#so the bunny shouldn’t get abandoned

[borathae]

"Jungkook is always plagued with guilt when he has to leave you for a business trip. His anxiety that you might be angry at him for not being present is especially high this time around and only your safe embrace can help him calm down."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, mild Hurt & Comfort, Smut

Warnings: Jungkook is anxious, stressed & guilty, he cries, she is so comforting, hugs and kisses, needy sex, sloppy mutual masturbation, handjob, pussy fingering, penetrative sex facing each other, until he pushes her to her back and fucks her missionary, strength & muscle kink, he is so passionate and rough in missionary, I don't think that there are distinctive roles in this, I guess you can call it Top!Jungkook with a Mommy kink, she calls him Bunny at first before he fucks her to the state where she can only call him by his name, dirty talk, sensory deprivation in the sense that they fuck in complete darkness, they're so so desperate for each other, tears because it's so good, multiple orgasms for her, creampies, cockwarming as aftercare, with cuddles and kisses <3, they're fucking soulmates

Wordcount: 5.3k

a/n: i wrote this after kook's solo concert because he did it to me. i also reread THE angst chapter of aaol and i think this influenced me as well. i really want my kookie back

The plane wasn’t supposed to land this late. The plans were all ruined. 

Jungkook scans his eyes over the kitchen. Empty. Clean. He abandons his suitcase by the stairs leading up and walks to the fridge. He opens it. His heart stings. The plans were all ruined. He wasn’t supposed to come home this late. You made dinner for him. The prettily plated food is still on its original plate for him. You put a glass bowl over it to keep it fresh. 

“Fuck”, Jungkook presses out and closes the fridge. He feels so fucking guilty that he wants to throw up. He should have been there. He should have eaten your food and talked to you during dinner. He should have fucking been there.

You knew that he wouldn’t come home. He was aware that his text came way too late, but he still had hoped that you hadn’t started cooking yet. Of course you had. 

It has been longer than a month since he last was in Seoul and you always cook the grandest things as a welcome home surprise. Jungkook doesn’t expect you to cook, you do it because you want to. Which makes him feel all the shittier right now. He wasn’t there to appreciate it. He had one job - the most important job of all - and he fucking failed you.

Jungkook walks back to his suitcase and lifts it. He will carry it upstairs and then do the laundry tomorrow. He can’t be bothered tonight. It’s already too late. He already wasted too much time being his shitty CEO self.

The dressing room is empty and clean. It faintly smells like lavender in here. He knows it’s because you cleaned this room recently. Jungkook discards the suitcase by the dresser and leaves the room.

He takes a shower in the upstairs bathroom. He didn’t want to go downstairs yet. He is a little scared to do so. He shouldn’t have arrived so late. He is scared of your reaction. He gets so sad when you are disappointed in him. He hasn’t decided yet whether it’s his anxiety disorder talking or the truth, but he thinks that you will be angry at him.

He is angry at himself. He’s a fucking shithead of a husband. That’s what he fucking is. 

Jungkook manages not to cry in the shower even if he really wanted to. His feelings are eating him up alive. He feels so stressed. So tired. So exhausted. Work has been hell. And the fact that it was in a country he barely knew the language of and he had to be without you made it even worse. He feels so drained. 

The shower doesn’t help. It cleans him, nothing more. Jungkook doesn’t put on clothes and leaves for downstairs. He uses the never ending city lights as his guidance. The wind carries the distant purring of the traffic to the windows. The slightly higher pitched pitter patter of his naked feet on marble floor is loud in comparison. The sound stops in sync with Jungkook stopping in front of the bedroom door. 

His hand is shaking. He has to hold it to calm down. He is so scared. You will be so disappointed with him. He wouldn’t even be surprised if you told him to sleep on the couch tonight. You never did so before, but things can change. One month is awfully long and he left you hanging today. He wouldn’t blame you if you sent him away. 

Jungkook takes a shaky breath for courage and steps inside. The room smells like home. Jungkook feels his throat tighten in emotion. This is what home smells like. And he was too late for it. He swallows down his tears and tries to walk it off.

The electric blinds are closed all the way, putting the room into complete darkness. Jungkook uses the light of his phone screen to tiptoe to the bathroom. He still needs to brush his teeth. He does so using his phone’s flashlight as the only light source. He didn’t want to turn on the big lights and risk waking you. Or maybe he didn’t want to look into his own eyes. He can’t bear to face himself tonight.

Jungkook leaves the bathroom door open and tiptoes to the bed. His phone screen gives off enough light that he can see you once he arrives by the bedside. 

You are turned to his side, resting your hand on his blanket. Your cheek is squished as you are sleeping halfway on your stomach. Your lips are parted as soft breaths leave you. Jungkook looks back at your hand resting on his side and gulps down the painful lump in his throat. You shouldn’t have had to fall asleep alone tonight. You shouldn’t have had only his memory to hold.

Jungkook picks up your hand so he could slip under the covers. You react to the gentle nudge with a hum.

“Mhm”, you let out and roll over, now showing off your back.

Jungkook is aware that you didn’t do it on purpose, but it feels like it. You turned your back to him and it’s his own fault. 

Jungkook tugs the blanket under his arm and touches your back. Up and down. Up and down. He feels you breathe. Your warmth is so familiar to him. He missed it so much. 

He missed you so much.

His eyes start burning.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers shakily and turns his back to you. He can’t face you anymore. It hurts so much. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries not to cry. 

The sheets ruffle as you move around again. Jungkook doesn’t feel the movement because you and he have separate mattresses and separate blankets to get the best sleep ever. You shared a mattress and blanket at first, but decided to upgrade your bed a year ago. Jungkook likes his mattress firm and his blanket thin, while you love to have a softer mattress and your blanket to be thick. And the little mattress movements as one of you rolled around or the blanket wars which once managed to wake you are gone as well. Changing one mattress and blanket for two was the best decision ever. You and he sleep like royalty these days.

Jungkook hears the sheets ruffle as you move around and then the sound of a hand sliding over soft sheets. Warmth touches his back. He tenses up, stays silent. You draw paths along his back, feeling him up. Seeing him. Just like he did all those years ago when you were still masked soulmates aching to be together. It became a little thing between you and him to trace the other in darkness as to make out if it was your other half. You became so good at it these days.

Your touch dances up to the nape of his neck after exploring his upper back. Jungkook shivers and aches to lean into your touch. He is scared to do so now. He already waited for too long to speak up. You’ll know that he is intentionally acting asleep to avoid talking to you.

You close the distance, taking him into your arms to pull him against your chest. You are propped up on your elbow, using the position to nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck so you could kiss him.  

Jungkook exhales shakily, releasing all of his tension with a tremble. This just broke him. To be cradled and kissed. It broke him.

“Are you awake?” you whisper softly. The words swirl against his neck.

He nods his head.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”

He hesitates. Should he be truthful? Will you be hurt if he was? 

He shakes his head. He can’t lie to you. Not like this. Not when you hold him so safely. Not when you have broken him with your embrace. 

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“I’m sorry”, he presses out and sobs softly.

“Hey”, you gasp, straightening up, “hey, are you crying? What’s wrong?” you babble and roll him to his back so you could cradle his cheeks. You wipe his tears away, keeping close by resting your chest against his’, “what’s wrong, Bunny?” 

“I’m sorry for tonight. I’m so sorry for being late and, and not showing up. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“It’s okay, hey it’s okay. It wasn’t your fault. The flight was delayed. You couldn’t have known.”

“I saw the food”, he confesses and squeaks sadly, “I didn’t show up, I’m so sorry. I should have texted sooner, I should have-”

“How could you have texted me sooner if you didn’t even know that the flight would be delayed?” 

Jungkook falters. He sniffles repeatedly, taking sharp gasps for air to regulate his breathing. What you say makes sense to him. He didn’t even think of it yet, despite it being the most logical explanation. So it was his anxiety disorder kicking in. 

You caress his left cheek while your right hand guides your pointer finger up and down along the bridge of his nose. You call this touch your magic touch because there is some sort of magic in it to calm down any sort of anxiety Jungkook experiences. Jungkook flutters his eyes closed and sighs as comfort overtakes him.

“Now tell me how you should have texted me sooner, mhm?” you ask in a soft, comforting voice.

“I don’t know”, Jungkook whispers.

“Of course you don’t, it’s impossible. The flight was delayed. It was an unfortunate series of events and not your fault”, you assure him, “unless you intentionally stayed away. Mhm is that it? Did you not wanna see me already, you sneaky Bunny?” you add in a joking tone, making Jungkook giggle.

He shakes his head, “no Mommy, I wanted to see you.”

“Good”, you say in a fond voice and claim his lips in a smooch. 

Jungkook gasps because he hadn’t expected it. The feeling finally seeps into his consciousness. He is kissing you. After thirty three days without you, he is finally kissing you again. Jungkook whimpers and hooks his fingers behind your head, deepening the kiss with trembling lips. He is kissing you again. He is finally realizing that this is happening, that he is back with you. He hooks his arms behind your head and pulls you closer, asking for your taste. You part your lips and meet his begging tongue, while your fingers explore the softness of his hair.

You feel a little dizzy from sleep. You didn’t have the deepest sleep tonight because you knew that Jungkook would come home and you subconsciously refused to find deep sleep. So when Jungkook got into bed, the rustling of his blanket woke you. The pull was instant. You needed to feel him, make sure that he was finally with you again. Your body didn’t expect to be in the current position for such a long time. Your arms are weak and your head is dizzy.

You break the kiss because exhaustion makes you do it.

Jungkook chases you, rolling you and him over so he was the one on top. His right arm rests around you just a little under your breasts, his left hand is cradling your cheek while his right hand is deepening in your hair as best as your texture allows it. He claims your lips in a kiss again, whimpering into it as his body seeks your closeness. Two layers of blanket are keeping you apart. Jungkook doesn’t think, he merely acts and pulls his blanket off of him. Next your blanket. He opens it and slides his arm under it. He takes you softly in his hand and presses you against him at the same time as his body sinks under your blanket. He trembles. It is so warm under your covers and from what he can feel, you are wearing one of his sleep shirts. He grabs a bundle of it and twists, needing you to be so much closer than you already are. 

“Please”, he begs in a shaky voice, tugging at your shirt.

You sit up far enough that you can take off your shirt. You throw it to the side and fall back down.

“Thank you”, Jungkook whimpers and cradles you against his chest. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and places his right hand on the back of your head to support it for you.

You wrap your arms around him, letting out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding in. You have him back. This is how your Jungkook hugs. Thirty three days without him are unbearably long. So long in fact that your skin started to unwillingly forget the warmth and softness of him. It comes rushing back again now that you are hugging without barriers.

“___”, Jungkook croaks and presses you closer, “oh god.” 

“I missed you too”, you whisper, burying your hand deep in his hair. You pull him closer. Your breasts squish against his chest, the pressure feels like heaven. It gets easier to breathe and releases you of tension you didn’t even know you possessed. You have your Jungkook back. 

Jungkook feels overwhelmed. He ached for your hug ever since he left. Thirty three days without you were hell. You are his constant in his life. When he comes home from work, you are there, hugging him and talking to him and falling asleep with him. When he leaves for work, you are right by his side, talking to him and kissing his cheek as he drops you off at university. When he has free time, he knows he can spend it with you. You are always there. You are his constant. The person who will always be by his side. The warmth he can always return to. So to go without you for more than a month was hell. 

“I missed you so much”, he confesses. 

“Me too, Bunny. Me too.”

You felt just as lonely without him. Years ago, you wouldn’t have batted an eye at the thought of being along for a month, but Jungkook changed you in the most wonderful of ways. He is your person, the comfort you most look forward to, the home you never want to leave. You have him by your side in the morning and have him back again by the evening. You share the last second of consciousness with him before sleep and share the first right after. And for the last month, you didn’t. You had to live without him and it was agony. 

“Closer”, Jungkook begs, “I wanna be closer.”

“Closer?” 

“Closer please.”

“Lie down on your side.” 

Jungkook obeys, keeping his arms around you. You seek him and slide your hand to his length. You brush your fingers over his tip, eliciting a trembling gasp from him. A small whimper follows. 

“This kind of closer?”

“Yes”, he squeaks and grabs whatever he can of your upper back. 

“I missed this feeling. You’re so soft.”

“I missed you too. Ah please.”

“Kook…”

“Can I-”

“Yes.”

His left hand naturally dances down your body, trying to locate your clit. You drape your leg around him, giving him access. He connects his fingers with your heat, sending electricity through you.

“Holy fuck, I’m sensitive”, you get out and moan. You take his cock and begin jerking it. He grows hard rapidly. Just as you soak his fingers at a rapid speed. You want him. He wants you. Too long you had to go without each other.

“Me too. Ah mhm”, he gets out and buries two of his fingers inside you. 

“Bunny….”

“Mommy…”

You cradle his cheek, rub your thumb over his face and stub his nose with your own. Your hands work desperately between your bodies, the tension is growing embarrassingly fast. 

“Bunny, I missed you so much”, you keen and squeeze your eyes shut. It feels so good. His long fingers are filling you up while his thumb is rubbing circles on your clit. He is so sloppy and needy in his touch, which makes it all the better.

“Me too, Mommy”, Jungkook gets out and whimpers, “oh god.” 

Your hand is fast around his cock. You are calculated on normal days, but not tonight. There is no coordination in how you touch him, just pure and honest desperation. 

“I don’t wanna cum like this”, you croak.

“Close?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking stupid. Fuck”, you slide your hand to his hair so you could twist.

Jungkook moans, tilting his head back all on his own while his pouty lips brush against yours. You kiss without really kissing. Just featherlight touches, tickling moans and traces of your tongues. The tension between you and him becomes unbearable. You clench down on his fingers, feeling his cock throb in your hold.

“Bunny, I need your cock.”

“I need your pussy too, Mommy.”

“Good. Take out your fingers.”

Jungkook obeys, touching your hip instead. Neither of you care about the wet mess he leaves on your skin. It’s just another proof that you and he are finally reconnected again.

“Good boy”, you praise and shimmy down just a little so you can take his cock inside. There is no friction, no struggle, no pain. Just warmth and overwhelming pleasure.

“Holy fuck”, you whisper and push him in deeper. Past your entrance. Your warm walls engulf him.

Jungkook grabs you and accidentally scratches you. He couldn’t help it. He is with you again. No one feels like you. No one does.

“Ah!” the sound bounces off the walls. He trembles and pulls you closer, “Mommy.”

“Bunny.”

“Oh god, I’m home”, he whimpers and starts chasing you. 

Your leg is still around him, his thrusts go so deep like this. You are so filled up with him, so stuffed. You are eye to eye even if the complete darkness prevents you from seeing each other. But you don’t need light to see each other. Not you and not Jungkook. You have your hands and fingertips to see. You started it back in the stuffy sex club room you met in and perfected it over the years in your loving home. You know exactly how he looks right now and in return he knows as well.

“Bunny, oh god, my Jungkookie”, you get out and shake, pulling him closer by his hair. The darkness makes it feel all the more intense as you claim his lips in a passionate tongue kiss. The sounds of it mix with the desperate rutting your hips are doing. The rustling of the sheets is audible as well, as are the needy moans both of you choke out constantly. 

You are hot under the covers. Sweat has formed on the parts where you are pressed together. You pull each other closer regardless, basking in the heat because you had to live without it for far too long. This is the only way to melt with each other.

“I love you”, Jungkook gets out and kisses you again.

“-love- too”, is all you get out between your hungry kisses, but Jungkook knows regardless. Even without words he would know. From your kisses, your embrace and the way your pussy is convulsing around him. Jungkook knows every ridge, every bump, every inch of how you feel inside and being allowed to experience it right now is the only proof of love he needs. He is the man who you allowed to go in raw, even back when you pretended not to care. You claimed him and sealed his sweetest fate. You loved him enough that you wanted to be without barriers and you love him enough that you welcome him home right now.

“You feel so good”, you moan and rut against him before your lips suck on his lower lip needily.

Jungkook whimpers, spilling tears of ecstasy. He fucks into you, feeling his legs shake. He is so high on you.

This is fucking for the sake of reconnecting. This is emotional. Deeply, soul-consumingly emotional. Is it kinky? No. Will either of you last long? No. Will it stay in your minds as one of the most intense nights ever? Yes. Yes it fucking will. This is the kind of desperate, needy, passionate sex you can only have after you have been without each other for a long time. It is dumb. It is raw. It is carnal and it is the only good thing which comes out of having to be without the other. Because no amount of foreplay, kink or fetish will ever get you to the level of starvation than forced distance does.

And you are starving. Oh, you are parched and aching for each other. Jungkook fucks you as hard as he can, while you rut against him as roughly as you can. It results in these deep, fiery thrusts, which fills you with all his cock and in return makes him experience every inch of your pussy. 

You are burning up today. You are hot around him, as if you had a fever. Jungkook can barely breathe because of it, gasping for air between his desperate moaning. And you are soaking wet. Soft too. So soft. Jungkook scratches down your back and pulls you closer. His left hand cups your buttock and stills your hips this way. He pushes. The kiss breaks with your needy moan. You roll to your back just enough that Jungkook can prop himself up on his right elbow and use the angle to finally bottom out. Truly bottom out because the position finally gives him a chance to do so. Your leg is still around him, while the other is under his weight. You can feel his sculpted thigh shift and tense as he fucks you. His thrusts are sloppy and so perfectly uncoordinated that they seem coordinated. The mattress shakes because of it. 

You barely feel it because he is currently fucking the senses out of you. This is the kind of fuck which reminds you why he managed to steal your heart and the proof of why you could never want to leave him. It genuinely fucks every sense of control out of you and turns you into the neediest, wettest pillow princess in existence. Tonight it impacts you especially deeply, leaving you to arch your back and curl your toes.

“Bunny”, you moan embarrassingly high pitched, throwing your head back as best as possible while Jungkook shows off the strength of his hips, “Bunny, oh god. Ah Bunny.” 

“Mommy. So good, ah Mommy”, Jungkook moans and drops his head into the crook of your neck. He pulls you closer until your head rests on his right lower arm and you have his biceps brushing against your nose. The gentle headlock he has you in heals you from aches you didn’t even possess before. You are so safe like this. He smells hot. As if he is burning up.

“Bunny…”

You are burning up yourself, grasping his broad, muscular back as your only connection to sanity. He is making you cum and it’s happening soon.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg.

“Mommy”, he moans and continues because he won’t ever ignore one of your begs. You don’t beg often, so when you do, Jungkook is overtaken with the need to fulfill your every wish. Which means a lot because he always wants to fulfill your every wish.

“You’re making me cum”, you choke out and sob softly as you hug him against you.

“Holy fuck”, Jungkook gets out and squeezes you strongly as your body falls into the high. You are so tight around him, burning up and throbbing. No wonder you are sobbing. Jungkook has to grit his teeth from how intense your orgasm feels to him and he isn’t even the one experiencing it. And there is one problem right now. He still needs it longer. He doesn’t know if he is holding back because he is greedy for more or if his body is just working this way right now, but he isn’t done even when you are already coming down. He needs more. He wants you longer.

You are soaking his cock, pulsating around him as you slowly recover and it’s fucking messing with him. He needs you. He needs you so bad.

Jungkook uses his strength and rolls you onto your back completely. His cock leaves you for a second, but you barely feel the disconnection as the darkness and your passed high leave you disoriented. Your legs are spread open, giving Jungkook a chance to take his cock and push it inside again.

Now you feel it. Now you’re whole again. You whimper, tensing up around him.

“Not done yet”, he rasps with his hand twisting the pillow next to your head. He bottoms out and chases you instantly. Fast and hard. He fucks the juices out of you, filling the air with the sounds of it just as he fills it with the sinful sounds of his naked body impacting with yours. The bed is sturdy and yet still croaks. His throaty grunts and guttural growls fill your ears as well. You know for a fact that he is frowning right now, gritting his teeth because he always does so when he fucks hard.

“Ju-Ju-Jungkook”, he fucks his name out of you. He is fucking his cock right against the spots which steal your sanity. You can’t stop getting wetter because of it. Every second with him feels fucking orgasmic, “Jungkook! Ah! Jungkook!”

You grip his arm. His muscles are so tense, bulging under your fingers as he drills you like an animal.

“Jun-Ju-Jungkoo-ook.” 

“Yeah, keep moaning my name Mommy”, he growls deeply and curses, “fuck, this is…fuck.”

“Jungkook, ah god Jungkook.”

“That’s it, Mommy. That’s it, keep moaning my name”, he encourages you and rewards you with harsher thrusts. Of course this wasn’t his final form yet. Not Jungkook. Not your husband. He will make you believe that the sex couldn’t get any better before showing you not to underestimate him. He fucks you deep into the mattress just as he fucks you deep into a blurred state of ecstasy.

You are utterly and entirely his right now. And you fucking like it, moaning his name as he rewrites your definition of pleasure one harsh thrust at a time. 

“I missed you”, he is using his deep voice to talk, “I thought of you, urgh, of you being mhm being cockstuffed with me, ah mhm I’m going crazy, Mommy. Fuck.” 

He could tell you everything right now and you would barely take it in. Your brain doesn’t work. You are so dumb right now. So utterly stupid. If you weren’t on your back, you would have drooled. Instead you sob his name and writhe desperately.

“Fuck”, Jungkook spits and growls. His hips stutter for only a second. This is how long he needs to find his composure again and then he is already drilling you again, pushing your body closer and closer to your orgasms, “have to go again?”

“Ye-yeah”, you keen, arching your back.

“Let go Mommy, I’m right here”, he tells you and cradles your cheek.

The touch is all that was missing. You break apart with a loud moan of his name and your fingers desperately twisting his hair. He fucked it out of you from the deepest parts of you, which makes it all the more intense. You can’t even moan as it happens. His name was all you managed to produce before your voice gave up on you. You can’t breathe either, lying there with your lips parted and your back arched as Jungkook drags heaven out of you.

Your second high gives him a hard time. The needy fucking he did brought him to the point where he has to let go even if he wanted to hold back longer. His cock aches, his balls feel tight and the tension in his stomach has reached a painful level. While your lungs aren’t working right now, his’ are working overtime, producing the neediest, quickest pants for air. He takes a deep breath and exhales it through his mouth, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

“I’m gonna cum inside”, he moans in a pitched voice. His hips stutter, but don’t lose speed, “gonna creampie your pussy so hard. Holy fuck, Mommy.”

You wrap your legs around him, closing your arms around him as well while your left hand buries itself deep in his hair and your right grabs his tense ass. You are barely present yet, but the need to feel him paint your walls gives you enough strength to pull him close.

“I love you”, he chokes out and lets go. He isn’t silent like you were. He is loud. Oh so loud that after a few seconds he needs to muffle himself by sucking on your neck.

“I love you too”, you whimper, “my loving counterpart.”

“Oh”, he sobs and pulls you closer, “my soulmate”, he squeaks and tenses up again, “no-not done. Ah!”

“Let it all out, fill me up Bunny. Please don’t hold back.”

Jungkook paints you white until it drips out of you and his body’s strength forsakes him. The comedown is intense. Because Jungkook never stopped fucking you even after your high stopped, you never got to calm down and because Jungkook fucked himself to the point of ruin he feels just as needing for your embrace.

“Are you okay?” he whimpers.

“Yeah. You?” you get out.

“Yeah.”

He shivers and twitches on top of you, blanketing you in under his body weight and the real covers. They slipped off his back in the rough fucking so that now, they are only covering your lower bodies. You don’t feel cold because you have him keeping you warm.

Neither you nor him can talk for the first few minutes, sharing forced silence as your brains try to relearn how to speak. His ears are ringing, you can feel your pulse in your head. You are both sweaty, the heat grows in your bodies now that you are so melted together. His cock softens slowly, still filling you up and keeping most of his seed inside. Good. You don’t want him to leave yet.

You finally have him back after more than a month and you would be a fool to break the connection sooner than necessary. You know that sooner or later you will have to stop this. Not only because of your important post-sex pee, but also because Jungkook can’t fall asleep like this.

At least this is what you believe. Jungkook is in the midst of drifting off to sleep. Jetlag, stress and exhaustion are finally catching up with him. Now that his mind is cleared of that initial dulling desire for you, it is finally truly sinking in that he is back home. And being back home means comfort and sleep. Still being inside and having you cockwarm him while your fingers are drawing hearts on his back forces even more sleepiness to the surface. He is home. Sleep can finally come.

“Bunny?” you whisper, scratching up his back gently. Goosebumps follow your touch. He shudders as you drag shivers out of him.

“Hm”, the sound barely wants to leave him. It tickles your neck.

“Are you falling asleep?”

He nods his head slowly.

“Don’t”, you chuckle softly, shaking him by his back gently, “the post sex pee.”

“I’m tired”, he breathes and sighs, “so tired. Work…hell.”

“I know, Bunnybaby I know. But spending your break from it having an UTI is gonna suck.”

“Not yet. Please.”

You give up fighting him, exhaling deeply through your nose. He sounds so needing of what you currently have. You need it as well. 

“Fine”, you say and fish for the blanket to pull it over your bodies, “a few more minutes.”

You hug him against you, cradling the back of his head. Jungkook sighs and relaxes on top of you.

“I fucking missed you, Kook.”

“I missed you too.”

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hi!! same anon here you dont have to take this as a request bc i just wanted to get this out of my chest yandere or at least obssesive averatio where both overstim the hell out of reader (lowkey mindbreak if you're comfy about that??) after reader rejects their advances NOT OUT OF HATE or anything but bc their insecurities got the best of them and either thought the two were just messing w them or they have abandonment issues (i do not have the second one whatever do you mean i am not projecting do not percieve me) no offense to these two but they look like the ppl to mess w your heart n leave you to rot

mb some predator/prey (they both hunt you down after you avoid them both and as ratio wisely said "what do you do with a cornered prey? hunt it to death" AUGHAHSGA) aphrodisiacs, drugging, etc. anyways after that you best bet you'll be too dumb to ever think of something as stupid as that, and sure, yes ratio hates idiots but well..... you will be the only exception given how cute you look all fucked out and broken on their bed with their cocks deep inside you <3

SKLDJALSDJAL HELP i feel awfully embarrassed w writing this lmao scuse me while i bleach my head.

i am very sorry this took so long </3 i wrote this as a fic at first but i lost motivation so now it’s just in the form of brain rot :(

oh no :( poor reader with insecurities from your past relationships thinking every man out there is a liar, especially the two that gave their hearts to you :( running away from them is a smart move because we don’t trust men in this household!

but you forget how annoying they can be when it comes to getting what they want, and they want you (´▽｀) so don’t be surprised when you find yourself feeling scared out of your mind walking home alone and feeling like you’re being watched! or when you find certain luxury items randomly appearing in your room! or the slightest hint of their cologne when you wake up every morning! because you asked for this by running away 😵‍💫

this was supposed to be holiday for you — coming to penacony, but the headache and blurry room before you has you panicking! you best know that no one is coming to save you when you’re running through the reverie hotel like a lost bunny when you receive a letter saying they’ll have you tonight! and if you think you had any chance of escape, you’re so wrong 😖

oh, and don’t let them know that you’re afraid, it only spurs them on! hunting you down through the corridors of the hotel is so adrenaline inducing for them <3 running shouldn’t be so hard though, so why do you feel as if your legs are going to give out any second? oh right, the drink! they probably drugged it, seems like something they would do

an exasperated gasp leaves you when you finally let your body fall, eyes closing, preparing for impact. and the next thing you know you wake up, hands tied above you to the headboard, your body completely bare. you’d struggle with all your might, soft whines sounding at the back of your throat when you spot the two of them hiding in the shadows, staring down at you with those bright, lust-filled eyes

oh, you’re so dead

your body feels like it’s on fire, desperately needing release, needing someone to touch you, anyone. your voice betrays you as whimpers leave you when they stalk towards you, their burning gaze not helping with the burning sensation.

you really did think you could escape! so why’re you here, tied and unable to move? tears fall as you lock eyes with veritas ratio, your fight or flight kicking in when he reaches out to caress your cheek, wiping the tears away. laughter sounds from aventurine on the other side of the bed, you’re just so naive! all he wants to do is to love and break you until you’re a sobbing mess beneath him 😵‍💫 so don’t blame him when he kisses you, he just can’t help it anymore, not when you’re already shaking when all they did was drug your drink and reveal themselves to you after months of stalking :(

the aphrodisiac is making you incredibly sensitive to their touch, which is perfect for them because that would mean hearing your sweet cries of pleasure! you best prepare yourself though, because they’re not stopping until you’re about to pass out 🧎🏻‍♀️ they haven’t had you for months, nobody is going to stop them from worshipping you, not even yourself.

you’ll be so overstimulated by the end of the night that even just innocent touches can have you whining and trembling like a leaf (^^)

“you really think you can run from us?” — veritas ratio

“who you knew you were so filthy, hmm? you wanted us to hunt you down, didn’t you? dirty, dirty girl.” — veritas ratio

“missed you so much, pretty girl.” — aventurine

“stop? now why would we do that? you’re clearly enjoying this. look at you, making such a mess on my cock.” — aventurine

#anon you are so big brained #such yummy thoughts in your head #i can envision everything EVERYTHING in my head #but it just doesn’t feel the same when i write them down as a fic #so drabble / brain rot format it is 🙁 #I HOPE YOU LIKE IT #☃︎ anons! #🀥 lan’s writings! #hsr #honkai star rail #aventurine #dr ratio #veritas ratio #aventurine x reader #dr ratio x reader #veritas ratio x reader #honkai star rail smut #aventurine smut #dr ratio smut #veritas ratio smut

[allmightluver]

These photos especially hurt me.

The face he makes when he’s told he isn’t needed anymore. Something he’s known for a long time. He KNOWS he shouldn’t be alive, and that he’s only a burden to everyone now; especially Deku.

The face of heartbreak. Of understanding Deku’s position. He understands more than anyone possibly could. He held the world up by himself for over 40 years. I know how you feel. I know it feels to want to protect everyone, especially those closest to you. And the only way to do so is to leave them behind. Distance and Isolate yourself completely so you can’t get too attached to anyone. Because if you do, and the villains find out, it would feel impossible to live on knowing it was your fault they died. Because you endangered them by just being around them. Loving them. It’s only now, that I’ve allowed myself to live, that I can see how wrong I was to believe that. You shouldn’t have to suffer the same way I did. I can’t let you!

When he falls to the ground, he first lands on his torso. Which feels significant given the mortal wound there, as well how the normal pain in his side has moved to his chest. And even though the pain of having a misshapen, broken body can be extremely debilitating, the pain he now feels is absolutely unbearable.

The bento box. Sure it’s wasted food. But the fact that kills me is how lovingly he made it himself for his boy. Imagine him in their makeshift shelter, which may just be an abandoned building or apartment, carefully using the best ingredients he could find, to make a meal and feed his overworked son. The son he’s more than just a little worried about. It’s all he can think about.

But he busies himself preparing the rice, keeping an eye on the meat to be thoroughly cooked but not burnt, and then cutting it into small strips so his boy can easily grab it with his chopsticks while on the move without having to worry about cutting it himself. Protein. That’s what Deku needs most. And vegetables to keep his strength up. Everything is prepared as perfectly as possible in the short amount of time he has between following Deku to every villain attack.

He already knows the boy isn’t eating on his own. He did the same when he was a hero. Sometimes going for days without a proper meal in order to Protect. Toshi didn’t have anyone to help him with this, save for the few years Nighteye was with him. And that’s why he knows exactly what Deku needs.

After meticulously putting together the food in the bento box, he wraps it his signature bunny cloth…only to have Deku reject not only the meal, but HIM as well. Watching the boy walk away from him raises a memory of himself doing the same to Nighteye in the hospital. He now knows how Nighteye felt when he turned his back on him. Nighteye had left, unable to watch him slowly kill himself.

But Toshi can’t leave. Deku is all. He. Has. The only reason he’s still alive.

And yet, the food he prepared for his boy, the love he put into it to nourish him, ends up spilt. Splattered in the mud. Ruined. Rejected. Wasted…The food too.

And this final scene. Seeing this was so painful in the manga. I imaged he was crying, or trying not to. And my heart ached just thinking about it. But finally being able to hear it, to hear that yes, he is in fact crying, audibly, for the first time without holding himself back…that’s what finally shattered me.

#lover talks #Dadmight #toshinori yagi has depression #toshinori’s mental health #meta #spoilers #kinda #I mean should I still tag it at this point? #yagi toshinori #toshinori yagi #all might #Deku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[icallhimjoey]

Reinvent Love

♥ ♥          Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You and Joe are treading new waters. You’re no longer flatmates, but still close. More than friends, but nothing defined. Nothing labeled. Determined to not lose what you have, though. But, can you?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, adult themes, fluff, season 3 of my flatmate!joe

Author’s note: uh-oh here we GO! the girls voted and the girls won, so here we are! the no-longer-flatmates-flatmate fic - you don’t need to have read define close or explain us, but it’ll obviously give you backstory, which might help!

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five There was something living inside Joe’s chest.

It was only small, but definitely there. Ugly. Green. Growing. With potential to do real harm. It crawled around and scoped him out, exploring his heart from all different angles, carefully tasting it.

It hadn’t bitten him yet, but Joe knew if he lost sight of it – if he stopped trying to control it – that eventually, it would. And it would hurt. It didn’t exactly feel great now, but once it’d sink its teeth in, Joe knew he’d be done for.

He remembered when it still good. Still nice. Warm. And soft. And joyous, all full of love.

It used to be kind and sweet and would make him smile until his cheeks were quite literally cramping.

But it’d changed. It’d turned bad.

He wished he could’ve seen it coming.

It was a good thing that he found he was able to easily control it with rational thought. Problem was that rational thought had the habit of abandoning him once it got dark outside and he was alone in his flat.

His new flat.

Where everything was his.

Where everything got put in places that he chose. All his things were where he wanted them, all catering towards his routine. Which was why a basket of underwear made it into a bathroom cupboard, and why a shelf got put up near the balcony door, so he had a place to keep his cigarettes and a lighter. Gone were the days of rummaging through coat pockets ‘til he found what he was looking for.

It was sort of great, Joe wasn’t going to lie, living on his own.

It didn’t look quite as nice, not quite as homey, but Joe was sure he’d soon learn what the place was missing. He didn’t worry about it. There were more important things to worry about. Like, how quick dust built up into bunnies underneath the sofa and how every time he’d open his front door, it’d waft out from underneath, only to settle in the middle of the room for everyone to see. Or how somehow he panicked so much about keeping his plants alive that he was systematically overwatering all of them.

Idiot.

It was fine.

Rational thinking.

It was all fine.

Things were different now.

Good different.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!” Joe joked as he let you in, pointing out the large bouquet of flowers in your hands.

His place already smellt amazing. Joe made a good roast, and had one going now, things in the oven, bubbling and simmering away.

“If I never did things I shouldn’t do, life would be very boring,” you said, laying the colourful bunch down on his island.

“Did... wait, did you actually get those for me?”

“Have you got a vase?” you were already opening cabinet doors. “You don’t, do you?”

When you didn’t get a reply, you turned to see Joe stare at the flowers. He looked a little dumbfounded.

“Joe?”

“Hmm?” he looked up at you and blinked a few times. “Oh, um...” he squeezed his eyes shut a second, trying to gather his thoughts.

Took too long, you thought.

“A vase?” you repeated, trying very hard to keep a straight face, to not let the smallest inkling of a smile slip through.

“Sorry, I don’t... I don’t think I’ve got a vase.”

Why the fuck would he own a vase, Joe thought.

“I’ll get you one as a housewarming gift,” you found a pitcher. “This’ll do for now.”

There was evidence on the counter of what Joe had been in the middle of, cutting veggies, preparing the gravy. But as you filled the pitcher with water, Joe still kind of hovered in the same spot in silence. Looked at the flowers that you’d brought in and felt silly for how those made him feel.

When you placed the pitcher in the middle of the island and reached for the bouquet, you broke his trance, and Joe softly laughed at himself.

“This is... my God, this is so sweet? I don’t think I’ve ever gotten flowers before.”

“Well,” you smiled back, about to throw stones into your own windows. “I didn’t get them for you.”

“Oh?” Joe immediately felt embarrassed. Mortified. Felt the skin of his neck flush with heat.

“I got them for your flat.”

Got him.

Joe let out the breath he was holding in defeat, dropping his head and smiling. Scoffed softly at himself because you were joking, and he was an idiot.

“You know, give it some colour. Give me something nice to look at when I’m here.” you plopped the flowers into the pitcher and didn’t get the chance to make it look nice, to arrange it a little, because before you could, you got picked up by the waist and shaken about. You shriek-laughed a loud, “No!”

“Something nice to look at?” Joe pressed his face into your cheek as you squealed through your giggles.

“Am I not nice to look at, huh?” Joe squeezed extra tight before he put you down, turning you in his arms and keeping you real close.

“You’re nice to look at,” you said sweetly, still grinning widely, nose nudging up at his. “If I could put you in a vase and arrange you all nice, I would.”

Joe snorted, and you felt it on your face.

“Hmm. You’re funny.”

You got kissed by soft lips that almost felt shy to kiss you.

“Don’t get me a vase.”

And then you got kissed a little harder. Bit more firm.

“I’ll get my own.”

“No,” you objected, speaking right into his mouth. “You’ll get a stupid one with like, frosted writing on, or something. Live, love, laugh.”

You felt Joe’s smile as he kissed you harder, both arms squeezing as they wrapped around your waist tighter. You sighed into Joe’s affection and took great comfort in the fact that you were alone. You were outside of your flat, which was still wild in your opinion, but at least you were alone.

Alone was good.

Joe’d gotten into the habit of showing affection when you were around others, around strangers, and you didn’t think you were ever going to get used to it.

The first time Joe reached to hold your hand, you’d nearly had a panic attack.

It wasn’t very cold, but the wind was cutting. Hurt your forehead as you walked and made you hunch as you pulled up your shoulders to shield yourself as best you could. Joe’s hand finding yours was a welcome warmth for your cold fingers, but it still made you fall silent as you tensed up.

Joe just held on for a few steps, and looked at you. You could see him stare from your peripheral, could feel the burn of it high up in your cheeks, and tried your best to ignore it.

“You can relax.” Joe humorously said, speaking softly and leaning in a little to make sure you could hear him.

“I am relaxed.” You immediately argued, because holding hands with Joe shouldn’t be weird. It should actually be normal. You tangled up with your full bodies more days than you didn’t when you shared a flat. If anything, Joe’s touches were exactly what turned you lax, all floppy and boneless.

“S’just cold.”

“Hmm,” Joe sounded unsure, very obviously not believing you, and squeezed your fingers a couple of times. When you didn’t smile, Joe let his own drop too, and asked if you were okay.

“Fine.” You reassured, growing a little defensive. If Joe could just stop talking about it, that’d be great.

“Should I– do you want me to let go?”

“No, it’s okay.” You said, sounding a little squeaky, but you doubled down with a squeeze of your own.

Joe took it, accepted it, albeit a little unsure if maybe he’d made the wrong move here. But you’d walked along, and you held hands, and when you fell into random conversation again, holding your hand became something Joe stopped thinking about. He absentmindedly rubbed his thumb along yours, and at one point used his grasp to pull you in front of him when you had to share a narrow bit of pavement with oncomers.

You weren’t like Joe.

Not for a single second had you been able to be as casual about it as Joe had been.

You focussed on your hand the whole while you walked, and couldn’t help but check to see if others were looking at it. If strangers that passed you looked down at your hands. To check if they could see. If they somehow knew that you’d never done this before.

You had.

But not like this. Not outside. Not in public.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hold Joe’s hand, but there was something about this new phase you were in, where Joe walked over to yours to pick you up to go out for dinner together. Where he had to ring the doorbell and ask if he could quickly come up to use the toilet before you left. Where he pretended he didn’t know where the bathroom was and made you show him the way. Where he faked being anxious when you left your flat, saying that he hoped you liked the restaurant he booked a table at. Where he nervously asked if you liked Italian food, as if you hadn’t shared a million pizzas together.

Things were different now, and although you were close, would often do everything you could to dissolve into his skin, walking hand in hand through the streets of London felt insane. Like you were moving too fast, even though you understood how silly that sounded.

You’d spent that entire walk thinking of a natural reason to let go of his hand, and Joe had felt your fingers twitch. Felt how you seemed to change you mind about it every three seconds. But, you’d said he could hold onto you, so, he simply did.

It wasn’t until you reached the restaurant and used the heavy door as an excuse to wiggle your fingers from Joe’s hand, using both of yours to pull it open.

Baby steps, Joe thought as he smirked to himself, astonished that he’d gotten to hold your hand out in public for over ten minutes.

He was sure you’d slap him away the second he even attempted to intertwine your fingers together.

Which, coincidentally, was exactly what you did the first time Joe tried to lean in for a quick peck on the lips as you said goodbye to each other outside of his flat.

You’d been out, and were both in a bit of a rush to get home. You thought that the way you’d hugged his arm for a second was plenty goodbye. You’d pressed the side of your face to his bicep and said you’d see him later.

You’d reached the point where you wanted to go cross the street as Joe would walk the other way to get to his front door, and when you tried to step away, he yanked you right back by the elbow.

The way you recoiled away from him was so extreme, it startled Joe. You almost made it look like he was about to hit you.

“Jesus,” he mumbled under his breath, and you immediately apologised. You stepped back closer to him, were about to accept a quick kiss as an apology, but let your eyes nervously dart around to see if there were other people. If there were witnesses.

Joe just looked at you, blinked a few times and then, instead of leaning in for a quick kiss, squeezed you in your side.

“Calm down. Call me when you get home.”

And you’d blushed at how Joe’d smiled at you before he turned to head inside. Your face had remained hot until you got home where you then had to take a moment to shake all the nervous jitters from your body.

It was such a weird spot to be in, Joe thought.

How he couldn’t get too close if there was the slightest chance of someone seeing, but to have you literally whine at him inbetween his sheets if he didn’t touch you in the right spot with the right pressure at the right speed.

But steps were being made in the right direction.

You each had you own place now, and Joe made a point to sometimes not see you for a few days. He kind of enjoyed getting to miss you. He liked how his stomach did flips when you’d ring his doorbell after not having been over for a few days. He liked how absence made his heart grow fonder, and how that felt healthy.

Joe assumed you felt the same way; maybe you didn’t like it as much as he did, but surely you also understood how this was at least more normal.

He never thought that what the two of you were before was toxic.

It was just... weird.

Good weird.

But this was better.

Still a little weird, he wasn’t going to lie. But better.

He got to tell you to call him when you got home now. He got to invite you over to his flat for Sunday roast now. And you would then come and bring him flowers now.

Joe had never received flowers before. Well, maybe he had. But not like this. Not from a girl who brought them just for him. Just because. He kind of loved it. Kind of loved you.

“God, you were right.” Joe said, eyes unblinking, comfortably staring.

Both satisfied and full after an early dinner, the two of you laid out on Joe’s sofa - the one that took six weeks and then two more to arrive - and both looked at the bouquet up on the kitchen island. You were tucked into his side, with one of his arms slung around your frame. You held one of his hands with both of yours and absentmindedly played with his fingers.

 “I don’t know how this works but they kind of make the whole room look better.”

“They do.” You agreed, smiling, because you did that. You turned your head, tilting up to look at Joe’s face. “Please let me pick out a vase for you, though.”

Joe’s grin slowly grew as he said, “Absolutely not. Might just keep the pitcher for flowers only, I kind of like it.”

“Ugh,” you grimaced. “This is such a boy’s flat.”

“Well,” Joe started, raising his eyebrows, finally breaking eye-contact with the fresh bloom, tucking in his chin to look down at you. “I am a boy, so, that checks out.”

For a moment you just looked at each other, smiling, cuddled up into the corner like you always were cuddled up into the corner together. When you saw Joe flick his eyes down to your lips, you pulled the hand you were still holding closer to bite right into the skin between his index finger and thumb.

Joe pretended to flinch, but you were barely leaving marks as you smiled through the bite, big eyes looking up at him. Joe took a moment to just take you in. The way you looked at him had him biting his own lip before he tried to grab hold of one of your hands to pull into his mouth.

You were already scream-laughing and trying your best to pull your hand away before he even got close. It left you in a wrestling pile of limbs, Joe with his mouth open, growling and ready to bite at whatever got close enough. He ended up getting at bit of your sleeve in between his teeth, pinning you down into the soft seat-cushions and he felt drunk with joy.

He was so fucking happy.

Pretty girl in his flat, giggling away on his sofa, and she’d brought him flowers. It was kind of disgusting how he’d turned to goop on the inside.

Joe didn’t wait for your giggles to die out to get his lips on yours and kiss you silly.

There was something living inside Joe’s chest.

It was sticky and sugary sweet and Joe loved the taste it.

Loved how it bubbled over and leaked into his stomach.

Loved how it swirled into his limbs and made him reach for your hand to hold when you were walking outside.

Loved how it made him put his arm around your shoulders to pull you tightly into his side as you waited to get your coffees whilst the barista prepared them.

Loved how it grew as he took the lead on this new way of being together the way you had done before when you still lived together.

It made Joe want to introduce you to someone as his girlfriend, knowing full well that you hadn’t had that conversation yet, and that you’d likely have a melt down, but God.

It was just what he wanted to do, he couldn’t help it.

He wouldn’t.

There was a high probability that you’d actually murder him if he pulled a stunt like that.

The fact that you were kissing like this outside of your flat right now was already sort of stretching it, Joe knew.

You let Joe kiss you on his sofa for a minute. Let him slide his nose around yours with an open mouth that hovered over yours inbetween kisses. He made you work for it, having to lift up your head for more when he teased you for too long.

When you felt how Joe started readjusting his position on top of you, you knew you had to break it off.

“Hmm– Joe, no, I gotta–”

“Hm?”

“I gotta go, there’s– stop, there’s a potential flatmate coming over in a bit, I gotta– Joe!”

Joe finally broke away with an annoyed grumble leaving his throat as he did.

“Fine.”

“I can... I could always come back after?”

Joe shifted enough to let you escape the sofa.

“Hmm, you could, but I do have an early morning, so it’s probably not worth the trouble.” Joe sighed, lying back with an arm curled behind his head, watching you twist your clothes so it all sat right again.

“No?”

“I’ll probably be asleep by the time you make it back here.”

“Well,” you started, slinging your arms into your coat. “All depends on how long this is going to take. If it’s another 19-year-old trying to negotiate for a 30-70 rent split first thing, I’ll only be a second.”

“God, for your sake, I hope it’s not another student. But for my sake...” Joe made big eyes, giving you a suggestive look that broke into a smile when you laughed.

You gave Joe a last quick kiss as you bent over the sofa and told him you’d see him later, all casual.

Joe’s smile lingered as he watched you walk out.

“Call me when you get home!”

Yea... there was something living inside Joe’s chest.

And it was cuddly and fuzzy and comfortable and good...

For now.

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[buckybarnesb-tch]

A Failed Escape -Elijah M.

Warning: This fic depicts an abusive relationship and Non/Dub Con as well as eluding to threats of suicide, if you aren’t comfortable with or are triggered by these things than please do not read any further. This is a very Yandere!Elijah portrayed from the same Police!Elijah and Doctor!Klaus universe as I’ve written before. I hope I have done well in the request that was sent in, I don’t usually write Elijah like this.Smut ⚠️ Dead Dove:Do Not Eat!

For @moonlight-melanin I sincerely hope it is everything you wanted it to be🩷

Y/n didn’t believe him when he told her how far from any help they were, she had only tried to escape once and it was a massive failure…not to mention traumatic.

The trees scratched at my flesh painfully as I ran through the dense woods, trying to find a road, a house, any kind of civilization to get me away from him.

I had trusted Elijah. He had made me feel safe and protected, and then he locked me away and betrayed my trust, ensuring that I would be his forever. I love Elijah, despite everything he has done I’m still in love with him, and I hate myself for it.

I had been running for hours at this point and still not found anything but trees, exhausting myself and eventually collapsing against a large oak tree. I tried to catch my breath as my muscles aches and my thighs burned, exhaustion taking hold of me quickly and pushing me to rest my eyes for a moment…just a moment.

Waking up was disorienting. My body still hurt but I was laid on something comfortable when suddenly I felt a sting on my leg causing me to flinch and open my eyes.

‘Lay back down Y/n. I’m almost finished with these cuts.’ My blood ran cold as I heard his voice, looking down and seeing Elijah was cleaning the blood from my legs, the thorn bushes doing more damage than I thought. ‘Did you really think you would get away?’ He tossed the first aid kit aside and looked at me, waiting for an answer but all I could do was stutter. ‘I warned you, you wouldn’t find anything out there. I did you a favor telling you that, I didn’t want you to get hurt and look at you now. The closest person is 10 miles away and that’s if you so happened to choose the right direction, which of course you didn’t…is it that terrible here?’ He asked, his eyes cold and hard as he looked down at me.

‘N-no…you’ve been good to me.’ I stated, trying to calm him down.

‘And yet you ran away. You ran through the woods while I wasn’t home like you were desperate to escape me. I saved you, I’ve taken care of you, given you better than that idiot ever did or could and you do this?!’

‘Elijah, I’m sorry. I…I got scared when you-you said I couldn’t leave, I shouldn’t have-‘

‘But You Did! You Left Me!’ He shouted and I tried to pull my legs to my chest, his hand gripping my calf so tightly it felt like the bone would snap. ‘I love you! You’re my everything! My life, and you ran away-‘

‘I love you too, I-‘ all of a sudden his hand was wrapped around my throat and gripping it tight, cutting off my ability to breathe which left me gasping and clawing at his hand.

‘Don’t you lie to me! You left me! You abandoned me! I gave you everything, I risked my job helping you and bringing you here, saved you from ruining your whole life and gave you someone who was here for you! Worshipped the ground you walked on, And You Left Me!’ He was now leaning over me as he held my throat and with the last bit of strength I had I clutched into his shirt and tugged at it pathetically, watching as his eyes widened and he looked down at his hand, releasing me and allowing oxygen to flow into my lungs. I gasped deeply, painfully as I took in air and felt my throat still burn and ache in agony from his strong grip. ‘Oh God, I’m so sorry.’ I was shocked as he said this, staring at him in silence. He had just choked me within an inch of my life and he was apologizing? ‘I’m so sorry Bunny, oh baby!’ He suddenly hugged me around my waist, head on my stomach as he held me firmly and apologized over and over again. Eventually I reached down, running my fingers through his hair to calm him, afraid of him getting worked up again.

‘I’m okay.’ I told him, my voice strained and he looked up at me with soft eyes. ‘I’m sorry too-‘

‘No. No baby, it’s okay. I know I scared you when I told you that you can’t leave I just…I love you so much. I need you all to myself, and you make such bad choices on your own that I need to protect you. I never should have hurt you. Please forgive me?’ He begged, moving to press his lips to mine sweetly and while I should have been repulsed by it, there were butterflies in my tummy like every time Elijah kisses me so sweetly. ‘I can make it up to you, I can make you feel better. I promise.’ He pressed his lips to mine again and his needy attitude was different than ever before. His hands pulled my shirt off before connecting our lips again and trailing his lips down my jaw before kissing my throat tenderly. He had never been this gentle before and I wasn’t sure what to do with it, so startled I couldn’t find it in me to object to anything he was doing. As he unclipped my bra and tossed it to the side he kissed down my collarbone and over my breasts. ‘So perfect, my beautiful girl.’ I gasped as he sucked one of my nipples between his lips and couldn’t hold in my moan at the feeling. He had always been rough and desperate with my breasts but his gentle treatment was doing amazing things to me, all while he pulled my shorts and panties down my legs carefully, not wanting to hurt any of the cuts on my skin. He kissed down my stomach, pushing my legs apart to make room for him before kissing my clit several times, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine as he did.

‘Oh God!’ I screamed as his lips sucked my clit hard, tongue coming out to play with it roughly and I couldn’t keep my hips still as he did, but unlike ever before he didn’t stop them, allowing me to grind against his mouth desperately. ‘Ah! So close! Please?! Eli, please!’ He pulled back suddenly, lifting me up and causing me to squeal, hauling me up and laying back on the pillows as my knees settled next to his head.

‘Take what you need Bunny, sit on my face until you can’t take it anymore.’ His tongue peeked out again, teasing my clit and prompting me to grab ahold of the headboard and grind my pussy down against his mouth. He moaned, sending a vibrating feeling through my clit, the fingers of my right hand finding his hair and holding his head still as I ground my hips down and felt that tight feeling in my belly snap.

‘Oh fuck! Yes! So good! Don’t stop, please?’ He didn’t move, not pulling back for air even once as he shoved his tongue deep into my cunt and fucked me with it. His nose was rubbing against my clit as he did and I couldn’t help riding his mouth roughly as I climbed so high so fast, being thrown into a second orgasm less than a minute after the first. Elijah was seemingly desperate, trying to continue sucking on my clit again when I pulled away, the second orgasm making me too sensitive to continue immediately and I crawled back down to lean against him and see his wet mouth. ‘That was amazing…you’ve never done that before.’

‘I want to make you feel good baby, I only ever want to make you feel good. I hate it when you make me hurt you.’ I was startled by that as he grabbed his shirt and wiped his face clean, that was when he took hold of my hips and pulled me down farther, having removed his pants and pushing himself into me, stretching me deliciously but still uncomfortably as I was so sensitive. ‘I’m gonna make you feel so good baby!’ He pulled back and shoved himself into me again before beginning to move my hips with his hands and making me ride him.

‘Oh God! So Good! Don’t stop Eli! Please don’t stop?!’ I begged as he continued thrusting up into me at a steady pace, picking up speed as my third orgasm teetered just on the edge.

‘Never! Never gonna stop Baby, I’m all yours, forever. You know that right?’ He asked, almost whining as he forced me to look down into his eyes. They were soft and desperate but there was still something dark, deep inside of them that was always there. ‘You know how much I love you, don’t you? More than that boy ever did or could, all he did was hurt you, get you in trouble, the kind of trouble that would have ruined you if I wasn’t there-Fuck-I love you so much Bunny…you-you love me too…don’t you?’ The worry and fear in his eyes was enough to make me want to be sick.

‘Yes! Yes Elijah! Love you so much!’ His cock was pounding into me almost painfully hard at this point and I was so close to the edge I would have signed my soul to Satan if he just let me cum!

‘You won’t leave me again…Promise me! Promise me Bunny, you won’t run away from me again-I can’t live without you Baby, I won’t! I’ll die without you, do you hear me?! I’ll Die!’

‘Never leaving you! Never! I Promise! Please-Please I Can’t-‘

‘Cum for me Bunny, my good girl!’ He slammed his hips into mine painfully hard and as I felt him cum the tightness in my belly snapped and I cried out, collapsing against him as he pulled me into a deep kiss. ‘I love you Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ll never hurt you again, never.’

Later that night I found myself freshly showered and clean, thanks to my police officer boyfriend. Elijah brushed his fingers through my hair, resting my head on his chest as I began drifting off, completely fucked out after he jumped me again before the shower, twice during, and again after. His fingernails against my scalp felt magical as he tried to relax me enough to fall asleep in his arms.

‘No more running from me, okay? If I have to come and search for you again, it won’t be this much fun…’ I shook my head instantly as he said this, knowing that I never want to relive this moment, even if it means I never get away…maybe staying with Elijah isn’t so bad…it could be much worse.

‘No more running away…and no more hurting. Promise?’ Elijah leaned down, kissing my head with a smile on his face.

‘Promise. I love you…my little baby Bunny.’

Elijah Mikaelson Masterlist

#vampire #the vampire diaries #the originals #the vampire diaries imagine #the originals imagine #tvdelijah #elijah x y/n #elijah x reader #elijah x oc #elijah imagine #elijah fic #Elijah fluff #elijah mikaelson imagine #Elijah Mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x female reader #elijah mikaelson x y/n #yandere elijah mikaelson #Yandere!elijah #yandere!elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson smut #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #elijah mikaelson x oc #daniel gillies #Police Officer!Elijah #Police Officer!Elijah Mikaelson #Yandere Elijah #sub!elijah

[cadiacore]

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰.

a/n: hello friends! it's day two for the 25 days of T.S. fics! When I first heard Afterglow at 3 am on August 23rd of 2019, I cried like a fucking baby. This has to be my all-time favorite Taylor Swift song and this fits perfectly with the Shadowman himself, Azriel. I hope you all love it just as much as I do!

pairing(s): azriel shadowsinger x fem!reader

wc: 872

warning(s): angst, fluff, pet names, jealousy, and abandonment issues. I think that's it, but do please let me know if I missed something!

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Not being around her mate felt. Her chest wanted to cave from how empty she felt at this moment. Y/N could still feel the bridge between her and Azriel, but it was silent. He had been distant and quiet ever since she had questioned him about one of his female spies. Her heart ached when she thought back to the memory. She knew Azriel was loyal, and it wasn’t fair of her to question him about being so close to another female. She tried to apologize, but he had shut her out after their fight. 

That’s fine. He needed his space and to think clearly before confronting her. She wouldn’t beg him to come to her, but she really did want to go to him. Y/N had tried to focus her attention on a book, but all her thoughts kept circling back to her mate. Thoughts of them cuddling under the covers and talking for hours upon hours made her heart want to cave in. 

When she looked into the mirror across the room, she looked like someone who had gone out three nights in a row and got hammered each time. Under her eyes were dark and her lips felt dry along with her skin. She needed a shower and needed to eat but she couldn’t get herself to do anything. It was all too much. 

Why’d I have to break what I love so much?

If she lost him, her life would be worthless. Azriel always told her that she would be okay without him and if anything did happen to either of them, they were to keep going and keep each other alive in their hearts. She loved him and he loved her, there was no doubt of that. But she really fucked up. 

Y/N gripped her hair and leaned forward against the mattress they used to share. She didn’t know where Azriel was now, but she wouldn’t blame him if he stayed away. Forever. More tears fell down her face as she thought of the possibility of losing her light in the world. She just wanted to be back in his arms. 

That female was only his friend and deep down she knew that, but she also knew in the past that every male she took interest in had shoved her aside for some other female. All it was was her fear. The fear of abandonment rang high in her for years and it still did. When the two of them had first started courting, she had told him about the issues that she’s had in the past with other males. He understood of course, but she couldn't help thinking that she was still going to lose him. Too many thoughts spiraled through her mind but they were interrupted when a soft knock came from the other side of the door.

Y/N lifted her head and knitted her brows together. Did she imagine the knock or was it—there was a second knock? She threw the blanket to the side and padded her way to the door and unlocked it. When she opened the door, Azriel stood there with sweat that was dripping from his hair. He was beautiful and he didn’t have on his shirt which she didn’t mind. She loved it when he had just gotten done training, all the sweat and—no. They were in a fight, she shouldn’t be getting distracted. 

“Hi, Bunny.” He said with a gentleness that made her eyes brim with tears. She had already cried so much before but at that moment, it was like a dam had broken. Her hands quickly covered her face from either shame or guilt, she didn’t know which one. Azriel’s fingers pried her hands away from her face and cupped her face, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m here.” He placed a soft kiss on her head and pulled her into his chest. 

“I’m so sorry,” she cried. He rested his chin on the crown of her head and swayed with her still in his arms. 

“I know. I’m sorry—” 

“Don’t you dare apologize, Az. You didn’t do anything wrong, I did.” She took his face in her small hands and pressed her forehead against his, “I’m so sorry I flipped out on you. You didn’t deserve that.” He brushed her hair away from her face and gave her a small smile. 

“I knew where it came from and I forgive you, bunny.” She rested her hands on her mate’s chest and looked up at him. “You’re still learning how to love again and I’m still learning as well. Don’t be so hard on yourself.” His lips met hers and sparks shot through every nerve in her body as she tangled her fingers in the shadowsinger’s dark hair. His hands roamed down to her ass and gripped which earned him a yelp of surprise. 

“Don’t ever forget that you’re my mate and that I’ll love you no matter what.” He bumped his nose against hers and everything fell back into place. All the puzzle pieces of emotions clicked back into place. She wrapped her arms around Azriel’s neck and this time the kiss became feverish. They had a lot of making up to do.

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel acotar #acotar #azriel #azriel fluff #azriel x fem!reader #azriel angst

[julie-loves-cake]

Mandatory Disclaimer: I don’t support MOB Games. I don’t even buy their games, I like keeping my money for later :)

If you could all let me indulge for a moment, some Chapter 2 toys hcs!

Mommy Long Legs

Mommy Long Legs doesn’t know the difference between an orphan and a child with parents (I was confused when she said “They called me “Mommy” because I was the closest thing they had to one” and said “They called you “Mommy” because THAT’S YOUR NAME”)

Maybe because the kids usually wandered from their parents

She also probably doesn’t know the difference between a child, a tween, and a teenager

She particularly likes Chai tea

They couldn’t figure out where to put all of the blood in her body, so it’s in her lower half (You can see it in her death scene, her arms and legs don’t bleed)

She gets dirty often due to her stretching, so she has to be washed daily. She hates it

Probably feels like rubber

Bunzo Bunny

Bunzo isn’t allowed to leave Musical Memory until all the children leave

Constantly jumps in order to keep fit

He and Bron are probably friends due to this

The reason he knows when your birthday is is because they ask for children’s birthdays ahead of time to keep the magic

Very strong legs. Could probably kick a door down

Bunzo’s arms never get tired, they were made like that

Smelled like vanilla birthday cake, but after Playtime Co. was abandoned the smell wore off

Probably would be roped up in a marching band while unattended

Huggy Buddies

Piss babies 2: electric boogaloo

Considering what Mommy Long Legs says about them, they probably shouldn’t be around children at all

Why were these things created (They exist to spit in the face of god)

Huggy Wuggy does not like them. At all

Kissy Missy finds them endearing, funnily enough

They are NOT their children btw they exist separately from the two of them

Who allowed them to be around children I just want to talk

PJ Pug-A-Pillar

Used to give kids rides after they completed Statues

Very long

Could not fit in the room for too long, so that’s why he needed to follow kids

Cleaning him was a pain, he’s too long to be cleaned in one day

Has many bones in his body, so many bones, why does he have so many

Debatably acted like an actual dog around anyone and everyone

The most scary-cute of the toys

I mean look at him I want to hug and stay several feet away from him

#man fuck mommy long legs she’s my sleep paralysis demon #she crawls like Ursula I’m fucking scared #poppy playtime #mommy long legs #pj pug-a-pillar #bunzo bunny #huggy buddies

[renaultphile]

Andrew's letter thoughts & more thoughts!

Thank you so much @gayskogul for answering my ask (see above, I will be back with more asks, don’t worry!  I’m afraid you raised your head above the parapet with that post about *that pic* which we still await!

So, I had a real feeling about the genuineness of the letter this time round, the contrast between Ralph’s formal and stiff (and unreliable?) letter and this which is, yes, so rambly, and kind of sweet, but feels much more real.

And I felt really sad reading it, as though this is the real suicide letter, because of where he is going, and yes, it’s next to the casualty lists in the newspaper.  OMG hadn’t noticed it before.

I had some thoughts:

Technically there is nothing between Laurie and ‘him’ bc it’s Bunny!!?  OMG and the line is ‘Will you please tell me yourself that there is nothing in what he said about you and him?’  So are we saying it’s basically “I can’t believe you did that with **him**”

Just realised – so Andrew realises all at once that the feelings were real at the same time as feeling it is all over.  Just like Ralph finds out how much Laurie hero-worshipped him in school at the same time as finding out he has a boyfriend!!

Yeah, it really annoys me about Dave, ‘Oh it will just cause you pain’.  Yes but it’s their pain!!!  Maybe they need to feel that.  And get something better on the other side.

And on the mentoring we can add Reg looking out for Laurie, then Laurie helping Reg out with Madge and becoming a putative agony aunt!!!

I was really touched by your comments on Laurie ducking out of his responsibility with Andrew, maybe thinking he wasn’t worthy, he clearly thought he was tainted (something like Dave’s dilemma about ‘revealing his qualifications for the job’) but I do like the idea that his fear of intimacy and abandonment issues play a part, just like Ralph’s issues play a part.  It’s not very satisfying if there is only one reason for his hesitancy.

Yes, the Phaedrus bc that worked so well didn’t it!!!!  And one of the main messages of the Phaedrus…..you shouldn’t rely on the written word bc you can’t interrogate a book

So the question highest in my mind after this re-read was………is Andrew’s letter saying ‘I’m horrified that you had sex with a man’, or is it saying ‘I’m horrified that you had sex with another man while you were with me?’   I lean more and more to the latter.  I mean I suppose it’s a bit of both, but Laurie is basically like those guys who ‘court’ a nice girl to marry while sleeping with other women for fun.

I was really gripped by the letter this time round…..glad I’m not alone.

#Thank you so much for answering my ask @gayskogul #the charioteer #andrew raynes #laurie odell #Asks #tc fandom reread

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

And if this world won't write me an ending

How can I write love into reality?

(read tags for tws)

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up, and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

She got ready like every other normal girl. She would tumble out of bed, eat a banana, brush her teeth, do her homework minutes before she had to leave for class, do her hair…

She hummed to herself as she brushed her hair, forcing it into her signature pigtails, tying little ribbons around them and smiling at the way the bows bounced, at the way they stuck up like miniature antennae.

She turned her head to the side, her mouth opening, ready to ask for another opinion…

But there was no one there.

Of course there was no one there. Why would there be someone in her room?

She shook her head to herself, frowning, feeling lonely for a reason she couldn’t quite place.

Her phone buzzed. She pulled it out, expecting a text, and a tiny gasp left her when she realized that it was her alarm going off.

She yelped and started scooping everything from her desk into her backpack, not even bothering to try and keep the papers unwrinkled, and rushed out the door, zipping it closed as she went.

She was late, of course, how could you expect anything different? She was always late, she always seemed to get caught up doing other things. Or, at least, that was what she claimed, terrible excuses spilling out of her mouth with reckless abandon so she wouldn’t have to admit the truth. Not because it was bad, just embarassing. In reality, she often found that time slipped by her for no reason at all. Sometimes, she wondered just how long she could go on, sitting and doing nothing, letting time pass her by.

The doorknob to the classroom clicked, and she was jolted back into her body at the unexpected sound. The door was new, or at least it was supposed to be, it had been destroyed recently, though she couldn’t exactly remember how. It shouldn’t have clicked – never had before – and she took this as a sign to pay more attention to her surroundings.

What was she thinking?

She shook her head to herself. There she went again, always thinking about something else.

She slipped into the class, sending her teacher a halfhearted excuse about her alarm that was only met with an exasperated smile, and then headed to her seat. She sent Nino a wave, and he glanced up from where he was totally not playing on his phone in the back of the class briefly to send her a smile.

She took her usual spot by Alya, and pulled out her things. Her eyes flicked to see what page of the textbook they were on, and it didn’t take long before she was dragged into the monotony of a normal school day.

Her fingers tugged on her earlobe as she listened to her teacher explain Shakespeare book #61255, playing with the place where she had had her ears pierced as a toddler, wondering why she was bothered by the fact that she hadn’t opted to wear any earrings that morning.

A boy with blue hair made his way into the room, and she swore for a moment that her heart might just beat out of her chest.

She had been dating Luka for ages now, but he still gave her butterflies.

How could he not, when he smiled at her so dopily? When he took the time to give her a quick kiss before taking his usual seat in front of her? When he made bunny ears behind his sister’s head just to make Marinette smile?

Of course, he could definitely try putting in the effort to get to school on time, but she didn’t mind. She, of all people, could not judge him.

Not for that, at least.

She watched him, a smile playing across her lips. He was much more interesting than her literature lecture. She rested her head in her hand.

Alya punched her in the shoulder, and Marinette looked over to see her making a gagging gesture.

Marinette snorted. “It’s payback.”

Alya grinned. “Oh, yeah? For what?”

… for what?

Marinette looked at the seat in front of Alya for a second. It was just Juleka.

As always.

Except… Juleka hated sitting up front. Almost as much as Nino did.

Why was she sitting there? Because of Luka? Luka could have been convinced to sit in the back, he shouldn’t have cared…

She was starting to feel a little sick.

“For being evil, of course,” Marinette decided.

Alya laughed a little, rolling her eyes with a fond smile tugging at her lips. “You need to work on your comebacks.”

She searched through her pencil bag, in search of that singular red pen that she had to use for corrections, only to pause. Because it had a strange set of lines written into the inside of the canvas. And that, on its own, didn’t mean much. If you leave pencils in your pencil bag, it is pretty much inevitable that you will get some marks on it… but these lines were too dark, too deliberate.

They spelled something:

WRONG.

A minute shiver ran through her.

It was undeniably her own handwriting, though it looked rushed, frantic. Like that time she had realized ten minutes before class had started that an essay was due and had spent the next several minutes frantically scribbling down anything she could think of. But why would she have done this?

Why was that in her pencil bag? Had she gotten too sleep-deprived one day and, in a fit of rage over getting a bad score on something, scratched it in there? She didn’t think she would do that, but what other explanation was there?

What was wrong?

She could agree that something was off. She had felt strange all morning. But what was it?

A hand wrapped itself around her wrist in a vice grip, and she suddenly became all too aware of Luka’s face, so close to her own. He was her boyfriend – was he? since when? – she should be happy about this, but she couldn’t bring herself to be anything but utterly terrified. Her stomach twisted, bile rising in her throat.

Blue eyes were just a smidge too sharp as he stared at the word. His gaze cut to hers, and for just a second she realized that his face looked wrong. That his eyes were pupilless, yellow things, and if she really concentrated she could see two tiny clocks dancing in the irises, ticking down time she didn’t have.

“I have to give it to you, Marinette,” Luka said, his lips curling into a wry little smile that made her feel like ants were crawling up the back of her shirt. “You really are… smart.”

She tried to pull away from him, but his hand held tight.

She screamed, but no one seemed to hear, and she was left to try and wrestle away from him. But her body didn’t feel like her own, and she felt weaker than normal, and everything was wrong, and she knew, somewhere, somehow, that it was all for naught, anyway.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up, and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

She got ready like every other normal girl. She would tumble out of bed, eat a banana, brush her teeth, do her homework minutes before she had to leave for class, do her hair…

She tilted her head this way and that in the mirror, looking for a hair out of place. She couldn’t see the back of her head, so she wasn’t sure how that looked, but the back of her head was the epitome of ‘out of sight out of mind’ in her not-so-humble opinion.

She nodded once to herself, deeming herself ready for the day.

And then glossy lips pulled into a frown.

When had she put on her clothes?

She squinted down at her usual outfit. She swore she hadn’t yet changed, she certainly wouldn’t fall asleep in jeans no matter how tired she was, she should not be in her clothes yet.

She… must have forgotten. Done it without thinking, as one normally does with things you do habitually. Like putting on clothes.

Except, Marinette put a lot of thought into her outfits. She was a future fashion designer, of course she put time and effort into looking good. It only made sense.

This… didn’t.

She ran a hand through her hair, pushing her bangs up and out of her eyes.

And then she headed to school. The traffic she sprinted past wasn’t quite as congested as it usually was. Despite all of the slowed cars, she didn’t spot a single wreck to cause them. The tardy bell didn’t sound quite as needlessly loud and annoying as she rushed to class. The doorknob clicked more than it was supposed to when she finally managed to fumble her way into turning it, her sweaty hands sliding right off. Nino was in the back, and Juleka was in the front.

Everything was wrong. Just ever so slightly off.

She wanted to go home, but even her home wasn’t safe, because her parents hadn’t been behind the counter, serving customers, when she’d left. Instead, they were having a ‘lazy day’, the sign in the bakery window declaring them ‘closed’. Not a single person paid the sign any mind, nor were any of the other bakeries in the surrounding area more full than usual.

Her hands gripped her hair, pulling, almost tearing it out at the roots. Alya was trying to talk to her, asking what was wrong in that concerned tone she always used, but was this actually Alya? Everything else was wrong, why should she believe any of it was real? Maybe this was just more of an accurate ruse than everything else.

The door opened, and Luka strolled in, heading towards his – it wasn’t his – seat.

Their eyes locked.

Her heart thudded in her chest, beating against the bars of her ribcage, as if trying to escape.

Luka tipped his head back in a groan.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

One who smiled when she saw that a contact in her phone, labeled ‘bf<3’, had sent her a good morning text.

Only to find that the text didn’t have the usual paw print beside the words.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up.

And.

She.

Was.

A.

Normal.

Girl.

With.

A.

Normal.

Life.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and hissed out a curse when she saw her alarm hadn’t gone off. She glanced out the window to check the time.

There was nothing to see out the window. Just a pure white expanse.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and laid there, not wanting to get up, dread unlike any she had ever felt before clinging to her, dragging her back into her too-plush bed. She didn’t know why she felt this way, but she did, and she wanted it gone.

What she wanted didn’t matter.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

And she woke up.

She always woke up.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and she was a normal girl with a normal life. Her head was buried in her arms, trying to ward off the hot sun and the even more scalding metal of the table she was leaning against. If she wasn’t careful burns would form even through her long sleeves.

Not that this was the biggest of her problems.

Her problem was –.

A finger poking her shoulder relentlessly. She lifted her head just enough to glower at the offender.

It was Alya, grinning widely at her. “Hey, sleeping beauty, we were gone for ten minutes.”

We? Marinette thought, her mind sluggish thanks to a bone-deep exhaustion that was less than normal, looking around to find Nino and… Luka?

No. It shouldn’t have been Luka. Who was it supposed to be?

Who was he replacing?

Either way, he was – he was wrong, and dangerous, and she needed to run.

The world whirled out of color before she had even gotten out of her chair. The last thing she saw was his frustrated expression.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up to something touching her cheek.

She peeked an eye open and found Luka standing over her, offering a bowl. She rolled her eyes just slightly at the offered food, taking the silverware. She shouldn’t be handling the hot plate with her bare hands, but it wasn’t like it mattered.

Because she was a baker’s daughter, and her hands were already hopelessly covered in callouses. A few more wouldn’t hurt her… or, well, they would, but she didn’t care enough to prevent this.

And the burns would be gone by the next reset, anyway.

She pulled it into her lap and smiled when he took a seat beside her with his own meal. If it could even be called that.

“Oh, wow, thanks for the gourmet meal,” she joked, twirling the ramen around her fork.

She hadn’t eaten in so long. Even this looked like heaven.

She didn’t need to eat at all.

He took a seat beside her, chuckling lightly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and dragging her into his side.

She sunk her knife into his eye.

Her last thought before his soft expression fell away, disappearing with the rest of the world, was wondering why he had even given her the stupid knife in the first place.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up and –.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette was –.

What was Marinette again?

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【M】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

Did it really matter if she woke up again?

She would always wake up again.

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

“Why?” Luka hissed, his fingers digging into her shirt, his nose so close to her own that she could feel his breath wash over her face. Despite the fact that he was practically panting in his rage, it was cold. “Why do you insist on making things difficult?”

She thought it over for a long moment.

And then she spat on his face.

“Spite.”

He lifted a hand to rub it away, scowling.

“We can keep doing this forever, you know. No one is coming to save you – they couldn’t even if they tried. Everything you do, every breath you take, that all belongs to me, and I can take it away.”

“Do it, then,” she said, and she couldn’t help the way her voice cracked just slightly when she said it. Not because she was scared, but because she was only a step above begging. “Just… kill me, if it’s so difficult.”

He set his jaw.

And then he sighed, his forehead coming to rest against hers.

“I just want us to be together. And happy. Don’t you want to be happy?”

“I… I want to go home. That will make me happy.”

He closed his eyes, and he looked much more human like this. With the clocks in his irises hidden by long lashes.

It didn’t last long. He opened them again, a steely look on his face.

“We will be happy, I promise.”

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】⩇:⩇⩇【P】

【H】⩇:⩇⩇【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【H】HELP【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【H】HELP【E】

【L】HELP【P】

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【L】HELP【P】

【H】HELP【E】

【L】HELP【P】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

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【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【HELP】HELP【HELP】

【PLEASE】PLEASE【PLEASE】

【┘】⩇:⩇⩇【┘】

Marinette woke up, and she was a normal girl, with a normal life.

Well, she wasn’t, but there was no point in saying otherwise, anyway.

#lukanette #miraculous ladybug #dark fic #tw for stockholm syndrome and psychological torture and also mild gore #its all more implied than anything #but you know #i try and keep people safe #luka couffaine #viperion #akumatized luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug

[yanderememes]

The under-appreciated comedy of any of the yanderes kidnapping darling expecting them to struggle and resist at first, only for it to turn out that darling is a psychologist/therapist, and instead of lashing out in fear and trying to escape they just constantly put their yandere on blast, psychoanalyzing them and trying to get them to do therapy sessions.

“Today I would like to talk about your daddy issues.”

“I literally kidnapped you like a week ago.”

—

“You mentioned before that I shouldn’t try to escape as it would be futile. Tell me, why would you bring that up unprompted? Have you been abandoned before? Do you fear being alone?”

“… I don’t know how to respond to this.”

—

“Let’s try using some “I am” statements ok? I’ll go first. I am concerned that your obsession with me is your brain’s way of coping with an ever present existential fear of loneliness and a desire to be loved unconditionally sowed by the lack of affection and support you did not receive in your early childhood. Ok, now you.”

“I am walking away now.”

—

“Darling please, PLEASE, we are having dinner right now and I am trying to romance you, please put the inkblot test cards away where did you even get those?”

“Ok so I’m gonna assume you see a bunny in this one, but correct me if I’m wrong.”

“…a duck, actually.”

(Literally why is my sense of humor so weird😭 sorry if you didn’t like this I just had to get it out of my system)

OKAY BUT AS A PSYCH GRAD STUDENT I'M SCREAMING. THIS IS SOME SHIT I WOULD DO 😭😭😭

Darling: ...and what do we do when we don't get what we want? 😀

Yandere: I force and threaten them?

#ask #anonymous #meme #shitpost #yandere meme #yandere #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere shitpost

[aajjks]

bunny!koo you’ll be fine. i’ll come back at some point, we just need space. i’ve been able to clear my head and i think it’s doing me good. you do look a bit rough, you need to go out and get some fresh air. time apart is doing us good, well will do us each good if you got out. you can’t force me to stay. i can leave if i want. move, let me out the door koo. this bag is heavy.

“ what is wrong with you? No. THIS IS NOT MY HOUSE AND I DON’T THINK YOU LOVE ME ANYMORE SO I WILL BE THE ONE TO LEAVE YOU ABANDONING ME HERE, SO WHY SHOULDN’T I BE WITHOUT YOU AND I HATE THIS HOUSE AND I HATE EVERYTHING. You will not leave before I leave.”

#ask: bunny!koo

[digitalgate02]

Pham's Lore!!

Pham is a 10 year old phantom bunny, very funny and a god of mischief. His role in the phantom society is to be a little helper to protect Earthlings from bad things. Like, yeah, “guardian angels” but more like creatures made of some… soft “marshmallow-like” structure (please don’t try to eat Pham or his kind, he might be scared and never help you anymore)

Except… Pham is not very… smart, or can accomplish his job very well. Not that he let Earthlings get hurt or do bad things, but… Sometimes he’s more of an enabler -- if you want a new game so badly but might struggle next month to survive, he might just say YOLO instead. Despite everything, he would NEVER enable bad things, like kill someone or themselves. Also, phantom creatures need to hide from human beings. They shouldn’t be seen or heard. And guess what? Pham is also bad at hiding his presence around humans. This is why he met three human kids by accident and started to interact with them -- Tomo, Ami and Kaito.

The kids - Tomo, Ami and Kaito - are a group of friends from the same town, although they go to different schools -- Tomo is from the high class and refined school in town, Ami is from a private school and Kaito is from a public yet average good school.

Tomo is a girl who loves birds and to exercise. She’s 14 years old and acts as the big sister of the trio. Her design was based on Pokemon Journeys’ Koharu/Chloe. Her physical skills are the best compared to the other students from her school.

Ami is a gentle and polite 13 year old girl, she likes to draw stuff and write stories. She likes cute things, so of course she wasn’t scared of Pham at all. She’s very friendly, but deep down she’s always afraid of talking too much and then annoying people with her chatter.

Kaito is a 12 year old boy with lots of mysterious vibes, but he’s actually bad at making friends and once you meet him you learn he’s very passionate about cooking and looking cool. His design was based on Digimon franchise’s Ken (02) and Ryouma (Xros Wars) --BTW, Kaito’s eyes are blue.

Pham meets those children by sheer accident (or destiny) and then they form a bond and a vow to never let any other human being know the existence of him and the others of his kind. But they do things together when no one is around. They gather at an abandoned building which is claimed to be cursed, but the reality is… Pham likes to go there and make pranks on humans when he’s bored and not working as someone’s helper. He means no harm though, and only does non-lethal pranks. He would’ve been condemned and sent to jail in his society if he had done a prank and killed someone by accident.

#pham the phantom bunny #original character

[class1akids]

Chapter 355 Leaks First Reactions

Ah, it seems to be happening way too fast and AFO seems pretty weak. So this could be wrapped up before a chance for a Todo-combo (? insert sad bunny face)…It would be hilarious if AFO went down before friggin’ Spinner...

Endeavor has hit rock bottom, when even Hawks loses faith in him. But I guess it’s a father moment. Kind of. Sort of. Let’s hope something more satisfying will come still. 

I’m glad for Jirou getting a nice highlight, but I honestly wish it was something more rewarding than her quirk being randomly exactly what is needed without any foresight, training, planning. It’s just... [cool (?) / ok].  Still, props to her for overcoming her fear - we haven’t seen her being this kind of badass since USJ, and back then I thought she’d be one of the powerhouse girl fighters. Also, finally one of the girls gets a gritty fight with the male classmate assisting. 

(Also, note how Hawks calls Tokoyami “Tsukoyomi” the whole time - and even as “Hero”. Finally.)

Jirou’s injury looks bad right now, but prosthetics are a thing... Still, if Jirou would need to retire due to injury, at least she’s the one student with a solid route to an alternative career; one she seems to love equally. 

If HK is taking the bullet train to the end, I guess next chapter, Endeavor could have yet another “do it for them” kind of moment, where he finds strength in his family in his thoughts and wraps this up (which I guess would boost ShigAFO and make him the endgame boss)... I really hope not - because I feel like Endeavor definitely shouldn’t be able to win this fight. Not after running away from Touya, and also narratively it’s unsatisfying for him to get a win here. He’s old gen, in Kamino he didn’t stand his ground for 2 minutes - so why would he be able to do that and win now? I need more than “wishing energy”. 

I guess Tokoyami still hasn’t attacked - but like... Tokoyami is my precious bird boy and everything... but him beating AFO would feel pretty random too. 

So, I’m kind of hoping that some kind of twist happens - along the lines of @redphlox theory maybe (though why Eri’s mom would have the same power as Eri and still be shocked with her quirk awakening to the point of abandoning her and why AFO wouldn’t have used her power if he had it all this time are all questions I have). Ngl, Jirou’s big heroic moment turning into a random AFO power-up would truly suck for her character. But definitely better than AFO being taken out in 3 chapters by a bunch of (side-ish) characters with flimsy narrative links to him. Although maybe that’s the narrative point? AFO being beaten by the random extras he’s always looked down on? Could be...

Anyways - after a first audacious win, we are at the point in the overall fight where the villains could start to get the upper hand and everything should look hopeless and on the verge of collapsing for the heroes, just like last time. But then instead of scraping to a bloody draw - the change of mindset, saving the villains, turning the LoV into allies could be the key to a different outcome. I’m still hoping for that direction even though right now it looks like maybe it won’t happen. 

It would be truly unsatisfying if the adults’ / old gen’s plans just worked with a hiccup here and there and then it would be all just wrapped up. So yeah - fingers crossed for a big surprise turn. 

(I think even then, the kids would be fine - I have faith that Hawks/Endeavor would manage to at least make sure that Tokoyami and Jirou got out alive).

#bnha manga leaks #bnha manga spoilers #bnha 355

[dndcharacterideas]

Jericho Lynnette

Class: Gunslinger (Hexslinger)/lvl10

Race : Sentient Skeleton

Alignment: Neutral Evil (subject to change and not in the good way)

Pronouns: They/Them

Concept: Magic cowboy skeleton

Whoever Jericho was when they were more flesh then bone, they couldn’t say. They knew they were technically human once upon a time but that time was too long ago for anyone to bother knowing.

Jericho got their name from the necromancer who awakened them but not their mind. They were meant to be a loyal servant, one who would live and die for their master, if need be, and for a while they were. That is until they were replaced.

Upon finding a move powerful undead, their master forgot about them quickly and left them behind. A rage burned in them that shouldn’t have been possible but being abandoned somehow awoke something inside of them and Jericho was truly born that day. Since then the one thing that’s kept them going is their burning hatred for not only their former master but all casters in general.

While they have no flesh of their own, Jericho often finds pleasure in the temptations of the flesh. They keep a long tobacco pipe, which them enjoy smoking, even though they have no lungs. They enjoy things soft and comfortable; and will always go for the finest room they could afford in the inn, even though they need very little sleep. They like gold, even though they have very little use for it; and will gamble and con anyone to get as much of it as they can. They love baths, as odd as that seems, and will sit in tubs “drinking” aged whiskey; for no other reason then because they can.

How a sentient skeleton can do all these things without an angry mob forming or a few adventures coming for them is quite simple. In their left eye socket sits a special glass eyes, (functionally a Hat of Disguise) the eye displays an illusion of a normal, almost generic human being.

Jericho keeps a pair of revolvers on their person at all times, that they lovingly refer to as Honey and Bunny. Made of alchemical silver and ivory, they’re a beautiful pair of weapons that Jericho plucked off the corpses of a man who accused them of cheating at a game of cards. While he might have been correct, that didn’t mean Jericho would accept the insults hurled their way.

All Jericho’s future goals involve upgrading Honey and Bunny further and ultimately awakening them. The way they see it, living beings are temporary, so why not invest in a few friends that could last as long as Jericho could.

But it wouldn’t be in your best interest to suggest that they’re lonely in any way. Not if you know what’s good for you.

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #d&d #role play #role play game #rpg #dnd character ideas #dnd character #roleplay #d&d character ideas #pathfinder #ttrpg #ttrpg character

[lil-ichigo-bunny]

Baby Bunny 🥺

#.jaibabbles #agere #okay before anyone says anything: #one of my house mates was mowing and thought they hit the bunny #(the bunny is fine btw) #but I needed to check and see if it was okay so I used thick gloves #I wiped the gloves on the ground to try and rid them of my scent #so the bunny shouldn’t get abandoned #I held it just long enough to check and then returned it to the long grass with the rest of the siblings we found #we’re not going to mow any more near the area so the bunnies can grow up and be safe #plus there’s fencing over it now to protect them from big predators (but still big enough for the bunnies to go and leave as they wish #but *if* one gets abandoned for any reason I can take well care of it until we figure out what to do with them #now that that’s out of the way- #🥺 look how cute and tiny it is #it’s just a lil baby 💖 #I hope the mama bun comes back for them soon tho

[sparkleofpizza]

Ace of hearts

Paring: biker!Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Requested: no

Summary: Moving to a new city that is completely different from everything you have ever know, you meet a certain biker. 

Warning: smut, piv, fingering, cursing

Word count: 11.4k

Steve was a bit confused at first. He hated that he couldn’t quite understand what had brought him to the predicament he was currently in. He always thought he had his whole life figured out, he knew what he wanted, he knew who his friends were, he knew that he enjoyed having a tattoo studio and being a tattoo artist for a living, he knew the type of woman he was attracted to and you? You weren’t normally who he would go for, so why the hell couldn’t he stop thinking about you?

It had all started innocently enough. He knew he shouldn’t have done that double take he did when he saw you walk through the doors of the dinner he went to every morning to get his fill of coffee.

You walked in with such confidence and a beautiful stride in high heels that he had to do a double take. You were wearing a tight skirt, a baby pink shirt tucked in and a jacket on top. Your hair was styled to perfection, flawless makeup and a purse held close to you. You didn’t look like you belonged there. You looked like you belonged in one of those tv shows he sometimes liked to watch in his free time.

That’s the reason why he did a double take in the first place.

He knew he lived near New York and that there were all kinds of people there. But the dinner he went to every morning? Mrs. Martha’s diner? Oh no, he went there his whole life and people didn’t dress the way you do to go there. Maybe some kids show up there during prom night and that’s the fanciest he’s ever seen anyone. He isn’t saying people dress up badly, but normally they’re wearing jeans, or summer dresses, or shorts, and definitely sneakers, not high heels.

He was intrigued to say the least. What brought a woman like you to a place like a small diner? You seemed to belong to a fancy coffee shop where they’d charge 25 dollars for a single espresso.

The blonde male watched you as you came up to the counter and took a seat at one of the red stools there. He could only see your profile now, but he felt weird watching you smile at the waitress and start speaking to her.

“Whatcha looking at?” Jake asked, hopping on the booth on the opposite side. “Uuh, she’s pretty.”

“She’s weird.” Steve countered back.

The other male frowned. “Weird? Why is she weird? She’s just a gorgeous woman ordering some breakfast. One of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, if I’m being honest. Not more beautiful than my bunny, but you know what I mean.”

“She doesn’t look like she belongs here.” He explained, his eyes still trained on her. “Look at the way she’s dressed! Who the hell wears heels to come eat breakfast?”

Jake laughed, digging into his plate of eggs and bacon he had abandoned for a while to go to the restroom.

“You’re pissed because she’s wearing heels? Sometimes I don’t understand you, man.”

“I’m not pissed. I’m just…” But Steve found himself at a loss of words. He was just what?

He couldn’t exactly pinpoint what was making him stressed, but he knew you were stressing him out. You were making him feel weird and he decided right now that he didn’t like you one bit.

“Maybe she’s new to town.” Jake offered, mouth full of bacon. “Maybe she’s just passing by, but leave the poor gorgeous woman be.”

He rolled his eyes. He wasn’t going to go up to you and be rude, but he also didn’t have to enjoy your presence. Your gorgeous presence, as Jake placed it. Steve just assumed that what threw him off was just how much out of place you looked in the town. You didn’t seem to belong to a place like Rendalle.

Rendalle was a medium-sized town near New York, a perfect place to raise your kids, but it was also a place with biker gangs, with men like him. And you? For what he observed so far you seemed like a fine woman, fancy, your outfit probably cost almost the same amount as his bike. What are you doing in a place like this? He was so curious and intrigued by you and he hates it because he knows you’re trouble.

You were happy for your change of scenario. Moving to a new city where no one seemed to know who you were was exactly what you needed.

You were born and raised in New York, that's all you knew your whole life, that style. The skyscrapers and an enormous apartment where your parents raised you with your big sister. You knew the Sunday brunches and trips to Italy during summer. You knew private schools that probably cost more than someone make for living, and the luxurious cars because you didn't learn how to take the subway until you were a freshman at college since your parents refused to go there and instead ordered someone to drive them around town. But then, after graduating in law school, you were offered a great job opportunity but it was away from home.

Rendalle wasn't far from the place you grew up in. With luck and no traffic you could be home in three hours, or take the train and maybe you'd be there quicker. It was a big change, you were aware of that when you said yes. For the first time in your life you'd be doing things on your own and that was all going through your head when you said yes.

Of course your parents weren't happy, you'd be shocked if they said they were. Your dad wanted you to work for a friend of his, he was a powerful man and needed a good trustworthy lawyer by his side, but you knew what would happen if you said yes. You'd be stuck working around your family for the rest of your life, under their watchful eyes forever and before you even realized it, you'd be married to someone they set you up with and you'd be doing everything they wanted you to do without batting an eye. You didn't want to end up like your sister.

So accepting a job offer to work at a law firm that paid a bit less than your monthly allowance when you were younger was everything you needed. Money wasn't a big deal for you, you were of age and once your dear grandfather passed you and your sister received your share part of the inheritance. You weren't doing this for the money, you were doing this because you wanted to grow up on your own, you wanted to get job opportunities because people heard your name and knew you were a good damn lawyer and not because your parents were big influential people.

Sure Rendalle was not New York, it wasn't nearly as big, but it was homey. And you were damn sure you'd get a shot at actually doing things your way and finding your own path and happiness there. So instead of listening to all the horrible things your parents told you, how you'd be miserable, you simply packed up your things and left on the next day.

House hunting was the easy part, a mom of a friend of yours is a real estate agent, a good one for the matter. And before you knew it, she had found the perfect apartment for you - although your friend told you that once she got your list of demands, she asked him if you had gone crazy. But the apartment you chose with two bedrooms, one for you to sleep with an ensuite and a guest bedroom for when your nephew came to visit was enough for you. You knew that the rich people you grew up with wouldn't understand.

As far as you are concerned this new place you got, even if you have only been here for two weeks, is more your home than your home has ever been. This place looks like you, it has your little touches like the plant you got from a very kind man that owns a flower shop down the street from where you live, or the handmade fruit basket you brought from an artesanal shop you passed by on your way to work.

And the best place ever? The diner near your work. That place was heaven on earth to you. Sunny Side Up Diner owned by Mrs. Martha, she was probably the kindest woman you have ever met in your whole life. In the first fifteen minutes of conversation she already knew you were new in town and weren't yet used to a place that wasn't like New York, and then she proceeded to tell you the story of the place. How it was owned before her by her husband's mother, and once they got married they decided to take care of the place so the older lady could rest, and how owning a diner was the happiest times of her life. She was so sweet and didn't grumble under her breath when you asked if they served fresh croissants and called you a snobe. She actually suggested the best breakfast you had ever had in your life, and you felt like you had a new friend.

Work was nice. Your boss was an older man, but he wasn't an asshole to you like you expected him to be, maybe it was just your experience dealing with your father's friends that made you apprehensive of older men in general. Since you were fairly new to the whole being a lawyer thing, he gave you a small case to work on, with his assistance of course, so you'd be more at ease at doing things. And everyone seemed so nice and friendly at the office. You were really starting to think that it was honestly the best decision you had ever made in your life. To say yes to an unknown man offering you a job you found online on LinkedIn, and then moving to a town you knew a total of zero people.

You didn't have your own office, which you were fine with, working in the open area near the office's assistant and the interns was good to you. That's what you wanted after all, to be treated like everyone else. If you wanted to have your own office, you needed to work your ass off, and that's what you're going to do.

"Hey, I'm going to grab some coffee." You announced, pushing the rotating chair away from the desk so you could stand up. "Do you want some?"

The office's assistant looked up from her computer's screen. Big round eyes staring wide at you, mouth covered in lip gloss hanging a bit open. She cocked her head to the side as if she was still processing what you were saying, but you stood at your place, waiting for her reply.

"Are you… Are you asking me if I want coffee?" You nodded your head yes, frowning your brows a bit, confused. "I'm sorry. I'm just not… Normally people don't ask me if I want coffee."

"Why's that?" You asked, genuinely curious and a bit afraid of her answer. Honestly if she told you people didn't ask her if she wanted coffee because she is the assistant and is supposed to get them coffee, you're going to be pissed.

"I'm…" She shook her head. "It's not important. Yes, I'd like some coffee, please."

You were still curious, but didn't want to be pushy, so you smiled and asked her how she'd like her coffee before retreating to the break room.

The firm you were working for was actually bigger than you expected, and having a break room with a Nespresso machine was everything you could ask for. You weren't sure if you'd survive long enough if you had to deal with waiting for the coffee pot to brew. You had a slight problem with caffeine that you developed in college and when you needed your coffee, you needed your coffee, or else you'd get a migraine.

The break room was empty aside from two other lawyers sitting at a table eating yogurt. You offered them brief smiles before grabbing two clean mugs and started the machine to make coffee.

As you were placing the first capsule on the Nespresso and waiting for it to brew, you heard one of them call out your name. You turned your body halfway so you could still watch the coffee and talk to them at the same time.

"How are you enjoying the Rendalle so far?" Casey asked. She was a short blonde woman, her hair was near her shoulders and she liked to dress up in bright colors. The other one was Tiffanny, she was taller than Casey and had short curly dark hair covering her ears with dangling earrings, she liked to dress in pantsuits, and looked damn good in them. They were both nice and friendly to you since you started working with them last week, even taking you out to lunch on the first day.

"It's really nice. I'm really enjoying living here." You replied honestly.

"That's great!" Tiffany said in a cheerful tone, but then her expression changed up a bit. "So, listen. We don't want to gossip or anything, but since you're new to town, we feel as if it is our duty to warn you."

You frowned, not understanding where the topic of conversation was going.

"Warn me about what?"

"We heard you asking Crystal if she wanted coffee." She continued on. "Look, we're not saying she is a bad person, but her boyfriend and his friends are bad news."

"Have you ever heard of the Aces?" Casey asked you, leaning her body over the table so she could rest her face on both her hands. You shook your head. "They're a biker gang, and you don't want to get involved with a gang. Her boyfriend is Andy Barber, he is part of the Aces."

You stared at them, trying to figure out if they were pranking you or not.

"We're just looking out for you." Tiffany smiled sweetly. "We don't want you to end up getting mixed up with the wrong crowd."

Getting mixed up with the wrong crowd. God, they sounded so much like your parents right now. You nodded your head, taking them with a tight smile as you turned around to finish getting the coffees ready. Adding cream with a little more force than necessary, you watched as the foam formed and you tried not to steer it angrily and risk spilling the precious black liquid sitting in front of you.

You tried to understand where they were both coming from, but at the same time you just wanted to tell them to fuck off.

So with a tight lipped smile, you turned around to look at them, gripping the mugs on your manicured hands.

“Thank you so much for the concern. I appreciate it.”

You didn’t really appreciate it, but still.

Their words only made you feel stuck back in New York, when you could only socialize with the people your parents wanted you to socialize with. Is your best friend really your best friend because you would want to have him in your life, or was it shoved down your throat that you should be friends with him? You will never know. And now, here you are, in a new town and someone is trying to tell you who you can and can’t be friends with. That’s bullshit!

You went back to the main room, trying to calm yourself down before you spoke to Crystal again. You didn’t want to treat her badly because someone else had pissed you off, people seemed to treat her badly enough already as it is.

“Here’s your coffee.” You placed the mug on her table with a much more friendly smile on your face. “Hope I added the right amount of creamer.”

“It’s perfect, thank you so much.” She replied with a smile.

You nodded your head, going back to your place and taking a sip of the steaming coffee in front of you. It was sweet and perfect just like you enjoyed it.

Crystal seemed to be a sweet and nice woman, you didn’t understand why people didn’t want to hang around her. Her boyfriend couldn’t be that bad that they needed to go out of their way to treat her badly because of it. You were almost 100% sure they were acting like this just because they are part of a biker gang, which still sounds like utter bullshit to you.

The only downside of living in a town where no one knows you is that you have no friends which means you are always alone, and that includes weekends. Now here you are, wondering about town, trying to find something fun to do. It is a Saturday night and you’d normally be out partying with your friends, but you can’t just go to New York for the weekend just because you are bored.

You came across a pub on the other side of the road. You debated whether or not you should go inside. On one hand, you did feel like you needed a drink, but on the other hand going to a pub alone was never a good idea, you never know who you are going to meet.

Before you knew it, you were crossing the road at the same time a bike was coming to a stop near you. You watched them for a bit before realizing you knew who was climbing down behind a big man.

“Crystal!” You exclaimed excitedly. That’s exactly what you needed, to randomly run into someone and ask her to have a drink with you.

“Hi!” She said, smiling widely at you. “What are you doing here?”

You shuddered. “I was taking a walk, saw the pub and decided to go in for a drink. But then I saw you and now I want to have a drink with you because it’s going to be much more fun than just me and my thoughts.”

She nodded her head, seeming just as excited as you to the prospect of having a drink together.

“That’s great! They serve good drinks here.”

Just as you were about to tell her you should head inside, the man from the bike stood behind her. He was way taller than the both of you, wearing a leather jacket and dark jeans. His dark hair was combed backwards, he had a nice trimmed beard and dark blue eyes.

“Oh, this is my boyfriend, Andy.” Crystal said, then proceeded to tell him your name. “She’s new in town, we work together.”

“Hi.” You smiled at him, offering your hand in a polite manner. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Welcome to Randalle.” He smiled briefly, holding your hand in a firm shake. “Let’s go inside, it’s getting cold.”

You nodded, entering the pub behind them.

So this is Andy from the supposedly biker gang. He seemed… nice? At least he was polite to you.

You followed them inside, not knowing where to go. Apparently they went there a lot as you watched them come to a stop at a table full of people, all greeting each other with warm smiles and pats on the backs.

Maybe asking Crystal to have a drink with you wasn’t the best idea after all? She was probably looking forward to spending the night with her friends and not with her new coworker. But you also didn’t want to turn around and leave, you didn’t want them to think you were rude, and you really wanted a drink.

But then she turned around to look at you with that friendly smile on her face that made you want to seek her friendship in the first place, and you felt more at ease.

“Guys, this is my coworker. She just moved here.” She said, introducing you to them. “These are my friends. This is Jake.” She pointed to a short haired guy with blonde tips, and then to a smaller girl by his side that was his girlfriend. “This is Curtis and Ari.” She pointed to two strong men sitting side by side. Curtis had a buzzcut and Ari longer hair. “Oh, and this is Steve!”

The man coming up to the table holding a beer bottle in his hand was probably the most beautiful man you have ever seen in your life. His blonde hair was slicked back, there was a growing beard covering half his face. Piercing blue eyes. He was so tall, broad shoulders covered in a leather jacket. You felt the breath get knocked up from your lungs. Is this what love at first sight feels like?

He frowned a bit watching you, before his face relaxed and he offered you a nod.

“Hi. Nice to meet you all.” You replied, after you realize that you haven’t said anything after Crystal finished introducing you to her friends.

She looked at you with a giggle. “Let’s go get our drinks.”

You both walked towards the bar, taking seats on the stool and waiting for the man behind the counter to come up to you.

“Was I completely ridiculous back there?”

She shook her head with a laugh. “No. Steve is a handsome man, it was an honest reaction.”

“I feel like I embarrassed myself.” You whined, covering your face with both hands. “It’s just that… He is so beautiful. I was totally taken aback by him, like I did not see that coming.”

“It’s ok. Steve is super chill, he isn’t going to be cocky about it or anything like that. Don’t worry about it.”

You didn’t know if she was saying this just to make you feel better or if it was actually true. But still, you felt embarrassed for having openly ogled at him like that.

The barman came up to the both of you. A washcloth was thrown over his shoulder as he organized some drinks.

“What can I get you ladies?” He asked, looking up briefly from his work at hand.

“I will have a margarita, please.” You ordered, offering him a smile.

“I will have a club soda.” Crystal asked.

He nodded his head, starting to prepare your drinks.

There was an awkward silence for a moment. You weren’t sure if Crystal really wanted to be there with you, and that made you self conscious. Most of your friends are people that have been in your life for a very long time, or people who were introduced to you by your parents and simply stuck around. The last time you had to make friends on your own was during college and that was almost five years ago, and still, your best friend had been there by your side because the both of you decided to go to Columbia University together, on different degrees, but still.

For a brief moment of panic, you realized that for the first time in your life you were doing something without your best friend by your side. But then Crystal was calling out your name, her soothing voice doing something to your impending anxiety.

“Are you ok?” She asked, placing a hand on your arm.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You shook your head, trying to get rid of those bad thoughts or they’d eat you alive. “I was just thinking about how I basically threw this whole drinking with me thing on your face, you probably would rather be with your friends right now.”

“No, I don’t. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends, but…” She sighted. “I’m with them most of the time, and besides the boys and well, now Jake’s girlfriend, I don’t really have any other friend, or female friend for that matter.”

“Really?” You cocked an eyebrow, clearly doubtful of that. “You’re like super nice and I find it hard to believe that Jake’s girlfriend is your only female friend. What about the girls at the office?”

Okay. That was a bit low of you considering you knew Casey and Tiffany didn’t like her, but you wanted to know more. You wanted to know if they were the kind of girls that would talk shit about you behind your back and be friendly once you’ve turned back around. You also wanted to know if there was any specific reason as to why they decided that her boyfriend and his friends were bad news. Basically, you just wanted to know more about Crystal, and hopefully this question will let you.

“They don’t really like me, I guess.” She shuddered. “I mean, they never said it to my face, but I can tell from the way they treat me differently to the way they don’t invite me to get drinks with them every other week like they do to everyone else at the office. Basically to them I am just there to assist everyone.”

“What?! I can’t believe they don’t invite you out. This is ridiculous.”

The barman placed the drinks in front of you and left without a word.

“Yeah, they don’t. And they post about it on their Instagram, so it’s obviously a thing even if when I am close enough they say it’s not.”

You took a sip of your margarita, humming in appreciation of the tequila on your tongue.

“But why do they do this?” You asked, tilting your head to the side. “They seemed so nice. Are they one of those people that you actually think they like you but they actually hate you in secret?”

Crystal chuckled, also taking a sip of her drink while she nodded her head.

“In their case, I don’t think the hate part is very secretive. I think they dislike me because of Andy. No, I’m pretty sure it is because of Andy. They were super nice to me once I started working at the firm, we used to hang out all the time, but once I started dating him, they simply cut me off.”

Now you were shocked. They sounded so much like those horrible people back home that would drop a friend without a notice just because they did something that the group disliked so much.

“That’s just horrible. Good to know this, now my opinion on them has completely changed. I can’t believe this. Why would they stop talking to you just because of your boyfriend?”

She dropped her shoulders, busying herself taking a very long gulp of her drink, almost as if she didn’t want to reply. You kept on staring at her, waiting for an answer.

“Well, you are new to town, so you obviously don’t know many things about here.”

“I did do an intense research about the town on Google.”

That got a laugh out of her. “I bet you did, but things here are different from New York. Are you seeing my friends over there?”

You turned around to stare at the table that was laughing lively. They all seemed so happy and at ease with each other.

“Are you seeing how they all are using leather jackets with an ace on the back?” At your nod she kept on talking. “That’s because they are the Aces, a biker gang. They’re aren’t the only ones, there are other gangs around here as well, some have nice people, some don’t, but there are people like Casey and Tiffany that judge that. And that’s why they don’t like me. Because I hang out with bikers.” She took a deep breath, her eyes shifting to look at you once again. “And I understand if you don’t want to be friends with me anymore. I know it is a lot to deal with.”

“You think I don’t want to be friends with you anymore because your boyfriend is part of a biker gang?”

She nodded and you scoffed.

“Girl, you are completely wrong. I like you a lot, and now you are stuck with me. Unless you don’t want to be my friend then we are still very much in fact friends.”

You watched as a smile blossomed on her features.

“Then we are friends!”

“Great.”

You clicked your glasses with hers.

“Now that we are friends, please, tell me some office gossip.”

By the time Crystal and her friends decided it was time to leave, you were a little bit drunk.

They were all so nice and you had a good time, making promises to show up more because apparently they had all liked you too.

You were standing outside of the pub, cellphone in hand as you typed the address to your apartment, hoping to find an uber at three am on a Sunday. You had completely forgotten this isn’t New York and you can’t count on the fact that there are always Ubers, Taxis and the Subway to take.

“Is someone coming to pick you up?” Jake asked, taking off his jacket and placing it around his girlfriend’s shoulders as it was cold outside.

“Nope.” You shifted the weight of your body to another foot, wondering why you thought wearing high heeled boots was a good idea to begin with. “I’m waiting for an Uber. I forgot there is no subway here. Oooh, I could get a bus. There are buses here, right?”

Jake chuckled at your question, realizing you weren’t thinking very much straight due to the alcohol.

“I don’t think I can let you take an uber or the bus this late at night, alone and drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk, ok? I can definitely fight someone if I have to.”

He shook his head. “Still a no. It’s too dangerous. Steve can give you a ride home, right Steve?”

The taller blonde looked up from his cigarette to look at the both of you. He was leaning against the wall of the pub, smoking. You haven’t even noticed him there.

“No, there’s no need for that.” You giggled, eyes wide as you stared at him. “The uber will be here in… fifteen minutes.” You cursed under your breath. “Fifteen minutes?”

Steve pushed off the wall, throwing the cigarette on the bin next to him as he came to stand beside you. Even in your high heels he was still so much taller than you, he could crush you if he tried. That thought made a chill run down your spine.

“It’s late, and you’re drunk. I’ll take you home. It’s safer this way.” He said in a gruff voice.

The whole night, you had a feeling that he didn’t like you very much. He treated you differently than he treated everyone else at the table. You figured it was because they had been friends for years and you’ve known him for less than a day, but then he kept on staring at you like he was trying to figure you out or something. He didn’t stare at anyone else, just you. And after the whole ogling fiasco thing? He probably dislikes you already.

“No, I don’t want to bother you. But thanks.”

He shook his head, already digging the keys from his jacket’s pocket and turning you in the direction of where he had parked.

“You’re not bothering. Come on.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, starting to walk and in doing so forcing you to do so. “Bye guys, see you on Monday.”

You turned your head to look over your shoulder, waving at your new friends with a smile on your face.

“Bye!”

You watched as they laughed at the both of you and waved back.

Steve stopped walking, making you almost stumble if it wasn’t for his grip on your shoulders. You whipped your head around to look at him then at the bike in front of you. Oh right, he is a biker, so obviously he has a bike. Duh.

“Uh. I don’t think I have much of a balance right now.” You said, watching as he gave you a spare helmet. “I tend to lose a bit of my balance when I drink.”

“I noticed when you almost fell earlier.” There was a hint of amusement in his voice, which made you feel a bit better. If he was making fun of you then maybe he didn’t dislike you as much as you thought he did.

“What if I fall down while you’re driving?” You asked in a small voice.

He stared down at you, lifting the helmet to place over your head once he realized you hadn't already.

“You won’t fall down. You just have to hold onto me really tight.”

You were glad he had already placed the helmet on you, this way he wouldn’t be able to see the giddy expression on your face over the prospect of holding him.

You told him your address and watched as he placed his own helmet over his head, sitting on the bike and then offering a hand to help you hop on top of it as well.

His hand was much bigger than yours, and soft to the touch. Once you were fully seated, you took a deep breath before wrapping your arms around his waist. The first thing you felt was how strong he was. His abs were pure solid muscles, and you wondered what it would feel like to run your hands over it with him wearing nothing.

He roared the bike to life and then took off.

Somewhere during the drive to your place, with the wind blowing your hair back, you felt at peace and that made you sleepy so you placed your head on his back. There was the material of the helmet between you and his skin, and you hoped he wouldn’t mind. Then you realized this was probably the third time just tonight that you have embarrassed yourself in front of him, but it was already too late.

You came to a stop in front of your building. He got off the bike first, helping you out too, still holding onto you as you almost tripped over. Stupid heels.

“Thank you for bringing me home.” You smiled at him.

Steve nodded his head, still looking serious, but you could notice a hint of smile on the corner of his lips.

“No problem, just glad I could help you get home safe.”

You stood on your tiptoes, placing a kiss on his cheeks.

“I’m glad you did. Have a good night, Steve.”

You took a step around him and then entered your building once you put the code on the gate. Not daring to turn around to see if he was still watching you.

Steve stared after your reatring form, a frown etched on his face.

He knew you were trouble and after meeting you, he was sure you were trouble. Even after hearing you talk, and laugh, and drink all night long you were still a mystery to him, and that only drew him in more.

He hated himself for being attracted to you.

On Monday morning you woke up, did your morning routine a little bit happier than usual considering you’re not a morning person by any means, but after the weekend you were feeling extra happier. You’ve finally found some friends.

You drove to your law firm, parking inside the underground garage of the building, and then walked to Sunny Side Up Diner as you’ve been doing every day of the week ever since you found the place. It was nice to have a small chat with Mrs. Martha before heading to work, and the fact that she made the best omelet you’ve ever had in your life also helped a lot.

At first, when you entered the establishment, you didn’t notice Steve sitting in a booth, but he definitely saw you. Already frowning at your high heeled form, it already made a bit more sense to him the way you dressed once he learned you work with Crystal, but he still couldn’t understand why you were such high heels.

After ordering your usual breakfast consisting of a chocolate cappuccino, cheese omelet and a french toast, you turned around to find a booth and that’s when you saw him. Sitting alone and nursing a single mug of coffee. He was staring out the window with a furrow on his browns, which made you wonder if he was always frowning.

You debated whether or not you should go up to him and say hello. You still weren’t sure if he liked you or not, but he still drove you home on Saturday when he could’ve let you take an Uber at three am on your own. With a deep breath, you decided it wouldn’t be so bad if you said hello and then went your way.

The blonde turned his head around at the sound of approaching heels and the first thing he saw was your chest.

“Good morning, Steve.” You greeted him cheerfully.

He flushed a bit once he realized he had been caught looking at your breasts and shook his head so you wouldn’t see, before focusing his eyes on your face.

“Good morning.”

There was an awkward silence between the both of you for a moment before he decided to break it.

“Would you like to sit with me?”

You smiled at his offer.

“Thank you.” You took a seat across from you, being careful not to bump your legs on his knees. “Are you waiting for someone? I don’t want to bother.”

He shook his head. “No. Just Jake and maybe Curtis, we usually have breakfast together.”

“Oh, in this case I should probably…”

He grabbed your hand before you could properly move to try and get out of the booth. You looked up at him in surprise and he let you go as quickly as he had grabbed you, avoiding your gaze.

“Sorry.” He cleared his throat. “You can stay. Any friend of Crystal is a friend of ours. Besides, the guys liked you.”

You wondered if it included him.

”Thank you.” You offered him a shy smile.

You didn’t know why you acted this way towards him. Usually you are confident when it comes to guys you have a crush on, but with him? Steve makes you feel like a teenager dealing with her first crush. You literally don’t know what to say to him! And the fact that you keep embarrassing yourself in front of him isn’t he’ll, at all.

Luckily the waitress showed up to save you from further awkwardness. She placed a mug full of cappuccino in front of you before refilling Steve’s mug with fresh coffee.

You blew the steam of the hot beverage before taking an appreciative sip. The first cup of coffee in the morning is always the best. You felt your muscles relax a bit as the caffeine started working on your body, making you more alert and properly waking you up.

When you opened your eyes again, Steve was watching you with a different expression other than his furrowing brows, although you couldn’t even fathom an idea of what he was thinking.

“Sorry, I’m a bit of a coffee addict.” You said sheepishly. “Developed it during college.”

“That can’t be much health, but I need my caffeine intake too, so I can’t be one to judge.” He brought the mug to his lips. “So you’re a lawyer?”

“Yeah. Graduated a few months ago, actually, I just passed the bar exam. After many sleepless nights studying with lots and lots of coffee.”

“Congratulations, then.” He offered you a brief smile.

You felt as if you had won in the lottery with a smile like that directed at you. His whole face lit up when he did it and you hope he did it more often around you.

“But I have to ask, why would you choose to come to Rendalle when I’m sure New York has many more opportunities for you?”

You sighted, avoiding his eyes for a moment. You were sure someone would ask you this sooner or later, you just wish it had been later.

“My dad wanted me to work for a friend of his and I wanted to do something on my own. God, sorry, I sound like a stupid rich girl with stupid rich people problem. That’s what I’m trying to avoid, rich people. I want to do something because I want it and not because my parents planted the thought into my head and made me think I wanted it.”

“You don’t get along very well with your parents?” He asked lowly.

You shook your head. “It’s not that. They just have this future planned for me and it’s not what I want. So I decided to take on a job opportunity in a town I knew nobody so I could try and do something for myself for once.”

“That’s very brave.” He smiled. “Most people would just do what’s more comfortable.”

“Yeah, that’s what my sister did and well… I don’t think she is very happy.”

The waitress placed your order on the table before leaving, but you barely even noticed her presence.

“Then you should go after what makes you happy.”

“I’m trying to do that, it’s not very easy without having my parents support, it’s like they’re expecting me to fail.”

He shook his head, reaching across the table to lay a delicate hand on top of yours. It was warm and resisted the need to intertwine your fingers.

“Then you should find a better support system.”

Steve had such a beautiful smile on your face that you felt yourself falling further. You didn’t even know him that well, but you were sure that if you did you would fall head over heels in love with him.

Steve walked you to work after you finished breakfast, even after his friends had shown up, he still said he’d walk you. It was such a short amount of time, but just the thought of him wanting to do this small thing with you was enough to send butterflies erupting in your belly.

Now you looked even more forward to having breakfast at the diner everyday because you saw him, and you two talked for what felt like hours, and then he walked you to work, and the next day you’d do the same thing again and again and again.

He still didn’t understand you completely, but talking to you everyday was starting to make more sense to you and the thoughts he had previously. But he wasn’t sure how he felt about you, you made his heart race and you are the first thought on his head when he wakes up and the last thing he thinks about before he goes to sleep. Is it a good idea to fall in love with a woman who can very much up and leave? He has to be realistic and consider the fact that maybe you will go back to New York and all of this is just a rebellious phase of yours.

After all, he was someone’s rebellious phase before and he isn’t ready to be it again.

“So this is your workplace.” You called out, announcing your presence from the doorway.

Steve looked up from the cloth he was using to clean his hands. You were dressed way more casually than usual, wearing leggings and a sports bra covered by a thin jacket.

“Hey you.” He smiled, standing up from the stool. “What are you doing here?”

“Crystal mentioned you worked here and I decided to come by to say hello.” You said casually, shuggring. “We were on our way to the gym.”

“Oh? And Crystal didn’t want to say hello?”

“She’s already working out, she’s having a dinner date with Andy later.” You smiled at him, coming inside the shop and letting the door close behind yourself. “But I would rather see you than lift weights.”

The blonde hung his head low so you wouldn’t be able to see the blush dusting his cheeks, but by the small giggle he heard, he was almost 100% sure that you knew you had flustered him.

“You’re lucky I’m finished too, we can go lift weights together.”

Your eyes widened. This was definitely not what you were expecting.

Ok, Steve is a well built guy and you knew he went to the gym, and considering there was one right beside his tattoo shop, it made sense he went there as well. But just the thought of watching him all sweaty and lifting weights, made you all hot and bothered. You would probably faint watching his building muscles. Maybe it was a bad idea to let Crystal convince you to join her on her fitness crusade, who needed to workout at a gym after all, right? You could very much buy a yoga mat and do Pamela Reif or Chloe Ting’s workouts at home, where no one could see you and there was no hot guy you were crushing on.

You must have zoned out pretty good because the next thing you knew, Steve standing right in front of you, a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you ok? Maybe you shouldn’t workout today.”

“No. I’m fine, good. I’ve never been better. Just super excited to workout with you and your muscles. Not your muscles. My muscles. I want to have muscles.”

He chuckled at you, shaking his head.

“You’re really cute, you know that?”

Now it was your turn to be flustered.

“Thank you. You’re very cute, too.” You widen your eyes. “I should probably stop talking.”

He placed a bag over his shoulder, guiding you to the door. Waiting until you were outside beside him to close and lock the door.

“I like how you don’t seem to have much of a filter while talking.” He said as you both made your way to the gym, him pushing the door open for you.

“That’s your fault actually.”

He frowned, looking down at you. “How can this be my fault?”

You huffed “I’m usually a very collected person, but whenever I’m around you is like my brain stops working and blurt out things I shouldn’t say out loud, or I become stupid and keep tripping over my own feet. It’s all your fault, Steve.”

“So you’re telling me I make you a flustered mess?” He cocked an eyebrow up, a smirk pulling at his lips.

“Ugh!”

You left him standing on the doorway, deciding that lifting weights would be better.

Steve shook his head laughing at you. At that moment, realizing he already was a goner for you.

Steve was watching you from afar. You were sitting at the bar on your own, typing away on your phone and nursing a drink. He was by the pool playing with his friends, but he was keeping a close eye on you, making sure you are ok and safe.

“So, how much longer are you going to keep admiring from afar?” Curtis asked, leaning against the pool table, a smirk on his face.

“What?” Steve snapped out of his concentration on you, focusing on his friend who was now laughing.

“I knew this would happen, since the moment Jake told us about you complaining about her at the diner.”

The blonde rolled his eyes. “We’re friends.”

“Sure thing. Oh, I wish Bucky was here to watch this unfold, it’s like one of those tv shows we’re all so invested about.”

“You mean you and your girl are invested about.”

Curtis scowlded at that.

“You might want to step in.” He gestured with his head towards where you’re at.

Steve turned around quickly, watching as some man was chatting you up. He frowned, seeing red. How dare he go perturbe you? Couldn’t he see you were doing great on your own?

You were cowering on yourself to try and get away from the man. With a deep breath, Steve took long strides towards you, stopping right behind you and placing a hand on your shoulder. His eyes fixed in a glare at the man in front of you both.

“Is everything ok here?” He asked in a gravelly voice.

You had once tensed under his touch, not knowing who it was, but relaxed once you heard his voice. You allowed your back to rest against his solid chest. His hand slid all the way over your arm to rest his arm over your shoulder, his palm was so soft, you were sure he used moisturizer. You wanted his touch like this on your skin forever.

The man’s eyes went wide.

“I didn’t know she was your girl, Rogers. I’m so sorry!”

“Yeah, she’s my girl.” He grumbled, tightening his grip around you to bring you even closer. “And you better fucking leave before I leave my patience.”

He nodded, scrabbling to his feet before hurring away from the both of you.

You sighed in relief. He was making you really uncomfortable, asking you a lot of questions and trying to get you to leave with him, even after you told him you weren’t interested.

You shifted in the stool, turning it around so your side was pressed against Steve’s chest. You rested your head against him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Thank you.”

He rubbed your arm in a sweet manner.

“Are you ok? He didn’t touch you, did he? I swear I’ll…”

“No, he didn’t.” You looked up at him, and held your breath, he looked so handsome. “So I’m your girl?”

He rolled his eyes before cupping your face with his uncopied hand, bringing your lips to his.

He tasted like whiskey and mint, and his tongue was warm against yours. It felt like there were a million butterflies batting their wings on your stomach alongside with fireworks exploding inside of you, it had been so long since the last time you felt this happy to kiss someone. You hugged him closer to you, hoping the kiss wouldn’t end.

You heard someone yelling, but you didn’t care, all you cared about was Steve kissing you, he was finally kissing you, after weeks of pining, it was finally happening.

When you broke free, your lipstick had transferred a bit to his lips, but you didn’t think he minded because he was diving right back to another kiss.

“That was better than I had imagined it to be.” You mumbled once you took a deep breath.

He smirked “You’ve been imagining kissing me?”

“Only since the night we met.”

He smiled, you noticed he had been doing that a lot more around you lately. In the first few weeks when you had met, he wouldn’t even chuckle near you, but now he was smiling.

“But I thought you didn’t like me very much.”

You waited for a moment, thinking he was going to agree with you. You wouldn’t be mad if he said he didn’t, you knew sometimes you could come out as difficult because of the way you were brought up by your parents. But he kept smiling at you.

“That’s just me being me.” He placed some hair behind your ear, keeping his hand there, cradling your face against his large palm. “In case you haven’t noticed, I kind of like you.”

A smile blossomed on your face. “I kind of like you, too.”

You weren’t sure if you two were dating, but there was definitely something there. He picked you up at home most of the days, drove you to Sunny Side Diner, then walked you to work just to pick you up and drive you home once the day was over. He was just a dream come true. And you were happier than ever.

But you should've guessed things were going too well for you to be actually happy with your new life. And your good mood went downhill the moment your cellphone rang and on the screen display was written your sister's name.

You actually debated for a solid 30 seconds whether or not you should answer it, you were still bitter over the fact that she allowed your parents to chew your head off for moving to a new city and she just sat there on the couch, nursing a martini and not saying anything while they yelled and yelled and yelled. You thought she would at least tell them to calm down.

"Hello?" You placed the phone over your ear, hoping this would be a quick call.

"Hi! How are you?" Eliza said eagerly over the phone, which could only mean one thing, she was probably a bit drunk.

You frowned looking at the clock, it was almost lunch time, but who were you to judge?

"Hey, Liza, I'm fine. How are you?" You tried to macht her cheerful tone.

"I'm doing great, actually. Thought I'd call to give you a little heads up about this gala that me and Matt are organizing."

Matt. Right, her douchebag of a husband, the one of you who you have to call your brother in law and act like you actually enjoy his presence during family gatherings. If there was one person you could punch in the face several times and it still wouldn't be enough that would be him.  

"Oh… That's nice." You cringed at how unistersed you sounded, that's because you were. "Just let me know when I will put it on my schedule."

"Look at you, acting like you're all busy or something." She giggled on the other hand and you gripped the phone tighter in your hand.

You were on your way to Sunny Side Diner to have lunch with Steve and some friends. Crystal had gone ahead of you as you had to finish a phone meeting and now you wish you had told her to wait for you because if you weren't alone there was no way you were going to have answered the phone.

"That's because I am busy, Liza, some of us have real jobs."

"Right." She giggled again. "Let's see how long this act can go on for. I am betting that by New Years you will be crawling back home, but mommy thinks you will last by Thanksgiving."

"What?!"

They were making bets on you, those fucking idiots.

"I know right? I guess I have a little more faith in you then her, but then again I know you better than our parents and I know how stubborn you are so there is no way you are coming back sooner! Hopefully by the time you get back you have your head in the right place."

"My head in the right place? Are you fucking kidding me right now, Eliza? What is wrong with you?"

She laughed again. You took a deep breath coming to a halt in front of the diner but turning away from the widows to keep your conversation.

"Jesus, it is just the truth."

Is it bad if you tell your sister to fuck off? You knew she would probably tell your mom who would call you scandalized and start yelling at you. It would definitely make you feel better, but would it be worth it all the drama you'd be creating?

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me or was it just the gala?" You asked through gritted teeth.

"Just wanted to know if you're going to bring someone."

You thought about Steve. You'd love to bring him as your date, but did you want to put him through misery by dragging him along in your family drama? He didn't deserve it. But you also aren't sure you can face them all alone, without him by your side, you're going to need him there.

"Yes, I will bring a date."

"Oh really?" She said as if that was finny too. "May I know who?"

"No. My love life is not really any of your business." You wanted to add something about her husband's mistresses and her fair share of infidelity as well, but you bit your tongue instead. "E-mail me the details to the gala and I will be there."

"Sure thing. See you soon then, bye-bye!"

You didn't bother to reply, ending the call as soon as she said bye.

If Steve said no to going to the gala with you, you'd just ask Crystal to go with you, it could be a girls only weekend in New York, that would be fun too. And you'd still have your best friend there, so that wasn't all wasted.

You massaged your temples, already feeling a headache forming in the back of your head. It was your sister's effect, she just knew how to get under your skin.

"Hey, you okay?" You almost jumped out of your skin feeling a hand at the small of your back.

You spun around, coming face to face with Steve who was looking at you with concern in his eyes.

"Yeah, everything's fine." You sighed. "Just my sister on the phone. She knows how to piss me off."

He held a sympathetic smile on his lips before pushing my body closer to his so he could kiss my temple. I swear I could melt right there.

“I don’t like seeing you like this, sunshine.” He mumbled against your hair. “You’re always so happy, it makes me sad to see you sad.”

You tried to hide your smile at the pet name, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“Sorry, my family is just complicated.”

He kisses you on the lips this time.

“Guess I’ll have to help you relax later.”

You didn’t know what Steve meant when he said he’d help you relax later, but that got you thinking about it for the raimining of the day. You were eager to finish your work so you could go home and see him. He drove you to work today and said he’d pick you up as well, so you’d see him sooner than expected and all you wanted was him.

Since you two started whatever this was, you haven’t slept together and you definitely kept thinking about it. You were making out with a man twice your size full of solid muscles, you couldn’t help but want more. The fact that you haven’t been intimate with anyone since your graduation party also didn’t help.

The tension kept building up. Steve was always touching you in some sort of way. When you both have breakfast together he’d place a hand on your thigh under the table and rub small circles. When you’re together at the pub he always has his arm wrapped around you, and he insists on leaving small kisses wherever he can reach, it doesn’t matter if it’s your cheek, neck, temple or your own lips, if he can put his mouth on he is going to.

All of this definitely keeps you up later than usual at night.

“Hey.” Tiffany stood in front of your table, a friendly smile on your face. “Some of us are going out for drinks right now, do you want to come?”

Your relationship with her had been a bit awkward ever since she realized you had been hanging out with Crystal, but you didn’t really care. You didn’t want to be friends with someone who judges others as quickly as she did.

“Thank you, but I already have plans.” You smiled politely at her, gathering your things and putting your purse on your shoulder. “Maybe next time we can all go out, all of us.”

Her shoulders dropped a bit at your tone, but she didn’t lose the smile.

“Sure, sounds like a solid plan to me.”

And just like that she left, as if you didn’t just dig one at her.

You rolled your eyes, she kind of reminded you of some people from back home. Some fake people who would only pretend to be your friend so they could get to the best parties and get closer to your best friend.

“Is Steve picking you up?” Crystal asked, tapping the first floor button on the elevator.

“Yes, he drove me this morning.”

She side eyed you before realising a small laugh.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing. You two are just too cute.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but didn’t offer a comment back. Some part of you were really glad for her approval.

When you stepped out of the building a smile blossomed on your face watching Steve leaning against his bike waiting for you. You don’t really recall telling goodbye to Crystal, you know you said something, just not sure what.

You came to a stop in front of him, leaning in to place a kiss on his lips.

“Ready to go home?” He asked, handing you a helmet.

You nodded, placing it on your head. It’s time to see what’s waiting for you.

The ride was a blur on your mind. You recall inviting him up and you two kept stealing glances at each other from across the elevator. It wasn’t the first time he was going up to your apartment, but it felt like so because you were suddenly feeling nervous.

As soon as you unlocked the door and stepped inside Steve was on you, hands on your hips and lips smashing against yours. His lips were soft and you actually moaned when his warm tongue slipped inside your mouth.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day long.” He said against your lips, his hands roughly kneaded with the flesh of your bottoms. “Actually, no, I’ve been thinking about you for much longer.”

His lips trailed kisses along your jaw and lower, sucking and biting, and then soothing with his tongue.

“I’ve been thinking about you, too.” You admitted.

He smirked against your skin, hands trailing to your thighs and helping you hoist yourself so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Now you were face to face. You kissed him again, getting lost in his taste.

You've been waiting for this for a very long time, all you wanted was for him to touch you and it was finally happening.

You didn't even mind as he maneuvered you both inside your apartment. He had been there before so he knew where your bedroom was, and you were relieved you were both thinking the same thing when he placed on top of the bed. You'd be really disappointed if this was just a really hot makeout session, although they are usually really good, you are so ready for more.

Steve's hands trailed over your body, popping open the buttons of your blouse and shoving it aside, staring at your bra covered chest. You slide your hands over his shoulders to get rid of his leather jacket - he looked really hot in them, but right now you'd very much rather see him in nothing.

As he pulled your skirt down and reached the hem of your panties, he lifted his gaze to yours.

"Are you sure about this, sunshine?" He questioned you in a quiet hum. "Because once we do this, we're done for, you're all mine, no going back."

You cupped his face, smiling up at him.

"Yes, I'm a hundred percent sure of this."

The idea of being his ignited a fire in your belly. You couldn't wait to tell people you are Steve's girl.

He slid your panties down your legs, placing kisses along your thighs, his hot breath fanning against your wet center. Your breath hitched when his fingers ghosted over where you wanted him the most. He placed a single finger on your clit, drawing circular motions in a slow pattern to work you up, and you closed your eyes to enjoy the sensation. You felt a finger slowly slide inside of you, working you up.

He surely was taking his time with you, and you weren't going to complain as he was building up heat on your lower area.

Steve added a second finger, scissoring you open.

"Need to work you over a bit before I enter you, sunshine." He whispered against your neck, placing gentle kisses along the sensitive area. "You're already so tight, can't even imagine what your pussy is going to feel like wrapped around my cock."

He sped up the motions of his hand, bringing you over the edge before you could even realize it. You came with a breathless moan and a small plea for him to just fuck you falling from your lips.

His blue eyes were now a pool of darkness, you stared at him for a moment as his hands left you to come rest between his lips. Tasting you for the first time.

"You taste even better than I have imagined."

At the moment you couldn't even bring yourself to feel embarrassed by the idea that he had thought about what you'd taste like.

He smiled down at you, joining your lips for a brief kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue. His hand groped at your breasts, twisting at a nipple, and eliciting a moan out of you.

You watched with blissed out eyes as he stripped out of his clothes. Watching as his perfect adonis body came into view. Trying not to gape once his underwear was gone and you could see his cock bob against his abs.

Steve laid on top of you again. You felt him press against your entrance, prodding before slowly sliding in. You threw your head back in pure bliss, feeling all of him, every vein and rigidness right against you. He was big, and it felt like he was sliding in for ages before his hips finally made contact with yours.

He hissed before retracting his hips and snapping them forward forcefully. You opened your mouth.

"So tight." He panted against your lips. "So fucking tight."

All thoughts left your head, all you could think about was the pure pleasure he was bringing you. It felt so good, too good. You could blame the fact that you haven't been with anyone for a while, but after this you were a hundred percent sure you weren't ever going to want to be with anyone else but him.

He angled his hips, hitting deeper than before. You keened against him, throwing your arms around his back to bring him closer to you.

You were tethering over the edge, and apparently he could tell by the way he sped up his movements. You closed your eyes and saw stars burst behind them as an orgams washed over your whole body.

"You look so pretty like this." He praised you, leaving open mouthed kisses wherever he could reach. "Shit, I'm-"

"It's ok." You interrupted him. "I'm on birth control."

That's all he needed to hear before cumming inside of him. You release a small sight at the feel of his hot seed inside of you. Steve sagged on top of you, panting against your ear.

You stayed like this a few more minutes, gathering your breaths.

"I hope I helped you feel better." Steve said, making you laugh.

"Oh, you definitely did." You smiled up at him. "Thank you."

He kissed you on the lips.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shook your head. "Not really."

He nodded, pushing off your body before pulling off you slowly. He watched for a moment as his cum dribbled out of your pussy. A small smirk curled on his lips.

"I might just get used to this sight."

You giggled, watching as he left to the bathroom before returning with a wet washcloth and kneeling back in between on your legs. He cleaned the mess left behind, offering you sweet smiles and a kiss on the forehead before leaving again.

When he came back, you laid back together on bed, resting your head on his chest. His hand on your hair, the other resting on his chest. It was a nice peaceful silence before you decided to break it.

"Would you consider going to New York with me for a weekend?"

Steve looked down at you.

"Sure."

Your eyebrows shot up. "Really? Even if it means a family event? With my fucked up family."

"Of course, sunshine." He smiled at you. "There isn't much I wouldn't do for you."

You smiled fondly at him, pecking him on the lips.

You could've asked him what he meant by that, but you were too content at the moment. So you just closed your eyes, feeling happy in his embrace and allowed sleep to envelop you.

You could see yourself falling in love with him, and you were pretty sure you already were.

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