give a damn. He was yours and you were his and nothing was going to ruin that. Nothing.

Part 18

A/N - I realize not much happened in this chapter but I just reallly wanted to write a dialogue heavy part where they simply get to know and enjoy each other. I think they’ve earned some fluff. LOL.

As always, thank you for your kind words of encouragement. Please let me know your thoughts.

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Playing tricks with the trickster

Summary: Failed escape attempt from yandere Childe. He lets you play your cards, even playing along, just for his own amusement.

Notes: My first genshin piece yay... I had a sweet and terrible dream of me running from Childe in the woods. Also some inspiration was drawn from @cinnamonest‘s this post, one big virtual hug to her! I hope I did Childe justice, what can I say I love manipulative smiling boys. It has become a pattern as I dash from one fandom to another. This is had turned out to be longer then I expected...Ginger boy demands my time and energy too much omg. Mind the warnings, although there is nothing extreme in this.

Fun fact, I was looping to Nintendo game by Alessia Cara when writing this down. I believe it fits the theme of this fic quite well.

Tagging: @akutaguagua a great friend who patiently beta-read this mess of a horror dream and gave me lots of kind praises!

(Offical art belongs to miHoYo! This is a cover page of this video, if there is any issues, contact me and I will remove it at once)

Warnings: Implied past abduction,dub-con touching, mild degradation, drugging(not on reader), implied non-con/dub-con at the end, this is not healthy love and I do not condone this irl.

It has been nearly a month since the youngest Fatui Harbinger had “taken you in”. After a few tries, you were too horrified by the punishments to continuously fight him. You learned on the first day that Childe’s smiling, the friendly mask would come off towards you. Your behaviour would decide if that is a curse or a “blessing”.

So you had quieted down, struggling to restrain yourself from yelling or screaming, carefully not to provoke his anger. Despite being compliant to his orders, you never truly showed him any affection either. Sure, you would sit on his lap if he asked, but you never initiated anything intimate with him. No matter how much Tartaglia spoiled you with clothes, books, jewelry or other luxuries, he is still the one who holds the commanding end of your shackles. It’s the best not to get used to all of that when your sight is set on the door.

Although he has taken your freedom away, you are not kept in a windowless room. On the contrary, you have too many outings now. Wherever he goes, you have to be present in a 2m radius, including meetings. Being a Harbinger is no easy job, so he prefers not having to worry about your safetly during buisness hours. The best way to do that is never let you out of his sight.

“Love, no one should witness our little problems. Well, no one alive that is.” Of course you wouldn’t want to put innocent people's lives at stake. You never dared to act out when you two are in public, and no one would bat an eye if a Fatui had taken a lover.

You had taken an emotionless approach towards him. If Childe wants a kiss on the cheek, you’ll give him a quick light peck. If he wants breakfast, you’ll go make some pancakes with the topping he likes. Luckily, Childe had not done anything too extreme yet. If cuddling to sleep does not count as extreme that is. The only time you slipped up is when he suddenly hugs you from behind when you’re cooking.

You thought maybe, just maybe, by being as boring and dull as you could, this bastard might just get tired of you and let you go. Childe only loves the fun of it right? Or maybe it could lower his guard.

Oh, how naive you are. You should have known better than to underestimate a Fatui harbinger. See, this is exactly why he needs to keep you around. Yes, unfortunately for you, Childe loves you, so very much. Speaking to him with a monotone voice isn’t going to alter that fact.

You have been devoid of emotions as of late. While Childe does appreciate fewer screams for the sake of his eardrums, this schemer can sense you are up to something. Perhaps this is the peace before your “storm”(he thought of it more like a drizzle)

You want to play a game? Okay, why not? Childe cannot wait to see what tricks you got on those sleeves. Are you ever getting away? Does an amateur ever win when they play a game with a professional trickster? Never.

Still, nothing bites like a cornered rat. You are no airhead, and he is fully aware of that. Just not as cunning and observent as him, that’s all.

The way you just kept your emotions sealed up is impressive, even to someone like him. Even when he got hansy, you did not flinch and just stared at the corner. Childe can only catch faint glimpses of anger when you thought he wasn’t looking.

Hm, when are you pulling your trigger? Tonight, or tomorrow night? Not that Childe is impatient, anything from you is worth waiting. But he would need to dismiss his patrolling underlings in the nearby woods beforehand. No extras would be allowed to disturb this game.

There is no chance during the day, a somewhat mutual understanding for you two. Night time in comparison, is a different story.

Anyone’s sleeping hours is their most vulnerable time of the day, Childe is no exception. You do not plan to harm him, not that you don’t want to. But you are willing to swallow the pent up frustration towards him if you would never see his face again after this. Maybe beating up some slimes would help with the release?

You somehow managed to slip a mixture of herbs into his tea. Since he would buy cooking ingredients for you from time to time, you had requested a bunch of herbs along with the ingredients of a sleep inducing medicine you remembered. Although Childe does all he can to keep you near him, there are inevitable hours that he needs to be somewhere without you. He cannot jeopardize your safety with troublesome monsters. On a side note, he loves showing you off to anyone, his colleagues, acquaintances, business partners, anyone he does not deem a threat.

Enough time for you to make those herbs into powder and cover it up with a few spoons of milk. Tea with milk has become quite popular in Liyue as of late. Childe has grown to love them, so you have learned how to mix it up. He always let you handle his food and drinks, saying that he “trusts you”. What you do not know is this is one of the openings he exposed on purpose. It’s not like you can aquire anything deadly under his suffocating supervision.

Your plan will work, or so you think. Childe will not wake up when you wiggle out of his grasp, because dreamland will keep him occupied. All you need is a glider and a usable sword from Liyue and you’ll get your life back. Bottling up extreme emotions has certainly taken a toll on your mind, but it will be worth it if that is the prerequisite of being free.

Something about this being so easy sits ill with you. Have you really been with the youngest Fatui Harbinger this whole time? But that was brushed off your shoulders by the sheer excitement of regaining your long lost freedom. You know Liyue is in walking distance, all you need to do is cross these woods and-

The moment you dive into the forest, you think you heard an amused chuckle.

That smooth voice terrifies you to no end, the same voice you took orders from for the past month.

Oh, how Childe loves seeing you happy. It’s priceless, both literally and figuratively. No matter how many things he buys you, you had not shown him even one small smile. Enjoy your sweet freedom, because it ain’t going to last. You certainly will know your place after this right? If not you are just dumber then he give you credit for.

That glow of relief in your eyes is worth every last bit of this intense dizzying feeling to Childe. To make sure your plan go through, he had drunk the tea without hesitation, quick enough to catch the momentarily excitement you expressed. He knows the game is on, therefore he had given the night patrol guards the entire evening off. Forcing himself to stay concious by digging his nails into his palms, Childe followed you into the woods.

Your potion is quite strong. Excellent, you’ll have to give him the recipe for informational purposes later. Especially how you managed to achieve such effects with a few herbs you had. He never took you to be anything less than a smart girl, but this has exceeded his expectations. Where’s the fun in a game without challenges?

How you storm through the forest wearing that cute terrified expression looks so endearing, it’s surely not his fault if he wants to enjoy this sight to be longer right.

So, each time you feel the slightest at ease due to whatever reason, expect Childe to make some sound to send you running like your life depends on it again. The sadistic man is hunting you down playfully, like a cat chasing a stray mouse to the inevitable corner.

You know he is toying with you. There is nothing you can do to make him shut up though.

“Love, you had scratched your leg. Must hurts by the looks of it.”

“Liyue is that way, you know.”

“Are you tired? If you want to jog in the middle of the night, you should have called me to come along!”

How can he say those things nonchalantly while you are trying to escape from him? Here he is, daunting you with that signature smile he wears so very often. That is when reality slaps you right in the face. No matter how hard you plan, no matter how fast you run, there is no getting rid of him.

When your stamina runs out, a simple pull and push on your left wrist is enough to let you fall onto the ground panting. Even now, you still refuse to beg for mercy. You would take the cold grounds to the warmth of Childe’s embrace anyday.

“Aw, burnt out already? Pathetic. Looks like we need to work on your stamina more. But this is not the place for exercise.”

“Look at me.” His slender but forceful fingers tilt your head up, making you look into those ocean blue orbs. There is anger present in his eyes, but those emotions are more a mixture of delight and that. His smile had also been replaced by a mocking smirk. “You, trying to leave me? Your sense of humor is...well, let’s just call it unique. Lucky for you, you amused me nonetheless.”

“I know what you’re thinking. How I’m a selfish jerk and you hate me. Why be so ungrateful? You get to live in luxury thanks to me, you know. I am selfish, yes, but look how stupid you are. I know you added something extra in my evening tea, my beloved.”

“Come now, we are going to do some exercises suited for a night like this once we’re back home. It is our one month milestone, after all. You had already given me your gift, it is only fair for you that I do the same.”

Childe is not making a sarcastic remark. The thrill of that chase was the best fun he had in months. And you are going to love his gift too, maybe not right away, but surely sometimes after.

You have to mentally prepare yourself for the worst as he dragged you back to the prison, hopefully you’ll still be able to walk properly after whatever Childe got in store.

#yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere childe x reader #yandere childe #yandere tartaglia #this is a dream fleshed out into a fic #i am not sorry

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Hello! Can i request to oneus’s reaction when they accidentally say something hurtful to their s/o during argument? Thankyou!!

ONEUS Reaction When They Accidentally Said Something Hurtful

Hi! Thank you for dropping us a request! [Bim: Also, as someone who is use to write a lot of angsts, I don’t know how to do light angst, but I think this is the lightess I can do. I apologise in advance if this is too angsty for you.] 💙

[Note: We’ll refer you as their s/o.]

Kim Youngjo / Ravn

Having an argument with you is the last thing he wished for. He usually good at controlling his emotion and feeling. He usually tried his best to not say anything hurtful to you but somehow he kind of loose it and he felt bad.

He was busy in the studio and seems like everything does not go well that day; that includes you. Your car was not in the best shape for these pass few days and it keeps breaking down. While he was struggling in the studio, you called him for help because of your car and he snaps. “Babe, my car broke down again.”, you says and before you could ask if he could pick you up, you heard his groan in the other line. “Look, I told you to bring it to the workshop.”, he starts. “Why didn’t you do so? Are you dumb or what?” “I didn’t know it—“, he cuts you. “Yeah you actually know!”, he starts to raise his voice. “Just for once, can you stop bothering me with these kind of things? I had a lot in my plate today.” Yes, that actually hurts. “Well, sorry for bothering you all these times.”, you said and the line suddenly went dead. Honestly, you thought he hang up on you but it was your phone. It died. “Ah, just great. Now how am I calling a cab?” On the other hand, Ravn realised that he did say something that is very hurtful to you. He thought you hang up on him and he has been trying to call you back but your line was off. Instead of staying in the studio, he went out looking for you. Thank goodness, he knew the route you take to go home but he only found your car on the road side. Then he drove away again, trying to look for you. A few minutes later, he saw you a few meters away. He stops aside and run towards you as he calls your name. “I’m sorry, babe. I am so, so sorry. My emotion got the best of me today. I’m so sorry, let’s go home.”

Lee Seoho

Starting an arguments is always his favourite. He kind of enjoy gaslighting you out of no where. However, those kind of arguments were usually light and not a serious one. Usually, you never take him to heart but this is a different one.

You had allergies that you kept to yourself and Seoho never knew about it. You hate to tell people about your allergies because apparently they made fun of you or told you were a brat for being a picky eater and Seoho is one of them. “I don’t feel good.”, you says as you laid quietly on the couch next to him. Seoho turns his head towards you and laughs. “Of course you are. Have you ever feel good?”, he snarky remarks suddenly tick you off. “Excuse me?”, you glares him. “Yeah, you always laid down after you had your meal. Of course it doesn’t feel good.”, he replies, did not realise the situation yet. You decide to wave him off since you do not have the mood to argue back. However, you are getting more uncomfortable and suddenly have the urge to throw up but you hold it. You asks Seoho what did he put in his cookings and casually saying them all though you did tell him before that you really can’t have any of it. “Are you serious?” “What it can’t be hurt if you had it a little, right? See? You were just fine. Come on, don’t be a weak.”, he says. “Now, sit. Don’t lay on the couch.”, he adds. Suddenly you stood up and run towards the toilet, that is when he realised you actually meant well with your allergies. He was not just said something a bit hurtful to you but actually hurt you. “Babe! Are you okay? I’m sorry.”, he says. “I thought you’re just playing around.” Before you could reply, you found yourself in his car heading to the hospital which is you were thankful for.

Kim Geonhak / Leedo

Honestly, both of you had the nastiest temper and none of you actually ever back down from your arguments. Most of the time it was you who would initiate a conversation first to make him less upset, seldom time; he did. Yeah, not the best move. He should know better that ones patience always have their limit.

It was one night where you had your random thought and casually asked him. He thought you were being thoughtless because you knew he was struggling with it. “I have a question.”, you began as Leedo give you a look before told you to go ahead. “Is it wrong to bottle up your feelings?”, you mindlessly asks and totally forgot about his situation at the moment. The reason behind your question because you; yourself were bottling it up. “Are you teasing me?”, his voice suddenly went deep and intense, trying his best to not snap at you. Surprise with the intense tone, you turn your head, “What?”, you pause. “No. It was just random thought.”, you adds. “Oh really? If you understand my feelings, you would know if it’s right or wrong.”, he says. You did not know where it came but you guess it was because of you were being thoughtless, apparently again. Before you could answer him, he add, “You don’t even understand people’s emotion, so keep it quiet.” “Yeah. I know I lack of emotions but you don’t have to rub it on my face. I’m sorry for asking.”, with that you walk out from the room and that was when he realised what he just said. He follows after you and apologised for what he said to you. “Babe, I’m sorry I said those kind of things to you. I shouldn’t have say them.” “No. You’re right. I don’t understand.”, you says, looking away. Honestly, you were not mad but just a bit disappointed and probably hurt a bit. The whole night, he was trying to make up with you.

Lee Keonhee

Both of you and Keonhee always pranking each other, especially you. You seems to enjoy it a little much because he has the best reaction. Keonhee hates jump-scares a lot but that is what you always do.

He went home early and did not know that you were home earlier than he did. He was holding a gift for you since your birthday is coming up. It was a glass figurine of you and him and it was pretty expensive, but you did not know. As soon as he came inside, you jumped in front of him as you made a a loud noise. Of course, he was surprise and the gift accidentally slips off from his hand he fell backward because of the surprise you have him. You laugh a him because you think it is funny. “It is not funny at all alright?!”, he shout at you. “It is.”, you reply. “You should see your face.”, you were still laughing. “Why are you so childish? Look what have you done!”, he says as he check the glass figurines in the box and to his horror it was shattered into pieces. “Do you have any idea how expensive this is and how long I have to wait to get this?”, he began to raise his voice and honestly you starts to feel bad. You immediately stop laughing and get down to help him with the shattered glasses. “Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” “Don’t touch it! Move away.”, he slaps your hand away and your fore-arm accidentally brushes against the glazes of the standing figurine in the box. You pulled your hands away as Keonhee pick up the box and brought it to the room. While you quietly went to get the first aid kit. He was busy checking the shattered figurine when he realised the little blood on one of the standing figurine. He checks himself and do not see any cuts. “Was it…?”, quickly he walk out from the room and found you in the kitchen, trying to clean up your cut. “Hey, babe…”, he took the antiseptic and the cotton ball from you and begin to help you with it. “I’m sorry for what I said and I made you cut yourself too…” “I’m sorry too, babe.”

Yeo Hwanwoong

He hates it when you were making fun of him especially about his height but it was not anything extreme. But you will apologised when you think you have gone too far because you can basically his expression changed.

Today is another day of teasing him but you had no idea he was not having the mood today. When he came home, you greeted him with “Hey shorty, how’s your day?”, you asks as you flipping the channels, finding anything interesting to watch. “Gosh, can you cut it out?”, he groans and throw himself on another couch. “Is shorty not having the mood today?”, you teases. He rolls his eyes every time you called him shorty and you definitely know you did piss him off. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry, babe.”, you apologised. “So how was your day?”, you asks. “Stop saying sorry if you’re going to make fun of my height again.”, he pause. “I wonder if you actually feel apologetic at all? Because from what I observed, you don’t.”, he add. You were speechless. Though you want to say something to defence yourself, you cannot because he got a point. “What? Has the cat got your tongue?”, he asks. “Babe, I’m sorry. I really am. I meant it.”, you says. “Oh, no you don’t. You’re just a hopeless university student who is about to fail her semester but have the audacity to make fun of me. Should I make fun of your broken family too?”, he asks. When he did not received any replies from you, he walks towards his room and slams the door. After a while when he managed to calm himself down, he just realised what he said just now. Quickly, he went out from the room to check out on you but found you no where in the house. “Damn it.”, he curses under his breathe and went out, looking for you while giving you a call. “Babe, I’m sorry for what I said just now. I was being too much and I know I did hurt you back there.”, he speaks even before you could greet him. “Where are you?”, he asks. “Just in the park.”, you replied slowly. Though he apologised to you a few times because of his words, you assured him that is fine. You think you kind of deserve it but he believe you do not deserve any of it.

Son Dongju / Xion

His mouth has no filter at all. Every time he speak it will always lead to an argument. Most of the time it was always the funny arguments. Though sometimes the argument would turn into a serious one but none of your feelings were hurt.

You decided to continue your studies to a higher level because these modern days and economies. No one actually would hire you these days even if you graduated from high school. You had to stop back then because of the family. While Xion, he has completed his bachelor degree ahead of you. You struggles a lot with the subjects especially the one you were trying to finish at the moment. Then, Xion came and have a sit on the couch, facing you. “Still with the report?”, he asks and you nods. Then, you remembers that Xion did took the same course as you did while he was doing his bachelor degree. You asks him about a few things and honestly those were the basic questions that you could just search it in the internet. “What kind of question is that?”, he scoffs. “This is the reason why you should finish your high school instead of dropping out.” Your expression changed. “It was because I have no choice back then.”, you replied coldly slams your laptop shut before heading to your shared bedroom. Xion was taken back with the sudden out burst but then realised he just said something he should not have. “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”, he said. “I was trying to sound funny but that was too much. I know.”, as he hugs you. “I am so sorry, babe.”

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A Space Already Taken

Ep4x12 Buddie ficlet (not really any spoilers for season 4).

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Buck can take a hint. Particularly when it comes to romance and attraction—he knows when someone wants him and he knows when to make a move. Honestly, at this point he’s had so much practice charming people into bed that he could teach a class on it. One Night Stands 101 or something.

Which is why Taylor Kelly confuses the hell out of him.

Since the treasure hunting incident, she’s backed away from him three times. She’ll lean in close, lower her voice, flutter her eyelashes, brush her hair behind her ear…

And then lean away! Buck is losing his mind.

So when she does it again, when they’re at his apartment after a dinner Buck cooked for them, leaning against each other on the floor in front of the couch, Buck sighs out,

“Taylor, what are we doing?”

She’d turned away from him already, faked a laugh over some conversation they’d been having (i.e., she’d been having while Buck was getting lost in her eyes), but at his words she freezes.

Slowly, like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar, she turns back toward him. The expression on her face is familiar. He’d seen it on Abby a lot, near the end. And Ali.

It’s regret.

“My bad,” Buck says hastily, holding up his hands, “Sorry. If I’ve been, you know, pushy about it.”

Taylor bites her lip.

“I’m sorry, Buck,” she says. “If we weren’t friends then… yeah, a tumble would be fun. But we are. And it gets… messy.”

“I would have thought you’d be kind of into a friends with benefits situation,” Buck says, non-judgemental. “Don’t have to waste time on romance or relationships, you know?”

“I don’t have an issue with it,” Taylor corrects. “But you would.”

“Me?” Buck says, surprised. “Most of my relationships have been no-strings-attached ones.”

“Yeah…” Taylor says gently. “But that’s not you anymore. You know I’m right. You want romance, Buck. You want marriage and kids and love. Real love. And you deserve it. Which is exactly why you shouldn’t waste your time on me.”

“That’s bullshit,” Buck protests, but his heart is sinking because, well, she’s right.

Taylor shakes her head. “I can’t give you those things, Buck. I’m not sure they’re what I even want. Love, yes. But the rest of it?”

“Who says we need to figure it out now? Who says we can’t give it a shot and see where it goes?”

“Because I don’t have all that many friends,” Taylor admits. “And I don’t want to lose one over something stupid like a lack of self-restraint.”

“Who says you’ll lose me?” Buck asks, grasping at straws now. “You keep talking like you can predict everything, like the future’s already set in stone. But from what I’ve seen, the future’s pretty fucking unpredictable.”

“Buck,” Taylor says, swaying close to lay a hand on his cheek, “even if I did love you as more than a friend, I wouldn’t be able to hold a candle to Eddie.”

Buck feels the world stop turning. For just a second. Stalled on its axis like a wind-up toy that reached the end of its mechanical loop.

“Oh, Buck,” Taylor says, pulling her hand away. “C’mon. You revolve around him like he’s the fucking sun.”

“No, I…” Buck shakes his head like a dog dispelling water from its fur. “We’re friends. Brothers. I love him, yeah, but not like…”

“Brothers don’t look at each other the way you two look at each other.”

Buck’s palms are sweating. “Look at each other… how?”

Taylor gives him a long look, somewhere between disbelief and pity.

She says, “like they want to devour each other whole.”

Buck doesn’t sleep that night.

Taylor left with a kiss to his cheek and an open invitation to call her therapist—not her, she made abundantly clear, because she’d done enough to help Buck through the ensuing emotional crisis over the next three hours and two bottles of wine. But Buck just stares up at the ceiling and relives every moment he can recall about Eddie.

And there’s… a lot to get through.

Eddie smiling as Chris reads out a poem he wrote for class.

Eddie concentrated and intense, fists raised as he efficiently and elegantly attacks the punching bag at the station.

Eddie lying pale and cold in the hospital bed after nearly drowning, Buck gripping his hand and thanking every God he can think of that he won’t have to tell Chris he lost another parent.

Eddie’s eyes, warm on his, smiling that conspiratorial smile he saves just for Buck, that makes Buck feel like he’s swallowed the sun.

And Buck realizes that, on some level, he’s always known. He’s never felt this way about anyone. Like the world glows a little brighter when Eddie’s around, like his heart is a skipping record every time Eddie touches him.

He can’t remember a time when it didn’t feel like this.

Buck throws off the covers and stomps down the stairs, grabbing his keys from the kitchen counter on his way out the door.

The drive to Eddie’s is full of white noise and Buck’s memories.

“Real funny, Buck.”

“I know you did.”

“You could have my back any day.”

“Buck, there’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you.”

Buck finds himself at Eddie’s door, the porch light flickering on as it senses him. He thinks about knocking, but he doesn’t want to wake Chris, so he pulls out his phone and texts Eddie.

Within a minute, Buck hears noise from inside the house. Eddie’s always been a light sleeper. He makes it to the door three minutes after Buck texts him, ‘I’m outside.’

It’s enough time for Buck to shiver a little at the cold night air, realize he’d put on two different shoes, and chicken out.

Eddie swings open the door and blinks at Buck, a tiny frown on his face.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, stepping aside so that Buck can come in.

Buck curses internally while he toes off his mismatched shoes. “Nothing. I… I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Not your leg, is it?” Eddie asks, making his way down the hallway to the living room. Buck’s heartbeat kicks up, because here’s Eddie sleep-rumpled at four in the morning, opening his door to Buck and worrying about an injury from two years ago.

Buck never had a chance, did he?

“No,” Buck replies, following Eddie onto the couch. “Not the leg.”

Eddie fixes his eyes on Buck and gives him a long, assessing look. Unlike Taylor, Eddie’s gaze is tinged with concern and sympathy.

“This about Taylor Kelly?” He asks, eyes narrowing.

“Jesus,” Buck mutters. “What is it with you two reading my mind lately?”

“You’re just an open book, Buck,” Eddie says, fighting a yawn. “Not much to it. What happened?”

“She just… turned me down,” Buck says with a shrug. He can’t bring himself to feel that bad about it.

“And you’re… upset?” Eddie asks, because of course he can tell that’s not what Buck is really here about.

“No,” Buck admits. “Not really.”

“What is it then?” Eddie asks. And the way he says it, so patiently, resting his cheek against his fist as he sits sideways on the couch to face Buck, breaks something down inside him.

“It’s just…” Buck picks at a loose thread on his jeans. “I just wonder when someone is going to look at me and like… want me. When someone is finally going to love me back.”

The room goes still, like it’s holding its breath the same way Buck and Eddie are. Buck can’t bring himself to look up at whatever expression is on Eddie’s face.

Eddie breathes out. In barely more than a whisper, he says, “I do.”

Buck’s vision goes white for a moment.

His voice cracks as he says, “what?”

“I love you,” Eddie says, firmer now. He’s committed to it. That’s how Eddie is. He doesn’t back down. Buck’s always admired that about him.

“You… but… Ana?” Buck splutters, staring sightlessly down at his own hands, which have fallen still in his lap.

Eddie lets out a hollow-sounding laugh. “Ana broke up with me,” he says.

“What?”

“A few weeks ago, actually. Says I wasn’t trusting enough. That I didn’t really want her in mine and Chris’s lives. She wasn’t wrong.”

“No?” Buck feels like he’s breathing underwater, like there’s no air in the entire goddamn universe.

“Because I already have you,” Eddie says. “Hard to fill a place that’s already taken.”

Buck is horrified to feel a tear slide down his cheek. Jesus, he’s a mess. Eddie’s in love with this?

“Hey,” Eddie says, reaching over to lay a hand on Buck’s shoulder. Buck feels his tell-tale heart skip a beat. “Buck, you alright?”

“I just found out my best friend is in love with me,” Buck chokes out, “after realizing that I’ve been in love with him for years. Give me a minute.”

Eddie doesn’t.

He reaches a hand over to Buck’s jaw, turning Buck to face him. Eddie’s smile is ecstatic, radiant, like someone just told him every Hildy product in the world had been destroyed.

“That so?” He says, his other hand slipping over Buck’s shoulder and down his back, bringing them close. Close enough that their noses are practically touching.

“Yeah,” Buck says.

He can take a hint. He knows when someone wants him. He knows when to make a move.

But when Eddie kisses him, it takes Buck completely and wholly by surprise. Because apparently Buck is hopeless when it comes to love.

Eddie pulls away and Buck chases him with lips and hands and muttered pleas. Eddie breathes a laugh against his lips and Buck wants to feel that every day for the rest of his life.

“I love you,” Eddie says, “so goddamn much.”

“I love you, too,” Buck echoes, feeling warm and soft inside and out. Like he’s incandescent.

“Good,” Eddie says, kissing Buck on the nose, which makes him feel like his bones have turned to jelly. “Can we go the fuck to sleep, then?”

Buck laughs. “I’ll try to save my earth-shattering realizations for daytime from now on,” he says.

“Please do. I’d hate to have to kill you before the wedding.”

“Wedding?” Buck asks, laughing again.

“M’serious,” Eddie protests, rubbing his nose against Buck’s cheek. “I’m going to marry you, Buck. I’d ask you now, but the ring’s in my nightstand.”

“Bullshit.”

Eddie presses his smile to Buck’s. “Why don’t you come to bed and find out?”

Turns out, Eddie does have a ring. It’s black and polished metal that he shyly admits he bought more than a year ago.

“Wasn’t that during the lawsuit?” Buck asks, admiring the ring on his finger. “Weren’t we not talking then?”

“Why’d you think I was so mad at you?” Eddie says, eyes closed, laying back against the pillows. He’s got one arm wrapped around Buck’s waist. “Mad at myself too, ‘cause I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wasn’t ready. I didn’t think you could ever… I didn’t think you felt the same.”

“Guess tonight was a surprise, huh?”

Eddie slides his hand up to twine his fingers with Buck’s, brushing his thumb over the ring on Buck’s hand.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees. “Life likes to throw me curveballs, I guess.”

“Excuse you,” Buck says, settling down into the curve of Eddie’s arm. “I’m not a curveball.”

“Sure you are,” Eddie says. “But I love you anyway.”

Buck rests his cheek on Eddie’s chest, closing his eyes. “I’m gonna have to send Taylor a thank you card.”

Eddie snorts. “Go to sleep, Buck.”

Buck, smiling to himself, does. After all, they’ve got a pretty big day ahead of them. Starting with Christopher.

#buddie #long post #ray writes

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scuttling · 3 years

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Watching

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Aaron Hotchner/OC Derek Morgan/Penelope Garcia Word Count: 2,917 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Voyeurism, Daddy kink, Dom/sub, Tie as restraint, Oral sex, Vaginal fingering, Hand jobs, Unprotected sex, Married sex, Biting, Multiple orgasms, You will need Jesus after reading! Summary: Aaron and OC are out to dinner with Derek and Penelope, and OC makes an offhand joke about letting them... watch. Smut ensues. Note: This is a reformatted, previously published work. Link to A03 or read below! They are out to dinner one night, on a double date with Morgan and Garcia—which Aaron thought might be awkward at first but is now one of his favorite casual activities—when Morgan makes an offhand comment about how different they are, as couples.

“We all know you two are in love, but your thing is still so intense. Penelope and I are all sappy and soft 100% of the time, aren’t we, baby girl?” he asks Garcia, and she smiles, something sweet and shy, looks over at him with adoration in her eyes.

“Yep, very sappy and soft. We’d make for a very interesting episode of Wife Swap,” she jokes, and Sophie, only about halfway into her first glass of wine, laughs softly.

“Well, I won’t swap, but you could watch,” she says, completely teasingly, but the atmosphere among the four of them changes abruptly—not with awkwardness, but interest. She looks to Aaron for guidance, and he puts a hard hand on her thigh, takes a sip of his own wine.

“You could. Watch. If you wanted,” he says, not exactly making eye contact, because he doesn’t know where the rush of boldness comes from, but Garcia looks at Morgan with an unreadable expression, and then they both nod.

“Yeah. I think we would like that.” Sophie’s hand covers his on her lap and she squeezes, pushing it higher up her thigh, a great sign of things to come. Morgan looks like he wants to speak again, but the waiter arrives with their food, and the spell is kind of broken.

They eat, talk, laugh, nothing unusual about the night compared to the many other times they’ve all gone to dinner, but when Morgan signs the check, he looks over at them cautiously.

“Got any plans for the rest of the evening?” The question itself is so casual, but his tone betrays him, and Aaron knows exactly what he’s asking. He looks to Sophie, who presses her lips together in thought.

“We have a bottle of that Merlot you like, if you guys want to come over for a bit,” she says to Garcia, who rambles a little about how good it is, and the first time she tried it, before Morgan brushes her cheek and accepts the offer for them.

When they meet up at Sophie and Aaron’s apartment after dinner, there is a bit of tension; Sophie tries her best to make small talk with Garcia about the building as they head upstairs, Morgan and Aaron don’t look at or speak to each other at all, and it makes him wonder if maybe he misread the situation.

Still, everyone takes off their coats, their shoes if they want to, and Sophie plays hostess, brings out the wine, pours a glass for each of them.

The conversation comes more easily, then—not because they’re drunk, because between the food and the time spent at the restaurant, no one is even tipsy—but maybe because they are curled up as couples on opposite couches, something easy, normal, somewhere they’ve been before.

Aaron says something offhand that Sophie finds sweet, and she kisses him, just a peck at first, but it becomes something more, deeper, wetter, without either of them really trying. He moves the hand around her waist, uses it to push up her dress a bit, sliding over her bare thigh, and she hums at his touch.

He risks a glance at Morgan and Garcia, and they are watching carefully, Morgan’s hands running smoothly up and down her arms. They look comfortable, intrigued, aroused, and Aaron can find no reason to stop, in them or Sophie, so he doesn’t.

He puts his other hand on her waist as well, guides her into his lap, so she’s straddling his thighs, and he takes her face in his hands, kisses her hard, earning a slow roll of her hips. It’s exactly what he’s looking for, and he pushes her skirt up over her ass, showcasing little lacy panties.

If they’re interested in how intense their sex life can be, he knows exactly where to begin.

“Sweet girl,” he says, a little bit louder than he might normally, but they do have an audience tonight, “there’s something I’ve been thinking about all evening.” She licks her lips, wraps her hands around his biceps, looking so beautiful it hurts, and he feels himself getting a little emotional when he thinks of how much trust she is showing tonight.

He will be sure to reward her for that when they’re alone.

“What is it, daddy?” He wants to flick his eyes over Morgan and Garcia, see how they react to hearing how easily that falls from her lips, but he remains focused on her.

Without words, he reaches up to loosen his gray silk tie, pull it off, and he brings her wrists together behind her back, wraps it around them, knotting it tightly, twice. He hears a soft gasp that must belong to Garcia, but his eyes don’t leave Sophie’s.

“You know I love to tie you up, feel how tense your body gets beneath my hands.” He slides those hands over her hips, her waist, her back, slowly, making her moan and rub against him. He lifts her skirt up again, so they can see her perfect little ass, but not enough to cover her bound wrists, and he encourages her to grind in his lap. “If I want to turn up your level of desperation, I know all I have to do is take away your ability to touch me; you become a slutty, writhing, moaning mess, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” she agrees, letting her head fall back as her thighs work around him. He pulls her closer by the throat, presses his lips there, and she groans. “Do you want me to come like this?” He pretends to contemplate that for a moment despite having his next move already planned out, puts his hands on her hips to still them.

“No, baby. Another thing I’ve been thinking about all evening is eating your pussy. Craving it. That’s how I want you to come.” She nods eagerly and he lays her back along the couch carefully, resting on her wrists. He folds her skirt up over her chest, presses his lips to her taut stomach, and slides off her panties, makes a show of placing them on the coffee table.

He leans up to peer into her eyes, because this is a whole new ball game, now, and she looks at him with the hazy expression that means she’s right where he wants her; he smiles, kisses her mouth, and then slides down, holds open her right thigh so it’s easier for Morgan and Garcia to see what he’s doing.

He kisses her pussy a few times at first, with lots of tongue, and she pants, stretching out her neck and sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. He knows how sexy that is, can hear rough breath coming from across the room, but he doesn’t look, doesn’t take his eyes or his mind off of Sophie.

His left hand, the hand holding her thigh down, snakes around so he can rub at her clit with his index finger; she lifts her hips involuntarily when he does it, and he slides his tongue between her lips, earning a strangled groan.

“Mmm, ah,” she pants, arching her back a little to relieve pressure on her wrists, and he doubles down, stimulating her with his lips and tongue, even his nose, making her shudder and rub her cheek against the throw pillow behind her. Still pressing gently against her swollen, throbbing bud, he slides one finger inside her pussy, flicks his tongue a couple times, and she comes loudly, squeezing around his finger, pressing up against his face.

He continues to softly lick at her once she’s spent, until she moans in a way that means she’s had enough, and he pulls back, removes his finger, presses it to her lips and then inside her open mouth. He wipes his face on the inside collar of his shirt and she sucks and licks his finger clean, sighing when he pulls it out.

“Did that feel good, baby?” he murmurs, leaning in to capture her lips, and she nods, smiles when they break apart.

“Always good.” He pulls her up to a seat, facing away from him, and runs his hands over her shoulders, her arms, unties the knots at her wrists, dropping his tie on the table next to her panties. She sighs, and he pushes her hair away from her neck, kisses her there, and slowly slides down the zipper of her dress.

He takes a moment to look over at Morgan and Garcia, who are fully turned on by the looks of things; her hand moves slowly in his lap, his hand between her legs, and she is flushed where he looks serious, restrained.

He helps Sophie out of her dress, kisses her deeply, full of love and hunger, and then unhooks her bra so she is bare before them all. She trembles a little in his hands, but he knows she knows the words to say if she wants to stop, and every minute she doesn’t say them, doesn’t want to stop, is like a gift.

He sits up in the middle of the sofa, legs spread, and she kneels down to work at his belt, his fly, looking up into his eyes when he pushes his pants and underwear down, but not off. He says nothing, does nothing, for a moment, and she sits there, patient, quiet, waits for instruction. When he gives none, she squirms a little, puts her hands on his knees.

“Do you want me to suck, daddy?” He cups her throat with his palm, slides it up to her face, brushes his thumb over her lips and shakes his head.

“No, baby. Climb up, away from me.” She does as asked, settles into his lap facing Morgan and Garcia, her thighs spread wide, his hard cock nestled against her ass. The view this time is more explicit, especially as they all face each other, and his dick leaks at the thought of taking her in front of them, of them seeing how completely she belongs to him. “Good girl. Daddy’s going to fuck you, now. Come when you want to.” He squeezes one of her breasts in his hand and she braces herself against him, sighs as he pushes in.

He won’t last long, he knows that from the start as he pounds up inside her, as she moans long and decadent, full to the hilt. He puts his hands on her hips and slams her down as he thrusts up, lets her just focus on holding herself up and being fucked so hard their bodies slap together loudly.

“God, baby. So tight for me, so fucking wet,” he all but growls against her throat, and she arches against him, pushing out her chest and breathing rough and ragged. “You have the sweetest, most beautiful pussy, and it belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

“Mmm, yes daddy,” she pants, reaching back to curl a hand in his hair, and he groans, thrusting into her with reckless abandon.

“Yeah, even before I married you, you were all mine, but now you like to be the perfect wife, sucking my cock before work, riding it afterward. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Fuck, yes,” she whines, puts her hand on his, wedding rings catching as their bodies move roughly; it turns him on the same way seeing her in one of his shirts does, because it means mine, and he mutters the word in her ear, earning a sigh.

It’s impossible not to look at Morgan and Garcia while he fucks her, and they are staring, rapt, at where his body connects with Sophie’s; she has his cock out of his pants, stroking softly, and her panties are pushed aside, two fingers pumping inside her while the other hand rubs at her clit. He’s a little pleased they’re putting on that good of a show, kisses Sophie’s neck in a reward she may not quite understand.

He bites down, soft in comparison to the way his cock is so deep it feels like he’s in her stomach, and she comes, moans, yanks on his hair. Immediately after, she wants to sag against him, but he snaps his hips hard against hers, whispers soothing words against her bitten skin.

“No baby, not yet. Keep coming on my cock. I’m not done with you yet.” He fucks her faster, harder, if that’s possible, moves his hands to her breasts and squeezes them tight as he pummels her soft, spent body. “Keep coming on it, sweet girl, for daddy. Don’t stop.”

She is really moaning now, wanton, filthy, basically putty in his hands, and their friends are gasping softly against each other’s mouths when she comes a third time, clamping down so tightly that he loses it too, groaning her name and pumping come inside her tight channel. She practically collapses back against him, and he murmurs sweet words like perfect and gorgeous and love you into her ear, rubbing her body until she all but flinches away from overstimulation.

They lay there for a moment, thoroughly satisfied and boneless, just breathing together, and then she lifts off of him; he can feel all that come gush out when it’s no longer got his cock holding it in, and Morgan must see it too, because his breath hitches and he spills over Garcia’s hand with a grunt. She whispers in his ear, and Sophie stands, pulls Aaron to the bathroom so they can clean up and grab some things for the other couple to use as well.

“That was…” she says as she washes her hands after she pees, and he comes up behind her, wraps his arms around her, kisses her cheek. “Hmm. Something else. You were in rare form,” she teases, and he turns her head so they can kiss properly.

“It’s easy, with you. Especially when I want to show someone that you’re mine.” She laughs softly against his lips.

“Everyone knows, Aaron. As if the ring wasn’t enough, the vibes coming off of you are so strong, I don’t get hit on even when you’re across the room anymore. People just know.” He wipes at her pussy with a warm, wet cloth, and she sighs happily. “Maybe it’s pheromones or something. I’ve probably swallowed and absorbed so much of your come that I smell like you, now.” He makes a pleased noise at that, meets her eyes in the mirror.

“Now that’s an idea: fill you up with my come before we go anywhere so everyone backs the fuck off of what’s mine.” He knows his tone is possessive, but she just sighs indulgently, turns to help clean him off as well.

“You know I won’t complain,” she murmurs, looks up at him through soft lashes. “Just write ‘specimen container’ on my forehead and call it a day.”

He laughs at that, probably exactly as intended, and his streak of jealousy is diffused just like that. They leave the bathroom, and she slips on her robe while he opts for a t-shirt and boxers. When they make their way out to the living room, Morgan and Garcia are finished, looking at them with a tentative gaze, and Sophie smiles softly, hands them the small stack of towels.

“You remember where the bathroom is, right? I can get us some more wine while you two get freshened up,” she says kindly, as if she wasn't just fucked within an inch of her life in front of them, and his come-dumb brain can only focus on how pretty she is, and how lucky he is to have her as his wife. How lucky he is that she puts up with his bullshit.

The other couple heads to the bathroom, holding hands, looking very sweet and sappy, and Sophie makes for the kitchen for more wine, as promised. She pours them each a glass, and Aaron rifles through the snack cupboard until he finds the crunchy little cookies she likes, puts a few on a plate for her. When she sees what he’s doing, she smiles, runs her hand across his back.

“Three orgasms, snacks… what more could a woman ask of her handsome husband?” she murmurs, popping a cookie into her mouth, and he bends to kiss her, sweet, slow.

“If you think of something, let me know. I'd do anything to keep you happy.”

"Oh, you do," she says, brushing his cheek. He picks up a cookie off the plate and puts it in her mouth, earning another smile.

Morgan and Garcia linger for about an hour after emerging from the bathroom, and they make easy conversation; he's glad it's not awkward or stilted, that he didn't make a mistake when he offered this. When they put on their shoes, their coats to leave, Garcia thanks them for the wine, pulls Sophie into the usual hug. Morgan stands just outside the door, and Aaron nods in his direction.

"Thanks again for dinner," he says, makes a mental note that next time is their turn to pay. Morgan smirks a bit.

"Thank you, for the tie thing." He gestures to his throat where a tie would hang. "Might have to give that one a try."

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner x original female character #derek morgan x penelope garcia #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x female reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x female reader #hotch x reader #watching #reblog #reformat

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ink-and-flame · 3 years

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Kinktober - Intensity Undone

Kinktober Day 3 Prompts: No Prompts

Fandom: Original

Tags: exophilia, angst, hurt/no comfort, relationship arrangements

Pairing: Orc(M)/Human(F)| Darnok/Lia,

[Authors Note: Since the plans for Darnok and Lia had changed this is completely off script now and no longer following the outline. The way the rest of this goes is going to be as much of a surprise to me as it will be for everyone else. There are only a few more parts of this left for what I am considering book 1 of this overarching story. This is a bridge story that does not fit anywhere in the Kinktober prompt list. I felt it worked better as a stand alone as opposed to trying to cram kink into it or having 2 separate stories be one. ]

Lia had been ignoring her phone and email for days now, as she knew it was Darnok trying to contact her. Double checking her messages to make sure she didn’t miss something important for work, she sent everything to voice mail and ignored the rest. That last moment in the club played over and over in her head. The look of shock in Darnok’s eyes as she mentioned his engagement. Everything after was a blur and she wasn’t sure how she made it home.

Ember had been checking up on her every day, letting Lia know that Darnok was sending her messages trying to get any information he could on Lia. It was bothersome but Lia understood. She didn’t give him a chance to say anything, but she couldn’t. If she had risked it, she might have simply fallen back into his arms with whatever excuse he could come up with.

A part of her mind argued that she should have let him speak, should answer him, because what if she was wrong. Though that was the part of her that loved him and wanted to be with him. Lia didn’t trust herself, and whatever reason or excuse he had it wouldn’t be enough. At the end of the day she wanted more than what he was willing to offer, and she had to do what was best for herself.

The phone calls and messages continued into the next week, a few times it was Lucien or Zane calling to check on her, making sure she was ok. Thankfully they had managed to keep all of this from spreading outside their little group to avoid any drama or make things more difficult for Lia when she chose to come back to the club. Lucien had urged her, gently, to talk to Darnok and make a clean break if that was what she truly wanted.

Thankfully for Lia he had no idea where she lived so he couldn’t just randomly show up at her home without notice. Though she wasn’t sure if he remembered where she worked and hoped that he didn’t show up and cause a scene. There was a small part of her that did want to talk to him and she considered what Lucien said as the days kept ticking by.

Lia was in the back at work on her break when her coworker walked up to her with the strangest expression, she looked nervous.

“Uh, there is a car outside for you. A really expensive car and the driver said he was here to pick you up?”

Lia sighed and rubbed her face. “I’m sorry, I will go out there and tell them to leave.”

Lia only had a few minutes left of her break and didn’t want to waste it on this, but she had no choice. Walking outside she told the driver she was working and that he needed to leave. Regardless of his insistence that she get in. Turning around she headed back in and tried to ignore the situation. The car stayed right where it was for the rest of her shift and she was tempted to sneak out the back and drive home, but she didn’t want to risk being followed.

“Ok, my shift is over, clearly you aren’t leaving and I am certain that if I try to drive myself home you will follow me. Right?”

“I have been given instructions to pick you up, and where to take you, that is the limit of my instructions. But yes, I would follow you.”

Rubbing her face with a sigh, Lia felt she had no choice. Giving a vague gesture of acquiescence she waited for the door to be opened and reluctantly got into the car. She knew this was Darnok and not some elaborate abduction, though it certainly felt like one. Of course it did not make her any less angry and Lia held that anger close to her chest, she would need it to keep from falling into his arms the moment she saw him. Despite everything, she missed Darnok.

When the car finally stopped Lia took a deep breath in and waited. The door opened and she stepped out. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her. She was at the hotel her and Darnok would use on nights they stayed together after being at the club. She wasn’t sure how to feel about this choice, but it did make some measure of sense.

The driver gave her a key card and a slip of paper with instructions on it. Rolling her eyes she thanked the driver politely, none of this was really his fault, and headed into the hotel. Making her way past the desk and up to the room she was relieved to find that it was empty. It gave her a moment to prepare herself, take a few calming breaths, and sit down to relieve some tension.

It wasn’t long before she heard another key card in the door and it opened. In walked Darnok, alone, and looking worried. Lia set her features as close to neutral as she could even though just the sight of him was enough to overwhelm her emotions.

At first there was silence as Darnok stood somewhat awkwardly just inside the door. He stepped closer and cleared his throat.

“Lia.”

Stopping him, Lia held up a hand. “Ms. Doran will be fine. If necessary I will allow you to call me by my full first name. Adalia. You have lost the privilege of calling me anything else.”

The startled look on his face followed by one of pain was all that kept Lia from breaking her facade. She did not feel anywhere near as confident as she sounded and knew that she would probably break before he did.

“Of course Ms. Doran, I understand. Would it be ok if I sat at the table with you?”

Lia nodded and gestured to the chair furthest from her, waiting for Darnok to take a seat. She had not seen him in a bit, but he already looked different. It was hard to place exactly what was different, other than her perception of him, and perhaps that was all it was.

“I know you are angry with me, upset, hurt, dozens of other things. I would just like an opportunity to explain everything to you. If you will allow it.”

Lia sighed and leveled him with an annoyed expression. “If at any point this starts to sound like excuses. I am shutting it down and leaving.”

“That is more than fair.” Darnok took a deep breath clasping his hands together on the table.

“I should have told you of my arrangement the moment I started to consider you as my sub, that was entirely my own fault, I own all of that. All of this is my fault and I will never be able to apologize enough.” Dar held up a hand when he saw Lia open her mouth. “Please, just, let me get through this first part or I never will be able to. I will answer every question you have after.”

Lia nodded and gestured for him to continue. Though the word arrangement already had the wheels in her head turning and she was certain some of her initial suspicions about Darnok had actually been true. Maybe they wouldn’t be where they were if she had just asked questions the moment she became suspicious instead of holding it all inside out of fear of losing him.

“I am in an arranged marriage. It had been planned long before I met you, and I have spent much of my adult life trying to get out of it. Well, trying in ways that will not shame either family or get someone killed.” Clearing his throat again Darnok looked down at his hands. “It was obvious to my intended that I didn’t want this, and as a fae, she is indifferent to all of it herself. She does what her parents tell her and that is pretty much that. Though she did notice and eventually we sat down and had a discussion of what is and is not acceptable for our relationship and how we appear in public.” Dar paused and stood up. “I need a drink, do you want anything?”

“Water is fine.” Lia waited as he brought her water from the mini bar and a juice for himself.

“Our agreement is that in public we appear a normal, happy, loving couple. Whatever it takes to convince the media, our peers, and our families that everything is working out. Privately I am allowed to indulge my sexual desires however I choose but there are rules I have to follow. I can’t be with anyone in our social circle, preferably I keep it out of the city entirely. I can’t fall in love or have feelings for my sexual partners. I cannot be seen publicly with them, and I can’t get anyone pregnant. There are a few smaller rules about visible markings and how I dress, but those are often overlooked.” Darnok took a swig of his juice before continuing.

“I did everything I could to stall the engagement or try to get out of it, but I can’t and my hand has been forced. Both families are pushing for us to be married by the end of next year.” He rubbed his face and looked sadly at Lia. “We have no love for each other, I honestly don’t even think she likes me. Our entire relationship is devoid of intimacy and even the barest shred of warmth. It is entirely a power move and my family was willing to sacrifice me as I am not the oldest son.” Pausing he shrugged. “You can ask questions now if you want. Or just leave, I honestly wouldn’t blame you. It is a fucked up situation that I made worse by not being honest with you.”

Lia sat for a moment, letting everything he said sink in. She toyed with the water bottle a bit as she thought of any questions she could ask. Really he laid it out pretty plainly. There wasn’t a whole lot of mystery, other than the whole arranged marriage part. She wasn’t even aware that was still a thing, but clearly it was.

“I guess the only question I can think of is just why? Why weren’t you just honest with me from the beginning? It seems like such a simple thing, you could have brought it up that first night, or if not then, after the first month would have been appropriate.”

Darnok nodded, knowing Lia was absolutely right. He should have been honest from the very beginning. It could have avoided all of this.

“It is a valid question and one I have no acceptable excuse for. The reason I didn’t in the beginning is because of privacy. I had gotten used to the arrangement and rarely had partners that I would do enough sessions with that it would be necessary to disclose it. After that though, I guess the reason was fear. I connected with you in ways I have never connected with anyone, I didn’t want to lose that. I kept telling myself you would move on, or I could just tell you the next month, but I always managed to find a reason to not say anything and it then became an issue of feeling too late.” Darnok looked down at his hands before continuing. “I guess part of me was living in this fantasy world where I could have both. I could keep the families happy, and I could have you which made me happy. I should have known it was impossible and I am so sorry for how much this hurt you.”

It was hard to stay in her seat, not run to him and throw her arms around him. She loved him, Lia knew that she loved him, but that love was poison to her heart. Even if he had been honest from the beginning, she knew she would have fallen in love with him anyway and it would have hurt just as much, but in a different way.

“At least I understand now. I can’t say I envy your position, and you should be honest with your partners from day one going forward. Privacy or no, this is a cruel thing to do to a person and I would hate for it to happen to anyone else. I am fortunate I got my club membership on my own merits because I like the people I have met there and I don’t want to lose that too. I am sure we will see each other at the club, but I think it would be for the best if you kept your distance for now. Even though I understand your situation, I don’t think I can do any more scenes with you Darnok.”

Lia stood up. It was the most difficult thing she had ever done, but she had to let him go. Mostly for her own sake. He was never going to leave his fiance, he couldn’t, and she loved him too much to be his dirty secret. Maybe others could live with that, but she had grown far too attached and there was nothing to be done about it now.

“So this is goodbye then?” Darnok asked, looking at her with sorrowful eyes. “You want a clean break, no friendship, no anything?”

“I can’t. I just, Darnok I can’t. Find someone else to be your sex toy. I am a sub, but I am still a person, and I refuse to let myself be used like that.”

Turning away from him Lia headed towards the door, she could already feel the heat of the tears in her eyes threatening to fall and she did not want to cry again, not now.

“Please wait!”

“NO! I am leaving and you are going to let me. This is on you. You broke everything Darnok, and you can’t fix this. There is nothing you can do to ever make this ok. Do not contact me again.”

Storming out of the room Lia all but ran to the elevator and stepped inside. She held it together long enough to make it down to the main floor and out the door. Of course she did not have her car, and while she did see the driver she avoided him and just began walking. The hotel wasn’t far from the club, she could see if Ember was there and get a ride back to work that way. As far as she was concerned Darnok no longer existed and she had to restart her life as best she could.

Thankfully Ember was there, along with some of the others she knew. The walked helped to clear her head and kept her from looking overly disheveled as the tears had time to fall, but the cool air kept her face from going too red or splotchy. Ember called it a night early and headed out with Lia, driving her to her work and then following back to their building.

Like a good friend Ember stayed with Lia all night, letting her friend rage and cry, doing whatever was needed to get it all out. It was necessary to heal, the wound had to be cleansed before the healing could begin. It was a shitty situation for certain, but Lia was strong and would eventually be able to move on. Until then, she had friends that would help her through all this.

#Darnok/Lia #orc boyfriend

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yutahoes · 3 years

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Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Twenty Five - Final)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Fluff, Needy Yuta, Cock warming, Unprotected Sex

Word Count: 3.1k

Tag List: @ailoveyuta , @puzziw

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25. My Home

For the whole day of their stay in Paris, he was just holed up in his room even if his parents kept on forcing him to go with them and tour the place. Why would he? It will only make him remember her.

He tried calling his friends, but they wouldn't pick up, and he's more depressed than ever. Paris should hold wonderful moments of her, this is where they met. How can Paris hurt him like this? How could those memories get erased by just one word?

'Sayonara'

The word he hated the most in the world.

Doesn't she know that he's still waiting for her? That's it's still her that he wants. She should be next to him right now, recreating the sexual activity they had done back in the same city. And he'll tell her he loves her. Always.

But damn, all he could do is cry. Alone. In his hotel room.

Who would have thought that he missed her more today than in the past five years? If this is how his heart would break, he shouldn't have met her in the first place.

He was more annoyed when his parents decided to stay in Paris for another day, claiming that they want to explore more. Seriously, it's not like they're new in Paris. He believed Shiho was even conceived here.

Instead, he sat there alone, in the business class of their flight. Shiho should be next to him, at least easing his mood right now. Why is he always alone lately? Much to his annoyance, Jaehyun decided to call him, "What's up?" The younger casually asked which made him roll his eyes. Yuta rambled about (Y/N) to Jaehyun, tears springing from his eyes.

He didn't want to cry, Jaehyun shouldn't see him cry. But when he exclaimed 'You're still in love with her.' He felt the tears fell down automatically.

At this point, he doesn't care that all eyes were on him. He just wanted to tell someone all this heartbreak, not wanting to bottle up his emotions inside. "I still love her, Jae." He kept on repeating, weeping in sorrow. "I want her back."

"It's still her, Jae."

When the call ended, a stewardess asked him if he needed something but he just shook his head, avoiding to look at her.

A handkerchief appeared before him and he quickly took it, wiping his eyes. This is so unmanly. The things he can do for her. "Is this your new way of picking up girls?" His plane seatmate asked, surprising him.

That's Shiho's seat. And a woman? She might be thinking that he's a pathetic loser.

Yuta had to blink twice. Are his eyes failing him? Or does he really miss her that much? The girl was staring at the stewardess who just checked on Yuta then glared at him. "She has a nice body, must be your type." She claimed casually.

"(Y/N)?" he needed to check if she's real or just a figment of his imagination. Is he really this crazy? "(Y/N)?" He repeated and she rolled her eyes at him. "What are you doing here?"

She showed him Shiho's ticket, grinning. "I'm Shiho now." She said in a failed attempt to make him smile.

What? How? Why?

"Your parents came to see me yesterday. Eomma…" She shook her head. "Your mom thought we should talk." He was just staring at her. After crying this much, she'll appear in front of him like it was nothing.

"Gifu told me you rejected coming with them so gibo gave me this ticket so we can talk." So when they said that they're meeting someone, it was (Y/N). But wait, his ears aren't joking him right? She called his parents mother-in-law and father-in-law. "Yuta, I owe you an apology." There was a sincere look in her eyes, the same expression when she told him she loves him.

But an apology? For what? For hurting him? She'll need to do a lot for that. She bit her lip for a moment and he badly wanted to run his fingers there, no maybe his tongue. God, the effect this girl has on him. "I misunderstood you and Shiho," she confessed and he cocked his head to the side. Misunderstood? "Well, she's calling you otou-chan so I thought she's your daughter."

"What? Wait, Shiho? What?" That was stupid, Yuta thought. The first sentence he uttered in front of her.

She nodded, giggling. "I thought you're already married so I said those things about moving on from you. I honestly don't want your wife to misunderstand." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Well it turns out, Shihoh is your imouto. Gifu kept on laughing when I told them." He pursed his lip to prevent himself from laughing.

She thought he's married? When he can't even look at other girls because of her? "Gomen ne." She said in a small voice, staring at her fiddling fingers.

A breathy sigh escaped his throat as the voice of the pilot announcing their take-off came booming at the plane's speakers. She can't really run away from him now. And he wouldn't let her anyway.

The plane ascended to the sky and (Y/N) cursed herself that they have to talk here like this. They should have talked back at the gala when there's land. That way, she can still run away from him. Now, she can't really back down from him. "So you haven't moved on yet?"

He looked intimidating. Like a father scolding his daughter for a mistake she did. Yet his question is so different. "Yes."

Yes, she hasn't moved on? Or yes, she moved on?

"It's still you." she continued.

His breathing hitched against his throat. How can she shake him up like this? "That guy? At the museum. Were you in a relationship with him?" She shook her head.

"He's my student and he's dating someone." She bit her lip at the intensity of his gaze. "He kept on scolding me when I told him that I lied to you. So I…" She felt a weight on her shoulder that made her stop.

He bent down to lay his head on her shoulder, avoiding to look at her. "God, I even cried when you said you're dating him." He did? His hand held hers, threading their fingers together. "The last time I cried this much was when okasan died."

"I'm sorry, Yuta."

He shook his head, still avoiding to look at her. "I regret letting you go to New York. I should have asked you to stay or come with you."

She smiled at that. "I almost didn't leave for New York at that time." She confessed. His hold on her hand got tighter. "I was so mad at you when you let me go. I just found out that my birth parents didn't want me in their life. My foster parents don't want me either. So I thought you also don't want me in your life."

"That's not true." He easily revolted, staring at her. How dare she think of that? When he's like this? Counting the days, even up to the last second of when he can see her again.

She only smiled. "I know. Taeyong said you're feeling bad about forcing me to need you all the time." He didn't know what to say. Did she talk to Taeyong? "And I hated myself for being dependent on you when I'm really not your responsibility."

That guy, really.

"I realized what I really wanted to do. I wanted to prove something to myself." She explained then continued, "To make you proud of me before I come back to you."

He only laughed at that. God, why didn't they just talked way before? They should have spared some of their tears. "And you did." His other hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the other still holding her tight. "I'm so proud of you. The painting, the exhibit, calling yourself a faculty member of an art school." She smiled. The same smile that was etched in his memory when her first work was published. "You have no idea how much I wanted to brag that the person I love is all that."

She released a heavy breath after chuckling at what he said, like a large load escaping her chest. "I'm sorry it took so long Yuta but I want to come back home."

"Home?" Yuta repeated then giggled. "You do realize that this plane is going to land in Japan right?"

What? She frantically looked at the plane ticket, seeing that it is indeed landing in Nagoya, Japan. Is she in a rush to see him that she missed this important detail?

(Y/N) shrugged. "My home is where you are." She said while keeping the ticket in her bag. "I can just book a hotel room…"

The hand rest separating their bodies is now lifted up as he pulled her closer to his warmth. "God, I missed you so much." And she did as well.

Five years of not seeing each other and even saying goodbye to him in front of people. Now, this. It had been a rollercoaster for the two of them.

His lips were on her, making her breathless instantly. The effect Yuta had on her still hasn't changed through the years. "Yuta." She called, making him stare with those twinkling eyes. "I love you."

He smiled at her. He kissed her forehead muttering an 'I love you' then kissed her nose, repeating the same three words. Again, his lips went on hers. She missed this, missed Yuta's warmth and his scent. His hand moved dangerously close to her breasts that she let go of the kiss, moving away from him. "Yah!"

"Yah?" Yuta glared playfully. "(Y/N), give me a break. It's been years."

Said girl giggled at that, raising her eyebrow. "You didn't touch any girl?" He chuckled while shaking his head, moving closer to her. "Are you sure?"

"How can I when my eyes can only see you?" One hand pulled her closer by the waist while the other held on to close the curtain behind her. "We can just do it here, we'll be quick." But she just laughed as a response to his attempt. "Why not? We did it on a plane first."

"We can get in jail for this. The first time is just us being lucky." Yuta pouted, sliding back to his seat and putting down the armrest between them.

(Y/N) giggled. He's so adorable. "When the plane lands..." He stared at her for a moment. "I'll let you do what you want when the plane lands."

"When the plane lands…" Yuta repeated. "I'll make sure you cannot escape me."

She smiled. She doesn't want to, honestly.

(Y/N) slipped her hand on Yuta's, leaning against his shoulder making him smile. This is the warmth she wants, the warmth that her heart is yearning for. She's home. Yuta is her home. "Tadaima, otou-chan."

He kissed the top of her head, his heart full of love only for her. "Okaeri, my ai."

Yuta had been pacing back and forth the whole time she's seated on the floor and is in a meeting with the director from the art school in Canada. When (Y/N) decided to live with Yuta in Japan, she planned to quit teaching art school and maybe just teach in Japan but the director didn't let her go and told her that she can still teach online. Now, she's in a meeting with the faculty about the latest art exhibit that they planned in Korea. "I'll send you the details when I get to Korea." And with that, she closed her laptop.

Her head rests on top of her hand that was above the coffee table, watching the Japanese man in front of her. "What's wrong?"

He sat beside her on the floor when he realized that she's done with her meeting, leaning his head on her shoulder. "Are you really going to Korea?" He asked, pouting. (Y/N) giggled at that, nodding and even saying that they already had a talk about it. "I know but can't I come with you?"

"You have work here. Besides, I have a lot of things to do there. It's not a vacation." Honestly, the exhibit is something that she's worried about. She also wanted to visit the publishing house and see what her friends are up to. Then she wanted to see her foster dad and her new life as a volunteer in a pet shelter. "I'll come back real quick."

"Really?" He asked, kissing the side of her neck. "Are you sure?" She giggled while nodding.

She turned her head to kiss him on the lips. "Yes, I'm sure." She said while smiling then turned to the coffee table quickly. "Now, I have some work to do. I'll cook dinner after doing this."

Yuta pouted at that, arms still holding her by the waist. "It's hard to date an in-demand artist. I like it better when you're a manhwa illustrator," he whined which made her giggle. She opened her laptop, opening a word document that has the detailed plans of the art exhibit. No meeting, she's just typing.

Yuta pushed the sofa behind, sitting behind her with legs caging her in. (Y/N) gasped when he started touching her stomach under her shirt. "Yuta, I still have things to do," she whined, shrugging off the kisses he was doing on her nape. Why is he so needy all of a sudden? And while doing her work?

"I need you." he pleaded, now kneeling behind her, holding her shoulders as he rubbed his hardened member on her back. She shouted his name that made him look at her with those puppy eyes. "Just let me inside you, please," he begged that made her look at him, squinting her eyes. "It hurts, baby. Please."

(Y/N) clucked her tongue, staring at the tent in his pants. Well, it really is erect. Why is he so needy all of a sudden. Knowing Yuta, that might be really tough for him. "Can't you just use your hands or something? I have to finish this..."

The guy shook his head, holding his clothed cock. "I tried that already but I can't cum knowing that you're here." The girl just giggled at that, Yuta really had his way through everything.

(Y/N) nodded that made him cheer like a young child, removing his sweatpants and underwear to reveal his red cock. He sat back down behind her, putting a hand inside her shorts that surprised her. "I have to get you wet at least," he said as he started playing her clit with his fingers.

She just kept on typing, pretending to not be fazed by her boyfriend's action but in reality, she's getting really horny at the way his fingers were fucking her. Yuta is really so good with his fingers. Once wet enough, he tapped her throbbing clit, asking her to kneel, and pulled down her shorts and underwear. Yuta positioned his cock on her entrance as she sat on him that made the guy groan. (Y/N), on the other hand, just bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. He can't know that she's liking it as well.

Yuta started grinding his hips into her, trying to feel some friction without jerking inside her but that proved as a difficult thing to do. "Can't you take a break?" he asked as his hands trailed inside her shirt, pinching her hardening nipples making her moan. "Cock warming is hard."

"So needy." she teased, shaking her head. The laptop closed once again and he grinned in victory. (Y/N) can't really resist him.

One hand groped her breast, thumb rubbing her hardening nipple while the other circled her clit. His hands were so rough on her that she can't help but moan at how good Yuta is touching her.

Her moans turned him on some more, liking how she called his name in the height of pleasure. But it's not enough, he wanted a release. "Ride me," he whispered while licking her earlobe that made the girl groan. Using the floor as an anchor, she bounced up and down on Yuta's cock. "Yes, baby, like that." He started thrusting up to meet her hips, making her scream when he started hitting a pleasurable spot.

"Yuta! There!" Her legs and arms were giving out to the pleasure she's feeling that she cannot move anymore. "Take over, Yuta," she claimed as he bent her down on the floor, ass in the air and taking her from behind. His hands were on her breasts, groping them while drilling inside her. Both their breathing got erratic and Yuta knew that she's so close, he is in a matter of fact.

(Y/N) wanted to claw at something, wanted to sunk her nails into it, but the floor isn't a great help to her. As she felt the wave of her orgasm, Yuta's thrusts became more powerful and she knew that he's also close. Their bodies lay flat on the floor and she groaned at her boyfriend's weight, cock still inside her. Fuck, she thought, she's going to die because of exhaustion. Why is Yuta so wild? Is it a Japanese thing?

He kissed her cheek then her jaw. "Are you alright?" She just nodded at him, breathless. "I'm sorry."

But she shook her head, smiling at him as he helped her sit up. "At this rate, we'll probably have lunch before breakfast." He stared at her in confusion. Isn't it dinner time already? She just gave him an annoyed look and he realized what she meant.

He had been asking her that question for months now, 'Do you want to have breakfast?' that even his parents are confused whenever he would ask that at night. "Wait, you're agreeing to breakfast?" he asked then gasped. "You're willing to marry me?"

(Y/N) had to laugh at that. "Baka! After you cried on the airplane, why wouldn't I marry you? I was waiting for you to say it, not ask me for…"

Her words were cut off when he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her in a tight hug. "God, I am so in love with you." He kissed her cheek, then her forehead. "I love you." He kissed her nose then her lips, making her giggle. "I really love you."

"And I love you too," she said s before accepting his breathtaking kiss.

"My Ai..." he called when they let go of the kiss. "Do you want to get married tomorrow?"

(Y/N) had to look at him in horror. That fast? What the hell is Yuta thinking?

Yuta shook his head, grinning. "No, let's just stay in bed tomorrow." He carried her in his arms, bridal style. "I'll make sure you can't walk tomorrow."

"Otou-Chan!" she shouted as the bedroom door closed.

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Chapter 24

Hi, you.

If you are reading this, you have reached the end of this fic entitled Otou-Chan. Thank you for taking time in reading this and I hope you enjoyed it. I’m sorry if this is not the smut fic you expect it to be. There’s more fluff than smut here, honestly. I don’t even know if I can call this a smut fic.

But still, you’re here and you helped me finish a fic that has been sitting in my drafts for years so I really wanted to thank you. Thank you for the likes (hearts?), the reblogs, the recommendations, your compliments, and most importantly, the time you spend in reading this 25 chapter long fic. Thank you for encouraging me to write, for being the reason why I’m excited to wake up every morning and check this Tumblr account. I don’t really know how to sincerely thank you all.

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darling-dummy-blogs · 4 years

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Love & Insecurities- Victor Li

Summary: Victor realized that he was in love with MC but notices that Gavin catches her eye instead of him and so he becomes a bit insecure, goes to drink (at home.) Gets drunk and ends up telling MC how he feels along with telling her how insecure he feels.

Paring: Insecure!Drunk!Victor Li X F!MC

Genre: Angst, Fluffy Ending

Warnings: Alcohol Use.

Fandom: Mr. Love Queen's Choice

Word Count: 4k

Notes: Based off of the prompt: "I love you. I love you. I'm in love with you so much, it's killing me." Victor also might be slightly out of character (So please no judgment!) Also there will be some spoilers from Victor’s Tour Date.

Why couldn’t he stop thinking about her?

Victor sat at his desk, trying to do his work as usual. But for some unforsaken reason, he just could not get her out of his head. He hardly got any of his work done, All because a certain dummy was on his mind.

Victor grew frustrated, unable to do his daily tasks like he normally would. He sighed resting his face in his hands, trying to get these thoughts out of his head.

Her beautiful smile.. Her brown eyes that sparkled brighter than the sun.. Her soft hair that made him want to run his fingers through.. Her shyness.. Her sassiness… Everything about her just filled Victor with a warm feeling. Something he has never felt before.

He didn’t even realize the sudden smile that appeared on his face at the mere image of MC.

From the moment he met her, something within him blossomed, a new feeling. One that made him crave more each and every time she was around. Whenever he would see her, he’d feel delighted. And when she walks into his office, he could hear his own heart pounding within his chest at a rapid pace.

What is this feeling? Victor would often ask himself.

At times, all he felt was a sudden craving sensation to just be around her. To be close to her. To want to reach out and hold her. That craving never seemed to go away. The longing only seemed to grow with each passing day.

It had even begun to affect his sleep. He’d end up just dreaming of her, only to wake up in the middle of the night, feeling the same pounding of his heart in his chest.

Now it got into his work. He felt conflicted. Normally he would never let his emotions get to him, especially when it comes to his work. He always has to keep up his image at LFG. Being the CEO and all, there wasn’t any time for insignificant emotions.

But yet ever since she appeared.. Things suddenly changed.

A groan escaped his lips, he shut his eyes, running his fingers through his hair, why can’t his emotions just stop messing with him? Of all times to do so, they decide to affect him right when he needs to work.

He shook his head, looking up. He needed to focus. He had a lot scheduled today and he could not just let these pesky emotions and thoughts get to him. He tried his very best to push her into the back of his head.

Yet throughout the day, he kept making errors. Something he would not normally do. Goldman had even noticed Victor’s peculiar behavior.

So he had decided to ask him about it. A knock on his office door, Victor’s assistant’s head poked in. “Boss.. can I speak to you for a moment?”

Victor looked at him, before nodding, “What is it?”

Goldman walked in, shutting the door behind him, “I just wanted to ask.. Are you doing okay?" Victor frowned.

“Why are you asking me that?” His voice came out rather cold and distant as it always seemed. Goldman became a bit nervous but he continued, “ W-well… You’ve been making a lot of mistakes today.. Have you not been aware of that?”

Victor’s eyes narrowed slightly, “What? No I have not.” His frown deepened. “I don’t understand what gave you that idea. I never make mistakes.”

Goldman took a deep breath, “Well.. That is true.. But..” He proceeded to then list off the many mistakes Victor had made that day. Which had stunned Victor into silence.

A few moments passed, complete silence filled the room. Victor looked down for a moment.

He never made a mistake…

So how can everyone else around him notice his mistakes but he couldn't acknowledge said mistakes on his own? This…This must have something to do with her.

He let out an exasperated sigh, and had cleared the silence, "I'm fine. Just cancel everything on my schedule. I'm going home."

Goldman quickly nodded, desperate to get out of there. "G-Got it!" He rushed out the door.

Victor watched him leave, before standing up from his desk, taking off his reading glasses, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Before he began to shut everything off and gathered his belongings.

It wasn't long until he was outside LFG, making his way to his car. However, just as he was about to get in. He spotted her, from the corner of his eye.

However, she wasn't alone.. She was with another man, Gavin. A person he didn't really get along with. He didn't like Gavin and Gavin didn't like him. Simple as that.

The more he stared at them, the more he realized how close and how affectionate they were being. They were smiling, laughing.

What Victor didn't expect next was, Gavin putting his arm around MC's waist.

That action in itself, set something off in Victor. An aching and wretched feeling within his chest began to bloom.

'She's comfortable enough with him to let him touch her like that…?' He frowned. On top of that, a sudden stabbing sensation hitting against his heart, he began to grow irritable.

'What is this feeling?? Why am I feeling this way?!' Victor thought to himself. He shook his head, getting into his car, slamming the door. He then drove off.

•••

Once he got home, he sighed for what seemed like the millionth time that day, making himself more comfortable. Only to suddenly hear his phone going off.

Confused, he checked his phone, seeing the caller ID: 'Dummy ❤'

His eyes lit up at seeing her call him, and that's when his heart began to pound again.

He immediately answered, "Hello?"

"Victor! How come you aren't at work today? Is everything okay?" MC's concerned voice came from the other end. He didn't seem to realize the smile that appeared on his face.

"Oh. I'm fine. I just finished all my work early. I forgot to tell you that our meeting was cancelled. Sorry about that." He spoke softly.

"Ah, it's fine! I just was worried. Goldman wouldn't tell me why you weren't here so.."

"...Why don't you come over to my house?" He suddenly asked, not realizing what he just said.

"What??" MC sounded shocked, "Y-You want me to come over.. T-To your house???" She also seemed flustered

"Is that a problem?" He asked.

"N-no! I'll be over soon then! Do I bring my report?" She asked, slightly confused.

He let out a chuckle. "Dummy.. It doesn't have to be work related. Just come over." He softly spoke yet again, the affection behind his voice clearly shown.

"O-okay.." Her voice came out slightly quiet. "I'll see you soon." Before she hung up.

The smile on Victor's face only seemed to grow wider. Only to change to a look of realization and shock. 'What...What did I just do? Why did I say that? Did that really just happen??' He internally panicked.

Then it hit him.

"I-I… I'm in love with her." He spoke out loud, to nobody in particular.

"I'm in love with her." He said it again, as if it didn't make any sense to him. The pounding of his heart only grew more and more intense.

It all made sense then, like pieces of a puzzle put right into place! All those thoughts of her, him being unfocused, his sudden jealousy towards Gavin, him smiling and acting on impulse, the pounding feeling of his heart when she was around..

He loved her. He loves her.

Suddenly the doorbell rang, Victor's eyes snapped forward to the front door, standing still for a moment, still panicking. Victor, rushed over to the front door. Trying to compose himself, his usual expression taking place as he opened the door.

Seeing her standing there, looking beautiful as always. He had to keep himself from smiling.

"H-hey," She spoke. She seemed a bit nervous, she had not once been to his house, only besides that time when she gave him her report but that was months ago.

"Hey." He spoke softly, as he stepped aside, letting her in. She awkwardly made her way in.

•••

After a few awkward silences and a few short conversations, they began to feel more relaxed and were able to have longer conversations, filled with their usual banter, laughter and smiles.

However their conversation came to an end once MC had received a call.

Victor looked over, seeing the caller ID: 'My Love 💙' Along with the picture of Gavin. His heart slightly stopped, as he silently watched her answer.

"Oh? Hey Gavin! What's up?" She asked, cheerfully. Victor could faintly hear Gavin on the other end.

"No, I'm not busy at the moment, why?" She continued.

That's what broke Victor's heart into two pieces. Why would she say that?

Victor's face grew rather bitter. A frown appeared on his face as he looked down.

MC continued, "Okay! I'll be right over! See you soon!" She smiled as she hung up. Looking at Victor. "Sorry, I have to go now.. I'll see you tomorrow?" She stood up, grabbing her stuff.

Victor quietly nodded. "Yes. Don't be late tomorrow." He muttered, his hands balled up into fists, his knuckles turning white from how tight he was holding them.

Without another word being spoken between them, she left. Leaving him all alone.

Victor felt the pain in his chest, he tried to stay calm, his breathing pace quickened slightly, tears clouded his vision.

He stood up, immediately making his way to his wine cellar. He needed to clear his head of her. Obviously she didn't seem to feel the same way.

Of course, Gavin seems like he is better for her... Victor grabbed a bottle of wine before heading to the kitchen to grab a wine glass, pouring the wine into the glass.

Normally, he would fill the glass at most halfway if not a quarter filled.

However, given the circumstances. He wanted to forget everything that just happened. He couldn't handle the pain in his heart.

He filled it up to the top.

Nearly half the wine bottle had been transmitted to the wine glass. He set the bottle down, lifting the wine glass to his lips, feeling the bitter liquid hit the back of his throat.

Yet even as he took sips, the feeling within his chest never seemed to go away. His thoughts began to grow more, eating at him as he sat himself down in his living room, holding the wine glass in one hand, the bottle in the other, he stared endlessly out at one of his many large windows.

Why didn’t he realize it sooner? Gavin practically has her swept off her feet. He surely seems like he is better for her. MC seemed like she was more relaxed around Gavin compared to how she is with him.

He gripped the wine glass tightly. He trembled a bit. He shouldn’t let his emotions take off like this, but at this point, he couldn’t seem to hold it together like he normally would.

It only makes sense. MC had told him that the two of them shared a history. Not that he cared much about that during the time. Gavin knew how to easily draw out her beautiful laughter and he got to see her lovely smile, that Victor desperately wished she only showed him.

He could see the differences between him and Gavin. Gavin is more easy going. Victor isn’t. Gavin was more open to her. Victor wasn’t. Gavin is more relaxed, Victor is more tense. MC was awkward around Victor, she was more carefree with Gavin.

Gavin practically knew everything about MC, Victor hardly knows anything about her. Gavin teases her, she laughs and smiles, but when it comes to Victor teasing her, she gets angry and upset.

He frowned, his insecurities began to affect him, was he really that awful? Had he done everything wrong? Was it already too late?

The list continued, Gavin knew how to easily fluster MC, He knew how to always think of the little things for her. While Victor didn’t. He feels as though her actions toward him were just not as sentimental as they are when she is with Gavin. He could never be like Gavin…

Victor didn’t realize the tear that slid down his face. “Why am I not good enough..?” He whispered, more to himself. He gulped down the rest of the wine in his glass, pouring more into it.

“Why won’t she get it… I look only at her, but she doesn’t look in my direction..” He muttered.

The aching pain in his chest just would only worsen the more his insecurities trapped him into place, tears freely moved down his face. ‘When will this pain go away?’ He thought to himself, the ache just throbbing and twisting within his chest. He felt stuck, unable to move or breathe.

He drowned himself in wine glass after wine glass. Soon enough he went through 2 bottles of wine. His tears dried up after a while but he still felt that intoxicating and numbing pain.

The more he drank, the more drunk he became. He wanted to numb that pain. It wouldn't go away.

He shut his eyes, leaning back against the couch as he was now taking sips from the wine bottle rather than the glass.

Victor's thoughts of her took over again.

The same thoughts that haunted him earlier in the day.

However this time, his thoughts had been filled with each of the times that he took her out on dates. One that replayed on his mind was when he had gifted her a rose when they had gone to see Astra Circus when they had come to Loveland.

Just days before Astra Circus came, she couldn’t get tickets when she really wanted to see them. Luckily for her, LFG funded the event so he had invited her out. Even though he had come back from a long business trip that week, Victor still wanted to spend some time with her. He missed her presence. He didn’t regret it either. He enjoyed that day.

He vividly remembered how happy she seemed then, just thinking about it, brought a small smile to his face.

After the show, MC had dragged him along, buying little trinkets and snacks that caught her eye. However not only that but a rose had grabbed her attention. Victor had noticed and had gotten her a rose along with a Shiba Inu candy . In return, she got him more candy that she thought he would like. He acted as though he didn’t find them to hold any meaning. But he really did like the candies she gave him.

Thinking back on that date, it gave him the sudden idea to buy her roses. He grabbed his phone.

He knew, this was something he wouldn’t remember doing by tomorrow.

•••

Two days had passed. Victor had not been okay in those two days. After that day, nothing seemed right. He still felt that wretched feeling in his chest and at this point it was really getting to him.

He tried to numb the pain with wine once again. Did not help at all. In fact it made things worse. He hardly could think straight, all because of her.

She still resonated in his mind. He sat at his desk, his head pounding, letting out a sigh.

Victor once again, could not work. All he truly wanted to do was to rest. These painful emotions were eating away at him to the point where he could hardly work. And he couldn’t stand it. It felt suffocating.

“It was pointless coming into work.” He muttered quietly, rubbing at his forehead tiredly, groaning slightly, his eyes shifted to one of his desk drawers. His eyes kept gazing at it, looking away a few times only for his gaze to return to it.

Maybe one little drink couldn’t hurt.. Right?

Wrong.

He swiftly opened the drawer, pulling out the wine bottle that he kept stored in there, opening it without a second thought and began drinking it. Not even caring that he was doing so during work hours.

It wasn’t like he was going to be able to finish it anyways. Not when his head was a complete mess.

After drinking for what seemed like thirty or so minutes, a soft knock came from his office door. Slightly panicked, he quickly closed the bottle of wine and put it right back in its hiding place, Victor cleared his throat and composed himself, “Come in.”

He slightly winced, his head throbbed painfully. He tried to hide his pained expression as the door opened, revealing MC, who had come to give her weekly report as per usual.

“Hey Victor.” She spoke lightly, “I’m here for my report. But before I start.. Can I ask you something?” She looked slightly conflicted. Victor stared quietly at her for a moment, taking in her words before nodding. “What is it?”

“Do you.. Happen to know where I got roses from? I came into work this morning and I saw them on my desk. There was a note with it but nothing was on it. I tried asking the others but they said it was from a secret admirer..”

His eyes widened slightly, ‘The roses...The ones I ordered for her? While I was drunk?’ He thought to himself, he didn’t remember doing so but the email he had received the next day, proved him wrong. It was too late to cancel, so he had no choice but to wait for her to receive them.

He gulped as he quickly composed his emotions and stared at her with an emotionless expression.

She took a breath, laughing slightly, “Although.. I highly doubted it was a secret admirer. I had thought they were from Gavin.”

At the mention of Gavin, his fists clenched. And his heart began to ache painfully once more. Did she really think that GAVIN gave her those roses?!

Victor’s eyes were filled with rage and hurt, a storm formed within his periwinkle eyes as he clenched his jaw. He could not let his emotions out. Not in front of her...The headache he once felt was gone and he was just angry.

His mouth voiced out his anger before he could stop himself, “Did you really think he got those for you?” His voice slurred a bit from the alcohol he had drunk minutes before her arrival.

MC looked at him, confused by how he replied to her, “Victor.. Are you okay? I did think it was from him, he’s been very sweet to me lately..” She trailed off. Victor’s gaze was less than happy.

Suddenly, time slowed down. Victor had frozen time.

He needed to. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

She needed to know how he felt. There was no other way to make it more clear. Victor sighed, he looked down. “How long will it take for you to get it..?” He started, his voice low.

“Huh? What do you mean Victor?” She asked, “Why did you stop time?” She also inquired. But he didn’t answer her questions, he stood up, slightly swaying as he looked at her. He steadied himself by placing both his hands down on his desk to keep him from falling over. “Idiot.. Those roses were from me.”

Her eyes widened, shocked but she stood quiet. He continued, “I got those for you because I love you, alright?” He finally let it out.

“W-What?” She finally spoke, “Y-You.. Love me??”

Victor’s eyes once filled with rage, grew soft, “Yes.. Dummy of course I do..” He took a shaky breath, his raw emotions showing through the cracks of his usual stone cold expression. "I love you. I love you. I'm in love with you so much, it's killing me." He gripped tightly onto his desk.

“For the past two days I’ve mulled over it. I haven’t been focusing.. I haven’t been doing my work. You have been on my mind ever since you left my house.” His heart pounded within his chest, tears welled up in his eyes, he looked down. “Before you had arrived at my house that day, I had finally realized how much I loved you.. And when you left to go be with Gavin. I..” A tear slid down his face. “I had never felt so broken.” His tone showed how hurt he was.

A silence passed between them before Victor once again continued. “For the rest of the night, I just thought about everything I was doing wrong.. My feelings and thoughts only seemed to turn against me.” He braced himself, letting out a shaky breath once again. “...A-am I not good enough for you?”

MC was stunned, she never realized how hurt and affected he was by this, it utterly broke her heart. She felt awful for having treated him like this. She has never once seen him look so broken...So vulnerable...So insecure...

“I kept listing the differences between me and Gavin.” He bitterly laughed, more tears slid down his face. “He seems like the perfect guy in your eyes..” He trembled slightly. “When will you ever notice, how much I love you..?” He asked looking at her again, “You are the only girl I look at, but you never seem to look at me…”

“V-Victor..” She frowned. “I-I never knew you felt like this..” She softly whispered, as she slowly made her way closer to him. Victor looked away, “You couldn’t have known. It’s not your fault...” He muttered.

“I just.. I wanted to tell you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. You don’t have to.” He took a deep breath, wiping away his tears as he tried to compose his emotions and his thoughts.

“..I do feel the same way.” She shyly spoke, averting her gaze. He looked at her, shocked to actually hear those words. Something he had hoped to hear, but couldn’t believe it to be real ”...You do?”

She nodded, blush sprouting onto her cheeks, giving them a soft glow. “I’m sorry that my actions had made you think otherwise..” She walked around his desk, standing in front of him, gently placing her hands onto his face, gently caressing his cheeks in a comforting way.

“I don’t believe that Gavin is the perfect guy for me. While he is definitely a great guy.. And is incredibly sweet.. He isn’t the one I fell for.” He stared down at her, his eyes showing pain but also hope as he gazed into her brown eyes, leaning into her gentle touch.

She gave him a loving smile. “The one I fell for.. Was you. It has always been you.” Victor’s eyes filled up with tears once again as he wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. Which she gladly reciprocated. “I hope you know that, you shouldn’t compare yourself to Gavin. You are perfect in my eyes, no matter what, okay?”

“...Thank you.” His shaky voice spoke, as he held onto her tightly, scared that if he let go, she would disappear.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. Placing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You don’t have to thank me… Dummy” She lightly teased, giggling slightly.

A smile broke out on his face, as he pulled away looking at her. “I suppose, for once, I am the dummy.” He let out a soft chuckle, as he stared at her lovingly. “But.. I’m only a dummy for you.” He gently whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

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the-rad-pineapple · 3 years

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the precious hours

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Supernatural oneshot: Dean comes back to visit Cas when Cas is human in Season 9.

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Title and story based off the song The Precious Hours by Proleter.

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Feelings. That is the best and worst thing about being human. Castiel has never felt more elated, giddy, and happy but sad, desperate, and lonely all this intensely or this close together. The span of emotions he experiences in one day is more than he’s felt...probably ever. And to make everything worse, Dean is back.

It’s torture. Dean makes Castiel feel so good. Castiel is always happy being around Dean. He smiles the most when he’s with Dean. Castiel isn’t sure why. It feels like, well, magic. It’s nothing like anything else he feels. Dean makes him feel many physical sensations, too. Like rushes of adrenaline and a fluttering sensation in his stomach. But it is also terrible. Castiel wants more. He wants to touch Dean. Hold him. Have Dean hold him. Kiss. It’s strange. Castiel somehow feels lonely even when he’s next to Dean. He knows Dean doesn’t feel the same, and it hurts. It’s not a physical pain, but there is no other way to describe how painful the emotions feel other than saying they hurt. Castiel finds he wants to spend as much time as he can with Dean to feel the good emotions, despite knowing he’ll feel the bad ones, too. Especially right after Dean leaves. Castiel thinks loneliness is one of the worst feelings. But Castiel pushes that aside. Dean returned just a week after he left the first time and took Castiel to dinner without an explanation. So now they’re sitting across from each other in a booth at a diner Castiel has never been to. He can’t really afford to eat out anywhere, but Castiel doesn’t tell Dean. He can probably pay for this one meal if he doesn’t eat a lot. The appetizers look affordable. Embarrassment and shame strike him much more deeply now, and he really cares what Dean thinks about him, so he doesn’t want Dean knowing this will really cut into his expenses. “You’re just having a water?” Dean asks after the waitress asked Castiel what he was going to drink. “Two beers, please,” Dean orders before Castiel can interject. Castiel turns his attention back to his menu, swallowing down the dread building there. Now he’s going to have to pay for that, too. “Cas, what’s wrong?” Castiel looks up. Dean is staring at him sternly. Concern. Castiel finds it’s much easier to read and understand human emotions now that he feels many of these emotions himself. “Nothing,” Castiel lies. “Why are you here, Dean?” Dean shrugs, but Castiel can see he’s still tense. Something is bothering him. “Just needed a break, you know?” Castiel knows Dean isn’t telling him everything. But he knows if he brings it up, Dean will just deny it, so Castiel just nods. The waitress returns, and they both order. “You’re not getting much,” Dean comments. Castiel glances up self-consciously. He knew Dean was going to judge him on his order. But when Castiel meets Dean’s gaze, it’s filled with the same concern as earlier. Castiel answers, “I’m not hungry.” Another lie. The only other food he’s eaten today was a Nature Valley bar at lunch. He’s never buying Nature Valley again. Those bars basically crumble to dust before you can even bring them to your mouth. The waitress returns with the beers. Dean eagerly grabs his and takes a long sip. Castiel picks his up as Dean is drinking. He drinks a little. He knows the alcohol will go straight to his head since he’s hardly eaten. Maybe it will make him feel a little better. So Castiel takes another, longer drink. An awkward silence stretches between them, and Castiel traces the dips of the wooden table with his index finger. “So, how have you been?” Dean asks. Castiel looks up and is immediately suspicious. He studies Dean’s expression, but he can’t tell what Dean is thinking. Why does Dean want to know? Castiel doesn’t want Dean to worry about him, so he lies. “Fine,” Castiel says. “How are you?” “Just great,” Dean says while picking up his beer again. But Dean’s tone doesn’t reflect his words. Sarcasm. Castiel instantly feels concern tighten his chest. He can’t help it. He knows what Dean does, and sometimes he can’t sleep because he worries Dean is dying somewhere and needs his help. But Castiel can’t help. “What’s going on, Dean?” Castiel asks. “I lied to Sam, and it finally caught up with me.” Castiel blinks in surprise at Dean’s honesty. He can see the regret in Dean’s eyes and pressed lips. Castiel is dying to know more and

wants to help, but he knows he probably won’t be able to. Dean doesn’t accept help a lot anyway. “Want to talk about it?” Castiel offers. “No.” “Ok.” Another awkward silence fills the air again. Castiel goes back to tracing the table. Smelling all the food surrounding them is making him even hungrier. It feels like ten years have passed. “How’s work?” Dean asks. “Fine.” This time it isn’t a lie. Work’s not great. Castiel would rather be helping Dean. But it’s also not terrible. It’s just fine. The food finally arrives, and they both begin eating. A word hardly passes between them as they eat. Castiel hasn’t eaten a meal this good...maybe ever. Or since he can really taste food. He mainly eats sandwiches or things from the store, so a hot meal is everything. It is worth the money after all. Castiel finishes eating and moves to drink some beer but pauses when he realizes Dean is staring. Does he have food on his face or something? Castiel wipes his mouth just in case. “What?” Castiel asks when Dean continues to stare. Dean blinks rapidly and looks down. Are there tears in his eyes? Castiel leans closer. “Dean, what’s wrong?” “When was the last time you ate?” Dean’s gaze snaps back up. The eye contact and the question catch Castiel off guard. His breath sticks in his throat, and he swallows. Castiel doesn’t want Dean to know how bad he’s struggling. He’s not entirely sure why. He knows a part of him wants to avoid feeling any form of shame. Another part might be the little bit of pride he has left. “A few hours ago,” Castiel answers. It’s the truth. He just didn’t tell Dean exactly how much or what he ate. “What did you eat?” “A...bar.” Castiel isn’t exactly sure what the type of food he ate is called. “Like a protein bar?” Castiel isn’t exactly sure what makes a bar a protein bar. “Yes? It was crumbly.” He hopes his description is helpful. “Is that all you’ve had today?” Dean asks. His words are sharp. Castiel looks back down at his plate. Anxiety wells in his stomach, and his shoulders tighten. He knows he can’t lie to Dean, but he also doesn’t want to admit that the bar is all he’s had. He doesn’t want Dean to think less of him. “Dammit, Cas,” Dean says quietly. “I’m sorry,” Castiel feels himself automatically respond. It’s as if the phrase has the power to make everything better. Castiel chances a glance up at Dean. Dean is running a hand over his face. Their eyes meet. “Where are you staying?” Dean asks quietly. Castiel knows he can’t answer this. The embarrassment will be too much. He can’t even get a place to sleep. Dean will think he’s pathetic or something similar. Castiel grabs his beer and drinks, hoping to stall. He slowly sets the bottle down once he’s finished. “Cas?” Dean prompts. He refuses to answer. “Why are you asking me these questions, Dean?” Castiel asks instead. “Because, this is happening to you because of me,” Dean answers. Castiel is confused. Dean has nothing to do with his food and sleeping situation. “What do you mean?” “If I hadn’t told you to leave, you’d be with me.” Dean doesn’t look Castiel in the eye. Castiel frowns. “I know. That doesn’t make it your fault.” “Yes, it does.” Dean looks up resolutely. He glances over and waves at their waitress, signaling for the checks. “You’re coming back with me.” Castiel’s heart skips a beat. This is exactly what he wants to hear. This can’t be happening. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up. Maybe Dean is just saying it to be polite. “You don’t have to,” Castiel says, giving Dean the option to change his mind. “No, I do,” Dean answers. The waitress places a receipt on the table. Castiel realizes he’s doesn’t know how to pay like this. Dean takes his wallet out and places his credit card on the receipt. That’s when Castiel notices there’s just one receipt. “You don’t have to pay for me,” Castiel says. “Too bad.” “...thank you.” They both look at each other again. The guilt in Dean’s eyes is so clear. Castiel stares. What’s wrong with Dean? Why

is he feeling this way? And why is he feeling it so strongly? There’s movement to Castiel’s left, and he glances at the waitress as she takes Dean’s card. “Are you all set to leave?” Dean asks. “With me?” Castiel nods slowly. He isn’t sure why Dean is asking. “Do you have all your stuff?” Dean asks to clarify. Castiel only has his toiletries and a little bit of food plus his sleeping bag stored back at work. He does have enough money to buy more of that, though. He also doesn’t want to go back to work. Castiel answers, “Nothing that I can’t buy.” Dean nods. “Good.” But his features remain hard. The waitress comes back with Dean’s card. He quickly replaces it in his wallet, grabs his jacket, and stands. Castiel follows. He looks at the parking lot through the glass doors. Snow is coming down heavily. Castiel can already feel the wet flakes soaking through his thin work shirt and grimaces. “Here,” Dean says while holding out his jacket. Castiel glances up at him to confirm it’s okay to take it. Dean nods, and Castiel grabs it and puts it on. It’s a little big, but it’s warm, and it smells like Dean.

It feels like home. Dean leads them outside, and Castiel follows him to the Impala. He gets inside the passenger side. Dean turns the car on, and they start driving. Castiel feels himself relaxing. Being next to Dean back in the Impala is so familiar. And safe. He glances out the window. The snow is thick and heavy. “We might have to stop somewhere,” Dean says. “Okay,” Castiel responds. He doesn’t care what they do. Just as long as he’s back with Dean. Castiel doesn’t realize he’s dozed off until he jerks awake. Something is on his shoulder. He turns to see Dean’s hand. “Got us a motel room,” Dean explains. Castiel nods tiredly and steps out of the car. He closes the car door and wraps Dean’s jacket tighter around himself. The snow is sticking to the ground, and Castiel takes an experimental step. He makes a wet footprint. He steps next to it to make another footprint. Why is that fun? A big snowflake hits his shoe, and he looks up. The night sky is light from the swirling snow. It’s beautiful. It’s cold but cozy somehow. Castiel looks down from the sky to see Dean staring at him. He has a small smile on his face, and his eyes are lit with...something. His nose and cheeks are pink, softening the usual hard lines on his face. It’s...cute. The image of Dean smiling at him in the swirling snow makes Castiel feel warm inside. Contentment...no. Happiness. And a little bit of excitement. Castiel smiles and walks to Dean’s side. “I like the snow,” Castiel comments. “I hadn’t noticed.” Castiel blushes in embarrassment at the thought of Dean waiting on him while he stared at the snow. Dean’s hand touches Cas’ lower back as he leads them to their room. It only makes Castiel blush more. He hopes the cold disguises his red face. They finally reach their room. Dean fiddles with the key before finally getting the door open. He steps inside and turns on the light. The room is small and only a little warmer than it is outside. Dean immediately goes over to the thermostat. Castiel closes and locks the door. He walks over to the closest bed and sits down. He takes his shoes off. Then Castiel realizes he’s still wearing Dean’s jacket. He can’t help but feel a little disappointed at the thought of returning it. It’s like a little piece of Dean that’s his own. Castiel reluctantly takes the jacket off. “Dean.” He holds the jacket out to him. Dean turns from his spot near the thermostat. “Keep it for now. I have my flannel.” “Thanks.” Castiel hopes his excitement isn’t too obvious. He puts it back on and climbs under the covers. He lays down and stares at Dean.

Dean suddenly turns and says, “Sorry I didn’t bring any extra clothes. I thought I could make this in one trip. So, uh, yeah. Sorry.” His eyes dance around the room before settling on Cas.

“It’s okay, Dean,” Castiel replies.

Dean quickly looks away and focuses on the thermostat again. But Castiel notices the tears he was trying to blink back. Dean finishes figuring out the thermostat and turns on the bedside lamp. He walks back towards the door and turns off the main light before falling on his bed. He rolls over to turn the lamp off. “Dean?” Castiel asks. Dean glances over. “Yeah?” “Thank you for coming back for me.” Dean stares. Then must realize he’s staring and clears his throat awkwardly. “It’s what family does.” He clicks off the lamp. Castiel smiles, grateful the darkness covers it. But he doesn’t see Dean’s smile, mirroring his own.

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cardinalnuggets · 3 years

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Date Night

Pairing: Ayna x f!mc Word count: 3430 Rating: T Summary: Kennedy just really misses Ayna so she enlists Dionne to help her see her again. Warnings: mentions of cancer (they talk about Ayna's dad) Enjoy my lovelies!

“Di?”

“Hmm?”

She had her feet propped up on the coffee table in their shared space, painting her toenails a vivid red. As concentrated as she was, she didn’t look up as Kennedy entered the room.

“You know how you set up that secret date for Ayna and me?”

“Hmm,” she replied again, focussed on wiping excess polish off the skin next to her toe, “you mean the one that you’ve already showered me in thanks for? I may love the attention, but you can stop now.”

“Yeah. But that’s not why…” Dionne looked up at her finally with a bored look on her face. “Anyway, what I was going to ask is…would you be able to help me plan something similar, but with me surprising Ayna this time?”

Dionne’s face lit up like a burst of fireworks in the night sky. Hastily, she waved her hands in front of her toes, as though that would dry them faster so she could be on her feet again.

“Really?” She squealed, in a voice so loud and high pitched that it probably broke the sound barrier.

“Yeah. Please.” Kennedy sighed, plopping down onto the sofa next to Di. Her mood seemed almost exactly the opposite of her suitemate’s. “I know I see her everyday in class but it’s…not the same,” she said, pulling a face as she realised how pathetic that sounded out loud. “I miss her. A lot. And I’m not sure when I’ll next get to see her alone what with all the paparazzi around. I don’t want to drag her into another scandal but,” she shrugged half-heartedly, “I just really miss her.”

Another fire-alarm like squeal left Dionne and her whole body was practically vibrating. “Are you kidding? I’m living vicariously through your love life and I LOVE planning surprises. Of course I’ll help you.”

She leaned over to put the nail polish safely on the coffee table and grabbed her phone instead, fingers already flying across the screen.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do…”

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Several hours later, Kennedy found herself pacing back and forth across the floor in their living room, wringing her hands together. Evening had not long fallen and the last of the day’s light was disappearing outside. Ayna should be here any minute if all went according to plan and that should have put her at ease but…what if she doesn’t show. As much as she trusted Dionne and her fool proof planning, there was this little niggle of doubt that something would go wrong, and it would all be for naught. And, as time marched on, that little niggle had become a full-blown panic.

“Ugh, pull yourself together Kennedy,” she berated herself, forcing herself to quit the pacing. She shook out her hands as though she could just shake the nerves out of them. Pulling herself up to her full height, she took out her phone out to check for any updates but deflated when she saw that there were none.

“Please let her –”

She didn’t get to finish her thought before there was a quick, sharp knock against the door to their suite. Her head whipped towards the door, eyes widening.

“Oh,” she whispered, taking a moment to fuss at her hair and outfit before she started towards the door. After pausing to take a last deep breath and plaster a smile on her face that hopefully didn’t belay her nerves, she all but threw open the door.

Ayna stood on the other side wearing the same tight skirt and blouse she had been wearing in class. Even though she didn’t look any different than she had a few hours before, Kennedy still thought she was breath-taking. And just like that, she felt the last bit of worry melt away.

“You look amazing,” Ayna stuttered out, eyes bulging as her gaze ran down Kennedy’s body.

Kennedy ran her hands down the tight burgundy dress hugging her curves and grinned at the desire glittering in Ayna’s eyes. If that wasn’t a confidence boost, Kennedy didn’t know what was. How did she manage to get so lucky that such a beautiful woman wanted her?

“You like the dress? Dionne helped me pick it out.” Dionne had forced her into it, more like. But if it was getting this kind of reaction from Ayna then she couldn’t complain. In fact, she’d have to remember to thank Di. Again.

Making sure to accentuate the movement of her hips, Kennedy stepped back from the door to let Ayna into the suite. She didn’t move, however, her gaze simply falling to rest on Kennedy’s ass.

“Wow, you really do like the dress,” Kennedy said with a melodic laugh.

Those expressive dark eyes were burning when they snapped back up to meet Kennedy’s and Ayna’s lips were pulled into a wicked grin.

“The dress is nice,” she began, finally stepping over the threshold to the suite and snaking her arms around Kennedy’s waist, “but it’s youthat I like.”

“Oh?” Kennedy questioned, mimicking her cheeky smile. She let the door snap shut behind Ayna, leaving her arms free to wrap around her neck.

Instead of answering her, Ayna leaned in and pressed her lips to Kennedy’s. It was little more than a peck but Kennedy could already feel herself melting. A week was far too long to wait to feel those lips against hers again, feel the warmth of her soft body pressed against hers.

“Hi,” Ayna breathed as she pulled back to press a kiss to the tip of her nose and then her forehead. “Dionne was very secretive about what you were both up to but told me to be here for 7.”

With an unladylike snort, Kennedy disentangled herself from her. Grasping her warm hand in hers, she led her down the short hallway leading to the main living area. The room was bathed in the soft glow of several candles dotted around the room. The kitchen island was set for 2, complete with a bottle of wine and an array of take-out food. Sitting in a vase in the middle of the coffee table was a bouquet of brightly coloured flowers.

Kennedy turned, delighting in the look of awe on Ayna’s face as she took in the cosily decorated space. “I wanted to take you on a date, but with the paparazzi only getting more invasive instead of losing interest, I didn’t think it was a good idea to go out somewhere. So,” she paused to sweep her arm towards the room as though presenting it, “this is what Di and I came up with instead.”

She reached towards the vase of flowers before holding them out to Ayna. “These are for you.”

Ayna’s eyes were shining with emotion as she reached out to accept the flowers, but her smile was brilliant. “You did all of this for me?”

“Well, there was a good bit of selfish motivation there too. I missed you.”

Just when Kennedy didn’t think Ayna’s smile couldn’t get any wider, it somehow did. “I missed you too,” Ayna breathed, hugging the vase of flowers to her chest with one arm so she could wrap the other around Kennedy’s waist. “And thank you for all of this,” she added before leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.

“Shall we eat?” Kennedy asked, gesturing towards the waiting food.

Conversation flowed smoothly as they ate and enjoyed their wine. They spoke of everything and anything from their childhoods to their hopes and dreams for the future. It was so effortless between them, one topic just flowing naturally into the next, soft glances and touches shared between them.

As they finished up their food, they fell into a comfortable silence. With Ayna focussed on watching the other woman’s thumb stroke the back of her hand, Kennedy took the opportunity to let her gaze wander over Ayna’s face. She was entranced by her sharp jawline, the cute little ears that peeked out from behind the curls framing her face and the long, dark eyelashes hiding her beautiful eyes.

Had she not been so engrossed in every flicker of her expression, Kennedy probably would have missed the way her lips pulled down in a subtle little grimace. “Hey,” she said softly, nudging her foot with her own to get her attention, “everything alright?”

Ayna’s eyes snapped up to hers and for just a moment, Kennedy could see an intense sadness glistening in her eyes before she blinked it away. “Yes,” she answered, squeezing Kennedy’s hand, “I was just thinking about how we’ve spoken of so much tonight, but there’s one important thing I haven’t told you yet.”

A long pause followed this, and Kennedy could see her steeling herself for what she had to say. Quietly, she continued to brush her thumb across the back of Ayna’s hand, willing to give her the time she needed to gather herself, despite the curiosity and worry she felt at what could evoke such a reaction in her.

“My father was diagnosed with colon cancer last year.”

Although it wasn’t any more than a whisper, Kennedy froze at the revelation. Not for a second would she have imagined that this kind, amazing, happy (or at least she had always seemed to be) woman was hiding something so painful.

“Oh, Ayna, I’m so sorry,” Kennedy breathed, reaching over with her free hand to wipe the solitary tear that tracked down her cheek. “Is he…okay?” What a stupid question to ask, she thought to herself, but she couldn’t think of any other way to ask is he going to die that wasn’t so blunt.

To her relief, Ayna nodded, a small smile curling at her lips, though it didn’t reach her sad eyes. “He’s been having chemotherapy and it’s shrunk the tumours enough that the doctors think they’ll be able to remove them successfully.”

Letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding, Kennedy squeezed Ayna’s hand tightly in hers. “Good. That’s good. And how are you? It can’t be an easy thing for you to go through.” From how highly she spoke of her father, Kennedy could tell just how much he meant to her. Coupled with the fact that she had lost her mother so young, Kennedy could only imagine how hard it must be on her. Even if Kennedy didn’t often see eye to eye with her mother, being her only living parent, she knew she’d be beside herself if anything ever happened to her.

“I’m okay,” she replied, sending Kennedy a tender smile, “or at least as okay as can be expected. I’m terrified of losing him, but he’s been so optimistic the whole way through this and it’s so infectious. There will still be times when the fear and the sadness wins, but he always taught me to see the positive side of everything.”

The love Ayna feels for her dad shines through as she talks about him, even as she talks about something as sad as this. Kennedy once again finds herself in awe of this amazing woman, and so damn lucky that some day soon, she may love Kennedy with the same fierceness and depth.

“You know you can lean on me when you need to? You don’t need to go through this alone.”

Ayna flashed her a grateful smile. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

Shaking herself out as though she could shake away the whole conversation, Ayna stood. “Enough of that,” she declared and held out a hand to Kennedy, just as the song playing in the background changed to something slow and romantic. “Dance with me.”

Chuckling at the abrupt change of conversation but not wanting to push her if she didn’t want to talk about it more, Kennedy accepted her hand. They each wrapped their free arm around the other’s waist, cradling their joined hands between their chests as they swayed to the beat. Having Ayna in her arms was a kind of bliss she didn’t think she’d felt before. She’d truly do anything to feel the warmth of her body against her. Given how she could feel Ayna’s body loosen and melt against her with each of their gentle movements, Ayna must have felt the same.

“Thank you for this,” Ayna whispered against Kennedy’s neck as she buried her head there. She seemed to fit there like a previously missing puzzle piece, and Kennedy couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment than this. As cheesy as it may be, she wished they could stay like this forever – alone and without a care for what was happening outside of their little bubble.

“You’re wel – oh.” A surprised whimper cut her off as she felt Ayna’s lips languidly explore the skin of her neck. Her pulse jumped against Ayna’s lips and she knew she would be able to feel her heartbeat quicken from so simple a kiss. If it didn’t feel so good, she would have been embarrassed, especially as she felt Ayna’s mouth curl into a smile against her skin.

Her hands grasped the fabric at Ayna’s back as her lips climbed up her throat, sucking gently before the velvetiness of her tongue soothed any sting. Eyes falling shut to savour the feeling, Kennedy’s head fell back, to give her better access to her throat. Warmth bloomed under her skin, radiating to every corner of her body. All she could feel was Ayna - the heat from her body, the silkiness of her shirt scrunched in her hand, her hair and breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck.

Ayna’s hand buried itself in Kennedy’s hair and tuggedas she nibbled on the skin over her jawbone. A startled moan escaped her, and she tugged Ayna impossibly closer.

“Either you really want me or you’re far too easy to rile up,” Ayna breathed as her lips hovered over her ear. Despite the teasing tone of her voice, Kennedy could hear that she was just as affected as she was and it made her shiver with delight.

“Can’t it be both?” she laughed, her voice huskier than normal. Ayna pulled away to grin at her, and the evidence of just how much she wanted Kennedy too was swirling like a tornado in the depths of her eyes. For a moment which could have been a second or a lifetime, they lost themselves in each other’s gaze, balancing on the knife’s edge of freefalling into one another.

Like two magnets, they surged towards each other, lips meeting in a kiss that was as messy as it was passionate. Kennedy’s world narrowed to Ayna and only Ayna – the silky feel of her tongue tangling with hers, the feeling of being securely held in her arms, the taste of the wine and the chocolate strawberries they’d eaten lingering in her mouth mixed with something that was so uniquely Ayna and the floral scent of her perfume surrounding her. It was everything.

Kennedy grasped tight to Ayna’s back and walked them backwards until her own back met the counter behind her. Picking up on exactly what she needed, Ayna’s hips pinned her there as her hands plunged into her hair. Tugging Kennedy’s head back, she impossibly deepened the kiss, and God, Kennedy swore she had never been kissed quite like this before. It was like she was adrift, lost and Ayna was the only thing anchoring her but somehow, she was still getting lost in her.

A sharp squeak that came from neither of them had them jumping apart as though they hadn’t already been caught. Two sets of wild eyes turned towards the noise, both of their chests heaving to try and get their breathing back under control. And there Dionne stood, a look of triumph on her face, even if her cheeks were darkened in embarrassment, obviously having not realised what she was going to walk in on.

“By all means don’t let me interrupt you,” she all but cackled and in that moment, Kennedy wanted nothing more than to shove her back out the door she’d just come through. She wondered how both her and Ayna had been so lost in each other that they hadn’t heard her come back home.

Kennedy glanced over at Ayna to see her cheeks flushed darker than she would have thought possible. How much of that was embarrassment, and how much was left over desire from where they had been headed two minutes ago, Kennedy wondered. Carefully avoiding both her and Dionne’s gaze, Ayna was running her hands over her clothes, straightening them after Kennedy’s wandering hands had rumpled them. That one look at her was enough for Kennedy to know that Dionne had well and truly ruined the mood.

Quietly mourning the end of one of the best dates she had ever been on, Kennedy turned back to Dionne, jerking her head towards her bedroom. “Give us a minute, Di?”

Dionne very much looked like that was the last thing she wanted to do. In fact, she looked like she was ready to burst with all the questions she had. Reluctantly, however, she dragged her feet towards her room. Thinking she was being smooth, Dionne left her door ajar, and Kennedy just knew she would be perched right next to it to listen to whatever they said.

“Door!” Kennedy called before she turned back to Ayna.

“You’re no fun,” came a quiet huff from Dionne’s room before the door snapped shut.

Barely holding in her laughter, she reached out to take both of Ayna’s hands in her own. Those soulful dark eyes finally looked up at her and they softened as they took in the grin on Kennedy’s face. Her whole posture loosened then, as though she’d needed confirmation that Kennedy wasn’t ashamed to be caught in a compromising position with her.

“Sorry about her,” Kennedy began, jerking her thumb towards the door her suitemate had disappeared through. “At least she only walked in on us kissing. Could have been worse.” Which it most likely would have been had she walked in ten minutes later.

She finally let the laughter she had been holding onto escape her as she saw Ayna’s lips quirk up in a small smile. It didn’t take long before Ayna joined her, the two of them having to lean against each other to stop them toppling over from the force of their giggles.

Ayna’s laugh sounded so joyful that Kennedy found it sobered her quickly. She pulled back enough that she was able to see her face, so full of happiness that Kennedy was honestly awed by it. She looked so damn beautiful, and Kennedy couldn’t believe she ever could have gotten so lucky to meet someone quite as amazing as the woman in her arms.

“Thanks for such a wonderful night,” Kennedy’s breathy voice whispered. Her gaze wandered down to Ayna’s lips and she began leaning in, as though hypnotised.

Ayna’s lips met her half-way in a kiss much softer than those they had just shared. Her lips were so warm and silky that Kennedy knew she could easily get caught up in her again. Needing to taste her again, Kennedy’s tongue ran along Ayna’s lower lip, asking to be let in. Instead of opening her mouth for her, however, Ayna gently pulled herself back, though her grip around Kennedy’s waist didn’t loosen.

“We shouldn’t,” she whispered a mere breath away from Kennedy’s lips.

Begrudgingly, Kennedy knew she was right and with one last lingering kiss, she stepped away from Ayna and headed towards the door.

“Thank you for this, Kennedy. I really needed this.” Ayna stepped up beside Kennedy, cradling the vase of flowers Kennedy had gifted her against her chest with one arm.

“Me too,” Kennedy replied as she leaned in to brush her lips against Ayna’s cheek. As she pulled away, her hand found Ayna’s.

“See you tomorrow.” Ayna pulled open the door and started out of it, but Kennedy refused to let go of her hand until she was too far away to reach anymore.

“Bye,” she breathed, watching her as she slowly faded into the distance, turning once to wave at her before she disappeared around the corner.

With a sigh that was half happy, half miserable at watching her go, she turned back into her suite. The minute the door closed behind her, Dionne was tearing out of her room, all but pouncing on her with excitement. It was almost enough to chase away the last bit of gloominess she felt at Ayna’s absence.

“So, tell me everything!”

#ayna x mc #ayna seth #myaynafic

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kaitycole · 4 years

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“Cicero!”

Summary: You thought you and your sister just had one thing in common. What happens when you learn you have a second thing in common: your husband, Oikawa Tooru?

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Word Count: 2012

Warnings: Angst. Mentions of murder, cheating, black outs, and blood.

If Alex had to pick one word that described you, it would be smug. From the way you walked into the room, how you pulled out the chair, even the expression on your lips, were all smug. She knew right away that this interview would be a lot different than the others, something about you just radiated that energy, that almost dramatic flair an actress has when walking down a red-carpet Alex would’ve chuckled aloud if she knew it wouldn’t have inflated your ego that much more.

You look at Alex on the other side of the glass and smirk to yourself even though you know she can see you. You are the one who got everyone else to agree to this series of interviews, truth be told, you just wanted another chance to be interviewed. Prison wasn’t glitz and glam, no one cared about who you used to be outside the plain, cracked concrete walls, but those on the outside were so invested in what each inmate did, you decided to give them a show.

“Alex Hunt. How’d you end up landing this job?” You pull the sucker out of your mouth, making a pop sound, “I figured it’d be someone more…experienced.” If she’s taken aback, you can’t tell which intrigues you but also pisses you off in a way. “I don’t have to interview you, I can just exclude yours from the piece.”

You raise your eyebrows, slightly surprised at her sharp tongue, but knowing you were going to have fun talking with her, “I don’t recall that being what I said.”

“Then shall we start? Or do you have more banter you’d like to get out?” Alex picks up her pen, flipping over the already written on pages to a clear page.

“Yellow legal pad, how very original.” “Are you finished yet? Or are you going to comment on how I’m not wearing a hat or going by the nickname, Ace?”

You laugh, a sincere laugh, something you hadn’t done in years. This would definitely be fun. “Should I start by stating my name for the record?” “Sure, we can start with something easy.”

“L/N F/N. But I prefer just going by Y/N.” You scoot the chair back, propping your feet up on the small counter space you have on your side of the glass.

Alex just mutters under her breath, though nothing that you are able to hear. She scribbles something on her notepad before looking up. “ Your case is the only one that involves a double homicide. Says here it was your husband and…”

You finish the statement for her, “my sister.” A cold chill runs down Alex’s spine, up until now they had just been crimes committed against lovers, but not with you. She takes a moment to catch her breath, to gather her thoughts, never in a million years could Alex imagine killing one of her siblings. Though she also couldn’t be sure if she found them with her significant other, the thought wouldn’t cross her mind.

“Tell me about your sister. What was she like?”

You let out a breath though your nose, trying to figure out what exactly to say. What was she like? Did you even remember? Whenever you tried to think about her, all you could recall was her and your lover, in the throes of passion.

“The opposite of me, that’s for sure.”

“How so?” You bite down on the little bit of the sucker that’s left, the broken pieces fall off the stick which you just hold between the corner of your lips. “If I was dark then she was light. I wanted to be a part of everything, be in the middle of the chaos so to speak. But Sis, she just wanted to stay in, to be away from everything.” “What about your husband?” She slides a few folders around before picking up the one with your name on it, “Oikawa Tooru. How did you meet him?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” The smug expression Alex saw you wear when you first walked in was gone replaced by one that she swore was more devilish and mischievous than she’d seen before.

* * “Someone wants to meet you.” Your sister looked at you with a small smirk.

It was late, your show had run late and you just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep. It was unlike you, your sister would make that same remark, but international travel was wearing you down.

“I really just want to go to bed.” “I really think you should go meet him.”

You rolled your eyes, how many times could you fake a smile through fans telling you how sexy it was that you were -that- flexible before following it up with some poor and downright lame attempt at trying to sleep with you? But your sister was never this persistent which made you feel you should.

“Okay, okay, where is he?”

“Right out there,” she pushed you through the door of your dressing room but before you could yell at her, you felt yourself bump into someone. When you looked up, a pair of wide brown eyes take in your (e/c) eyes before he apologized.

“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was so close to the door.”

You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t. that your sister pushed you, that you lost your footing, but none of those seemed to come out of your mouth as you took in the tall brunette’s features. You swallowed hard, inhaling though your nose before introducing yourself.

“I know, I’ve been to a few of your shows.” You watched as his cheeks reddened. “I’m Oikawa Tooru.” “Sorry, but I don’t recognize your name.” You smirked and could’ve swore you saw his knees buckle.

He ran his fingers through the poof of brunette hair. “I take that as a good thing, though I can’t say I’m surprised.”

His words were innocent, but the tone in his voice made them cocky and you knew in that moment you were hooked on this Oikawa Tooru.

“As much as I’m enjoying this banter, you can just skip the part where you tell me how hot it is that I can put my legs behind my head and I’ll just skip to the part where I turn down your poor attempt to sleep with me.”

“Ah. I should’ve guessed this happened a bit.” He leaned forward, causing you to back into the wall behind you. His hand on the right side of your face, pressed flat against the wall as his nose brushed yours. “Well I hate to disappoint you, but I’ve seen a few people that can put their legs behind their head.” THUD. Your heart rammed into your ribs.

“Oh? Then why bother coming backstage? Surely not to get an autograph, mine’s not that pretty.”

He smirked, leaning closer to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “How else would I ask you to dinner?”

* * “We dated for a while, he stopped playing professional volleyball and joined my sister and I on the road. We got married about a year or so later.”

“You traveled for acrobatic routines?” She looks up at you, making sure she had the facts right and not in the condescending way other reporters had looked at you.

“Yes. It was the one and only thing my sister and I actually did together. Well, unless you count the incident that landed me here.” You pull your legs off the counter, standing up to stretch a bit.

“If you had to describe how you felt that night, the night of the incident, which word would you use?” “Betrayed.”

* * “I can’t believe it! Two hundred shows, that’s insane!” Your sister laughed, popping open a new bottle of champagne, haphazardly pouring it into you and Oikawa’s glasses.

“I can. You two are simply amazing.” He pressed a sloppy kiss on your temple before downing his drink.

The three of you were in you and Oikawa’s hotel room, celebrating the fact that the show you just finished had been the two hundredth show you and your sister had done. It was a huge feat for the two of you since you didn’t have a proper manager, Oikawa had been doing the best he could in the three years you’d been together.

You watched as your sister turned up the music that had been playing, dragging Oikawa to his feet and making him spin her around as they did something that looked like dancing. You laughed, loving how close your sister and husband were, it made the three of you traveling all over easier on you. You didn’t have to worry about petty fights and having to pick sides because that would’ve been hell. Acrobatics was the biggest thing that linked you and your sister after years of being polar opposites and you wouldn’t trade your relationship with Oikawa for anything, he was the only person other that your sister that understood you, made you feel safe.

“Maybe while I go get ice, you two can learn how to dance.”

The three of you all laughed, a mix of happiness and alcohol clouding everyone’s judgements and decisions. You turned to look back at them once more before slipping down the hallway, empty ice bucket in hand, feeling on top of the world.

* * Alex shifts in her seat uncomfortably, she knows what you’re going to tell her next. She’s read the reports, seen the crime scene photos but just like her last interview, the emotional recollection of the events made it that much harder to stomach.

“You couldn’t have been gone long though.” “Heh.” You scoff, “long enough apparently.”

* * They must not have heard the door click open due to the loudness of the music, that’s what you told yourself when you say your sister and husband in the compromised position you found them in. They would’ve jumped apart, right?

Would’ve told you that it wasn’t what it looked like, right?

That it was just the alcohol, right?

Not just continuing the crude act they were preforming, right?

Then it all hit you, like a train, the way your sister would look at him. How her fingers would linger on him when she handed him something. How you’d seen his eyes follow her around a room while sitting next to you. How all the times you found them together, looking like two teenagers who were walked in on, didn’t seem so innocent anymore, you didn’t seem so paranoid now.

Your vision seemed both blurry and red at the same time. An intense anger that you’d never felt before, is that what it felt like to have the two people you loved more than life itself betray you? You sat the ice bucket down, fingers wrapped the candlestick on the shelf. You chuckled, remembering how your sister had pointed it out calling it tacky, maybe in some sense that was ironic.

You lifted it above your head with both hands, the last thing your remembered was Oikawa shouting your name as your sister screamed.

* * “You really don’t remember anything else?” Alex is quickly writing down what you’ve said, making sure not to miss any detail.

“Not at all. Not until I walked into the bathroom.”

* * You cocked your head to the side, watching as the red liquid dripped from your hands, how it just smeared when you rubbed your hands together. You saw how your golden band was stained as you ran water over your hands, the white sink turning pink. It was in that moment you knew that both your sister and husband were dead.

* * “I know that look.” You say, looking directly at Alex, who looks positively pale.

“What look?”

“The ‘I can’t believe they did that’ look.” You scoff. “As if you know what you would do in that situation.”

“I don’t, but…”

You cut her off, “then how can you tell me that I was wrong?”

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shotokimchi · 4 years

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What If?

Summary: Everyone can fall in love, falling for Bakugo gave you a hard time but when you learned that he felt the same, it was too late. Because you were already married.

WARNINGS: +18 SMUT SMUT SMUTTTT! and a lot of Angst.

Note: Kiri called you pebble, did ya’ll see what i did there, nah? ok... (Yagami Yato stans where u at *cough cough*)

“Y/n L/n, will you marry me?” Tears started to well up in your eyes the love of your life, Eijiro Kirishima was on his right knee with a black box in his hand, asking you to be his partner for the rest of his life. Eijiro was the kind of man that every woman would want in her life and you felt so lucky for that. It was your birthday, so Eijiro promised to take you out to dinner and when you got to the restaurant you noticed that bakusquad was there too, waiting for the both of you. After having dinner with your friends and your boyfriend, everyone gave you their presents and Eijiro suddenly stood up and read you his speech it was sweet but he started to get sentimental and it made you emotional as well. He held you by the hand and started to tell how he was so in love with you then in an instant he was on his right knee... “Y-y/n?...” Eijiro's voice woke you up from your thoughts, and you realized you still haven't given him a straight answer. He was starting to panic and you quickly smiled. “S-sorry, i...i’m just so happy Eiji.” he gave a sigh of relief and looked at you with those beautiful ruby eyes. “Yes, a million times yes...” Eijiro jumped to his feet and hugged you with his strong arms “Wohoo!” Mina popped a bottle of champagne. Sero and Kaminari screamed with joy, but there was someone who kept quiet all night and his name was Katsuki Bakugou. When it came to Katsuki, you'd rather shut up. He was the kid you liked in high school. Even after you finished high school, you continued to love him, and your whole college life was about trying to forget about him.

You were sure Katsuki didn't have anything to do with you, he was very strong and had goals, love wasn't his area of interest so you gave up on your one-sided love and decided to see Katsuki as a friend. After Katsuki, things were getting better. You realized how thoughtful and wonderful Eijiro was, and after a long time, you started believing in love again.

*Flashback*

“Come on Y/n! This is gonna be our first time attending to a college party!” Mina was trying to persuade you to go to a party hosted by an upperclassmen and after 20 minutes of trying, she was successful. Jirou had bought you a sexy dress and Mina was ready to do your hair. You were so lucky to have Mina and Jiro. They were the only ones who knew about your feelings towards Katsuki and they always supported you. They also knew about your new feelings towards Eijiro and they were giving their all to help. You weren’t in love with Eijiro, at least not yet. Everything was happening so fast, after finishing high school and trying to forget everything about Katsuki you were only focusing on your training and your grades. Your new blossoming relationship with Eijiro was exciting, it was just a little crush nothing big.

“This place is on fire, lets dance!” Mina started swaying her hips and Jiro joined her on the dance floor, after complaining for fifteen minutes, you started dancing with your friends and for a short while you forgot everything that bothered you. Mina found you a cup of beer and the three of you started drinking. “I think i saw Kaminari and Sero!” Jirou shouted bc of the loud music and Mina wiggled her eyebrows “That means Kirishima is here too! Lets go show him your dress Y/n, you look sexy and im sure he is gonna fall for you!” You covered your face with your hands and Mina laughed then you started to feel dizzy, you werent a heavy drinker after all but the feeling of the beat and the alcohol in your veins was urging you to dance some more, then your back collided with a toned one and the smell of caramel flooded your senses, your heartbeat quickened. You knew that smell very well but you didnt wanted to turn around and confirm it. Then you felt his hands on your hips “Katsuki...?” He rested his chin on your shoulder and the both of you started to move with a slow pace. “...Short dress.” It was obvious, he was drunk. But it wasnt impossible to form a conversation so you asked “My dress?” He nodded. “Why are you here Katsuki? I didnt knew that you were a party person.” He scoffed “Dunce face forced me to come here.” You smiled at the nickname that he used for Kaminari, he was the same Katsuki, it didnt matter if he was in high school or college. He was the same... So forgetting your feelings for him was the best desicion you have ever made. “Where is Kirishima?” He raised his head and you turned to meet his eyes but your nose touched his and a slight tinge of pink dusted your cheeks, you didnt knew if it was bc of the alcohol or not “He’s not here.” He answered but started to lean closer and closer... Then his lips were on yours, it was slow but hot then his tounge licked your bottom lip and your mouth opened, welcoming his tounge. “Lets get out of here...” He sighed into your mouth and you nodded. You didnt care about anything else, everything around you was about Bakugou. The smell of caramel, the warmth of his hands, you always wanted to feel him, always wanted to touch him. The house was big so Bakugou dragged you towards the stairs and both of you clumsily reached the 2nd floor, he opened one of the doors and when the both of you got in, he immediately locked it. There was a clean bed, it was untouched. He yanked off his black dress shirt and pushed you onto the bed, his lips crashed with yours and he earned a moan from you, that excited him even more, his hands found the hem of your dress and rough scarred hands slowly made their way towards your thighs. “Do you want this?” His crimson eyes took your breath away, his gaze was so intense and you only managed to nod. You wrapped your arms around his neck and inhaled his scent “I wanted you for so long...” That took him by surprise but he didnt took it seriously bc you were drunk. He really wanted to believe your words, he liked you for so long but didnt said anything bc of his goals and all he just didnt wanted to got distracted. On top of that, he was terrible when it came to expressing his feelings to someone else, especially to you since he was crazy about you but everything was going to be okay bc he was going to confess to you tonight. “Same here.” Your breath hitched in your throat, he wanted you too? No, this couldnt be true, he was saying this stuff bc he was drunk, just like you. “Katsu... come on.” The nickname made his heart pound, he started to leave open mouthed kisses on your jawline and he nipped at your neck, when you mewled into his ear he bit down, hard. “A-ah, Katsu...” Then he licked the abused spot and found the zipper on your back, when his eyes met with your matched lingerie set, he smirked “Naughty girl~” Licking your collarbone, he threw the dress onto the floor and unbuckled his belt. His grey boxer felt tight around his crotch, his long fingers found the wet spot that formed on your panties “Someone’s getting excited~” You averted your gaze and he grabbed your chin “Keep your eyes on me Y/n.” He slowly took of your panties and slid his index finger into your core, you gave a pleasant sigh and started to buck your hips he was relieved, even though he looked confident the last thing he wanted you to feel was pain, his thumb found your clit and you cried out. “F-faster, Katsuki!” His smirk widened and he added his middle finger and quickened the pace. “You are holding onto my fingers for dear life, sexy~” Your thighs started to shake then it came crashing down on you, with a loud moan you came around his fingers. You were panting and trying to get yourself together then you saw his fingers, he was playing with your juices “See this Y/n?” He shoved them into his mouth and sucked them clean, your body was on fire. “Get on all fours baby.” He ordered and you placed yourself on your elbows and knees, he pushed your waist onto the mattress. For a moment there was silence so you opened your mouth wanting more from him but a harsh smack landed on your ass. “Ah!” You shouted and buried your face into the pillow “Thats it baby, let me hear you!” Then he activated his quirk and landed a smack onto the other one. “K-katsuki!” Then he checked the drawers of the nightstand and luckily managed to find a condom package. Then you felt it, his tip was pressing into your entrance “Y/n, are you ready?” His breath was erratic and the both of you were so excited “Yeesh~” You moaned out and he chuckled, then with a swift move, he pushed every inch of him into your tight cunt. You screamed and he started to thrust with a stable pace “Feels good...” He managed to breath out and started to quicken his pace. The both of you were moaning like horny animals and the sound of slapping skin was filling the room “K-katsu please, faster!” Your moans and pleas only boosted his ego and he let out a pleased growl “Scream for me!” Then he thrusted into you with full force and it made you shove your face into the pillow, your moans got louder and louder, then your fingers found your clit and drew messy circles. Then he yanked you towards him and pressed your back to his chest, he squeezed your mounds and nipped at your neck “Katsuki, oh god!” Then you came around him and his thrusts turned messy “Fuck Y/n, fuck fuck FUCK-” with the last thrust, he came and both of you panted. He layed onto his back and pulled you to his chest, after gaining his composure he started to talk “Y/n i- damn it, i like you for years now and fuck- even if you tell me to fuck off i just wanted you to know.” He closed his eyes and prepared hisself for rejection but the only thing he heard was your light snoring so he sighed with dissapointment. “When the morning comes, i’ll tell you.”

But he couldnt, bc when he woke up, you were gone. After that night, the energy between you and Katsuki was very strange, you were always avoiding him, and Katsuki chose to leave you alone. After two weeks of avoiding Katsuki and getting advice from Jirou and Mina, you decided to give him a call and talk things out. You felt disgusting, leaving and avoiding him, doing things like this while starting to feel some things for Eijiro... But you and Eiji weren’t a thing so it was not a crime is it? Yes, it was a crime but for you. Loyalty was so important to you and here you were, gettin drunk and having sex with your old crush.

Katsuki was in the living room while Kirishima was making some protein shake, Kaminari and Sero were out meeting with some of their old friends. Kirishima noticed the weird atmosphere between you and Katsuki but didnt wanted to talk about it since you avoided the topic several times and Katsuki just told him to ‘fuck off’ he wasn’t offended, this was Katsuki’s way of expressing his emotions and they were best friends, so Kirishima decided to give him some space. When he finished preparing his protein shake aka ‘KIRISHAKE’ he walked towards the living room and saw Katsuki, looking out of the window with a thoughtful look on his face. “Whats up bro?” Katsuki turned and looked at his best friend and immediately felt bad, he was still smiling and doing everything he could to make Katsuki feel better even if he was acting like a jerk for two weeks. “Tch, you blind? Im sitting.” Kirishima laughed and a soft smile appeared on Katsuki’s face, he was so lucky to have Kirishima by his side, he hated himself for laying with the crush of his best buddy but he couldnt help it, he loved you too, no matter how many times he told himself to forget about you, it wasnt working. The guilt felt heavy on his shoulders bc today, Eijiro was supposed to took you on a date but you called him and postponed it and told him that you were supposed to see your relatives. “So Bakubro, lets play Mortal Combat!” Kiri’s voice woke him up from his thoughts and he nodded, but just when he was about to grab the console, his phone buzzed in his pocket. There was a message, from you. His eyes popped out of their sockets and he got up from his seat. “Bro?” Kirishima was looking at him with a confused expression “Wait here.” Katsuki dashed towards his shared room with Kirishima and slammed the door shut, he immediately unlocked his phone and read your message.

Y/n: Katsuki, can we talk? Im gonna send you a location of where i am, please come.

After wearing his grey sweatpants, he checked his appereance and immediately grabbed the keys of his car, just when he was about to open the door of the shared apartment Eijirou’s voice stopped him in his tracks “Bakugou, where are you going?” Kiri had a worried expression on his face and Bakugou’s stomach twisted with anxiety. “The old hag just messaged me, uh... I should leave.” Kiri grabbed his arm and Katsuki tensed “Bro, if something is wrong let me help.” At this point, Katsuki wanted to punch himself in the face, instead of gettin suspicious, Kirishima was still concerned about his wellbeing. Katsuki sighed and shook his head “I’ll tell you later, Kirishima.” Then he left.

You were sitting on a bench, playing with your fingers, waiting for Katsuki to come. For these two weeks you couldn't look Kirishima in the eye, you were disgusted with yourself, and you hated yourself for ignoring Katsuki. You’ve had enough so figuring things out with Katsuki was going to be your first attempt to fix things. Then you spotted a black car and immediately recognized it, it belonged to Katsuki. Then the front door of the car opened and you eyed his muscular figure, he was flawless. He spotted you and hesitated, then you gave a small smile, he relaxed and slowly approached you. “Hey.” you breathed out and he sat at the opposite side of the bench, then he gave a small nod. After some minutes of silence, he decided to break it “You said you wanted to talk?” You slightly jumped and turned towards him, he was already looking towards your direction so your e/c eyes met with his crimson ones. “Katsuki, i....i’m sorry.” When he didnt give a response, you took that as a sign to continue “I didnt wanted to ignore you but... i felt disgusting.” Then you saw something flash in his eyes, was that hurt? “D-dont get me wrong! I was disgusted with myself, it doesnt have anything to do with you...” His eyes softened and eyed your tired form, all he wanted to do was confess his feelings but just when he was about to open his mouth, your voice started to shake “You know that Eijirou and i are growing closer and... I felt disgusting because, i-i love him.” His heart stopped beating and after all these years, Katsuki Bakugou felt like crying. “You love him?” He asked and you hesitated, you were feeling some things towards Eijiro but... Was it love? It should be, right? “Y-yeah.” Then he remembered the thing you said at the party, when you were alone in one of the rooms. *I wanted you for so long...* So you told him that just bc you were drunk... “I see.” His voice cracked and he quickly stood up. “Lets forget about it.” Your eyes started to fill with tears and you only managed to nod. Your heart felt heavy and you felt like the same Y/n in high school, the one who was in love with Katsuki Bakugou. You forced a fake smile and nodded “Yeah, lets forget about it.”

After your conversation with Bakugou, he distanced himself. You wanted to talk with him, you wanted to be friends but you didnt wanted to force him. On the other hand, Eijiro took you out on several dates and you were falling in love with him but this time, it was real. Shortly after, Eijiro asked you to be his girlfriend and you happily agreed. You and Eijiro were so happy and everything seemed fine, but your best friend Mina was trying to make sense of Bakugo's strange attitude. As much as you didn't wanted to believe it, she claimed several times that Bakugou could have a crush on you. Mina wasnt satisfied so she decided to talk with Bakugo, she talked with Jirou and after getting her support, she dialed Katsuki’s number. Luckily, he answered.

Katsuki: “What do you want, Pinky?”

Mina: “Hey Bakugou! Its nice to hear your voice. Can we talk?”

Katsuki: “Hurry up Pinky, i need to go for a run.”

Mina: “No i mean, face to face.”

Bakugou sighed, he was running out of patience but judging from Mina’s serious tone, he knew it was important.

Katsuki: “Whatever.”

Mina: “Great! Let’s meet at the cafe that we used to go when we were in high school. I’m already on my way, see ya.”

“Bakugou, right here!” Mina waved, she was sitting at the corner with a cup of coffe in her hands. Bakugou scoffed but walked towards her and sat down. He was fiddling with the hem of his shirt, he was nervous. Mina immediately sensed his anxiety “Dont be nervous Bakugo, im your friend.” Bakugou’s eyes slightly widened but he quickly recovered. “What do you want Pinky?” Mina sighed and nodded “Listen, you are acting strange Bakugou whenever we are hanging out, you’re less talktive end energetic than usual.” Bakugou tched “You are making zero sense.” Mina raised a brow and smirked “You are my friend, i know you well enough. Everyone noticed the changes in your behaviour, Kaminari and Sero are worried especially Eijiro.” Bakugou kept silent and Mina decided to ask the main question “Bakugou, whenever you saw Y/n you always make an excuse to leave or keep quiet. Did you guys had a fight?” Bakugou panicked and his eyes met Mina’s worried ones. He shook his head “Nothing happened, idiot.” Mina’s suspicion was growing “Bakugou do you have a... um, i dont know how to say this. Do you have feelings for Y/n?” Bakugou jumped in his seat and knocked the coffe cup that was sitting on the table. “What the hell Racoon Eyes?!” His heart was pounding like crazy, was it too obvious? Mina’s eyes softened, he was in love. “Bakugou, its ok. Everyone can fall in love, even you.” Bakugou growled “What’s that supposed to mean?!” Mina giggled and her expression turned serious “Bakugou, Eijiro is my friend but you are too. But... to be honest, im so mad at you, arent you supposed to be an observer?” Bakugou was confused, so he continued to listen “Y/n... She was in love with you for 4 years.” Bakugou’s breath hitched in his throat, every bone in his body were shaking. You were feeling the same? No. It was in the past... But was there hope? Mina’s expression changed to a pained one, she was readin him like an open book “Bakugou no, you are too late. She is already in love with Eijiro, so dont ruin their relationship, Eijiro loves her.” And with that, she stood up and gave him a small smile, Katsuki’s mind was racing, he didnt wanted to believe the fact that you were over him. He immediately stood up, get into his car and started to drive towards the agency you were working at. When he arrived, he confessed everything to you and made things worse, your heart was screaming for Eiji but it was aching, what if you confessed at high school? Would things be the same? You cried and before you knew it, his arms were around you. Silent tears fell from his eyes, everything came crashing down on him. Pain, guilt, longing... “Katsuki, we’re too late...” It was like a whisper but he managed to hear it and his arms tightened their hold around you “Y/n...”

*End of flashback*

Eijiro was driving the car while singing happily to one of his favourite songs, his one hand was on the steering wheel while the other one was resting on your thigh. “Thanks for tonight, baby.” You leaned and planted a kiss on his cheek, he laughed “You missed my lips babe!” You started to laugh and grabbed his hand. “I’m so lucky to have you, Eiji.”

“Eiji, i cant find the keys.” You were looking for the keys of your shared apartment then Eiji chuckled and you turned to look at him. “Are you looking for these?~” You pouted and tried to reach for the keys “Thats sneaky!” He laughed and his other hand grabbed you by the waist, your chest collided with his and a lustful look clouded his face. Your breathing was starting to get heavier, he leaned towards you and closed the distance, the kiss was sweet at first but it turned to something steamy and rough. “Ei~” You moaned into his mouth and he opened the door “Jump, pebble~” you hopped and wrapped your legs around his waist. He was nipping at you earlobe while walking towards the bedroom. He gently placed you onto the bed and just when he was about to take of his black dress shirt, you stopped him. “Take a seat, Red Riot. Let me take care of you~” He sat onto the bed and separated his legs. You massaged his thighs and started to unbuckle his belt, when your hand brushed against his crotch, he hissed and it made you smirk. When you got rid off his pants, his erection was poking through his underwear. “Dont tease me pebble come on~” He moaned out and you started to stroke him with a slow pace, just when he was about to tell you to go faster, you took him into your mouth. His precum left a salty taste in your mouth, after circling the tip with your tounge, you started to bob your head with a steady pace. “Oh, Y/n...” He gave a pleased sigh then started to move his hips. His right hand started to massage your scalp and slowly gripped your h/c locks. “You are amazing, pebble~” Then his hips started to move faster and it made you gag around him. “Just like that, oh- Y/n, look at me.” Your teary eyes met his lustful ones and he growled “Beautiful, so beautiful...” It only got rougher, he was fucking your face in a merciless way. “I’m c-coming Y/n!” Your moans vibrated around his cock and with a powerful thrust he spilled everything in your mouth. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him what you did, waiting for his praise. He chuckled, his thumb started to stroke your puffy lips. “You did such a great job, baby girl~” Then he layed onto his back and you crawled towards him, You sat onto his semi-hard member and started to grind your hips. Your panties were soaked, after throwing your dress onto the floor you unhooked your bra and Eiji’s hands immediately found their way to your breasts. “You are so wet, pebble~” Your load moans were like music to his ears. “Ei~ please...” He pushed your panties to the side and started to draw some firm circles around your clit. “Ei, i want you...” He smirked and the tip of his member started to push into you “Ride me, baby girl.” You sinked down onto his member and his hips started to buck. You placed your hands onto his firm chest and started to bounce with a fast pace. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck-” Your eyes were closed shut, the only words that leaving your mouth were some curses. “You’re clenching down on me Y/n, fuck-” Eijiro started to thrust from below and your movements got faster and faster, it was unbearable you wanted to cum so bad. Eijiro’s fingers were drawing messy circles around your swollen bud. A weird feeling enveloped you but you paid no mind and continued to bounce on your lover. “S-something’s coming, Ei!” Eiji interwined his fingers with yours and moaned encouragin words “Its okay baby, c-come on~” Then everything turned white and you screamed “E-eijiro!”, your juices coated his member “H-holy fuck, you just squirted! So sexy~” Then he gave some sloppy thrusts and came inside of you, painting your walls with white strings of cum. Both of you panted and you collapsed on top of him, his arms wrapped around you and Eijiro kissed your temple. “I love you, pebble.” A soft smile crept its way onto your face and you replied “I love you too.”

“I dont wanna do it, im so scared!” You werent feeling so well and decided to call your friends, Mina and Jirou. You were having terrible stomach aches and you were always getting dizzy, you just thought that it wasnt important but Mina and Jirou said something that made your heart stop. “No, what is you’re pregnant?!” Mina replied. Even though you said you didn't need to take the pregnancy test, they were not convinced. “Y/n, we are concerned about your well being” Jirou took your hands in hers and gave you a soft smile, sighing you grabbed the test and walked towards the bathroom. Your hands were shaking, what if you were really pregnant? Well, you always wanted to build a family with Eijiro but you guys werent even married, he was already busy with hero work and working on wedding preparations only made things harder for him. You didnt wanted to him to get stressed over the baby, what if he didnt wanted to have kids? What if he leaves you? Tears started to well up in your eyes and you took a look at the pregnancy test and when you did, your heart stoppped beating. There were two pink lines, it was positive. Your legs gave up on you and loud sobs were bouncing on the walls, your friends heard you and rushed in. “Y/n are you okay?!” Mina shouted and they saw your shaking form. Jirou quickly embraced you and tried to whisper calming things “It’s okay Y/n, everything is gonna be okay...” Your nails started to dig into her shirt and tears soaked her shoulder. Mina crouched down and started to draw calming circles on your back, “It’s okay just cry and try to relax.” Your paranoia scared you even more, you didnt wanted Eiji to leave you, he was the love of your life, your tears continued to fall like little raindrops. “Wh-what if he leaves me, i love him s-so much...” Both of the girls stopped their movements and shared a sad look, Eijiro was a good guy, he would never leave someone behind, especially the love of his life... Jirou took a deep breath and patted your had “No, im sure he’s gonna get surprised but Eijiro is not a cruel guy, its the exact opposite.” Mina nodded and tried to cheer you up “Yeah! He loves you as much as you love him, dont stress yourself with these kind of thoughts, its not healthy for the baby!” Your sobs turned into quiet whimpers and sniffles. “Lets choose a movie and have some ice cream!” Mina suggested and Jirou nodded, a small smile appeared on your face and the girls sighed with relief “Y-yeah, lets do that.”

When the night came, the anxiety made its way to your stomach. Eijiro was still working and you were trying to think about a way tell him that you got pregnant. Then you heard the front door and started to take deep breaths. “Baby, im home!” Eijiro’s tired but happy voice broke your heart, he was working too hard. Then you felt muscular arms around your waist and a muscular chest pressed itself to your back. “I got a call from your agency, why didnt you go to work?” When you kept silent, Eijiro started to get worried and tightened his hold on you “Y/n?” Your body started to shake, you couldnt wait any longer, it was eating you up inside. “Ei-eijiro” He started to pepper your neck with kisses “Tell me what happened baby, you can tell me anything.” You took a shaky breath and managed to croak out a “I’m pregnant.” When he didnt give you an answer, panic started to well up inside of you and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the worst. “W-what, are you serious?” You nodded and waited, it was over. But instead, his arms squeezed you tighter and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. “I... love you so much Eijiro. If you want to leave, then-” He cut you off “No! We did this together and im staying with you until the end, i know that its too early for a kid, we are about to get married but that doesnt mean that im gonna give up on our child!” His words squeezed your heart and you hated yourself for questioning his love and loyalty. You turned around and faced him, when he eyed your shaking form his eyes softened and he pulled you in a sweet meaningful kiss. “I love you Y/n and only you.” Your arms wrapped around his neck and you took a whiff of his scent “Thank you for always being with me, Eijiro.” This was your fiancé, Kirishima Eijiro. The sweetest man on earth.

When the weekend came, Eijiro left the house to meet with the boys of the ‘bakusquad’. He was going to share with his friends that Y/n was pregnant, he was very excited but nervous at the same time. He knew that his friends would never judge him but this was something different, he was going to be a father. When he got to the bar, he saw his friends sitting at the usual table, drinking and chatting. “Hey guys, having fun without me?” Denki and Sero welcomed him with a wide grin while Bakugou acknowledged his best friend with a nod. Kirishima sat down and after having a glass of beer, he decided to bring the ‘important topic’ to the table. “So, uh... You guys know that Y/n and i are getting married soon.” Denki dramatically sighed “Man, dont rub it on our face like that, we know that we are lonely as hell~” Sero laughed and Bakugou rolled his eyes. Kirishima chuckled and started to scratch his neck “The thing is, uh...” Bakugou raised a brow and started to observe his best friend, why was he nervous? “Just spit it out, shitty hair.” Sero raised a brow and eyed his redheaded friend “You okay man? You guys didnt get in a fight, right?” Kirishima shook his head and sighed “No, its just... Y/n uh she-” With the mention of your name, Bakugou gave all of his attention to Kirishima. “Y/n is pregnant.” Kaminari choked on his drink and Sero’s brain was having a hard time with processing his friends words. Bakugou’s heart shattered to pieces, he knew that he had lost you completely when you said yes to Kirishima but hearing the fact that you were pregnant was wrecking him. Before he could even think, his mouth opened by itself and let out a “What the fuck?” Kirishima looked hurt and Kaminari interfered “Wow wow okay, we know that you are surprised bro we all are but that was kinda rude.” Sero patted Kirishima on the shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look “How are you guys handling the situation?” Kirishima licked his lips and sighed “Well we didnt expect something like this to happen but im gonna be there for her.” There was gentleness in his words and Sero smiled “She is lucky to have you, Kirishima.” Bakugou clenched his teeth, Sero was right. Kirishima had something that he didnt, gentleness. Denki smirked and tried to lighten up the mood “You guys are pretty active huh~?” With that, Kirishima’s face turned red just like his hair “K-kaminari!” Bakugou didnt wanted to think the things that you and Kiri were doing, he didnt wanted to imagine you laying in Eijiro’s arms. “A-aren’t you gonna say something, Bakubro?” Kirishima’s question caught him off guard and he saw the pleading look in Kiri’s eyes. He wanted to hear his opinion, Kiri always came to Bakugou for advice and this time it wasnt any different. “Didnt mean to sound rude. Congrats, weird hair.” Kirishima gave him a soft smile “Thanks bro.” Katsuki’s eyes softened, he couldnt stay mad at you or Kirishima, you guys were in love after all and it was going to happen sooner or later.

After that, you and Kirishima quickly got married, all of your friends attended to the wedding even Mr.Aizawa was there, you were so happy and Katsuki slowly accepted the fact that you were now his best friends wife.You were in the 4th month of your pregnancy and Eijiro forced you to take a break from hero work. The bump in your tummy was visible but you were still going on walks to stay healthy, Katsuki was visiting you and bringin you some stuff for the baby, you didnt asked for it and seeing him regularly was weird but you two managed to grow closer and closer. It was just like in high school, joking and laughing together... Even he was so busy with hero stuff, he was trying to pay you a visit. Kirishima was so happy that the love of his life and his best friend was getting along well just like it was used to be. It was a regular day for you as usual, waking up, going for a run then taking a quick shower, reading your favourite book and baking some delicious cookies for your husband and friends. After baking some delicious chocolate chip cookies, you devorated them on a plate and left them on the kitchen island for later. It was already 3:00 pm so you decided to watch a movie but the knock on your door stopped you. “Coming!” Eijirou, Bakugou and the girls were still at work so you wondered who decided to visit you this early, when you opened the door, you saw the hotheaded blond with grocery bags in his hands “Katsu?!” The nickname you used always had an effect on him. “What are you doing here, arent you supposed to be at work?!” He rolled his eyes and smirked “What, you arent gonna let me in?” He was always teasing you and you were always falling for it, he loved the expressions that you made. “N-no, ofc not Bakugou, i love your company!” You moved to the side and he took off his shoes, just when you were about to take the bags from his hands, he scoffed “Dont lift heavy things.” You smiled and nodded, “I made chocolate chip cookies, want some?” He rolled his eyes “Geez Y/n, you are consuming too much sugar.” You chuckled and ushered him to the kitchen. You made some tea and handed him a mug, the both of you sat with comfortable silence. “So Ground Zero, mind telling me why you wanted to pay a visit this early?” Hearing his hero name from you, made his heart flutter. “Just finished some paperwork and wanted to see how you’re doing.” Your cheeks grew warmer and you gave him a goofy smile “Awww, thank you Katsu!” He averted his eyes and tried to blush on his cheeks, these four months were so hard for him, you were right in front of him but it felt so far away. He wanted to tell how he felt and he was going to do it. “Y/n, we need to talk.” You took a sip from your mug and nodded “Sure Katsu, you can tell me anything.” He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Listen Y/n, this isnt something easy to talk about, do you remember the night we had, while we’re in college?” Your eyes widened and memories from your past started to cloud your mind “W-what are you trying to say, Katsuki?” He sighed and looked at you with sad eyes. “Y/n im in love with you. It’s been fuck- like what 11 years?” Your hands started to shake and your breath hitched in your throat, what were you hearing? Was it true, if it was that meant the feelings you had in high school was mutual. Tears started to well up in your eyes, why was he telling you this, you were carrying his best friend’s baby, you were in love with Eijiro. But what if you were carrying his child instead, what would happen then, would you be happy? “K-katsuki...” He shook his head and sighed “No, Y/n. You dont need to tell me anything, if i knew you had a crush on me sooner, things could have been different, i had goals and i didnt thought that you were feeling the same.” His voice cracked and his crimson eyes shined with tears. Your eyes met with his and you slowly stood up. Even if you were in love with Eijiro, Katsuki was your first love and there was a part of you that still loved him. Your shaky hands grabbed his and his eyes widened “I’m sorry for being a coward, Katsuki.” He clenched his teeth “No! If i told you how i felt-” You cut him off by wrapping your arms around his torso and the both of you quietly cried for the loss of the years. “Y/n, let me...” He tightened his hold on you and rested his forehead on yours, you nodded and closed your eyes. He slowly lovered his face and his soft lips met with yours. Katsuki Bakugou was your first love and this was his way of saying goodbye, he didnt wanted to suffer anymore, he didnt wanted to feel the pain in his heart whenever he saw you with Eijiro...

The last five months of your pregnancy flowed like water and in the end, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. Her name was Kaori and she looked just like you but her red ruby eyes was just like his fathers. After Kaori’s 1st birthday, you started working again and your mother was looking after your daughter. Kirishima was the sweetest dad ever, he was doing everything he could to help you and Katsuki was protective when it came to the little girl. Mina was always buying her a new Red Riot onesie and Jirou was always singing her the best lullabies.

After dropping Kaori at your mothers place, you started driving towards your agency and texted Eijiro that you were going to be busy. When you got to the agency they immediately called you for backup. There were a chaotic villain group and you left with some of the pros. The buildings were on fire and some of the pro’s were badly injured, you even saw some of your old friends. Then you heard a scream, it belonged to a little girl. Her sobs were so loud and it was coming from a burning building, before you could think of anything, your legs started to move towards the building. Your quirk was called ‘Telekinesis’ and it made you control objects and sometimes humans. “Help me, mommy!” Your heart shattered to pieces and you quickly activated your quirk, after moving the rubbles to the side you managed to spot the girl but she was at the 4th floor. You ran into the building and started to call for her “Hey, little girl where are you!” you continued to shout and run, then you heard it “Im here, please help!” You kicked the door open and saw the girl, sitting on the floor. Tears were flowing from her eyes and you crouched down “Im gonna take you out of here!” Then just when you were about to carry her, she started to laugh and it turned to a scary one. “Ahahahaha!” Your eyes widened and the girl transformed into a scary man, “W-what is this?!” it was a trap, he was a villain. “Bye bye, hero.” Everything happened so fast, you felt something sharp in your chest and tried to look at it. Then your legs started to tremble and you fell to the floor, blood was everywhere, it was yours. The villain managed to shot you in the chest. A warm feeling surrounded you and the people you love came into your mind. Kaori; your little girl, Katsuki your first love and friend, Mina, Jirou then Eijiro, the love of your life, the best husband ever, the reason of your happiness. “E-eiji...” Tears fell from your eyes and everything turned dark.

Eijiro was trying to reach you for hours, the last thing he got from you was a text message, saying you’ll be busy bc of work. He was getting worried because there was a dangerous case going on and he knew you went there for help. Just when he was about to ask for permission to leave, his phone started buzzing and he quickly answered “Hello?” a woman started to speak “Hello, is this Mr. Kirishima?” His heart started to beat faster, there was an uneasy feeling in his gut. “I’m calling you from the hospital, we wanted to inform you about Mrs.Kirishima’s condition.” With the mention of your name the world stopped spinning “W-what happened to my wife?!” The woman sighed and there was a long pause “Mr.Kirishima can you please come to the hospital?” He quickly hung up, he didnt know what to do. What if something happened to you, what was he supposed to do? The only person he could call was Bakugou, so he did that. Katsuki tried his best to calm Kirishima down and both males started to drive towards the hospital.

“Bakugou!” Katsuki turned towards the voice, it was Kirishima. His teeth were clenched and he was running towards the reception. Bakugou came to the hospital before Kirishima and tried to gather some information about you but the nurses were so stubborn they were waiting for Eijiro to come. “Where’s my wife, where is Y/n?!” He started to shout and Bakugou grabbed his arm. “Bakugou, where is Y/n?!” Bakugou shook his head “Calm down, Kirishima. I know that you are worried but you are not helping.” Katsuki tried to sound calm but his voice was shaking, he knew something was wrong. The nurses werent saying a thing, he wanted to see you, he wanted to wrap his arms around you and never let you go. Then the doctor arrived, he had a melancholic look on his face. “Mr.Kirishima?” Kirishima and Bakugou turned towards the voice and Kirishima shouted “I want to see my wife!” When the doctor kept silent Katsuki’s blood started to boil “Say something, damn it!” They both wanted to see you, they both wanted to kiss you, protect you. “Mrs,Kirishima got shot by a villain and lost a lot of blood.” Eijiro’s heart started to ache and the air left his lungs, Katsuki was in shock he didnt know what to think, his eyes were wide, trembling. “We tried everything we could, im sorry...” And with that Kirishima collapsed to the ground, his painful sobs were echoing throught the corridors “Y/n!” His body was trembling, the love of his life were gone... Katsuki’s hands found his hair and started to tug at the blond locks. Tears were falling from his eyes, he let out a painful scream and hated himself for not being there to protect you...

When the funeral come to and end, Katsuki wanted to see her grave for one more time, there were flowers in his hand. “Y/n...” It was like a whisper, after crying for so long, he couldnt find the energy to speak. His heart was shattered to pieces, everything felt empty, the world wasnt colorful anymore, everything felt either black or white. “I thought you'd be here.” When he heard his best friend’s voice, he turned to see a broken Eijiro. He tried to smile but it looked more like a grimace, both men stood in silence then Eijiro started to speak “I knew that you were in love with her.” Katsuki’s eyes widened and he couldnt meet Eijiro’s gaze. “How?” He managed to croak out. “You are my best friend, i know you more than anyone else.” Katsuki felt like dying, these three days were horrible, he lost the love of his life and now he was going to lose Eijiro’s friendship too but just when he was preparing himself for Eijiro’s harsh words, Eijiro pulled him into a hug. “I cant blame you for falling in love with her, she was amazing.” Katsuki started to tremble and hugged him back, he was harshly nodding. “She left us a piece of her, i cant love anyone else but im not gonna let Kaori suffer because she doesnt have a mother.” Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut and continued to nod. Both men cried together for the loss of their love, for the woman they fell for. After calming down a little Katsuki opened his mouth “We’re gonna take care of Kaori, we gonna make her the happiest girl in the world for Y/n.” Kirishima smiled at his friend’s promise and nodded “For Y/n.”

“Hey Y/n, i cant believe twelve years had passed. It’s like you were here yesterday, our daughter is a beautiful lady now, she is so energetic and full of positivity, just like us. Everyone misses you so much, especially me. When i wake up, i want to feel your warmth beside me, i want to see your beautiful face after a long day at work. Your clothes are still in our closet, i dont want your scent to go away, our pictures are still on the walls of our house. Kaori always looks at them and tells me how beautiful you are. She is right, you are the most beautiful woman in this whole existence. Kaori loves chocolate chip cookies, when i told her that they were your favourite she wanted to make them and now we are always baking cookies with uncle Katsuki and aunt Mina. Jirou also visits us regularly and sings her the most beautiful melodies. Kaminari and Sero always make stupid faces to make her laugh, Midoriya and Shoto bought her some presents, you should’ve seen her face! She loves all of our friends but she loves Katsuki the most, she always calls him ‘Uncle Suki’. Katsuki and i promised each other to pay you a visit regularly. We missed you Y/n, we missed you so much. God, i wasnt going to cry but i cant help it baby, without you there is always something empty but i promise you that no matter what happens, im going to make our daughter the happiest in the world, you are her hero and she wants to be strong, just like you.”

-From, Eijiro

After putting the letter at the side of your grave Kirishima smiled softly and looked at his right, Katsuki was standing with a small smile on his face, then Kaori broke the silence “See you soon mom, i love you!” They both ruffled her hair and Kaori linked his arms with his father’s “Dad, uncle! Lets make some chocolate chips cookies.” Katsuki smirked “Dont eat too much sugar, brat.” Kaori pouted but laughed. Your absence was painful but they were going to make good memories, for you...

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