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If the world was ending
Felix x reader. Estranged childhood best friends to lovers. Angst and happy ending. highly recommend listening to If the world was ending while reading :)
Felix has always been there with you, from the moment you've met him when you were 8 years old, until he suddenly no longer was, and you were left to grapple with the consequences of his absence- and those of his return.
cw: description of a car accident, reader has a fear of loud noises.
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12 march 2011
Screeching brakes, a jarring collision, glass shattering all around you, shards of it embedding into your tender skin. You are too young to understand it all, but you know it's bad. You are suddenly upside down, the only thing helping you stay put is the seatbelt fastened around you. You didn't really like seatbelts but your mom always insisted on you wearing one.
Your mom, you can't see her face, she's upside down too, and she isn't talking. That's unusual because you're crying and she isn't turning around to comfort you. Someone is screaming outside of your car, and then you are pulled out. You don't know who's touching you, and you want them to stop. Where is your mom? Why did they not pull her out too?
An ambulance approaches you; its loud sirens feel like pine needles drilling into your skull. You try to cover your ears but your hands are covered in blood. The world around you is painted red- the flashing lights of the sirens and the liquid oozing from your cuts. It’s no longer your favorite color.
27 may 2011
You are playing in the playground near your home, waving at your mom from the top of the slide. She's gotten better, she smiles more easily at you now. And you are trying to be a good kid too; you help wash the dishes and you clean your room all by yourself. You don't want your mom to feel sad again and go back to that dreaded hospital.
You slide out, happy giggles leaving your mouth, before climbing up the tiny stairs once again. But as you reach the top, an ambulance rushes by the playground. You don't know what's happening, but you suddenly feel shards of glass on your skin once again. Your hands are shaking as you sit on the floor, curling around yourself in a ball.
"What's wrong?" someone asks and you lift your head tentatively. It's a young boy, he's looking at you worriedly, a tiny pout on his lips.
"I don't like ambulances," you hiccup, burying your head in your knees again.
Suddenly, small hands cover your ears, muffling the shrill sound of sirens. They are warm and sticky from the red popsicle he’s still holding.
"Now you can't hear them," he giggles, his eyes disappearing into moon crescents. Despite your raging fear, a smile finds its way into your lips.
"What's those on your face," you ask with a small voice, pointing at the faint marks dusting his cheeks.
"They're called freckles," he says proudly and you nod.
"They're pretty."
"Thank you!" he grins at you, his hands still covering your ears. The tightness in your chest seems to dissipate slowly before his kind smile- the shadows never stood a chance in front of the sun.
"What's your name?"
"Felix. And you?"
"Yn."
"We should be friends," he beams and you grin back, agreeing wholeheartedly. "We should."
15 november 2021
You are sitting on the grass of that very same playground, Felix still by your side. The night breeze is cooling as it brushes against your bodies, and you're wearing his red sweater. It smells like his cologne and your perfume- an intoxicating scent you've come to memorize by heart.
His nose tip is rosy from the cold, and you can't resist tapping it playfully. "Your nose is pink," you giggle, and he smiles, gently bopping yours in return.
"So is yours."
You look at him as he gazes up at the stars above. You love Felix, it has always been crystal clear to you. From the moment he planted the seed of his friendship into your soul, and throughout the years when it bloomed into something more, bigger than the two of you. It wrapped around your being entirely, binding itself into your every atom, until all you saw is his reflection in you.
And you were tired of treading the line between friendship and something more. You wanted, no craved being with him, your yearning so intense it spilled from you each time he was around. In rosy cheeks and shaky fingers and eyes that soften only when they rest on him- evidence of your love imprinted all upon you.
You take in a deep breath, before laying your hand gently on his cheek, turning his face to meet yours. His eyes widen slightly at the soft touch, and you lean in closer to him. You brush your nose against his, slowly, "to warm it up," you whisper, as his breath hitches in his throat.
He's close, he's so close, you can almost taste the brownies you shared earlier on his lips. You can see his freckles ever so clearly, constellations you often find yourself getting lost in. Your hand is still on his cheek, and you can feel it burning up under your palm.
You close your eyes, as his lips are now just a breath away from yours. It's electrifying- having him so near to the way you've always dreamed, fantasized about. But he needs to be the one to take the jump, all he has to do is lean in a bit, and you'd kiss him. You won't ever let go.
"Lixie...," you choke out, "kiss me."
"I want to." His voice is hoarse with emotion, as if fighting with himself for self-restraint.
"So do it," you ask, swiping your thumb gently across his cheek. Your breaths mingle with one another in a dizzying dance.
"I'm leaving," he says so faintly, you believe for a second that you've imagined it.
"What?" you ask, leaning a bit away to be able to look at him.
"I'm leaving," he repeats, his eyes tightly shut. "We're moving to another country, for my dad's job."
"You're leaving me?" you ask, bewildered.
"I'm not leaving you-"
"But you are. You won't be here anymore." You drop your hand, taking hurried steps away from him. Touching him didn't feel electrifying anymore, it felt horrible and nauseous, because you won't get to do it again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't want to-"
"How long have you known?"
"Yn..."
"Felix," you say, tone stern. "How long?"
"Six months," he whispers and a bitter chuckle escapes your lips.
"When are you leaving?"
"In a week."
The pain becomes unbearable, and you turn your back to him so he wouldn't see your rapidly falling tears. You are angry, as a disguise for the sadness threatening to drown you. Him leaving tasted like the salty water you gulp when you dive in too quickly into the ocean. And you did dive in, in him, in his soul and everything that made up Felix. And now he was leaving you, with no anchor to help you float again.
"Is that why you insisted on spending so much time with me lately? Because you were leaving?"
"You need to understand I didn't know how to tell you, I- I don't even know who I am without you." He pleads, his own eyes shimmering with unshed tears, reminding you of tiny diamonds. That's how it is with Felix, you found beauty in everything he did- even tearing your heart in half.
"Maybe you should've thought of how I would feel. You were thinking of leaving me while I..." Your voice breaks and you take a shaky breath. "While I was falling in love with you."
"I'm in love with you too," he quickly says, reaching out to hold your hand. "I love you, I always have." He's wrapping his arms around you, and you're letting him because it feels safe and secure. Because he’s still your Felix, even if he's leaving you behind.
You wonder what you must have done in a past life, what a horrible person you could've been for the universe to treat you this cruelly. To hand you everything you've ever wanted in a silver platter, and snatch it from your hands before you could dare to grab it.
"We'll make it work," he mumbles into your hair, placing a tender kiss on your temple. "We'll talk and we can be together."
"No, we can't. I'll just hold you back from living your new life, I can't have that."
"Don't talk like that, please," his voice wavers, words barely managing to slip out of his mouth. Regret overtakes your body so suddenly at the thought of his lips- you shouldn't have tried to kiss him. Maybe then he wouldn't have told you he was leaving.
"It's the truth. we'll grow to hate each other, distance will put a strain on us. I'd rather not talk to you than have you resent me."
"But-"
"Just hold me," you cut him off. "As if nothing's happening, please."
And he complies because Felix always does. Because he loves you and as much as he doesn't want to, he knows you're right.
•••••
It's been three months since Felix left- the days passed by agonizingly slowly, and yet the months went by in a blur, a hauntingly vivid reminder of what once was. At first, the texts between you two were frequent, but as time wore on, the messages grew sporadic, from your end, mostly. Seeing him flourish in his new life felt like salt on an open wound, a reminder that he was moving on while you were still anchored in memories of him.
You saw him in every corner of your city. The smell of brownies that he's made countless times, each time you felt sad. The way he kissed your cheek each time he won a game, while you were lying on his bed, bored. The way he hugged you whenever you were sick, gently tucking strands of your hair behind your ear. The way he covered your ears instinctively at each loud noise, knowing how scared it made you still.
And you've felt each of these emotions since he was gone. You were sad and bored and sick and happy and scared. And he wasn't here with you through them. Each moment away from Felix seemed to magnify what could have been- what should have been between the two of you.
There is a building construction next to you, loud cement blocks crashing to the ground. And you are curled around yourself in a protective ball, covering your ears with your hands, because Felix isn't here to do it anymore for you.
You and Felix have grown with one another, your soul carefully woven into his, like two threads intricately stitched into the same tapestry. Him leaving felt like half of your body was cut off from you, and you were left alone to figure out how to function with an incomplete heart.
17 july 2023
Summer break meant coming back home and sleeping in your childhood bedroom once again. Memories of Felix still lingered in there- posters he has given you and his red sweater that you've never found the courage to throw away. It doesn't hurt as much to remember him, the sharp pain morphed into a dull ache you've grown accustomed to by now.
You're watching the TV mindlessly when someone knocks on your door, and you go to open it without a second thought, expecting it to be your parents. It wasn't.
"Felix?" you stammer, stumbling back in shock. You blink repeatedly, in a desperate attempt to make sure he's not a figment of your twisted imagination. You haven't uttered his name in so long, and the syllables felt both foreign and familiar in your mouth.
"It's me," he smiles sheepishly, his hand scratching the back of his neck.
"You are here," you whisper, stating the obvious. He didn't change much, his kind brown eyes and freckles still as captivating as before. But his features were sharper, prettier, and the sight of him is making you dizzy once again.
"I am."
"What are you doing here?" You ask cautiously, opening the door a bit wider to let him in.
"I requested a transfer to your university. I wanted to come back. I missed home, and I missed you," he adds softly, making a turmoil of emotions surge within you.
You clear your throat. "So, you are back for good?"
"I am," he says, smiling slightly at you as if to gauge your reaction. You stay silent and his grin falters; his tongue resting against the inside of his cheek, a habit he hasn't let go of apparently. He then walks to the kitchen and you follow suit. You don't have to show him around, he knows your home like the back of his hand. He spent most of his childhood here after all, even though his house was only a few blocks away.
"How have you been?" he asks as he opens the cupboard to take out a glass. He closes its door softly, careful not to make it thud.
"I'm good. It's summer break so I'm finally back home, what about you?"
"I'm good too. It's nice to be back."
Your conversation is strained and awkward, so unnatural of you both. There was so much to say, so much to ask about, but you couldn't bring yourself to speak. He felt like uncharted territory to you now, one you didn't have the strength to discover once again.
"It's your mom's birthday tomorrow, right?" he smiles and you nod.
"Should we make her our cookies? Like we used to before I..."
"Before you left," you finish, bitterness dripping from your tone.
Hurt flashes in his eyes and you feel your heart suddenly clench in your chest. It was unfair for you to treat him this way. He was only seventeen and if your parents were to move away you would've followed them too.
"Okay, let's do it." You smile sincerely for the first time since he came back to you.
You both move seamlessly in the kitchen, each knowing your tasks like a choreographed dance. This was a tradition that started when you were twelve years old. You'd brown the butter while he beat the egg and sugar together. He'd sift the flour while you cut up chocolate. He'd mix it all while you preheat the oven. And then you'd roll the dough together.
Your hands brush against one another as you shape up the cookies, and it feels so intense you almost drop to the floor. You miss him, you miss him so much and he's near you and you can't seem to think straight anymore.
When the cookies are finally in the oven, he silently washes the dishes while you dry them. He abruptly pauses, hands still covered in soap before turning back to you.
"Can we talk? Please?" he says too quickly as if he's been overthinking asking this question.
"I'm busy today," you scramble to think of an excuse, you weren't ready to face him yet.
"Tomorrow?"
"I'm staying with my mom, then there is Han’s party."
"I'll be there too. We can talk then, please?" he asks, eagerness evident in his voice.
"Fine. Let's talk there," you concede and he nods, awkwardly shifting in his place. He finishes the dishes before drying his hands. You avoid his gaze and he sighs softly. "I'll get going. Tell your mom happy birthday from me."
"Will do." You smile tightly and he does the same, before finally leaving your home, and in his trail, a maelstrom of emotions you weren't certain how to deal with.
18 july 2023
You're at the reunion party Han is hosting with all your high school friends. You watch as Felix takes turns talking to everybody. He fits right in here, a puzzle perfectly clicking in place as if he's never left. He's telling a joke to Chan who laughs loudly, hitting Minho's arm repeatedly. Everyone is happy he's back, because they never had to gravel with the consequences of his absence. Because he's never ripped their heart out.
Felix is looking for you around the room- he hasn't seen you in a while. He assumes you're somewhere around the house, and that you'd like to talk when time has passed. The knot in his stomach tightens as the weight of your conversation dawns on him, he longs to be with you, to undo the past two years he has spent away from you. But he's afraid to mess everything up, once again, so he stays near his friends who are now pulling him outside of the house.
"We have a surprise for you," Han says excitedly before pointing at the sky, "look."
Fireworks, a dazzling show of blue, red and yellow. And Felix feels as if the colors were drained out of his face and splattered into the night sky before him.
"Where is yn?" he turns to Chan, eyes wide.
"Inside, I think. Why?"
"Stop- stop this, don't start any more fireworks," he urges the boy who's looking at him worriedly.
"Why, what's wrong? We have a warrant to start them, don't worry."
"No, no you don't understand. Yn hates loud noises," he explains frantically, before bolting inside the house.
He's yelling your name, and you are nowhere to be found, the sound of the fireworks so loud he isn't even sure you can hear him.
He opens door after door, and after painstakingly long seconds he finally finds you in the bathroom, sitting on the floor, your head buried in your knees. Just like you were twelve years ago.
Felix doesn't waste any time, kneeling in front of you to cover your ears with his hands, you look up at him, waterline brimming with unshed tears.
"It's okay, I'm here. Just focus on my voice," he smiles reassuringly at you, and you clasp your hands on top of his, doing your best to muffle the sound of the explosions.
"Your hands are still small," you attempt to joke, as hot tears trail down your cheeks. You hated how scared you still were.
"The perfect size to cover your ears," he smiles at you, his eyes softening when they take in your distressed state.
You hiccup, overcome by a new wave of emotion- for an entirely different reason this time. "You came."
"I'll always come. Even if the world was ending, I'll... I'll come to you," he smiles, biting his lower lip to stop his own tears from falling.
"It'd be useless if you came then. There would be nothing for us to do," you manage to say through shaky breaths.
"But I'd be with you," he insists, gaze unwavering, "It will be scary for you. I imagine it will be loud, the world can't end silently."
"Mine did, when you left." Felix's eyes go wide at your words, and you don't care that you are baring your soul entirely to him. "Please don't leave me again. I hate goodbyes with you."
"Why would we ever say goodbye again, hm?" he reassures, his knuckles brushing against your cheek softly. "I'm never leaving you, as long as you'll have me, I'm here," he whispers, before pulling you into his chest.
Your hands find his back, and his cheek rests on top of your head. And you both close your eyes, an exhale of relief leaving you both at the same time. The world grows dark around the two of you, the only thing you saw was his heart and the overflowing love he still bore for you.
You felt as if you were wandering blind and you could finally see again, as if the string tying you to him wrapped tightly around the both of you, trapping you in his warm embrace.
You don't know what will happen next, but he's holding you now, and he'll hold you when the world is ending, and that is enough.
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Lonely
Paring: Innocent!reader x dads!friend!Nat
Summery: You looked lonely Natasha could fix that
Warnings: SMUT, pervy Nat, innocent reader, (legal) age gap, masturbation, intersex nat, oral, fingering, p in v, slight degradation, pet names, anal play, manhandling, fluff at the end, implied aftercare,
Word count: 1.8k
!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!
AN: @xxforeverinadayxx it’s a bit late but I hope you like it
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Natasha knew very well how morally wrong her behavior was but how could she help herself when you were this cute. She was aware of the fact that Steve had an adult daughter but until this burning summer in Italy she had yet to meet you. But time came and Natasha found herself living with the most beautiful girl alive. Natasha had tried to spend as much time as she could with you, trying to find out everything about you. She’d take you on cycling trips and read to you your favorite novel while laying in the grass. You had been enchanted by Natashas presence. She was kind and yet smart. She happened to like the same authors as you and treated you like an adult, and not like your father who always shielded you. You didn’t want to accept it but you quickly had a crush on the older woman. In your eyes she was just perfect.
Who could’ve known that all of that was just a facade Natasha had put on to hide her true perverted fantasies. She had wanted you from the moment you first stepped down the stairs only wearing a light summer dress who looked so beautiful on you. She couldn’t flirt with you like she would with any other girl. No. Natasha had to be smart about it. She couldn’t risk Steve picking up on her true intentions with you. Natasha also of course didn’t want to do anything to you that you didn’t want. She might have been a pervert but she wouldn’t step over that boundary. Natasha knew exactly what she was searching for when she forged through your drawer. Her long fingers delicately caressing over the light pink cotton fabric of your panties. Her breathing was heavy as she quickly stuffs the the piece of fabric into the back pocket of her suit pants.
She’d do it like she did many times before on her summer vacation at your fathers mansion. Natasha would take the piece of clothing to her room and deep in the night when everyone else would be asleep her hands would find their way into her boxers. Moving her hand up and down her shaft as she whimpers your name quietly wishing it would be your smaller hands instead. She would grunt and moan muffled by her pillowcase. She’d cum into your panties cleaning her seed from the deep red tip of her cock. The next day while you would be in the garden she would put it back neatly folded hoping you would notice the difference which was a false hope. You weren’t aware why your “fresh” underwear had crusty but you chose to ignore it.
She quickly fled the room through the connected bathroom as she quickly hides the panty in one of the drawers of her nightstand. She moved on her turning to her bed as she grabs some book and pretended to read as she hears your light knocking on her door. “Come in Bambi” you could her her mumble as you pushed the heavy wooden door open. Her nicknames never failing to make you want to melt. Your feet make their way across the floor before you take a seat on the side of Natashas bed. “What brings you here” her voice was husky coming out almost as a whisper. You had your eyes located on your lap as you could hear Natasha move behind you. “I felt lonely” You could hear her chuckle in response as she moves beside you. “Is Steve home” You shook your head “He said that he won’t be home till late at night today”
Natashas smirk was devilish as she knew now was the time she could finally shoot her shoot. “And he left you all alone with me?” You didn’t answer her. The question was more rhetorical than anything. “Tell me pretty girl” her hands moved to your chin making you meet her lustful gaze “Do you feel something 'down there' when I touch you” Your cheeks turned a light shade of red. You were too embarrassed to say it but she was right. You slowly nod and making Natasha the happiest woman alive. “What do you do then” “W-Well I-” Natasha cut you off “No Олененок I want you to show me. Show me what you do to make those feelings go away” Your movements were shaky as you laid your fragile body on her kingsized bed. Your hands had found their way towards the waistband of your shorts as you slowly dragged them down your feminine legs. You had revealed your undergarments, a white pair with flowers on them. Natasha smirked as she saw the pair. She was familiar with it once having right her under her hips as she wished she had you instead. However her time had come, she had finally had you all to herself. You disposed of your panty too as you left your dripping cunt on full display for Natasha who was sitting between your spread ankles. Her breathing got more rapid as she could feel herself het harder and harder. Your hands had found their way towards your clit rubbing the bundle of nerves in tight circles as you kept releasing moan after. Natasha looked at you with a pitiful expression it was clear that you didn’t really knew what you were doing. The older woman highly doubt that you’ve ever managed to made yourself cum judging by your inexperienced movements.
“Let me help you pretty girl” Natasha was fast to strip from her shirt throwing it somewhere behind herself as she moved between your legs. Your legs were thrown over her shoulder as she took a long lick from the bottom of your cunt right up to your clit. Your hands carefully grabbed Natashas hair not wanting to hurt her. Natasha kitten licking between your folds, the taste making her hum deeply. The vibrations making you release soft moans. You tried to buckle your hips making the release seem closer. Natasha responded in slamming her forearm down on your hips grounding your hips. You whimpered and Natasha just laughed “Have you ever tried to you know use your little fingers Зайка” she mumbled against your puffy cunt. Forming words seemed incredibly difficult even through Natasha hadn’t really done anything “N-Never” you managed to get out. Natasha gave you a fake look of pity between your legs “Let’s pop that cherry shall we?” It was again a rhetorical question, how could you ever say no to Natasha. “Will it hurt” I whimpered looking at Natasha through hooded eyes. “Зайка, I’m not gonna lie it will hurt a bit but you will feel so good” She rubbed my thighs trying comfort me into believing her and I did.
“Do it… but be gentle… please” the last part came out mote desperate than you had intended to. “I’ll try Зайка” she whispered against the soft flesh of My stomach kissing her way down again. She carefully inserted one of her long fingers making me groan in pain as she ripped my hymen even drawing a few drops of blood on the white sheets. Natasha groaned as she saw and felt it. She knew it was wrong being obsessed with taking her friends daughters virginity but she couldn’t help herself. “Fuck baby you’re so tight” he breathed out as she can feel your walls clenching around her finger as she pushed it in and out. The pain of her fingers soon turned into pure pleasure as you moaned like a whore in a brothel. She added a second finger on which you clench down even harder sucking her in. “Fuck you’re even tighter then you thought you little slut.” Her movements got faster and rougher having me moan louder as you climax all over Natashas fingers and hand. You eyes are glued shut as you try to calm yourself.
You can feel Natashas strong hands on your hips turning you onto your stomach. Your face is pressed into the pillows as she pushes your hips up your knees touching the soft fabric of the sheets. You can hear the sipper of her pants followed by the sounds of her undressing. Natasha was painfully hard, her large member standing proud as she places herself behind you. Her tip pressed against your clit as you whimpered for her. “Are you ready for the real deal Зайка” She didn’t give you much time to respond as she pushed inside your hole making you scream out only for it to be muffled by the pillow case. She bottomed you out giving you some time to adjust to her girth. She whispered sweet nothings against you back until you gave her the go to go further.
Her pace started out slow not wanting to make you uncomfortable as the wet sound of skin clapping against each other filled the room mixed with both your groans and moans. Natasha pace was steady as the moans you released got louder and louder. Natashas hands gripped the flesh of you ass kneeling it before she got an idea. She spread your cheeks giving her the perfect look at your muscle ring. She spit on it only making you consciously of her actions. “Natty what are yo-” you got interrupted by your own scream as Natashas finger pushed past the ring the spit and your cum making a perfect lube. You clammed down hard in Natashas shaft as you were unexpectedly an anal whore. Your moans turned into screams the mixture of both penetrations making you climax in recored time. “Fuck you dirty slut you can deem yourself lucky I haven’t made you my breeding bitch yet” she mumbled pulling out of both holes before roughly throwing you to your back again. After a few more pumps with her large hands she came all of your stomach before laying down next to you.
She didn’t need long to recover from her high as she pushed some sweaty strands of hair behind your ear smiling like she didn’t just turn you into her whore. “Are you still lonely” you shook your head being too tired to even speak. She finally kissed your lips before picking you up bridal style and caring you into your shared bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up in a nice and warm bath shall we baby” she was just the woman for you.
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Kento Nanami — No Words, Only Moans
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18+, MDI, degrading, angry sex, overstimulation—
Your darling husband Kento Nanami was not happy with you today. You had always known he was a rather patient husband, so you naturally got away with little back talk, and snarky remarks. This morning you made your husband late for work, when you decided late at night to rearrange his shoes and clothes, you hadn’t realized you didn’t hang his dress shirt he wore for missions, now his laundry is wrinkled, and on the floor. Gojo now calling Kento asking him where he is at?
All through out the day, you had called him asking him common sense questions, like “what are your thoughts on white bread and wheat bread” but to you, you were seeking attention from your agitated husband, and seeing him getting frustrated by your actions, only fueled for you to piss him off more. Finally after the last call, Kento finally was done with your attitude. “Fuck, quit calling me for the rest of the day. You’re driving me berserk.” He snaps. “Excuse me?” You ask in an agitated tone. “You have been picking on me all day, if you don’t have an emergency do not call me, I am working. Fuck— Itadori-Kun, don’t touch that! Gojo-San, you fucking dumbass!” He shouts, hanging up the phone. At this point you knew, you fucked up. Your ass was grass when he got home, he either was going to scold you, or not talk to you until he cools down.
You paced around the living room, as 5PM hit, meaning your husband was going to be home in 17 minutes. Sitting on the couch, cuddled under a blanket, biting your nails. You see the nob turn, and keys dangling. You hear a light mutter behind the door, and a frustrated grunt. “Fuck fuck fuck.” You think to yourself. You rushed to the bathroom, instantly turning the hot water on for a bath, knowing your husband was going to be angry with you, you were trying to soften up his feelings as much as possible. As you hear the front door slam shut. You begin to start putting some epsom salts and essential oils in the bath, something to calm him down. Your heart is racing, your skin has chill bumps. You lacked much cursed energy, so you lived your life as a normal person, but at this moment, you sensed his presence the closer he got, until he was at the bathroom door, staring at you.
“Hey Ken— I drew you a bath.” You lightly said, watching him loosen his tie, you could see his blue shirt was still wrinkled, and he looked disheveled. “Let me take your clothes and I’ll wash and iron them.” You add lightly. Your husband has YET to say a word. You walk over to him, grabbing the tie that was bundled in his hands, and begin to unbutton his shirt, wanting to take full care of your Kento. You felt his head droop down, his mouth next to your ear.
“Listen to me carefully.” He says in a seductive growl. “You’re not allowed to speak, until I say you’re allowed the speak.” He says, making your heart race even faster, “take off your clothes and bend over the counter… now.” He growls. You look up to say something, but you knew if you did so, you might be the next thing he exercises. You look up at him, with your innocent doe eyes, pleading with him to be easy on you. But you saw clear in his eyes, tonight is about him, and him only, he will use you till his hearts content. “Now.” He says louder. You nod lightly, pulling your nightgown off, only left in your silk panties, that you hadn’t even realized you soaked in your arousal. “Wtf is wrong with me?” You think to yourself.
You bend over the counter, hearing your husband turn off the tub, and then come up behind you, his clothed manhood pressed against you, as he gently rubs the fat of your ass, before he lands a hard slap on it. Making your legs shake, and a yelp coming out of your lips. “HUSH!” He shouts. You close your mouth, feeling your arousal slip out of you. “Look at you, soaked. Is this what you wanted, you act like a fucking brat all day, for me to fuck you?” He hisses, he was beyond furious, you could feel the heat coming off his body. He peeled your underwear off, dropping it at your ankles. A moment later, you feel him push a silicone item inside your hole, your walls hugging it so perfectly. “Ah—“ you moan. Then another slap on your ass. You covered your mouth. “Fuck, Do you not fucking listen?” He asks. You nodded, and then stifled the moan that almost escaped your mouth when you felt the machine turn on. “Stand there, and take it. I’m gonna take a bath.” Kento smirks to himself. “Don’t you fucking dare move or talk. I only give you permission to moan.”
Kento watched you as he sat in the bath, relaxing after a long day. He watched you as the vibrator which he controlled on a remote, made you cum over and over and over. It had been the 5th time now, you were crying in pleasure, you couldn’t speak, but your moans were confirming to him, that you were wanting to be fucked merciless. Your hearing had gone in and out, but you heard your husband step out of the bath and walk up to you. He pulled the device out of you, and quickly replaced it with his cock. Instantly slamming into you. “You little slut, you like it when I fuck you like this? You’re gonna fuckin take it.” He grunts, his hips were like a stallion, he slammed them forcefully and fucked you stupid. You felt him pick you up, showcasing yourself to the mirror. “Watch how I fuck your slutty cunt. Watch how I fix that brattiness.” He grunts in your ear, you sat there and watch your husband fuck up into you roughly, “Ken-“ you groan, feeling so overstimulated. “SHUT UP!” he shouts, biting your shoulder. You yelped out from the bite, feeling your stomach tingle, “shut up shut up shut up!” He chanted, he didn’t want to hear you, he wanted to hear nothing come out of your mouth. “I only want to hear your pussy, she listens, unlike you.” He growls, slamming faster, placing his hand on your clit, rubbing quickly. He loved the way you would clamp down on him as you were approaching an orgasm.
You blacked out after squirting all over the mirror, you woke up 10 minutes later, to you lied on your stomach, and your back arched. Kento was slamming into you still. His cock was throbbing, he had busted already, yet he needed more. “Fuck!! You make me so fucking angry. You never fucking listen.” He says as he thrust. “Kenny, I’m sorry baby. Please slow down.” You moan, feeling your walls and stomach tighten again. “I can’t hear anything, I can’t hear anything you’re saying.” He grunted, he was so entranced and addicted to your pussy that nothing you could do, could calm him the fuck down. “Please, ah- Kenny.” You whimpered, you moaned so deliciously, making his cock twitch inside of you. “Fuck, I could fuck you forever. I don’t want to hear— hear your words, I just want to hear you cry for more.” Kento groaned, his cock was so sensitive, yet he couldn’t stop. “Ken, feels so so good. I’ll be so so good now, I just-just missed you so so much.” You moan out. “I wont ever leave you.” He moaned into your ear, as his thrust began to get sloppy, and his head next to yours. You felt him pull out, flipping you over, inserting himself back into you sopping sensitive cunt. He thrust quickly, while her hand found your clit and rubbed it quickly. “Cum, now.” He grunted, as his cock twitched and started shooting out inside of you. “Ah yes yes yes!” You chanted, cumming and squirting all over his cock. “Kento, please slow down.” You moaned, feeling your legs spasm. You simply couldn’t take it anymore. “Water, I need water.” You groan. Your husband’s vision, finally clearing and his head less foggy. “Hmm?” He hummed as he slid out, and lied beside you, slipping off the bed to grab water. You stared at his figure, as his cock began to finally soften, and he looked thoroughly satisfied. He handed you a bottle water, and you downed it like you were dehydrated. “I’m sorry kento.” You pout. He kissed your forehead, and whispered. “I’m not done with you yet. You better get your breather in, you messed with me for 8 hours, we have 5 more hours to go.” He said, as you watched his cock swole back up. The only thought in your head— “oh fuck, I really fucked up.”
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Five Minutes
A/N: As promised, y’all. Thanks to @strang3lov3 and @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for always helping me improve my work ❤️💖 Just to put it out there: The translations aren’t always literal but paraphrased to maintain context.
Summary: Lucien kisses you outside during your house party and puts his hand under your dress.
Pairing: Lucien Flores x reader (no y/n)
Tags: Teasing/banter, pet names, passionate kisses, groping, dirty talk, over panty clit stim, degradation, slight verbal humiliation, overstimulation, bit of exhibitionism
Word count: 1.8k
Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54514960
Five Minutes
Your head is swimming with how close Lucien is. His breath tickles your skin when he talks, ghosts over your ear as he noses along the side of your head. In the smoke-filled room where the floor shakes from the music playing, you can smell his cologne on him. He is velvety soft when he speaks, enchanting you, “Let’s get out of here, just for a second.”
“We can’t,” you turn your head a little and look up at him through your lashes, “It’s my party, baby.”
“I don’t care,” he nods towards the open screen door in your living room, “When everyone is distracted, we could slip out. Nobody will notice.”
“That their host is gone?” You tut in disbelief, “Luce…”
“Corazón (honey),” he mimics your tone of voice, “They’re too busy to notice us leaving for a few minutes.”
“Oh, it’s a few minutes now? It was getting out of here a second ago,” you tease him playfully. In reality, you have already decided to give in and all he has to do is drag you away from the crowds. You won’t protest.
“I feel like we’re throwing out a lot of terms about time on the table here,” he grins against your forehead, having moved slightly to hold you close. His arms rest along the small of your back.
“I’ll give you, hmm,” you pretend to think, “Five minutes. Is that satisfactory?”
“I’ll give you satisfactory,” he unwraps himself from you to grab your wrist. You giggle as he drags you through the loud house, slipping the both of you out of the half-open door to your backyard.
The air inside was oppressive; smoke-filled, hot, and with a distinct smell of alcohol. The air outside however is filled with mischief and adventure, your garden smelling of freshly-cut grass and blooming lilacs. Lucien’s hand slips down your wrist so he can entwine your fingers, his hand sure in its grip when he guides you past a group of people who are talking loudly. He hadn’t been wrong; no one seems to notice you passing by as they are all too invested in their conversations. Lucien would probably phrase it that they have their heads too far up their asses.
He leads you to the wall of your house that is enshrouded in darkness now that the sun is no longer shining. The chatter from your guests fades into background noise, replaced by the cicadas singing in the night breeze and a gentle rustling of the leaves on the trees.
As soon as you become your only witnesses, Lucien backs you up against the rough exterior of your house. He cups your face with gentle, calloused hands, and then suddenly, he kisses you deeply and forces you to do a sharp intake of air through your nose. It is like he tries to be soft and sweet but there’s something more behind the way his lips meet yours, and he easily slides his tongue into your mouth because you cannot help but moan at the taste of him.
His thumb goes down your cheek, settles on your chin to pull your mouth open so he can lick hotly into it. You place your hands on his shoulders to dig your fingers into the muscles there, then tilt your head to meet him even more while desire pools in your belly.
The hand that isn’t holding your mouth open for him slides down to rest on your shoulder. However, it moves quickly to grope obscenely at your chest over the fabric of your dress and you let him as his thumb brushes over a nipple. It stiffens immediately despite the indirect touch.
The moan you let out turns into a snicker that interrupts you. Lucien’s fingers have slipped under the dress strap on your shoulder and he tries pulling it off. You shake your head while laughing quietly, “No, Luce, c’mon.”
“But you have such pretty tits,” he argues with almost a raspy whine whilst you pull the strap back in place, “Necesito sentirte (I need to feel you).”
“That’s very nice and all but I don’t need the whole party to see my breasts,” you bump your head slightly against the wall when Lucien’s head descends to kiss your neck, “You’re gonna have to get creative, I’m not going to strip in my garden like I’m in my teens.”
As he noses along your pulse point, both his palms skim down your sides and eventually cup your ass with lewd hands. You think that might be it, but suddenly his fingers bunch up the fabric of your skirt only to pull it upwards so he can slide his hand underneath it. You gasp as he drapes his palm over your whole mound on top of your underwear.
“You’re certainly determined,” you say breathlessly as he grinds the heel of his hand into your clit. More blood goes south. You reach for his hair to pull his mouth to yours again, moaning as he guides two digits over your clothed slit.
“You’ve put me on the clock here,” he replies between kisses, voice a mere growl, “I don’t think I need much time though, do you? You’re sticky through your pretty panties already.”
He moves his hand to run his knuckle over the damp patch on the fabric, pulling away from the kiss to show off the shiny knuckle between your faces whilst he holds the skirt of your dress in his free hand to keep it from falling down again. He smirks in a self-satisfied manner and your mouth falls open in aroused surprise when he sucks the slick off his digit, “Tienes un coño precioso, mi amor, sabes tan dulce (You’ve got a pretty pussy, my love, you taste so sweet).”
“Lucien,” you breathe.
“That made you say my whole name, huh?” He grins boyishly but he is more filthy than anyone knows.
“Touch me,” you look down between the two of you briefly and then find his gaze again, your eyes becoming heavy as the anticipation settles in the evening air. Without a word, his hand finds its way down between your legs again. You widen your stance slightly, open your legs for him.
Your eyebrows scrunch together when he skims his palm over the soft skin right below your belly button. He teases you for a moment, dipping his fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear before letting them remain on top once again. He finds your clit easily despite it being covered - it’s so hard that he cannot miss it - and presses his index- and middle finger on it. He rubs your cunt in torturous circles and suddenly, the whole world seems to close in on you.
You spread your legs as wide as this position will allow you. Lucien chuckles quietly at your desperation, covers your mouth with his own as you pant with each little pulse of pleasure that he beckons from you.
His fingers shift between featherlight touches to just the right amount of pressure, sending you through a rollercoaster of arousal. You know the white cotton underneath his ministrations is see-through by now, messy and wet from the way your whole cunt flutters and clenches in the absence of anything he is willing to give you. You gush every now and then, and he groans into your mouth each time he feels his palm soak.
“Put your fingers in me,” you beg when it becomes especially unbearable but he doesn’t.
“I don’t think you need the whole party to see this pretty pussy, it’s mine,” he mocks your argument from earlier and pecks your lips impossibly soft compared to how he is treating your clit, “You’ll have to make do with what I give you, mi flor (my flower). I don’t care if you start begging me like a wanton little whore.”
“That’s so unfair,” you whimper as the first tells of your orgasm approaches. Lucien notices immediately and pulls his head back a little to watch your blissed-out expression. He circles in on your clit even further to make you cry softly, biting down on your bottom lip so you won’t alert anyone nearby.
“Shut up and come for me,” he is too pleased with himself. He can probably feel your cunt throbbing against his fingers when you finally do, doing a sharp intake of air as pleasure starts flowing through your lower body. You let it wash over yourself, clenching walls pushing more slick out to wet the thin fabric. If you had time, you would have told him to have a peek.
“You are so fucking cheap and easy,” he reminds you with a sleazy grin but you are too lost to coming from his fingers that you fumble for the right retort and decide to say nothing. Instead, you try not to lose your balance as he keeps stroking your oversensitive pussy until you have to grab at his wrist.
He bites at your jaw, stronger than you ever will be, and keeps up his torture over your panties. You are forced to come again less than thirty seconds later, and now, you start to actually cry out to the point where he has to kiss you quiet again.
You cling to him when he finally stops. He is your anchor in this state of mind-altering dopamine rush.
“You don’t even know how hard you make me,” he whispers against your lips, “Should drag you to the bathroom and fuck you stu—“
In the aftermath, two guests, much younger than him, round the corner. They are deep in drunken conversation, all giggly and eager, and appear to be searching for a quiet spot to do the same thing as you have just done. With a rush of adrenaline that clears your mind, you push Lucien away and yank your dress back down, smoothing out the fabric to remove any evidence that it has been crumpled by desperate hands, something that Lucien points out is only visible to your eyes before the intruders are within earshot.
“Oh, sorry,” one of them says as the other kisses their neck. They try to bat the other away with an embarrassed smile, “We didn’t know you were out here.”
Lucien wraps his arm around your waist and leads you away with his cock shamelessly straining against the front of his slacks. He smiles at the couple and they offer their bottle of wine to him as an apology. He takes a swig from it but doesn’t give it back.
“That’s okay, how could you have known?” He begins the lie, “We’ve only been gone for five minutes.”
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Prinsesse
Genre~ fluff
Pairing ~ Ingrid Engen x Norwegian! Reader
Warnings~short, Google translated Norwegian/Spanish, not proofread.
Summary ~Ingrid decides to have a little fun of her own.
Part 2 of mami
Ingrid stepped into training with a pep in her step, a devious smile rivalling the preppy one she usually wore. Mapi, who arrived at the same time as her, fell into step with a questioning eyebrow rasied.
The Norwegian just simply continued smiling, leaving the quiet question unanswered before settling in and getting ready for the day's training session smile never leaving her face.
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The rigorous training went on in the heated barcelona sun. You and pina were practising long passes when ingrid intercepted one meant for you. "Nice try, Prinsesse." Ingrid smirked before running back to lucy, who she'd been partnered with.
You flush with embarrassment while pina struggled to pick up her jaw a the sudden interaction between the two. Every since Ingrid put at stop to your little dare in the locker room, she barely said two words to you, and the dynamic duo had to watch you walk around like a kicked puppy.
"What's with you two?". Patri searched between you both with confusion as there wasn't any movement to do your drills in 3 minutes. simultaneously, you immediately snapped out of it before returning your attention to the task at hand without any more distractions.
How wrong you were. Everyone had stopped for a 10-minute break while you continued doing touches on your own. Ingrid rolled her eyes at your inability to relax and at the fact she knew you forgot to hydrate. Ceasing the opportunity, she grabbed your water bottle and walk over to your direction.
"Have a drink, prinsesse. We don't need you fainting again, " the Norwegian says with a subtle smirk.
"No thanks, I'm ok." You're so focused on keeping the ball off the floor you didn't even recognise the nickname or the person saying it for that matter. Ingrid snatched the ball out of the air, not appreciating being ignored and you disregarding a need.
You almost whine when your streak is broken, but the taller girl just handed you the bottle with an eyebrow rasied, almost begging you to test her. Reluctantly, you took the bottle gulping down most of it when you recognised the dryness in your throat. "Also, it wouldn't hurt to take a breather prinsesse."
You almost want to argue, but ingrid just grabbed your shoulders, making you plop gently onto the grass before using her body to shield you from the sun. Behind the defenders' long legs, you can see patri and pina making a whipping motion fron the benches, causing you to place your forehead on the knee of your human umbrella with a groan hiding your heated face.
The tall brunette is confused by your actions until she turns catching the two troublemakers teasing red-handed, causing pina to accidentally squeeze her bottle of water in Patri's face before scattering the latter following after getting over the shock of water to her face. Ingrid chuckling in amusement.
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Ingrid catches you the next day in the locker room, tying your laces while humming lightly to yourself. "Hallo prinsesse."
You jump slightly, then flush in embarrassment, taking a deep breath to settle the butterflies at the term of endearment, and reminded yourself that ingrid was probably doing this as revenge and not because of common interest, the thought making you frown slightly.
Ingrid noticed and dropped her kit bag before gently taking your cheeks in her palms. "What's the matter prinsesse?"
"Why are you calling me that?". You question, trying to hide the insecurity in your voice. "If it's because of what happened last week. I'm really sorry and I would like you to stop, please because-"
Ingrid found your rambling cute, but she could see you were about to talk yourself to death cause you took no breathes between your words, so she gently kissed you.
You squeaked before your body goes frigid before you're limp against ingrid's body, leaving the Norwegian in shock as she tried desperately to revive you.
"Dios mío, engen killed the pequeña." Ingrid is startled by the new voice in the room and observed that pina looks like she's actually convinced that you're died and she is the cause.
"Pina, she's not dead, just fainted." Says in her own defence. While cradling you like a child gently tracing the outline of your face with her finger. The soothing motions cause your eyes to flutter open.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, my prinsesse." You blush heavily before scrambling behind pina using her as a human shield from ingrid's gaze. The Norwegian chuckled at your usual shy demeanour and tried to coax you out from behind the younger girl.
At your refusal at her attempts, the older girl gets slightly frustrated and shooed pina out of the room, leaving you shocked and defenceless. "Traitor." You grumbled lightly before ingrid moves closer to you until your bodies are pressed together, and like clockwork, you look everywhere but her eyes.
"I may have started this as a bit of revenge, but I do mean it. You are my prinsesse." The taller girl says while holding your cheek gently, making sure you can see her clear sincerity.
You nibble your lips lightly, trying to form a response before ingrid beats you to it. "I'd love to take you on a date. Is that OK?"
"Yes, I would love to," you say with a smile that almost splits your face open. Ingrid returns your smile before gently pecking your lips. "Tomorrow, after practice?"
"Ja, tomorrow."
"See you then, prinsesse." Ingrid pecks your lips once more before leaving the room, greeting the troublesome pair as they entered. Patri and pina glaced at your form, which hasn't made a move since they entered before you crumble again, fainting when today's events caught up to you.
"Seriously!"
"Again?!?"
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An: One day, I'll have a decent ending, but it looks like it's not today. (Again, this is trashhh)😭😭
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Flu Season
Word Count: 1.4k
Arsenal x Teen Reader
Waking up to Alessia jumping on your bed was eventful, to say the least. In your half-asleep state, you ended up pushing her off, and she landed pretty hard on her back.
You were still half asleep as she groaned and cursed you out. She slowly got up to get an ice pack and complained to Leah. You were starting to wake up, but something didn't feel right to you.
You groaned as you held your stomach and sat up. You felt nauseous, and you did not like that feeling.
"Y/N! Let's go! We're going to be late." You heard Leah yell; you had to wake up earlier than usual because of Leah. She had to do a physical to determine if she was actually ready to go back onto the pitch. She had been up the past week overthinking it.
"Sorry Le," you muttered, giving her your bag so she could check through it and make sure you packed everything.
"You forgot your cleats," you groaned, making your way back to your room, trying to hold yourself back from jumping into bed again.
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"You okay back there, Tiny?" You huffed at Leah's words, "I'm not tiny." "You are in our eyes." You kicked Alessia's seat at that.
"Stop,” Leah said sternly, giving you the mom look through the mirror. “But she started it,” you whined, “Alessia. You’re an adult.” Alessia simply grinned. She was glad she got under your skin already.
You continued to ignore her as you got out of the car and bolted to the locker room. You felt a weird feeling in your chest as you went inside and started changing, getting a bunch of hugs and head taps from the girls.
You thought it would just go away after a little bit, but you were really wrong about that one.
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30 minutes into training, you wanted to go up to Leah and admit that you weren't feeling well. You wanted to cuddle with her on the couch and have a movie night.
But unfortunately for you, Leah was stuck doing her physical tests.
You thought about going to Steph, but she was already dealing with Kyra's nonsense. "You okay? You look sad," Beth commented. Tears were starting to build up in your eyes, so you looked at the grass so Beth wouldn't see.
"Yeah, just cold," you told her. You could feel her stare, like she was studying you. "Don't lie," she pointed out. You were going to respond back, but a body jumping on your back sent you to the ground.
You groaned, now feeling the need to throw up again. "Come on, kid, you know you have to watch your surroundings." You scoffed at hearing the Irish accent. Katie loved sneaking up to attack you; she said it was to improve your reflexes, but you knew it was just an excuse to bully you without getting in trouble for picking on a kid.
Katie frowned when you stayed on the ground, curled into a ball, tears starting to stream down your face now.
"Ay, what happened? Did I hurt you?" She asked, kneeling beside you and rubbing your back. "I don't feel good," you said, starting to cry. Beth frowned as she felt your forehead.
"She's sick." Katie jumped as you got back to your feet and rushed back inside the facility.
You didn't care who was in your way; you had to make it there. Poor Kyra and Vic were shoved away in the process of getting there, but you finally made it.
You don't know how long you were there on your knees vomiting your guts out; thankfully, your hair was already tied up for training.
You whined as someone tried pulling you up, tiredly smacking their arms away. "Breathe." You sobbed hearing Viv's voice. She was the person you needed right now.
Before you could say anything, you let out another gag. Viv quickly let you go so you could throw up again.
"It hurts," you whimpered, referring to your stomach. "I know, but come on, the bathroom floor is not a good place to relax," Viv said as she helped you up. You leaned into her for support as she led you back out to the locker room.
She set you next to Beth, who put an arm around your shoulder and gave you your water bottle while Viv got ready. "Your not feeling good, tiny?" Beth questioned you. You simply let out a painful groan as you grabbed onto her shirt.
"Come on, mini me, let's get you home." You gave them a confused look, looking around for Leah. "Where's Leah?" Viv and Beth looked at each other, hoping you wouldn't have a full-blown meltdown.
"She'll see you later; she just needs to do some stuff," Beth tried as she pulled you up and tucked you into her side.
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The car ride was oddly peaceful, since you were pretty much out of it. Usually, when you got a ride from the couple, you always begged them to get you ice cream, and it was usually Beth who finally agreed.
"Can you guys get me ice cream when I feel better?" You asked Viv, who helped you walk inside the house, because you felt like you were about to collapse.
"I'll get you 3 scoops." Beth set you on the bed and went to run you a bath while Viv took your temperature and got started on making some soup for you. You finally passed out as Viv left the room, staring at the thermometer in her hand, probably contemplating whether to take you to the hospital or not. Beth felt bad when she had to wake you up to take your bath.
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You groaned when you were woken up again, this time by Viv. "What?" You questioned her; she simply held up the bowl of soup. "I can't eat," you muttered. "You have to try."
"3 scoops and candy," Viv sighed but nodded. You quickly sat up, quickly regretting it when your head started to hurt more. "My head hurts," Viv could already sense another breakdown coming soon. "Hey, calm down. Just eat some, and we'll get you some medicine." You tiredly nodded, slowly eating now.
"I want Leah." Viv looked at her phone and nodded as she texted Leah a bunch of updates about you. "You have us." Beth said, offended, "Leah is cooler." Beth scoffed, "Your my mini me; your supposed to think I'm cooler."
“But Leah is just cooler; she lets me eat chicken nuggets every night.” You forced yourself to eat a little more of the soup before giving it back to Viv. “She only lets you eat chicken nuggets every night because she can’t make you proper food,” you shrugged, laying back down.
“Don’t fall asleep; you need to take medicine." Despite that, you still fell asleep.
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The girls decided to just let you sleep until Leah got here. Beth muttered a ‘finally’ as she heard a knock on the door.
All it took was for her to unlock it, and Leah automatically let herself in. “Where is she?” “Spare room,” Viv answered, getting the medicine ready. “What’s in there?” Beth questioned, looking at the bag Leah had. “I got her a teddy bear and chocolate for her when she recovers."
"You already took her temperature?" Viv tried her best not to make a sarcastic remark to Leah, considering how stressed Leah currently was with everything. "Yes, Leah, we gave her water and soup; she took a bath; we were about to give her medicine," you stirred as Leah finally opened the bedroom door. It took your sleepy brain a while to realize it was actually her.
"Leah," you called out for her. She shoved the bag into Viv's arms and got into bed with you. "Where were you?" She gave you a sad smile, seeing how red your eyes were from crying. "I'm sorry, angel. I wanted to take you home, but they wouldn't let me go until I did my physical."
You quickly laid on top of her so she wouldn't go away again. "It looks like you guys are staying here tonight," Beth grinned, getting your medicine ready. "Open tiny"
You did as she asked. "I told you the bread had mold." You scoffed at Leah's words. “Shut up.” Leah took back the bag from Viv and gave you the teddy bear.
“You can have the chocolates after your recovery."
“She’s going to have cavities after her recovery,” Beth muttered, but she couldn’t help but aw at the sight of you and Leah. She quickly grabbed her phone and took a bunch of pictures of the sight.
“Come on, Viv, let’s leave our guest." Viv grinned and walked out behind Beth. “At least they’ll eat proper food."
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Savage Love Part Eleven
Matt Sturniolo x reader Mafia AU
masterlist
“He has what?” Emma says on the other end of the phone call. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not!” I tell her. “And now his brothers are here and I can’t leave!”
“I told you being with him seriously was a bad idea.”
I sigh. “I know, I know. But he… he seemed so nice. He didn’t seem like he-“
“I told you he was a Mafia leader, y/n.”
I look at the door of Matt’s bedroom to make sure his brothers aren’t listening in on me.
“I saw the photos and I closed the door. His brothers came home and I can’t go in and look again to investigate.”
“You shouldn’t have quit the article, this is big.”
“Emma!” I whisper shout into the phone. “I have more important things than that right now!”
“Well how do you believe me that he’s bad news?”
“Yes, okay, yes.”
“Good. Now, you need out of there.”
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do for the last hour?!” I ask in a loud whisper.
“His brothers are where in the house?” Emma asks.
“Downstairs somewhere.”
“Do you think you could climb out the window?”
I pause. “What?”
“Climb out the window. Do you think you can?”
“Give me a moment.” I mumble as I look over to the window. I’m only on the second floor but the walls are so high that it seems more like the third or fourth. “I don’t think I can swing that.”
“Something that doesn’t make sense to me though.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“Why would he leave the key where you would find it? It’s like he wanted you to find it. Like he wanted you to see-“
“Yeah that’s been bugging me too.” I sit down in the bed and scratch the back in my neck.
“Do you think you can look in there again? Without getting caught by Huwey and Luwey?”
“Maybe…” I get up and go back to Matt’s office. I pick up the key and then creep to the hallway.
“Go to face time.” Emma says and I switch the call to face time. Emma’s face appears on my screen and I shush her to make sure she doesn’t speak and get me caught.
I look down the hallway and down the stairs. Chris and Nick are downstairs doing whatever, which gives me the chance to look back in the room.
I change the camera from front to back to show Emma the room. I unlock the door and open it slowly, flicking on the light before slowly closing the door behind me to make sure Chris and Nick don’t catch me.
“Oh my god.” Emma says.
The room is filled wall to wall with photos of my ex boyfriend, my old boss, and basically any person that’s ever wronged me in my life. A big red X over my ex boyfriend’s face.
“Does the X mean…” Emma says.
“I don’t know…” I whisper.
“I’m gonna check to see if anyone’s heard from him.”
“Emma…”
“I’m screen recording. Do a full pan of the room.” She says.
I slowly move my phone camera around the room to get every part recorded.
“Good, now get out of there!” Emma whisper shouts and I shut off the light, and creep out of the room. I lock the door behind me and quickly walk to Matt’s office to put the key back where I found it under the desk.
“Get out of there, girl!” Emma says and I quickly make my way to the window.
“How do I get out?” I whisper to her.
“You’ve seen movies, tie the bedsheets together and climb out!”
I nod and run to the bed, pulling off the sheets and starting to tie the corners together.
“God, this is so difficult with silk sheets!” I complain as I tie the corners together. I double tie them just to make sure they down slip out of their hold.
I open the window and throw the sheets out, the tie the end to the bedpost. I slowly climb out the window with my phone in my back pocket. I scale down the wall slowly and carefully. The sheets don’t make it to the grass but make it just far enough to where it wouldn’t hurt to jump. I slip to the ground and fall on my back.
I take a second to catch my breath before getting up and starting to run to the driveway. I didn’t think this far ahead. He lives in a mansion miles away from anything. I don’t have any of the keys to his cars and even if I did he’d find me.
I sneak around to the front and make sure to hide away from view of Matt’s brothers. I rush to the driveway and start running as fast as I can.
I start to loose my breath after running for a long time. It felt like hours even though it was only a few minutes. God I wish I didn’t skip my gym classes in high school.
The sun was going down when I had called Emma a little over an hour ago, and now it’s almost fully dark out.
Before I could reach the main road, a car comes driving up the driveway. I gasp and step back. It’s Matt, I know it.
The car stops right in front of me and Matt steps out.
“Hey, doll, what are you doing out here?” He asks as he walks over to me. I step back to get away from him and he stops, looking at me confused. “What’s wrong, baby?” He asks.
“I… I saw it.” I say softly.
“Saw what?” He asks me.
“The room. The room with… with the photos, with the-“
“Dollface…” Matt steps closer to me and I step backwards to keep him at a distance.
“You left the key where I could find it, you wanted me to find it, you wanted me to know.” My voice tremors as my body begins to shake.
“Yes, you’re right, but I only wanted you to know I’m protecting you from them.” Matt steps closer to me again and I step backwards again as well.
“What did the X over Bennetts picture mean?” My voice cracks as I ask.
Matt stays silent. He sighs and then says “Get in the car babygirl.”
“Is he okay?” I ask.
“Just get in the car.”
“Did you kill him?”
Matt sighs again. “After what he did to you, he’s lucky all I did was kill him.”
I stand in shock in front of Matt. I’m unable to move as he steps closer to me. “It’s alright, baby, I’ve got you.” He says as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his car.
My heart races as I’m unable to move by myself from the shock. Matt opens his car door and sets me in the passenger seat. He goes to the driver seat and starts the car back up.
After a bit of silence I say “What did you do to him?” In a whisper.
Matt sighs. “I did it for you, babygirl.”
“Tell me what you did to him.”
“Y/n-“
“I will jump out of this car if you don’t tell me.” I threaten.
Matt chuckles. “I’m going 20, you wouldn’t hurt yourself.”
“Matt, tell me what you did to Bennett!”
Matt groans and shakes his head. “If I tell you, you have to promise you won’t leave me.”
“Leave you?”
“I don’t want you to think of me any differently.”
“You killed him! You killed him and you don’t want me to leave you? To think of you differently? You don’t think I will?”
“I did it for you!” He shouts back. Matt’s hands grip the steer wheel tighter. He takes a deep breath. “You think you know him but you don’t. When I first saw you, first fell for you, after our first time together, before that even. When I left that hotel room weeks ago for the first time I knew I wanted you. So I looked you up. I looked up everything I could find about you. I saw you dated him, Bennett Cassidy. I read about what he did to you, I saw the messages he screenshotted and sent to his friends acting like you were some toy instead of a human being.”Matt says calmly.
“Matt…”
“You don’t know who he is.”
“He was my high school boyfriend.”
“Oh he is so much worse than that. You have no idea darling.”
“What did you do to him?” I shout.
“Do you want the fucking details?” He snaps through his teeth.
I flinch and stare at him in shock.
“I’m- I’m sorry princess.” He says and puts his hand on my knee. I move my knee away from him and he frowns, putting his hand back in the wheel.
“Matt I want to go home.” I say calmly.
“You can’t.”
“I don’t want to be here.”
“Is it too uncomfortable? I can get us a cozy cabin or-“
“I don’t want to be with you.”
Matt stops the car and looks at me. “You can’t do that.”
“Matt you killed him.”
“I did it for you.”
“I didn’t ask you to do that, I’d never ask for anything like that!” Tears form in my eyes.
“Y/n you can’t leave me.”
“Get away from me-“ I open the car door.
Matt opens his door and runs after me, taking my arm. “Don’t go, please don’t go.”
“Let go of me.” I try to pull away from him.
“Y/n please, don’t make me do this!” He begs and my breath hitches.
“Do what? What are you going to do to me?” I try to pull away from him again.
“I’m sorry, darling.” He says. He pinches my neck and everything goes black.
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Anomia
— Paring; Sgt. John “Soap” MacTavish x male reader. Fandom; Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III
Anomia: (n.) the inability to recall the names of people or things.
Quote; “John MacTavish.”
Description; When someone is gone for so long, you can only remember so much. Disclaimer; SPOILERS TO THE NEW COD:MW3!! Angst, grief, major character death, sad, established relationship, forgetfulness, loneliness.
Word Count: 0.7k
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A/N: No, I haven’t watched anything on the lore part of Modern Warfare III, however I have had plenty of spoilers and I’ve seen the specific cutscene of both Soap and Graves (was it Graves?) and TF141 being all sad and pouty.
It’s been months. Months and yet still grief resonates in Y/N. It feels like just yesterday he was embracing such the warm presence of his now dead lover. Y/N can’t sleep. His tired, exhausted demeanor was evident to everyone, but no one dared to ask what was wrong. They too grieved, but not as hard as Y/N did.
Everything feels so dull. So dull and cold. Y/N lies wide awake in his once shared bed. He doesn’t dare lay on John’s side. Even when gone, Y/N couldn’t bring himself to mess with John’s things. The bed felt so much bigger. He never notices when John was deployed, but the sudden immortality of it left Y/N no choice but to realize it.
Y/N doesn’t talk about John and no one asked about him. Y/N finds himself forgetting how to say the man’s name, or maybe it’s just because the name has become so foreign to him. He’s forgotten the sound of John’s voice, desperately searching his camera roll for any recording to remind him. He’s forgotten what it felt like to hold him.
Y/N hates he can’t remember now, but it’s become so hard. The only thing he can’t seem to shake is when he found out.
Y/N stares at the ceiling. His hand wrapped around the metal slabs with numbers in the name “John MacTavish” indented onto it. He plays with the dog tags, looking at them, his thumb running over his boyfriend's name. He doesn’t cry. Not this time at least.
Y/N holds the tag up, so the moonlight from the curtain makes the words more visible. He ignores the rest, his focus just on that name. The room was dead silent except for the sound of a dog breathing.
“John MacTavish.” He whispered. Y/N’s nose scrunched up, cringing. It doesn’t sound right anymore.
Y/N kissed it. He then rolls over and puts the dog tags back in the nightstand drawer. He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. This catched the dog’s attention. Y/N stands up and puts his shoes on. He clicks his tongue at Angel. “Come on, girl. Get up.”
She happily gets up, excited for a new adventure as she follows Y/N downstairs. Y/N grabs a jacket, quickly putting it on. He puts Angel’s harness and leash on, grabs his wallet, and out he goes.
Y/N has completely convinced himself he’s just getting fresh air. Getting fresh air and buying flowers at a gas station with a light up sign that says “OPEN 24/7”. Getting fresh air and walking a mile away from home. Getting fresh air and standing in front of a rock with that same damn name.
Y/N’s shaky hands lace the flowers in front of the grave. He knows John’s not really buried there, but he can pretend. He sat down on the damp grass, Angel using this as a chance to try and lick his face to which Y/N quickly pushed her away.
He stared at the name. He nudged Angel and gestured to the gravestone as if she could understand. “Say hi to him. I bet he misses you so much.” He then chuckled. “Probably mad you have to sleep on the floor now. He’s not around to convince me to let you in the bed anymore.” He teased.
Y/N ruffled the dog’s fur. He then kissed Angel’s head. “I bet you miss him too, huh? Upset you have to live with me instead of him?” He asked. “Well, I miss him too, girl.”
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(Full HC)
Hello! I really do love your bodyswap HCs, so how about something about what MC ever accidentally bodyswapped with their familiar and how the M6 deal with that?
(And for the purposes of this ask, I would imagine said familiar as a Scout-like little white puppy? Like a West Highland Terrier! Or if it's simpler, then just "M6 when MC accidentally transforms into a little Scout-like puppy.")
The Arcana HCs: MC and their familiar bodyswap
~ as my anon friend suggested, for headcanon purposes MC's familiar is a Scout-like puppy ^.^ hope you enjoy these! - brainrot ~
Julian
He's got the wrong formula, but he's arriving at the right solution!
All he knows is that he walked into the room after breakfast to ask how you planned to spend your day off, and while it seems like you've already left without him, there's a new puppy on the floor!
Well hello, you seem lost, have you eaten? You're such a fine looking young canine, yes you are, you look like you could use some belly rubs, what a good puppy!
You don't get the chance to tell him the truth until lunch time. Until then, you're just his new pup, who he takes with him to work so his patients have a soothing furry companion while he treats them
Side note, keeping up with strides that long is exhausting. Luckily for you he's happy to carry you if you get tired
Almost falls out of his chair in surprise, concern, and embarrassment when you manage to communicate what's happened. The dog is you?!
Keeps having to stop himself from the previous baby talk, can't shake how strange it is to talk to a puppy like it's a person
So very relieved when you poof back. ... does he want to know where your human body was???
Asra
Put two and two together almost instantly
And now they can't stop laughing (no don't worry, they're taking this very seriously, they've established how committed they are to having you present in this world as yourself)
But you're so small and cute and don't think he doesn't notice the way your tail starts to wag out of control every time he shows you affection. It's snuggles and scritches time
Quickly figures out that it'll wear off on its own and (after confirming that your familiar has your body and it is therefore relatively safe) decides you're going on an adventure!
They're taking you on a walk, wherever you want to go
Cracks up when (acting on dog instincts) you pee on a nice patch of grass and immediately afterwards give him the most embarrassed look because you did it without thinking
Faust thinks it's fantastic. She's plopping herself on your back, and the chase the two of you lead Asra on through the crowded marketplace on the way to Selasi's booth is legendary
After you turn back, they keep commenting on what your ears/tail would be doing while you talk
Nadia
She can tell something's ... off
And it's not just the fact that there's suddenly a fluffy white puppy sitting where you normally do. It's the fact that said puppy seems like it's trying to communicate with her
She figures it out fairly quickly, and is rightfully alarmed
You're a dog right now! A cute one, granted, but not the person she likes to hold and kiss and talk to! If you're here, where's your body?!
This is all to cover for the fact that she's not very familiar with the care and keeping of dogs. She doesn't know what dogs need or how to provide it and she hates to admit it
... well, at least she knows what you need, and that's breakfast
She's terrified of losing track of you in the hustle and bustle of the Palace or of you getting crushed behind a heavy door, so she's carrying you down to the kitchens wrapped in silk and satin
She ends up taking most of her meetings out in the Gardens, where you're free to scamper and sniff and occasionally attempt to weigh in on state affairs (with limited success)
So, so very relieved when you turn back to normal
Didn't mind putting a collar on you as much as she expected to
Muriel
He felt it happen while his back was turned
When he saw you, he wasn't surprised, just disappointed
Or at least, that's what he'd like you to think. In actuality you're so adorable like this it's overwhelming him with cuteness, so of course he has to hide that behind a facepalm
No don't scamper around like that, you'll bump into something
No don't wag your tail at him like that, you'll strain something
No don't perk your ears at him like that, it's - it's - just don't do it
Inanna is delighted to play mother wolf to you. She's loping along next to you with the fondest sparkle in her eyes, standing protectively over you anytime you stop to sniff something
And she's also nudging you in Muriel's direction every chance she gets until he relents and picks you up to save your tiny legs
The woods are so much fun in this form it's not even funny
The chickens, not so much. They are not nearly as kind and almost bully you out of the clearing when you get too close to their chicken feed
This might be the first time Muriel has beef with his neighbors
Pretends it's no big deal when you poof back
Portia
Never before have you been so deeply grateful to Pepi's retained ability to speak. It saves you and Portia so much trouble and panic
Portia, thankfully, is the type of person who gets told the words "unexpected magic" and somehow hears "cool adventure time"
But first, daily tasks. She can put off work, but she can't sit still, so you're going to help her in the garden
That's right! She points at a spot, and you dig!
What follows is one of the most enjoyable mornings of your life. Dirt flies everywhere, Portia plants three new rows of carrots, and Pepi naps on the roof of the nearby shed
The bath afterwards is ... less enjoyable. The full-body scrub you get is delightful, but shivering under the weight of wet fur is not
You have never been scritched behind the ears like this and you never will again. You also doubt it would feel nearly as good in a human body, but why look a gift horse in the mouth?
Getting thoroughly brushed is Not Fun
Portia does go out of her way to find you a meal that is dog-safe and still appealing to human tastebuds, though, and she may or may not have tried eating without her hands to see what it's like
Lucio
He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know until the end of the day when you poof back
What he does know is that right after you disappeared and he started to really panic, a perfectly adorable puppy appeared to keep him and Mercedes and Melchior company
He'll adopt you for the day while he looks for you
Mercedes and Melchior, thankfully, are quick to catch on to what happened and do a marvelous (if rambunctious) job of making sure you only get the best treatment
And oh, what amazing treatment it is. Lucio knows dogs like he knows the back of his hand
The ear scritches? Heavenly. The belly rubs? Mind blowing. Those suddenly appealing treats he hides in his pockets? Incredible
He can take one look at you and know exactly what your puppy body needs, in between his worried shrieks of your name
Mercedes and Melchior are eager to introduce you to the delights of being a dog. You learn how to fetch, chase, sniff, howl, play fight, chew shoes, and run off with Lucio's lunch!
Lucio will ask if you liked his natural musk when you switch back
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shower situation (smut) part 2
Part 1 --- Part 2 --- Part 3
word count: 0.8k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - fluff, eventual smut
you guys had made it to Gally's hut, which was decently spaced with little decorations. there was a bed, nightstand and a lamp, but the area itself was as spacious as it could be for a hut.
"Alright greenie, here's your pillow." he throws it to you, "You take the bed, I'll sleep on the floor." the floor was wooden, so at least it wasn't just grass. however, you still felt bad for him. "Are you sure? I can sleep on the floor, I don't mind at all." he scoffed a little, "No, its fine." you sat on the bed and watched as he lied down on the floor. he looked at you, making you pat the bed, telling him it was okay to sleep there. Gally has a skeptical look on his face, but he knew that sleeping on the ground would make everything hurt like hell, so he decided to go with you. he made himself comfortable with the blankets and with his side of the full sized bed, leaving little room for the both of you. you turned away, "Goodnight, Gally." he couldn't see the tint on your cheeks nor the smile on your face. "Night, Y/N." there were so many butterflies in your stomach at this point, making you like him even more...as a friend, right? (wrong)
the two of you couldn't stay away from eachother the whole night though. when you woke up, you were faced away from him, his arms were wrapped around you with his head tucked in the crook of your neck. you didn't dare move, almost as if a bomb would explode if you did. you were too tired to do anything anyways. it stayed like that for a while until you heard him grunt and wake up. "Are you awake?" he muttered quietly. you didn't know whether to respond or stay quiet. you went with the safer option and closed your eyes, not saying anything. while you pretended to still be asleep, he actually hugged you tighter, whispering a 'phew'. this position made you actually doze off, sleeping a little longer.
the light came through the hut walls, and the bed felt a little colder. you opened your eyes, seeing that Gally had left, presumably to head off with the builders. you heard a knock and someone was standing in the doorway, Newt. "Alright Y/N, rise and shine, you have to help the glade out someway." he had explained this the night before, how you had to choose a job to do. hoping that it was easy, you picked to be a track-hoe with Newt. "Okay, okay." you sighed, getting out of the bed.
after getting ready, you headed over to the gardens and were instructed to dig out the weeds. you didn't think there would be a lot, but apparently no one likes to dig out weeds. so there you were, you had spent almost the entire day shoveling those suckers out. someone taps you on the shoulder, Zart. "Hey I think you've done enough today." he says sincerely. you get up from your squat, "Thanks Zart." you say, lucky that someone had your back. just as he said that, the dinner bell rang. you groan as you walk away from the plants.
you were dirty, being covered in mud wasn't that pleasant and your whole body was aching. not to mention, you had also missed breakfast from sleeping in, with Gally. you start to smile at the thought as someone runs up to you. "Oh, hey Gally, what's up?" he joins you on your walk to the kitchen area. "You look like you've seen better days, greenbean." he laughs at the sight of you covered with dirt. "Wow, thanks. You know I could say the same for you." you say, spotting some flecks of wood on his shirt. he shuts up, raising his eyebrows. he walks you to the line for food. "Do you think I could eat with you?" you look up into Gally's eyes. "Uh, sure Y/N." he stutters a little. you join his group that consists of some other builders. you sat right next to him, laughing occasionally at his jokes, and putting your hand on his leg. it went unnoticed by everyone except for him. after eating, you wait for him to finish, it was already getting dark again. all you wanted to do was have a shower to remove all of the grime form yourself. you whisper to Gally, your hand still on his leg, "Can you take me to the showers, please?" he grabs your hand on his thigh, "Alright boys, I'll see you later." he stands up from the table, helping you get out of the bench.
as you walk to the bathroom area, your hands still stay interlocked with one another.
remember this is all on my wattpad <3 (link in bio)
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It Will Wither
WC: 2k
Relationship: Dewdrop/Aether/Mountain
Tags: Elemental Transition, Coma, Resuscitation, The Surge, Major Character Death, Grief, Hurt no Comfort
Dewdrop's transition goes horribly wrong.
Notes: For the love of all that's unholy read the damn tags.
Read under the cut or on AO3.
They all knew it was a bad idea. A horrible one.
They didn’t know how horrible, though.
Only Dewdrop, Mountain and Aether were left of their pack. Zephyr got sent back to the Pit on their own request, Ifrit had followed his mate like he always had, Terzo had been ki… died.
Only Dewdrop, Mountain and Aether were left.
Their bond was fragile, compromised and put to test by all the events of the previous month. They had barely survived and just when they thought it would all get a bit better, the offer to Dewdrop was made. The offer which wasn’t one, really. What it was was an order and a threat at once, veiled in a pretty cursive font reading ‘proposition’.
Dewdrop, Mountain and Aether had screamed at each other and cried to each other for a week straight, trying to find a solution that wasn’t there, and so there they were. In a damp dungeon under the Abbey, waiting for Dewdrop to be ripped apart and put back together as someone—something—else.
“Dew, please, don’t leave us,” Mountain sobbed on his knees, face pressed into the water ghoul’s thighs where his bare legs were hanging off of the cold stone altar.
“I– I’ll try, Mounty,” he sniffled. “I’ll fight.”
“Promise me,” the earth ghoul demanded, looking up. “Promise me you’ll live.”
“Mountain–” Aether said quietly from behind him. He knew Dewdrop couldn’t make that promise.
“No! No, no, no, he’ll be okay. Right, water lily? You will be, we can’t lose you too, I can’t…” he cried, his whole body shaking. Dewdrop took a shaky breath and looked up at Aether pleadingly. The quintessence ghoul shook his head.
Dewdrop put his hands on Mountain’s head and pulled him up to look into his fresh grass colored eyes. “I promise.”
Mountain sobbed loudly again, holding onto his thighs with an iron grip, and the water ghoul looked back at Aether with a plea in his tear-filled eyes. Take him away.
He obliged, pulling Mountain up from the floor and into his arms, sending a shot of quintessence his way to calm him down. If that was even possible. Aether reached his free arm out to Dewdrop and the water ghoul took his hand, squeezing tightly. This could very well be their last goodbye and all three of them knew it.
With a single tear slipping down his cheek, Aether pulled Mountain out of the chamber and kicked the heavy door behind them.
Dewdrop was left alone in the dreadful silence of the room, but not for long. Soon enough the door opened again two people entered, Sister Imperator and a priest Dewdrop didn’t know. They didn’t even greet him, just gestured for him to lay down and take whatever it was they were about to do to him.
He obliged, well past wanting to argue, scream or cry.
When the stranger began to chant words Dewdrop didn’t recognize, when the candles burst into flames, when the fire started licking at his skin, when agonizing pain washed over him, when he started screaming… that was the last he remembered.
The news of the ritual having ended was delivered to Aether by a text message. Anger boiled in him at how lightly his pack’s despair was treated by the Clergy. Still, he peeled himself away from Mountain—who he had to knock out with his quintessence when Dewdrop’s screams carried through the corridors—and all but ran to the infirmary, where he’d been told the remaining part of his pack was.
When he burst through the door, he felt his heart crack. He’d hear it, too, if not for the raised voices of the infirmary staff and doctors running around the single occupied bed, trying their best to save the broken little ghoul laying on it. His skin was raw and he looked so small. If Aether hadn’t known any better he’d scream at the doctor currently pressing down on his chest rhythmically to stop, to be gentler, lest he break that sweet creature’s ribs.
He did scream, but with a different plea on his lips.
The quintessence ghoul fell to his knees by the bed. He knew he was taking up space someone that could actually help could take, but if… but if that was it, he couldn’t move away. Someone tried to pull him back, but Aether didn’t budge, and soon they gave up.
It was all a blur to him, begging and crying and begging again to Dewdrop’s limp body as people around him tried to make his heart work again. He doesn’t know how long it has been, it felt like days to Aether, but when he could breathe again Dewdrop was stable. That’s what they told him.
“We got him back,” someone said. “He’s stable for now.”
For now.
For. Now.
Dewdrop flatlined twice more. They got him back twice more. They told Aether he was stable for now twice more.
Neither he, nor Mountain had been with him those other two times. Not technically. The infirmary staff decided, after the first time, that they didn’t need two wailing demons on their hands as they tried to save the third one. They invested in sedating shots and male nurses strong enough to be able to inject Mountain and Aether with them once the panic set in.
Apart from that, they barely stepped away from him. They only did every other night to go sleep in his bed, that still carried a faint smell of him. It smelt more like him than he did, now. The fresh smell of a humid summer morning.
Morning dew.
The first night that they decided to spend away from Dewdrop—day four of his coma—Mountain took a piece of him with them. His horns, the beautiful twisted obsidian horns that had broken off had been laying on the bedside table like there was no value to them. Mountain grabbed them, squeezing so hard that the skin of his palms hadn’t broken only by a miracle.
Day seven of Dewdrop’s coma.
It was morning. Mountain and Aether were sulking over the dining table, sipping their respective teas. There was no warmth around them.
They’d go see Dewdrop soon, sit by him and stare at his still face—like they've been doing for the last week—as if their intense gazes would make him open his eyes. As if it would make him better.
Mountain was putting their mugs away when he heard Aether gasp, and when his head snapped to the side his legs nearly gave out under him.
Dewdrop.
He was standing in the door to the commons, leaning against the door frame, in nothing but an oversized t-shirt that once upon a time had probably belonged to one of the ghouls currently stunned to death. The now fire ghoul had a soft smile on his face, even though it looked wrong with his skin all dry and warm-toned. But he was there. Alive. Awake.
Mountain threw himself at him first, squeezing him in his arms and apologizing for the pain it was causing him at the same time. Dewdrop winced but laughed, doing his best to hug the earth ghoul back. “I’m here. I’m here, Mounty.”
Aether approached them slowly, not believing his own eyes. “W– what are you doing here?”
He was afraid that if he tried to touch Dewdrop, the illusion would dissipate. He slowly outstretched an arm and placed a hand on his back, flinching at the unexpected warmth of his skin.
But he didn’t disappear.
“I snuck out,” he shrugged.
Still in disbelief, the quintessence ghoul wrapped his own arms around both Mountain and Dewdrop, pressing his nose into the latter’s hair. He smelled differently, so differently, but under all of it it was still him. It was still Dewdrop.
And he was alive.
Aether allowed himself a smile and silently begged Lucifer for it to last. For what his medically trained mind was supplying him with to not be true.
Dewdrop ate breakfast, then they cuddled and talked. They talked about the past, about the touring, about Terzo, Ifrit and Zephyr, recalling all the best memories they shared. They laughed, all three of them. Then they ate lunch, cuddled and talked some more. Then, they ate dinner and got ready for bed. The day went by way too quickly.
Mountain and Aether nestled Dewdrop tightly between them, their arms caging him in and their noses pressed into his neck as the three of them purred as loudly as ever.
“I love you,” Dewdrop told them. “Both of you, so, so much. You know that, right?”
“Of course, droplet,” Aether replied, kissing him softly.
“We love you, too,” Mountain added before slotting his own lips against Dewdrop’s.
“I just want you to remember that,” he whispered. “You’ll be okay.”
Soon, Mountain fell asleep, then Aether, holding Dewdrop closely. He waited, fighting against sleep, holding on to the energy that was leaving him with an iron grip, just to be able to look down at the two ghouls in his arms for a bit more. Just a bit longer.
“I’m sorry about my promise, Mounty,” Dewdrop muttered into Mountain’s hair and pressed a kiss to his forehead. He turned to Aether and did the same, “Take care of each other, Aeth.”
Then he let sleep take him.
When they woke up again, for just a moment they thought it had all been a bad dream. Dewdrop wasn’t hot like the evening before, his skin was cold. Just like it used to be.
But then they realized his heart wasn’t beating.
The sound that had ripped out of Mountain’s mouth at the realization would haunt Aether for eternity, burned into his brain. Just like the sight of Dewdrop’s cold, lifeless body being cradled tightly in the earth ghoul’s arms as he rocked back and forth, delirious.
“He knew,” he wailed. He was right. Dewdrop did know what it had been and that there wouldn’t be a next day for him.
“He did,” Aether confirmed. He felt empty, yet with anguish pouring off of him in waves. He couldn’t tear his tear-filled eyes away from the pale face of their dead packmate.
Dead.
The quintessence ghoul tried to calm his mind, thinking about how Dewdrop passed gently in his sleep, without pain, and in the arms of people he had loved the most, and who loved him. Always would.
But he couldn’t. Their Dewdrop was dead and there was nothing that could make it better.
They didn’t burn his body, as it was customary for fire ghouls. To them he never was one. He was their droplet, their water lily, their Dewdrop. He always would be.
They wrapped him in a soft, baby blue cloth and put him into a stone coffin crafted by Mountain himself. He looked so small in it. So wrong.
They took him to the lake. He was a freshwater ghoul, after all. They knew the lake was deep enough and he loved it so much, it couldn’t be anywhere else.
Mountain didn’t cry this time. All he did, just before they pushed the coffin into the lake, was kiss the stone over where Dewdrop’s head was inside, and whisper, “You promised.”
Aether cried. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks one by one, shoulders shaking and mouth agape, letting out sobs and pained whimpers, hand against his chest, as if he was trying to hold together the heart that had shattered into million pieces inside him. He had to, for Mountain.
The noise the water made once the coffin had rolled off the dock and into the lake was agonizing for both of them. They’d never see Dewdrop swimming, jumping out of the water and twisting his lithe body in the air before diving back in with a grin on his face again. They’d never hear him splashing that water, or any other, again.
He was gone.
They stood there, clutching their matching necklaces made of Dewdrop’s obsidian horns in their hands, and clinging tightly to each other. They stared at the, now flat, surface of the lake as the sun slowly set and day turned into night, and they wondered how much more the two of them could take.
Neither of them found an answer.
What they found, though, was something to help the two of them survive. They’d give themselves time to grieve, but then… then the Abbey would turn to dust. And everyone in it.
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omg, please more reader and rafe in the future after college and their baby, love it
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Your toddler has officially started walking, and with walking comes grubby little hands wanting to explore everything.
One day, your daughter’s pulling out the contents of the closet in your spare room out onto the floor while you and Rafe sit with her on the hardwood, letting her have her fun.
She’s babbling as Rafe absentmindedly runs his hand up and down your back. He always does this, likely not even conscious that he’s touching you. You love it, how he intuitively needs to have contact with you.
“Be careful with that one,” he calls out to her as she yanks out a yearbook. When she promptly kicks it away, you giggle into Rafe’s chest, feeling him shake with laughter.
“She’s so destructive,” you say.
“Just like her mom,” he mumbles.
“I know you meant to say dad,” you scold.
“Hey, what’s this?” You laugh at Rafe’s attempt to distract you. He picks up a photo album you put together back when you first moved in.
He opens it to a random page, which happens to be a photo of you two at your college graduation.
“Your fuckboy hair,” you say, purposely shushing so she doesn’t overhear the swear word. Your eyes travel over his bangs peeking out beneath the black cap in the photo.
“You loved it,” he reminds you. You smirk, running a hand over the buzzcut he’s sporting now.
He flips to another page, full of photos from your post-college road trip. You point to a picture of him at a restaurant sitting in a booth.
“God, remember how dingy this place was?” you laugh.
“Only restaurant for miles,” Rafe groans. He can recall how much you two laughed over breakfast that day.
When you skim to another page, you see a photo of you two on the beach almost a year after getting married. You recall how you found out you were pregnant the very next day.
“Whatever happened to that shirt?” you ask, gazing at the open striped button-up he’s wearing in the captured memory.
Rafe points to your daughter.
“We were playing outside and I got a grass stain on it, remember?” he says.
Now you do remember. Your daughter was merely crawling at that point, but when she got too close to the concrete pathway, Rafe dove to grab her, ruining his clothes in the process.
“That was 100% on you,” you reply with a shrug. Rafe smirks. It’s true. In his eyes, his daughter can do no wrong.
When she tries to pull down clothes from the hangers in the closet, he jumps up to pick her up, kissing her cheek.
You watch your husband with a proud grin. He was once so afraid of affection and now he wears his heart on his sleeve. Only with you two, though.
Rafe meets your eyes and feels enamored by your smile like he always does.
“Thanks for putting that together, baby,” he says, glancing down at the album. He remembers the photos you had all over the walls of your college dorm. He always appreciated your sentimentality.
“Thanks for making me so happy that I wanted to,” you say sincerely. He leans down to kiss your forehead.
“Can you give a kiss, too?” he asks your toddler. She erupts in giggles at the way he holds her, swinging her above you as she plants a kiss on you.
“So nice!” you cheer, gently pinching her cheek.
Rafe straightens and squeezes her into a tight hug. Even now, years into your relationship, he wonders if he really truly deserves this happy of a life.
But the way you look at him reminds him that you think he does and that’s enough for him.
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one day the penny is going to drop and katniss is going to realize peeta did not have to have his lips against her neck for that long. and then she realizes all the homewrecker behavior from the quell and also a bit of the 1st games.
Katniss, just minding her own business in her and Peeta's yard. Humming. Looking at birds. Putting up the wash to dry. When suddenly.
She drops the basket. The whites are in the grass, people! She gasps. A rogue goose looks at her. It's wondering if it needs to bite her or not. Watch out, bitch. Katniss doesn't notice. She turns and marches right back into the house.
"Peeta Mellark, you shameless whore!" Peeta's mouth just drops open. The hunk of apple he just bit into? It's on the floor. The group of 4-5 year old girls around the kitchen island gasp.
"Katniss," Peeta hisses her name as he takes her by the shoulders and shuffles her into the little laundry room off the kitchen. "What are you doing?! The PTA is gonna have my ass if they start calling each other the w word!"
Katniss just gapes at him. How can he be concerned with the PTA at a time like this?! "You are shameless! You just wormed your way in, like-like a temptress. What is wrong with you??"
"What are you talking about??"
She tells him, in halting confusing detail, but eventually he puts it together. He just blinks at her, mouth open, before eventually smirking with self-satisfied delight.
"Man, you're slow." He rolls his eyes. "It worked tho? So... I got a bunch of little girls waiting to play fairy princess orphanage, so I actually gotta go. See ya!"
She's gaping. He has no shame! Has Katniss married the enemy? Has she laid down with the devil? Shackled herself -- permanently! -- with a homewrecker?
There has to be someone she can call. She needs to tell on him, some trusted adult, somewhere (please ignore the fact that she's nearly 40 years old) surely knows what to do! She's calling her mother!
#lmao what is this and why did i write this#everlark#prompts#the hunger games#peeta mellark#katniss everdeen#thg
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training season's over
Chapter 6: Contact
Summary:
Contact
(mil.) Contact with the enemy.
TF141/female reader, König/female reader
spy reader, forced bonding, slow burn, slow build, militar inaccuracies, sugestive language, language, canon typical violence, second chance, domestic fluff, enemies to friends, becoming buddies, referenced torture, hurt/comfort, hugs, seeing König again
previous: chapter five "R&R"
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3 months later
"Listen---"
"---don't try to fuck us over. I know, Ghost, you tell me that every time," You whispered with a sigh, looking at him who was already looking at you, furrowing your brows. Already had the same conversation many times.
"Besides I've been on my best behaviour, you should give me some credit." You muttered, both of you were crawling on the ground, hiding in tall grass.
"Giving you credit for not betraying us? Fat chance," He mumbled back, making you roll your eyes.
Simple mission: Infiltration, one of your favourites. Ghost was against the idea of giving you that much freedom on the field, but Price decided that you were proven trustworthy enough to send you alone to steal some intel for an upcoming mission: coordinates for a delivery on the ports and its destination, that were kept inside a bunker disguised as an abandoned base. Of course, you were still wearing the ankle monitor, but at this point you got used to it, even put some stickers on it and Soap decided to draw a small foamy soap with a marker while you were taking a nap on the couch.
Price did allow Ghost to go with you to keep you in check, and watch your six while you got in.
It's been almost two months since Sage died, back on that private island, along with the Russian guard. And apparently Wire was born, as Soap considered it a more appropriate nickname for you, and quickly everyone followed, even Laswell. You had to admit that the double meaning behind it, alluding to the barbed wire you used that day and the fact that they kept joking about you being a spy was clever. You would still miss Sage, anyway.
On the bright side, they seemed to feel more comfortable using it rather than your other callsign, you guessed that it helped them to separate the “KorTac merc” from you. So, despite rolling your eyes when they first started using it, you grew accustomed to it. Although sometimes you didn’t turn around when they called you by it, forgetting your change of identity.
Ghost stayed back, letting you keep crawling through the fields alone. The breeze was nice, and the scent of the flowers was lovely, the ants not so much. Ghost freed one of the watch towers, eliminating the sentinel, and you secured a rope to climb, as he kept carefully shooting anyone who walked too close to his liking.
Ah, the coldness and the metallic smell of the vents, how I missed it.
After about 4 minutes you stopped, thinking you might have heard something in the distance, a muffled sound. After a minute or so of more silence, you decided to keep going until you saw the security room under you.
You carefully opened the air vent, putting the grill inside it, and with a swift movement you were down, your feet light against the ground.
The guard seemed distracted enough, not turning around and his face still facing the screens. Your eyes were fixed on him, as you took the knife out of your utility belt, holding it tight in your hand.
You crept up to him, knife in hand, and with a quick movement you grabbed him by the forehead to reveal his neck to your blade.
But something was wrong.
When you moved him, his whole dead weight fell to the side, landing on the floor. Lifeless.
You looked at him disconcerted, and just then you saw that the front of his uniform was already drenched with blood, the cut on his neck was still fresh enough to notice that someone got to him minutes before you.
"Maus?" You heard behind you, eyes widening and the grip on your knife tightening.
You turned around almost immediately, only to find König's towering figure about five feet away from you.
Back in KorTac you would joke to him, saying that it was impossible for the targets not to hear him coming, but now that you were in that place, he was silent, as if he materialized out of thin air. You neither heard or saw him, but a quick look around revealed an open maintenance closet where he was hidden, from where he heard some noises from the vent and saw it opening.
He recognized you on the spot, the way you fell from the vent as he peeped from inside the janitor closet, your hair in that bun, the way you stalked the man before attempting to strike. It was hard to recognize you with all that heavy gear, as he saw you wearing more scarce and light equipment before. At first, he tried to convince himself that it wasn't you, you would never wear camo and that 'awful military green' as you usually called it. But when he caught a glimpse of your eyes, he couldn't deny it.
You felt all your blood go to your arms and legs, staring into his eyes, the only part that his sniper hood left uncovered, black paint smeared around them, and he stared down back at you. Your brain immediately switched into survival mode. König was around 6'10” tall; you knew you were good, but you weren't that good, he would clearly overpower you in hand-to-hand combat. If you attacked him with your knife in hand, a quick strike on the neck could do, but you could also get yourself killed faster. If I reach for my gun I could probably---
But you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt him almost jumping at you, his hands quickly constricting around your body...but not in a harmful way.
He seemed to purposefully hold back, his touch careful. One hand wrapped around your waist while the other went behind your neck, as he leaned down and buried his face on the crook of your neck, holding you tight against him, your arms trapped on the sides of your body. A hug. You felt almost embarrassed that you were thinking about killing him. On the other hand, he was just glad that you kept using that bubblegum scented body wash.
"Krass! Maus, ich bin so glücklich, ich dachte, du wärst tot und niemand hat über dich gesprochen und---" He started saying in a hurried voice, as you were frozen in his arms, still processing what was happening. You have him a few awkward pats on his back with your free hand.
"König, english?" You asked softly, and he pulled away, looking down at you once again. His blue eyes filled with concern, looking into yours with familiarity, tenderness.
"I thought you died! I tried to ask about you and no one would say anything" he said in the same voice, a mix of excitement and anxiousness. "What the hell happened?"
"It's a long story" you said, feeling slightly overwhelmed by him, who was visibly thrilled to see you once again, and still slightly confused. "I got captured."
"Scheiße..." He muttered, and you could tell he was frowning under his hood. He then looked away, seemingly thinking about something. Before he started again. "We could go back to KorTac, explain to them all of this, and you're one of their best assets..."
You looked up at him, narrowing your eyes. One of their best assets? Probably his fondness of your talking for him. You were efficient, good at best, but still disposable. However, you kept listening to him, as he got progressively more carried away with his idea.
"...they could even relocate you to another country for a while, and cover your tracks, then we---"
Could you really do that? Just escape now in the middle of this mission? Would KorTac even want you back at this point? Or be willing to spend those many resources in helping you? They didn't even talk about you to König when he asked. Then your eyes drifted to the screens next to you. Your thoughts went back to being sat on the common room, sitting in the middle of Gaz and Soap, and them laughing at you as you sipped from the “I’m not short, I’m just more down to earth than most people!” mug they got you back in town. Price was a nice commanding officer, he was clearly experienced, and it was nice to be bossed around by someone who was actually in the field with you, rather than behind a desk. Ghost…was Ghost, he still didn’t talk to you when off duty, but he kept it professional while working.
And even if you and König were relatively close, you never sat down like you did with your sergeants with him, your talks were limited to sharing one hour when he was at base and conversations while travelling. You didn’t know what he liked outside explosives and sniper rifles of which he, very often and with a childlike enthusiasm, talked about. And this was the first time he ever touched you, let alone a hug.
When you joined KorTac, you ghosted most of your friends back home, completely going off the radar from them, even when they tried to reach out through your parents, your excuse was that you were too busy now. So, friends were scarce at the time.
And your parents. Fleeing would not only mean running away from the 141 but also from your family. Who would send them money if you ran away? The mortgage, healthcare, bills, they were too much for them. You didn’t see them frequently, but the idea of not seeing them ever again made your stomach turn.
And of course, you would become a wanted criminal.
"König!" He snapped out of his rambling and focused his eyes again on you, tilting his head.
"I can't" You softly said. Your voice too strained to your liking, as you looked up at him.
He still hasn't let you go fully, still embracing you, just put space between you to be able to talk.
"W-What do you mean you can't?" He said shaking his head, clearly confused. In his mind, it was the obvious course of action.
You felt his grip tighten around you, and your comm cracked.
"Wire, how copy?" Ghost's voice said through the comm, sounding slightly impatient, prompting König to look at the source of the voice on your shoulder, and then at you again.
"Almost there, need a sec" You answered not taking off your eyes from the man towering over you.
"Wire? Was that the lieutenant of the 141?" he said drifting from your face to look down to your geared body, as if he was connecting the pieces, trying to make sense of the situation.
“You are working with them.” He said as realization hit him.
"But why, Maus?"
"I have a family, König. I can't live on the run, and they offered me a deal if I worked with them…I…I can't go to jail" You explained, looking up at him furrowing your eyebrows in distress, and you pulled down your face mask, letting him see your face fully. If it was possible, his eyes became even gentler at the sight of your face, his gaze taking in every detail.
"Family…? I didn't know" He answered in a faint and soft tone, looking down for a moment.
Then he looked at you for a few more seconds, that felt hours. He felt conflicted.
König wasn't dumb, he knew that every time you spoke to him you only revealed surface level information about yourself. Except from your PTSD, that probably was too heavy a burden to keep to yourself. Then, his hand moved from the back of your neck to your temple, as he gently traced the scar that peeked out of your hairline, going into your hair. His glove was surprisingly soothing against your scalp.
He still remembers the day you were captured. The mission went wrong, Konni soldiers were waiting for you, it was a set up; he remembers the unsettling calmness in which you explained the tortures you went through in those four days you were missing. Tied up, without food nor water, as you were constantly deprived from sleep, waterboarded, tortured with electricity, beaten up…he still remembers when the initial shock faded, and was soon replaced by anxiousness, grief, fear. He knew well about that. He remembers when you finally broke down and confessed that you could barely sleep at night, haunted by memories of being tied up, in the darkness, alone, or of your captors beating you. He tried to sooth you, to explain to you it was normal, but you needed help. Weighted blankets, sleep with a light on, drinking chamomile before bed, he recommended you what worked best for him, as well as therapy. How he wished he would have hugged you like this back then.
It took you a few months until you went back to being fully functional, he tried to take you out of your room in the barracks for a walk or tea, when he was in base, which he admits wasn’t as frequent as he would have wanted. The first time you smiled again was while on a truck, going back to the safe house KorTac had in Berlin. You showed him a photo of the little animal figures you bought, he didn’t understand what they were exactly or their purpose, but he was glad they brought you joy.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he let out a sigh, finally pulling away from you, basically forcing himself to. He slowly reached for his belt, making you flinch and instinctively raised the hand with the knife, to which he rose his other hand in surrender, as he reached inside one of his pockets, pulling out a flash drive, offering it to you.
"This is all the intel we found. There's a whole KorTac team here, I am leading Delta today. You and your new...friend, should go."
"König?" He reached for his handgun, spinning it on his hand and offering it to you.
"You moved too fast, you stole my weapon and shot me, and you fled with the intel. Nothing I could do to catch you. And I didn’t even saw your face, it was all too quick." He said with a sigh, but still gentle. You grabbed the weapon with a bit of doubt and inspected it before looking up at him again.
"I'm not going to shoot you. I could just knock you."
"Be serious, Maus." He said in a tone that said that it wouldn't be believable, and you would be mad if it wasn't true.
"It's okay, I don't mind" he said softly again, reassuring you.
"König, I'm not going to shoot you" you said in a firm tone, the one that usually made him slightly uneasy, but you were now met with a determined demeanour.
"Then they'll know I let you run away with the intel, and I'll face the consequences for my lack of judgement" You can't remember a time when you heard him so decided about something, let alone getting shot.
You groaned and reluctantly lifted his gun. You didn’t want him to get in trouble, he loves his job.
Thigh is out of the question, as well as torso. Feet are not fatal but crippling...
Shoulder.
He must have seen you aim there, taking a deep breath to try to ease your tension at the necessity of shooting someone who you consider close.
"Avoid the brachial artery, and if you could kindly avoid the---"
"Humerus because it's painful, and branchial plexus or you won't be able to move your arm. I know" you said looking straight to his shoulder before your eyes drifted back to his eyes. His gaze still fixed in you.
"I...I can't"
"Yes, you can, Maus. And we're running out of time. It's a 22. calibre, if you shot on pectoralis minor avoiding my bones and arteries, I'll be fine. Will be an in-and-out. Flesh wound. Textbook," There's nothing textbook about this.
You took another deep breath, your eyes focusing on the spot, until they drifted back to König, and his gaze still felt unbelievably soft, despite the situation. You have worked with him since you joined KorTac, your commanding officer…your friend. He saw you become who you are.
"Thank you" You whispered to him, gratefulness in your voice.
He nodded, and the way his eyes were creasing made you believe he might be smiling.
Across the hallway, Delta-3, who was shooting the last remaining witness with his silencer, heard a singular gunshot. Coming from the same door where their C.O. disappeared a few minutes ago. He quickly alerted the others.
König didn’t have a big reaction. He squeezed his eyes shut while he grunted before he told you to flee. And you thanked him one last time before you jumped back into the vent.
"Ghost, I have the intel, but I've been compromised. Building is filled with KorTac operators. Meet you at the exfil point." You muttered as you were quickly crawling through the vents again, hearing behind you screams in German and in English calling for back-ups. He was kind enough to give you a two-minute advantage.
You went down the rope on the side of the building, from the watch tower you used to get into, and ran as fast as you could through the fields. When you were half on the way you heard screams, quickly followed by shots on the ground and the trees beside you, before your figure was lost over a hill, making König let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.
You kept running until you saw the Jeep that you used to get there, with Ghost already sitting on the driver seat, the motor already on.
However, when relief was washing over you, panting from the long sprint over the hill as you opened the passenger door, you quickly met the end of a gun pointing at you. First you looked back in confusion…then in fear, but you raised your hands slowly, meeting his eyes.
"Ghost..." You managed to make out, your words were slow and careful. Your mind already too clouded with emotions from your encounter with König.
"KorTac, huh?" His tone was cold, cutting right through you.
"I didn't know! I even had to shoot one of them" Not mortally, and he let me, but still technically true. "Laswell checks all my devices, I never leave the base, you have a tracker on me. Hell, I can't betray you even if I wanted.”
Ghost was not one to trust, especially you. You were in the comfort of your flat, bought with your mercenary money, crossing paths with him, and pretending you weren't into his team like a damn leech. He had to admit you were a good liar in general, probably the reason why you were on the job.
"Simon…please." You pleaded, your hands still up, your voice almost a whisper. His jaw tightened, biting into nothing.
He knew that you were calling him by his name as a desperate attempt of moving something in him, to make him think of you as someone somehow familiar, to make him trust you. He hated that it somewhat worked. His eyes were locked on your face, studying it. When you would talk to him on the lift, or when you arrived to your flat, in your eyes, he could see that you were lying. It was just a hint, something quick, easy to miss if someone wasn’t looking for it in the first place. But today he didn't find that, he saw something else. You were telling the truth, and you were genuinely terrified.
He moved his thumb, putting the safety back on, and lowered his gun.
You breathe again, your body is still tense, and with your heart still pounding in your chest, you quickly get into the car.
You spend the next hour on a very silent road back to the airport.
As every Tuesday night, you were in the common room, sitting on the couch with Soap and Gaz, watching the Great British Bake Off, a new season. You liked it, it temporarily numbed your brain, and having company was soothing.
"I miss the old guys. I still can't believe that cunt won" Soap groaned, leaning back to the arm of the couch. He had his legs over it, and a notebook resting on his legs as he seemed not focused on the TV but in the paper in front of him.
"Bonnie, can you lift your chin a bit?" He asked, to which you just raised your face slightly, complying. Still focusing on the screen, attentively hearing today's recipe.
"It's been like one month, get over it" Gaz said, and when he heard Soap's request, he turned to him, peeping over his legs into his journal. He saw a halfway sketch of your profile, along with other small drawings like your mug and a sketch of Riley. He then added.
"Drawing her like one of your French girls? Very smooth, MacTavish" he said teasingly, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, she saw my journal and she asked me to. Besides she is still dressed..." He said defensively. He had to admit that having an excuse to stare at you was pleasant.
“…for now," He muttered under his breath with a small smirk, jokingly, winning a playful scoff from you.
"And I intend to keep it that way," You said back.
Gaz and you were watching attentively how one of the new contestants was putting his broken ganache aside, clearly frustrated as she started a whole new batch.
"She should try to melt it and whisk it. Still can be saved" A familiar husky voice said from behind the three of you.
All of you turned around, only to find a nonchalant Ghost, with his mask over the bridge or his nose, sipping on his tea and watching the TV.
Simon purposefully avoided the common room on Tuesdays, not wanting to perturb whatever ritual you had going on with Gaz and Soap, and to avoid you. The image of you, blood stained, sitting next to the guard you just butchered returned to his mind more than he would like to admit. The man was easily a head taller than you, bigger than you, and yet he was laying dead, face almost disfigured by your hand. He couldn’t help but being impressed, as he assumed you were only good to shove yourself into small spaces and stalk. Knowing that you were capable of such carnage, despite your size, sparked something in him. He hated that. But he appreciated the resourceful use of the barbed wire.
When you were in the jeep, silent and still shaken with adrenaline beside him, he felt a tingle of guilt from pointing a gun at you. He knew he was justified, as the whole situation felt oddly suspicious, but Price was right, you weren’t giving any reasons to doubt you, and you were right as well, as you were heavily monitored to even try something out of the ordinary. His thoughts were divided between apologizing and don’t, both sides had good arguments in his head. So, showing up was a middle ground. An olive branch, sort of speak.
"You bake?" Soap asked in an incredulous tone, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"I know a few things," He answered before taking another sip.
"How come you never bake anything for us?" Soap asked again, this time sounding outraged.
"You never asked."
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kep1er Yujin please?
Fuck First, Study Second
Kinktober 2022 Week 1 - Uniform Sex
Kep1er's Choi Yujin x Male Reader Smut
4,838 words
Categories | sneakyboyfriend!Reader, student!Yujin, blowjob, easy access, riding, creampie, fingering, clothed sex, climbing houses (???) a pun at the end that's so fucking corny but it made me laugh so hard I had to include it
You might be asking, "Iz! You said you weren't gonna do Kinktober! What the fuck is this?"
Well here's my answer. I wanted to get back into writing and try out something new: consistency. Shocking, I know. Only in my version of Kinktober, it's done weekly instead of daily. So consider this my first ever Kinktober piece.
A pebble at her window wasn't enough to break Choi Yujin out of her study-induced trance. It was expected; once Yujin set her mind to revising—solving mathematical equations she once couldn't wrap her head around, or analyzing formulas that, with the last year of high school, have become excruciatingly difficult—there was no stopping her. And not even a large stone henge tossed at her room can snap her out of it.
So you have to resort to the classic Romeo type of surprise: climbing her house. Like some goddamned cliché desperado in chick flicks trying to impress the newbie girl. Or something like that.
If one were to put things into perspective, the comparison isn't far off. You are one of the best athletes at Kepler High. Despite the school being named after one of science's greatest role models and therefore focusing on the variant subjects of it, you had always leaned towards the basketball court. It's not that you were a hunk or anything. You are just infinitely better at sports rather than writing, which Yujin, being your polar opposite, excelled at. While she wrote essays and defense papers, you were out in the court playing with the rest of the varsity team.
So it isn't too difficult to cling to the thin pillar holding up the porch roof, and slither your way upwards like a snake. At least, not as difficult as it would be for kids who never exercise. In this situation in which they would normally be out of breath, you are still quite active, gripping the pillar like a koala to a branch. In the part where they would refuse to even climb a house, you are doing the opposite. That's probably why Yujin is a better student than you; she never gets into this type of trouble.
The lights of the first floor and every room in the second and last are shut, except Yujin's, despite the late time. She is studying for her finals the best she can, and being her boyfriend, you know she'd study her heart out till five. You think of how boring that must be as you try to lighten your steps on the roof to avoid the creaking, but of course there are still inevitable sounds. They are softer, though. Much softer than your cock is, the very thing that drove you to walk all the way to your girlfriend's house and give her a "present."
The darkness is the friend of your black sweater. You camouflage into the night naturally. You blend in so well that if her parents looked out the window to inspect the sounds, they'd think that they are being caused by another rowdy black cat. Praise yourself for thinking of wearing all black, and prepare another internal compliment to be able to walk across the thin edges to Yujin's window.
This is the part where you begin to get a little scared.
Climbing a house in the night is one thing, but crossing the edges lining the box-shaped building? That's another level that even your daredevil personality won't rank up to unless it's a matter of great importance that most likely won't happen out of the blue, like rescuing important documents or retrieving a cat lost in a fire.
You pause and consider your options. You can stop this and go home with blue balls and scraped knees, or you can continue doing this. However, the grass is greener on the downer side. One wrong move, it's going to be splattered red.
Think, dumbass, think.
Your decision is seen in the way you take a deep breath, holding on to the first window frame for balance, then step forward.
Don't look down, don't look down, don't look down—
Of course, you look down anyway.
Jesus fucking Christ, you curse, as you almost slip and fall off. The edges of your sneakers are barely holding on to the thin and short floor you're navigating. You swear that it isn't too high from the ground when you originally thought out the plan.
Going to Yujin's window, which is not far from the porch roof, is going to be harder than you thought. This is what horniness does to a motherfucker.
Press yourself against the outside wall of the house to calm yourself down. You can't bring yourself to close your eyes because you are afraid that putting your guard down will lead to scary consequences: Yujin's parents looking out from their own bedroom window and screaming their heads off, a neighbor spotting you climbing their house, or worse, some killjoy calling the police and erase any chances of you getting into a good college forever.
That's not going to happen. No, it won't. You will get to Yujin's window and get what you came for.
You are inching closer and closer to your beloved's bedroom, although your legs still tremble. You can't give up just now.
You are almost there. Just one more brave step. Just one more.
You are clinging to the wing-like structure of the mini window roof, comfortably setting your feet down on the table.
You are knocking on her window.
You are finally here.
Yujin is inside, lying on her bed with her stomach down and fingers pacing on the keyboard of the laptop she got for her nineteenth birthday. She is wearing a blue sweater, which you recognize as yours, and the plaid yellow skirt from school. It's late at night, yet she is still wide awake. Her bright eyes read the text material on her laptop screen, studying every detail and date there is that will be mentioned in the tests.
Knock your hand against the glass. She doesn't look up. Rap your knuckles four times a little more urgently, and she finally breaks out of her trance and directs her attention to her window.
At first, her eyes widen. She's suddenly afraid. Who is this guy? Why is he here? And why does he look—
But she recognizes your face after those few rapid-fire questions settle down. That is when her face changes to an expression of delight and shock. It remains on her as she leaps up from her bed and rushes to her window to open it.
"Oppa!" Yujin says. She's a smart girl; her tone is hushed to avoid her parents from waking up and she's carefully helping you inside to prevent you from (1) catching a cold and (2) looking stupid standing outside of her room. You step inside gladly. "What are you doing here?"
You hug her tightly. "Nice to see you too, Yujinie. Nice house," you add, although you've been here before a thousand times in the course of your three-year-old relationship, in secret and not.
She rolls her eyes. "Cute."
"Thanks, love."
"Don't love me," scolds Yujin, shoving you in the chest. She looks at her bedroom door fearfully to check if it's locked. It is; the circular contraption is shoved inwards. The fear in her heart still rages, though. "You still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?"
"I've come to see my baby, of course," you say to her. Pinch her cheek to prove your innocence."I figured she would need a little help for her finals?"
That's a lie. Yujin never needs a tutor for studying, much less her boyfriend who is a dumbass at writing. She can understand anything after just a few moments of reading. So, she sees right through your falsehood, as if she were wearing 3D glasses that made everyone's words transparent.
She narrows her eyes at you. "That's not why," she informs you. "Tell me what you're really here for."
Choi Yujin is annoyance personified. She's crossed her arms over her sweater, scrunched her eyebrows at you, while tapping her shoe expectantly on the carpeted floor. She's very serious about her education, and if something distracts her from it purposely, she will find out why they dared to, whether they like it or not.
You really wanted this to be a little softer at first. Maybe some sweet foreplay then a nice pounding into Yujin's bed. But no, she's furious, and you are sexually frustrated. And when two very different people meet and try to interact with these slightly different emotions, the outcome usually isn't rainbows and sunshine.
"Well, for one, these fucking earmuffs—"
—Yujin gasps as you take her roughly by the waist by one hand, and grope her slim thighs with the other, urging them apart—
"—this pretty neck—"
—your teeth dig into Yujin's pale skin, evoking a gaspy moan out of her—
"—and this tight cunt."
With no warning whatsoever, your fingers swiftly slide themselves inside her, pushing aside her underwear. Yujin's knees buckle, and she has to hold on to your sides to keep herself standing. And even with your body to support her, she remains atremble.
As expected, Yujin is tight as ever. Your fingers have to spread and fight to even be able to fill her up. She shifts and whines as you do so, biting down on her lip to let the initial pleasure reap through her.
Her tension does not mean she doesn't like it though. Look down and Yujin is circling her hips onto your fingers, filling herself up again and again, while her moans that she is so desperate to keep quiet reach your ears in the form of rough, husky sounds. You rub your fingertips at the velvety tight walls and smirk when they are met with a rush of wetness.
Yujin lets out a series of whimpers. Closing her eyes, she makes a quivering sigh. "God, okay," she whispers. Inside, she's euphoric because of your busy fingers, but she is also wondering why the hell she's so weak for your touch. She's never been like this around her exes! "I-I'll give it to you. All of it. I needed a break anyway."
"Thanks, babe." You reward her by kissing her on the lips, and of course, by fucking her snatch harder. She is so utterly tight, it's actually delicious. Just looking at her thighs wrapped in her lengthy socks press together to bear the first impact of your initiation is like a taste of heaven. "I owe you one."
"You owe me a lot, actually," she corrects you breathily. She's constantly on her toes because of your finger-fucking. "Seriously, what were you thinking? If you wake him up, my dad can just elimimate you from the face of the—"
"Shhhh."
You start kissing Yujin like crazy. Her hips are constantly convulsing on your hand at the added sensation of your tongue lapping at her lips. The two of you are so wrapped up in each other, so drunk in one another's touch, that Yujin actually knocking into one of the autumn-themed wallpapers comes as a sobering surprise.
"Ow," says Yujin. "Let's take this to the bed, shall we? Can't have you fucking me against these walls."
Well, that's disappointing. "You can, actually," you propose, raising your eyebrows and quirking them at her. But you take away your fingers from inside her and let her push you to her bed. Your back lands on a soft cloud-like mattress, complete with fluffy pillows and a teddy bear, which you turn your gaze to. "Or did you just want me to see this teddy bear?"
The pink teddy bear sits beside you with stitched eyes and a threaded smile. You can't remember if you were the one who gifted it to her or if it was her mom.
Yujin rolls her eyes while she undoes your jeans. "Why the fuck would a teddy bear play such importance in me wishing to have sex the classic way?"
There she is again with her textbook way of speaking. It's endearing, sure, but sometimes you wonder if that's the result of too much studying. Sure, after prioritizing education, one comes out as smart and knowledgeable, but maybe they also get out of school unable to speak casually.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe you rub yourself off on it when I'm gone."
"Oppa!" Yujin is surprised at your obscenity, even if you are literally about to have sex with her. Not to mention your rock-hard cock standing freely now that your bottoms are unzipped. Her blush is deep and bright.
"What? Come on. We all have those needs, Yujin. Why do you think I climbed a house for you? Maybe... just maybe, you ride this teddy bear. Tell him all your wants and needs that can't be fulfilled because I'm away."
It's the usual teasing between you and Yujin, but then her blush gives away something else. Something that says there is some truth in your words. That she does do that when you're gone.
"Oh, don't tell me you actually—" You are cut off by your own moan due to Yujin jerking you off with her tiny hand.
"First of all, she's a she," Yujin informs you. She remains narrow-eyed as ever as she jacks you off, circling her tongue around your head. "Her name is Betty."
"Ooh, didn't know you went both ways, Yujinie. Not that I have a problem with it, you know. I always saw you and Seungyeon and thought there was something between the two of you."
"Learn to shut up sometimes, okay?"
Yujin returns eye for eye, or rather, mouth for mouth. She laps at the underside of your cock, knowing it's one of your most sensitive parts, and licks at it sharply with only the tip of her tongue. You gasp loudly in response. Remembering Yujin's parents are only two rooms away, you bite your lip to keep quiet.
Yujin kisses your cock all over, peppering it with her chapstick-glossed lips. She makes sure to observe your expressions the whole time, verifying if you like what she's doing or not. You quiver at her licking your balls, and you have to resist grabbing her by her dark hair and downing her on your dick. All the foreplay is making you feel too hot. Damn Yujin and her talented mouth. Damn her for being too pretty and too kind.
Yujin is not an inexperienced girl. She knows how to suck a mean dick, and it shows a lot. She rubs your balls and effortlessly takes in the whole of your shaft, alternating in between breathing through her nose and through her mouth to puff hot breath on your cock. Whenever your head knocks the back of her throat, you groan pleasurably. Your hips start jerking by themselves when Yujin deepthroats you. Like her pussy, her throat is slick and tight. It constricts around you like cuffs. If you were in charge of everything, you'd take the keys to those "cuffs" and swallow it so you can stay in Yujin's mouth forever.
The tip is her favorite part. She teases her tongue on the underside of the mushroom-shaped tip. Her eyelids flirtatiously flutter at you, innocently and teasingly, as if she doesn't know the impact of that almost subtle action.
One active lick almost makes you cum. "Oh fuck, Yujin!" you cry out. Her innocent face isn't pure enough to hide her smirk, or the evil desires in her eyes which she performs: downing your cock all in one go repeatedly, licking and lapping whenever her tongue can, and sucking your tip like it were a straw.
The precum is good enough juice. "You wanna cum on my face," Yujin asks you, showing the white on her tongue, "or would you rather my pussy instead?"
"Is that a trick question?"
"Hmph. Fine. Let me give you a sample.
"Do you want this?"
"Jesus Christ," you mutter, as Yujin's tongue dances on your cock yet again, rubbing the right spots and licking the best places.
"Or is this better?"
Suddenly, she straddles you. Her panties tugged sideways, she teases her pussy on your dick. Never letting it directly penetrate her, she simply rubs herself on the head, making it stimulate her hard clitoris and spread her pink outer lips. She purses her lips and lets out a soft "Mmm!"
"Shit... Yujin, just ride me."
She nods sympathetically, but not without confirming, "Final answer?"
"Yes. God, yes. Fuck!"
Your swear jar is almost as full as Yujin is. She sits down completely on your rod. It pierces her insides in the best way possible. It's hard to keep up her dominant façade when it's just so perfectly big inside her. The guise becomes slightly transparent because of her delicious hiss of pleasure, and the silent plead you almost hear leaving her lips.
Yujin is entrancing, in every way there is. Every move of hers, though calculated to bring pleasure to both sides, seems natural. Her mouth falls open slightly to the heavenly sensation of your penis rubbing at her sensitive spots. Her hips sway sideways, as if she were dancing instead of riding you, and sometimes they rotate. Each direction brings the same pleasure but at a different height. Yujin's wetness is simply lube for it all.
It's like a wet dream come true, when Yujin lifts herself in the air, leaving your head barely inside, then slams back down on you, filling herself up again. "Oh!" she exclaims, eyes wide. Her cunt seals around you strictly to keep you in place. "You're so big, oppa."
"And you're so fucking hot." Your mind is only filled with Yujin in her uniform mounting you again and again. The way her skirt bounces and so do her subtle tits through her sweater make you crazy. How can a girl be so perfect and be yours?
Yujin humps your cock at a velocity that isn't too fast, but isn't too slow either. It's the perfect pace to appreciate the snugness of her cunt, on your side. On Yujin's, it's to let your cock veins rub a certain place inside her. That need is so constantly met that her expression is orgasmic, even if it has barely started yet.
The routine of her hips and the jiggle of her thighs in the process are dizzying. Tight as she may be, she relaxes her walls enough to let the rest of you inside her. She lets out a shuddering sob once it has completely filled her up. Her voice sounds higher now, almost at the note she reaches that makes her choir's harmonies perfection. Little did her choir teacher know how much bigger her range actually is when your cock is around.
Her hole involuntarily tenses and releases around your dick. "Hmph... haaah. Does that feel good?"
You are unable to focus on what she's saying. Yujin's cunt leaking and quivering is distracting you from makimg a decent answer. Luckily, there's no need for you to answer in words. Just your red face is enough to make Yujin smile her signature wholesome grin that is the very thing that made you fall in love with her.
Yujin's grinding eventually makes her frustrated. Yes, it feels good, and it is very pleasurable foreplay. But she's already so wet. She doesn't have time for anything else.
Yujin clenches around you as tightly as she can and resorts to rough and fast riding. "Hngghaaah!" she squeals, gathering your shirt in fistful balls. "This... feels... so much better—!"
Yujin can't keep up her tough façade any more than you can maintain your indifferent one. There's too many parts about this whole thing that make yout desires as transparent as day. For one, there's the size difference between Yujin and your cock is incredibly arousing. You have no idea how such a tiny body can take so much energy into doing this. When she bounces on your stick like the bunny she is, her skirt flies up, and you catch a glimpse of how much your cock is stretching her. Even with how tight she squeezes, it manages to pierce through the strictness of her cunt and hit her cervix. For some this action is painful, but for Yujin, it's everything but.
And another thing that just contributes to the deliciousness of it all are Yujin's wails of delight.
"Yes yes yes, yes!" she screams loudly when you take her by the hips and start slamming her onto you. Exhaustion accents her bounce, but you hold it off by thrusting her onto you like a doll. "Keep fucking me, oppa! Keep fucking me so hard I can't walk properly to school!"
That statement turns you on even more. Yujin is someone that by now you are aware won't even take a joke about her learning. Hearing her make such a bold statement, to indirectly say that school isn't that important when you are around, works you up so much.
Yujin is as light as a feather. Her extracurricular dancing activities basically guarantee that. So it isn't a big problem for you to suddenly stand up, your hands still wrapped around her sides and hips still diligently pounding her, then switch the positions.
Yujin is now on the bed instead of you. From here, you can see her cute face contorted into an expression of bewildered pleasure. Her legs are splayed far apart so that you can see her tiny pussy, and how your cock is spreading it to its limits.
But you don't care if you are too big for her. You're here to do specifically what she said: to fuck her so hard her legs give out on the way to school.
Holding her legs high in the air, you fuck her cunt like an animal. In this missionary position, it feels deeper, and ten times better. Yujin still wants more though; she inches her delightful cunt closer to your approaching and exiting shaft just to feel it stab her leaking lips even more. Her screams are as loud as the sound of slapping.
"Fuck! Give it to me, oppa!" Yujin's falsetto pleads deafen your ears. But you still take her as hard as you can. Your hands squeeze and caress her thighs while you lean down to coax Yujin into a deep kiss in an attempt to hush her down. After all, her parents are still in the house. In a drunken trance, Yujin obliges happily. Somehow, the kiss amplifies the experience even more, especially with how delicious Yujin's mouth is and how good of a kisser she is.
Her beautiful bed is ruined with her juices. If the teddy bear sitting across you were alive, it would have been greatly traumatized. But these are all factors that you dismiss. Your mind is too wrapped around Yujin furiously making out with you. Even when you pull her closer by her thighs to shorten the path to her juicy cunt, her hands remain on the sides of your head. They also tug you closer so she can feel your tongue deliciously swiping at her jaw and mouth. What was supposed to be a deep French kiss to quiet her down became a series of laps and smooches on her cheeks and neck. They do the opposite of making her quiet. They make Yujin feral.
"Hmmmm, mmm!" Her broken hums are like subliminals designed to make you want her even more. And if they are, you're pretty sure they're working. "Fuck, I'm close... don't stop!"
Finally, that's one thing you are asked of that you can do excellently. If you can't help Yujin out with her exams, then you can simply assist her in her carnal needs.
She does the same, too, without realizing it. The reason why you keep blushing around her at school is not just because of her prettiness alone, but that cursed uniform. It's been a kink you've tried to hide for so long, but now you let it all out. Besides, the fantasies you've had of fucking her while she wears it have finally come true. Maybe the house climbing risk is worth something after all.
Sex with Yujin is not frequent, but it isn't so seldome either. So throughout the times you found in your days to make love to her, you learned how to bring her there. It's a simple method: although one would think to go faster, you must stay at the same pace, applying more force in your movements. Then, you have to tease your thumb over the glistening little pear above her slit, and rub it up and down. All this you do, bringing Yujin's legs together at your back as she tries to get you closer. Her screams are becoming more insatiable than ever.
As you count down the thrusts that will lead to her orgasm, you lean down and snarl at Yujin, asking her, "Come on, Yujinie, aren't you afraid your parents will hear me fucking you? And they'll come here and ask us what we're doing?"
Your face being too close flusters Yujin. It adds to the redness in her face from the rough sex. Wide half-moon eyes staring up into you, she fires you a smile that is so sweet and innocent in the midst of your clashing sexes, and says: "I don't fucking care. If you're too pussy to do it with them, then just tell me."
That stuns you. Yujin has never dared you like that before. She's too sweet and kind to even playfully make dark jokes like you do. But now, with her menacing but attractive smile blinding your eyes, you take that as an opportunity to show why she should never even think of doubting you. Definitely not in the thing you do best.
Yujin is a smart girl. You're not so bad yourself, so you know exactly what she's doing. She's doing all this to get what she wants, which is her own orgasm. She's purposely riling you up solely to reach her high.
You know that, but you find yourself devouring her neck nest. You find yourself drowning in her screams and the goddamned uniform she looks so hot in. You find yourself fucking her harder, forgetting the classic method or her stupid old parents, reaching under her sweatshirt and pinching her tiny sensitive nipples. Her scream is the equivalent of fresh cold water in a desert. Maybe it is the desert's blistering sun that has surreptitiously melted all common sense and logic melts from your mind the way it always does when you're screwing Yujin, but each time it still feels like heaven. No, not heaven—somewhere in between heaven and hell. As if you were crossing on thin ice with a large smile on your face.
Your groans drown out your thoughts and leave room only for Yujin. Who wouldn't be drowning in her right now? Just simply looking at her, seeing her own adorable smile is gone and that she's losing herself, too, is enough to make you submerge yourself in the sea of pillows again to kiss her. They drive loud yells out of her that increase in stuttering volume. You hear the most deafening one when your angry thrusts are attemped to be paused by her cunt suddenly contracting.
"F-fuck, Yujin!" Shove your hips upwards and slam her to the wall her bed stands beside, which is luckily filled with more pillows. "Since when did you get so naughty?"
"Hunghhh, I don't know. When..." Choi Yujin isn't able to finish her sentence. The straight-A schoolgirl everyone knows and loves has erupted in your arms with a final yelp. With her plaid skirt hiked up to her stomach, you can perfectly see how you creampied her so well. You let out more than you thought.
As pretty as the view of Yujin's creampied cunt is, you suddenly remember something. The panic begins to rise in you. "Yujin, are you—"
"No, I'm not."
"What?"
"I'm kidding, silly," she answers. Her smile is so full of sunshine that one can forget she joked about you unknowingly impregnating her. "Of course I took the pill. I even shaved for you."
A surge of relief reaches your nerve-filled shore. It is only now that you notice her hairless patch. But observing it just brings you another question:
"Wait, so you knew I was going to come here to fuck you all along?"
Yujin smiled up at you and raises both her hands up dismissively. "I don't know~ I guess you'll have to find that out for yourself."
You would have. You really would have thrown a thousand and one more questions at her just to investigate a clue to what her truthful answer may be. You would have teased her and pleaded her to tell you more. All those things will now only remain as "would"s due to Yujin's concerned father standing at the door of his daughter's room, whom he has just now discovered is not as good as he thought she was.
"Waaa! Dada, what are you doing here?" is the last thing that reaches your ears.
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Wholesome Ego Headcannons
Hey look! I'm not dead! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I'm back at school and have been pretty busy. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these headcannons! -------------------------------------------------------
Mark -
• I see this man being very cuddley. At home if he's not working, he'll just cuddle up to you on the couch. Or if you're busy at your desk he'll just slip his arms around you and hug you. When you're out in public he'll usually just be holding your hand.
• He asked for your opinion on what color he should dye his hair every time he did so.
• Loves to bring you snacks if/when you stream.
• His favorite picture of you is of you and Chica laying in the grass on a sunny day (it's his phone's wallpaper).
• When either of you go on long trips he FaceTimes you to talk about both of your days.
Dark -
• You and Wilford are besties and will often try to get Dark to do something fun with you (sometimes it starts to become Wilford third wheeling but he doesn't mind).
• He uses rose petal cologne... I do not take criticism.
• He teases you sometimes just so he can see you flustered.
• He loves when you hang out in his office when he's working to keep him company.
• He will never admit it but he likes watching cheesy romance movies with you.
Wilford -
• If you ever get mad at him he'll leave and come back with food and puppy eyes.
• He'll randomly take your hand and slow dance with you in the living room.
• He loves nuzzling your noses.
• He loves to buy you clothes and when he sees you wear them he gets excited.
• Sometimes when he is reminded of Damien, Celine, and Actor, he has panic attacks. He'll lock himself in his room and curl up in the corner on the floor, sobbing. When this happens you knock a small jingle (to let him know it's you and he can let you in when he's ready) on the door and sit outside to wait. When he lets you in you'll hug him, tell him that everything is okay and that it wasn't his fault, and give him kisses to make him feel better. He doesn't know what he would do if he didn't have you at those times.
Yancy -
• In prison there's not much you can do for dates... but since you're with the man who knows every nook and cranny of the place he figures things out. At night he'll sneak you outside to stargaze and he can scare all the other prisoners out of the cafeteria at meal time and get the chefs to make you a nice dinner, he'll make sure you can be as happy with him as possible.
• If you share a cell he'll cuddle you when you're cold... or just because.
• He brags about you to everyone else, that includes the guards and the warden.
• He loves pet names, his favorite ones for you being 'buttercup' and 'doll'
• If he's ever insecure about his accent, you reassure him that you love it and that it's amazing the way it is. He appreciates you a lot for that.
Illinois -
• After a long day of adventuring, he loves relaxing with you in his arms as he reads a good book.
• When you steal his hat, or he puts it on your head, he takes a second to stare and take it how much he really loves you.
• If he ever finds out you had a crush on Indiana Jones at some point he'll implode... aka he'll get really flustered and probably get you in a bear hug the next time he sees you.
• This man loves plushies and you can't prove me wrong. If you give him a plush he will have it sitting on his bed and sometimes cuddle it when he goes to sleep. (+10 points if you spray it with your perfume)
• He likes to call you 'peach'.
Engineer Mark -
• He's a puppy. If you give him head pats he will do anything and everything to get more. You called him a good boy once as a joke and he wouldn't stop talking about it for a month. (His newest nickname from you is 'puppy')
• He loves hugs and physical affection and will constantly try to get hugs from you all the time.
• Celci doesn't understand why you want to date him but will admit that you look cute together.
• Whenever you need him to show you how to do something he'll place his hands on top of yours to show you. He doesn't really think about it but, once he sees you blushing a little, he'll blush and get all smiley.
• If you ever get hurt on the ship, even if its just a tiny paper cut, he'll panic and rush you to the medical room to make sure you're okay.
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