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hoony2k · 4 months

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TEXT ME BACK!

Synopsis: it's the middle of the night, the phone keeps buzzing, you've been trying to fall asleep, there's a knock on your window...wait what?

PAIRING: niki x reader

GENRE: fluff, crack, idiot x idiot

GUEST APPERANCE: older brother!heeseung

WARNING: none :)

WORD COUNT: 1k+

NOTE: hii did not dust this old work. please enjoy

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The Lee house was draped under a veil of utter darkness mixed with silence. After all, it was nearly eleven, yet you stirred awake every few minutes fighting the restlessness in your muscles.

The only sounds were your occasional sighing and a tick of the small clock on your nightstand. A woolly comforter draped over your body with an anchoring weight, no longer a fluffy cloud it suffocated you.

Sighing once more, you threw it off and it slid down the bed.

"Much better", you thought. Despite the winter chill embracing your bones, you finally felt like you were able to breathe. A couple of deep breaths and you could feel the crawling warmth of slumber.

The room suddenly lit up for a flash and your phone vibrating and lighting up shattered the trance you worked hard on.

This time you sighed out of annoyance and turned the device upside down. You fluffed your pillow and flipped it to the cold side.

Peace and silence were found once more.

Until there was a small tapping sound coming from your window. You decided to ignore it. However, the bird would not stop pecking the glass. Frustration laced your expression when you got up and stomped toward the window, ready to flick the bird away.

You threw your curtains apart and were met by the beloved sight of-

"Riki?", you questioned in pure astonishment.

The boy stared at you, eyes blown wide and nose red from the cold. He was perched on the tree branch that was near your window, hands gripping tightly for his dear life.

"Open up!" he whispered loudly.

Swiftly, you unlocked the window, slid the pane and grabbed onto your boyfriend's shoulders.

Niki winced at your force.

"Can you loosen up a-"

It was insane how he assumed you would react normally to him climbing a tree in the middle of the cold night to try to reach the first floor of your house. When all was icy and wet from the winter ambience, he could have lost his footing easily.

You had overestimated your strength and were unable to handle the boy's weight. He was taller and broader than you- a trait you loved on a usual day. Made you feel secure and comfortable but in one swift motion, his right foot imbalanced and your elbow collided harshly with the window panel, resulting in your bodies tumbling inside and toppling over one another.

Titling backwards, you let your head fall onto your arm yet felt no pain anywhere. When you opened your eyes, you were relieved to discover that Riki's quick reflexes stopped him from crushing you but unfortunately, the boy tried to soften your fall by lending an arm to cushion your head. He held his body upwards by his right elbow, your noses a feather away, his necklace ice on your collar bones. You could see your worried face reflected in the pools of mirth in his brown eyes. If his arm was in pain, he didn't dare show it.

"Hey, gorgeous," he joked but stopped chuckling when he saw your frown.

He slithered his arm from under your head and sat near you.

"I'm fine. Really."

You roll your eyes playfully but Niki notices how stern your tone is when you speak.

"Please knock at the door like a normal person next time, or at least text me."

The boy was visibly offended by your words, his shoulders hunched in a shrug and his brows furrowed in an accusing manner.

"I did text you!"

Oh…so that was his message, you realised albeit too late. You gazed up at him bashfully, neck heating up despite the chill in your room.

He gave you a pointed look which screamed "I told you so" so you pulled a classic Rizz move and leaned forward to find solace in his arms.

His shoulders shook as he giggled, his nose brushed against your hair he sniffed loudly.

"Woah you stink."

You mimicked his offence by shoving the boy away from you and glaring at him an with angry frown. He laughed loudly at the reaction he anticipated and watched you crawl on the bed. He stood up and waited for you to scoot over but you pulled your heavy blanket on your legs and stretched your limbs like a starfish.

He gazed down at you expectantly.

"I should have let you freeze outside," you spoke cooly.

Riki gasped rather obnoxiously. You saw how your words settled in his genius brain and the exact moment his gears turned as he came up with a plan for revenge.

When he drew closer, you swiftly scooted away from him and wrapped the blanket around yourself as a shield but it was no use because you had backed yourself against the wall and Riki was coming at you with his arms reaching out and fingers bent, ready to tickle the apologises and life out of you. Your cool resolve shattered instantly and a spurt of apologies rained but he paid no mind.

Before he could even touch you, laughter left your mouth due to nervousness and reflexes.

The poor bed jumped and shrieked as Riki pounced on it and began to unleash his true strength. One hand held your wrist away from you and pinned it on the wall while his other hand moved and hovered over your body.

Despite not exactly tickling you, your face was red from how much you were already giggling. Air escaped you like a can that was being compressed in hydraulic press videos Riki shared with you.

Unfortunately, a terrifying voice interrupted the sweet moment and drained the blood from both of your bodies.

Riki's hand that was rapidly hovering had grabbed your waist in panic and his grip on the other one tightened, once again in panic. His eyes searched for you but you were too busy not trying to piss the bed as you stared at your elder brother who had materialised out of nowhere.

"Having fun are we?"

When you tore your eyes away from his figure to glance at Riki, you winced. The poor boy looked three seconds away from running away and jumping out of the same window he came from. You grabbed onto his hand to ground him.

Heeseung saw the movement and rolled his eyes like a Disney teen movie elder brother. Then he looked dead in your eye as he scolded you.

"Do you know how loud you are? It's like you want to wake up mom and dad. I could hear you through my headphones!"

At his tone, Riki seemed to gain a bit of courage as he kissed his teeth and turned to the eldest probably to say something all the lines of "Don't talk to her like that!" But his chivalry was cut short when Heeseung interrupted him before he could even open his mouth.

"And you," Heeseung pointed like a menace, "you literally left 3 hours ago. What the hell?"

Riki's knight in shining armour image crumbled and he bowed his head in shame. It hurt to see his downturned lips, you were too used to his teasing smile.

You weaved a gentle hand through his locks and he let a small smile peek through.

Your brother had moved on from his impromptu scolding session and he marched to your window and slammed it shut as gently as he could. It was clearly all for show, you knew his manners too well.

He pretended to be irritated just to spite and scare Riki for the boy had pranked Heeseung before dinner, a few hours ago. He persisted in teasing Heeseung by not passing him the salad and pouring water into his glass until the liquid threatened to spill out.

Your parents found Riki's actions refreshing and adorable. They were too accustomed to grown men so Riki's youthful personality was a breath of fresh air.

You couldn't agree more.

Heeseung continued his rampage. "Did he come through the window? At least close it! It's so cold here you idiots will get sick in no time."

You and Riki exchange a look, almost (keyword: almost) bashful of your forgetfulness but it didn't matter when Riki's embrace was like sitting next to a fireplace on a cold winter's night.

Heeseung continued rambling but Riki's eyes were filled with so much adoration that you couldn't force yourself to look away.

Your brother began to leave but before he did so, he kicked Riki's hastily discarded shoes under your table and threw an accusing finger at the boy.

"Don't do anything stupid."

Riki gave him a love-sick smile and salute. Heeseung fake scoffed and stormed out though he closed the door softly.

Immediately Riki's hands snaked around your waist to pull you. He pulled you down and the two of you were greeted by pure softness and comfort as the blanket draped over your bodies.

You slapped his hands when Riki's fingers twitched to threaten you. Warm breath met your ear along with his giggles and he buried his face in your hair once more.

"He's such a freak," Riki whispered with no real malice.

You exhaled through your nose and nodded your head in agreement. Moments of serene silence filtered through, just you and the boy you loved entering dreamland together.

When his breathing evened out and his grip felt limp, you broke the silence.

"Thank you for coming."

It was such a quiet confession that you swore Riki's asleep self wouldn't be able to catch it but his grip on your waist tightened once more. His voice was gruff with sleep yet somehow even more saccharine than yours.

"Anything for you, love."

thank you for reading!

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writing0305 · 5 months

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Hi, may I request something with Butcher? Prompts #5 and #15. Maybe the electricity goes out in the place where the boys are crushing for the night, and it's cold and windy so they're all freezing. Reader had to share a room with butcher, and when he sees her shivering he offers her his coat. It's still freezing though so they end up having to cuddle for warmth which makes reader anxious since they have a massive crush on butcher. Maybe butcher thinks he's making them uncomfortable, which leads to an unexpected confession and then to them falling asleep entangled in each other's arms :)

thank you in advance and feel free to change anything you want on my request 🙏💕

Heartbeat.

Pairing: Billy Butcher x F!Reader.

Summary: You've had a crush on Butcher for a long time and one powerless and cold night pushed you two closer together and made confessions come out.

Warning: Swearing. That's it, I think?

Prompt: Fluff - 5. "I can hear your heart beating, relax."

15. "Your jacket smells like you." - "Is that a good a good thing?" - "It’s… It’s comforting."

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Thank you for this request!! I enjoyed writing it so much!! I hope I did your request justice and you like it!!

It had been weeks since you, along with the boys, had to go into hiding. All your covers had been blown and you were all burned. Grace Mallory had been kind enough to help you with a hideout. The place was shitty and falling apart and the neighborhood was sketchy.

It was only three bedrooms between the six of you and everyone had to room up together. Frenchy had insisted that Kimiko and him share, and before you could intervene, Hughie had already claimed MM as his roommate.

Hughie was one of the only people who knew about the crush you have on Butcher. The second he joined the boys, you and Hughie grew close and one night after sharing a bottle of wine, you confessed to Hughie that you liked Butcher. And since that very fucking day, Hughie has done everything in his power to push you and Butcher closer together.

Butcher didn’t mind sharing a room with you, but for you, it was a living hell. You were extremely aware and self-conscious of everything you did around Butcher. You two had a close relationship and that only made it harder for you. Because you couldn’t pull away from him without him getting suspicious but pretending to only want to be close friends with him was torture.

One night you were in the living room, sitting on a crappy couch with Butcher and Frenchy. While they watched a movie, your attention was running around the dimly lit room. You always tried to keep noise and lights to a minimum in the house, so as to not draw any attention. Right now, the room was only illuminated by the small TV screen.

Suddenly the TV went off and the place felt ten times darker and colder in the absence of power. MM came out of the room he shared with Hughie, who was already sleeping. “Is the power out?” He asked as he glanced around.

Butcher stared at the turned off tv for a second before tilting his head to look over at MM.“No, can’t ya see the TV is on? Look, they’re showing those fuckin’ rich sisters with the ginormous asses.” He snarkily replied as he pointed towards the TV and Frenchy let out a chuckle.

MM rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You gotta be a dick all the time?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows at Butcher.

Butcher offered him a lopsided smirk as he spread out his arms by his sides. “It’s my trademark.” He replied and MM rolled his eyes again as he shook his head.

You got up from the couch, patting your feet through the dark. You made your way over towards one of the windows that had been plastered over one of the many busted windows in the place. You shivered at the cold breeze blowing over your face as you peeled a piece of the newspaper back and glanced outside at the pitch-black streets. “Look’s like the whole street is out.” You informed them as you pulled away from the window and Frenchy turned on the flashlight of his phone, lighting the room up a little. “Fuck, it’s freezing in here.” You muttered as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

“Maybe we can start a fire, no?” Frenchy asked as he looked between you, Butcher, and MM with raised eyebrows.

MM slowly turned around to face Frenchy, raising his eyebrows. “On the fucking floor?” He asked as he pointed his hands down at the floor before shrugging his shoulders. “Where the fuck are you going to make a fire, Frenchy?” He asked, seeing as the shitty place didn’t have a fireplace.

“It was just a suggestion,” Frenchy muttered softly as his lips slightly pouted out and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Yeah well, it was a dumb fucking suggestion.” MM huffed as he shook his head at Frenchy, a frown tugging at his lips that nearly made him look disappointed and it made you smile.

“I’m going to bed.” You muttered with a soft sigh as you stretched your back and the three men said their goodnights as you sauntered off to your room. Two mattresses lay on the floor, both on opposite sides of the room. You sighed as you glanced at your mattress with only one blanket lying across it.

You pulled on a sweater to warm yourself up a little in the cold. The only window in the room was busted as well and it allowed for a cold breeze. You kicked off your shoes, keeping your socks and even your jeans on. You all had grown used to keeping your day clothes on for when you had to leave through the night in a hurry.

You climbed underneath your blanket and pulled your knees up to your chest as you lay on your side. Your body trembled every time you shivered and your teeth began to clatter. Your muscles quickly grew sore as your shivers grew more frequent.

The door to the room opened and Butcher looked down at you, eyebrows deeply furrowing. “Jesus, I can hear ya fucking teeth clatter all the way down the hall.” He grunted with a huff as he made his way through the room, kicking a bag of clothes out of his way.

You scoffed as you sat up on your mattress, lips pouting as you rested your chin on your knees, wrapping your arms around your legs. “As if this place wasn’t cold enough to begin with.” You muttered softly. “Why don’t we have more blankets?” You asked with a sigh.

Butcher turned to you, quirking an eyebrow. “Sorry luv, wasn’t on the fuckin ‘running from every law in this country’, bucket list.” He replied as he shrugged his shoulders and spread his arms out by his sides.

You stared up at him, pursing your lips. “You know, MM is right.” You muttered softly, but there was a lighthearted tone to your voice.

Butcher hummed as his head cocked to the side. “About?” He questioned as he raised his eyebrows.

“You being a dick.” You replied softly as a teasing smile tugged at your lips. A shiver ran down your back and you wrapped your arms tighter around your legs.

Butcher scoffed in amusement at your words and he nodded in agreement. "Thank you, luv.” He muttered with a grin. He stared at you as you shivered again and he pursed his lips and pulled off his long black trench coat. “Here, take my coat.” He insisted.

Your eyes slightly widened in the dark room and your lips parted. Your heart began to beat with loud thuds in your chest. “No, I can’t do that.” You replied softly as you shook your head. You couldn’t have Butcher be cold just for you. Even though you were sure the temp V warmed him right up.

“Take it.” He insisted as he dropped the coat down on your mattress. “Can’t listen to your teeth chattering the whole bloody night.” He muttered as he climbed down on his mattress, pulling a blanket over his legs and resting with his back against the wall.

“Thank you.” You spoke up softly as you sat up on your knees and grabbed his coat. You shrugged it on and tensed up when you smelled his lingering scent on the fabric. You softly cleared your throat as you sat back.

Butcher watched you, his eyebrows furrowing. “What is it?” He questioned as his head tilted to the side.

You pursed your lips as you shrugged your shoulders. “Your coat smells like you." You muttered softly as you wrapped your arms around your waist, leaning into the warmth of his coat.

Butcher was silent for a few seconds as he stared at you, admiring the way you looked completely engulfed in his coat that was a little just too big for you. "Is that a good thing?" He asked after a while as he raised his eyebrows.

Now it was your turn to be silent for a few seconds. You stared into the darkness in front of you as you pursed your lips again. Butcher hummed questionally and that snapped your attention back to him. You turned your head to face him. “It’s… It’s comforting." You whispered and your whole body grew so warm that you almost stopped shivering.

“Yeah?” He asked, his voice oddly soft as his eyes remained on you. “And why is that?” He asked curiously as he shifted on his mattress so that most of his focus could be on you.

Again you remained silent for a second before shrugging your shoulders again. “I don’t know…it just is.” You muttered softly as you shifted to lie down, pulling your blanket tightly over yourself as you curled up. You began shivering again and your teeth clattered.

Butcher watched you for a while, sighing when all that filled the silence, was your teeth clattering together. “Bloody hell, I can still hear your teeth, Y/n.” He muttered.

“I can’t help it.” You replied with a sigh as you curled up even more, trying to stop your teeth from clattering but failing completely. “It’s a normal bodily function.” You huffed at him.

Butcher stared at you for a while again before he flipped back his blanket. “Come over here.” He softly called out to you as his lips pulled into a thin line.

Your heart nearly skipped a beat right there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you stared at Butcher through the darkness surrounding you. “What?” You asked in confusion.

“Bring ya blanket and come here.” He insisted as he patted the spot directly next to him on his mattress.

This time, you could have sworn your heart did skip a beat. Your lips parted as you stared at Butcher, your stomach knotting. “You…you mean-” You muttered softly, letting your sentence drift into nothingness.

“Yes,” Butcher replied as he patted the spot again. “Body heat will warm ya up faster than that flimsy fuckin’ blanket.” He said as he nodded his head at the blanket that covered you.

“O-okay.” You muttered, hesitantly getting up from your mattress and patting your way toward Butcher’s. your heartbeat picked up with every step you took. You hesitantly lay down next to Butcher as he shifted, pulling his blanket over your body before wrapping an arm around you.

You ever so slightly tensed as you were pulled against his chest, your head naturally coming to rest on his shoulder. Butcher was warm, extremely warm. The lasting effects of the last of the temp V in his system. You were one of the few that was aware he had been shooting the shit up into his veins. What you didn’t know was, that your crying when you found out about it, was what made Butcher stop taking it. He swore to find another way to kill Homelander. He couldn’t be the cause of your heartache or tears.

Another lasting effect that still lingered was his enhanced senses. He could so clearly smell the mixture of both your scent and his scent combined on you. He could also hear how loud and fast your heart beated. The thudding nearly hurt his ears.

“Bloody hell, I can hear your heart beating, relax, will ya?” He spoke up in a grumbling voice as he gave your arm a gentle but firm squeeze. It was an attempt to calm you but his touch only made your heart beat so much faster.

“I can’t help it.” You whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling embarrassed of the fact that he could so vividly hear your heart. You were surprised he didn’t notice the way your heartbeat always picked up when he was around.

“Yeah?” He hummed softly as he raised his eyebrows. “Is sounding like ya heart’s about to fuckin’ give out, a normal bodily function as well?” He questioned sarcastically, with a hint of teasing in his gruff voice.

“In this situation, yeah.” You muttered underneath your breath but the temporary supe next to you heard every single word.

“This situation?” He questioned as his eyebrows furrowed and you sighed softly at the knowladge that he had heard your words.

“Can we just sleep, please?” You pleaded softly with him as your eyes remained closed and you almost let out a breath of relief when the room went silent. Butcher didn’t say a word for a few seconds and you started to wonder if he had fallen asleep.

But he didn’t, and he spoke up once again. “You know…we’ll warm up faster naked.” He commented as a smirk tugged at his lips. He always enjoyed making comments like that. Especially when he was on temp V because then he could hear the way your heartbeat picked up and he could feel the heat of embarrassment and shyness radiate off you.

Your eyes widened and you tensed for a second. “What?” You questioned softly as your heartbeat thudded so loud, it pounded in your eardrum.

“Skin on skin, they say it warms ya right up.” He explained, and while you couldn’t look up at him in the darkness, you could nearly hear the smirk in his voice.

“Yeah, when you’re wet.” You muttered softly as you sighed, slowly shaking your head.

“Well, I bet ya are.” He commented playfully as he chuckled softly.

Your eyes shot open and you gasped. “Butcher.” You scolded him as you slapped his chest and he could hear your heartbeat picking up once again.

He cleared his throat, shifting in his spot. “Sorry luv, didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable.” he apologized softly as he gave your arm another squeeze. “Just kiddin’ with ya.” He assured. Usually, you weren’t this affected by his filthy mouth. Other times you would have laughed.

“You can’t say things like that when you’re this close.” You muttered softly as your lips slightly pouted out and your eyebrows furrowed.

Butcher was silent for a second, his eyebrows knitting together. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked softly as he looked down at you.

Your eyes slightly widened and you gulped down the lump forming in the back of your throat. “Nothing.” You whispered as you shook your head.

Butcher shifted, sitting up and forcing you to sit up as well. “No luv, you can’t say things like that with ya heart fuckin beatin’ like this.” He said as he reached out to place a hand against your chest, feeling the thuds of your heart beneath his palm. His eyebrows furrowed as your heartbeat picked up at his touch. He moved his hand from your chest and cupped your cheek. “Tell me what’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” He insisted.

You stared at him through the darkness, taking a deep breath before you spoke up. It was no or fucking never. “It’s you…it’s you that makes my heart beat like this.” You admitted softly and his head tilted to the side. “It’s like I can’t fucking think straight with you around and I get this warm feeling in my chest, and my heart beats like crazy, and it feels like…I don’t know how to explain it.” You sighed as you lowered your head.

Butcher stared at you as a look of realization crossed his face. He lifted your head so that you could face him. “Ya don’t have to luv.” He replied softly as he shook his head. “I know the feelin’.” He admitted as his thumb brushed over your skin.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. “You do?” You asked softly as your eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Yes.” He admitted with a nod of his head before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and then he moved down to kiss the tip of your nose and then down to press a feather-light kiss to your lips. You inhaled softly at the touch of his lips against yours. He smiled when your heartbeat picked up for a second again. “Get some sleep.” He insisted.

He shifted to lie down again and pulled you with him. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you snuggly against his chest. His warmth engulfed you completely. Your head was nuzzled into the crook of his neck and his head rested against yours. That’s how you fell asleep that night and every other night that followed. Sometimes with fewer clothes or no clothes, but always in each other’s arms.

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ashisill · 7 months

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Stay forever

Warnings: Cock warming, penetration (unprotected), waken by oral (m receiving), overstimulated.

You were woken up suddenly by the sound of crackling thunder. Your boyfriend Jake wasn’t bothered in the slightest. You let your eyes adjust to the darkness, and turned towards Jake.

“Jakey?” You sighed when he didn’t respond. “Jakey are you awake?” You knew he wasn’t, but tried anyways. You laid your head on his chest, and listened to his heart beat before drifting back to sleep.

The thunder woke you yet again. This time Jakes arm rested protectively around your waist. “Mmm Jakey you awake?”.

“Nope still asleep doll” Jake awaited the giggle that was sure to leave you.

Surely enough he was right, and a soft giggle escaped you “Right”

“Shhh just listen to the rain” he said. You both fell quite as Jake drifted back to sleep.

“Jakey?”

You shook him … no response. Jake is the most heaviest sleeper you’ve ever met. The word could be falling apart, and he’d still be passed out. You gently laid against him chest to chest. You felt his semi-hard cock against your leg.

You slowly moved down till your lips met his boxers. You kissed him through the cloth before sliding them down. “Hmm” he stired, but didn’t wake. You licked up the side of him, and his hand found it’s place in your hair. You moved the cover back, and his eyes were still shut.

You questioned if he was still asleep, but continued anyways. He harden against your mouth, and then pushed you down. He’s awake. You took him in all the way as he shoved you down deeper. You pulled off his cock with a pop.

“Morning” he said softly.

You didn’t respond, and just swirled your tongue on his tip. You began to suck, and his grip got tighter. “All the way” he said in a low voice. You began to take him in again, and he pushed you down till your nose brushed against his pubic hair. He kept you there till you began to squirm. He pulled you off by your hair, and he let you catch your breath. He did that several more times before you couldn’t take it anymore.

You pulled at his shirt, and he pulled you off immediately “I can’t Jake” you whined.

“Shh pretty girl” he soothed you. “One more time baby”

You whimpered, but obeyed his quest. Letting him guide you, as you tried not to gag.

“Up sweetheart” he patted on his lower belly, telling you to straddle him.

You climbed up him in a hurry, and sat just below his cock. He let you take control which you found odd because it’s very unusual. Jake is very dominant not just during sex, but during your day to day life. Your lucky if he lets you be in charge, and it’s usually if he’s tired or had a long day.

You placed your hand around him, and gently rubbed his tip against your clit. “Does that feel good?”

You nodded your head locking eyes with him. “You know better than that. Use your words”

“Yes” you said softly, and began to line him up.

You slid the tip in, and slowly sank down on him. Instantly his hands found their home on your hips. Instead of moving you sat there feeling him. “Gonna sit in my cock for a while sweet girl?”

“Can I?” You asked him. He laughed softly at the innocences of the question.

“Yes darling” a simple response when really he wanted to pour his heart into you. To tell you how much he loves you. How innocent you made a dirty question seem. ‘Of course you can sit there. You can stay there forever if you’d like’

“Thank you” you said breaking his heart from all the love he feels from you. Everything you do makes him fall harder in love.

“The rain is so nice Jakey” you said starting a casual conversation as if his cock wasn’t buried deep inside you.

“It’s very lovely baby. Did you sleep good?” Jake asked continuing on the conversation.

“I woke up a couple times cause of the thunder, but yes I did” you squeezed around him.

“I can feel that love” Jake told you.

“I know you can baby” you rolled your hips.

“Is the conversation boring you doll?”

“Yes your quite boring Jakey”

He just smiled up at you as you began to grind back and forth. His hands that never left your hips began to move with you. “Jakey?”

“What is it sweetheart?”

“I love you”

“I love you too princess. I always will”

You arched your back, and your hands gripped his thighs. He began to circle your clit with his thumb as you picked up your pace.

“Jakey” you said his name, but with nothing to say.

“Yes dear?” You had no response you just needed his voice.

As you bucked your hips frantically overstimulation began to take you over. “ Jakey please”

“I’m here. I’m right here. Fall if you need to I’ll catch you”

Without anymore words spoken you collapsed on his chest. He thrusted up into you, and you place soft kisses on his neck. He came to a stop a told you to lay on your side. A hand snaked around your waist, and he slowly slid himself into you. He threw the covers up around the both of you, and gently fucked into you as you listen to the rain hit the windows. With both his arms now wrapped around you he picked up his pace.

You dropped a hand down to your clit, and began circling with your fingers. Jake moved your hand a took over. Your moans became cries as he fucked you just right. You cried out for him over and over. You began squeezing around him as your body slowly went limp.

“Gonna cum for me now angel?”

You’ve lost your sense of grammar, and just frantically nodded your head. Any other time he tell you to ‘use your words’, but he let this one slide. You gripped his arm as hard as you could. “Just let go I’ve got you. I’ll take good care of you pretty girl. Just let go”

Your orgasm crashed against him. Making your whole body shake with pleasure. Your eyes rolled back, and your vision went dark. “Such a good girl”

“Jake” you shouted. He didn’t have to ask what you needed. He knew you couldn’t take much more.

“I’m right behind you my love. I’m right there. Right fucking there” he released into you with one last thrust.

“Don’t leave yet” you said as he went to pull out.

“I’m not leaving. I’ll stay here forever”

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t0xicityz · 5 months

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Finding Nemo<3

Poly seventeen x Fem!Reader

Summery: boys came back from the studio missing you only to find they actually are missing you, before they could get worried they all got a text saying.. “come find me<3”

A/N: heyooo! First fanfic please forgive me if there is any spelling mistakes or if my grammar is bad, I was born in the pacific islands so this wasn’t my first language and this fanfic is short so sorry guys I didn’t have any other ideas I ran out😭

“Seungcheol tell Mingyu to move! I need to see ___!”

Seungcheol sighed as Seungkwan started whining when mingyu was taking his time to get inside the house, the others were laughing while seungkwan was lightly hitting mingyu on the back while trying to push him.

When they made it inside seungkwan was running around trying to look for you only with the others but you have seem to gone so wonwoo pulled out his phone to call but when he did it went straight to voicemail. “Strange..” wonwoo said as everyone saw it go to voicemail.

But when they all tried to call her it still went to voicemail and as seungkwan started whining along with mingyu they suddenly hear their phone go off so everyone quickly picked up their phone only to find a text from ___.

My___<3: come find me my loves<3

They all sighed before a smirk started to appear on everyone’s faces, everyone was silent before Vernon started to speak. “Let’s make a bet, first one to find her gets to have her all to themselves for the night if she consents of course.” Everyone nodded and seungkwan pulled a contract he wrote down while Vernon was talking. “Ok everyone sign it just in case someone tries to cheat.” So everyone signed.

Signatures:

Mingyu:3

Seungkwan<3

Minghao:)

Junhui. (Dk: boring 🥱)

Scoups.seungcheol

Hoshi 🐯

DK. AKA DOKYEOM>:) (Kwan: just DK gosh🙄)

Woozi

Joshua^v^

Jeon.Wonwoo (mingyu:🤭)

Jeonghan

Vernon

Dino

“Ok the game begins.” So everyone sprinted out and started looking for you, everyone looked everywhere under the beds, in the closets under the couch, under the kitchen table even in the bathrooms but still couldn’t find you, while they were looking you were hiding in a attic.

You heard a few of the boys walk past but never worried you because you know they were never going to find you.

Oh boy were you wrong.

You were about to fall asleep but your eyes flew open when you heard someone trying to open the attic, so you quickly got up and started looking around to find something you can hide in. The only thing you could hid in is an empty box so you quickly jumped in the box and closed it right as the attic door opened.

You could hear the footsteps of someone but then turned into multiple footsteps which means.

Everyone is in the attic.

You held your breath in when they got closer to you but remembered you theft your phone out there on the floor. While you were scolding yourself you hear one of them laugh as they started talking.

“She probably isn’t in here”

“Yea your right let’s go check somewhere else”

“But what about the ph-“

“Probably moved to another spot that little cheater, she’s not here let’s go.”

You heard shuffling here and there then heard the attic door shut, you were about to jump out the box when you heard the attic door open again.

“I forgot guys ___ wanted us to take this box to the garage we might as well do it now”

You got confused but nearly screamed when you felt yourself getting picked up and taken out of the attic, you where kinda relaxed when you hear someone said.”put the box in the garage then hurry up and find ___!”.

You heard a door open before you felt yourself getting put down then heard the footsteps faded along with the door closing. You sighed as you waited there for a bit then as you opened the box to get out you looked around only to find the you are not in the garage.

Your are in your bedroom surrounded by all 13 of them giving you a smug look as you were shook they actually found you less then an 2 hours.

You quickly stood up pouting then started complaining, but as you were about too, seungcheol got up and closed your mouth shut with a filthy kiss but got stopped by Vernon.

“Hey remember the bet you were not the only one who found her too, we all found her at the same time.” Seungcheol rolled his eyes and he sat back down while Vernon wrapped his hands around your waist as he gave you a smile.

“Probably want to know how we found you, well we were actually going to leave the attic because we thought you weren’t in there but saw your a little bit of your head sticking out of the box so we thought it was a great idea to tease you a little.”

You grunted as you plopped down onto the bed right next to wonwoo and jeonghan, then quickly got up as you gave them a confused look. “What do you mean bet?”

They gave each other a look before wonwoo gently sat you back down onto the bed as they all got up and surrounded you, wonwoo being the closest wrapped his arms around you as the rest were looking at you up and down before woozi started talking.

“Sorry baby but we made a bet to see if one of us would find you first but ended up with all of us finding you.”

“So what’s the prize for the winner..?”

Joshua walked up to you then bent down while rubbing your cheek gently.

“You Darling.”

You almost choked on air when you heard what he had said, your eyes were wide along with your mouth. “But if you don’t want to we don’t have to my love.” Minghao said as he gave you a reassuring smile along with the rest.

You thought about it for a little then started mumbling as you nodded your head. “What was that sweetie come on baby tell us what you want?” Seungkwan said as he started kissing your neck, “Please I want it do whatever you want I don’t care just p-please” you said as your body shuddered.

“Ok baby you ready to begin because once you say yes there is no going back unless you use the safe word.”

“…yes”

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rafeysbafey · 8 months

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✮COULD NEVER BE MAD AT YOU — RAFE CAMERON

SUMMARY. rafe comforts you after a nightmare.

WARNINGS. soft!rafe, comfort

WORD COUNT. 0.6k

imagine based on this request!

it was reaching four in the morning when rafe felt you nudge his side, a mumble of incoherent words leaving your lips as you went to nudge him again.

a small groan left rafe’s lips when he felt you elbow his side, his eyes fluttering open as he turned to face you.

your face was close to his, your eyes closed as rafe’s own tried to adjust to the darkness that engulfed the bedroom.

your eyebrows were furrowed together, lips parted slightly as mumbled quietly under your breath.

realizing you were dreaming, rafe let out a tired sigh before slipping his arm over your waist, pulling you close as he tucked his face in your neck.

before he could fall back to sleep, your hand came flying up to hit him in the nose, a grunt leaving rafe as he quickly sat up.

“what the fuck, y/n,” he groaned, holding his nose to try and ease the pain as he looked down at your still sleeping figure.

“stop,” you whispered, tossing your head to the side as your bottom lip quivered, eyes still squeezed shut.

“what?” rafe asked, now thinking you were awake, “what are you doing?”

“no- no please,” you mumbled, voice getting louder as you quickly started thrashing under the covers, “stop! s-stop, no!”

rafe quickly realized you were having a nightmare, his hands bracing your shoulders to then shake you awake.

it only took a few seconds before your eyes shot open, your body practically lunging forward as you sat up and clenched the blanket.

“r-rafe,” you whimpered, reaching your hand towards him as tears brimmed your waterline.

he turned on the bedside lamp, then not hesitating to pull you into his lap, his arms cradling your shaking figure as he scratched the back of your head slowly—an action that comforted you.

“you’re okay, baby,” he cooed, rocking you ever so slightly as he held you tight, “you’re safe. everything’s okay.”

“it was bad, rafe,” you whispered, almost afraid to speak up as if someone was listening.

“do you want to talk about it, love?” he asked, voice low as he made sure to be careful with his words.

he didn’t want you to talk about anything that was uncomfortable, considering how fresh this bad dream just was.

you shook your head quietly, leaning your head into his chest as you curled into yourself.

rafe hummed softly as he grabbed the covers to drape over your small figure, his arms then finding home around your body as he held you close.

you always felt safe in rafe’s arms, knowing nothing could hurt you when this close to him—knowing rafe would never let anything or anyone touch you.

“im sorry for hitting you,” you suddenly said, the silence that filled the air disappearing as a short sigh followed quickly after.

“how’d you know?” he asked, eyebrows furrowing as you shrugged.

“i saw some blood coming from your nose.”

rafe hadn’t even he was bleeding, his hand coming up to feel the now dried blood under his left nostril.

“damn, my girl’s strong isn’t she?” he chuckled, causing the pit of guilty in your stomach to vanish as you giggled quietly.

“thanks for not getting mad,” you whispered, snuggling your face closer into his chest as you relaxed more into his touch.

“i could never be mad at you, love.”

when you didn’t respond, and he heard your breathing slow, he realized you had fallen asleep.

he leaned back onto the headboard before reaching out and turning off the lamp, then adjusting the covers to fully cover your body that was still curled in his lap.

“goodnight, y/n.”

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wholoveseggs · 3 months

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Indulgences

18+ ---- {Masterlist} {Tag-List}

Part Four

In the aftermath of violence, you forge new connections and leave behind all the pain that has plagued you for so long.

7k words - Warnings: smut, angst, mentions of domestic violence, more angst, Klaus being nice, cannoli.

{Part One} {Part Two} {Part Three}{Moodboard->}

You found yourself sitting in Elijah's shower, your knees tucked up to your chest, letting the warm water wash over your skin. Your body was sore, your throat ached, your face hurt; every part of you felt bruised. You stared at the tile, trying to process what happened.

All you felt was relief. You were finally free of Jordan. Free from his abuse, his manipulation, the constant fear of him hurting you. Elijah had saved your life. If he hadn't intervened, you'd be dead right now, but you were too exhausted to properly feel grateful. So you just cried, letting out all the pain you had bottled up over the years, and when there was no more energy left, you just sat there, letting the hot water soothe you.

You eventually got up, your whole body aching, bruises and scrapes covering your skin. You dried off, wrapping the towel around your body and winced at a strange pain on your back. You looked in the mirror and saw gravel embedded in your skin; you tried to remove it, but it was just out of your reach.

You left the bathroom and rummaged through the drawers, pulling on a pair of Elijah's sweatpants and a plain t-shirt, the fabric feeling soft against your skin. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, seeing a stranger. Your makeup was gone, and so was the persona that came with it; you had been stripped bare and exposed, the real you was staring back.

You went searching for something warm to drink to help you fall asleep. The house was silent and still, the lights were dim, the faint scent of candles in the air. You found the kitchen and grabbed a mug from the cupboard, filled it with water, and set it in the microwave, pressing the button.

"Who do we have here?" An accented voice called from behind, making you jump.

You turned and saw Klaus leaning against the wall, his arms crossed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was here," you said, nervously tugging on the hem of the t-shirt, suddenly very conscious of the bruises covering your face and neck.

"I remember you from the club," Klaus continued, not acknowledging your apology. "You're the one who danced for Elijah."

"That's right," you mumbled, pulling the mug from the microwave.

Klaus approached you and took the mug from your hands, dumping out the water. "Sit, I'll make you some proper tea," he insisted, giving you a kind smile.

You did as you were told, pulling yourself onto the barstool and watching him make tea.

"What's your name, love?" Klaus asked, filling the kettle.

"Y/n," you said, picking at your fingernails.

"So you're the reason my brother has been disappearing most evenings," Klaus mused, setting the kettle on the stove and lighting the burner.

"I suppose," you said, feeling uneasy about where this was going.

"He's not the type to frequent the sort of establishment you work at. It's curious that he's been visiting you," he continued, turning to look at you, his gaze roaming over the marks on your skin.

"It's complicated," you said, crossing your arms self-consciously.

"May I ask how you acquired those bruises?" He inquired, pointing to your face.

"Boyfriend, I guess.. ex-boyfriend now," you said, the word boyfriend sounding wrong when you described him.

Klaus raised his eyebrow. "I see," he said, his tone was cold and sharp, his eyes glinting dangerously. "I'm sorry,"

You shrugged. "It's nothing," you mumbled, staring at the counter.

"Did my brother deal with him? Is he no longer in your life?" Klaus pressed.

"He's dead," you said softly.

Klaus stared at you in silence, his expression unreadable, his jaw clenched. "And do you mourn his loss?"

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak, tears stinging at the back of your eyes.

He sighed, placing his hands on the counter, his gaze boring into yours. "My father was the same way. I just want you to know, whatever you are feeling, it's okay," he said, his voice was soothing, understanding.

You felt the tears spilling over, sliding down your cheeks. You wiped them away, sniffling, not able to understand why his words broke you.

Klaus silently finished making the tea, handing you the steaming mug.

"Thank you," you said quietly, taking the mug in your hands, savoring the warmth.

"It's lavender, should help you sleep," he explained.

"Do you know where Elijah is?" You asked.

"He's out covering up your lover's death," he said matter-of-factly.

"Oh," you murmured, lifting the mug to your lips and wincing, the gravel in your skin tugging painfully.

"What's wrong?" Klaus asked, noticing your reaction.

"I have some gravel stuck in my back, I tried to remove it but couldn't reach it," you explained, taking another sip.

"I can help, do you mind?" Klaus asked, motioning to your back.

"I don't mind," you replied, pulling down the back of your shirt, revealing the damage embedded between your shoulder blades.

"Ah yes, quite a lot. Hold still," he said, before pressing his fingertips to the wounds.

You felt a sharp sting and winced. He began to remove the pieces of gravel and dirt, dropping them on the counter.

"Elijah would always clean my wounds after our father had hurt us," Klaus began, his voice growing softer. "Often before he would tend to his own,"

You closed your eyes, picturing a young Klaus and Elijah, hiding away together.

"We'd bandage each other up and then go out into the forest and run around, pretend like everything was alright," he continued.

"You were lucky to have each other," you said, smiling sadly.

Klaus dropped the last piece of gravel onto the counter and walked around, pulling the chair out and sitting down, his elbows resting on his knees.

"He's always been this way, putting everyone before himself." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Then, when he's in love, he gets even worse,"

"In love?" You repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"My brother doesn't do half-measures. If he is invested in someone, he's all in," Klaus explained, giving you a knowing look.

You didn't know what to say, so you just took a sip of tea, looking into the steaming mug. You couldn't deny your feelings for him, they were growing stronger everyday, the thought of him made your heart flutter. But love? It seemed like such a strong word, one that comes with consequences.

"I'll leave you to your thoughts. You are welcome to stay here as long as you'd like," he said, giving you a polite nod as he left.

You sat there for a while, finishing your tea and contemplating everything that happened.

When the tea was gone, you returned to Elijah's room, sliding under the covers, feeling completely exhausted. You wished he was here with you, your body craved his touch, to feel his skin against yours. It felt odd to have someone who wanted to protect you, keep you safe, someone who actually cared about you.

Your eyelids were heavy, your muscles felt stiff, and soon you were drifting off to sleep.

You woke to the smell of coffee and something delicious cooking. Your body ached, everything felt heavy, but you slowly sat up, letting the blankets pool at your waist. You were still wearing his clothes, his scent enveloping you, the shirt slipping off your shoulder.

Elijah stood in the doorway, his sleeves rolled up, the top two buttons undone. He smiled softly when he saw you awake. "Good morning, how are you feeling?" He asked, his eyes raking over the bruises on your face and neck.

"I'm okay," you said, returning his smile.

"I made breakfast," he said, holding up a tray filled with eggs, toast, fruit and a steaming mug.

"What a gentleman," you teased, a blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"I try," he said with a laugh, placing the tray on the nightstand and taking a seat beside you on the bed.

"Thank you," you whispered, reaching out and cupping his cheek, stroking his smooth skin.

"I'm just glad you're safe," he said, placing his hand on yours, intertwining his fingers. He then pulled away, a storm of emotions playing on his face but he quickly masked them, picking up the tray and offering it to you.

"Can I ask you a favor?" You asked, taking a bite of the eggs.

"Anything," Elijah said, watching you carefully.

"Can I stay here for a while? I don't want to go back to my place," you said, taking a sip of coffee.

"Of course," he said, without hesitation.

"Thank you," you replied, a weight lifting from your shoulders. "Just until I find a new place,"

"Or forever," Elijah said, with a small smirk.

You couldn't help but laugh. "You might get sick of me,"

"Doubtful," he teased.

You finished your food, placing the tray back on the nightstand and crawling out of bed, stretching out the sore muscles.

"I'm going to need a lot of makeup to cover these up before my shift tonight," you mused, looking in the mirror.

Elijah appeared behind you, his eyes dark, his fingers brushing against the marks on your neck. "You don't have to go back," he murmured, his fingers dancing across the bruised skin.

"I have bills to pay," you said, turning around to face him.

"I'll pay them," he insisted, his eyes locked with yours.

"I don't want to be dependent on you, it's important for me to have a sense of control," you explained, hoping he would understand.

He sighed, a look of frustration crossing his face. "I understand," he said, although his tone said otherwise. "Can I at least take you shopping? I'll compel the store to give you anything you'd like,"

"If you insist," you said, giving him a warm smile.

You spent the day going from designer store to designer store, buying dresses, skirts, and tops. He also bought you lingerie, shoes and even a few pieces of jewelry. He was the perfect gentleman, helping you carry the bags, insisting you needed more than just what you picked.

"I know this lovely little street market near here, let's go get some food," Elijah said, as you both stood on the sidewalk.

"That sounds nice," you agreed, feeling a fluttering in your stomach.

The market was busy, people were bustling around, the scent of delicious foods and flowers hung in the air.

Elijah went off to grab coffees for the two of you, while you found a jewelry vendor that was making the most delicate necklaces. You ran your finger over a simple chain, a small gem hanging from the end, the metal cool beneath your fingertips.

"Y/n! Is that you?!" A voice called.

You turned and saw Stacy, with Tonya in tow.

"Hi ladies," you said, glancing at them nervously.

"What happened to your face?" Tonya asked, eyeing the bruises.

"Oh, uh, it's nothing," you mumbled, suddenly finding the jewelry very interesting.

"Is Jordy with you? I need some pills," she pressed, not paying attention to your discomfort.

"No," you said sharply. "We broke up,"

"What?!" Stacy screeched. "What happened?"

"It's complicated," you grumbled, trying to walk away.

"Is that Dior? Chanel? Girl, what the fuck?" Tonya exclaimed, looking at your bags.

"Yeah," you said, glancing down. "Uh, a friend bought them for me,"

"Whoever they are, they've got some deep pockets," Tonya scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Yes, he's quite generous," you mumbled, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"Oh my god, it's Elijah isn't it? You can't be sleeping with clients!" Stacy gasped.

"I'm not," you said defensively.

Elijah found you, carrying a tray of coffees in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. He handed the flowers to you, gazing down at you affectionately.

"Hello ladies," Elijah greeted the girls, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Hello, Mr. Mikaelson," Stacy purred, batting her lashes. "It's so generous of you to buy y/n all these pretty things,"

"Not at all, it's my pleasure," he said, his accent making the words sound even sweeter.

"Are you guys a couple?" Tonya asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"No," you said quickly, glancing at Elijah nervously.

Elijah gave the girls a tight-lipped smile, not bothering to respond.

"Jordan won't be happy if he finds out you've moved on so quickly," Stacy sneered.

"He won't care," you retorted, not liking her tone.

"Well, I think we should get going, enjoy the rest of your day ladies," Elijah said, taking your bags and offering you his arm.

You gladly took it, leaning into him as you both walked away, a sigh escaping your lips.

"Are you alright?" He asked, glancing down at you.

"Yeah," you muttered.

He stopped walking, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching for something. He found it, and with a swift movement, compelled the nearest food vendor to give him a plate of fresh baked goods.

"Here, this will make you feel better," he said, handing you a cannoli.

You took the pastry, the aroma was heavenly, he guided you over to a nearby bench, and you both sat, enjoying the treats.

You watched the people bustling about, the sound of their voices creating a pleasant hum, the sun warming your skin.

"I don't think you should come to the club anymore," you said quietly, staring at the ground.

"May I ask why?" Elijah inquired, a slight edge to his voice.

"Stacy is a bitch," you said, taking a bite of the croissant. "She wants me fired, she thinks I'm sleeping with you for money,"

Elijah chuckled, shaking his head. "I have never paid for such things and never will. Although, it would be a privilege to spend my nights with you,"

You blushed, looking away, your heart fluttering. "Do you mind dropping me off? My shift starts soon,"

"Of course," Elijah said, standing and offering you his hand.

You took his hand, his skin warm, his grip firm, he gently helped you up. His fingers lingered on yours for a moment, and you felt a spark of electricity. You gazed up at him, his eyes dark and intense, the desire was palpable, but then he looked away.

"Let's go," he said, his voice soft.

The drive was silent, the tension in the air was thick. He dropped you off, giving you a polite nod as you got out of the car.

"Call me when you are off and I'll pick you up," he said, a hint of worry in his eyes.

"Thank you," you said, offering him a small smile.

You headed towards the back entrance, where a bouncer was waiting, a cigarette in hand. He didn't say anything, just gave you a small nod and let you in.

Stacy was in the dressing room, her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenched.

"I still haven't heard from Jordan," she snapped, blocking your path.

"And? That's not my problem," you said, glaring at her.

"What happened to you? Did you get these bruises from Elijah?" She asked, poking the tender spots.

"No, I didn't," you hissed, pushing her hand away. "He saved me,"

"Saved you? From who?" She scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Does it really matter? It's none of your fucking business," you snapped, trying to step past her.

She grabbed your arm, squeezing the bruises and pulling you close. You smacked her hard across the face, causing her to stumble. She looked at you in shock, her mouth open, her eyes wide.

"Don't touch me," you growled, storming away.

You slammed your locker shut and got ready for your shift, ignoring the whispers and stares from the other dancers.

Stacy had run off to tell Mitch, you were sure that she would make your life miserable now, but you didn't care, she had crossed the line.

You danced for an hour, the pain was starting to get unbearable. Your muscles ached, the bruises throbbed, and your face was covered in a thin layer of sweat. You saw Mitch watching you with his arms crossed, an angry look on his face. You knew it wouldn't be long before he came to find you.

Sure enough, Mitch grabbed your arm, his grip firm.

"A word," he hissed, leading you to his office.

He sat behind his desk, gesturing for you to take a seat.

"What the hell is going on with you?" He asked, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the desk.

"Nothing," you said, looking down.

"Bullshit," he scoffed, shaking his head.

You glared at him, your jaw clenching.

"Who the hell did this to you? Was it a client?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't worry Mitch, it didn't happen at the club, you aren't liable," you said coldly, you knew that was all he really cared about.

Mitch sighed, running his hand through his greasy hair.

"There is another matter," he began, giving you a pointed look. "Stacy has informed me that there are some rumors circulating about you and that rich client of yours,"

You rolled your eyes. "We're friends,"

"That's not what it looks like. It looks like you are whoring yourself out for him, people have been asking questions," he said, a slight edge to his voice.

"People can go fuck themselves," you muttered, crossing your arms.

"You aren't allowed to see him anymore," he said firmly, his eyes locked with yours.

"Excuse me?" You asked, a feeling of dread forming in the pit of your stomach.

"It's illegal, what you are doing. Not only that, but it's bad for business," Mitch explained, a smug look on his face.

"Since when do you care about the law?" You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "You let the drugs flow here freely,"

"Don't get smart with me," Mitch snapped.

"I'm not doing anything wrong," you retorted.

"It doesn't matter, the club comes first," Mitch said, standing up. "It's your job or your sugar daddy. You choose,"

You froze, your blood running cold.

"What are you saying?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

"If you keep seeing him, you're fired," Mitch said, his tone final.

"That's not fair," you said, the words catching in your throat.

"I have a business to run. You need to learn how to stay in your lane," Mitch said, shrugging his shoulders.

You had enough, you got up and headed towards the door. It was an easy decision to make, a job was just a job, Elijah was your friend and someone who had saved your life. You needed him more than anything else right now.

"Fuck you Mitch, I quit," you said, flipping him off as you left the office.

You quickly grabbed your things from the dressing room and texted Elijah to come pick you up. He replied almost instantly, promising to be there soon.

Stacy watched you from the corner, a smirk on her lips. You decided to be petty.

"You were right Stacy, I am fucking Elijah, and it's amazing," you said, a smile on your face. "I imagine he's far better in bed than Mitch is, that limp dick fucker. You'd know all about that, though, huh? How often do you have to suck his dick to get the premium shifts? Does it feel good being the owner's favorite? Because I think I'd rather die,"

She gasped, her eyes wide, her face flushed. She glared at you, the other girls giggling, but you just smiled, giving her the middle finger and blowing her a kiss before walking out the door. You were done with her bullshit.

The cold air hit your face, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. You wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to stay warm. You couldn't believe you had quit, but Mitch had given you no choice.

You glanced at the parking lot, waiting for Elijah to show up. He pulled up a few minutes later, opening the door and getting out, a worried expression on his face.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice full of concern.

"It's a long story, can we go home?" You said, shivering.

"Of course," he murmured, helping you into the car.

You watched the scenery go by, your thoughts a jumbled mess, the events of the night replaying in your mind. What you wanted was to be with Elijah, to let him take care of you, but you were afraid. You didn't want to jump from relying on one man to another. You had an opportunity to break the cycle you have been trapped in.

You went straight to your room, collapsing on the bed, your body aching. Bags of expensive clothing and jewelry were scattered around the room, reminding you of the day's events. You groaned, burying your face in a pillow.

As the night wore on, you couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety. You needed to have a talk with Elijah, to figure out where the two of you stood.

You got out of bed, your joints protesting the movement. You walked down the hallway, listening to the soft sounds of a piano being played.

You found him in his study, sitting at the baby grand, his fingers gracefully dancing over the keys. He was playing a melancholic tune, the notes drifting through the air. You stood there for a moment, listening to the music, entranced by the way his hands moved, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was wearing just a pair of sweatpants, his bare chest illuminated by the light from the fireplace. His hair was a little messed up, you had never seen him so casual, the sight making your heart flutter. The fire cast shadows on his features, highlighting the sharp lines of his face, the hollows of his cheeks. His eyes were closed, lost in the music. You took a deep breath, knowing that you had to interrupt him. He was the only person who could make you feel safe, you knew it was time to take the risk and let him in.

"Elijah?" You called softly, not wanting to startle him.

His eyes opened, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. He patted the spot next to him, moving over slightly.

"I didn't know you played," you said, sitting down, making sure to leave some space between the two of you.

"There are lots of things you don't know about me," he said, a faint smile on his lips.

"Like what?" You asked, looking at him expectantly.

He stopped playing and let out a soft sigh, his gaze drifting down to the keys.

"My brother once called me an old romantic, that I am a hopeless idealist. He said that I always hold onto hope, no matter how futile it seems," he said quietly.

"I don't think that's a bad thing," you murmured, looking down.

"Maybe not," he said, a pained expression flashing across his face. "But it doesn't make the world any easier,"

You didn't know what to say, so you just sat there in silence, listening to the sound of the crackling fire, the heat of the flames warming your skin. It was comforting, sitting with him like this, his presence was reassuring.

"I just want you to know... That I'm quite fond of you," he said, his gaze locking with yours.

"I'm fond of you too," you replied, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

He gave you a soft smile, the light from the fireplace reflected in his eyes. Your heart began to race, your palms becoming sweaty. You were so nervous, it was as if you were a teenager again, sitting next to the boy you liked, not knowing what to do. You tried to think of something to say, but the words seemed to get stuck in your throat. You felt so foolish, it was just Elijah, the first night you met him you put your tits in his face and gave him a lap dance. He had seen you in a state of undress many times and had touched your naked skin, but somehow, this was more intimate. It was different, there were no expectations, no performance. Just two people, enjoying each other's company. You realized that you had been staring at him for far too long, and looked away, embarrassed. He chuckled, taking your hand in his, his thumb tracing small circles on your palm. The gesture was simple, yet it made your heart skip a beat.

"You are a good man Elijah Mikaelson," you said softly, looking up at him.

"I'm not so sure about that," he said, giving you a sad smile.

"You saved my life," you whispered. "And you have been nothing but kind to me, even though you didn't have to be,"

"I have my own selfish reasons for wanting to help you," he admitted, his gaze drifting down.

"Oh?" You asked, a slight edge to your voice.

"I was lonely. I've always been lonely. When I saw you, I saw an opportunity," he confessed.

"For what?" You asked, your heart sinking.

"A chance at companionship," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "To not be alone,"

"I think that is just what we all want," you murmured. "To be loved,"

The world seemed to fall away. There was only the two of you, sitting there, the sound of the fire crackling, the light from the flames casting shadows on your faces. You felt a rush of emotion, your heart pounding in your chest. You moved closer, your faces mere inches apart, the warmth of his breath caressing your skin. You were intoxicated by him, his scent, his warmth, his presence. You had never felt this way before, had never wanted someone so much.

You closed the distance between the two of you, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. He pulled away slightly, his eyes searching yours, seeking permission. You kissed him again, a low moan escaping his lips. He pulled you into his lap, his strong arms wrapping around your waist, his hands roaming your body.

"I want you," you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders.

"I'm yours," he said, his lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss.

He lifted you up, carrying you in front of the fireplace and gently setting you down on the plush rug. He hovered above you, his gaze hungry and intense. You felt your body respond, the heat pooling in your core, your heart racing.

Elijah took his time undressing you, his hands caressing every inch of your skin. He kissed his way down your body, leaving no part untouched. His lips lingered on your bruises, as if he could kiss them away.

You both laid there for a while, kissing under the glow of the fireplace, his body pressing into yours. There was nothing rushed, no pressure, no loud music or artificial lights of the club. It was just the two of you, your bodies intertwined, exploring each other.

His fingers traced over your skin, finding their way between your legs, stroking and teasing your clit. He watched your reaction, his gaze intense, his lips parted, his eyes dark. Loving the way your body responded, he slowly eased a finger inside you, your breath catching in your throat.

He moved down, his mouth replacing his fingers, sucking on your clit, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Elijah," you breathed, your eyes half-closed, your hands gripping his hair.

Your moans increased as you neared climax. He kept you hovering on the edge, bringing you right to the brink before pulling back. He wasn't in a hurry, his tongue lazily circling your clit, his hands caressing your inner thighs.

"You're teasing me," you groaned, your voice heavy with lust.

"It's only fair," he chuckled, the vibration causing you to shudder.

He moved back up your body, kissing your neck as his erection pressed against you. He took one of your thighs and pulled it around his waist. You held your breath as he teased you, the tip of his cock brushing against your wetness. You squirmed, eager to feel him inside you.

He smiled down at you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

"I want you to know how much you mean to me," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.

"Say the words," you said, your eyes locked on his. "Tell me,"

He leaned down, his breath warm on your neck.

"I love you," he whispered, nipping at your skin, causing goosebumps to spread across your flesh. "I love everything about you,"

"I love you too," you said softly, a shiver running through your body.

He slowly eased himself inside of you, his eyes closed, his lips parted in pleasure. You pulled his face to yours, kissing him hungrily, your tongue dancing with his. He rocked his hips, building a slow, steady rhythm, making love to you.

He cupped your face, his gaze locking with yours, filled with adoration. You reached up, tracing his face with your fingertips, exploring every line and curve of his handsome features. He lowered his mouth to yours, his kiss deep and passionate, his body moving against yours.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, his skin hot under your hands. Elijah gazed down at you, his eyes filled with hunger. He buried his face in your neck, his breath ragged, his fangs scraping your skin.

"Take what you need," you breathed, tilting your head back, exposing your neck.

Elijah growled, sinking his teeth into your flesh. You gasped, a wave of pleasure coursing through your body. You held him tighter, your nails digging into his skin. He lapped at your neck, your blood coating his tongue, sweet and intoxicating.

His pace increased, thrusting deeper, his hand on your thigh, angling you for better access. He groaned, his cock throbbing inside you, his release approaching.

You tangled your fingers in his hair, keeping his head against your neck. Your body started to tense, every nerve ending lighting up, the sweet ache building.

He pulled back and pressed his lips to yours, his kiss possessive, his tongue demanding. You responded in kind, matching his intensity. You were his, he was yours, nothing was going to come between you. He bit down on his lip, the taste of his blood spreading on your tongue.

You felt all the pain in your body start to melt away, a tingling sensation flowing through your veins. You moaned, your hips grinding against his, searching for relief. He held you close, his movements becoming more erratic, chasing his own release.

He shuddered, gripping your hips, his thrusts slowing down. He brought his mouth down to yours again, kissing you with more passion than you have ever experienced. You both came at the same time, the feeling of pure ecstasy washing over the two of you. You held him tightly, your hearts beating in sync.

The two of you spent the rest of the night making love, his hands roaming your body, his lips against yours, his words of adoration spilling out of him. You forgot about everything but him, losing yourself in his touch.

Life at the compound became peaceful, a stark contrast to the constant pain and torment of your former life. Elijah doted on you, taking care of your every need. You often caught him watching you, his gaze filled with love and affection. You had never felt more secure, more loved. But as the days turned into weeks, you were continually plagued by nightmares.

It was the same nightmare, the one where Jordan's hands were around your throat. Every night, you relived the terror, his eyes filled with rage, ripping at your clothes like a feral beast. You screamed, your voice raw and broken, but no one was there to help you. You were trapped in your own mind, reliving the worst moment of your life, the fear gripping you.

You would wake up gasping for air, tears streaming down your face, Elijah holding you tightly, whispering words of comfort.

As time passed, the nightmares lessened, but the damage was done. You began to withdraw, pulling away from Elijah. You had tried so hard to forget about the assault, to put it behind you, but you couldn't. The memory was like a knife, twisting in your gut, bringing you down, the pain never-ending.

You knew what you had to do; it was the only way to move forward. But you didn't want to have that conversation with Elijah, afraid he wouldn't understand.

"You seem troubled," Elijah said, sitting next to you on the couch, his arm around you.

You were curled up in his embrace, your head on his shoulder, his scent surrounding you. You wished you could stay like this forever, safe in his arms.

"There's something I need to tell you," you murmured, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"Anything," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

You closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath.

"I need to leave New Orleans," you blurted out, glancing down. "Somewhere far away, like, Europe far."

Elijah was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable.

"I see," he said quietly, his voice strained.

You glanced at him, tears filling your eyes.

"I just can't keep living like this... with ghosts of the past haunting me," you said softly. "I can't keep having the same nightmares."

Elijah looked down at you, his eyes filled with pain and understanding.

"If that is what you need to do, then I will support you," he said, his hand reaching up and brushing away a stray tear.

"I'm not asking you to come with me; I would never want to make you choose between me and your family," you said, reaching out and holding his hand.

"I would choose you," he said, his gaze intense, his hand squeezing yours. "But I understand why you need to do this alone."

"I'm sorry," you choked out, fresh tears streaming down your face.

Elijah pulled you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you, his body warm and comforting. You clung to him, sobbing, the grief pouring out of you.

"Since the moment I laid my eyes on you, I just wanted you to be happy," he murmured, kissing the top of your head. "That is all I ever wanted."

You chuckled through your tears, "you mean when I was giving you a lap dance?" You teased, sniffling.

Elijah let out a low laugh, "Well, perhaps a bit later than that," he admitted, smiling.

You buried your face in his chest, the sound of his heartbeat calming you.

"I will miss you," you whispered.

"And I, you," he said, his arms tightening around you.

You sat there for a while, wrapped in each other's embrace, neither of you wanting to let go. But eventually, the moment passed and reality set in.

You would be leaving New Orleans, and Elijah, in search of a new life, a new start.

It was time to say goodbye.

The airport was bustling, the sound of people talking and rushing about filling the air. You clutched your carry-on bag, your stomach twisting into knots. You glanced at the clock, the time ticking closer to your flight. Elijah was standing beside you, his gaze fixed on the floor, his hands shoved into his pockets.

You had spent the last few days in bed together, the two of you memorizing each other's bodies. It was bittersweet, the time passing too quickly. Now, you were standing in the airport, the moment of goodbye looming.

"I'm not good at goodbyes," you confessed, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

"Neither am I," Elijah said, a small smile on his face.

"Will you promise to call me every day?" You asked, tears filling your eyes.

He didn't respond, just pulled you close to him, his arms wrapping around you. You melted into his embrace, not wanting to let go.

"I have one last gift for you," he murmured, pulling away slightly, his hands still on your shoulders.

You looked at him, confused. His expression one of pure turmoil, his brow furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"What is it?" You asked, tilting your head.

His eyes met yours, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down your spine. He reached up and gently stroked your cheek, his touch soft and reassuring.

"You will no longer remember all the pain you endured in this city, anything to do with the club, Jordan, and your time with me," he said, his voice strained.

"You will be happy, you will be free, unburdened by the darkness of your past," he said, his eyes watering. "I want you to live, and thrive, and find love again."

"Elijah..." you whispered, his name catching in your throat, his name sounding strange to your ears.

"You will forgive yourself, you will know you did all you could to escape," he said, his voice hoarse, the tendons in his neck taut with emotion. "Goodbye, my love."

You felt a strange shift in your mind, your memories dissolving, like water slipping through your fingers. The pain you had endured, the trauma, the love and loss, all of it fading into the ether. Replaced with a lightness, enduring hope, a blank canvas.

You blinked, a sense of calm washing over you, and you picked up your bags and walked towards the security gate. A part of you knew something was missing, that a chapter of your life was gone. But the details eluded you. You didn't know why, but you had a strong urge to never return, to start a new life, far away from the past.

And so, you did.

~Epilogue

It had been about a year since you moved to Italy, and life had been good to you. You got a job working at a local bakery and found yourself happily settled in. You enrolled at the local university and were working towards getting your degree. You had made a lot of new friends, and life was good.

You were sitting in the café across from the university, enjoying a cup of coffee and catching up on some reading. You glanced at the clock, realizing that it was getting late, and you needed to head home. You gathered up your things and headed out, the sun warming your skin as you walked along the cobblestone streets.

As you rounded the corner, you ran full-on into a man, your books falling from your arms. You scrambled to pick them up, your face reddening with embarrassment.

"Pardon me," the man said, helping you gather up your books.

"It's alright, I wasn't looking where I was going," you said, looking up to thank the stranger.

He was handsome, with his dark hair and soft eyes, his expression gentle. He watched you with interest; something about you intrigued him. He stood there for a moment, his eyes searching yours. You smiled shyly, holding his gaze.

"Elijah," he said, reaching his hand out, his eyes crinkling.

"Y/n," you said, returning the smile and taking his hand, feeling your cheeks flush again.

"You seem happy, are you happy?" he asked, a hint of a smile on his face.

"Um, yes, actually," you replied, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason, I just wondered," he said, scratching the back of his neck.

You giggled, tilting your head to the side, eyeing him curiously.

"Do I know you?" you asked, a slight pang in your heart.

You didn't recognize him, but there was something familiar about him, something that tugged at you, longing settling in. He gave a half-smile, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, his gaze playful, inviting.

He had this way about him that made you want to be around him; it was comfortable, easy.

"Sure," you agreed, "but only because you're hot."

He laughed at your joke, his eyes sparkling, making you feel all warm inside.

You spent the night telling him all about your life, your dreams, and aspirations. He listened intently, his eyes locked on yours. He asked you a thousand questions about yourself, seeming genuinely interested in everything you had to say. He spoke very little about himself, preferring to listen and learn. You sensed there was much more to him than he let on.

After a couple of hours, you headed back home, walking with him to your apartment. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, his lips lingering for a moment.

"It was nice to meet you, Y/n," he murmured.

He pulled back, his eyes warm, a smile tugging at his lips.

"It was nice to meet you too, Elijah," you said, smiling back. "We should do this again sometime."

"Unfortunately, I'm heading back home to New Orleans tomorrow," Elijah said, dropping his gaze to the ground.

"Right, uh, yeah. Well, thanks for the drink and the conversation," you said.

Elijah gave a stiff nod, then hesitated, taking a step closer, his eyes searching yours.

"I'm glad you're happy here," he said, his eyes twinkling. "If you could indulge me for one last moment..."

"Yes?" you said, confused.

His hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your face upwards, his lips pressing against yours. It was a deep, passionate kiss, the kind that shook you to your core, a kiss full of love, full of loss.

He pulled away, his eyes heavy with longing.

Perhaps in another life.

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dreamescapeswriting · 11 months

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Heart On Your Sleeve ~ HJS

WORD COUNT: 2k

PAIRING: JIsung x Fem!Reader

GENRE: non!idol AU, breaking up and getting back together, friendly breakup, angst with a soft ending, established relationships, falling back in love with each other

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - June 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

Things between Jisung and you had ended rather amicably if you remembered correctly. There was no large screaming match that ended up with you two saying nasty things to one another, nor was there any kind of bickering behind one another back. Things had just fizzled out and you were no longer a couple and more like friends...Something ex-partners would say a lot but was never actually true but for you and Jisung it appeared to be the truth.

The two of you held no grudges against one another, in fact, you were still rather friendly with one another whenever you saw each other. You put that down to the fact that you had a lot of the same friends in the same social circle and neither of you wanted to put a strain on that.

It had been about four months since you and Jisung had called it quits on things and while you missed him and still loved him you weren't going to be the one to force him into staying with you if he really didn't want to. The whole breakup only happened because he wasn't sure if he loved you the same way anymore and he just needed some "space" to think about some things and to see everything in a different light. The two of you had been together for five years before that and you'd relied on him for a lot of things in your life, things you hadn't realised until he was gone. The simple task of falling asleep seemed impossible now that he wasn't by your side and even eating was difficult when you couldn't do it without him being there. You'd gotten so used to him being there with you, that you suddenly felt weird to do things alone.

"What's going on?" Jisung questioned Chan as he walked into the canteen to see you were being hugged by Felix and Seungmin. It appeared as though you were snuggled into Felix's chest while Seungmin held you from behind and Jisung couldn't be sure but he thought you might have been crying. Which was completely out of character for you, you tried your best to hide everything you were feeling as you weren't the type to wear your heart on your sleeve.

"Not sure, I think Felix mentioned something about her being stood up," Chan explained as he shrugged his shoulders, all he knew was that you were trying to go out more and put yourself out there now that things with Jisung were clearly over between you both. But Jisung frowned at the mention of being "stood up". He had no idea you were even actively looking for someone to date never mind being stood up on. Who in their right mind would stand you up though? The mere idea of it was starting to piss him off, you were the best thing that could ever happen to anyone and they had just decided to ignore you and ghost you?! What was wrong with them?!

"Who would do that to her? Yn is...Yn is incredible," He breathed out, his heart thumping rapidly against his chest as his blood began to boil at the thought of someone hurting you. The clutch on his laptop began to tighten so much that his knuckles were beginning to turn white.

"Yeah, she is. Glad you see that now." Chan grumbled harshly at Jisung who simply frowned at the older man, what the hell did that even mean? Chan had been the one to agree that some time apart for the two of you would probably do you both the world of good.

"I thought you said it was a good idea to take a break from one another..." Jisung stared at Chan who was already shaking his head at Jisung. A break was his suggestion but he had only meant for a few days maybe a week since the two of you were constantly around one another and he could see the strain it was putting on you both.

"I meant a couple of days, maybe a week at a push Jisung. Not four months," Chan shook his head. When you and Jisung were together there was no getting the two of you apart, you woke up together and spent every single second of the day together before going back to bed in one another's arms. While it was sweet sometimes it was also unhealthy with just how much you had grown to rely on one another. Chan wanted you both to take some time and discover yourselves before you got too lost in each other.

"Does it bother you to see her so hurt?" Chan questioned when he noticed that Jisung was continuing to stare in your direction looking more and more pissed off with each passing second.

"Yes. She's a friend-" Chan cut him off before he could finish that sentence. Anyone could see that he still had feelings for you, it was an insult for Jisung to call you a "friend" when it was obvious where his heart truly lay with you.

"She's the love of your life, don't insult her by calling her a friend," Chan ordered as he put his tray down on a random table and shook his head. It was about time someone talked some sense back into Jisung, even if it was too late for him to make it up to you he still needed to hear the truth about everything.

"We both agreed to be friends," Jisung mumbled a little as he bit down on the edge of his tongue. Even he had to admit that hearing those words hurt him to say and it tasted like poison in his mouth.

"No, you agreed to be friends. She agreed so that she wouldn't lose you." A frown began to grow on Jisung's face. He'd told you about wanting to be friends and you'd seemed completely fine with it. Jisung thought you would have come to him if it wasn't something you wanted.

"How would you even know this?" He scoffed, shaking his head at Chan. There was no way you would hide something like that from Jisung, not when the two of you had always shared everything.

"Because we were there every day for the last four months picking up each piece of her broken heart." The world seemed to stop spinning when he heard this but Jisung shook his head at Chan. Everything must have been okay for you now if you were clearly happy enough to try and go on dates with other people. The thought of that made Jisung's blood boil though, no one was good enough for you, you deserved the universe and more and he knew that no one on dating apps would ever be good enough for you.

"She's clearly fine if she was trying to go on a date," Jisung said trying to shrug it off as though it wasn't a big deal, as if the thought of you trying to date wasn't ripping him apart on the inside.

"Because we were forcing her to go out and enjoy herself. To at least attempt to move on since you were having such an easy time during your time away from her," Chan spoke harshly once again but he didn't care. If it wasn't for Jisung having such a nice time on his time apart from you, you wouldn't be so hurt about everything.

"So now, this is my fault? I'm not the one that stood her up on the date." Jisung was doing his best to switch the subject back to what they were originally talking about and Chan shook his head.

"No, but you're the reason she can't sleep at night and why she has to sleep beside Felix most of the time."

"What?" Jisung's mouth ran dry at the thought of it. It had been a couple of months since Felix moved out of the shared accommodation and he just assumed the younger boy had moved in with a partner or had moved closer to work. He never would have imagined he'd moved in with you.

"You think Felix moved into a different dorm for the fun of it? Yn can't sleep because she's so used to falling asleep next to you, to waking up next to you. She'd gotten used to hearing your breathing as she drifted off to sleep that when you were suddenly gone she felt abandoned and empty." Jisung's throat ran dry at the thought of it and he stared over at you as you sniffled and Seungmin wiped your eyes. You said something to him but from this far away Jisung could neither hear what you were saying nor could he read your lips.

"Why didn't she just say no to the break?" Jisung stuttered a little, his voice cracking at the thought of you being so hurt and all because of him.

"Because she wants to make you happy. She'll do anything to make you happy," Chan spoke slowly, picking up his tray and shaking his head at Jisung who was staring at you with a deep frown on his head.

"Even if it makes her sad?"

"Even if it breaks her apart." Was the last thing Chan said before leaving and making his way over to you, leaving Jisung alone with his thoughts.

"I'm fine," You grumbled when you heard your bedroom door open and shut, you assumed it was Felix coming into the room to check on you. Even when a mug of hot chocolate and a brownie were placed down on the bedside table that you were staring down at,

"You still wear my hoodie when you cry?" Jisung questioned as he slid into the bed behind you, turning you around so that your head was now resting on his chest. Your whole body went tense as soon as you felt him so close to you, there was a time in your life when this action would relax you but it only seemed to make your mood sour.

"What do you want?" You asked bitterly, wiping your eyes on your sleeves and sitting up so that you were sitting crossed-legged in front of him. Shutting your body language off to time and staring down at the hot chocolate, it was clear Felix had been making it for you and Jisung had intercepted.

"I want to comfort my girl..." Your heart fluttered at the mention of it but you refused to let yourself give in to it. This was probably just him trying to make you feel better after what he'd no doubt heard about you.

"I thought I wasn't your girl anymore," You sniffled a little about to wipe your cheeks when Jisung's hand beat you to it and he smiled weakly. The second your cheeks were wiped free of tears he wrapped his arm around your waist and dragged you closer to him.

"You're always my girl." You stared at him as you slowly licked your bottom lip and shook your head.

"You left." You reminded him dryly as he nodded his head, taking your hand in his and linking your fingers together. There was going to be a long time until you took him back fully but he was going to be here every day until you decided to forgive him.

"I'm back." He shrugged his shoulders but you still weren't convinced about all of it, how could he just come back and expect things to go back to normal?

"Until you're bored." You grumbled looking away from him but he took your face into his hands and turned you back to face him. His eyes softened as he stared back at you, smiling weakly as he ran his thumb along your bottom lip.

"I'm back, until the day I die." Your heart skipped as you waited for him to move, or say something but when he didn't you threw your arms around him and kissed him desperately. It had been far too long until you'd gotten to hold him and you wanted to feel his lips on yours again,

"I missed you." You sniffled as you snugged against him, his arms wrapping protectively around you.

"I missed you too, I'm so fucking sorry baby." He repeated over and over again as the two of you laid together, just enjoying being close to one another.

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icallhimjoey · 6 months

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I can just imagine joe being a sleep talker but the kind where he seems kind of awake and you can talk to him. I imagine him just loopy and happy, all dreamy just talking about the person he loves whilst cuddling a pillow.

ugh fuck OFF! ok so, this is an extremely short little thing, so sorry, but, how could I not write this request ????? i had to Wordcount: 1K

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Mine

It was rare for you to wake up in the middle of the night, to be awoken by a full bladder in need of relief. This is why it took you a second to realise why you'd even woken up at 3 in the morning to begin with.

It was dark.

Quiet.

Well, there wasn't any noise that should've woken you up. Joe didn't snore, but would randomly mumble things in his sleep sometimes. He seemed sound asleep, however, so that couldn't have been what had pulled you from your slumber.

There were no pains, no cramps. You didn't feel too hot or too cold, were actually really comfortable... so then, why? Why were you up?

The little zing in your lower stomach gave it away. It was dull, but definitely there.

You had to pee.

You did everything with your eyes closed in an attempt to stay as asleep as possible.

Silly, but effective.

You peed in the dark and decided you'd flush in the morning. Didn't want to wake Joe any more than getting out of the bed might have already done.

When you slid back into the bedroom, there was rustling of covers as you saw through squinty eyes how Joe turned over in his sleep.

You were quick to dive back under the covers where it was warm and cosy, finding instant comfort where you left in a minute earlier. Without trying to turn too much, you settled into your favourite sleep position, on your stomach with one knee hiked up, ready to drift back off.

But then,

"No, that's mine."

Joe.

He spoke in his normal speaking voice, enunciating each word as if he was awake.

For a second, you thought that maybe he was.

"What?" you whispered into the dark. "What's yours?" you hadn't taken anything. Your head was on your pillow and if anyone was hogging covers, it was him. Not you.

"Stop it, that's mine, you're..." Joe stopped to yawn, then finished, "You're not allowed."

You leant up onto your elbows and tried to find Joe's face in the dark.

"Joe?"

Nothing. Just heavy slow breaths.

"Baby?"

Silence.

Yea, he was definitely asleep. You let your breath audibly escape you as you let yourself fall back down into your pillow. You'd ask him tomorrow if he'd remember what he'd dreamt about.

Just when you were on the verge of falling back asleep, Joe let out a loud, annoyed groan. It woke you right back up.

"Stop looking! I told you, that is mine."

"Joe," you used a heavy, tired arm to find his to grab. Shook him a little. A futile attempt to wake him, as it did nothing.

"You can't look and you can't touch."

You were tired and mustered up the energy to go, "Okay, I won't look or touch."

"Good."

And for a little bit, it was quiet and you foolishly thought you'd be able to fall back asleep if you were quick enough.

"Listen, I get it." Joe suddenly said again, and it almost felt like you were snoozing. Brought back into consciousness every couple of minutes by Joe's voice.

"I get it," Joe repeated on the back end of a sigh. "But, she's mine, so..."

That piqued your interest enough to lift yourself back onto your elbows again.

"What?"

"Mine." Joe repeated, and you saw how he was definitely 100 per cent asleep still.

"Who is yours?"

"She is."

"Who is she?"

If he was going to say any name other than yours, you'd smack him right awake. Softly, of course, nothing to actually hurt him. But still.

"She is..."

Yes?

Yeesss?

"She is gorgeous, isn't she? Look at her."

A grin grew on your face despite the sleep that was trying its best to tug your eyelids down. Made you blink very slowly.

"You said I wasn't allowed to look."

"No." A beat, and then, "I have to leave."

You could never make much sense of the sleep-talking conversations Joe tried to rope you into sometimes. Which made sense. He was asleep. Dreaming.

Dreams were always weird hallucinations where you were in one place and then without warning in the next, and the person you were hanging out with was actually a giraffe and you were always missing half your teeth which was always traumatising, yet none of it would be questioned at all, not until you woke up, anyway.

The fact that this chat seemed quite coherent was unusual.

"Where you going?" you plopped back down again, but kept facing Joe. You were able to just make out the outline of his face in the dark as he laid on his back, and even like this, barely able to see any of his features, he looked nice.

He had a good profile.

Pretty.

Hair a right mess, but, pretty still.

"I don't want to go."

"Mhmm... then stay."

"Okay. Will you tell them I won't go?"

"Fine."

Another silence fell, and you were so sleepy. You thought maybe you'd just have to learn how to keep this chat going whilst you slept too. Joe stirred on his side of the bed and you felt how a hand searched across until it found your waist.

It didn't grab onto anything, but had found what it was looking for and just laid there by your side.

"Can't go if she won't come."

A tiny gasp escaped you.

"Why... why won't she come?"

Joe sighed deeply, turned and nuzzled into his pillow, said, "Work."

You fucking knew exactly who she was.

"That's not her fault though, is it?"

It wasn't as if you had enjoyed telling Joe there were no gaps in your agenda to come and visit him whilst he worked overseas. Telling Joe no could definitely bring you great joy, because he really needed to hear it sometimes, but, it was no fun when it came to things like this.

"No," Joe mumbled, voice softer now, and you knew he'd be quiet again soon.

You decided to try again, just to know for sure.

"Hey," you whispered. "Who is she, again?"

"Mhmm," Joe hummed, hand springing back to life, now finding its way around your waist, hooking just enough to pull you into him. You gladly let him, curled into his chest as he curled around.

"Mine," he whispered, took a big whiff with his nose stuck in your hair.

"She's mine."

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harlowcomehome · 6 months

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It’s not that serious! :

October fics!

Requested by @hoodharlow

The cries of your seven-month-old daughter filled the house as you and Jack tried to find the Halloween candy you had bought for this year.

Hazel was still far too young to go trick or treating so you and Jack opted for a quiet night at home.

“Is she hungry?” Jack was stressed, and the sounds of his daughter wailing were not helping.

“No, she’s just tired and needs a nap” you sighed, putting her into a baby carrier against your body before you helped Jack look for the candy.

“I think you took it to the studio? Didn’t you keep the boxes there?” You suddenly remembered and Jack nodded quickly shuffling to the studio to get them.

Hazel was dressed in a black onesie that had a cobweb design on it. Maggie had bought it for her as the words “my first Halloween” were stitched across it.

“I’m so excited, we better get a lot this year” Jack smiled as he struggled to balance the abundance of boxes he had in his hands.

“You decorated the outside of our house for hours, I’ll be so offended if nobody shows up” you teased.

“Me too!”

Jack had gone all out, hiring a team to decorate as well as helping them himself. He had seen videos online of people decorating the outsides of their houses with twelve-foot skeletons and had to get one immediately.

You bounced Hazel up and down until she started to fall asleep against your chest.

“Do you think the doorbell will bother her?” He was worried as she was going through a growth spurt and having a hard time staying asleep.

“I doubt it, I can put her in her bassinet and bring the baby monitor out here though” you smiled knowing how much tonight meant to Jack.

Jack walked over to you placing a kiss on your forehead and one on the top of Hazel's head before you walked to her room, placing her in the bassinet.

You heard the doorbell ring, rushing to the living room so you and Jack could greet the trick-or-treaters together.

You were met with a group of kids, there were four of them. Two were dressed in princess costumes, one was a ninja turtle and another was a zombie.

“I love your costume little man” Jack smiled at the ninja turtle.

“ Leonardo?” You questioned as the door shut.

“You remembered the blue one is Leonardo?” He clutched his chest dramatically making you giggle.

As the night went on, you and Jack had seen every costume imaginable, you felt like your eyes had begun to cross.

A child in a pirate costume came to the door alone, his mother waiting at the end of your driveway. You assumed he was Jack Sparrow, you’d seen that costume a few times tonight.

The first time he knocked on the door he had a hat on, the second time his eye patch covered his right eye.

“Am I crazy or did that kid already come by?” Jack asked as he shut the door.

You held back a laugh, truthfully you had noticed the same kid had come by twice but you doubted he’d have the audacity to do it a third time.

Jack shook his head, thinking maybe he was being dramatic but it wasn’t until the doorbell rang and he saw the same child in a pirate costume for the third time that he knew he wasn’t being dramatic.

When he opened the door, the kid smiled at him, his canine teeth both missing.

“Trick or treat!” His eye patch had moved eyes now.

“Didn't you already come by? Twice?” Jack furrowed his brow, picking the least favorite candy bar and putting it in his overflowing pumpkin pail.

“Nope,” the kid chuckled, turning his back to leave.

You were surprised that Jack asked that, nudging him with your elbow.

Jack didn’t acknowledge you but pulled his cell phone out immediately after the door shut. He was checking the cameras that sat facing the street.

The kid and his mom were now taking his pirate vest off, trying to change the outfit entirely.

“Hell no” Jack walked over to the porch light, immediately shutting it off.

“Jack, it’s not that serious!” You laughed knowing he was being drastic. You checked the baby monitor before turning your attention back to him.

“I’m not about to look like a clown, I didn’t dress up as one” his brow furrowed as he watched the mother and son walk back down the street through his camera.

“You knew when we handed out full-size candy bars that the kids would do that” you teased and he shook his head, clearly authentically bothered.

“Are you beefing with a child right now?” You giggled, not believing how serious he was actually taking it.

“Yes! That’s not cool!” He scoffed making you shake your head as he turned the porch light back on.

“He’s probably like eight!”

“But his moms like fourty-two, she’s trying to fight” he rolled his eyes before opening the door for a new batch of trick or treaters.

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zuhuan · 6 months

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BSD men x S/O having a nightmare (pt.1)

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Akutagawa Ryunosuke, Nikolai Gogol

Summary: The reader has nightmares at night and their beloved partner helps them deal with it.

Genre: comfort, fluff

COMISSIONS -> open

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Dazai Osamu:

• Dazai was never a deep sleeper, but tonight was different. After a tiring day of work where they had to deal with a huge criminal organization, ofcourse he sleeps like a bear.

• Both of you were already lying in your shared bed and sleeping when you started talking and shaking while you were dreaming. After a while, you suddenly woke up from your dream and you were very scared. You couldn't decide if it was real or not.

• You covered your mouth in fear with both hands so as not to wake up your boyfriend. Only your soft sobs could be heard in the night. After a while, you felt that your fear did not subside, you sat on the edge of the bed and when you were about to stand up, you felt someone grab your waist from behind.

• You woke him up. "What happened Belladonna?" Dazai mumbled in a sleepy voice. There was no answer from you to his question, instead you went back to bed and tried to stay as quiet as possible so as not to wake him up even more.

• Your boyfriend hugged you even tighter from behind, then turned you around to face him. You tried to cover your teary eyes, but Dazai grabbed your chin and looked straight into your eyes. He wiped away your tears with his thumb, "Another nightmare?", "Everything is fine my love, I'm here with you, nothing can hurt you." He said in a pleasant voice as he stroked your back and pulled you closer to his chest.

• You hugged him too, then buried your head in his chest, where the pleasant scent of your boyfriend soothed you even more. "I'm sorry..." you felt uncomfortable and awkward for waking him up."It's okay, don't worry, sleep now baby", "Goodnight". Dazai smiled and held you close to him throughout the night, stroking your hair to make you feel safe and help you if you had another nightmare.

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Akutagawa Ryunosuke:

• Akutagawa usually always comes home from work very late, and today was no different. You were very exhausted that day and went to bed early. You couldn't fall asleep for a while because your thoughts about your boyfriend worried you, but after a while you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

• You didn't wake up when he got home. You usually wait for Akutagawa in the living room when he gets home and late at night you have dinner together with the hot meal you prepared. He noticed that you weren't there. At first he was very scared of where you might be, but as soon as he headed towards your bedroom, he saw you sleeping when he reached the door frame. He was relieved that you were safe.

• As he began to change into his pajamas, he heard soft sobs and sniffles coming from the bedroom. Akutagawa slowly walked in to you. Many thoughts popped into his mind. "Are you sleeping but still crying?", "What could have hurt you so much?" He didn't understand the situation.

• He slowly knelt next to you on the bed and inspected you carefully. It took him a while to realize that you were having a nightmare and that you were crying. Your boyfriend gently grabbed your shoulder and shook you. "Angel, please wake up." You slowly woke up. Your eyes were teary and red, you were very scared. You saw Akutagawa in front of you smiling gently at you. You immediately put your arms around his neck and told him what you dreamed about.

• "You left me in my dream.." you mumbled. You were very upset, you didn't want to let him go. Akutagawa gently took your hands off of him and sat next to you on the bed. "I would never leave you, such a wonderful person who showed me the light and the feeling of love." Your boyfriend smiled at you and you quickly turned away because those kind words from him embarrassed you.

• Suddenly, he picked you up and headed towards the living room. "Would you like to watch a movie?" "We'll distract you from your nightmare." You and your boyfriend spent the rest of the night cuddling on the couch watching a movie. You fell asleep on Akutagawa after a while. He took you carefully into your shared bedroom, covered you and himself and you fell asleep together hugging each other tightly.

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Nikolai Gogol:

• Nikolai knew that you have a hard time falling asleep for some reason, but if you manage to fall asleep, it makes him very happy too and he doesn't have to worry about you.

• He had just finished the paperwork that Fyodor had handed out when he saw you sleeping in your shared bedroom. He was happy. That was the night you managed to fall asleep for the first time in a long time. Walking on tiptoe, Nikolai got ready for bed. Your boyfriend didn't want to wake you up. He thought a lot about how he should get into bed next to you. He was very afraid that he might wake you up and take away your precious sleep time.

• Your boyfriend got into the bed next to you with soft, gentle movements and then, after careful planning, hugged you. He hardly dared to take a breath because he was afraid that you would wake up. He kissed your cheek then softly mumbled "Relax yourself my love".

• Both of you were sleeping when Nikolai felt you shaking and squeezing his arm tightly. He immediately woke up, opened his eyes and tried to help you not to wake up. He pressed your head to his neck and then covered you with the blanket even better and gently rubbed your back with his hands. After a while Nikolai heard you talking in your dream. "N-no, please don't d-do this to me... help m-me.. N-NIKOLAI!" He was awake until now, but as soon as you called his name, you scared him even more.

• You hadn't fully woken up from your dream yet, so he was trying to do as much as possible for you. He whispered in your ear in a low sleepy voice. "I'm here Y/N.. everything's going to be alright." "It's just a bad dream, not reality." He told you caringly as you finally you started to stop shaking. You mumbled a few more words to yourself, but it was impossible to understand. "There you go.", "Now calm down, Milaya, and rest properly." He placed one last kiss on your forehead before joining the world of dreams.

• Nikolai, knowing that you were finally sleeping and that his kind words and touches had calmed you down made him happy. Warmth filled him inside. He hugged you tighter and promised that he would never, ever leave you or hurt you. No matter what, no matter how difficult the situation, he will be there for you and you for him.

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kurorama · 1 year

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Hi can we get Neteyam comforting his female mate who wakes up from a loud noise in the middle of her sleep?

Dad!Neteyam x Mom!reader

You were already sleeping, all peacefully in the safety of your tent. The breeze that passed through the cracks of your tent flaps was hitting just right and the protective arms of your husband around you had helped you to fall asleep even quicker.

Though, your peace was bound to be disrupted as a loud sound of metal clanking resonated around the whole tent. You suddenly wake up at the disturbance, jumping up from your sleeping position as Neteyam’s arms slightly prevent you from doing so. You tried to look around the tent in an attempt at seeking whatever had potentially intruded your tent. Paranoid as you were, you were fearing the worst for you and your little family as you couldn’t see much due to your lantern being off.

You shook Neteyam by the shoulders, effectively waking him up and sending him in a panicked state.

“I heard something, Neteyam!” you cried, holding onto your husband's arm for comfort. Anyone could call you dramatic all they wanted, but after living through the constant fear of war that ran through your husband’s family and your extreme paranoia, you deemed yourself to have the right to act this way.

Neteyam quickly stood up, lighting up the main lantern with his flint and stone. He was an expert with his fingers so it took him little effort to get the light up and running. Your heart had stopped beating so aggressively against your chest wall at the sight of both your spears that had fallen to the ground, therefore causing the heavy noise.

Though your concern picked up once more as you noticed who was to blame for their fall. You looked at your youngest son, as he was playing with the dull parts of the blade. You would have made a quick move for it, but your amazing husband had beat you to it. He picked up the young boy, before putting him back to sleep between his other siblings, who generously accepted the third warm body in their cuddle pile.

Neteyam looked at you, before smiling warmly at your concerned figure. He blew gently on the lantern’s wick, extinguishing the flame and setting you back into the previous darkness. Your fears resurrected once more, and you felt like a child that would shrink away from the dark. In the midst of your panicking, you had failed to notice the arms that had wrapped themselves gently around your waist, pulling them towards themselves.

Neteyam sensed your panic, and he ought himself to be the one to ease your worries. He knows of your fears, of your concerns and insecurities. As your mate and father of the three beautiful children that you both conceived, he vowed to always be the one to cease your distraught mind.

“Stop worrying, everyone is safe and you know that there are warriors patrolling the village at all hours.” he breathed in the crook of your neck, his nose rubbing against your jawline as he snuggled closer to you. You hummed in acknowledgment, though you were still worried for your family. What if Quaritch was still roaming and in search of a round 3 of getting beaten? What if the humans were to come back for revenge on the death that the omatikaya had brought amongst their army?

You just couldn’t stress this enough. Though, the soft kiss that Neteyam had pressed along your cheek had warmed your heart deeply. You knew that he wanted you to feel at ease, and sometimes you felt bad for worrying him with your own worries.

You felt Neteyam turn around briefly before muttering something silently that you couldn’t necessarily hear. Then, just to your amazing luck, you felt one tiny leg step on the fine strands of your unbraided hair.

You restrained yourself from yelling at the sudden pull, making your scalp burn with pain. Neteyam was quick to grab your little daughter from below her armpits, bringing the tired child to rest between the two of you. When you looked down, you were met with the sight of all of your three children, attempting to squeeze between their dear parents. All of your adorable children that were supposed to be sleeping at that time. Turns out they had other plans, and it was to sneak in between their parents' own cuddling pile. The more the merrier, right?

You chuckled at the sight of everyone attempting to squeeze together, and your heart soared as Neteyam’s hand had managed to find yours throughout the chaos. Soon, the little ones had calmed down and their agitated movements had stopped, leaving you to gaze into whatever fraction of your husband’s yellow iris that you could see through the dim lighting.

He brought a hand to your cheek, softly rubbing it with his thumb. You leaned over to give Neteyam a kiss on the cheek, missing the way he flushed an indigo colour in the dark. Soon enough, Neteyam’s thumb movement had ceased as his breathing stabilised, deeming that he had fallen asleep. You too, falling into slumber as your husband’s presence soothed you.

i wrote this before knowing that bladder lantern exist and that the na’vi had extremely good night vision, which makes sense but I’m stupid 😭

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jimsbeetroot · 2 months

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𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

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smut!

In all fairness, it's just a mask. A mask he allowed you to put on him before every show.

It's just a guitar, but he always played for you when you couldn't fall asleep at night.

And it’s just shoes— shoes that are normally huddled together in the hallway before you come home. It’s such a little thing that you shouldn’t be getting upset about, but it’s another thing on the list of things that you’d noticed about Jim's absence.

Things were so different in the house; it all felt so painfully empty. It was quiet, really quiet. So quiet that you sometimes felt as if you could hear the gentle thrumming of your heartbeat. You’d tried to fill the silence with music and the talking of the TV, but it didn't help to see his masked face on MTV every day.

And before you knew it, it was quiet again— quiet and empty.

An empty plate was still set at his place at the table. It went without saying; you missed him— a lot.

It was the first time in over six years that you’d been apart for this long.

Jim had gone on tour with Slipknot and for the first time - since you got together- you hadn't joined him.

It was Jim's call. The band was experiencing their ups and downs, and Jim didn't want you to be stuck with that for months. You understood.

The first couple of months, you thought you could handle it. It hadn’t felt much different then. But suddenly, it was as if anything that remotely reminded you of Jim would automatically set you off.

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t called, or at least tried to call — if you somehow managed to get the times correct— it was just not the same.

You sighed frustratedly, flinging a paintbrush at the canvas. It stroked a harsh angry black line on the creamy-white paper. You’d been trying to find inspiration for that fucking painting but it wasn’t coming along so easy.

All you could think of was that twenty-four hours was a pretty long time, and you weren’t sure if you could wait that long to see him.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up from the painting as you heard a voice emerging from downstairs.

You shook off the thought.

Those stupid voices had been appearing in your head for over four months, and you were not about to let them fool you once more.

You tilted your head slightly to look at the canvas from another angle.

Maybe you could draw Jim. You could draw his face or his hands. Or maybe you could draw his dick. Yeah, you could draw his dick from memory with your eyes closed, it was almost embarrassing.

You scoffed, how desperate could you get?

“What’s this one called?”

Wow, you’re even hearing Jim talking now?

Fuck, what a loser.

Was it healthy to be so in love that you could hear your boyfriend's voice when he was somewhere on the other side of the world?

Surely, it couldn’t be.

“I know. A black beacon trying to blossom against the adversity of white?”

A familiar voice chuckled from behind you.

You frowned, not turning around. If it was your thoughts then why did it sound exactly like something Jim would say?

Shit, I really really have it bad.

“Really, not even a giggle? I’ve had a better reaction from my band mates—”

You heard a few steps coming closer.

“—and my girlfriend refuses to acknowledge my existence”

Okay.

You were sure that you heard a small creak from that floorboard as if someone purposely stepped on it.

Fuck, you weren’t not expecting anyone and the only person with a spare key is— was, well Jim. You glanced behind you slowly and cautiously, but before you knew it, you were stumbling up from the floor and jumping to wrap your legs around Jim.

“Fuck, I thought I was going crazy imagining your voice,” you murmured with your mouth against Jim's neck. He’s back. Your James. “God, I’ve missed you so much.”

You looked up at him, arms hooked around his neck.

He was exactly as he was when he’d left and the feeling of just being around him again overwhelmed you. You felt so completely whole again and the thought tugged at your heartstrings.

You held him tighter as your lips trembled and tears welled up in your eyes.

Jim frowned, setting you down gently on the dresser.

“Please don’t cry. You know it breaks my heart.”

“I know, I know,” You chuckled, trying to get rid of the traitorous tears that slid down your cheek.

"I just— I missed you so much. It’s just—”

Jim smiled widely as he flattened you up against his body again, forehead level with yours.

He placed a soft kiss on your temple

“I missed you too, babe, so fucking much.”

He raked his fingers through your hair.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that? I thought about you every single day. My little love all by herself, waiting for me.”

You grinned. God, you’d missed his voice and the way he talked, so relaxed that it never failed to excite you.

“I thought you were coming back tomorrow?”

“I left early,” Jim said, shifting your hair away from your neck. He gave it a soft peck.

“Really?” You were more than over the moon that he was here, but if he’d gotten in trouble over it, you’d feel horrible. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yes, I did. Corey got sick and we cancelled the last show. I had to come back to my baby.”

Your cheeks flushed what you could only imagine had been a bright rose-tinted colour.

"You’re too sweet,” you gushed.

“Sweet is overrated-” Jim started, flashing that smirk.

”-Now take off those cute little shorts and panties. I need to taste that sweet cunt of yours."

You didn’t need him telling you twice before you were tugging at the clothes, the cool breeze instantly blew at your bare core causing shivers down your spine. You’d been waiting for this moment ever since he’d left and your fingers had never quite succeeded in satisfying yourself the way Jim did— does.

Jim sunk to his knees. Fuck. He ran a finger over your slit, playing with the juices and he groaned as it spilled deliciously against the wood dresser.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders.

“God Y/N, I’ve missed you.”

Jim kissed the skin of your thigh right under where you wanted him the most.

“You’ve always had a sweet cunt, always drenched and ready for me.”

Jim parted your lips with his fingers, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he looked up at you with pure fascination.

“God Jim— I need your mouth,”

Jim smirked at the sheer desperation in your voice. He plunged a digit into your hole.

Shit, your walls clenched around his finger.

The moment which you’d been longing for, was finally here.

“Where baby? You have to be specific.”

“On me, fuck—” You whimpered as his fingers bent in and out of you.

You’d craved his contact for all these months and now, you had it, and overwhelming pleasure filled your body.

Your cheeks were hot and flustered and there was entirely too much going on. “I need your mouth on my cunt, Jim. I just need you…..please.”

Jim grunted, delving his tongue deep into you. He glanced up at you with a hum that vibrated through you.

“I— ’m so fucking close Jim—” You breathed heavily, trying to get your bearings correct, but his fingers were moving inside you with the same vigour his cock did.

Jim released your clit with a prominent pop. Your walls clenched tightly around his fingers with no particular pattern. He sunk his teeth into the flesh of your trembling thighs, sucking a blossoming bruising purple on the surface.

“Fuck—”

You couldn’t even begin to think properly as his lips trailed kisses up your body. You hadn’t come that hard in so long that your body was already weak from pleasure.

Jim smirked.

“Look at you, baby. So fucking spent—” Your face was slippery with sweat, strands of hair stuck to your forehead. “— and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. “You missed me that much?”

“Yes—” You answer, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “I missed you so fucking much. I missed your fingers—”

Jim lined himself with your entrance.

“What else?”

“I missed your cock as well. So, so much."

Jim grinned, sinking his cock inside you slowly, only stopping when he was right at the hilt, your walls sucking him in naturally and he moaned at the sensation.

It was pure ecstasy as he began to move, pulling himself out before slamming his hips back.

“Faster—” After so long, you needed him now, rough and hard. “—Please, you need to go faster, Jim”

“Hold on, darling,” Jim growled out. “I haven’t fucked you in so long and you’re so fucking tight.”

Jim laid his rough hands on your waist, clutching you tightly.

“You know I love you, right?”

You smiled lazily, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm, I love you too— a lot.”

Jim bit your collarbone and increased his pace, pounding into you deep again and again.

You dug your fingers into Jim's back, chanting his name so loud that the neighbours were probably aware that he was back by now. But you didn’t care.

Jim hooked one of your legs around his waist, hitting you at another angle and you mewed at the way he hit your sweet spot.

“God I— Fuck—”

“You want to come again, baby?” Jim asked, kissing your neck.

“Yes, yes please—”

“Then come for me baby,” He growled and it didn’t take long before you were jerking against him, screaming out his name.

He captured your lips in his, kissing you heatedly, teeth and tongue smashed as he swallowed your moans. He continued to thrust, deep and hard.

“Fuck baby— I’m gonna need you to clench around me.”

“I— I can’t,” You managed to choke out, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

“Yes, you can baby,” Jim said as your eyes pricked red with tears. “I got you.”

You could feel the fire pooling in your abdomen as you used all of your energy to clench around his cock.

Jim let out a long, loud moan as he finally came so hard.

“God— I’ve missed you,” You said.

Jim pulled himself out of you. “Hmm. I’ve missed you too.

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Shine A Light Into The Wreckage

Chapter Three - Gasping For Breath

Bob Floyd was many things. He was an instructor at Top Gun, a lover of Tolkien books and a huge fan of coffee. But Bob was also clumsy. That was how he bumped into the table, knocking her drink onto her notebook. He felt bad about it. Bad enough to come back time and time again, in the hopes that she would be there. And, every time, she is. Each time looking a little worse for wear. It doesn't take Bob long to realise he has to save her.

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Warnings: Abusive relationship! Abusive hair pulling! Abusive choking! Forceful sex! Domestic abuse! Seriously don't read if you're affect by stuff like this (like seriously Ken tries to kill her in this one)

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The stairs to the apartment were even worse in the dark. If she didn't already have which stairs weren't entirely stable memorised, she would have been falling through the floor.

The apartment was dark when she pushed open the door. Part of her hoped that Ken had gone to bed, but a bigger part of her knew it would have been too good to be true.

Hanging her jacket on the back of the door, she carefully placed her bag on the sofa and started moving through the apartment. So far so good, she allowed herself to think.

But, of course, nothing is ever easy. When somebody cleared their throat, she jumped out of her skin, nearly falling to the floor. "Jesus, Ken," she muttered as she straightened herself up. "You scared the shit out of me."

She looked towards the kitchen, where he was sitting in the darkness. She could hardly see him, but she didn't dare move to turn the light on.

"Why are you sneaking in?" He challenged, his voice calm. And that frightened her the most.

"I didn't want to wake you up," she answered quickly. "In case you were asleep."

Still, he stared. His face was blank, unreadable. "So, you weren't with anybody?"

She shook her head. "I just lost track of time at the cafe."

Suddenly he was on his feet, striding towards the window. He moved the curtain to the side slightly and looked out onto the street below.

It was fine, she said to herself. Bob was a friend and he was probably long gone by now.

When Ken laughed, her stomach dropped. "Is that the fucking guy from The Hard Deck? The Hangman guy?" He yelled as he turned towards her, spit flying everywhere.

(Now, dear reader, I feel as though I owe you some context. You see, Bob was in The Hard Deck on the night that Jake flirted with her. He was absorbed in another conversation and didn't see her, not until this stranger was swinging at Jake and Bob had to step between them. Still, Bob didn't notice her, but she didn't notice him. They were too wrapped up in their own distress. So, when Ken saw Bob looking at the apartment building as he walked away, he got the two aviators mixed up.)

"What?" She stared at her boyfriend with furrowed brows. "Ken, that's not Hangman."

"But you were with him."

She scrambled to find words, tried to work out what wouldn't get her into trouble. But she couldn’t lie to him. He'd know instantly and it would only make things so much worse. "I mean, we met at the café, but I wasn't with him."

Ken laughed again, but this was bitter. "Somehow, I don't believe you."

When he strode over, she couldn’t stop her body from flinching away. "I never pegged you as a slut, Barbie," he said as he forcefully grabbed her cheeks.

"Ken," she tried to say, but it didn't come out right, not with the way he was holding her. "Please."

Her cries fell on deaf ears. He moved his face close to hers, almost like he was going to kiss her, but then he pulled away. "I don't kiss sluts, Barbie," he said and let go of her face, pushing her to the floor in the process.

She sniffed, but she didn't cry. Not when she had endured worse. "I'm not cheating on you," she whispered.

Ken picked her up. It wasn't loving. It wasn't her knight in shining armour scooping her up off of the floor and carrying her away. No, just as he had done the night before, he wrapped his fingers around her hair and pulled her to her feet. She cried out as she struggled to stand, but Ken ignored it.

"Bedroom," he said, voice demanding as he let go of her. "Now."

She walked into their bedroom and stripped off her clothes, just as she was expected to do. When Ken came into the room he pushed her down and flipped her over, forcing her to lay on her back and face him.

"You know I hate having to remind you of who you belong to, Barbie." The way he said her nickname, it was patronising. Like she really was just a toy for him to play with.

As he undid his belt and freed himself from his jeans, she felt physically sick. He leaned over her, pushing in with no regard for her comfort or pleasure.

Tears ran down her face, but she didn't sob. She couldn't look at him, and that only made him angry. "Let me see you, Barbie," he growled as his hands wrapped around her throat.

Ken never squeezed. He never ever caused her harm like that. But today was different. Today his grip was tight as he held her neck, like he was trying to cut off her air supply. Like he wanted her dead.

Suddenly she was gasping for air.

Desperately her hands clawed at his wrists, trying to get him to release her. "Ken!" She tried to gasp, but he sped up his thrusts. "Ken! I-"

His grunt grew louder and he moved faster, his hips snapping until finally, he finished, climaxing inside of her. He released her neck and tucked himself back into his jeans, leaving her there, gasping for breath.

On shaking legs, she crawled to the bathroom and reached into the cabinet for her birth control. As soon as she had swallowed it, she climbed into the shower, where she let herself cry.

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"Baby On Board!" Jake shouted the moment Bob walked back into Natasha's condo. "We were just about to send the police out looking for you!" He shouted with a laugh.

He hadn't thought about how much his friends would have worried about his disappearance. His hands were in his pockets as he made his way out to the back porch, where Jake and Natasha already had a beer each.

"Sorry," he said, accepting the bottle that Natasha passed him from the box beside her. "Got caught up with something."

"And you didn't even bring back the coffees." Natasha and Jake didn't mention that, when Bob hadn't come back for an hour or answered their texts, they had turned to the coffee machine. It wasn't as good as the cafe coffee they had been promised, but it would do.

Natasha looked at him, eyebrows raised (although it wasn't the easiest thing to see beneath the lights strung up above them). "Is it a girl?" She asked.

Bob blushed deep crimson, and that was answer enough. "Our Baby On Board has a girlfriend?" Jake called, tipping the top of the bottle towards him. "I never thought I'd see the day."

"She's not my girlfriend,” Bob mumbled as he sat between Jake and Natasha.

Jake and Natasha looked at each other. "But you want her to be, right?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Bob took his first sip of beer. "I don't know," he said once he had swallowed the mouthful. "I mean, I've only just met her and she's got a boyfriend."

"So?" Jake replied and Natasha glared at him.

"Tell us everything," she said to the Weapon Systems Officer.

So, Bob told them everything. He told them about the day before in the cafe, where he had knocked over her drink and ruined her notebook. He told them how she had run to work when he tried to apologise. He told them about the replacement notebook and how she had invited him to sit with her. And he told them that he had walked her to her apartment.

"She sounds great," said Jake as he finished his drink and reached for another.

"Yeah, perfect," Natasha agreed. "Apart from the boyfriend."

"We're hating him for you," Jake continued.

Bob shook his head. "We can't just hate him. What if he's a really nice guy?" He suggested.

A scoff left Jake's lips. "He's with Baby Bob's dream girl. That's bad enough for me," he said, reaching past Bob to fist bump Natasha, who nodded in agreement.

Bob held his hands up in defence. "All I'm saying is, if she's with him, he must be great." He sipped his drink. "Besides, I think she's just looking for a friend."

"Are you okay just being that friend?" Natasha asked, her tone comforting.

Bob nodded his head. "Yeah, I am."

After the one beer Bob said his goodbyes. He climbed into his truck and set off to his own place. Just like he had said to Nat and Jake, he was okay with just being her friend. Even if he couldn't get their interactions out of his head. Even when he pulled into his driveway he was thinking about her. Thinking about the way she laughed at him, a laugh that lit up the room. The way her eyes seemed to shine when she told a story from her childhood. The way her emotions seemed to get the better of her when she briefly mentioned her story.

He thought about her apartment. It wasn't the nicest San Diego had to offer , definitely run down and cheap. From the little he had seen of the inside, the stairs would never pass any kind of inspection.

"Frodo!" He called when he opened the door to his two bedroom house.

Once Bob had completed his second stint at Top gun and had permanently relocated to San Diego, his mother had been so worried about him getting lonely. So, to ease her worries, Bob got a cat. Frodo had the life of luxury, more toys than he would ever play with and the best food Bob could get.

He found Frodo asleep on his bed, his black hairs covering the comforter. Not that Bob minded too much; it was Frodo's home as much as it was his.

She hadn't told him her name, Bob thought as he filled Frodo's bowl (as soon as Frodo heard the cupboard containing his food open, he went running). She hadn't told him her name as he was smitten.

He just had to hope she was at the café again tomorrow.

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