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junggunz · 10 months

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──★ ˙ ̟ VINNY

Chest pressed against your back while his thighs straddled your waist, keeping you firmly in place, the leisurely paced thrusts Vinny gives you lets you feel every inch of his cock. Dating and intimacy never occupied much space in his mind prior to meeting you; it was only after the two of you got closer, he realized how touch starved he was. Feeling your skin on his felt like it was enough to send him over the edge sometimes. So inconscient in the realm of pleasure, all of his surroundings cease to exist to him. Not even the loud clattering of his cellphone as it vibrated against the hard surface of your nightstand.

Vinny’s hand tightly grips your neck as he ruts into you from behind, pulling you back onto his length while he remains draped over your body. Your toes curl from the depths he reaches inside of you, your head falling forward as you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your noises. With the ways your slick walls squeezed around him so tightly, it was obvious to the both of you that your orgasm was just on the horizon.

“Fuck, I wanna cum in you so bad.” Vinny whispers in your ear, gradually rolling his hips against yours faster while his fingertips press into the side of your throat. The mere sound of his voice has you clenching around him once again, your hands fisting the sheets beneath you. “You want it too, don’t you?” He questions mockingly before his posture straightens, the angle of his thrusts shifting ever so slightly and pressing into your sweet spot.

“Nng, yes— please—cum inside.” You sibilate, writhing beneath him; torn between wanting him to keep fucking you like that but also knowing that the ball of heat blossoming in the pit of your stomach was ridiculously close to bursting.

It doesn’t take long for Vinny’s pace to dramatically pick up as he feels your walls closing in on him, his hips smacking into the plush flesh of your ass and the sound of skin colliding with skin fills your bedroom. A bunch of garbled nonsense tumbles from your lips as you get closer and closer to your peak until you find yourself falling headfirst into your orgasm. With a few more toe curling and deep thrusts, your sensitive walls feel the warmth of Vinny’s seed spill inside of you.

──★ ˙ ̟JAY

Phone on silent, you had been giving Jay the cold shoulder all day after getting into a petty argument with him. You may have started it but it didn’t change the fact you were upset and wanted to be alone. However, when he shows up at your doorstep with your favorite snacks as a peace offering, you can’t help but let him in. To combat the awkward silence between the two of you, you had opted to put on a movie but of course…the atmosphere would change when an unexpected intimate scene dragged on for way longer than needed in the film.

Jay has always been someone of little words, so it doesn’t shock you in the least bit when he wastes no time, pulling you in for a heated lip lock that eventually escalates to him hauling you off to your bedroom. The intensity behind each kiss manages to convey the emotions that Jay couldn’t bring himself to put into words for you. That fervent energy seamlessly bleeds into your system, your nerves in a frenzy as his hands glide along your body.

“I don’t wanna kiss all night.” Jay murmurs softly against your lips when he reluctantly parts from you. Glancing up at him through your lashes, the demure expression on your face is so sweet, he’s almost convinced that you’re too shy to give in to desire but your body says otherwise; pulling him closer.

Clothes practically fly off, any semblance of restraint being stripped away with each garment that’s carelessly discarded on your bedroom floor. Jay’s cock twitches in his palm as he mounts you, taking in your current disheveled appearance that matches the current state of your sheets. The tip of his length nudges your entrance, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as he finally descends into the warmth of your body; his hands placed on either side of your head. He wants to close his eyes at the pleasurable sensation of your pussy greedily sucking him in, giving him no other option but to push into you. But his eyes are trained on the way your face contorts in the perfect mix of pleasure accented with just the faintest hint of pain.

The moment your face reads as nothing other than bliss, he knows to start moving. Jay’s pace starts off as steady and even, each thrust becoming deeper with the encouragement of your soft moans. If Jay hadn’t been so intently drinking in the sounds of your satisfaction, he would have missed the way you meekly whispered for him to go harder and faster. Thankful for his own attentiveness, he was more than happy to oblige to your request; his own greed to feel more of you was making it impossible to keep the mild pace.

“Too much?” Jay asks you between groans, his hips now relentlessly pounding away at you. Quite honestly, he doesn’t want to ease up on you, but with the way your moans had dissolved into just little whimpers and whines, he needed to make sure you were still feeling good.

“No, please keep going. I’m gonna cum—” You plead breathily, glossy eyes meeting his as your legs wrapped around his waist.

The way your walls pulse around his length as your climax approaches almost make him blow his load. And hearing the most vulgar words fall from your lips in a honeyed tone has his full balls tightening as they slap against your ass with every harsh thrusts he delivers into you but the notion of being able to feel you cumming around him is just enough to get him to hold back until you finish.

──★ ˙ ̟JOKER

“Ugh, fuck!” Joker growls into your skin, his teeth latching onto the flesh as he spills his seed inside of your gummy walls; the familiar sound of his phone ringing cutting his post-climax bliss short. This was the second load he had given you since the two of you had woken up late in the afternoon. More than satisfied with the session, you lift your hips off of him, but the moment you do so, his grip on your hips tightens and keeps you in place.

“Who said I was done?” He questions in a low voice, his breathing slightly uneven as it fans against your clavicle.

“We’ve been in bed so long— and Wooin is calling.” You mumble, confusion settling in your already muddled mind while you try to recover from the back to back orgasms Joker had coaxed out of you.

“So? I’m still so fucking hard. We’re not finished.” He tells you, tuning out the sound of his phone ringing and making you very aware of his cock throbbing against the walls of your sensitive pussy.

A small yelp of surprise falls from you when Joker tosses you on to your back, looming over you hungrily as he kneels between your spread thighs. With the ironclad grip he has on your hips, he easily lifts them off the bed, your weight shifting to rest on your shoulders as he aligns his length with your messy hole right before slipping back inside of you. Your walls rejoice at the feeling of having him inside you again, unable to contain your elation to have Joker continue to make you feel good.

From the start, he thrusts into you deep and hard; having no need for build up when the two of you were already so wound up. Erratic thrusts send your sensitivity into overdrive, shaky moans pouring from your throat and mix in with the sound of your bed frame knocking into the wall. Your eyes roll back into your skull as Joker pulls your hips toward him so you could meet each harsh snap of his hips. He presses into your sweet spot just right. As you keep squirming from the constant stimulation, Joker growls in annoyance; his already tight grip on you becoming even more firm.

“Stop moving around so much or you’re not cumming again.”

──★ ˙ ̟WOOIN

Perhaps you should have known this was coming when you made the conscious decision to ignore Wooin’s calls. But in your defense, your hands were a little busy at the moment and your mind was elsewhere.

When he shows up to your place to check on you, he’s less than pleased to find you wearing one of his shirts as you lay in bed selfishly pleasuring yourself. The only reason he called you was to see if you were down to fuck; but you had the nerve to blow him off for your fingers? He’s pissed and he makes it known when he stalks toward you, taking advantage of the fact your eyes were closed before moving quickly to yank your fingers out of you then flip you over so you were laying on your stomach.

“I’ve been trying to call you all day and this is what you’ve been doing?” He scoffs, giving your ass a harsh slap that makes you yelp. “And when did you steal my shirt?”

“I took it as collateral when I found out you’ve been hooking up with whatsherface. You could have just called her.” You groan in annoyance as you look over your shoulder at him with a small scowl.

“Aw, are you jealous, baby?” He coos mockingly as he’s already undressing; his cock already hard from watching the little show you put on. “I thought I told you it doesn’t mean anything getting head from other girls. Your pussy is way too good for me to wanna fuck anyone else.”

You roll your eyes in annoyance, questioning why you even bother putting up with Wooin but the moment he props you up on all fours and slides inside you, you remember why. The mean, relentless strokes he delivers have your cunt ardently squeezing around him, your mind going blank and your back folding into a deep arch so you could feel as much of his cock as you could. Ass high in the air while your cheek is pressed up against your mattress, you’re practically drooling from all the pleasure you feel. The bruising grip he keeps on your hips doesn’t even register in your mind as painful when he’s fucking you so thoroughly.

“Aren’t you going to thank me? You know your fingers are nowhere near as good as my dick.” Wooin says from behind you, the smirk on his face so evident in his tone; you didn’t even have to look at him to know he was wearing the most smug expression.

“Shut up.” You respond in a snappy tone, which provokes a small chuckle from Wooin. Sneaking one of his hands between your legs, his fingers spider their way to your clit and rubbing the sensitive bud in circles at the pace he knows you love. You bite back the shrill moan that tickles the back of your throat, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing how good you were feeling. The way your sopping pussy desperately slurped up his length was enough of an admission to how much pleasure he brought you.

“I’ll shut up after you make me cum.” He tells you in a dallying tone, eyes fixated on the way your ass rippled every time his hips snapped into you. A hum of contentment vibrates in the back of his throat when he notices you pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts. Being no stranger to your body and tendencies in the bedroom, Wooin knows he’s got you right where he wants you—dumb, fucked out, and desperate to cum. You could suppress your moans all you wanted, act like you couldn’t stand him, and swear that you were gonna block his number but your pussy creaming all over his dick would always give you away.

And besides, if you truly didn’t want him to stop by, you would have changed the pin code for your door long ago.

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natriae · 4 months

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Ushi gushi who u dated thru highschool and 2nd year college and he is getting hornier but all u guys have done so far is make out and hand job/fingering till u ask if he wants to go further and BOY does he and u see a side of him u never imagine 😍

HEHEH KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN

Ushijima Wakatoshi is no doubt the best boyfriend ever. He spoils you and always makes time for you. He would drop everything to go see you, but he's still wakatoshi. He has a hard time with social cues and displaying his emotions. You like to call yourself the 'Toshi master. Usually able to understand his affection and thoughts without him showing it.

He's remained the same since highschool. He stuck to the same routine with little differences in the past years. He'd wake up do his morning run, then go to class, practice, then shower and do his homework, and finally cuddle you to sleep in his dorm. Saturdays were specifically reserved for you. He tried to leave his comfort zone by taking you on dates, but you knew he perfered to stay in. You did too, so it was no issue for you to spend every Saturday with Wakatoshi at your house back in highschool. He found comfort getting groceries with you and helping you clean. He found comfort in really anything that took his mind off his family.

There was a lot of feelings that Wakatoshi missed out, but with therapy and you supporting him along the way he got better at understand what he was feeling. Being away from his mother definitely helped as well.

Even with all his amazing qualities there were sometimes you felt insecure in your relationship. Going to college was a much different territory for both of you. Students from all around Japan went to school with you guys. At Shiratorizawa no one really talked to 'Jima because they were scared of him but here you can't remember a game where some girl wasn't flirting with him. Or even listening to how far your friends have gotten with their boyfriends. It's not that you want to force 'toshi out of his comfort zone, but sometimes you think he doesn't like you..like that. Almost like it's out of obligation.

After date night he asks if you want it instead of getting in the mood. Almost like it's apart of his routine. You guys eat, come home, he kisses you a bit and fingers you till you cum, and then he washes his hands and kisses you goodnight. You want him to do it for his own pleasure.

"everything okay?" He asks once he finishes washing the dishes. He walks over to the small couch you sat on while in deep thought.

Looking up at him you smile at his cute face. Bring your arms up signaling you want a hug. Lifting you up he places you on his lap as he sits down. You legs draped over his as your wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. "I guess, I've just been thinking...'Jima you find me attractive, right?" Looking up you watch as he nods his head. His eyes srunching a little in thought. Your hand resting on his chest feels his heart begin to beat a little bit faster. " um, remember when Tendou had-um- remember in highschool when tendou was quite aroused and everyone made fun of him?"

"his boner?" Ushijima states unbothered.

Your face reddens at his outburst and you nod your head. "well why don't- you dont seem to get that when your with me, and I was worried that you dont feel that way about me, and I don't want you to be doing anything you find uncomfortable if you dont feel that way about me." While you ramble you start to feel a small poking at the side of your right butt cheek. "'Jima?"

His faces flushes a bit and his heart beats after as he brings his lips into his mouth. "I do feel that way about you." He says, not looking into your eyes.

Bringing your hand up to his cheek you move his head so the two of you can look at each other. "why don't you ever show it?" you pout.

"i don't want to make you uncomfortable." He tells you, face remaining unmoving. You watch as his pupils expand looking into your eyes. "Meditating usually helps it go away." He tells you like it was a serious issue. You giggle and move into kiss his lips.

"Do you still have those condoms Tendou gave you?"

His single nod is all you need to tell you that tonight you won't have to worry about Wakatoshi's attraction towards you.

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kookslastbutton · 8 months

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Too Late to Dream ༓ jjk (m) I ch. VII

✑ Summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

Pairing: economics professor!jungkook x fem!artist!reader

AU/Genre: angst, smut, fluff, marriage au, age gap, series

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6,656

Warnings: 8-year age gap, mentions of professor-student relationship (oc was a Masters student), cute date on the back of jk's car trunk, jk nervous, jk gives lots of gifts & flowers to oc, oc is obsessed with clearance chocolate, auntie oc and uncle kook take care of yoongi's twins, jk & oc become guinea pigs for yoongi's kids lmao, mention of dentist!yoongi, jk's mommy issues get mentioned, jk has personal daddy issues but he working through them, jk being good hubby to oc, just a rollercoaster of emotions ngl

Now Playing: Make It Right, Tryna Be, Infinity, It Will Rain, Heaven+

A/N: Hello! thanks for being patient with me guys!! Important: the flashback for this chapter follows events of chapter V and will refer to it. And yes it's thier first date! Kind of 👀👀 that will be for you to decide. Then we have present day jk and oc being guinea pigs for Yoongi's crazy twins hehehe. Ok pls, enjoy 💞

<< ch. VI ༓ ch. VIII >> ┃series masterlist

You know how some couples have multiple weddings that lead to disagreements over their real anniversary date? Or maybe it’ll be when the relationship was made official or what the first sign of attraction was? Yeah, that’s you and Jungkook when it comes to pinpointing exactly when your first date was.

If you ask your husband, he’ll tell you it was weeks after you were discharged from the hospital during your postgrad studies. But in your opinion, it was far before his timeframe.

You see due to a group of overly eager college freshmen, you had sprained your ankle and cracked a rib. Jungkook stayed with you the entire first two weeks of the recovery period. He'd bring study notes to you, your favorite food, hell even art supplies he bummed off Taehyung to help break up your mundane days in the hospital.

When the time finally came that you were well enough to finish the healing process at home, he suggested a dinner out would be an excellent way to celebrate.

"...do you wanna go out to dinner?" Jungkook pops the question more causal than expected.

"Are you asking me on a date…?"

His reply is barely audible but you hear it and for the first time, your professor sounds truly timid. "Uh, well…let's go with hang out like friends do."

You’re convinced that this was the first time he asked you out, thus leading to your first date. Your husband, however, thinks it was too vague to tell. He prefers to see it as more a pre-date instead.

So, was it a date?

Was it an unspoken pre-date?

The jury’s still out about this one.

4 years ago

It’s a gorgeous day with the way the sun beams on the hood of his car. A few scattered clouds, fluffy and white, float across the sky as well, offering shelter from the heat. You were discharged from the hospital only yesterday and Jungkook was already insistent on going out today, saying that a little fresh air and a change of scenery would be good for you.

“Where are we going?” You turn your head from the passenger window to look at the man inquisitively. It’s a simple question but the tension of the unknown nibbles at you from inside.

“One of my favorite spots,” Jungkook replies with his eyes set on the road. “Hope you don’t mind the drive. It’ll be another fifteen minutes.”

“It's fine. Why can’t I know where we’re going though?”

He hesitates to answer. “Do you not like surprises?”

You shrug. “Sure I do, as long as I know about them ahead of time.”

A hearty laugh follows your words and it sends one of the warmest feelings through your whole body. You didn't think you were being funny, but after being stuck in the hospital for two weeks, it's nice to feel something other than dismal. Jungkook is good at lifting your spirits at the most unexpected of times, you hum to yourself.

He looks handsome today too.

You can’t stop yourself from thinking about it as you watch a few strands of his dark hair blow over. He has his window cracked to let in a gentle breeze and though it causes him trouble here and there, he remains mostly unbothered.

The oversized white T-shirt he chose to wear is something you're still taking time to adjust to. Much more casual compared to what he wears during his lectures. But you like it with the loose-fitting pants he's paired it with.

"If it's necessary for you to know where we're going then I guess I have no choice." Jungkook looks in your direction but your gaze lingers down his torso. "__."

"Yes?" You immediately blink up at him, hoping you don’t look too flushed. Once he directs his attention back to the road you'll make sure to check yourself in the side-view mirror. Using your phone camera might look a little too obvious.

"I was saying if you need to know where we're going I'll tell you," he repeats. "But if it's possible I'd really like for it to be a secret until we get there."

"Alright," you concede. "I guess I could stand the wait this one time. This is your only freebie though. No more surprises after this."

"No more checking me out," he mutters.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Can I open my eyes yet?"

"No." Jungkook opens his door and hops out of the car. "I'll be right back."

"Wait where are you going?" You know he wants whatever this is to be a surprise but you've been told to keep your eyes shut for the last five minutes. You're a little nervous to say the least, especially if he's about to disappear somewhere. "Jungkook?"

No response.

"Hello? Jungkook?" You're tempted to open your eyes when you hear the trunk of his car suddenly pop open. Several rustling noises follow as he digs around. "What are you doing back there?"

"You'll see soon. I'm almost done so just sit tight for a moment." He unzips a bag and then pushes said bag around the floorboard. The sound of something crashing on the ground perks up your ears in the moments following, earning a tiny 'shit' from Jungkook.

"Everything alright?" You're seriously getting antsy now.

When Jungkook swings your door open, a cool breeze hits your legs. "All good __. But now, I'm going to need you to trust me because I'm going to help you out of the car."

What?

"Um, I do have crutches I can use you know. You don't have to carry me anywhere like before. Dr. Kim said I should–"

"You won't need them this time. We're not going far okay?" He ducks his head inside and guides your arms around his neck. "Can you scoot forward a little?"

You do as he says until he tells you to stop. And with one arm supporting your lower back and the other firm under your legs, you're lifted out of your seat.

"Okay." The ground underneath his feet crunches as he straightens himself back up and out of the vehicle. "Now you can open your eyes."

As soon as you do your jaw drops.

"Surprise!"

Jungkook watches your stunned face as you take in all of Seoul from your perched position.

"I hope you don't mind that I didn't take us to a traditional restaurant. This is an overlook I happened to stumble on years ago when I first moved here. Not many people know about it because it's kind of off the beaten track but I get a bit adventurous sometimes."

He carries you around to the back of the car.

"Since you're still recovering I won't make us sit on the ground but I brought food that we can eat in the back of my trunk. There's a pillow there you can lean against too. And I made sure to park at an angle so we can watch the sunset."

"Wow...Jungkook I don't know what to say."

"It's cheesy isn't it?" His previously eager tone drops and you can't help but feel a pulling at your heartstrings. "I'm sorry if this isn't your thing. I probably should have asked."

"I love cheesy." You crack a small smile and Jungkook breaks out into a grin again, causing both of you have butterflies in your stomachs. "You're very thoughtful for doing this. I'm sorry about my initial reaction. I'm just shocked."

"Well, we're friends now, aren't we? You should get used to this kind of stuff from now on." He walks up to the trunk and carefully sets you down. "Here, lean back." He fluffs the pillow and then gestures for you to lay back.

Once you're comfortable, he hops in next to you and grabs the baby blue gift bag from the corner of the trunk. You don't know how you missed it before given its size and very decorative packaging.

"Before I give you this to you please know that I don't expect anything back okay?" His hands are shaky as he holds the bag on his lap. "This is just something I wanted to give you after your injury and having to be in the hospital for so long."

You nod your head in understanding but are not fully convinced. "And you're giving this to me as a friend, yes?" You take the bag from him and slowly open it.

"Mhm."

You narrow your eyes at him before reaching into the bag. You take out a very large, sturdy box. "God, Jungkook. This is so heavy. What's in here?" You tear apart the wrapping paper and open the smooth lid. "Oh my god, you didn't?!"

They're chocolates from the dessert shop you told him about last Sunday night. You had mentioned it in passing because you were craving sweets but not in the slightest did you think he'd take it to heart. The shop was at least an hour's drive away.

"Don't worry." He sees the pressure creeping on your face. "I was going that direction anyway. But I saw it on my way back and was reminded that you were craving it the other night. Uhm, there's also a coupon in there too. They included that in the purchase."

"Jungkook....you really didn't need to do any of this for me." You grab the small card laying at the bottom of the bag that reads 20% off. "Thank you so much."

"Oh, I almost forgot!" You're taken aback when he jumps off the trunk to scurry to the backseat. He returns in mere seconds with a generous bouquet of pink and purple hydrangeas. "These are for you too."

You shriek and grab them out of his hand, feeling a little giddy. Hydrangeas are your absolute favorites. "Sorry, that was really rude of me. These are so beautiful, though. Thank you. I don't know what to say."

Jungkook sits back down and pulls forward a freezer bag. "Seeing you this excited is enough. I brought us a lot of food too so, we should probably eat it before it starts going bad. This bag can only do so much preserving." He digs out box after box of yummy food from fresh strawberries to sushi. There are drinks too; banana milk and soju.

Your stomach growls as you watch him set the food between you both.

"Well, don't be shy." He hands you a plate with chopsticks. "Dig in."

"You look very pretty in that blouse..." He stabs his straw into his milk and takes a large sip. "The color really suits you."

"Oh, thank you." You manage the words once you swallow the strawberry you're eating. "Yours too."

Jungkook combs through his hair with his fingers. "Thanks, this t-shirt really brings out my eyes don't you think?" You laugh and shove his shoulder lightly.

"Stop, I'm being serious. I don't see you in this type of style often. It looks good."

He gives a playful shake of his head. "Where did you get that shirt anyway?" He gestures at your top again.

"At a store," you reply dumbly. "It was on sale. Gotta love a good deal right?"

"Yeah, absolutely. Never pay full price."

"That's exactly what I try telling my roommate. She only buys the best of the best but I think she could get the same thing 50% off if she waited long enough."

"You know Taehyung's the same way. Nothing but luxury from head to toe. I'm surprised he paints in a basic t-shirt and jeans some days."

You chuckle, feeling the air light and fresh. "Painting gets messy so it's better you not wear your best and brightest clothes. Sometimes I'll just wear a giant t-shirt that already has paint stains and nothing el–"

Shit.

You cringe at how quickly you can run your mouth. Jungkook doesn't need to know your painting attire evident from his sudden frozen up form.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't worry about it."

"I'm embarrassed."

"Don't be. I've heard worse." Jungkook clears his throat and looks out to the view in front of you. "This really is a beautiful spot is it not?"

Thank you for the deflection, you silently say to him.

"Yes, it's the best view I've seen in my life. I can't believe you found this place. It's like seeing everything for the first time again."

"__."

"Hm?"

"Is it weird that I–" He stops mid-sentence, hands rubbing his thigh. "Is it weird that I brought you here?"

"Of c–"

"No wait, wait that's not what I wanted to ask." He runs his fingers through his hair again, doing his best to keep eye contact. "What would you say if someone were to ask you out?"

You relax into a tight-lipped smile and quirk your head to a slight angle. "I'd probably say no because I'm on a date with you right now."

At this Jungkook's milk slips from his hand, spilling on his pants. You grab some napkins next to you and help him wipe the spillage off.

"We're on a date?" He stands the milk upright. "This is a date?"

"Yes, it very obviously is. I don't wear this top for just anyone you know." You close your mouth instantly and sit up straight. "You weren't meant to hear the last part."

"Wait, go back. I thought this was us hanging out. Remember? At the hospital, I said–"

"C'mon the flowers, the specialty chocolates, taking me to one of your secret hideouts. Not to mention packing all this food to share. It is most definitely a date. Do you not want it to be?"

"No! I mean of course, yes. But I would have dressed a lot better." He looks down at himself, embarrassed. "I just threw these on before I left the house."

"And what else would you have worn? I see you in dress shirts and slacks twice a week at the school, if not more."

"Oh, I guess you have a point." He lets out a sigh. "To be honest __. We don't have the most proper relationship for that kind of thing, do we? It's annoying that I keep saying it but I am still your professor until the end of this semester at least. Us dating would be kind of a breach of contract."

"So you won't call this a date because you think it's forbidden?" You cross your arms.

"Well not entirely. It's just...I'm scared. There it is. And if we plan to do any sneaking around business I need to know you...shit, this is going to sound so middle school of me...I need to know you're interested in me __."

"For fucksake Jungkook, I wouldn't have agreed to come if I wasn't interested." You move closer to his side so you're inches from his face. "You're the kindest person I've ever known and I'd like to know you more like you've been doing for me the past two weeks. You've gone out of your way so many times for me that I seriously can't keep up. And while I can't say that I'm in love with you since it's much too soon, I've become very attracted to you. It just sucks we're in a bit of an odd position with school and all. But we can make this work. I'm also in post-grad so I don't think we're doing anything that risky."

"What about Taehyung?"

"That's all you got out of what I just said?"

"Sorry, I'm just asking because you seemed into him at the art exhibit. You're both artistic after all." He fiddles with his fingers. "I'm just the guy who you got stuck with this year because you couldn't major in art."

You feel compelled to take one of his restless hands in your own, so you do–holding it loosely.

"Kim Taehyung was simply a visual interest," you say. "I never thought about anything serious with him. He's also faculty so unless he saves my life or something, I'm not really considering anything beyond a friendly report."

A moment of silence is exchanged as Jungkook lets your response sink in. And as long as your eyes aren't fooling you, you'd say he's more than pleased with it.

"So...you really wanna do this?" Jungkook asks with more anticipation than nervousness this time.

"Yes." You nod.

"Wow, okay um, well when do you want to go out?" He kicks his feet back and forth. And when he reflexively squeezes your hand you can't help but grin at his eagerness. "I'm free every weekend if that works for you."

"We should probably get to the end of this date first Dr. Jeon."

"Nooo, I like Jungkook. Can we stay with Jungkook when it's just you and me? Also, this isn't a date. We need a do-over."

You laugh, seeing a new side of him. He's more, hm, whiny than you thought–it's cute.

"Jungkook, we don't need a do-over. This can be a date if we want it to be. It's got all the elements already. Look." You lift his hand in yours. "We're already holding hands.

"Nope. When are you free?"

"How about this coming Friday after 4pm? Is that too far out?"

He shakes his head fervently. "It works perfectly for me. Let's do 4:01pm." Your baffled expression causes his own eyebrows to knit together. "What? You can't do 4:01?"

"I–yeah sure I can but I didn't expect you to suggest a time so soon."

"Well, you said you'd be free after 4pm right?"

You nod.

"Then it's a date!"

He smiles wide and you do the same.

Present

"Kook, grab us a cart. You won't believe what's on sale!" You stuff about five gold-foiled boxes under your arm. The yellow tag next to the price says 75% off which means you are for sure buying at least ten of these.

It's times like these that your husband enjoys watching you most. You can barely reach the self where the clearance chocolate is, nevertheless, you're on your tip-toes with arms fully extended above your head to grab at every box of sweets you can.

His inner hero wants to help but he's learned early on not to get in the middle of you and your favorite snack. It's better he listens to your request to get a cart instead.

"Don't hurt yourself in the five minutes I'm gone okay honey?"

"Mhm," you mumble, not really paying attention. "Kook this chocolate has caramel and orange inside. Oh my god, look." You show him a box of chocolates with cherry filling. "These are to die for. I need like six of these."

"Here give me some of those." Jungkook takes the boxes of chocolates from your arm when he sees them slipping from your hold. "I'll put these in a cart while you keep digging. But if someone else comes along, let them have at least one this time."

He knows how much of a little hog you can get with your candy.

"Are you kidding? Finders keepers." You reach for another box, the ones in the back are always the best.

"__."

"What? I'm doing all the hard work here which means I get to keep all the chocolate."

"Fine, fine. Be sure to check the expiration date too." Jungkook turns around to stalk toward the front of the store. If he doesn't get his butt to a cart soon, his wife is going to turn into a grizzly bear.

A very cute grizzly bear.

But a grizzly bear nonetheless.

"Did we really need thirty boxes of these?" Jungkook dumps the grocery bags on your kitchen counter. "I love you but this is insane. Who's going to eat all of this chocolate?"

"Well, I was planning on sending the twins home with some." You rummage through the bag then move to stack them in the pantry. "They'll be here in an hour so it can be a surprise from us."

"Yoongi's twins? You're going to send the two children whose father is a dentist a whopping bag of chocolate?" Jungkook hands you another box to put in the pantry. The little assembly line works well when putting groceries away.

"I'm only giving them one box okay? So Yoongi can shove it."

You hear a snickering behind you.

"Honey don't push the man who could likely yank all your teeth out of your head and end with, 'will that be all?'"

You roll your eyes. "Yoongi doesn't scare me like he scares you. But if you're so worried I will get his permission ahead of time."

Jungkook's mouth opens in response until he feels a slight vibration in his pant pocket. When he takes it out to check his initial good mood drops about ten degrees.

"Kook?" You watch as he reads whatever it is on his phone.

"Nothing." He switches off the device and places it face-down on the counter. "It's just dad."

"Something about your mom I'm presuming?"

Being Saturday, it's been a few days since Jungkook had his fallout with his mother. They were originally planning to stay in town until Friday but left Thursday morning instead due to Mrs. Jeon feeling "unwanted".

Your husband's been in close contact with his father ever since.

"Yeah," Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh. "She's journaling again apparently. It's what she does to cope with frustrations like me."

"I'm sorry Kook." You rub his arm soothingly. "Maybe she needs some time to think about everything that's happened. I know you want her to talk to you but maybe it's not all bad that she's jotting things down first."

"Yeah, maybe." He takes your hand and presses a light kiss against the back of your knuckles. "It's whatever though, Mom can have her fit. I'm not going to let her ruin one of the only free days I get with my wife."

You smile and quickly peck his soft lips–something Jungkook wishes would be longer.

"Love you," you say and return to your original task of putting groceries away.

"Listen to me you two gremlins," Yoongi says on a bent knee. "Eomma and I will be back by 8pm. Until then your uncle Jungkook and Aunt __ are in charge. You know the rules, no jumping around on the sofas, don't into Aunt __'s paints, stay out of Uncle Jungkook's office, and under no condition are you to get into sweets."

He flicks his eyes to you for a brief moment then sets them back on the two seven-year-old girls in front of him. They look adorable with their matching space buns.

"But Appa–"

"No Eun-ji."

"Can't I just have one? Pleaseee?" She stares up at Yoongi with large eyes, hands clasped together. His second daughter Ari quickly does the same.

"We promise we'll brush our teeth right after."

Yoongi's face remains unmoved at his twin's relentless need for chocolate. Sure, he may be the one more likely to cave to requests when it comes between him and his wife but sweets were definitely off the table. His girls just got their teeth cleaned a couple days ago too, cavity-free, and he intends to keep it that way.

"Did you even bring your toothbrushes?" He knows for a fact they did not being that they weren't staying the night.

The twins exchange looks before breaking into a goofy grin. Mrs. Min leans down next to her husband at the moment and draws her girls into a hug.

"Appa and I will bring you back something better than chocolate tonight, okay?" She kisses her daughter's cheeks and then stands up. "Be good."

"K..." The twins let out a small huff then turn to set their backpacks on the living room couch.

"Hey," Yoongi calls after them. "Where's my hug?"

You let out a snort when you see Eun-ji face her dad again, tongue sticking out. Her sister gives a similar attitude with her hands on her hips and scrunched-up face. These girls might be in elementary school now but boy, those teenage years are sure to be rocking.

"Turn." You hear Ari from across the living room. She's standing on the sofa with her small hands holding a chunk of your husband's hair.

"Like this?"

"No the other side."

With his legs crossed on the floor, Jungkook shifts his head toward your direction with widened eyes. At this point, most of his hair has been pulled back into tight braids and finished off with yellow and pink hair clips. The only section left to do now was the underside.

"How do I look?" he asks you.

"Oh, you look breathtaking honey." You feel a soft makeup brush swipe across your cheek, courtesy of Eun-ji who's decided you needed a 'makeover'. You're not sure if that means a seven year old cramped on your style or what, but either way, you're getting bronze cheeks and glittery eyeshadow.

It's only been half an hour and the twins were already making you and your husband do their utmost bidding.

"Ari honey," you coo. "You should become a hairstylist when you grow up. You're doing such a good job with Uncle Jungkook's hair."

"I know," she sasses. "I'm good at this stuff Auntie. Everyone says that I am the queen of doing hair."

You and Jungkook giggle from the small child's gumption. It's good she's confident, you mouth to your husband.

He nods back. "Eun-ji's doing a great job too. You should see the glitter she's chosen for you."

"Not yet Uncle Jungkook," Eun-ji pipes up. "She can't look yet. It's a surprise!"

"Ah okay." He throws you playful eyes, eyebrows bouncing up and down suggestively. "A surprise huh?"

You flutter your eyes closed when you see Eun-ji dab her palette and reach forward to paint the eyeshadow over your lids. "Yup." she nods her head. "I'm giving Auntie the best color ever."

"Wow I can't wait to see honey," you say. "This wouldn't happen to be your favorite color would it?"

The tease in your tone makes Eun-ji grin. Of course, you can't see it but Jungkook can and it causes him to break out into a boisterous chuckle.

"You're so cute Eun-ji," he says, clapping his hands together.

"What about me?" It's Ari's sassiness making a comeback as she pushes the final yellow clip into Jungkook's hair.

"You're cute too Ari." You reassure the child and open your lids once Eun-ji gives you the okay. Not a second following that you're thrusted forward a hand-held mirror.

"What do you think?"

You glance at yourself in the reflection, blush blue eyeshadow that covers up to your eyebrows and bronze blush. You have ruby red lipstick on as well, Eun-ji's personal favorite.

"I love it, sweetheart. Thank you so much."

"You're welcome." She gathers all the makeup containers and tools she can fit in her hands before making her way to your husband. "You're turn Jungkook."

"Okay, but can I pick what color this time?" Your husband smiles at the child with mirthful eyes.

"No." She sets the make-up in front of him and pops open a bright, Barbie pink lipstick.

"Anti-ti-ti-ti fragile, fragile!"

You watch from the kitchen as the twins jump around in the living room. After your makeover, the girls felt like a karaoke session was in order. They convinced Jungkook to join them so there he is with a microphone in his hand, belting the lyric of 'Antifragile' by LE SSERAFIM.

"Come on __!" Ari calls to you, breath heavy from all the rambunctious dancing. "Sing with us!"

You laugh and whisk the bowl of flour and sugar in front of you. "No you guys keep going. I'm a little busy at the moment."

"Doing what?" She runs up to the kitchen island where you stand, trying to peek inside the bowl.

"I'm making cookies."

"Really?" She rushes to the other side of the island to pull out the stool from underneath. Once she settles herself in the chair she looks at you with eagerness. "Can we eat them?"

"Hmm..." You pretend to think. "Didn't your dad tell you no?"

"Yeah, but you always give us sweets. Even if he says we can't have them."

The child has a point.

"How about this, if you help me make these you can eat them. But you can't tell your dad okay?" Ari nods. "Good, you can stir this for me while I crack some eggs."

"Just what are you doing?" You jump when Jungkook walks up behind you. "You wouldn't be giving these sweet girls something their parents told them they could have, would you?"

"Dad will be really mad if he finds out," Eun-ji joins in on the scolding. She turns down the music from the tv and folds her arms.

"Well I–"

"If you're going behind Yoongi hyung's back you're going to need some help, honey." Jungkook slides one of the kitchen draws open and reaches to take out a small plastic bag. He throws out two brand new kid-size toothbrushes, orange and blue. "Had a feeling we'd need these tonight after seeing you stock up on all that chocolate today."

"Now girls..." He turns to look at Ari and Eun-ji who seem to be busy mixing the bowl of flour and sugar together. "Hey girls."

They lift their heads.

"Make sure to brush twice before your dad gets back. This stays our little secret, understand?"

"Okay," they say in unison.

"Thank you Kook." You lean your head against your husband's firm chest, resting for a moment. This whole situation is kind of funny if you think about it. But you really hope you don't get beef from Yoongi later.

"Anything for you," Jungkook quips and kisses your head gently.

"Ew..." You hear Ari say.

"No it's not," Eun-ji bites back. "It's romantic, like the movies."

Ari scrunches her face at her sister. "No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"Nope."

You and Jungkook wait for the two of them to simmer down but they keep going at it. Yes, no, yes, no...back and forth until one of them scoops up a handful of the flour in the bowl and tosses it at the other.

"Uh okay, no more! No more." You and Jungkook lunge forward to sweep the bowl out of their reach.

"How about you let Auntie and Uncle finish making the cookies and you two go back to karaoke?" Jungkook successfully persuades the twins and they run back into the living room in search of the next biggest hit to jam to.

You lock eyes with Jungkook now, wordless.

"Hm?" He hums at you.

"Mm." You shrug your shoulders and move towards the fridge but not before you're flicked with some of the flour yourself–your husband's hand powdery from the mixture. "Kook!"

You wipe your face, and light laughs fall from both your lips.

"Okay girls, get brushing!" Jungkook guides the twins to the bathroom. "Your parents are going to be home in fifteen minutes and that means these teeth need to smell like nothing my fresh mint." He squeezes the toothpaste on each girl's brush.

"Bursh, brush, brush," he chants and you shake your head as you wash the cookie sheet in the kitchen sink.

The twins have eaten about three cookies each and with chocolate stains all over their faces, they're going to need more than a 2-minute teeth brushing.

"Honey, I'm cracking the windows open and lighting my candles." Jungkook rushes around the house in search of his vanilla bean scents.

"I don't think that's going to take away the smell in such a short time. We should probably just take the beating Kook," you holler back.

"Oh, we're definitely getting dragged out tonight." He yanks the candle jars open and lights them. "The smell of freshly baked cookies is still too strong to hide but I'm hoping these candles will act as a distraction."

You hit your husband with the kitchen towel, the snap of it making him throw you a startled look. "Shit–do you not see the lighter in my hand?"

You roll your eyes. "Relax drama queen, you didn't have it ignited yet. Anyway, the candles aren't necessary if we're opening all the windows."

"It'll help though."

"Not really."

"Well, I think they will."

Jungkook goes back to lighting his candles and once he has the twentieth one lit, he's thoroughly pleased with himself.

As soon as the twins finish cleaning themselves up, they help scatters them throughout the house, leaving them in as many corners with surfaces as possible.

"Okay, that's it! That's the last one." Jungkook high-fives the twins and you toss the last dish in the drying rack.

"Good job team." You laugh and join them in the living room.

Eun-ji plops herself on the sofa with her backpack in her lap. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

Ari joins her on the couch with her own backpack in hand. "Me too." She pauses and then says something that you and Jungkook were very much underprepared for.

"You would make good mom and dads."

"You think so?" Jungkook shocks you by responding first.

Ari nods. "If you had kids, we could all play together. And we can have all the cookies we want because we'll be best friends. And best friends share everything!"

"So you want Auntie and I to have kids so you can keep hiding cookies from your dad?" Jungkook lunges forward to tickle the child mercilessly. "You little cookie monster!"

Ari rolls around on the couch, giggling repeatedly. You can't help but feel the thumping of your heart as you watch the scene unfold. And for the slightest moment, you imagine what it would be like with your own child.

All those thoughts are put to an abrupt end however when the doorbell rings.

Jungkook flies to the door to let Yoongi and his wife in. He flashes you a little smile before opening it, ensuring you that whatever happens he's got your back.

"Were you guys baking in here?" Are Yoongi's first words as he and the Mrs step inside the entryway of your house.

"Um, no? No, I don't think so." Jungkook feigns ignorance. "It must be coming from our neighbor's house."

With the twins home with their parents, you and Jungkook curl up together in your bed. You nuzzle your head in his inner shoulder and his arm holds around your waist.

"Those girls are a lot," Jungkook says. "But you know, I have to agree with them this time–it was kinda fun."

"Yeah?" You aimlessly trace circles on his chest.

"Still crazy, but yeah. I felt like I had a lot of good energy inside me tonight. And you know something else?" He looks down at you.

"What?"

"We'd make pretty damn good parents."

You bolt up from your reclined position the second the words drop.

"You can't keep doing this to me Jungkook," you say, your hands gripping the soft comforter. This isn't the first time he's teased you with having a baby and every time he does, you don't know what to take it as.

Is it a joke, is he serious, or just talking?

"You know how I feel and–"

"Hey." Your husband leans up to stroke your back with warm hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey. I don't mean to confuse you. I really am thinking about it you know? With everything that's been going on with my parents lately, I know I've been hard to pin down but I really am serious when I say we'd make good parents. Or when I say we might have a possible baby to make one day."

"Might. Could make. Maybe." You stare straight at your husband. "I know you're warming up the idea but you're still talking in such vague terms. I'm not at all trying to rush us to decide on a baby or not. But I just don't want to get a false sense of hope...that you'll say yes."

"Come here." He draws you into an embrace and kisses your cheeks, both of them. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I admit the first few times I was more loose with what I was saying than I should have been. But I swear I, it was never my intention to be leaving you guessing. I'm so sorry."

"I just want to know what you really think Kook. So I can be sure where you're at through this whole thing. The last few days have thrown a wrench at us with all the stuff your mom's been doing. But I'd still like to be in the loop of things."

"Yes, of course. I'm going to tell you everything right now okay?" Jungkook takes a breath. "I want to give you a baby so bad and I think I'm 70 percent there. But I'm also 60% not there because I'm terribly scared that once it happens, once we have a baby...that I'll revert back to my original mindset of not wanting one."

"Kook–"

"Hold on a second."

You close your mouth and allow him to continue.

"I've already started seeing and feeling being around kids differently than before. So much so that I think we could be happy if we started a family together because I'm so happy when I'm with you. And if there's anyone I could do that with, it'd be you and only you. So yes, I want us to have a baby, as many as you want, but I want to be 100% there first."

"Okay, that's fair. I'm not going to lie that I don't feel a little out of body from what you just said. Just to clarify, you're saying yes to how many babies?" You shine your eyes at him. "You said you want to give me as many babies as I want right? How many would that be?"

"My limit is yet to be determined." He grins at you. "It seems I might need to repeat some things if all you got out of what I just said is that I'll give you as many babies as you want."

"No, actually." You grip his hand. "I heard what you said and thank you. I feel a lot better knowing your thought process through this whole thing. We both need to be 100 % in before deciding on this next step in our lives. And about you being worried that you'll revert back to not wanting children. I'm no expert but I don't think that'll be true given your recent exposure with kids has made you feel better than worse. You said it yourself–you had a lot of good energy inside you tonight."

"True. You make an excellent point there. I think I still need some more time though. I was even thinking that maybe I'll....talk to Hoseok about this."

"I'm glad to hear that Kook. Hoseok is an amazing man and I know talking to him about all this will be nothing but beneficial for you."

"Thank you for being patient with me." Jungkook pulls you both down on the mattress, closing his eyes when his head hits the pillow.

"Same to you." You snuggle back into his chest. "I really hope we can have a family together."

"Me too," you hear him mumble before you close your own eyes.

A/N: Yup I told you this would be a long one. Ty for sticking with me! Also, what do you think? Was it a first date or not? LMK your thoughts 🥰

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Hiii! I just found your Pretending to Flirt Online hc's and they were so perfect. I read it all like 6 times in a row heheh. I see that requests are open but I couldn't find any rules so I hope I don't offend you with any of this! Can you do a the same Flirting Online thing with Riddle, Jade, Leona, Malleus, and Jamil? If that's too much, you can just do however many you are comfortable with. Thank you!! 😊 💞💞

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒈𝒖𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 .𝟎𝟐

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Note: Anon!! Your making me blush! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) (AHHH-) Thank you so much for liking my writing so much, that you even read it six times over and over again (´꒳`)♡ <3.

Characters: Riddle, Jade, Leona, Malleus, & Jamil Dictionary: Rosa/ means 'Rose' in Italian, "提督" [Teitoku] means 'Admiral' in Japanese, "ジュエル" [Jueru] means 'Jewel' in Japanese.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Riddle seems like the type of person to try and distract you when he's jealous. Causally mentioning the most random stuff that comes up in his mind.

This whole idea will be slightly tampered with since you are the main cause of this feeling.

He desperately tries to make a scenario in his head on why you're flirting with some random guy.

While also trying to make up a pathetic excuse on why he's straight-up staring at you.

Some of the students in the main lounge glance at Riddle, snickering about the scene that's going to unfold.

You were currently sitting at one of the tables in the lounge, and you then tilt to the side of your head.

To find Riddle crossing his arms and looking down, trying to avoid eye contact as he went up to you.

"Even if your lounging around here... you are still a part of making sure this place is in order. From a Dorm leader to a perfect one, I don't think flirting with some random guy online will 'certainly' help. Especially when the one who's telling you this is your boyfriend y/n."

Riddle bent forward as he looked down at your phone in your hands. This little action caused you to hold the screen tight to your chest trying to cover up the fact you were secretly recording this for tik tok.

"Oh, um- it's not like that-" you spoke as your grip tightened. Riddle's feeling grew more anxious as his eyes narrowed in disappointment.

He fixed his posture as he tried to figure out how to fix this awkward scene. "Rosa, who are you talking to?" He lowered his voice feeling anxiety swim in his stomach.

You laughed nervously as you looked down at your phone once again.

Riddle clenched his fists as he took your phone without even thinking.

You paused as your face rained in embarrassment, trying to forget this even happened.

Riddle's eyes grew wide as he was also on the point of embarrassment death, he tried to just take in what was happening right now.

Instead of doing that though... he gives you back your phone, with a hand covering his mouth.

"I- um... Nevermind!" He exclaims drawing the attention of the students around the lounge, back on him. "This is embarrassing, it seems I was wrong. I should've known you were pranking me..."

Riddle then bowed deeply as he then began to hassle out of the scene.

Jade Leech:

You may have heard this over and over again but... I am so sorry for you.

Jade is a very possessive guy at least, he's mostly the same as his brother except he's more good at hiding his emotions... That doesn't make this whole scenario passive for you though.

His duty in every relationship is to protect those he deeply cares about, for example; you.

You were chilling with Jade, it was more of one of those boring days. But you decided to make a whole 360' and make at least some sort of something interesting happen!

That's when you decided to prank by flirting with 'someone' over the phone, but you couldn't lie you felt extremely anxious about this whole thing.

You took a deep breath as you waited until Jade was currently not busy to get this whole plan in motion.

"Jade, can you get me water?"

You smiled at Jade, as he nodded getting up from his chair.

Then you wasted no time to use this extra time to get ready, you put the phone in front of you, and you then started recording the tik tok as you took out your Nintendo.

'Alright, he should come back anytime... you sighed as you lowered the brightness on your phone to show an almost dark screen.

You began fake talking as you went to put your headphones on to make it seem you were talking to someone.

"Haha~ Your so funny~"

You saw the door open out of the corner of your eye, but you continued smiling as you decided to make the move and flirt with the 'person' you were talking to.

As soon as a flirty comment slipped your lips, you swear you could hear distance cracking; as if the glass was about to be broken.

You looked over to find Jade holding the glass and doorknob with extreme force, both of them looked like they were going to break any second.

Jade's face was a mixture of anger and shock, a smile entered his face as soon as you caught him staring.

"Teitoku, who are you flirting with."

He bluntly asked as he slowly walked towards you with the same smile staying on his features.

You stuttered as you tried to think what to say next, "What do you... mean?"

Jade's smile faded as he looked you dead in the eyes as handed you your water.

"I want a name and address." He spoke sternly as he lowered his eyes into a glare as his fists clenched up.

You laughed nervously, "Jade- I'm not actually-"

You tried to continue but Jade's eyes poured into your very soul, causing anyone to feel a swarm of anxiety in their whole body/

"Jade it's a prank..."

His eyes widened as he looked at the phone that's screen suddenly turned bright, displaying.

"Oh, my... should've known this was one of your schemes huh?" Jade lightly chuckled as he grabbed you around the waist into a carrying position.

"Jade the water-"

Leona Kingscholar:

I would be lying if I said Leona didn't have a jealousy streak.

He's a possessive lion after all. \(︶▽︶)/

And lions are protective animals who don't like sharing... overall perfect person to pull this prank on!

You were a giggling mess the whole time from just looking at Leona's annoyed face.

"What are you laughing at."

Even Leona's stern remarks couldn't make you stop giggling, but something in your head thought this was a good time to play a prank on this kitty~

You quickly recorded this to save for 'memories' (blackmail) and to tease him about it later on~

"You are so funny~ and hot at the same time."

As soon as you said that Leona's eyes perked up as he glanced at you holding up the phone to your chest. But, when he heard the word 'hot' he was already ready to fight someone.

"Did you just call someone 'hot'?"

Leona groaned as he furrowed his eyebrows gripping one of the pillows for dear life.

You tried to act as if you didn't hear him, but with the smile trying to escape your face, it was making things quite hard.

"Oi, answer me. I know you hear me." Leona demanded as he was getting quite annoyed.

You sighed as you put yourself on mute, "Yes?" You questioned, as Leona looked at the phone with a disgusted face.

"Tell that idiot, you have a boyfriend. One that's ready to fight him if he even tries to do anything."

"Leona your not fighting anyone..."

"Why?" He questioned as he rolled his eyes crossing his arms.

"Because it's a prank. I'm talking to no one." You admitted as you light chuckle.

Leona's eyes then shot open as he tried to process what you just said. He slowly turned his head looking you dead in the eyes, as his eyes slowly ponder the screen of your phone.

"Great. You even recorded this whole thing too."

Jamil Viper:

Listen, Jamil's a smart guy... but saying that makes this whole ideal seem scarier than it is.

Though, I'm kind of convinced this guy can read people's emotions like it's a book. Might cause some problems when you're trying to prank him.

Currently, you were addicted to your phone and Jamil wouldn't leave you alone about it.

"Jueru, why are you still on your phone? It's not good for your eyes you know." He said as he currently was going through random books.

"I know."

You say as you play a fake ringtone on your phone causing Jamil's eyes to wander over to you.

"Hey, Sweetheart." You blurt out as Jamil's eyes widen with sudden shock. He then turns his head over to you who's on the phone flirting with someone on a call.

As you continue flirting with a random person, Jamil looks like he's about to poison someone in their sleep tonight. He's quick to act as he slams the book closed.

He then makes his way over to you where you're laying down on one of the expensive sofas.

"We're together right?" He bluntly questions as he crosses his arms with a disapproving face present.

You nod looking up at him meekly.

"Good. Now tell him you have a boyfriend. I don't want my s/o introducing themselves like they're available to everyone they meet."

Jamil then takes his leave his leave as he then goes back to what he was originally doing.

You just left with a semi-shocked face, you thought he would be more... protective. But you just shrug your shoulders as you quietly say 'bye' to the fake you were talking to.

Malleus:

This can go either two ways...

The first one: He'll get EXTREMELY jealous and end up burning the whole place down in fury and madness.

Or! if you are lucky you might not get a Malleus that's over-protective... well, who's kidding Malleus is going to be over-protective.

You slightly giggle to yourself as you speak into the phone, "Hello darling~" You say in a flirty tone, looking at Malleus who stopped writing as soon as you said that.

"Darling?..." He mutters as he then grips the pen he was using. Malleus continues to still be in shock after a few, 'were you talking to him?

No, you couldn't be, your still talking to him when he's not answering. It doesn't take him long to figure out that you're flirting with someone over a call.

A mixture of anger, darkness, and sadness approaches his face as it starts to rain outside. Then it starts to thunder... loud. Flashes of green lightning can be seen in the Diasomnia dorm air as quiet footsteps approach in the distance.

Malleus grinds his teeth and then stands up, causing the chair to fall backward onto the dark-tiled floor. Your eyes widen as you realize what you have done.

"Malleus are you okay?-..."

You say meekly as you look at the fae who was visibly mad. Malleus doesn't deal with this at all in a good way. His hands are shaking from the intense pressure he got from clenching his fists.

He then slowly walks towards you, "Who." Even when just said one word it ran a chill down your entire body.

"Malleus you need to calm down- it's a prank..."

Malleus then crosses his arms looking at you with a disappointed facial expression, "Ah."

He then sits on the couch right next to you, and he then takes your phone from your hands.

"What-"

You sit up as you reach for your phone, "Instead of holding your phone all the time, you should try using me." He says with a sly smirk as he firmly holds the phone in a tight grip.

You gasp in surprise as you then nod, opening your arms to the cocky fae who was just about to destroy the entire place; into your arms, inviting him to lay down with you.

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imaginesandbandfiction · 4 months

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Triad Part 3 — Aftermath of the Mating Bond Ctd.

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: I hope you enjoy the next part of my Cazriel x Reader headcanon series, which I've officially named Triad!!!! I'm having so much fun with this hehehe. The series has its own masterlist, linked above!

Voices wake you from a deep slumber, but your eyelids are too heavy to wrench open so you snuggle closer to the warm body wrapped around you and listen in.

“Azriel. Stop pacing, you’re driving me crazy,” Rhysand orders. “She’ll wake when she’s ready.”

“Now who’s the one with a thimble of patience,” Cassian teases. The chest pressed to your back rumbles alongside his laughter.

“We won’t know if it’s really a Triad Bond until all three of you accept it.” Rhys, again. Triad Bond… that word triggers your memory. The golden magic, passing out, being torn apart, falling asleep pressed in between Cassian and Azriel, it all comes flooding back.

“If all three of us accept it,” Az’s words cut like knives through your skin. “We’re not forcing Y/N into anything.”

“‘M accepting it,” you mumble, stirring from your position in an attempt to sit up, but Cassian’s strong arms hold you in place.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he whispers. “Take some time to think about it.”

The golden magic, the bond, flares up within you alongside your anger. You shove his arms away and scramble off the bed.

“I don’t need time to think about it, so stop pretending all this waffling is about me and not the two of you,” you growl, sending a wave of that anger down the faint strings tethering you to Cas and Az. Both males hunch over like kids caught sneaking sweets before dinner. Rhysand snorts and settles back in the desk chair to watch the show. You don’t need his powers to read your mates, even without the bond you know them like you know yourself; intrinsically.

“Let me guess—you started suspecting it first?” You turned to send a sharp glare in Az’s direction. “And you were content to wait, always patient, aren’t you, Shadowsinger? But then you,” You shifted your gaze to Cas, “started suspecting too. And it was fine until the bond snapped for both of you and you couldn’t get your thick heads out of your asses for long enough to talk about it, preferring to fight the bond because you weren’t willing to see what was right in front of you, and I ended up as collateral damage.”

Cassian looks like he’s about to speak but you hold a hand up to silence him. “You stupid, possessive brutes.”

It’s dead quiet, neither one daring to interrupt if you weren’t finished yet. Eventually, it’s Rhys who breaks the silence.

“She’s right, you know,” he says nonchalantly, examining his nails. “Things would have been much easier for her if you worked together instead of against each other.”

“Very helpful, thank you, your majesty,” Az spits sarcasm at Rhys, who holds his hands up in surrender.

“Hey, don’t shoot the messenger. Not much is known about Triad Bonds, but I’m willing to bet that the two of you need to accept each other, first, for it to take.”

“Whether or not it’s necessary, you will be accepting each other first. It’s a Triad Bond, I’m certain of it, because choosing one of you over the other would kill me,” you tell Cas and Az. Their downcast eyes and furrowed brows aren’t enough—they need to “I am not a toy for you to fight over. Either learn to share or learn to live with the consequences.”

Your words echo in both Cas and Az’s heads, rattling the mating bond.

“I will be going back to my apartment. Come and find me when you’re ready to have a civilized conversation about this.” You turn on your heel and stalk out of the room, leaving the three of them to talk. The pulsating magic and conflicting emotions in you settled for the time being; you said your piece, and now all you can do is wait and hope that they trust in the bond the same way you do.

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spideystevie · 1 year

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💘 & “here, you can sleep in my shirt.” BUT also with “no way am i letting you sleep on the couch!” i’m apparently on my friends 2 lovers shit tonight 🤩 hehehe

good thing i am Always on my friends to lovers shit! this took a lot longer than i expected, but i hope you like it ruby <3 - [1.2k] | join the party!

By some strange twist of fate, and a run in with an interdimensional nightmare, Steve Harrington had become one of your closest friends.

You can’t complain, Steve is everything you’d ever hoped for in a friend. He’s kind to you, gives you his full attention when you’re talking, makes you call him to say you got home alright. He’s the perfect kind of friend you unknowingly fall in love with.

That was the one fatal flaw of being close friends with Steve Harrington. You’d fallen in love with him without even realizing until it was too late.

You hadn’t intended to, honest. You do your best not to show it, but the knowing looks you get from Robin when your eyes linger maybe a second too long tell you you’re not as subtle as you want to be.

That same look is burned behind your retinas when Steve walks back into his living room and drops down next to you on the couch with a sigh.

“Robin’s not coming,” he says. His head lulls onto his shoulder so he can look at you. You hum, leaning further into the cushions and pulling your knees up beneath you.

“She say why?” you ask and Steve shrugs.

“Something about her mom needing her home,” he supplies. His gaze falls to the array of snacks on his coffee table, all set out for the movie night you were supposed to be having with the older teens until they’d all bailed one by one. Part of you thinks it’s part of some secret scheme neither you or Steve are a part of.

You clear your throat, not letting your brain dwell on the thought for any longer.

“Well, your stolen movies aren’t gonna watch themselves,” you joke, nudging Steve’s shoulder. He smiles almost the second your hand touches him, a soft chuckle escaping him.

“They’re not stolen. They’re borrowed. Without Keith knowing,” he stands from the couch to put one of the movies in. When he comes back to sit next to you, he holds his arm up as a silent invitation to settle into his side. Your lower lip gets sucked between your teeth and you hesitate for a blink before scooching over and against him.

You make it through one movie before the rain starts, two before it starts thundering. It’s late, the sky dark and blending in with the night outside. You doubt you could see through the curtains of rainfall were it not for the streetlights lining the sidewalk.

“I don’t think it’s safe for you to drive in this,” Steve says, coming to stand by you as you peer out a window near the front door.

“Yeah,” you agree, glancing at him and looking back before he catches you.

“Maybe you should stay the night,” he says, like it’s no big deal. Like your heart isn’t falling into your stomach at the mere suggestion. Your fingers drop their hold on the window curtain in shock. The curtain falls back into place, shielding your view of the storm outside.

You look at Steve with eyes slightly wider than normal.

“I don’t have any clothes,” you say dumbly. Steve just shrugs, a small smile sliding onto his face.

“We’ll find you something,” he says. He nods his head towards the stairs, motioning for you to follow after him. You’re thankful he can’t see you as you head up the stairs towards his bedroom, a place you’d only been inside maybe once or twice. You’re certain you look like a fish out of water, certain every emotion you’re feeling is painted on the outside for anyone to see.

You linger near the doorway of his bedroom as he heads towards the dresser. As he rifles through his drawers you let your eyes flit across his room, drinking in the little details of it that all add up to Steve.

“Here,” his voice breaks through your reverie. You blink a few times, head shaking slightly. In his hand is an old, worn t-shirt. “You can sleep in my shirt. I’ll find you some pajama pants.”

You take the shirt from him. It’s soft between your fingers and so are the pajama pants he eventually finds and hands to you. He directs you towards the bathroom to change and you slip inside quietly, shutting the door with a click.

For a moment, you let yourself lean against it and catch your breath as the reality sinks in. You’re spending the night with Steve in his house and he’s letting you wear his clothes to bed. Clothes that definitely smell like him when you put them on.

Seeing your reflection in the mirror makes you a little giddy, chest a little sticky with something unfamiliar. When you come out of the bathroom, Steve’s not in his room. You set your folded clothes on top of his dresser, hoping he won’t mind you leaving them there for the night.

“They work out okay?” you jump, spinning around to see him enter his room. Your hand clutches your chest and at his amused smile, you let it fall to your side.

“Yeah, thank you,” you breathe, glancing down at the clothes he’d loaned you. You get a whiff of that scent that’s all Steve when you do. You swallow and look back up at him. He’s smiling at you, something fond and sweet that makes you squirm.

“Alright. Well,” he jets his thumb over his shoulder. “You know where to find me.”

“What?” you ask, brows pinching. He looks a little sheepish.

“You can take the bed. I’m gonna sleep on the couch,” he says, voice a little confused. You shake your head.

“No way am I letting you sleep on the couch,” you say, completely adamant. Steve blinks at you.

“Okay…but I’m not letting you sleep on it either,” he says, taking one step further inside his room. You purse your lips, glancing at the bed in the center of the room.

“We can just…share the bed. We’re adults,” you sound entirely more calm and collected than you feel. Steve thinks his heart is going to beat out of his chest. He’s already feeling borderline unwell seeing you in his clothes and now you’re offering to share a bed?

“Right, yeah, um, okay,” he stammers, cheeks twisting into a slight pink. The two of you pause for a moment and then slowly make your way towards his bed and climb beneath the sheets. For a moment the two of you lay stiff as boards on your backs, trying your best not to touch the other.

When Steve reaches to switch his lamp off, the room suddenly blanketed in darkness, you let yourself relax. You can still hear the rain hitting against the house, though it’s not as intense as it was before. Steve shifts next to you and you listen to the sheets rustle.

The two of you whisper your goodnights, hardly audible over the sound of the rain. Some point in the night, when a particularly loud clap of thunder wakes you, you’re only half aware of your body pressed to Steve and your legs tangled together. The feeling alongside the constant pitter patter of rainfall outside lets you drift back to sleep easier than ever.

You’ll have all the time to be flustered about your position in the morning. But for right now, you let yourself indulge in something you’d only been able to experience in your dreams.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #📝: a writes!#allie's valentine's house party <3 #allie's vday party blurbs!#the last vday blurb who else cheered!

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musings-ofthe-unamused · 7 months

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Comfort (Genshin Impact)

Characters: Diluc, Itto, Tighnari, Zhongli

Warnings: None

Diluc:

We all know Diluc has a giant soft side that he shows with a cool face and even tone

When you’re having trouble, whether it’s stress, anxiety, or having a fight with someone, he will dole out comfort in the way he knows best

His voice is gentle, his eyes stay on you, and he will check in on you to make sure you’re ok

“I just…I don’t know what to do! I’m already so stressed, and they keep piling more and more onto me!”

Diluc hummed, sliding in the seat next to you. He set a glass in front of you. You took it and chugged it down. After you did, you slammed the cup down and sighed.

“Grape juice? I think I would prefer alcohol in this situation.”

“Don’t rely on that to make you feel better. You can rely on me instead.”

Diluc’s arm wrapped around your shoulder and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He was warm and his hand massaged your skin.

Itto:

Itto is the type to try and distract you as much as possible

You’ll play games, hang out with the gang, and Itto will even get himself in trouble just to see you smile

Physical affection is also a go to. If you’re ok with it’ll, he’ll cling onto you and won’t let go until every ounce of bad emotions are gone from your body

You squinted as Itto placed down a card, a confident smirk on his face. You tried not to laugh as you placed down your own cards, effectively defeating him in one blow. TCG was a recent hobby of Itto’s that he had gotten you into. Too bad that he seemed to suck.

“I win!” You cheered, raising your arms in the air.

Itto groaned. “Damn it! How are you so good at this?”

“Hehehe,” You straightened your back, a proud smile on your face. “I’m just a natural.”

“Teach me, Master.”

Itto crawled over to you and clung to you. You giggled and tried pushing him away. Instead of letting you go, he dragged you down and wrapped his arms around you. His grip was iron tight as you struggled to break free.

“Let me go!” You laughed.

“Nope!”

“Why??”

“Are you feelin better? He murmured into your ear.

“Yes. Now will you let me go?”

Tighnari:

can you tell I’m obsessed with him Tighnari is the type to give you well meaning advice

His tone is always positive and there’s something about the way he talks that easily calms you down

Tighnari will talk the problem out with you. Once it’s all done he’ll say something along the lines of

“There you go! You didn’t need me at all.”

Tears streamed down your face as you sniffled, turning away from Tighnari. It was embarrassing to me seen like this. When you first came to him, you just wanted some advice, but somehow found yourself breaking out crying.

“I’m sorry,” You sniveled. “I didn’t mean to cry.”

He used this thumb to gently wipe away the tears. “It’s alright. Are you feeling ok?”

You shook your head and held back the urge to cry harder.

“That’s alright. Let’s take a deep breath. With me now.”

Tighnari grabbed your hands as the two of you slowly breathed together. Your breaths were shaky, but eventually, the tears came to a stop. He gave you a soft smile.

Zhongli:

Zhongli, my beloved, has two ways to comfort you

The first is being introspective. It can get overwhelming, but he means well

The second way is inviting you over for some tea. He’ll tell you some stories and by the time he’s done, you’ve completely forgotten what you were upset about

You set your now empty cup down on the table and leaned back on the couch, humming happily. Zhongli sat next to you, his cup still full and steaming.

“Did you enjoy the tea?”

You nodded. “It was delicious. Thank you.”

“I’m glad,” He cleared his throat. “Tea is good for relaxation and emptying natural stressor from the body. There was a tale that I recall, about the discovery of the effects of tea.”

As Zhongli dived into the story, you felt your eyes growing heavy. You didn’t find the story boring. But the mixture of the warm tea, the softness of the couch, and the deep tones of his voice, you found yourself falling asleep. Zhongli didn’t mind. His voice got softer and softer until you were finally asleep. He picked you up, holding you securely. It had seemed like you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in ages, so he chose a tea specifically for insomnia. It was what you needed.

“Sleep well.”

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nanomooselet · 2 months

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Little but Fierce VI

She winds up… there's the pitch…

Poor Nick. It never stops being funny. I'd feel sorrier that this happened to him but he's such a bastard in his introductory episode. It's like karma in advance.

Heheh. Kar-ma.

Meryl and Wolfwood behave very much like siblings to each other, while Vash and Roberto treat them like their awful terrible kids. Roberto does actually try reach out to Vash as a mentor once or twice, but of course Vash is fuck-off old and doesn't need that kind of assistance, so he's gently deflected. Roberto is old and wise enough to keep his distance. Nick, for his part, enjoys pissing Roberto off, and Roberto is for his part duly pissed off.

Still, Vash is the reason they're all even there in the first place and Meryl shows him concern. And Vash, in his way, fusses over Nick the way Roberto feels responsible for Meryl. A lot of what Vash does, he's doing pretty much solely for Wolfwood's benefit. I mean, look at this pathetic wet kitten of a man - you can't tell me he doesn't need it.

I've already talked at some length about why exactly Vash is like he is about Wolfwood, but what's he like about Meryl?

Pretty much exactly as fond. He's just quieter about it. To my read, he's confident she and Roberto can look after themselves and each other. That's really endearing to him, but not something he has to do anything about. And Meryl's not suffering the same kind of identity crisis as the Punisher/Wolfwood/Nico. Meryl knows exactly who she is, she's just trying to get everyone else to acknowledge it, and Vash does so from the first - she's never anything but "Meryl" to him, not "newbie" or "little lady". She never has to demand that of him.

Nor is she in directly a victim of his godawful brother, which thankfully means she isn't his responsibility to help - or at least, no more so than any given human. Also, it's Vash. What's that? Someone is invested in his well-being? Golly, that sounds suspiciously like he's being cared for (which of course he doesn't deserve), or (more reasonably) like someone vulnerable to being caught up in Knives's manipulations. Or just someone vulnerable to Knives period. Stampede out!

I though you guys were buddies./I thought you three had something special.

No way./Yeah, not really.

Too bad for him, he's met his match in Meryl Stryfe.

In direct contrast to every other character around Vash, she's only one there not because she has to be, or because she needs or wants something from him, but because she decided to be. She's one of the only characters with agency, after all.

Real people aren't monsters like that./He's a man, not a monster.

But I won't give up, no matter how unreasonable the assignment!/I won't abandon an assignment just because it's silly.

We can't just leave him hanging here./No way. We can't just leave him here.

And she's also decided he needs help. So come hell or high water, this man is getting helped.

It's her knack for finding the truth without quite knowing the reasoning behind it. In physical terms Vash really, really doesn't need help, and it's the mistake Knives always makes; that because Vash ostensibly doesn't have powers like him, he's in need of a defender. (And because this is Knives, that means it's up to him personally, and he's entitled to Vash and his exclusive love/loyalty/devotion in return. Any protests Vash makes are clearly just human corruption.) But what Vash actually needs is something his brother has never, in any version of the story, demonstrated the capacity to give him. Even sensitive little boy Knives back in Maximum relied on others for reassurance up until the moment he decided he couldn't.

Vash is more inclined to be someone others rely on, to the point of being maladaptive. It's being unable to help that gets to him, especially when he's held responsible.

What he needs is emotional support. Or, well... faith.

Wolfwood gives that to him eventually, but it takes some serious work, and it comes with its own attendant difficulties, like the fact that Nick's not in a position to extend Vash help himself no matter how much he might want to. Nick is, like Rosa and like Vash, a pragmatist. Do what you have to do.

Meryl has never needed that kind of direct demonstration. To her, Vash is a person, and people always need help, and she's not going to be prevented giving it. End of discussion. And despite being mistaken on some particulars, on this point she's more right than even she knows.

The contrast with Wolfwood is incidentally why Meryl hitting Woofwoof with the truck isn't just fucking funny, it's the perfect way for him to be introduced. He can't catch the same bus as Vash by happenstance because this time Vash is his actual target. He can't have Angelina II because personal transport is autonomy he's not permitted to have.

Instead, Meryl's own autonomy and narrative significance had her run the plot right into him, completely ruining whatever plans were laid for his entrance. Notice Roberto tries to steer Meryl away from the collision course they're on, to no avail, and Vash winds up flipped over. Fantastic.

Wolfwood is getting dragged around; Meryl is the one doing the dragging. When she discovers Vash's secrets, she works to accept them and integrate them into her worldview - which means that the moment she learns he's a Plant, she doesn't reject him or become fearful of him. She instantly accepts that must mean the Plants are also people. That gives her a fuller understanding of the conflict, and especially Vash's view of it, than most. It's not a matter of "Whose side are you on?" It's "How do we move forward together?"

Wolfwood's knowledge has all been filtered through the Eye of Michael, so he's more aware of the details, but can't disentangle his true beliefs from the ideology driving them.

Meryl has a better understanding of the abstract. And that, in turn, entitles her to learn what the available methods are, and judge them...

...But it also entitles her to something more precious: Vash's unquestioning trust.

It's certainly much less dramatic than the demonstrations between Vash and Nick, but I have to say: any amount of exposure to Knives and his histrionics would leave me, at least, pretty relieved to have it.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

#trigun stampede #trigun meta #tristampparty #meryl stryfe #vash the stampede #meta: little but fierce #at this point I'm leaning into the yapping #so many words #i guess she is a journalist #also nick's introduction just gets funnier. it's such an absolute shitshow #and at the end zazie's still like “well done”#i can't help reading it as ironic #like “lol great job getting hit by a truck punisher”#idk the way wolfwood interacts with other eom members always cracks me up. he fucking hates them so much

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erodasfishtacos · 2 years

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Always Knew You Weren’t The One

prompt (kofi commission): Mama tacos I wanna commission cheatingrry break up with Anna BUT u don’t have to do it right away like if u have other stuff planned I’m so fine with waiting I just kinda wanna guarantee it and just know that’s it’s coming in the future u know hehehe aka The Breakup Fic.

Word count: 6.5k+

Warnings: mentions on domestic abuse, smut, harry cheats on OFC w/ YN; MINORS DNI, 18+

authors note: if you don’t like the cheatingrry trope, don’t read it ☺️ you may want to reread this one shot before reading this!

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It didn’t feel quite real when Harry woke up.

All the memories of yesterday flooding back to him in a rush of emotion and pure, unadulterated happiness that all his dreams are finally coming true.

YN is nearly on top of Harry as she snoozes, he’s flat on his back and has her face hidden in his neck, chest on his, and thigh slung over his hips.

He gently wriggles under so he can lift up her left hand, just the smallest amount, and notices that the engagement ring is still sitting firmly on the finger he’d placed it on last night.

Harry couldn’t explain the thoughts that were coursing through his mind, that after all this hard work and dedication to making her better that they were able to get to this point.

The girl he’d been desperately in love with since he was fifteen, she was finally his in every way, and he was just internally growling with possessiveness.

The ring looked so fucking pretty on her finger, it matched her - beautiful, one-of-a-kind, and just breathe-taking.

He was going to marry her, actually, truly now has confirmation that he’ll be able to make this woman his wife.

Sue him, he’s a guy - he can’t help it if his cock twitches a little bit at the thought of her spread underneath him every night for the rest of his life.

Harry had already convinced himself that if he didn’t end up marrying YN, he probably would have never gotten married to anyone else.

A quiet intake of air interrupts his thoughts as YN stirs awake, taking a few snuffingly breathes - lips smacking against his chest.

Panic shoots through his entire being, now was the absolute moment of truth, what if she woke up and regretted it?

What if she wants to hand back the ring and act like nothing ever happened?

Harry doesn’t think he could mentally handle that with a serious breakdown in the process.

“You’re too sticky,” YN complains with a sleepy rasp in her tone, voice croaky but she makes no attempt to move from her spot.

Harry’s hand moves to thumb over her cheekbone as she blinks tiredly up at him, “M’only like this because you’ve been clung to me like a little monkey the whole night.”

“Lies,” She giggles when he starts to tug her up closer until their noses are basically touching, her eyes twinkling and happy, “My fiancé shouldn’t say such hurtful things.”

And there it is.

“Baby,” Harry croons in complete bliss, making her laugh from her belly when he begins to pepper kiss all over her nose, cheeks, jaw in adoration, “I-I am so god damn proud of you. You’re finally mine, pup.”

“You know I’ve always been yours,” She whispers with a more serious tone, wriggling as close as possible - he still smells like his cologne from the night before and it’s intoxicating.

It makes tears prick behind his eyes because he’s always known that but now it finally feels that way as he looks at his strong, empowered, confident fiancée.

“Please let me have you, darling,” He pleads softly, lips brushing more meaningfully against hers this time and his hands sliding down her sides to her hips, “Need to show you how much I love you.”

“You think you deserve it?” YN teases playfully, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a nip.

“Don’t deserve you,” Harry murmurs honestly, licking over his bitten lips, “But hope you’ll still let me have you. Give you what you deserve - spread you open, make you drip, make you feel good.”

Fuck, he was irresistible from the low, croak of his morning voice to how his eyes were flickering between her lips and eyes.

“Come on, might as well practice your husbandly duties,” YN remarks coyly, dragging her cold toes across his calves, “Prove to me you’ll be a good one.”

And bingo, YN should have known that was going to strike a chord because Harry's mood shifts dramatically from soft and sweet to rough and predatory as he quickly flips them until she’s on her back and he’s straddling her hips.

Harry gives her a wide, sharp smile as he chuckles deep from his chest, “Oh puppy. M’gonna show you what a good husband does.”

“All talk, no action,” She taunts just to make him bristle before he’s cutting off anything else she’s about to throw at him by putting his index and middle finger to her lips.

“Suck,” He commands, his tone has lost its teasing edge and now he’s telling her exactly what to do for him.

And she just melts so fucking beautifully when she wants to, which she does right now, her eyes become wider, more unfocused, and she whines but opens her mouth.

“There my good girl,” Harry murmurs proudly, eyes darkening as her tongue twirls around his fingers, playfully bringing her teeth down on his knuckles, “Get ‘em wet for me.”

YN does as she’s told, lapping at them as she keeps her gaze on him, wriggling her hips in excitement when with his free hand he shoves her underwear down until they’re stuck around her thick thighs.

He takes his now damp fingers down between her legs, even though she was slick enough on her own before he’s teasing at her entrance.

“Stop teasing,” YN hisses, she always got so fucking bratty when she wasn’t in the mood to be edged at all and it made Harry lean down to bite at her jaw, “Make me come.”

And Harry submits for her, like he always does, shucking off her panties before his fingers are slipping in easily and the right velvet of her walls make him twitch as he crooks his fingers toward her spot.

“I’ve always given you what you wanted, yeah?” Harry murmurs softly, his fingers are moving at a torturously slow rate - making her full and wanting more.

“Always,” YN agrees sweetly, letting her legs spread open as far as possible to welcome him in, her excitement coating his fingers as she tries to push down on them.

“Cut it out, you’re not riding them right now,” Harry scolds with a grunt when she tries to build up a rhythm by using her thighs as momentum, “If you don’t stop being greedy, I’m not making you come.”

YN begrudgingly stops moving her hips down with a narrowed glare and a pouty lower lip that Harry has to bite at until she squeaks.

“There’s my good little wife,” Harry coos because the words taste so good on his tongue, his sweet scared girl - trusting and confident because she knows what she is so fucking certain of what she wants now.

“H,” YN whines, moving down to wrap her fingers around his wrist, halting his motions between her legs until they lock eyes again, “Please baby, need you in me. C’mon, don’t want to be teased, just want it.”

Harry wants to bite her again, make her shimmer down but she’s bossy and he folds to her every single time - the only person on earth who he’d follow blindly.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers as he sits back up, he wants to get his mouth on her - lick into her until she’s teary and hazy but he can always get back to that afterwards.

Despite the fact that he has the urge to grab himself at the base, tease his ruddy head against her clit, smack the weight of it there and just barely push in but he knows he’ll only get pushback from her because that’s not what she wants right now.

Instead, he tucks himself into her carefully even though he doesn’t need to be - her cunt is slick and open for him, giving him not resistant but still snug as all hell around him.

He thinks this has to be the closest thing to heaven.

“Yes,” YN hisses in a high pitch mewl that makes his hackles raise, when she tries to meet his hips to get more movement, he grips her waist and pushes her down against the mattress - stilling her.

“What has gotten into you, puppy?” Harry grits out in impatience, holding her steady and letting himself rest at her opening before slowly but fiercely thrusting into her.

“We’re engaged,” YN whispers almost like it’s a secret as she pulls him down with a hand weaved through his hair until their lips are locking together, “We’re going to get married, have babies, grow old together.”

Harry gasps into her open mouth, his breath taken away because just like the night before it truly hits him again and he doesn’t even recognize that he has tears trailing down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” He laughs shakily, not even able to focus on kissing her, “I’m going to make you my wife, give you as many babies as you want, take care of you until forever. You’re mine, aren’t you? Finally fucking mine.”

Her thumbs come up to brush the wetness away, “You know you’ve always been it for me. Through it all, H. Never have given it to anyone but you.”

It makes a spark of proud possessiveness lick up his spine, nearly purring as he murmurs, “Only one who’s ever going to eat this perfect little cunt, tease it, fuck it. Right, pup?”

The words have YN trying to squeeze him between her thighs before letting them fall open again to reveal herself to him like a fucking birthday present.

“Look at her,” Harry admires pleased, thumb coming to rub tight circles on her swollen bud as he starts a steady pace of fucking into her.

YN gets frustrated because now Harry’s being bossy and she just wants to take control - her orgasm has been teetering for the past few minutes and she wants it wreck her.

She bats his hand away from her, ignoring his hiss of irritation when she scootches up the bed until he’s completely out her - cock drippy with a mixture of both of them, hard, and so fucking thick.

Before he has time to complain, she’s rearranging them until she can straddle his hips and slide right down onto his length the way she wants.

“Fuckin’ Christ,” Harry moans out, body melting against the headboard as YN takes what she wants, grinding her hips in deep circles to hit her spot while her clit gets the friction from his pubic bone, “S’yours, can’t believe you ever had to doubt how much it is. Got the sweetest pussy on this earth, fuck.”

It made YN swell with confidence as her orgasm starts building in no time once again but it tips her over the edge when Harry uses both of his big hands to push her tits together and take quick turns nipping and sucking at her nipples

“Oh, yes. Feels so good,” YN mewls, hand coming to cradle the back of his head to keep his mouth working on her chest as she speeds up her hips on him, using him to get her own pleasure.

Harry is so gone for his girl, admires how she has no shame in chasing her pleasure as she rides him - not trying to be sexy or get him going (even though it does) but to find her own euphoria - eyes squeezed shut, sweat beading at her temple as her rhythm is sloppy and uncoordinated as she cries out as she comes.

When YN starts to shake as she slumps against him in the aftermath of her peak, Harry moves to grip her hips, steadying her as he pumps up into her only a few times before he’s letting out his own growl of release before allowing his hips to fall back down to the bed.

In this moment, as YN nuzzles her face into his neck - her hair sticking to the dampness of his skin and he wraps his arms her to keep her tight to his chest - well everything was worth it.

The years of heartbreak, different girlfriends he despised, the tears, the anxiety, the late nights of just holding her through flashbacks, the copious amounts of hours he sat in a full waiting room as she did trauma therapy.

He helped heal her, make her whole again, ready to take on the world - now she was ready to live her life truly with him and it makes him feel indescribable, like his body is too small for all the emotion he feels.

Harry doesn’t realize how long he was wrapped up in his thoughts because what shakes him from them is a light snore from his fiancée.

YN had managed to drift back asleep despite what an awkward position she was cramped into as she splayed across his chest with her lips near his pulse point - safe and satisfied.

He can’t help but snort at how adorable she is as he readjusts her until she’s laying back fully onto the bed and grumbling tiredly.

And Harry can’t be blamed if he drifts back off to sleep for a little while longer.

- later that day -

Harry decided a public place was best for breaking up with Anna, he didn’t want to spend another minute attached to this woman, and so after he woke up once again, he texted her to make lunch plans to end it once and for all.

After she had pushed him last night, put hands on him, he felt any ounce of sympathy that he would have for ending it dissipated from his body - she didn’t deserve empathy anymore.

Anna was truly under a delusional impression, Harry and her had been through some of the nastiest fights she’s ever had with a boyfriend and she always thought he never broke up with her because he was that in love with her.

Never could she have guessed why he had stuck around and how it actually had nothing to do with her, that she was a pawn to prove loyalty to another.

He wasn’t even a good partner, he was sharp, impatient, cold, and unapproachable but to Anna, it was more enticing that she could tell people who her boyfriend was - wealthy, self-made, and extremely extremely attractive.

Harry even picked an small, quaint little brunch place in a fashion district of the city to help aid the harshness that was about to come.

He hoped a nice, busy restaurant would dissuade Anna from having an absolute raging meltdown that Harry was preparing for.

The last step before it’s just him and his fiancée, he couldn’t wait to get this over with, and get back to his love.

“Thank you for asking me out,” Anna starts as they get seated after meeting in the front of the old brick building, “I’m really sorry about how I behaved last night. It was unacceptable.”

Harry inhales a deep breath before nodding in agreement, “You're right. It was completely unacceptable for you to put your hands on me.”

Anna’s brows furrow at the way he chose to phrase his words, she was under the impression that this was just another one of their fights that would be swept under the rug.

“I just pushed you. Don’t act like I hurt you,” Anna bites back defensively, she didn’t appreciate that he was making such a big deal of a little shove.

“It’s not about it hurting or not,” Harry grits out, trying to keep his cool, “It’s the fact that because you were upset with me, you thought it was okay to do that.”

“If you wouldn’t have treated me like that, I wouldn’t have had to do that,” Anna scoffs, easily transitioning the blame to him instead as she takes a sip of her mimosa.

“I’m allowed to have boundaries,” He points out with annoyance, “I wasn’t feeling well and you tried to push your way into my house.”

“Yes, sorry for trying to be a good girlfriend,” She retorts with a tone drenched in sarcasm, accompanied by a roll of her eyes, “Why are you acting like such a baby, huh? Big bad man can’t take a little shove from a girl?”

Harry is desperately trying to keep his emotions under control as Anna tries to demean and gaslight him without even trying to disguise it.

It isn’t even close to the first time.

“You need to come to this party with me,” Anna sneers angrily, a bottle of perfume whirling past Harry's head and smashing against the wall behind him, “I’m sick of you being so inconsistent. You need to act like a fucking actual boyfriend.”

Harry feels his heart rate pick up as he looks back to see the sticky, sparkly perfume stain the starch white of the wall - glass fractured and broken on the ground.

“Throwing shit at me isn’t going to make me stay,” Harry roars back in her face, disgusted by who Anna turns him into as a person.

“It’s over,” Harry sighs, fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose, “I can’t do this anymore with you. I should have ended this a long time ago.”

Anna’s eyes widened, she had the audacity to actually be surprised, “Wha-? Harry, no. No, I’m sorry. I just - stop, you’re not breaking up with me. No.”

Harry shakes his head, praying she keeps her voice down, “I am. I am breaking up with you, Anna. It’s just not working out. I can’t fucking stand you, you can’t stand me. It doesn’t make sense.”

“We-we can make it work. I’ll do better, Harry. I promise, please baby,” Anna cries in a nasally whine that has him clenching his fist from how obnoxious and overdramatic it is.

“No, really. I need you to listen, it’s over,” He’s calm with his words, sipping his glass of water and not engaging back in her fight - letting her act like a tantruming toddler.

It’s just…Harry doesn’t have any empathy to watch a grown woman throw a fit like this over when he’s watched YN go through so much worse with stoic and strong composure.

YN only threw tantrums when Harry teased her too much when she just wanted him to make her come - he smiles softly to himself at the thought before Anna’s crying interrupts it.

Harry just watches as Anna’s expensive mascara runs down her cheeks, dabbing at them to prevent smudging, and she’s giving him these puppy dog eyes.

“I’m sorry, Anna. I am,” Harry lies to help smooth over the situation, “We just aren’t meant for each other. I’m sure you’ll find someone who -“

“You fucking prick,” Anna cuts him off, tears halting with her teeth clenched as fire blazes behind her irises in disbelief, “I knew it.”

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion until he follows Anna’s gaze to his neck - where no doubt YN has sucked a gnarly hickey onto that was supposed to be hidden under his collar but must have gotten exposed.

“How long, huh?” Anna demands, a shrillness coating her words, “How long have you been fucking that bitch while with me?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harry lies steadily, he wasn’t going to bring YN into this like Anna wanted.

“How long have you been fucking YN behind my back?” She repeats in pure fury, “I should have known that pathetic girl would manage to make you feel sorry enough for her scar-riddled body that you’d give in and stick your dick in her.”

Harry refuses to argue with this woman but isn’t going to sit her and have her disrespect the love of his life.

“Have a nice life, Anna,” Harry tells her as he fishes out his wallet, placing a few bills down for the drinks and the food that hasn’t even been delivered yet, “Lunch is on me.”

Anna apparently isn’t happy with that though before she’s pushing out of her chair and tugging her purse onto her shoulder.

Before Harry can react, Anna is snagging her alcoholic drink and throwing it onto him - drenching him in a mixture of orange juice and expensive champagne that automatically makes his curls become limp in front of his face.

By the time he wipes his face with the napkin, eyes burning from the alcohol, she’s already stormed off and left.

Despite how much he reeked of mimosa, his gucci shirt was ruined, and the whole restaurant witnessed the incident - he had to chuckle to himself.

He was finally fucking free of that bitch.

It doesn’t mean that she doesn’t attempt to call him, text him, and even show up to his house a few times to no avail to apologize once again.

But those calls, texts, and knocks on the door go unanswered as Anna dwells on Harry, he’s too busy creating his new life with his favorite person on this earth.

- five years later -

Anna had just gotten seated with her parents at one of the most exclusive restaurants in London, her father managed to snag a reservation after a long month waitlist.

Her boyfriend, Todd, had also accompanied them - dressed not nearly fancy enough in a pair of loose jeans, scuffed up dress shoes, and an atrocious teal colored polo.

They’d been together for nearly three years, he hadn’t made any move to make things more serious with a ring or even ask her to move in with him.

He was mediocre at best, dull and liked to ditch her on the weekends to go watch rugby and drink pints down at the pub with his high school friends where they still basked in the memories of being popular over a decade ago.

Anna’s parents like him well enough but she was thirty now, they wanted her to settle down, get married, have kids, and it didn’t look like that was happening any time soon.

She would be lying if she said she’s forgotten about Harry, still daydreams about what their life would have been like together with vacations in Italy, a massive diamond on her finger, a few children with nannies to watch over them as they globetrot.

However, Anna had never heard from him since that fateful afternoon nearly five years ago when she had splashed a drink in his face.

All of their shared friends cut ties with her, Mitch, Sarah, Niall, none of them ever talked to her again after that.

Anna never actually knew if it was YN that she was dumped for, she had just assumed but even if that was so, she’s sure Harry would have gotten sick of her bullshit and left her soon after.

She imagined that Harry was probably switching around girl to girl every night, a different model-esque woman in his bed every night before he kicked them out with taxi fare the next morning.

“Let’s go get a drink, yeah?” Todd asks, dragging her out of her thoughts, “The waitress looks super overwhelmed. We can just order from the bar? Take a look at the view or something?”

It was a rooftop restaurant, overlooking the skyline of London’s buildings - fairy lights sparkling to keep a soft ambiance as the sun set behind the city.

“Sure,” Anna mutters as she begrudgingly takes Todd’s outstretched hand and trails over to where there’s even a wait at the bar but they manage to snag two seats.

After they’re served, they spin on their barstools to face away from the bar and out towards the tables and the view of Big Ben.

“Ma ma ma,” A squeaky, raspy baby voice breaks through Anna’s thoughts - at the table in front of them, it’s just a woman with her back to Anna but she’s holding the baby facing toward her in her lap, “Mamama.”

The woman’s hand reaches up to card through the baby’s insane amount of chocolate curls, Anna can’t help but notice the absolutely beautiful engagement and wedding band on her finger.

“That’s me, I’m your mumma,” Anna hears the girl’s mother humming to her baby, “You're so smart, my little love. Such a good girl.”

The voice sounds familiar but Anna can’t place it, maybe someone she went to school with or did yoga alongside at some point.

The girl is beautiful, her little features striking and baby soft like a cherub, she’s smiling at her mother with only two chiclet teeth onto her bottom row, and the curls in front of her head gathered into a small black bow.

She’s wearing this adorable onesie dress with a scalloped collar, a printed skirt that was definitely Burberry, with miniature Mary Janes on her feet.

“Mamama,” The baby giggles again happily, chubby fingers weaving into her mother’s hair as she brings herself even closer to her parent - the woman welcomes it, sprinkling kisses all over the baby’s glowy cheeks.

It was moments like this where Anna wanted a baby, who loved her unconditionally but she wasn’t sure she would ever give up her full attention to a child and have her life revolve around something other than what she wanted to do.

Anna’s eyes dart to the entrance when she sees someone she hasn’t seen in five years, someone who she thought about regularly still, and the five years have aged him like fine fucking wine.

Harry Styles.

He looks impeccable.

In a black, well-tailored suit with a barely buttoned white dress shirt underneath, a slim black silk scarf wrapped around neck with a cross necklace dangling between his pecs.

He stands tall and broad, his shoulders straight and wide as he runs a ringed hand through his hair as he glances around the rooftop, looking for someone.

Anna thinks he must be here for a business meeting as his eyes search the crowd and for a moment, her heart sinks into her stomach and she swears Harry meets her eye and smiles widely.

Holy shit.

Anna blinks harshly when he starts to stride toward her with a soft grin and waves, she waves back but furrows her brow when his eyes don’t meet hers like she thought they were from further away.

The moment is cut, reality seeps through as that same high-pitched baby voice squeals out excitedly, “Dadadada.”

Anna quickly realizes that the baby is calling to Harry, she’s calling Harry ‘dada’ but then she’s wondering maybe it’s a coincidence and it’s not his child.

However, it’s not, not when Harry steps over to the table and leans down to kiss the woman on the lips before gazing at the child.

“Dadadada,” The infant persisted through enthralled babbles, reaching out and smacking his cheek gently before whining for him.

“Hi pup,” Harry coos sweetly, his gravelly voice sending a certain feeling of arousal down Anna’s spine that’s uncontrollable, “You talking to your daddy? You miss me, darling?”

It was his baby.

As he scoops the little girl up, naturally propping her on his hip and nuzzling his nose into her curls before kissing her temple and then nose.

“Dadada,” His daughter chirps once again, just so besotted with her father as he cuddles her as close as possible.

“Look at you,” Harry praises through his thick accent, rubbing his scratchy cheek against hers, “I missed you so so much. Were you good for mumma?”

“Always is,” The mother responds before she tugs on Harry’s scarf to bring him down onto another kiss, that lasts a minute too long for such a public setting.

“Mm,” Harry rumbles against the woman’s mouth, his hand coming to thumb over her plump lips with a deep fondness, she notices a thick gold band sitting on his ring finger.

The woman turns around in her seat to sift through her diaper bag for a little jacket for their daughter as the light breeze brings a sharp nip to the night air.

When she turns, Anna feels her stomach drop through her stomach and down to her feet, it was none other than YN.

YN fucking YLN, we’ll probably now YN Styles.

Rage, jealousy, envy surges through her body when she realizes her daydreams of them never actually making it together as a couple weren’t true.

“C’mon, your parents are ready to order,” Todd nudges her before sliding off the stool and pulling her towards the table where then she is seated with Harry and YN right in her eye line.

She can’t focus on anything that her parents or boyfriend are trying to discuss as she watches Harry settle down into his chair with their daughter splayed like she owns him in the cradle of his arms, her legs idly kicking as she pulls his fingers toward her mouth to gnaw on his knuckle.

He looks so much the same as he did when they’d dated but just a bit different, his hair was longer, skin a bit tanner, and a few faint lines appearing on his face but barely noticeable.

Anna hated to admit it but YN was gorgeous, she always had been but age and motherhood had done her well as she sipped a glass of sparkling water with a lime in it.

YN lets out a peel of laughter when Harry winces, the baby’s sharp tooth catching him but when he huffs out a low groan of pain, his daughter just looks up at him and smiles before blowing a raspberry at him.

Harry gives his wife a fake glower of anger before leaning down to blow a return raspberry on the little girl’s belly as she giggles wildly at her father’s tactics.

It disgusted Anna how much he seemed to love the baby, his wife, all of the bullshit.

Anna tries to focus on the soup in front of her, and manages to stop staring for a bit until she sees Harry shrugging out of his suit jacket, balancing the baby on his thigh.

The girl is crying, making grabby hands towards her mother as tears streak her cheeks, pathetically whimpering, “Mamama.”

“Hold on,” Harry murmurs to his daughter, bouncing her as uses his free hand to drape the article of clothing over his wife’s shoulder, “Your mumma is gonna feed you, pup. No tears, my love.”

After YN is set up, Harry helps guide the curly haired baby under the blazer and it’s obvious that YN is feeding her - Anna feels another bomb of jealous at what she witnesses.

Harry leaning over to kiss his wife’s forehead before peeking down between her shoulder and the gap between the article of clothing as he watches his baby eat for a moment before pulling back and giving her one more kiss and whispering something softly to her.

That should have been me, Anna thinks angrily, wanting to smack Todd’s hand off her thigh just because, even though he did nothing wrong.

Anna doesn’t stare while YN’s is feeding, feels like that’s weird but as soon as the now full, drowsy baby is satisfied - YN shuffles her into her father’s arms to excuse herself to the restroom.

Now is her time.

She didn’t have a plan, per se, but Anna makes sure the top of her dress is as low as possible to put her breasts on display, hiking up the hem of her dress to make it a bit shorter.

Anna heads towards the bar, strutting right past the table but Harry doesn’t even glance up - he’s eating his dinner with one hand as he rocks the baby in the crook of his elbow with the other.

Shit.

Anna orders a drink before making her way back, can’t stop herself as her hand brushes the back of YN’s empty seat, “Oh my god, Harry. It’s been forever.”

The man glances up at her with a confused wrinkle before recognition flits over his face, almost instinctively he hikes his daughter further into his body, as he puts down his fork.

“Anna,” Harry nods in a tense tone, seeming like he wanted to be anywhere but talking to her, using almost a professional tone, “How have you been?”

“Great,” She lies, leaning over a bit and internally cursing when his gaze doesn’t even drop to glance at her tits, “Is this you daughter?”

She tries to appear nonchalant, like she hasn’t been watching them this whole time.

“Yes,” Harry replies cautiously, “She’s eight months.”

“Oh, nice,” Anna smiles like she cares, “All settled down now? When did you get married?”

“Been married about four and a half years.”

He knows Anna’s mind will be whirring, doing the math, and the shock hitting her, “Wow. Didn’t waste any time. Six month after we broke up….you got married?”

Harry shrugs with almost a secret smile as he smiles down at his daughter, booping her button nose with his index finger, “Yeah, guess you were right all along, Anna. YN really was the one. Isn’t that right, Cleo Mae? Isn’t your mumma the one?”

“Mamama,” Cleo agrees in a serious babble before reaching to bite at the teething toy YN had pulled out for her to chew on.

“Fucking dick,” Anna hisses, falling back into her old patterns like clock work as she scoffs and stand up straight, “That’s all you were, a dirty cheater.”

Harry straightens up, not appreciative of the tone she’s taking in front of his daughter, “Maybe one day you’ll fall in love and understand. Maybe you won’t. You were never going to be able to compete with YN, Anna. I think deep down you know that already.”

With that, Harry doesn’t want to make the situation worse so just like he did five years ago, he pulled out some bills - left them on the table and began to gather their belongings.

YN trails back over to the table, eyes widening in surprise at seeing Anna for the first time in years, and deciding not to say anything at first, rather just swings the diaper bag onto her shoulder and tuck away Cleo’s teething toy.

“I don’t know what kind of shit you’re trying to start but you need to back the fuck away from my family, right now,” YN hisses threateningly as she slips her coat onto her shoulders and stares down Anna.

Anna doesn’t miss the way Harry beams with absolute pride in his wife.

The joy that settles in his stomach with the words ‘my family’ because they were they’re own little happy family of three.

When Anna turns on her heel, back to her own table, she wishes she didn’t hear Harry murmur, “God, you’re so fucking sexy. Let’s go home.”

And that’s the last time Anna sees them.

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Kinktober 2- Eating out

Neytiri x Avatar Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Literally in the title… hehehe

I have decided not to use Y/n in here- although it was hard for me not to, but I have also mostly written this chapter in Neytiri’s P.O.V and that was also a challenge? Hope you enjoy!

Where there is a small line break, the POV changes to reader :)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Translation Station

Olo’eyktan: Clan leader is

Ma’tsmuke: My sister

Tawtute: Sky person (Human)

Vrrtep: Demon

Iknimaya: Rite of passage

Sturmbeest: some animal they eat idk ( the word itself is not in Na’Vi … the Na’Vi word is talioang)

Word count: 4.2K

I’d taken it upon myself to remove myself from the given situation and not embarrass myself further. I had no real reason to have been upset with how friendly she was being with Jake, she had every right to be friendly with whomever she deemed necessary, but there was a foreign feeling in my chest as I watched them interact with one another and in my mind, me leaving was the perfect solution. In this way I could fake being tired and leave with my dignity intact and not be forced to watch the two become even closer than what they were.

There was something about an eligible Olo’eyktan that sparked interests in many females in the tribe, and sure she had gone through the same intense rigorous training that he had, and sure she too had become one of the people, but she hung out with Jake often and it was pretty much a clear sign that the two would attempt to mate and have half-breed children to fill the empty holes of the warriors and family we had lost.

But of course, instead of heading up the spirals of our newer home tree, I headed off to the spirit tree, making sure to thank Seze through our bond before disconnecting. Making my way toward the strange petals that dropped down- strange in the sense that they differed from any other leaf on any other tree here- but similar to me all the same. I grab a gentle hold of my kuru, swinging it around my shoulder and connecting it to the spirit tree, wanting to see the familiar face I’d grown to love and miss over time.

“What seems to trouble you tonight, ma’tsmuke?”

I smile at the familiar voice that brought warmth through my chest and place my finger on my forehead, not needing to say anything, as I extend and uncurl my finger the further it got from me. The unspoken ‘Oel ngati kameie’ we all use to communicate that we truly see one another.

“Why does anything need to trouble me for me to visit?” I ask as my smile dies down, the remnants of the feeling of my cheeks being stretched now slightly tickling my jaw, my eyes looking upon her and taking all of her in. It had been a while since I last visited her but I wondered if she could sense how distressed I felt at the moment.

“No,” She answers simply as she begins walking in the endless landscape of the forest, the home I’d grown used to, the home she once knew that no longer existed. “But I do know you, sister, and I understand when you are upset. So tell me, does it have anything to do with that tawtute?” She asks with a knowing soft smile.

I sigh and take a seat on the softened moss below me and she follows as she takes a seat next to me. We typically walked, ran, or hunted while we talked, but sitting was the biggest way we communicated that we had something to get off our chest without using words. She gently places a couple of braids that had fallen in my face behind my ear and waits for me to speak.

“I feel broken.” I admit but feel my throat constricting and finding the words I needed to explain the situation was suddenly becoming harder. I did not want to cry in front of Sylwanin or give her a reason to worry about me, but I was struggling with my emotions and couldn’t understand why this hurt so much, I shouldn’t have allowed myself to fall in love with a vrrtep.

“I understand the feeling very well.” She is soft spoken during these times when she is attempting to give me the space I need to speak. She is also very caring and nurturing and wants me to feel like I can trust her, and I do.

“I feel crazy, stupid even, for falling in love with a dream walker. For allowing myself to be blinded by believing she has become one of the people- when she is still attached to her old life just the same.” I explain and Sylwanin listens, nodding along as I speak.

“Have you shared with her how you feel?” She asks me with a light hand placed on my shoulder and I have to stop making eye contact, feeling my embarrassment grow further.

“When we were celebrating her and Jake becoming one of the people, after passing their iknimaya, I was placing paint on their bodies and told them that they have earned their place within our people. They would now also become one within Eywa, I told them they could choose a mate they found suitable and they eyed one another, I felt my heart break at that moment. I did not need to ask to know what they were silently agreeing to.” I shuddered after reminding myself the smiles they shared and felt utterly defeated.

“I do not feel they looked at each other as one does a potential mate, tsmuke.” I only shrug my shoulder to shake her hand off of it and give her a short hiss to prevent her from sweet talking me any further. She only smiles again and placed her hand on my knee, patting it several times with a small chuckle, I hiss again and she removes her hand, holding them up in surrender.

“I believe I need to let you go now, I will see you again at another time.” She stated whilst picking herself up and off the floor, dusting her loincloth of any remnants of dirt or moss that had held on to the threads between the design she had, I only furrow the skin of my brows in confusion as I stood myself.

“Whatever for, I have just gotten here, what is the rush?”

“There is someone patiently waiting for you.” She sends a smile my way. “Good luck to you on this beautiful night, tsmuke, may Eywa answer your prayers.” She gives me one last hug and upon the feeling of the breeze picking up, I could deduce that my consciousness had been placed back into the body that had stood with my kuru attached to the petal of the tree.

I open my eyes and turn around to see the very woman I had been trying to avoid. I look around to see if she had come alone- not that she would have come up here with Jake if either one of them had noticed me, I’m sure he was lingering not that far away from her as I looked around, but I couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary.

“Have a good visit?” Her voice rings pleasantly in my ears as they turn more toward her to hear her better, I hit myself upside the head mentally, trying to keep my reactions to a minimum, she was about to become a mated woman, I should not let my thoughts get ahead of themselves.

“Do not worry, I will not take up more of your night.” I pick up the bow my father had given me and head off in the direction I’d left Seze, I was still surprised I managed to evade the bullets coming her way, almost as if I knew where they were coming from and where they could have hit her.

“Hold on-“ She stated before grasping my arm and this stops me, not just my body, but my thought process as well. My tail flickers in excitement from her touch and I try to hide it by turning just as the movement was initiated, I put on my best blank stare as I look down at her, it was adorable how she was shorter than myself, she said it must have been something to do with her human DNA- whatever that meant.

“I do not wish to keep you and your mate waiting.” I stated curtly and her brows furrow.

“What do you mean? I came alone.” She shares and I seem to furrow the skin of my brows together in confusion.

“Where is Jake?” I asked quickly to cover my tracks but only feel like I’m digging a bigger hole for myself as I ask invasive questions that are not of my concern.

“Why does that matter? I wanted to tell you I have chosen who I wanted as my mate.” She recovers from her confusion quickly but overshares as most humans are known to do, but the fact that she was sharing this with me had me confused, was she wanting to rub it in my face, or did she genuinely not know what to do.

“Congratulations.” I mustered up enough strength to mention that word without putting much emotion behind it, struggling to keep my face from forming a scowl, now all I had to do was attempt to say goodnight and leave and force myself to move on while she remained happy. I turned once more and attempted to leave but she runs up to me and steps in front of me, preventing me from reaching Seze.

“Why are you so quick to run off, you don’t even know who it is.” She asks with the sweetest voice clearly holding some hurt in it and my ears flicker, my tail flicking behind me in annoyance with myself knowing I had caused her some kind of pain, but the movement was hidden behind my body.

“I would rather not stay here when Jake arrives and the two of you-“

“Jake?” The confusion drips off her voice like honey. “You mean Jake Sully, Jake?” She states again and the confusion was now evident on her face, her eyes squinting slightly, amusement swimming in her eyes as she laughs lightly. I scoff and switch my weight over toward my other foot as I cross my arms, how much longer was she going to prevent me from being able to go to sleep?

“What other Jake would there be?” I asked but the sudden thought that she might have been interested in a Na’vi entered my mind, but there could have been no way, unless I had been blinded and she was excellent at keeping things hidden.

But many thoughts entered my mind when it came to her stealth like the time she had attempted to grab an arrow just to shoot it past the target and warn the other sturmbeest around that hunters were near. The time she quite literally attempted to walk near the lake when I had already told her to be cautious of her steps and she got her foot caught on one of the many roots sticking up from the ground, only to fall face first into the water, Jake immediately laughing at her antics as she pulled herself out of the situation and stated she wasn’t used to being that tall. The time she flung her body off the vines in an attempt to beat Jake in a race they set themselves, only for her body to continue falling off the tree because that vine wasn’t hanging onto anything sturdy. There was no way she could have expertly hidden a secret courtship with anyone I knew.

“Jake is too busy making goo-goo eyes at Tsu’tey to come here at the moment.”

“Whoever you have chosen is due here soon and I need to leave before they get here.” I stated already having had enough of whatever this game was. She seemed to sense my anger because her face falls into the same kind of face she uses on children when she attempts to soothe them if they’re crying.

“I choose you, Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo’at’ite.” She stated quietly, yet this was the first I had ever heard her speak my full name. She had been the one to ask what my name was when her and Jake were put under mine and Tsu’tey’s watch but when she attempted to say it, she butchered it badly, I wonder how long she had been practicing to get it right.

My arms uncross as she says that and I stand there very slowly processing what she had said. Not having much of a reaction because this felt like a dream. Here in a second I would probably wake up and this would all be over and she would be in someone else’s arms.

“If you’ll have me as well, of course.” She breaks the silence, but has grabbed a hold of her hands and started playing with them, something Jake said she does when she gets nervous. I could only look up at her with a blank expression because the great mother must have heard my prayers and decided to answer them tonight.

“You choose me?” I asked to make sure I had understood her and wasn’t something that could have easily been a mistranslation on her part, although I knew that was stupid because she spoke near perfect Na’Vi after all of our lessons, she uses the proper pronunciation and places the words in the correct order. She closes her mouth as she nods, humming with her words the way humans do when they are agreeing with a statement, something I learned from them.

“Only if you wish to be mine as well.” She had placed her hands down by her sides but her nails were digging into her thighs, she seemed too nervous to have been making a joke out of the situation, and she must have flown not too long after myself to get here that quickly, she probably wouldn’t have had time to check to see if I had truly gone to sleep and had most likely gone after me or caught me taking flight with Seze.

I could feel my face soften intensely the longer I stared down into her face and all of my emotions going on high alert, I wanted to cry from overwhelming happiness. How could someone as sweet, gentle, nurturing, and caring as her want to be with me after how I had treated her? I had purposely giving her a harsh work load when it came to learning the ways of the people and she had taken it all and worked it out bit by bit, never bothering to call me any names.

“You are certain of this?” I ask her without having let her know how I felt about it and she nods.

“You do understand the implications of this, right?” I asked and again, she nods.

“We only mate with one person for the entire life.” I stated and yet again she nods.

“You’re all I’ll ever truly need.” She responds quickly, as if the words had left her mouth without the thought running by her head beforehand, I’m surprised at how certain she was.

“I was under the impression you needed-“

“You were wrong.” She licks her lips tentatively and seems shocked at interrupting me but steps forward confidently.

“I can apologize, I can show you how I feel, but I need to know if you choose me as well.” She reaches a hand out and hesitates to place it on my shoulder, drawing it back but before I can show my disappointment she places it on my cheek, I look back at her and feel a swell in my chest knowing how well we must have taught her.

She was waiting for me to say I accepted before doing anything, the definition of a wonderful person, someone willing to accept defeat. Her face coming close to mine but stopping, her breath hitches slightly as my hand is placed on the arm she has on my cheek, waiting to see if I was planning on pulling her hand from my face, but I don’t, her eyes had closed as she exhales.

“How can you possibly show how you feel without words?” I teased and watch as her own ears flicker, her tail dancing behind her in frustration, a smile etches on my face in triumph at teasing her.

“Tiri, please.” She begs as her fingers stiffen on my cheek, her other hand clenching into a fist to stop herself from doing anything she might regret and I feel as if she’d had her fill of torture, placing my other hand on her cheek and returning the gesture, she opens her eyes to look at me in awe.

“I already have.”

The smallest of exhales left her mouth before she looked at my lips and brought her head forward, sealing our lips in a kiss, her other hand placing itself on my waist to bring me in closer. She surprises me by prodding her tongue on my lower lip but I open my mouth up either way and allow her to explore what will belong to her in a few short seconds.

I guided our bodies down to the mossy undergrowth and had us both sitting on our knee’s as our kissing had grown heavy. Her hand had abandoned it’s post on my cheek and trailed down toward my waist pulling me closer to her but I had taken this time to pull away from our kiss to look in her eyes, instinctively grabbing my braid, pulling it forward.

She eyes my actions as she pants heavily but leans back to grab her own kuru and watches as I bring mine close and she repeats the action, letting our tendrils dance around each other and finally grasp on and never letting go. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding as I can feel the depth of her thoughts, emotions, her past, the things she had experienced all playing out before me. But the one feeling I could pick up over everything else was an intense feeling of love and adoration for me, I could see the way her thoughts played memories of how she had seen me when I was teaching her the ways of our people, and she has felt this way for a while.

She had let out a whine upon our tendrils hugging tightly and I knew she could feel my overpowering emotions, her panting had grown heavier once we’d made tsahyelu and I could feel a surge of heat running between my legs. I place my hand on her cheek and coo at how she was reacting like she was receiving pleasure beyond compare, her hooded eyes meeting mine, her pupils blown wide, it made me feel good knowing this is how we made one another feel with our bond alone.

“I still need to make it up to you.” She says and I tilt my head to the side slightly, as if asking her what she meant.

“I made you think I liked him, I should have just told you how I felt from the beginning.” She stated while gently pushing against my breast bone, her actions indicating she wanted me to lay on the floor. Another hot surge of energy had shot through my core and I moaned freely, getting comfortable but sitting up on my elbows.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I had no idea what she was planning.

“You ever been ate out before?” She asks but the english term falls off of her lips and I have to admit I’ve never heard of those words together during a situation as intimate as this one so I shake my head and she smirks as she lays herself on her belly in front of me.

“Let me be the first- and only- to show you how I can apologize without words.” She stated as her hand slid down toward the knot keeping my loin cloth together without my knowing, she managed to slide the front part off before laying down once more, spreading my legs.

“Lay down baby,” the English term of endearment has my heart fluttering but I was still confused as to where this was going, I listen to her and lie on my back, feeling her excitement through our bond and her breath between my legs, I lift my head to stop her from continuing down that route but felt her tongue prod out and tease the edge of my lip.

My breath hitching at the foreign feeling but not completely hating it. The wet muscle glazing over the outside of my lips making me itch for more, I felt she had been teasing on purpose, her tongue lightly swishing around and over the other lip, at the point she finished making her way around, she flattens her tongue and repeats the action.

No words are shared between us as she continues and I can feel my impatience settling in as my hips attempt to move to get her to give me more. I let out a low moan as her tongue glides toward my slit, finally dipping it past the lips gently.

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I’d taken my time teasing around the lips of her pussy until her hips were moving to get me to touch her needy clit. I figured she wasn’t in the mood to be teased all night and placed my tongue on her slit, applying a small amount of pressure and gathering the smallest bead of her slick on my tongue, groaning at the taste, sliding my tongue higher and finding her hardened nub standing at attention and quivering once my tongue touches it.

I could feel the flutters of the effect my tongue was making on her through our bond, surprised at how deeply I could feel these things, unaware that they would feel as though I were doing them on myself. She gasps, letting out the softest moan and stopping herself, her ears flickering in embarrassment but it makes me smile. I gently pat the side of her thighs that meets her ass to tell her to keep it up, I didn’t need to embarrass her further by talking about it, she was a shy thing.

I look up past her mound and see her eyes staring back at mine, she had been biting her lip and her hands had been underneath her own thighs in an attempt to keep herself spread for me. I hadn’t realized my own slick had started pooling in my loin cloth to the point where it was dribbling down my thighs and I felt my hips have a mind of their own as they moved against the ground and the soft moss below me.

I smile up at her and dip my tongue back low to gather her slick and groan at the taste enveloping my tastebuds, placing my hands to gently push her thighs further apart, digging my face further in and trailing my tongue entirely against her slit and applying my slick covered tongue on her clit.

“Oh great mother,” She squeezes the words past her lips before it sticks between her teeth, her fangs poking out and her grip on her own thighs tightens, her nails digging into the beautiful dark blue skin I’d grown to love. I sit on my knees and catch her eyes staring into mine as I use my hand to unstick her lips from her teeth, leaning over to kiss her, keeping true to my word and not saying anything as I settled back down between her legs.

“Okay,” She nods in understanding, the same feeling coming through our bond, I take the one hand from her thigh and let her hand rest on my head and place my mouth back over her pussy, getting lost in the taste and enjoying myself more than I should, drawing small figure eights on her clit and hearing her moans as her nails dig into my scalp, my own moans of pleasure from the slight sting on my head coursing through me unexpectedly and feeling Neytiri buck her hips harshly against my tongue.

Her thighs were starting to close harshly around my head as she continues bucking her helps relentlessly against my mouth. I allowed her to squeeze my head with her strong, lean, beautiful thighs, hooking my hands around them and holding onto them for dear life. I apply suction on her sensitive bud and hear a mixture of Na’vi curses, thanking Eywa for different reasons, and threatening my life if I dared to stop at that moment. I look back up and see her eyes are closed tightly, feeling over joyed that I had managed to bring her to this point with my tongue alone.

My own hips had started grinding faster onto the ground beneath me as I picked up my pace with my tongue and pulling her hips closer to my face, willing her orgasm to crash over me. Her bucking hips had already made it hard to contain the slick that had spread over my face but I didn’t mind one bit. My name started falling off her lips like chants of prayer and it has replaced any other words she was able to form, her eyes squeezing shut as she focuses on her erratic hip movements against my face. My own pleasure sneaking up on me as I humped the ground pathetically.

The feeling of our orgasms taking over the bond and the blinding white light behind our eyelids overtaking every sensation we had. I continued giving harsh licks as she came down from her high, focusing more on her and her pleasure than the movement of my hips, as I too clamped around nothing. Making sure to give her softer licks as her orgasm started easing away and she came to her senses, her eyes fluttering open gingerly, blinking tiredly as she looks over to find my eyes.

“I would be a fool to not forgive you after that.”

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summary: sometimes dick appointments don't go as planned... cw: fembodied!reader, there is ZERO plot, pwp, smut, fwb!samuel, fwb!eli, fwb!johan, fwb!jake, reader really said why have one bitch when you can have four-, fivesome-ish...each of the crew heads take turns with reader, mentions of masturbation, oral (f and m receiving), fingering (f receiving), lazy handjobs and blowjobs, c*ck drunk reader tbh, p in v, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, degrading dirty talk...mostly from samuel, jake calls reader 'pretty girl' once, everyone is 18+, bukakke ending, honestly there's a lot going on let me know if i missed anything. wc: 4.2k words that's crazy bc i shortened this by a lotttt. an: absolute insanity and peak degeneracy. a late merry christmas and an early happy new years from me to yall hehehe.

“And here I thought, my favorite slut was just a cute nickname for you. I never would have guessed that you were running around fucking these punks when I was too busy for you.” Samuel laughs dryly, his jaw clenching as his eyes drift over the other crew heads.

Eli was just some runaway. Johan was a crybaby. But Jake Kim was a part of your little roster? You knew better than to even mention Jake around Samuel, but the fact you more than likely compared them when you talked about your sexual escapades with your friends was enough to get him seething with rage.

It was truly an unfortunate coincidence when you sent a text to all four of your fuck buddies telling them to come over on the same day. While juggling so many guys at once, you anticipated that at some point, you would fuck up and remember wrong details about the wrong guy or even call one of them the wrong name at least once. But to screw up on this scale was beyond your imagination; you blame your overly chaotic life that caused you to seek out relief in the form of casual sex. Besides your schedule being all over the place and causing conflict, each of these men catered to a specific need you had.

Samuel provided you with rough, degrading sex that left you drunk on his cock. Johan gave you the illusion of having some sense of control in your life as you basically coached him into being the perfect fuck. Eli easily played the role of being a friend you happened to sleep with—oftentimes, him being the one you try out your new tricks with— And last but definitely not least, Jake was the one who could give you both a shoulder to cry on and a dick to ride on after a long day. They all had their own quirks and strengths that catered to whatever you needed throughout the week. Trying to pick a favorite was out of the question because you weren’t sure if you felt emotional attachment to any of them. There were no blurred lines or confusing boundaries, the basis of your relationship with all of them was just sex. And all four of them were good in bed or else you wouldn’t have bothered to keep their numbers.

“Well, now what? This isn’t the first time we’ve met under strange conditions and it probably won’t be the last.” Eli says, his tone even but with a flair of nonchalance as he sits down on your couch and looks at the other men in your living room.

Samuel alone is able to make the atmosphere tense with his disdain for Jake but everyone else in the room seems to be more baffled by the current situation you’re all in. It’s almost comical but it’s more awkward than anything and you wish the ground would swallow you whole.

“I came all this way to get my dick sucked and I don’t wanna leave with blue balls so, if you all could kindly fuck off—” Johan states bluntly only for Samuel to interject.

“What do you think I’m here for? Do you think I came to have a meeting with you fuckers again?”

Jake who had been silently off in the corner, mind going at a hundred miles per hour as he contemplated his relationship with you after finally digesting the fact he had been sharing you with three other people, suddenly speaks up. When you hear the words that fall past his beautifully flawed lips, you swear that he has finally lost his mind. And to make matters worse, it seems like the madness is shared when everyone including Samuel agrees after taking a few moments to deliberate amongst each other; blatantly leaving you out of the conversation and not letting you know their gameplan.

Who would have thought that this day would be the ultimate test of how well these four could work together? Hands are all over your body, impatiently pushing you down the hall to your room and sitting you down at the ledge. Filling the spots on the bed on either side of you are Samuel and Jake; Samuel moving quickly to make the first move and assert his dominance. Inked hand roughly grabbing you by the chin, he turns your head to face him so he can plant his lips on yours. Lips parting in a salacious moan from his treatment, he seizes the opportunity to force his tongue into your mouth; tasting you before you could be tainted by one of the other three men surrounding you. Though Samuel is adamant on staking his claim on you first, Jake has no problem latching his lips onto the exposed column of your neck. The way his lips gently feather across your skin to make you squirm then gradually get more intense is the complete opposite of how Samuel is fierce with you from the get go but they both share the talent of easily turning you into a mindless, lust drunk mess with just their lips. With so many hands on you, you can’t tell who’s unbuttoning your shirt or who’s hands are snaking up your skirt to tease you through your underwear. You barely have any time to process Samuel pulling away from your lips because Jake occupies them as soon as the opportunity arises. You think you can recognize the feel of Samuel’s palms cupping your breasts and treating the tender flesh as stress balls. And you’re almost certain that it’s Johan who’s kneeling between your legs, pressing his face into your panty clad pussy while Eli is off to the side, keeping your legs spread.

It’s only after Samuel’s hands have freed the supple skin of your tits and you have him and Jake latching on to your nipples, you’re able to see what’s going on to confirm everyone’s position. Even with the fabric barrier of your underwear, the way that Johan was greedily slurping your arousal through the fabric had your head lolling around dumbly. Your body was burning hot and the temperature was only rapidly increasing due to all the hands and mouths currently on you. Samuel’s tongue flickers over the perky bud of your nipple, leaving tepid trails of saliva in its wake. Jake’s mouth was surrounding the other, every so often grazing his teeth along the sensitive skin. When you look over at Eli with apologetic eyes, he only gives you a sly smile as his hand strokes your inner thigh; silently letting you know that you would always be worth the wait for him.

So greedy to feel as much of you as possible, when Samuel moves back to your lips and Eli is able to have a taste of your breasts. Getting in just a few sucks and bites, Eli is more interested in getting back between your thighs when he sees Johan pushing your panties to the side. Kissing his way down from your chest and his lips marking every patch of skin exposed by your haphazardly arranged clothing, Eli’s teeth skim along your thigh and cause you to shudder.

The moment Johan’s pretty fingers spread apart your sticky folds, everyone momentarily halts what they’re doing to look at the sight in awe before everything ramps up in intensity and your clothes are being pulled off your body. Easing a finger into your slick hole, Johan begins to move it in and out of you steadily; basking in the sensation of your tight walls stretching to accommodate the intrusion of the lone digit. Not too long after that, he’s grabbing you by the thighs and yanking you forward until your back falls flat against the mattress, your upper body no longer propped up Samuel and Jake. Even with the adjustment in position, Jake’s mouth had remained stuck on your chest; finally able to cup both tits in his hands when Samuel sits back on his knees after deciding he wanted something else, reaching for your hand and guiding it to palm the bulge in his boxers.

Attention disproportionately divided between the four men as their hands needily grope you, Johan occupies the most of it when his fingers enter you again. Palm facing up with his ring and middle fingers pressing against the spongy spot within your walls, your breathing is uneven with moans getting stuck in your throat. His fingers don’t move particularly fast or deep but they apply a consistent pressure against your sweet spot that makes your thighs shake and would have had your hips bucking if Eli wasn’t the one keeping your lower body firmly pinned against the mattress and your panties out of the way for Johan. With just a few firm pushes into the same spot, Johan makes your pussy squirt and Eli is quick to lean in and claim the first taste of your honey; earning a small glare from the man who had actually brought you to your orgasm. Immediately after Eli pulls away, Johan’s tongue is lapping at your clit to taste your release. Fingers still inside you, Johan repeats his same movements from earlier to make more of your nectar spill out of you before he leans in to drink your juices straight from the source.

“Open up, sweetheart.” Eli coos softly to get your attention, now kneeling beside you with his cock out which you respond to by gently holding the base of his length and guiding it into your mouth.

Only a few seconds into sucking on Eli, you feel Samuel slapping the heavy tip of his own erection against your cheek until you turn to him and give him the same treatment. You try your best to simultaneously stroke both of them and alternate giving them your mouth, but Johan is still having his fun between your legs and playing with your sensitive pussy, in search of other spots to make you see stars. At this point, any type of contact on your private parts gets you to thresh and writhe; your brain so muddled that it takes Eli and Samuel constantly reminding you that you were supposed to be giving them your mouth.

Things had just started and you were already drowning in your own sea of selfish pleasure. Pushing you to lay on your side and accentuating the natural curves of your ass and hips, you watch with hazy eyes as Eli and Johan switch positions; Johan presenting his hard length before you to which you thoughtlessly take in your mouth while Eli’s tongue ravenously licking up the trail of wetness that dripped from your pussy to your puckered asshole that was now easily accessible to him. Your eyes roll back in your head at the feel of Eli eating you out so hungrily. By no means was Johan bad with his mouth and fingers, but Eli was simply a more seasoned lover. With enough practice, the two would be on similar playing fields at some point because they had a similar wild streak masked by their pretty faces. Messily smearing your arousal all over the place, the dominant sensation in your lower half is wet and downright sloppy. There’s a gentle pulsing within you due to the back to back orgasms brought to you by Johan’s fingers, but it is quickly diminishing and being replaced by a new coil of heat building in your stomach.

Right when you think you’re gonna cum on Eli’s tongue, you see quick movement out of the corner of your eye.

“I can’t fucking wait anymore.” You hear Samuel growl.

Impatiently shoving Eli out of the way and lining his length up to your hole, sinking into you with one harsh thrust and starting off at a mean pace. The sudden stretch of Samuel’s cock stings like it always does, but with how wet you are and how heavy his thrusts are, he slips right in. With your senses zeroing in on the intrusion of Samuel’s length, your mouth comes off of Johan, only leaving him with the remnants of your saliva to lubricate his shaft as he jerks off to you being filled by Samuel.

“Fucking pathetic. Inviting all your fuck buddies over and you can’t even mulitask.” Samuel chuckles darkly, giving your ass several hefty slaps that leave the skin stinging with an almost pleasant burn.

Dizzy from all the movement and finding yourself on your back again when Samuel’s hands push both your thighs against the mattress so he could plow deep into you, watching your pussy greedily swallow his length. After observing from the sidelines for a bit, Jake joins in on the action and offers his thigh to rest your head on; the exchange being that your mouth was solely his for the moment. The lips on your face being stretched around Jake’s length while your lower lips were being plundered by Samuel, the sound of your moans have died out and the soundtrack of your bedroom consists of the sound of your poor bedframe trying not to break, wet skin slapping against each other with the low moans and groans of each of your fuck buddies. You don’t have to look at Johan or Eli to know that they were taking a breather, idly stroking their own lengths to the sight of you being wrecked by the two former colleagues.

No one says anything but everyone can see it on your face. When your mind is venturing off into space as Samuel fucks your brains out, all it takes it Jake gently caressing your cheek or your stroking your hair to bring you back to Earth; looking up at Big Deal’s leader with a more affectionate expression while you suck him off. Of course, Samuel is the only one bothered by this minor quirk; plowing into you harder and deeper like he was trying to ruin your pussy for everyone else by molding you to only take him. But all his brutal thrusts do is knock the wind out of you, making it impossible to warn him before he’s pushing you to your orgasm and causing your walls to squeeze so tight, it forces his cock out as your juices are expelled from your loins.

“You couldn’t hold it just a little longer, nasty slut?” Samuel groans, giving you another harsh slap but this time on your thigh as he reluctantly pulls away from you.

The sight of your orgasm signaled that Samuel’s turn was up and since Jake was the closest, he’s quick to claim his spot between your spread thighs, slowly easing himself into your sensitive pussy. As much as it irritates to see Jake so eager to take his place, Samuel moves off to the side; hand wrapping around his angry cock to maintain his hardness. Seeing how Johan and Eli were holding up with only a fraction of his frustration, Samuel started to wonder what kind of things you got up to with either one of the two for them to be so patient in this situation.

On a regular day, Jake would be better at taking his time with you and building up to a pace that brings you to your sweet release but after waiting so long to feel you and feeling the way your love canal rhythmically throbs around his cock after your finish, it’s like you have him in a trance. Not as rough as Samuel, but definitely more aggressive than his usual self, Jake thrusts into you needily. Your wanton moans mixing in with Jake’s are loud enough to drown out the sound of your bed squeaking in protest. Body so high strung, it comes as no surprise that you can only hold out for so long before you’re calling out Jake’s name between breathy whimpers.

“What is it, pretty girl?” He asks you, voice wavering ever so slightly as your walls squeeze him even tighter and become more slick around him; his body torn between pushing deeper into your pulsing heat or halting his movements.

“I’m gonna cum again—” You pant, looking up at him with glossy eyes to top off your sheepish expression; feeling bad for making him wait so long just to barely get any time with you. But Jake could never be mad at you for cumming too soon on his cock. The warmth of your walls gave him a comfort that simply couldn’t compare to other one night stands he had been with. Even in this situation where he had to share you, bringing you to orgasm filled his chest with pride just the same.

Reaching between your bodies, his thumb gently toys with your swollen clit in time with his thrusts, causing a shrill yelp to pour from your lungs before you tremble beneath him, your hips bucking wildly and your walls wrapped around him like you were made for him, it almost tempts into finishing inside you, but he swiftly pulls away. Dick throbbing after being denied of his own climax, his hand wraps around the end of his shaft, lightly squeezing the tip as he looks toward Eli and Johan to see who would call next.

Despite his eagerness to kick everyone out of your apartment earlier so he could have you to himself, Johan lets Eli go first. Not out of politeness but simply because making mental notes of how everyone else treated your body. Johan may have been at a disadvantage by not having as much experience under his belt as the others, but he was able to make up for it with how quick he learned by observing. Watching the same type of porn you liked may might have given him some insight to what gets you off; however it just didn’t compare to actually seeing in real time how you liked to be fucked.

Eli moves between your legs, ready to mount you until the wetness of the sheets against his skin nags at him. There had been countless times where he had been able to make a mess of you like this on his own but something about having to kneel in a puddle of your juices that were coaxed out of you by someone else bugs him.

“God, it’s wet everywhere. You’re so messy.” Eli teases softly, plucking you off your mattress and hooking your thigh around his arm as he stands at the end of your bed frame.

With you no longer laying down, everyone is able to see the faint outline of your figure created by you sweating on the sheets along with the sizable dark, wet stain of your orgasms. It’s so vulgar and dirty, but it’s exactly the type of thing that seems to boost morale amongst the men and make them even more eager to wreck you.

Balancing yourself on just one foot, it’s up to Eli to keep you stable; one hand tightly gripping your thigh and the other keeping a vice hold on your ass. The moment he sinks into you, your body tenses for just a moment before relaxing in his arms. Being taken at this angle somehow manages to wipe more thoughts from an already barren mind. You feel Eli’s length pummeling deep inside of you, you feel his lips ghosting along your neck and jaw but it’s almost as if there’s disconnect between your mind and body. You can’t even think about how loud you’re being and if you keep it up, you might end up with a sore throat because your moans just keep tumbling carelessly.

Rutting into you with the perfect balance of passion and primal instinct, Eli genuinely contemplates giving you a nice, warm load right into your cervix so you’d have to keep him around. The only thing that stops him from asking if you want his seed at that moment is the fact that there were three other guys coping with varying levels of sexual frustration and would throw a fit if he came inside you so soon. In the back of his mind, Eli was more than ready to creampie you if you had begged even just a little.

You don’t even have to string together the words to warn Eli that you were on the verge of another explosive orgasm. He could see it all over your face. He could feel it in how you clutched onto his shoulders and dug your nails into the skin. And the most damning of all, everyone could hear the way your moans escalated in pitch and volume. Your body feels like jelly as you gush all over his length, the only thought in your head wondering how were you going to make it through the rest of the night if things continued on like this?

After Eli pulls out of you, it’s a literal hand off to Johan; feeling God Dog’s leader put his hands on your waist then bend you over while your hands still clung to Eli. Rough fingertips dig into the meat of your hip as Johan establishes a firm hold on your body, he pushes his hips forward; the harsh thrust cushioned by the softness of your ass. You gasp loudly, not expecting the tip of his cock to hit your sweet spot right away. If he continued to fuck you at this angle, there was no way you wouldn’t come apart with just a few more thrusts—Johan knows that and quite frankly, doesn’t care— It’s proven when he gives you a few experimental bucks of his hips and feels the telltale sensation of your walls clamping down on his cock that lets him know you had orgasmed. With how quickly you cum, your jaw hangs open in shock and no one else is the wiser so Johan continues to lose himself in the sensation of your warm, wet heat.

“How are you still so fucking tight?” Johan groans out, a delirious laugh rumbling in the back of his throat while he ruts into you, pushing so deep that his full balls are squished up against your swollen pussy lips. “Is it because you’re waiting for someone to bust inside you?” He says, leaning in to whisper the words into your ear.

You lose count of how many times you cum on Johan’s cock alone but at this point, your walls are so sensitive that even with the undulating, rapid movements of his hips, you feel every vein and ridge rubbing up against you.

“N-no…” You whimper, despite the very obvious spasming of your walls after hearing his question.

“Just say the word and I’ll fill you up-”

“If you cum inside, we’re kicking you out.” Jake quickly cuts in after overhearing the brief exchange between you and Johan.

Rolling his eyes at the latter’s comment, Johan promptly shoves you off his cock; not wanting to deal with the bickering that would ensue if he were to finish inside you like he wanted. Never empty for long, as soon as someone pulls out of you, someone else is filling you up again or moving you into another position before entering you again. It’s truly a group effort to remind you to use your mouth or hands on the other guys when you have one of them balls deep in your pussy, your mind long gone and in a depraved daze.

It’s only when you get to a point of being barely able to keep your eyes open, your bedroom is filled with an urgency to finish before your body finally gives out. It had been in the middle of one of Eli’s turns when everyone quietly came to the decision to wrap things out and he pulled out of you, your body tiredly sprawled out on the soiled sheets. Everyone stands around you and furiously jerks their dicks before you feel splashes of warmth all over various parts of your body. Even though your vision was mostly fuzzy by now, you could tell by just the locations who finished where. Samuel made sure to paint your face, uncaring of whether he got it in your hair or eyes but ensuring he slapped his tip on your tongue as he shot out the final rope. Eli came all over the outside of your pussy, fondly smiling at the sight as he did so. Jake had mostly aimed for your chest; letting a few stray ropes spray over the lower portion of your face because he knew it would get a rise out of Samuel. And Johan had opted to leave a nice pool of his seed right above your navel since your ass wasn’t an option for him today.

Fucked out and exhausted, you stumble to the bathroom to get yourself cleaned up and make it clear that they needed to change your bedding for you before they left. Once that’s all done, you don’t even bother saying bye to any of your fuckbuddies since it was a normal part of your routine to send them away after cleaning up. You hear your front door slam shut, the electronic deadbolt automatically locking it for you and you assume everyone has left so you could go to sleep but the sound of footsteps approaching your bedroom again makes you slowly sit up and look toward your doorframe.

You thought you didn’t have a favorite crew head, but when you see that he’s the one who decided to stay behind, you perk up as you welcome him back into your bed. Whether it was simply enjoying each other’s company or just resting before going for another round of sex, you’re glad it’s with him.

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Holaa! 🐏 I have finally finished editing the 8 part of this, it's quite long (compared to the others), so it probaby has more grammar mistakes since I kind of hate editing (YES I KNOW I ALREADY SAID THAT BEFORE BUT I REALLY REALLY HATE IT).

So, having said that: would you still read this Fanfic if I keep with the angst instead of moving on to the comfort were a worm?

👉🏻👈🏻 🪱

Flashbacks are written indented (this time heheh).

Also, this was not suppose to be a replaced!Au I fucking swear over all my forgotten wips, don't blame the fic, blame my writer skills JAJSJAJ so, no, Mc is not replaced. This trope is more like a ✨ misundertanding Replaced!Au ✨

Happy ending of course, I don't want to cry.

Finally, this part takes place after the little fight with Lucifer (part 6), we get to see what they did and thought.

Get out of my way 🌈

The Seven Lords of hell were hopeless, who would believe that being ageless hadn’t taught them a single damn thing about facing their emotions? It seems the safest option is to bury your feelings deep down until they come out like a grown-up angry demon.

Everyone in the house of lamentation heard your fight with Lucifer, it wouldn't be a surprise if all the shouting made its way to the castle as well.

Belphegor had remained with his face buried in the soft cow-print pillow, listening to every word with a calm he was far from feeling. When your voice broke, his fragile comfort broke too, he didn't try to lay his head again. He knew rest wouldn’t come soon.

Beelzebub was exercising, lifting weights. It wasn't unusual to hear Lucifer’s scolding, quite the opposite he dares to say. What was unfitting was hearing you scream with such anger and sadness. It brought him to a halt. As worried as he’d felt, he remained still with his arms holding the heavy weight.

While the silence filled the room and your voice faded, he felt the barbell was too much to bear, though he wasn't sure if it was the bar or the ominous silence that engulfed him.

Asmodeus absolutely hates being disturbed while painting his nails. Almost always ruins his ever perfect manicure, this time was no different. He was ready to complain to whoever was making such a fuss until he heard you. What do you mean by “forgotten about you” ? They would never do that! They love you more than their own sins! He's always pampering you with gifts and attention!

Just yesterday he had thought you would look great in the red suit he saw at the mall, he hadn't bought it tho. But what about those dramatic black shoes he saw at your favorite store! He frowned, slowly realizing he hadn't bought anything for you in quite some time. But you would never resent him for something material.

He bit his nails trying to remember the last time you both spend a full day together. Asmodeus averted his reflection in the mirror, how terrible it would be to see the truth in his own eyes.

Leviathan couldn't stop looking at the 'GAME OVER' screen in front of him. You called them a “Bunch of liars” that's not true! They love you, he loves you. You're his second player, his Henry. He looked at your empty place and wondered why you weren’t with him, why were you fighting Lucifer instead?

“My honorable Lord of Shadow, would you honor me?” You passed the controller to him, silently begging with your eyes, more than 1 hour stuck at the same level.

“Nu-uh. I must deny your request, my dear friend Henry” He said as he easily dodged an empty bottle of water. “Help me pass the level, you ass.” “I can't. This is for your own good.” But you didn’t miss the hint of doubt in his eyes.

“Pleaseee??” Leviathan tried, he really did. It's not his fault but muscle memory doing its job. “Thank you, Levi. You're the best!”

How did he even manage to win the game in less than 5 minutes?! Why are you laying your head on his shoulder?! He's going to collapse at any moment now.

“You'll always help me, right? With you, I'll never lose any game.”

He blushed just remembering. Still, your words echoed in his mind “Bunch of liars.” and the big and awful words remained on T.V.

'GAME OVER'

Will you give him another life? A second chance to win you over? Did he just lose in the stupidest way ever?

Satan arrived at HoL, accompanied by Sc. He couldn't shake the pain that had settled inside him back in the library. “I feel so abandoned.” He's surprised by his own stupidity.

How could he have treated you like that? Invalidating your feelings, it was more than simply jealousy, much more than that. You felt lonely, excluded, abandoned.

“Shut up, Satan.” “You need to rest, you are human.” You pretended to ignore him as you continued reading. “Really? I hadn't noticed. I thought I was an angel.” He chuckled and took the book from your hands.

“You are. My one and only guardian angel.” “Demons don't have guardian angels. Give me back my book.” You were tired but Satan's words were engraved on your heart. He had told you how lonely he had been feeling lately. “SHH.”

He big spoon you. Your head resting on his chest. He started reading for you. “Thanks for being here, Mc.” You shook your head, already halfway into dreamland.

“No, Satan. Thanks for letting me be here.”

“They were reading... 'How to get ride of annoying demons' heh, they want to get rid of us.” The mere thought of letting you go hurt him to the core, steals all his wrath and morphed it into pain. “Satan, don't worry. I'm sure everything's going to be alright.”

“I’d read them the instructions for getting rid of our pacts if they just let me hold them close again.” He ran a hand through his hair for the thousandth time.

“Forget it, I would read them every torture method they could use on us. Every curse, each damned echantation to hurt us.” His breathing became erratic as he fought the urge of tearing off his own hair.

“Calm down, Satan! Breathe!” Sc was nervous, she was unaware of how much of your time together she had taken. Now, she felt helpless watching the mess she had unintentionally done.

“What if they decide to leave us?! No, what if they decide to leave me?!” Satan didn’t notice his state, his demon form out. His eyes gleamed dangerously and his fangs showing.

“They won't! We'll talk, this is just a big misunderstanding, okay?” The black-haired lady was honestly terrified, how you manage to calm down seven demons was beyond her comprehension.

She was begging whoever could listen to her, that you would find in yourself the kindness to forgive these idiot demons who know nothing of emotions.

While Sc was outside, confronting a panicked Satan, Mammon was still glued to the same spot where you’d left him. As if your previous order had been for him rather than for Lucifer.

He could barely remember your words, the only thing that occupied his mind was your pained face. Your eyebrows arched to show sorrow, your eyes filled with tears. The way your mouth twisted into a broken smile as you fought back tears.

The saddest smile he had ever seen on you. But the worst of all was the shock, the shock in your eyes.

From his perspective, you looked surprised and frightened in equal measure. Did you realized something? “Mammon, it's okay, alright? Stop crying.” He narrowed his eyes, he saw Lucifer’s worried face apparently calling him but instead of his voice he heard yours.

“They don't mean it, they love you. I love you.” You held his head in your hands, giving him pecks first on his forehead and then all over his face.

“Please, say something.” Mammon had gone quiet after a slightly more violent than usual fight with his brothers, he had run to his room followed by you. His face was blank and you knew that was a bad sign.

“A scumbag and an idiot who can't do shit. A shitty big brother.” He repeated the words and you felt a lump in your throat. “That's stupid. You're none of those things” You wiped the single tear that had slipped down Mammon's cheek.

“You're so smart, very handsome.” You caressed his hair while continuing to praise him. “You are my first! The one who helped me more than anyone.”

“Lucifer saved your life. I couldn't do it, not that time or any other time.” Now his face was an actual waterfall of tears. “You saved me first. I wouldn't have survived the Devildom without a friend. You were the first to offer me your friendship. You're the Great Mammon, remember?”

Because of his tears he saw you with blurry eyes, and for a moment he was speechless. Your eyes were mesmerizing, as if someone had taken a ray of celestial light and shoved it inside them.

The words escaped without him being able to stop them. “You're gorgeous.” You blushed as soon as you heard him and quickly averted his eyes as a small smile appeared on your face. “I said that out loud? No way! It's not true! Y-you heard me wrong! I said that YOU ARE GORGEOUS! wait no-” You roar with laughter like a half-dead seal, but in Mammon’s ears it sounded heavenly and soon he joined.

“I wouldn't trade you for anything, Mammon.”

“I wouldn't trade them for anything, I wouldn't.” Mammon was crying in Lucifer's arms, clinging to him like a lost child. “I swear, Lucifer. Please do something.”

Lucifer felt useless, a complete fool. Why did he ask you such a stupid question? Was it born out of worry and anxiety? You were right, anything could have happen to you.

That's exactly what he fears the most, something or somebody hurt you and he hadn't been there to protect you. He was watching a movie instead, even when he saw you leave he hadn't tried to stop you, why?

He would have preferred you to throw a tantrum, fake everything, whatever to avoid admitting how he had failed you. How he had failed you again.

You were absolutely right, he is arrogant and stupid.

“Don't cry, Mammon. We will talk with them, they'll understand.” Mammon separated from Lucifer’s embrace, shaking his head. “They don't trust us anymore.” Lucifer remembered how you had closed your eyes when he was trying to caress you. The sudden fear in your eyes, the trembling of your legs.

He would never hurt you. Except that he has hurt you plenty of times before. Maybe his father was right all along, he wasn't meant to care and protect, only to kill and destroy.

“Who’s a good demon, hm? Who is it? You! You are a good demon!!” You pat Lucifer's head, smiling so much it almost hurts.

He'd only shared a bottle of wine that he had bought in the human world a long time ago. Who would have thought that you would end up like this? Happily giggling like a toddler.

Lucifer was ashamed and, much to his surprise, amused. “You're bolder than usual, my love.” You sat on his lap and cupped his face, he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch.

“My morning star, so good, what a good demon you are.” His eyes shone when he met yours, he recognized pure love through your gaze, deep and sincere. “I'm not a good demon, Mc. There are not good demons.”

He felt your forehead on his.

“I'm looking at one right now.” He smiled and thought to himself. “If they think so, maybe I can try.”

He's going to try. Lucifer swallowed, his throat still sore. “We'll try, we'll do better.”

Part. 9 ಠ⁠‿⁠ಠ

Thank youuu so much for reading!(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠)♡♡

Taglist: @yuumaofc @kodasstar @asmolover1234 @gallantys @prefesro @urminebutidontwantyou @dearangels

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 4 days

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Now it's your turn :))

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

cactus ⇢ something you’re currently learning (about)?

bamboo ⇢ do you change into a different outfit when you get home?

abelia ⇢ do you have a particular piece of jewelry you always wear or can’t part with?

daffodil ⇢ do you have siblings? if yes, in what ways do you think you’re similar to or different from them?

mahonia ⇢ what place, thing, activity inspires you most and how do you express yourself when it does?

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

edelweiss ⇢ how’d you think of your url/username? what’s it associated with to you?

camellia ⇢ what were you like when you were younger? do you think you’ve changed a lot?

jasmine ⇢ do you have a movie or book you loved but will never watch/read again?

ivy ⇢ what are your ‘tells’ for your emotions and moods? how can someone tell you’re happy, annoyed, upset or tired?

chamomile ⇢ what kind of things do you like receiving as gifts?

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

palm tree ⇢ do you have a fictional villain you shouldn’t like but love regardless?

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

taro ⇢ if someone called you right now to catch up, what’re the things you’d tell them about?

orchid ⇢ Oh gosh, I love sooooo many songs. A song I consider to be perfect... idk. I'll have to say Always Be My Baby by Mariah Carey because it's my current obsession lol.

cactus ⇢ The Philosophy of Love. It's so cool. The Biblical Philosophy of Desire and Knowledge, Plato's Theory of Love and Becoming, The Medieval/Arabian concept of Courtly Love. They are all sooooo cool and sooooo fascinating and I love them all dearly.

bamboo ⇢ I go to school at home so I never really leave. And when I do leave to go somewhere on the weekend or such, I take a shower when I come home.

abelia ⇢ Not really, aside from this sterling silver cross necklace I got for my birthday last year. It's really cool and I love it hehehe

daffodil ⇢ So I have 3, all sisters. I don't really think i'm that similar to my older sister. Aside from sharing the same father, we're pretty different. With my two younger sisters, I look like the older of the two, however I'm nicer like the younger one.

mahonia ⇢ I try to take inspiration from literally everything. So... anything you can imagine lol. Whenever inspriation hits me I just start talking out loud. Usually it becomes a line for a poem. And i just recite that line out loud over and over until i get more lines. And then repeat. Usually i end up with a couple stanzas, constantly editing and revising in my mind the entire time until it's perfect. Or, near perfect as it can get.

chia ⇢ Me and my baby sister (she's 8 but always the baby) will constantly recite Benedick and Beatrice's lines to each other. Especially their first conversation in the play. Much Ado About Nothing is soooooo good loll. And then with @jordie-is-definitely-sane, we have incest is wincest lol. Because I love traumatizing her hehehe

sage ⇢ haha. I can't choose either. How could anyone??? I'm an aspiring actor, poet, and author, so obviously my favorites are theatre, poetry and prose fiction. But also music, paintings, sculpting, dance, et cetera all have such splendid things to offer as well. And i would love to learn how to do them all! They're all art and they all touch somewhere hands can't: into the deepest most inner part of your being. How one can say which is individually more touching? I can't fathom.

edelweiss ⇢ It's just my name + is definitely sane. Which is definitely a lie lol. My older one's were a lot more interesting but because of that i also constantly changed them lol. This one's more basic, but i'm never changing it

camellia ⇢ I'm not sure. I was happier as a kid, I used to run around more and talk more and I had a lot more friends irl. Now? I don't really know how to hold a conversation (T-T), I definitely talk less (not because i have less to say tho lol. Trust me I could talk for hours and I do when i'm alone), I definitely don't run around as much. Tho i'm not as sad about that last one. I have started dancing in the rain again like I used to so that's good :). I still read and write, in fact I do both of those even more then when i was younger. I still find beauty in everything. I still have an incredibly idealized view of nature and childhood. I still have a deep sense of needing to be myself (who that is? idk. but i need to find it) I think deep down I'm the same person. Just, kind of mellowed. I can't think of childhood and growing up without think of Trenton Lee Stewart's Riddle of Ages; he says that he doesn’t believe we become different people as we age. No, he says he believes that we become more people. We’re still the kids we were, but we’re also the people who’ve lived all the different ages since that time. And I think that's a beautiful sentiment.

jasmine ⇢ No. Absolutely not. If I loved it, im going to watch/reread it a thousand more times.

ivy ⇢ Body language, eyes, mouth, tone, the language they use (are they talking differently then usual), hands, etc.

chamomile ⇢ Books, chocolates, sweaters/hoodies, necklaces and bracelets (i love expensive shiny stuff but also that homey handmade stuff. I eat it up), MONEY$$$$$ lol. But like seriously.

aloe vera ⇢ I just want to know and be known. Which, though it sounds really mundane to others, I think is actually one of the most special, transcendental and divine things one can do in life (can you tell I've been studying the philosophy of love lol?). I genuinely believe in the Avicenna's concept of the ennobling power of love. With all of my heart.

palm tree ⇢ I mean... I can't really think of one? I love the Percy Jackson series and I love Luke so, i guess him? I have strong thoughts about him (bbg hates the West so much but is such a western tragic hero lol), he's so fascinating as a character and even moreso as a concept lol

nutmeg ⇢ My rooms pretty basic so no lol.

papyrus ⇢ I don't have one T-T. So i just picked a random song: ICU by Coco Jones. I associate it with @mera-mann-kehne-laga. No context.

taro ⇢ I'd probably tell them that I'm writing poetry, I'm working on 2 books, and that I scored a 28 on the ACT. I'm very bad at conversation so I probably just let them talk and listen to them, ask them questions to prod them, etc.

Thank you for the ask @memory-the-unconscious <333

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Northern Attitude - Locklyle

A/N: ajsdklsd my first locklyle fic!! decided to post this one early (was planning to do this from 20 Dec - 31 Dec) in celebration of 35k signatures WOOO!! very excited heheh I feel this song is rlly very lucy coded so tw self esteem issues? but nothing suicidal. pure angst, ending is a little here and there? not exactly happy but not exactly sad, wc 2.1k!

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"Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not."

- The Secret History, Donna Tartt

The anxiety overwhelmed Lucy as soon as they stepped into the house on their latest case. She swayed dangerously, and her lips parted in surprise, but her grip on the doorframe was enough to steady her. Lockwood's head snapped back reflexively.

"Alright, Luce?"

Lucy nodded weakly, taking a deep breath in.

"Sorry. Didn't mean to linger."

He didn't look fully convinced.

With the days getting shorter and her mind wandering to less-than-favourable places over the past few days, she wasn't in the best emotional shape, even for a flimsy Type One. They walked in further, and the malaise grew stronger. Somewhere to her left, George fidgeted uncomfortably, but it was clear that neither of them had picked up the shift in the air like she had. Lucy closed her eyes. Happy thoughts.

She thought about her sisters, or what she could barely remember of the misshapen motley crew from her earliest days. She thought about the days before she Listened to ghosts, when she listened to the wavering hum of some distant dragonfly skimming over the tops of forbidden ponds. She thought about Norrie, and her team, and how excited they were on the night of their grade three certification. Lucy had been dizzy with glee and whatever was in the drink Norrie had given her, her hand drifting to the hilt of her rapier whenever the conversation ebbed. She couldn't stop smiling. For a moment she felt on top of the world, even if by only two inches. It was something she had earned, something hers to keep.

Then there was the Wythburn Mill incident. She jerked out a hand, trying to regain some grasp on the present as she traced the rough wall, trembling as her mind carried her onwards despite her efforts. That ominous premonition she had felt that day began to swell in her stomach, the feeling that had bred her knee-jerk reaction in the following weeks of considering any sort of malaise synonymous to the siren of death. Even now, if she wasn't too careful at times, she'd struggle to choke out the words to Lockwood and George when she would get too swept away in that unpleasant paralysis.

Her mother had been less than forgiving, which was nothing new. But what she hadn't expected was the cold dread and debilitating survivor's guilt that followed, as the bustling, rosy faces of what was left of her sisters had faded into obscurity. For three days, she had laid in her bed, silent as stone, and on the fourth day she had decided that she could bear this house no longer. She remembered cracking open her bedroom window one last time before leaving, breathing in the distinctly frigid, sterile Northern morning air. There was nothing, not even a single dragonfly, to pierce through the thick quiet.

As she walked away from her home without so much as a backwards glance, some part of her was painfully aware of how deeply ironic it was that she never felt quite as comfortable anywhere as she was whilst leaving. It was a realisation that weighed on her mind even after joining Lockwood & Co, the bogeyman that underpinned her rhythmic yet devoid-of-comfort routine. After every case, every agonised visitor launching themselves at them, she was left with an even stronger turbulence. What was she doing this all for? What happened next? And when would it all end?

The hollow vacuum following the questions was shattered by the spark of a flare that stung the side of Lucy's face. Her mind jumped back to the present, and she fumbled with her rapier for half a second. George lets out a strangled cry and half a minute later, they've bagged the source and the excitement's come to an end.

But on the way home, it felt like the Lurker hadn't truly been put to rest. Lucy ruminated on events she hadn't thought about in months. But one thing was clear: all the roads she's ever taken and all the roads she would take would lead her back to this exact spot - alone. Perhaps it was something implicit in her DNA: Lucy Carlyle did not seem to possess the genetic makeup for love.

It's these thoughts that she's too wrapped up in to pay more than a superficial level of attention to the others. She tosses and turns in bed until she gives up, deciding that a cup of tea was just what she needed.

As she walks down from the attic, there's a rustling in the shadows of the moonlit library. Faint glimmers on dull photographs materialise fleetingly as the figure erratically flips through plastic albums with a feverish intensity. The floorboard creaks as she shifts her weight, making his head snap up. She sees the vague outline of his rigid spine and crossed legs, poised to attack, as if they were still in that house. She steps out of the shadow of the door.

"Luce." He visibly relaxes, but there's still a troubled strain to his gaunt face. "Something wrong?"

"Couldn't sleep, is all."

Lockwood is already unfolding his legs to make room for Lucy as she walks in to sit next to him. He lamely tries to half-close the album, which awkwardly slips off his lap. His mildly pleasant expression does little to distract her from the aggrieved look in his eye. No matter how much he insisted otherwise, she could tell there were times when he felt no bigger or stronger than the small and vulnerable boy forced to grow up uncomfortably fast to fill shoes two sizes too big. They sit in silence for a while, and she argues with herself on how to reach out. She wants to hold his hand and tell him that everything would be alright. She wants him to believe her. She wants to take care of him in a way that matters.

"Do you ever wonder, about your family?"

But a want is a wish, some unrealised dream hovering at the edge of reality. The question catches her off guard, rendering her momentarily speechless. Her mind clouds over with a blurry sort of rage and that alienating grief she's carried with her all the way from Cheviot Hills. She stands up, and a part of Lockwood retreats into himself. There's an injured expression on his face.

"Go to bed, Lockwood." She wishes she knew how to convince him.

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In the morning Lockwood's restless and mopey and an utter pain to deal with. George barely manages to get through breakfast, after which he washes his hands of him and grumbles something about going to the Archives. The last time Lucy had seen him as disagreeable as this was when Holly had placed him on house arrest when she reached her limit with his hacking cough and runny nose. The blow might not have been so terrible, perhaps, if he hadn't had to watch the rest of them continue with their cases without them.

"A whole week, Luce," he had said, with watering eyes and a nose rubbed raw, when George and Holly were away on a case. Of the three of them, Lucy was surprisingly the most sympathetic to his plight, but only because she understood the agony of being cooped up. "What am I supposed to do for a week?"

"I don't know. Have a rest, maybe? Relax, read a book, like a normal person?"

He laughed bitterly, staring out the window with his back turned to her. It makes him look vaguely unfamiliar. "I'm happier out there than I could ever be in here."

An uncomfortable silence follows, littered with the muffled sounds of the sleepy traffic outside their windows. She knew he didn't mean it. She hoped he didn't mean it. He turned to stare at a picture frame on his nightstand defiantly.

"I don't want to waste the life I've left staying shut up inside when I could be out there, making it all...worth it. Worth something."

He hadn't clarified, and she hadn't needed him to. She sees him, six years old, far too young to be forging an enemy fused to his lifeblood for the next fifteen years. She sees the grief, the anger, the thirst for vengeance, for retribution over what was stolen from him. She sees the tarnished walls closing in on him and the way their history weighs on him. A memory of what he can't let go of but is already forgetting, if the tremble in his hands as he flipped through the photo album had been any indication.

But she pretends she doesn't see any of it, because that's easier than figuring out what to do with the rage that flickers inside her.

"You're being awfully dramatic over a...a week."

He had rolled his eyes, peeling away the hair plastered to his clammy forehead. "You'd be too if George kept trying to boil you alive with blankets."

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Now, a cold silence settles over 35 Portland Row. She finds him in the living room, and she thinks she's done a wonderful job at sneaking in until his rough voice startles her.

"I didn't mean to upset you last night." He seems astonishingly fragile and wholly disinterested, brooding at the window. It gives her a sickening feeling of deja vu. "I can really put my foot in it."

"S'alright."

He continues to stare lifelessly out the window, long enough to stir some urgency in Lucy. She isn't sure how to make it better, but knows she can make it worse. It holds her back.

"Well, if you ever wanted to...talk..."

She couldn't go any further. How could she, when she and the unfeeling Northern air were one and the same? But with Lockwood...she wanted to ache for him, cry for him. He speaks to the window pane aggressively.

"What?"

"George and I-"

He exhales derisively, and her quick temper rears its ugly head.

"It's not our fault you're an emotionally stunted twat-"

"Like you're any better."

"We're trying our best-"

"Then why won't you listen for longer than two seconds?"

Some mild reaction must have passed over her face, because the anger in Lockwood's face instantly softens. He sighs restlessly.

"I don't understand you, Luce. You can act so...brusque, and cold...but sometimes I look at you and...I don't believe it."

Her voice is a strained wisp of breath and she feels as small as she did when she was eight years old. She feels dangerously unbalanced, disfigured and grotesque.

"I'm...harsh. Unforgiving."

"Lucy, that's a lie and you know it."

"I'm only brave when it's easy. I'm a wreck when it gets tough."

"Infiltrating Winkman's operation was a far cry from easy."

"I'm so afraid, Lockwood. I'm terrified. All the time."

"Even with me?"

She doesn't know how to put into words how hard she tries to love him. She'll yell at him until she's blue in the face, but it is always with aching eyes that she looks at his sallow face and thinks I want him to be happy. With Lockwood, it was never about being loved; rather, she would succumb to the clawing desperation to love. If only she knew how.

"I'm afraid...I'm nothing you want."

He finally tears his eyes from the window, slowly turning to face her, and his expression is one of complete surprise. If she wasn't so close to tears she would have felt half-compelled to laugh.

"I don't know how to do it. Any of it. I want to know when you're okay and when you're not and I want to know what the hell I'm supposed to do when you shut yourself up but these are all things I've never known and...I don't have a bloody clue."

"Nothing...I...want?" he echoes. "Luce...you're incredible."

She picks up a cushion and aims for his head, which he smoothly catches, much to her irritation. He tosses it aside and slowly, carefully, wraps his knobbly arms around her. He holds her delicately, resting his cheekbone on her head, his breath tickling her fringe.

"Sometimes...I think I might be a little too in over my head thinking about everything I've lost. It makes me forget what I have now."

There's a thin strain in his voice towards the end of the sentence, and Lucy picks up on the emotion rattling in his chest. She wraps her own arms around him, caving in. He gives a shaky laugh.

"Maybe...maybe we possess some deficiency that make us entirely inept at caring for each other. Isn't that funny, Luce? Downright...hilarious?"

She closes her eyes and breathes in, humming noncommittally. For a moment there, she feels warm.

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Lust at first sight, or whatever they call it these days

a/n: heheh finally throwing my hat into the ring of Ghost fanfics, wish me luck!

content: Angst, sexual tension (like lots of it), male masturbation, emotional baggage, fake relationship (kinda), forced proximity, coworkers to lovers, so so much crying, happy ending!

7.7k words

ALSO my requests are SO TOTALLY open for Ghost requests If y'all have any of those for me (PLEASE IM BEGGING)

The first time he met her, Ghost thought he was dreaming or maybe that he had died and gone to heaven. Because she looked like an angel and for some reason she was standing right in front of him in one of the least hospitable places he could imagine.

She looked entirely out of her element, a head shorter than most of the men surrounding her and a small gentle grin gracing her face. She had a young look about her, probably mid 20s based on the roundness of her face. The first thing he noticed about her was how she made him feel, an instant wave of anxiety crept over him. She shouldn't be here, he thought.

She was notably devoid of the hard lines of muscle he would expect for someone in their line of work. She was all gentle curves laid over a small body negligently lacking strength. She looked soft, he wanted to see if she was.

He was almost shocked by how much he wanted her, not having felt so strongly in as long as he could remember. It was as if he was pulled by a magnet, he started walking over to her desk. He was of course outpaced by another member of his team, John MacTavish aka Soap, who had already arrived next to her with a larger than life grin on his face.

Jealousy burned under his skin when he saw her giggle at one of his squad member’s jokes.

He moved quickly and silently, standing beside the two of them before they even saw him. “Who is this?” he grumbled, coming off more aggressive than he would have liked to. He winced when her lovely smile turned down into a confused pout as she turned her attention to him.

“Intelligence,” she answered quickly, looking down at the ground instead of meeting his intense stare. He was used to it, the mask made only his intense eyes visible. Most people tried to avoid eye contact with him when they could.

“We can always use more of that.” He tried to elicit a laugh from her like Soap had managed to but he only came up with an awkward chuckle, it was an angelic sound nonetheless. No one else seemed to notice it, but the way he stuck his arm out to shake her hand felt fumbling and unnatural.

He took her small warm hand into his own gloved one, just barely able to feel the heat emanating from her touch. Against his better judgment, he ached to feel her soft skin against his. “It’s nice to meet you, sir.”

He cursed himself for the way he all but shivered when she addressed him with such timid respect. She wasn’t quite shy, just a bit new to things. Her eyes were wide, darting around to take in the new atmosphere.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to linger by her desk all day, coming up with excuse after excuse to keep himself in her company or if he wanted to all but sprint out of there and put as much space between them as possible so he could maybe get his breathing and heart rate back to normal.

When he got back to his bunk that night he was deathly quiet as he furiously shucked his pants and boxers down so he could finally pay some attention to his aching hard cock. He felt only the slightest tinge of guilt as he slowly stroked himself to the thought of her soft smile and how her laugh sounded.

He also thought of less innocent things, like how it would feel to press himself into every inch of her soft body. He imagined it was her much smaller hands gliding up and down his length, he knew they’d barely wrap around the girth of him and he shuddered and came at the thought.

That wasn't the last time he touched himself to the thought of her, it was just the first of many times. By the time he saw her again, it was almost a nightly occurrence. Seeing her in person was so different than the fleeting glimpses he saw of her in his mind, and so much better. Or worse, depending how you look at it.

Because he was down bad, and it was painfully obvious. She made him stutter, like actually stutter. His first embarrassing misstep was on comms for the whole team to hear.

“Ghost, is the room clear?” her voice was still soft over the garbled mess that was the comm system. He liked the way she said his name, even if it wasn’t his real name. He liked to imagine what she would sound like saying his real name, maybe in a different context.

“A-affirmative.” The room was clear, there was no doubt about it. He was just caught off guard by thoughts of her and it made him falter, something that Soap probably wouldn't let him forget until the end of time.

“What was that, sir?” He wanted to scream in frustration, his mistake being called out so boldly. But he couldn't seem to be even the slightest bit mad at her, she didn't mean anything by it, she was just trying to do her job. Such a good girl, he thought.

“Affirmative,” he repeated, hanging his head in shame even though there was no one else in the room to see him.

“He's blushing under that mask right now. I just know it.” Soap quipped, making the most of the situation for his own comedic purposes. If he knew the full extent of Ghost’s little crush, he would lay into him even harder.

He avoided conversation on the way back and all the way into the briefing room, he wasn't in the mood. Not that he ever really was in the mood.

She sat next to him during the debriefing, her knee accidentally sliding against his on more than one occasion made his breath catch in his chest everytime. She was wearing a gray skirt that rode up to expose all the way to the very tops of her thighs and a low cut pink blouse, it was like she was torturing him with the broad stretch of skin she was showing. His fingers splayed over his own thigh twitched with the urge to reach for her, place his large palm over the expanse of her squished together thighs and maybe even between them-

He stopped that thought before it could get away from him. Or more accurately he was pulled back to reality by a finger gently tapping on the back of his gloved hand. Out of instinct, he grabbed the hand, turning with a glare to the person beside him until he remembered it was her.

Her wrist lay limp in his hand, glossy lips hung open gaping at him as she waited for him to say something. Her eyes were wide like a deer in the headlights. He glanced at the contours of her hand, soft delicate fingers tipped with a jelly pink colored manicure.

“Sorry,” she all but whimpered, cringing away from his deadly stare. “Uh. Meetings over, by the way.” She offered a weak, unsure smile. He wasn't satisfied, it had been weeks since the first time he saw her and he was determined to see her real smile again. He needed it.

“Thanks.” He searched for something clever to say, something that would make her smile or maybe even laugh if he was lucky. “Your uh…nails are nice.”

“Oh yeah?” she giggled, her manicured finger tracing the bumps of his knuckles over the fabric of his thick gloves. Still, just like the first time she touched him, he could feel the warmth of her through the layers and it was intoxicating.

And just like that he was hard. She barely touched him and he was itching to get out of his pants. He needed to get under control, like now. But then her hand trailed its way up his arm and he about jumped five feet in the air. “You’re so tense, sugar.”

The name came out of her mouth so naturally that he assumed she used it with everyone. That forethought didn't help his body’s reaction to her, cock twitching at the pet name. He felt like a teenager, worse he felt like a virgin.

“Comes with the job,” he grumbled. That was half true, his job did cause tension but her sweet vanilla perfume pouring into his senses also caused tension. Of a different sort, a much more pressing sort.

“Oh you poor thing. I bet it's so stressful,” she cooed. If it was anyone else he would assume he was being mocked, but not her. She was genuine, wordlessly standing up and moving behind him. Her nimble fingers worked into the sore muscles of his shoulders. He just about melted right then and there.

“OooOh.” He tried to cover up the obvious moan as a sound of surprise but it was suspicious at best. She seemed understanding even if she noticed. “You don't have to.”

“Let me take care of my boys, yeah?” she lowered her voice, practically whispering in his ear as her thumb rubbed absentmindedly at the exposed skin at the bottom of his neck. He liked the idea of being her boy a lot, he didn't like the idea of being ‘one of her boys’ quite as much.

“You do this for all the guys on the team?” he asked with just a bit too much sincerity for it to be a joke anymore. He felt weird and gross about it, but he didn't want her doing this with any of the other guys. Especially if they would have the same reaction he was having now. Come to think of it, he doesn't like the idea of anyone thinking of her the way he does. Mostly because the way he thinks about her is downright perverted.

“If they need it. And you certainly do.” If he didn't know any better he’d think she was flirting with him. But he does know better. He knows enough about her to know she's just nice. She's just nice and kind and gentle and sweet and caring and pretty and-

He needed to stop. Like he really needed to stop. He was close to cumming in his pants from the gentle kneading of her fingers and her soft humming.

Maybe it was a curse, maybe it was a blessing. Or a little bit of both, but these after-mission massages became a schedule for them. He’d sit there, his shoulder’s ‘temptingly tense’ as she would always say. Once everyone else excused themselves she stood behind him and talked to him about his day while easing the knots out of his rippling muscles.

He got used to her touching him. Somewhat. After a while in their routine he was able to be in the same room as her without popping a boner, so that had to be some type of improvement.

Things were going well.

Until things went to shit.

The team was sitting around a table, screens in the room were lit with sprawling words detailing the mission. “You’re going deep cover. For a while,” Price announced, no use in beating around the bush. There had been a data leak and they were all compromised, they needed to disappear for a while. Live as civilians until things die down, who knows how long that could be.

Ghost just grumbled, per usual, sneaking a glance to the side to see how a certain someone was taking the news.

She was not taking it well.

His heart tensed when salty tears started to bead in her eyes and roll down her round cheeks. Despite the way her precious little face scrunched up in pain, he couldn't help thinking the slight blush dusting her face was just angelic.

The men in the room started to vacate, moving outside to discuss the terms of their new identities. Ghost stayed, he had to. He couldn't just leave her like this. He stood abruptly, pulling her out of her seat and into his arms the best he could.

It wasn't an embrace so much as he was holding her out in front of him like a ragdoll. She seemed comforted by it nonetheless.

Her fingers were limply tangled in the fabric of his sleeves, tugging at them frantically as she sobbed. He thinks it's probably ill advised for her to trust him enough to break down in front of him like this, but that doesn't matter because she trusts him.

“What's wrong?” he asked as gently as he could, which was still firm and commanding.

“I'm scared,” she whimpered, head dropping forward and just barely brushing his chest through his uniform. He fought the urge to wrap himself around her, crushing her to his chest fiercely, and never let her go. Sobs wracked her frame but his strong arms held her steady.

“You trust me?” somewhere in the blur of things he had taken his gloves off, bare hands coming up to cradle her jaw and tilt her head up to look at him. He could feel the way her body gave into his manhandling, muscles untensing so he could move her as he pleased.

“Yes sir.” She nodded as much as she could with his firm grip on her chin. Big doe eyes peering up into his, wet with tears and shiny in a way he couldn't begin to describe.

“Good girl,” he practically purred, fighting every urge to lean down just a bit and press his lips to her forehead. If he wasn't wearing a mask perhaps he would have. But he thinks if he kissed her forehead he would kiss her cheek next and before he knew it he’d be entrapped by her soft lips. “Stay here. I’ll figure it out,” he whispered.

He practically stomped out of the room, charging over to the group of men to give them a piece of his mind. “Look, Price. I know what we all signed up for, but you’ve seen her. You can't just send her out there alone, what if they find her?” He pleaded, thinking of her all on her own in danger made his heart squeeze in his chest.

“Well good thing she won't be alone. You’re going undercover together,” the other man corrected quickly.

Ghost freezed up at that realization. Sure, he knew she’d be safest with him but she’d also be a distraction. He was barely functioning around her as it was, seeing her briefly after missions. He didn't think he’d be able to handle living with her for one day.

Anything was better than her being alone. If he had to suffer the unrelenting (onesided) sexual tension for the rest of his life, that would be ok as long as she was safe.

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Things moved fast after that, as soon as they were briefed on their new identities there were planes ready to take them away. There wasn't time to pack anything but the clothes on their back, hastily getting out of town before things went to shit.

The next time she saw him he was in civilian clothes, a stark contrast to how she usually saw him. Heavily armed and covered head to toe. He looked different, but it was undeniably him. She could tell by the way he stood.

He was tall, she already knew that. No amount of tactical gear could hide his hulking frame. But somehow the lack of equipment made him look bigger if that was possible, the natural muscle of him finally able to show through the shirt he had tight over his broad chest.

He was handsome too, she hadn’t expected that. She expected his face to be like everything about him, quiet and plain, a bit awkward if she was being honest. He was anything but plain, the strong contours of his jaw and cheeks were something she wanted to examine further. She would have plenty of time for that in the coming months.

She was quieter than usual, that was the first thing he noticed. She seemed timid, smaller if that was possible. She was scared, that much was obvious.

All he could offer her was slipping her hand in his, giving a gentle squeeze that brought a small but sincere smile to her face. He wanted to kiss the worry lines off her pouting face, soothe her furrowed brow, and bring back her bubbly grin. But he would settle for a weak smile if it meant she was feeling just a little bit better.

The house was fully stocked with anything they would need, clothes picked out meticulously to fit their new identities and a fridge full of food that needed to be restocked about once or twice a month. Only one bedroom was fit to live in, they were meant to be a married couple after all.

When they first arrived there was a long stretch of time where they sat at the kitchen table, staring across at each other in disbelief. “I’m sorry,” she finally said, curling in on herself, shrinking away from the man across from her.

“Come ‘ere,” he grumbled, not moving from his seat. She stood hesitantly and walked over to him. “We’re gonna be ok.” He took her hands in his and she visibly softened.

Before they left, they had changed into clothes that suited their new identity. For her this meant a delicate sundress, the flowy material wasn’t even halfway down to her knees, it made him sick to think any other man got to see this much of her.

Her standing barefoot in the kitchen of their new home, staring down at him with nothing but trust was a sight to behold. He almost forgot why they were here in the first place. He had half the mind to grab her by the hips and hoist her up onto the counter, spend the day between her supple thighs. He might as well, it's not like they had much else to do.

Her voice shook him out of his fantasy and back into reality. “What do you want for dinner?” she asked.

“Anything is fine.” He nodded, trying with great difficulty to soften his features.

“What do you want?” she repeated, a gentle hand coming out to caress his face without thinking. She was touchy, even more so now that they knew each other better. He wasn't sure if he liked it, he wasn't sure if he was allowed to.

You, he thought. Not able to put it into words despite how much he desperately did want her. Another person hadn’t touched his face in god knows how long. As for the last time someone touched him this delicately, he didn't think anyone ever had.

He shifted away from her touch, grumbling something noncommittal. She sighed and sulked over to the fridge, picking through the contents unenthusiastically to find something to eat. “Does lasagna sound good?” she spoke up after a while, a hopeful look in her eyes as she looked to him for an answer.

She looked so good like that, so passive and willing. He could tell, by the way she hung off his every word that she was waiting for his approval. He gritted his teeth, almost grinning if that was even possible. “That's fine,” he grunted, standing up from his seat abruptly and leaving to unpack his few items into an empty room.

He sat down on the carpet floor, staring ahead at the wall and cursing himself for being such an idiot. Sure, he didn't need to get too close to her. But that didn't mean he had to be an asshole. The way her lips dropped into a pitiful little frown when he rebuffed her affection made him sick to his stomach.

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He didn't sleep with her, not that she expected him to. She wasn't sure if he ever slept. Seeing as he was already waiting in the kitchen when she woke, she didn't think that he had caught a wink of sleep.

He had never seen her in this state of undress, soft cotton shorts and a thin tank top were the only clothing gracing her frame. Her face was soft with sleep, puffy and slightly flushed. She smiled gently, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

Of course that was the first thing she asked, always wanting to take care of him. Her sweet morning voice just about knocked him over. If he closed his eyes he could imagine how he would like this morning to go.

He would have a cup of coffee ready for her when she woke. He would know just how she liked it and she would pick it up with a content sigh, alerting him of her presence. He would greet her with a soft grunt, hard at work in front of the stove making them pancakes.

Then she would wrap herself around his waist, her arms just barely able to circle the thick width of him. She’d be warm and soft, gently pressing against his back, swaying to music she was humming and mumbling sweetly into the fabric of the shirt stretched over his shoulders.

“Fine.” He finally answered her. He was lying. He hadn't slept.

She shuffled around the kitchen, barely brushing by him in the small space he all but dominated. Before he had anything to say about it, she was putting a plate of french toast in his hands and ushering him over to the table.

“How do you take your tea?” she mumbled through a mouthful of dry cereal, still padding around the kitchen sleepily.

“Coffee,” he corrected, not meaning to be stern with her.

“Hm. ok.” She hummed in recognition, taking quick note of that and starting the coffee maker for him. He didn't say how he took it but she assumed black with no sugars, and she would be right about that.

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After a few weeks he realized the only thing that was going to make the monotony of suburban living tolerable is the fact that she was there playing housewife for him.

Their days dragged on, pacing around the house and keeping to themselves. He couldn't help but think things would be a lot less dreary if he just bit the bullet and accepted her companionship.

She had plenty of hobbies to keep her busy. His only hobby was watching her.

For a while he was content to be a ‘ghost’ in his own home so to speak. She didn't see him unless he wanted to be seen, which wasn’t often. She was lucky if he showed up for dinner because the rest of the day he was nowhere to be found.

She had taken to gardening, their yard was becoming an oasis of sorts. Rich shrubs circled in walkways around a stone lined koi pond in the back. The plot in front of the house was lined with perfectly trimmed roses, the grass a serene shade of green. Slightly overgrown due to the lawn mower’s lack of use as of late.

He watched her perfect lawn sullied by the overgrowth of grass, grimacing slightly as he watched her try and fail to start the lawnmower a few too many times to be a little slip up. She didn't have any clue how to use it, that much was clear.

He huffed, creeping out of his room for the first time in a while to assist her in the front yard. When he swung the door open he was met with her standing face to face with him. Or more like face to chest because she was about a foot shorter than him.

She scrambled to get out of his way, standing in quiet interest on the porch as he took a few long strides into the front yard.

The sizable lawnmower looks like a toy next to him. He starts it easily, one pull of the starter chord and the machine is roaring to life. She holds back a pleasured sigh at the way his muscles ripple as he maneuvers the lawnmower about the patch of grass.

Not being of any use to him just watching, she decides to head to the kitchen and grab him a glass of lemonade. When she returns he’s decided to strip off his shirt to maybe keep the spring heat at bay.

His torso is littered with scars and tattoos, body perfectly toned as she had come to expect. She resented his large biceps, embarrassed that she couldn't even begin to do the tasks he made look so easy. Luckily he was there to do them for her.

The unbearable heat was a double edged sword as far as he was concerned. On one hand, it was torture. On the other hand, the heat made for a lovely sight when it came to his female companion.

Barely there sundresses were the majority of her wardrobe. Exposing the soft plush of her thighs and the swell of her chest. She looked flushed constantly, hair mussed from humidity. When he looked at her like that, he couldn’t help but think she looked like she had just been thoroughly fucked.

“Are you thirsty, honey?” she shouted from the porch, distracting him from his fantasy, much to his chagrin.

He smiled at the sweet nickname, knowing it wasn’t something anyone else would dare call him. “Yes ma’am.”

She bounded up to him, a girlish smile on her face. She wore an air of proudness to her when he grumbled appreciatively at the glass she handed him.

He didn't miss the way her lips fell open, jaw slack as she examined his figure with intrigue. He was already flushed from the sun, or else he would have been visibly blushing. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, wide doe eyes blinking furiously as she tried to make sense of how large he is. It was adorable, the way she looked at his form in awe made him want to show her just what his large frame could do when given her compliance and an uninterrupted night in bed.

As the silence started to become awkward he finally found something to say but he was interrupted by an unknown voice. “Hey neighbors.”

He turned a scowl to the man on the other side of the fence, not offering him any greeting in reply. He continued nonetheless “I’m Scott, noticed you guys moving in a couple weeks ago, just wanted to say hi.”

She smiled wide, bouncing over to the fence to greet him, Ghost followed behind somberly. “Hi, Scott. It’s so nice to finally meet some of the neighbors. Nice place you’ve got, I love the garden” She fiddled with her wedding ring as she introduced herself and her ‘husband’

“You’re gonna love the neighborhood, it's a great place for kids if you’re planning on having any.” The man rambled, quite obviously trying to get a read on the couple.

Ghost had been silent up until now, looming behind his partner and staring down the man in front of him in a way that couldn't be more intimidating if he tried. “We’re tryin’ real hard, isn't that right babydoll?” He teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and squishing her against his sweaty chest.

“Babe!” she giggled, slapping her hand against his bicep until he loosened his hold on her, opting instead to keep a firm hand on the small of her back. He was shocked at how real it felt, how easily they fell into the role of a newlywed couple. It was nice to pretend, if only for a second.

Scott gave a sour look at the joke that she didn't seem to notice. “Well, I just wanted to invite you two. I’m having a pool party with the whole neighborhood next week if you want to come.”

“We’d love to!”

“We’ll see.”

They spoke at the same time, conflicting answers.

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He feels like THE man strolling down the street with her at his side. Every man that passes them is staring at her soft thighs and wishing they could have a taste of her. He knows because it's the same thing he wishes for. But at least he gets to entwine his hand with hers as they walk to the grocery store, her small delicate fingers dwarfed by his large thick ones.

He didn't really need to accompany her to the grocery store. As far as anyone knew they were perfectly safe in their new location, no reason to be on alert. But she didn't feel that way, lingering around him for the past few days and repeating something along the lines of ‘I really need to get groceries one of these days.’

If he was a bit smarter maybe he would notice she was trying to get him to come with her.

Finally, the last straw was when he ran out of cereal. He grumbled something incoherent, throwing on a light jacket to combat the fall air and hurrying out the door with her hot on his heels. “Grocery day?” she questioned, struggling to keep up with his long strides.

“Mhm,” he hummed, slowing his pace just a little. He was just about to tell her he could get the groceries alone, like he did most of the time, when she took his hand in hers. It made him flinch, breath taken from his lungs by the warm weight of her in his hand.

“Well, let's get going!” her voice was chipper, seemingly ecstatic at the promise of simply going to the grocery store.

She meandered about the store, her eyebrows crinkling in concern as she inspected the products. He liked to imagine for a second that this was real, that he was a simple man with a simple domestic life and he was shopping for groceries with his wife.

If any of this was real he would get real close behind her and reach up to grab something off the top shelf, one hand on her hip to pull her against his chest. He’d press the bulge in his jeans against her ass and groan in her ear. “Feel that, babydoll?” He’d ask rhetorically.

“Mhm yeah,” she’d giggle, arching back to just barely grind against him. He had no reason to believe it was true but he liked to imagine her as the teasing type, sending him flirting glances across the length of a grocery aisle, just begging him to take her right there. Knowing he would have to wait until he got home.

But it wasn't real, so he just watched her slip a pair of glasses out of her purse and glare at a box of cereal accusingly. He took a step forward, effectively pinning her against the shelves of food. He figured he was looking down at her a bit too intensely because he doesn't miss the way she shrinks under his gaze. “What’re ya lookin at, angel?” he asked, gently prying the box from her grasp.

“Just checking the sugar content. You eat this cereal every morning, and you already have high blood sugar. It's just something to be aware of,” she answered simply, reaching past him to place the box in their cart.

“How?” He shook his head, confusion lining his face. What excuse did she have to be privy to his medical history. He felt distrust creep into the corner of his mind, despite himself he glared at her.

“I read your file.” He cursed himself for not thinking of it sooner. She was the team’s analyst, of course she knew what was hiding on the inside of the heavily redacted stack of papers that told the story of his life.

But surely, she hadn’t paid that much attention to them. “You’re bluffing,” he grumbled, starting to turn away but her hand on his arm stopped him in his tracks.

She had to get on her tippy toes to speak to him, fingers curling into the shoulders of his shirt to steady herself. “Maybe I am, Simon Riley,” She whispered against the skin of his neck right below his ear. He felt a shiver run through his whole body.

She pulled back with a coy giggle, ignoring the dropped jaw expression on his face for the remainder of their trip. The only acknowledgement she made of him was a brief blushing ‘thank you’ when he grabbed a month's worth of groceries like they were air and toted them all the way back to the house.

He went home that night and pumped his cock raw to the memory of her saying his name. His hand was shoved in his mouth to muffle the animalistic groans that were slipping from his lips. His teeth broke skin from how hard he had to bite down.

The next morning when she asked why there was a bandage on his hand he said he got burnt on the stove. Without thinking twice, she took his hand and gave the bandage a gentle kiss. His

heart fluttered, he felt sick.

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Holidays were weird. They had moved in during the end of the spring and by now the year was coming to a close, which meant it was time for thanksgiving and christmas.

She looked so in her element, prancing around the kitchen with soft holiday music playing from the speakers. Her hair was up and she wore an apron that probably had some corny joke on it. He felt like his heart grew six sizes when he saw the proud smile on her face when she finally set it all up.

The table was set decadently. He remembers sitting in the dining room while she flipped through a home catalog until she found something of interest. “Oh Simon, look!” she squealed, jumping up from her place on the couch to bring him the magazine. She pointed one sparkling red nail at the dining room set displayed on the page and whined until he agreed to buy it.

He never should have doubted her because it looked perfect. She had set the table with every side and entree he could have dreamed up, all homemade for him by his wife. Well, not really his wife. But he sure felt like it sometimes.

Then she sat him down and poured his drink and served his plate, her fingers twitching by her sides when she was done because she clearly wanted to reach out and touch him. Maybe take one of his hands in hers or brush her thumb over his cheek. She hadn't touched anyone in so long, she was starting to forget what real warmth felt like.

“Soooo, what are you thankful for?” she jested, trying to get him to show any emotion other than the utter disinterest she usually was able to find on his face.

“Jackshit,” he rumbled, trying to get a rise out of her. Or atleast a scoff of agreement. Instead she glared at him. As much as she could at least, he didn't think her face was capable of an unpleasant expression.

She looked over the large table of food and then back at him again, deep disappointment showing in her face even if she had tried to hide it. She spent hours in the kitchen toiling away at this meal, no one had ever done something like that for him. For me, he thought. Oh shit, she did this for me. “Oh- I didn't mean,” he started, but she quickly cut him off.

The corners of her eyes started to well with tears and she stood. “No! It's ok, eat. I’ll be back in one second.” She rushed to the bathroom, frantic breaths ripping through her lungs until she reached the bathroom and slammed the door, sliding to the floor once she was alone.

He really wanted to spend the holidays together. Not just in the same house, but really together. Like a regular couple. He ached to hold her from behind while she fussed over the vegetables on the stove, leaning over to kiss her forehead intermittently and soak in the little giggle she would let out at his random act of affection. As far as he was concerned the chance of all of that was slim to none, so he pushed her away like always.

He ate silently, waiting for her to return. When she didn't come back in the next 30 minutes he decided he had waited long enough. He couldn't just sit there and feel sorry for himself, he needed to clear the air. And by clearing the air, he actually meant go on a walk to get out of the house for a while so the air could clear itself.

Maybe by the time he got back he’d be able to act like a normal person around her, but he seriously doubted it.

About two miles down the road, he heard a soft sound, a distressed whine from some sort of animal. Against his better judgment, he followed after the sound. The loud mewls were easy to track, leading him right to the culprit. It was a kitten. A tiny ball of fur, no bigger than his fist. He was about to leave to go home and then he remembered what was waiting for him there and he really wasn't in the mood for conflict at the moment.

So instead he sat down, laying his palm out for the small cat to climb onto it and scooping the animal up into his lap. “I bet everyone likes you, little guy,” he grumbled, scratching the cat behind the ear with his other free hand.

For some reason the cat reminded him of her. Maybe because it was small and cute and frightened and he didn't have the slightest clue how to care for it but for some reason he desperately wanted to.

When he got home she was waiting on the porch, jumping up from her seat when she saw him coming down the road. They met halfway down the driveway, now that he was closer he could see she was burning with rage.

He had never seen her mad before, it was like a force of nature. Her eyes were fiery, unrelenting spite flowing off of her in waves. There were tears rolling down her cheeks, her grief only made her fury hit that much harder.

She didn't yell. He didn't think he had ever heard her yell and he wasn't going to start today. “I thought you were dead. I thought they got you and they were coming for me next.” Despite the tears falling down her face her voice was stern, deathly so.

“I got you a cat.” He stuck his arm out, a small animal on display for her. He settled his jaw into what could have been considered a smile if she was being generous. And with him it seemed like she always was.

“Thanks,” she sighed, shoulders drooping now that the adrenaline of anger was gone from her. She cradled the small cat against her chest, giving him a look of understanding. She wasn’t mad, she didn't know what was going on with him but she knew he was doing his best.

When they got back inside, it was deathly quiet. The only remnants of the festive air from earlier was the faint scent of apple pie lingering. She sat on the couch, curled into a sad lump under a fluffy throw blanket she had purchased a couple weeks back. She cradled the small animal like it was her only lifeline, tears still falling down her face.

He stalked over to her quietly, only alerting her to his presence when he sat down and pulled her huddled form into his lap. One of her hands tangled in the fabric of his sweater, gripping him like he’d evaporate if she let go. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled, awkwardly patting down her ruffled hair as she cried into his chest.

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Eventually they stopped keeping track of the days, they were friendly with their neighbors but they kept to themselves mostly. The freedom of having nothing to do soon became suffocating. He thought about settling into a schedule, what it would be like if he stopped waiting for the call for him to come back. What if he just let himself live the rest of his life here in hiding with his girl.

It was convenient if nothing else, there's no way she would have chosen him otherwise.

He could tell it was taking a toll on her too, the naive optimism he used to see in her eyes was gone. She always seemed tired, pouting like a kicked puppy. She looked pathetic, he wanted to make everything better for her but he didn't have any idea how to.

“Simon, can I talk to you?” She had come into his room that evening, dressed to leave the house. He was instantly on edge because they didn't have a grocery trip planned for a while so where would she be going.

“What?” He didn't mean to snap, he felt something sting inside of him when she flinched away from his sharp tone.

“Is this forever?” she asked, obviously referring to them being stuck in deep cover limbo. The bags under her eyes were pronounced, her hands shook with stress. She looked worse for wear, still gorgeous as ever in his eyes. But she was in pain, and it hurt him as well.

“Pretty sure.” He wasn’t going to lie to her. As much as he wanted to promise her that things would go back to normal soon he knew it wasn’t true. They were going to be stuck in this purgatory in the form of a safe-house for the rest of their miserable lives.

“Fuck-” A broken sob fell from her lips, padding over to the cot he had settled in the corner and slumping down into the firm pillows.

He started to try and calm her but it was a lost cause. “It’s ok-”

He was interrupted by her shrill screech, he flinched at the pained tone. “It's not ok. It's not! I don't want to be alone forever!” Her voice cracked when she raised it above a quiet whine, pleading with him desperately to do anything that would make things better.

“I’m here,” he grumbled under his breath, below a whisper. He didn't think there would be a chance of her hearing him.

“Then be here. I’m so lonely, it's killing me.” She was louder than normal, still not quite yelling but her vocal chords were strained, not worn in with harsh shouts like his were. She was in uncharted territory.

“What can I do?” he pleaded, voice pitching up a bit despite himself.

“Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m sorry, I’ll go.” She stood abruptly, trying to hold back tears.

“Stay,” he barked, grabbing her wrist and pulling her back to stand between his parted legs. His hands stayed on her hips, holding her there so she had no hope of escaping. “Tell me what you need.”

He could feel his already weakened walls breaking down. “This is our life now. Try living it with me, yeah?” she offered, shaking hands reaching down to cup his face. He couldn't bear to look at her like this, broken and defeated. She was begging him to care for her just a little bit, and he almost laughed at the irony of it because he cared for her more than he had ever cared for anything in his life.

Without thinking, he pulled her closer. His hands on her hips winding around to clutch the small of her back, tugging her chest to chest with him. Their foreheads are pressed together, noses and lips brushing. “Please,” she whimpered.

He could see what she needed. He had been blind to it for so long but it was starting to make sense. The poor thing was aching for him, she probably hadn’t been properly cared for since far before they even went undercover. It’s like the whole scenario was set up to tease her, living in close quarters with a handsome hulking mass of a man who wouldn't dare touch her. She needed him badly, she was finally too desperate to be coy.

Her breathing hitched delicately and that was all the encouragement he needed to press their lips together. She was just as soft as he had imagined, her lips perfectly plush under his own. As soon as he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she let out a series of gasps and sighs that threatened to make him cry from arousal.

She was so receptive, back arching to press farther into his chest. Her fingers tangled in his hair and her nails scraped against his scalp, giving a sharp tug to his hair and whining when he bit her lip as a reply.

“Yeah? That's it?” he breathes out against her lips. He can feel the friction of her tits rubbing against him through her thin tank top from the way her chest is heaving. He knows he should shut things down for the night, seeing as things are getting pretty heated pretty quickly. The selfish part of his brain wants to take her right there, fuck her through the late hours of the night and into the morning but he desperately tries to ignore that urge.

They’re engaged in somewhat of a staring contest, both of them ready to lean back into the kiss but waiting for the other to make the first move. He never thought he’d be this close to examine her face like this, her eyes are a darkened color pupils wide from arousal. Her lips are turned up into a giddy smile, unable to hide her joy.

He's pulled away from his thoughts when he finally hears something from her, it's a light giggle. Airy and sweet, he thinks that sound must be his own personal heroine because he would do anything to hear it again.

Her face is alight with a dreamy grin, flush growing rampant over her the apples of her cheeks. “I feel silly asking, but would you stay in my room tonight?”

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