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azrielslightintheshadows · 6 months

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Payback is a bitch

Summary; Reader and Lucien have had enough of Azriel and Elain spending every day together so they make a plan to make them jealous.

Warnings; swearing, sad Az

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The house of wind was filled with laughter as the inner circle was having a dinner party. Everyone was there including Lucien and you, only your mate Azriel was missing, today is the day of his return from the mission Rhysand sent him so you knew it wouldn’t be long before he arrived. You glanced at Lucien, your throat felt dry as you thought about your plan again. Lucien looked at you and sent you a wink, a silent indication that everything was going to be alright. You felt bad for what you would make Azriel and Elain go through, but they deserve it. Ever since Elain was made Azriel has been by her side, spending most time of his days with her. You knew that nothing was going on between them, Rhysand and Feyre had asked him to do it because his presence was always calming and that’s what Elain needed. You also noticed the looks Elain was giving to Lucien for the past month, it was clear that she would like to get to know him, give him a chance. You also knew that Azriel loves you more than anything and he couldn’t even think of his life without you by his side. But it became a habit for them to hang out together and they couldn’t notice they were hurting you and Lucien.

“They are together in the garden. Again.” Lucien said, his voice filled with rage.

“I know…” you replied with a sigh.

“I can’t stand it anymore y/n, we have to do something…”

“I have an idea…” he gave you a curious look and you continued “next time we all are in the same room we will spend the whole time together…flirting…”

His eye widened “I do not have a death wish…”

“I won’t let Azriel hurt you, we just need to show them how we feel every day” you rolled your eyes.

You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the familiar beating of wings and boots hitting the floor of the balcony. You moved your chair closer to Lucien’s and he smirked. Azriel walked in the room, his cheeks rosy and hair dishevelled from the flight. The moment he spotted you his lips turned into a smile, and he crossed the room with long strides grabbing your jaw and leaning to leave a kiss on your forehead. You smiled at him and turned to Lucien, “How long are you going to stay here?” you asked. Azriel’s smile turned into a frown by the lack of attention. You bit your lip and grabbed the table in order to stop yourself from jumping on him to apologize and tell him that you love him and only him.

“About 2 weeks” Lucien replied and turned his body so he was facing you, showing everyone that you had his full attention. Not even a glance spent on Elain who was watching you like a hawk.

“Maybe you can show me around the city, I’ve been here so many times, but I’ve never explored.” He continued noticing your body language and encouraging you.

“Yes of course, it would be my pleasure” you purred.

Azriel was now sitting next to you, his expression a constant frown. He turned to Elain, who paled and stared at him with a panicked expression. The others seemed to notice too and were glancing at the two of you as they continued their conversation.

You spent the whole dinner flirting shamelessly with Lucien, caressing his arm and laughing at everything he said. Azriel and Elain were silently watching you, and at some point everyone else was just staring at the four of you. Azriel was shaking and you could swear that you heard one of his siphons cracking. Lucien must have heard it too because he gulped and pushed his chair back to create some space between the two of you. You knew Azriel was patient, and it would be hard to get a stronger reaction from him. Yeah, you were wrong… He stood up knocking his chair back, in a blink he had thrown you over his shoulder and ran to your shared room. Everyone’s jaw dropped they had never seen him acting like that. He threw you on the bed, his shadows filling every inch of the room and his scarred arms were tight fists by his sides.

“Stay here.” He growled and turned to walk out. “Where are you going?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“To fucking kill him” his voice was lethal, each step he took seemed to tremble the house. You jumped in front of him, placing your hands on his torso gently pushing him back until the back of his knees hit the bed. You expected him to take a seat like he usually did when you pushed him like that, but he moved to the side, his hands pushing through his hair.

“Don’t fucking do that” his voice was raw and filled with pain.

“Az talk to me, what’s the matter?” you asked wanting to make him say how bad it hurt him so you could make your point.

He scoffed “What’s the matter? Are you serious right now?”

“If you don’t tell me what’s bothering you, I will just go back downstairs and enjoy the rest of the night with our friends” you replied and crossed your arms.

“Like hell you are” he shouted “You know what’s bothering me…. My mate almost fucking fox boy on the dinner table in front of everyone is bothering me” The ground was trembling by his power, and you were half expecting Rhysand to burst in and order Azriel to calm down before he levelled Velaris.

“Are you kidding me? I was just talking to him because no one else did. I was just trying to be nice” “I’m not stupid” he snarled. “You were fucking flirting” he paused and narrowed his eyes, he studied you for a moment and then he took a step back.

“Wait a second…. You suck at flirting…what the fuck was that?”

Now it was your turn to scoff “Thank you” you rolled your eyes.

“What-the-fuck-was-that?” he asked again pausing between each word.

“How did you feel?” you questioned him cocking your head. He didn’t reply, he just shoved his emotions through the bond. Pain, anguish, jealousy, sadness.

“That’s how I feel every day” your voice was soft.

“Why?” he croaked.

“Because you spend most of your time with Elain, and I miss you” you stared at your feet.

“That’s why you did that?” he questioned. You only nodded.

“I didn’t know you felt like that angel, I’m so sorry.” He grabbed your face, his thumbs caressing your cheeks, you leaned into his hand turning your head to leave soft kisses on his scarred palm.

“Fuck I was an idiot, I just wanted her to feel like she had someone she could trust in this side of the world…I didn’t even think how it would make you feel.” Tears threatened to leave his eyes.

“It’s okay…we’re okay.” You whispered and hugged his waist pressing your cheek on his chest.

He leaned his head on yours, his wings embracing you both and keeping you safe from the rest of the world.

“Payback is a bitch” you giggled earning a chuckle from him before he threw you on the bed and jumped on top of you tickling you.

“Yes, it is” he laughed as you squealed.

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m-jelly · 4 months

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All I need - Chapter 7

@ladycheesington <3

Levi x fem!reader

Future Fic, Romance, Drama & Romance, Falling In Love, mafia, Gangsters, Love, True Love, Fluff, Protective Levi, Possessive Levi, suggestive moment, mentions of injury.

In this chapter: You get a little emotional when the Ackerman family are overly protective of you. After returning home you face off against someone from your past.

Part 8

Hurried footsteps pattered against the wooden floor towards you as you happily baked in the kitchen. It’d been a week since you left the hospital and you were still recovering, but you felt rather strong. There was a dull aching now and then, sometimes there was blood and other times where you couldn’t walk at all. However, today you were feeling pretty good. So, you wanted to prepare a nice baked selection for Levi because he was out working to catch the shooter.

The hurried footsteps reached you and a sweet flora scent came from the person next to you. Soft hands grabbed yours and stopped you from working. You glanced at the concerned person to see it was Kuchel. You gave her a reassuring smile, but it did not change the look on her face. A sinking feeling filled you, you just knew this wasn’t going to be good.

With a gentle touch, Kuchel pulled you back from the counter as if you were going to break. “You should be in your chair.”

You gave her another smile. “I feel really good today. I just wanted to do something for Levi. He deserves something delicious.”

“You are not allowed in this kitchen.”

“But I feel fine.”

She moved you to your wheelchair. “You are not fine. You had a whole new spine put in. You’re doing too much and it will damage your body more. Levi will be distraught if you damage your body more.”

A cry crept in as you felt ashamed of yourself. “I understand, but I don’t like being stuck in bed all the time or the chair. I’m supposed to move around for therapy reasons. I just wanted to bake something for Levi.”

She pushed your chair down the hall to Levi’s room. “You are not stepping foot in my kitchen again.”

You lowered your head. “I just wanted to bake. I thought just one time would be okay.”

“It only takes one time for damage to be done that cannot be reversed.” She put you in Levi’s room. “Stay in here. You worry me so much.”

You fought your tears. “I’m sorry, Kuchel.”

She sighed a little. “It’s still too soon and you’ll be able to bake and do everything else you want once you recover. This is for your own good. I’ll finish off your baking for you. Do you want a drink?”

You shook your head slowly. “I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Let me help you get into bed.”

“I can get in.”

She held your upper arm. “I’ve got you.” She moved you to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Here we go. Now, take a seat and lie back.” She saw Hades walk over from his bed. “No Hades, you can’t get on the bed you will hurt her.” She smiled. “All right, all better. Rest well.”

Once Kuchel left the room you felt tears stringing your eyes. Kuchel was wonderful and caring, she was a dream mother but you felt a little suffocated. Not only had Kuchel been all over you and overly protective, but so had Sebastian, Vincent and Levi. Even the smallest movement was policed by them. It was like you were this bird trapped in a cage of love.

A gentle whining from your side grabbed your attention. You turned your head to see Hades staring at you. You smiled a little and patted the bed. “Please, get up here with me. I need someone.”

Hades jumped up onto the bed and partly lay on you like he knew exactly what you needed. He nuzzled close to you and huffed a little as he relaxed. When you smiled at him his tail thudded against the bed. He leaned into your touch as soon as you fussed him.

While your emotions ate away at you and Hades tried to provide comfort, Levi was in the middle of interrogating someone with the help of Erwin and Vincent. Levi was filled with rage and he was trying so hard not to lose control of himself. They had finally tracked down the sniper who hurt you and Levi. However, in Levi’s mind, all he could think about was this man hurt you, he didn’t care about himself.

The sniper was begging for mercy and forgiveness. Fear consumed the man as Erwin and Vincent questioned him, but his eyes were on Levi the whole time. Rumours had spread in the city long before Levi had met you about his insanity and strength, now there were more stories because he seemed to have gained more strength after you. You had become Levi’s great strength.

Levi had enough of the man’s begging and whining. All the sniper was doing was making excuses, but not actually condemning a single person. Levi needed a name, he wanted a confession. Levi shoved his sleeves up and clenched his fists causing his muscular tattooed arms to bulge. Not a word was spoken from Levi, he was just too angry to even utter anything. Levi was hurting because you were, so he wanted to hurt someone.

His fist collided with the sniper’s face with a loud crack. The sweaty and warm body of the sniper hit the metal floor so hard that he bounced a little. Before the man had time to mentally register what was happening to him, Levi grabbed a fistful of the man’s shirt and began hitting him over and over. Though Levi had no cybernetics in his hands, the force at which he hit was as if he were some mechanical beast.

Reason fluttered through Levi’s head causing him to stop hitting the man. He panted a moment not from exhaustion, but because of the anger that he was trying to contain. Levi inspected his cut-up fist. “Names. I want names.”

Vincent squatted before the sniper. “I would tell him if I were you. The woman you shot is his fiancée, someone he is deeply obsessed with and in love with. You fucked up big time. It would be in your best interest to talk.” He smirked. “He’s holding back because of her. I know my brother. I’ve seen the things he’s done.”

The sniper shook in place. “She wasn’t the target, Levi was. My job was to kill Levi, but he moved at the last second.” He stared at Levi. “Almost like he knew at the last minute. Is he some monster?”

Levi moved closer. “Wanna find out?”

The sniper felt a cold fear shoot through him, but Levi’s communicator went off and whoever called made Levi demonic look to become so gentle and soft. Watching a murderous look turn into something so soft and loving was scary. “Who? What?”

Levi softly said your name. “My cute little bunny! Are you okay?”

You whined a little. “I umm…I won’t be at your parent’s place when you come home. I’m leaving.”

Levi felt panicked. “What? What do you mean bunny?”

“I left. I packed some things and left with Hades.”

“Where are you?”

You sighed. “I’m home. I’m at our home. I just…I love your mother and father a lot, but at your parent’s place, I felt like a wounded bird being locked up in a tight cage with eyes on me always. I couldn’t do anything.” You sobbed a little. “I wanted to bake you some delicious treats and I wasn’t allowed to. I know your family means well. I know your family is concerned. I know I almost lost the ability to use my legs, but I want to do things for myself.” You sniffed a little and wiped your tears away. “Sorry, I feel awful for crying and complaining about this all. I just…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“I’m on my way home, my bunny. I’m coming to you.” He hushed your cries. “It’s okay. You have every right to be upset. Please don’t be sorry, okay? You’ve done nothing wrong. My family is overly protective, you know how terrible I am for it too. How about I come how and we bake together? I’ll give you lots of kisses.”

“But you’re working. It’s okay grumpy. I just wanted you to know I won’t be in your room at your parent’s place. Have a good day at work, grumpy. Love you.”

He walked away from the group as he lovingly said your name. “I love you, my beautiful bunny. I’m coming home to you, okay? You need me. I’ll be home in a bit.” He ended the call and turned to Erwin. “I have to go home, my bunny needs me.”

Erwin nodded. “You need to get home to her. We’ll sort this out.”

“Get a name.” He turned from his friends and made his way back home to you. “Poor bunny.” His heart longed for you. He wanted so badly to fix the pain in your heart. He understood what you were going through, his family could be overly protective of people they care about and he was rather bad for it too. “My little bunny.”

As soon as Levi’s car pulled up you had a sinking feeling within you. You didn’t want to hurt him or his family. You felt terrible. As you gazed at the door your vision blurred once Levi entered with flowers in his hand. “Mm.”

Levi hurried over to you. “Bunny?”

You shook a little as you fought your emotions and lowered your head. “Mm.”

He dropped the flowers and threw his blazer before picking you up and holding you close. “Don’t cry, please don’t cry. I’m sorry. Whatever it is I did I’m sorry. I’m a terrible fiancé and you deserve better.”

You clung to him. “Don’t ever leave me.”

He hugged you tightly. “I won’t.”

“I love you.”

He showered your face with kisses. “I love you so much.” He carried you to the sofa and sat down with you on his lap. “I’m sorry you felt suffocated.”

“I know everyone is just worried about me, I know and I feel shit that I ran and got upset.”

He cupped your face. “Don’t be sorry for your feelings, we’ve gone over this before my darling.”

You released a long sigh. “You’re right.”

“Do you want kisses?”

You nodded and whined a little. “Please.”

He showered your face in kisses before crashing his lips against yours. “You ready to start baking together?”

You smiled brightly. “Yes!”

He moved you to the kitchen. “You get a few things out and I’ll just put your flowers in water, then I’ll let Hades out in the garden.”

“Okay.”

Levi blew you a kiss and walked away from you allowing him to call his mother. “Hey, ma? She’s home with me.” He glanced over at you. “She’s okay, she just felt a bit…yeah, you’re right…no don’t be sorry, okay? She knows you love her and she loves you too. She’s independent and she has been for so long, so it’s hard for her to have someone fuss over so much. No one is to blame.” He chuckled. “You don’t need to send her anything…mum…mum…mum, don’t send her all that.” He laughed. “Love you too mum. I’ll take care of her, don’t worry. I’ve got this…mum…mum slow down…it’s okay, you’re just full of love. I’ll talk to you soon, okay? Love you, bye.”

“She’s upset, isn’t she?”

Levi turned and gazed at you. “How did you sneak up on me? I’m a bad boy member of the deadly Ackerman mafia.” He pulled you close making you giggle. “Sneaky little bunny.”

You hugged him. “The sneakiest. So, she’s upset, right?”

Levi kissed your forehead. “No, she’s just worried about you. She loves you and she almost sent you a vanload of gifts.”

You giggled. “I’m glad we’re okay. I feel bad for running.”

“She understands and is sorry for being very possessive of you.” He blushed. “Now you know where I get it from.”

“I do.” You nibbled your lip. “Speaking of possessive. I want to get a tattoo of something dedicated to you.”

Levi’s heart raced as a tingle of pleasure went through him. “R-Really?”

You nodded. “Yes. Now, time for baking!”

You sat up on Levi as he tugged on the restraints, seeing him below you and panting from pleasure after he just emptied himself deep inside you was arousing. Even though you were tired from the body-shaking lovemaking, you knew you needed to rest. You dragged your nails down his pecs and purred at him. “Are you getting hard again inside me?”

Levi’s cheeks became pink. “Uh…yes…”

“I’m flattered.” You kissed him before pulling off him. “But we must rest because we’re both still healing.”

He tugged on the ties. “You’re right, but I hate being apart from you. Being inside you is a deep and wonderful pleasure.”

You pulled on your panties, your night dress and then your dressing gown. “I love it too.”

Levi huffed. “Bunny? I’m still tied up.”

Your fingers danced down his body as you hummed. “I know.”

He hummed a laugh. “Bunny, don’t make me rip out of this and hunt you down to spank you.” He saw the look on your face. “I shouldn’t have threatened that, you’d want that, right?”

You bit your lip as you mewled. “Yes. Chase me grumpy.”

Levi growled a bit before yanked his arms hard causing the restraints to break. “Hop along little bunny.”

You squealed in delight and ran out of the room. “The big bad wolf is free!”

Levi yanked on his bottoms before sprinting after you. “Come here little bunny! It’s time for spanks!”

You screamed a bit and ran outside into the lush garden. You looked back to see Levi was right behind you. You ran around the pool allowing you to get some space between you and Levi. For a moment you thought you were free because as you glanced behind you Levi was gone. A mixture of pride and sadness filled you. However, as soon as you entered the living room you were tackled and lifted off your feet.

Levi growled at you. “Got you. You really think you could escape me?”

You giggled as you looked at him. “I’m a good little bunny. You wouldn’t hurt a good little bunny, would you?”

He pretended to think your words over. “Hmm. I wouldn’t.” He sat down and put you over his lap. “But you’re not a good bunny.” He pushed his fingers into your hair and tangled them in place before lightly tugging. “Naughty bunny.” He smacked his hand against your bum causing you to cry out with a mixture of joy and pleasure. He smirked a little. “You know, the sound you made then made me think that maybe you enjoy being naughty just so I’ll do this.”

You kicked your legs a little. “Maybe.”

He spanked you over and over, each moan and cry was delicious to him. “Learned your lesson?”

You pouted a moment. “Yes.”

“Good girl.” He rolled you over before sitting you on his lap. “Love you.”

“Love you.” You hugged him and hummed with happiness. “What are the plans for today?”

“I think we should relax.” He looked down at you. “I’ve pushed your body too much today. I know it’s been a month since you’ve healed up, but I worry.”

You slipped off his lap. “I think we should have a nice snuggle session and some time in the pool would be good.”

Levi smiled at your suggestion. “I think so too.”

You leaned over and kissed him. “I’m going to go to the shop. I’ll take Hades with me.”

Levi whined a little. “Thant could be dangerous.”

“Levi, you have been the target, not me. I’ll be okay alone.”

He released a long sigh. “Okay. Don’t be long and text me along the way, okay?”

“Promise!” You hurried to the bedroom and pulled on a classy nice dress, then paired it with a thin robe. You gave Levi many kisses before leaving him. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too!”

Hades jumped into the car first and then you climbed in after. Having someone drive you around was odd, but you were part of a power family and someone had tried to kill you, so you needed it. It was strange how much had changed for you. You went from a terrible boyfriend who put you into debt and living on barely anything, to being engaged to the son of the most powerful family in the city while living in an expensive flat. Even though you had been shot, you were incredibly happy now and the life you lived was perfect. You were looking forward to your future with Levi.

You climbed out of the car and looked around as Hades climbed out. You moved to the convenience store in front. As soon as you slipped inside you were in heaven. The shelves were filled with all the things you loved. It didn’t take long before your basket was filled with noodles, snacks, cakes and drinks. You paid for everything and left with a spring in your step.

Hades stopped and began growling at someone. His fur was up as he growled deeper with more rage. Knowing your dog very well, you turned and looked over to see Hades growling at Ariana and Danny. It was strange seeing your ex after so long, the last time you saw him was in the old apartment you shared and you were cuddling and kissing, but then in the morning, he was gone. It looked like everything had gotten to him because he looked a little rough, he’d grown out his stubble and his hair was a bit longer.

Danny brightened up at seeing you. He moved closer as he said your name. “You look incredible.” He flinched when Hades snapped at him. “Aggressive dog.”

“He’s my guard dog. He protects me from bad people. Why are you here?”

He smiled a little. “I’m back. I’ve fixed everything and now I’m back. I wanted you to meet my mother.”

You released a long sigh as you got ready to say something you’d been building up. “No. You didn’t fix everything, I did. You owed the fucking Ackerman family thousands and because you weren’t here, they came after me. Lucky for me, Levi was a kind man and found another way I could pay him back for you fucking everything up. One thing led to another and we became a couple. I’m going to marry Levi.” You stared at Ariana. “Besides, I’ve already met your mother and she’s a fucking bitch. She hired a sniper to shoot my Levi and as a result, shot me!”

Danny’s eyes widened. “You were shot?”

“Have a new spine too.”

He turned to Ariana. “You shot her?”

Ariana gave a strained smile. “I would never hurt the woman you love.”

You flipped her off. “Fuck you, you bitch. You hurt my man. I look forward to the day when the Ackerman family break you.”

Danny stood between you and Ariana. “Hey! That’s my mother.”

“She’s cruel and evil. Do you know what she did to her first child?”

“First?” He backed up. “I didn’t know. I thought I was an only child.”

You shook your head. “No. Vincent Ackerman? He’s your half-brother. You share the same mother. She beat and tortured him, but Sebastian found out and took Vincent away. She was desperate to be rich and famous. She never cared about her children. When we were a couple, you never spoke of her and when I mentioned my mother, you pulled a face as if you had mummy issues. She abandoned you until she wanted something from you. She’s using you to get to the Ackerman’s again.”

Danny lowered his head. “She…”

Ariana placed her thin hand with long nails on her son’s shoulder. “Don’t listen to her. You know I love you.”

He glared at her. “Do you? You left me with father and you only sought me out again recently. You knew I was in debt to the Ackermans. You knew.”

Ariana let out a nervous laugh. “Let’s go home.”

“You wanted to come here. You said she was here.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m leaving. I have a wonderful lover to get home to.” You returned to the car and let Hades in with you. “Damn woman.”

Hades whined a little as if he could sense that something wasn’t right. He perked up when you fussed him showing that you were okay. All you wanted was to go home and Hades wanted it too. A tingling was going through your back meaning you had pushed it a bit too much, but you also were thinking it was linked to seeing Ariana and Danny. Adrenaline was just pumping through your body.

You closed your eyes for a moment as the car moved. Once you pulled up at the house you climbed out and hurried inside to see Levi was tapping on his communicator. “Are you getting ready to call me?”

He blushed hard. “Maybe.”

You giggled at his blush. “Well, I’m home now and I brought all our food.”

“Perfect.”

You placed it on the kitchen counter and hissed a little. “Fucking back.”

Levi picked you up. “Darling bunny, you need to sit down.”

You kissed his cheek a few times. “Okay.”

He placed you on the sofa and moved to the kitchen. “I’ll make the noodles for us both.”

You gazed at Levi with a happy sparkle in your eyes. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome.”

You nibbled your lip as you thought over a few things. “Levi, I need to tell you something.”

He handed you a drink. “You can tell me anything.”

You lay back on the sofa and told him all about meeting Danny and Ariana. “Don’t worry, they didn’t hurt me but it seemed like Ariana was very nervous. She didn’t want Danny to know what she did to me.”

Levi clenched his jaw a little. “How did Danny seem? Sasha told me he’s rather handsome.”

You frowned a little. “Sasha told you? Why did she tell you? What do you mean?”

He gulped. “I uh…I’ve been watching him. I asked Sasha to follow him and locate him. I was close to getting him, but Ariana got him.” He winced a little. “You’re mad at me, right?”

“No.”

“Disappointed?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m…I’m flattered. You hunted my ex because he hurt me. I kind of want you to catch him.” You purred at Levi. “I wanna know what you’d do to him.”

Levi sat next to you and began massaging your legs. “Well, I’d break his hands and fingers for touching you in intimate places. I’d cut his dick off for being inside you. I’d gouge his eyes out for looking at your pretty body and face.”

You mewled in delight. “That’s hot.”

Levi dragged his hand up the inside of your thigh and lightly brushed your underwear. He smirked as you moaned at his touch. “I’m glad you find me so arousing.”

You panted a little. “Touch me more.”

“What kind of touch do you want?”

You leaned closer and kissed him. “Light touches. Touch the inside of my thigh more, touch my breasts and bite my neck lightly.”

Levi helped you pull your arms out of the top part of the dress and pulled it down. He admired your chest covered in lovebites. He smiled as each breath you took caused your breasts to heave in your bra. He dragged his tongue up between your breasts as his fingers tangled around the edge of your panties. He tugged on your panties and pulled you to straddle his lap.

You hummed a little and removed your bra for Levi. You tangled your fingers in his beautiful soft raven hair before pulling him close to you. You shivered as his tongue flicked your nipple before taking part of your breast into his mouth. You held Levi as you felt so much love towards him. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the moment as you just connected with him. You gasped and pulled back from Levi.

Levi looked up at you with his tongue out. He frowned a moment. “Love?”

“The noodles!”

He blushed hard. “Oh!” He helped you put your bra and dress back on before he raced over to the kitchen. “Just in time!”

You giggled. “Delicious!”

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the-present-is-a-gift-au · 3 months

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Chapter 26: In Which Darkrai Asks a Question

Twig sent back a note that she had some loose ends to tie up before she could visit Kip, hoping that the note would buy her some time thanks to how she hadn’t specified a day she’d be coming back to Treasure Town. Ark, confusingly, almost elected to stay home when she ran to the post office to deliver it. She told him she was heading out, and he replied with a distracted hum. Confused, she asked if he wanted to come along, and he seemed to snap awake and rushed after her out the door. He watched everyone and everything with a strange look in his eyes as they made their way through Verdant Village— somewhere between sorrowful longing and bitter anger. Whatever it was in his gaze, it wasn’t the awkward, distant sort of cheerfulness she was used to from him. He wasn’t regarding everything with a wide-eyed awe— it was a narrow sort of scrutiny that didn’t fit on Ark’s face.

Honestly, he seemed a bit ticked in his distractedness. There were moments he was almost irritable— not enough to truly be called irritable, though, because this was Ark she was talking about. He just seemed a bit… short. Maybe a little snippy in how he responded to her questions about if they had enough food to make it to the next weekday market. Not enough to qualify as rude, but he was colder than usual.

Weird. She could look past it though. She had her moodier days— he probably was just going through one of his own.

She ignored all of that, but she couldn’t look past him asking her that long-dreaded question as she sorted through the groceries she’d grabbed on the way back from the post office, glad to finally be home. “How long were you planning on keeping this up?”

She set down an oran berry she was examining for bruises, confused. “What the heck are you talking about, man?”

“How long did you intend to lie to me?”

“Dude, I’ve never once lied to…”

Oh.

She recognized the chilliness to his tone now, the coldness of his gaze. She recognized the way he postured himself and seemed to take all the light out of the room with his presence.

It all belonged to Darkrai, of course, and fit so poorly on Ark.

Suddenly a number of things made sense— the fact that he knew Kip had a cowardly streak, the way he spoke as he asked her about joining Team Venture, even the way that he held himself these past weeks— Darkrai remembered. He remembered, and he was mad. Twig had never once seen him upset. Never ruffled, never perturbed— Darkrai was always calm, always cool, always collected, and never the picture of burning cold rage before her.

She should be terrified. Something in her was definitely cowering at the sight of Darkrai so furious before her, but she managed to hold her ground despite the coward in her begging to run. She was tired. Maybe she was ready to die if it meant she could get some rest.

“Your answer?” He demanded.

She tried to come up with some pacifying response to give him, but could only summon the truth. She was tired. It had been a long time of lying to keep people safe. She had already messed everything up. Why not get some stuff off her chest before she kicked the bucket? “I was going to keep it up as long as it took.”

“You fully intended to keep my past hidden from me, tucked tidily away for all of time?” He loomed over her— or more like he tried to, at least. Twig didn’t back down.

She gave him a weary glare. “Can you blame me?”

A long, tense silence filled the air. It felt like if she reached out a claw, she could pluck it like a string.

“Are you going to kill me?” She asked.

Conflict flashed across his face.

“Just get it over with already. I’ve been waiting for this to happen. Might as well get it done after all that waiting.”

“I’m not—”

“Not what?” She spat. “Not the type to get your hands dirty? Too bad. If you leave me alive, I’ll tell Kip and Cresselia— everyone— and we’ll be stuck in the same situation we started in. You’ll face off with us in Dark Crater, I’ll end up cursed or whatever that arm thing you did was, and you’ll end up without your memories again or something. I don’t care. Just get it over with.” Tears pricked at her eyes despite her frustration. “I’m tired. I’m done. I blew the shot I had at keeping everyone safe and getting a friend while I was at it. So kill me.”

Again, that conflict flickered across his features. He scowled and seemed to ready himself to deal that mortal blow… but he vanished instead, melted into the shadows. She could sense he was still in the room, judging by the heavy atmosphere that surrounded him remaining, but he was gone without a visible trace.

Twig got the feeling he didn’t want to talk. Too bad.

“You’ve got the perfect opportunity here, man. It’d be kind of stupid to pass it up when I’m literally telling you to get it over with.”

Silence.

“You’d be doing me a favor, you know,” she murmured.

No answer.

“… How long have you remembered?”

The heaviness in the air crescendoed, and then it lifted. He was gone.

Twig wondered why he left without finishing the job.

#the present is a gift au #pmd explorers #pmd fanfic #pmd fanfiction #pmd eos #pmd fic #pmd2 #pokemon mystery dungeon #pmd sky #pmd

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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hi can you please write a Yelena x reader where reader has had a bad day so Yelena comforts her?

Rage Room

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Summary: After a bad couple of days, Yelena offers to help you release built up tension.

AC: I originally wrote this as a platonic relationship but it kind of went it’s own way…I hope you enjoy!

Been a part of the Avengers has its perks but it’s also draining, mentally and physically. It didn’t matter that you’ve been a part of the team for almost 5 years, you still weren’t used to the days when everything would catch up to you. Always making sure you put your all into everything you did from training to taking missions no matter how big or small, the constant feeling of trying to prove your worth to the team always got to you. Never did you have to prove yourself like you think you did, the team loved you and you are family to them but maybe it was just something you did to keep yourself distracted.

You got along with everybody well, some better than most. You considered Yelena one of your closest friends, even though she wasn’t technically apart of the Avengers you both still managed to grow closer.

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“Earth to Y/n” Yelena clicked her fingers in front of your face as you stared into the distance. “Huh? Oh sorry” you blinked to refresh your eyes. “You’ve been spacey a lot lately. Is everything okay?” she asked in her thick Russian accent. “Yeah, just fine” you poorly lied causing Yelena to frown at you. “Want to try that again?” she offered.

You sighed, “I’ve just been stressed a bit lately and today just isn’t one of my best”

“Is it something I can help with?”

“I don’t think so…I mean, I’m just tired like all the time…then I start to overthink everything and read into people too much like this morning I swear Tony was mad with me over something so that’s been playing on my mind a bit and then yesterday Natasha refused to take me on that week on mission her, Clint and Kate just left for which just made me overthink more – “

“Natasha didn’t let you go because you’re overworking yourself in training and you barely rest” Yelena pointed out after cutting you off.

“That’s crap!” you spat, “I’ve just been trying to get rid of this built-up tension I have!”

“Overworking yourself isn’t going to do that but I know something that would”

“Yelena, I don’t want to sleep with some random just to feel better” you tilted your head at her.

“What? No, that’s not what I meant” Yelena shook her head, “even if you did have sex, I don’t think that would do much” she joked.

“Ha ha, very funny” you rolled your eyes.

“Have you heard of a rage room?” she asked.

“I have but I’ve never been to one. I didn’t see the point when I could just work out?”

“Do you want to come with me to one? I go once a week, helps for full that need to break shit!”

You thought about the offer for a moment, everything else you’ve done to try and help yourself clearly wasn’t helping so you agreed, and the next day Yelena took you a rage room.

“Here’s protective eyewear and a helmet for protection” the receptionist smiled handing you the protective gear. Once you and Yelena put on the protective gear you were both shown to two separate rooms. “You guys can have a room each or share, completely up to you. Everything is set up, have a blast” the young woman smiled. “Thank you” you replied as she walked away.

“What do you want to do? Share or separate?” Yelena turned to you. Shrugging with a pout, “whatever you like” you replied. “Honestly, I want to see you smash shit up so let’s just share” she smirked before opening the door.

The room was filled with breakable things like glass bottles, old kitchen appliances, old televisions, and some random statues. The walls were covered with random pictures that were spray painted and the floor had evidence of past customers letting out their rage.

“Go on, what are you waiting for?” Yelena handed you a sledgehammer with a long handle. You couldn’t help but give her a smile, taking the hammer from her and walking up to a flat screen television. “I just hit it?” you asked just to make sure.

“Y/n, we’re not leaving until this room is covered with shattered glass and plastic” Yelena replied.

With that, you took your first swing at the television causing a large shatter to the black screen. You swung again, quickly finding the fun in the activity.

“Is that all you’ve got? Come on, give it a good hit!” Yelena encouraged as she took back and watched.

“I am!” you looked at her over your shoulder. “Let everything out here. Everything that’s made you worried, stressed, pissed off, whatever, let it out here. You can be as loud as you need” Yelena explained.

With all the thoughts and things that have made the past few days terrible you finally let all that built up tension and emotions out. Smashing everything in sight, screaming at the item before swinging, cursing at anything that got in your way.

After a while, the room was almost covered with broken glass shards and what not. “That’s better” Yelena chuckled as you wiped the dripping sweat from your forehead, “feel better yet?” she asked. Your cheeks were red and warm as you nodded, “heaps!” you smiled.

Yelena returned the smile, “whenever you feel like your run down again let’s just come here and let it out, yeah?”

You nodded, “I like that and thanks Lena, for you know, I know you don’t like being praised but it means a lot that you look out for me”

“You’d do the same for me” she brushed off your comment, “wanna give the other room a hit?”

“Sure!”

To Kate it was no secret that you’d been crushing on Yelena for some time now, but you understood how she closed off she was to the idea of relationships. Every time the two of you spent one-on-one time together you felt your feelings grow bigger for her and so did the frustration of being too scared to tell her how you felt. Yes, you’ve had a few bad days but you’ve only being overworking yourself to try and get Yelena off your mind and yet here you were, at a rage room with the woman you’ve fallen for and she doesn’t even know.

“Wait…Lena...” your lips had a mind of their own, Yelena turned back around “Yeah?” she smiled softly. Your heart started racing, you felt like you were sweating more than you originally were, your eyes searched hers for a reason to stop yourself, but you found nothing but nervous, butterflies in your stomach rising. “Y/n, are you okay?” Yelena tried snaping you out of your thoughts. You didn’t reply, too lost in her green eyes to even notice her lips were moving. If Kate was here, she would’ve given you a light elbow to the arm to snap you out of your trance.

“Okay…I’ll just meet you in the other room” Yelena turned back around, taking a few steps away from you.

“I… I think” you stuttered catching Yelena’s attention again as she turned back to face you, her face covered with concern, “I think I’m in love with you” the words fell from your lips leaving you in shock at what you’d just said. Yelena looked almost as shocked as you did, her eyes falling to your feet quickly.

“Lena…I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to blurb that like that… j-just forget I said anything” you stuttered once again in a panic, “I’m just going to go…I’m sorry” you added quickly before Yelena could say a word. Dropping the hammer to the floor and removing the protective Yelena stopped you, gently grabbing a hold of your right arm. “Do you mean it?” she asked, now her eyes searched yours for an answer.

You nodded lightly, a soft “yes” confirmed her question. A smile tugged at her lips as she released you from her grip, “Then why would you leave?” she asked.

“I… I thought you’d…I got embarrassed” you admitted.

“I like you too” Yelena took off her helmet.

“You do?”

She nodded, “I just thought you were into Kate, so I never said anything”

“Kate knows how I feel about you” you replied causing both of you to chuckle lightly before silence filled the messy room “Sooo…” you looked up at her.

“Ca-can I” Yelena stopped herself and took a deep breath, “can I take you to dinner tonight? If you want…” she smiled nervously.

Your heart felt like it was jumping out of your chest, “yeah, I’d like that” you gave her a warm smile. The both of you looked at each other like two young teenagers in love, both filled with butterflies and thoughts ran with nerves that only added to the excitement of finally going on a date.

“Screw it, do you want to get lunch now instead?” Yelena spoke up, you quickly nodded, “please! I’m starving” you replied.

#yelena belova #yelena belova x reader #marvel #black widow #hawkeye #fanfiction

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f3mcelbambi · 13 days

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index to story time part 2:

¹ 19.4.24 (journal entry)

i’ve been reading gone girl and have found myself very driven to amu. she is me. but if she is, who is my dear nick? anam of course. recently i’ve realised that we are nick and amy. and it has made me very sad. every time i read the book i can’t help but think “anam would relate to this” “this is how i feel about anam”. i mean, is that why i have this strong detest for nick? he’s already made extremely unlikeable, but there’s something about him being so aloof and unself aware that just painfully reminds me of her. it makes me hate her. everything she’s taken from me. i put on a show for her. i was her “cool girl”. i liked everything she likes. i put up with her behaviour until i cracked. i became the demanding and nagging housewife. then she found herself a new, fun, hot, younger version of me. she admitted to me in what she thought was a heart felt paragraph that i was her manic pixie dream girl. i made her fall into the road of self discovery. i made you “question your mentality”. i “helped” you. she kept reinforcing this idea that i am what eliza is not, that i don’t come with “pressures” or “expectations”. i am not “toxic”. she is thrilled that i “never gave up on her even when she did things to aggravate me”. you know what nick and any deeply have in common, they pretend as if they don’t understand, as if not aware, but in reality they do, they just don’t care enough to change. i am pretending to be the perfect girl for her, i fill all the emotional and psychological needs she lacks, but it is not enough. how dare you make me feel as though i’m not enough for you? she even had the mind to call herself “the other woman”. i cried when she told me that. not because i felt sorry for her, but intense rage

² To my dearest Anam,

There are 44 days until the end of your exams. That’s 1047 hours. Within those 1047 hours, I would only be able to speak to you for 6 of them. 6 hours Anam? That’s not even enough hours for someone to sleep. The rest of those 1041 hours I’d spend thinking of you. Dreaming of you. I mean I’ve already spent the last 45 hours with you on my mind non stop. I can’t stop thinking about you. I never have. I always think of you. Waiting till the clock strikes 12 on Sundays. Counting down the hours and minutes until I can talk to you again. But I cannot bear it anymore

I physically cannot function without you. I don’t know how to live. And you may think that just because I don’t text you it means I don’t miss you. But you couldn’t be more fooled. Since I no longer have you, I find ways to reach you. I stalk your airbuds and laugh every time I see you’ve listened to Lana del Rey. I check your location even if I know you’re in a lesson. I even love to see when you’re revising because at least I know you’re alive. I’ve thought about you more in these last 45 hours than I have thought about my A Levels which are in 9 days. I couldn’t even revise today because I just couldn’t get you off my mind

I can’t imagine waiting till 6pm at the end of the week for you to maybe not be available. I text you at 6, then it’s 6.05, 6.20, 6.47, 6.59 and before I know it our time is up and we must pretend to be strangers again. I cannot do it. I won’t. I hate having to walk past you like I don’t know you. I can’t even do that. If I see you I try to walk the other way because I just cannot imagine having to pretend not to know you. Yes we are still friends but we cannot share what makes us bond and what makes us closer. We have been watered down to acquaintances. To stare aimlessly and to be shut off from the world for 167 hours of the week. Just for my world to re open at 6pm on a Sunday. It is a crime of murder. You murdered me. You took my life away from me just to hand it to me in crumbs and suggest that I should be okay

I can never be okay

Let me end my weekends hearing the sweet sound of your voice. Let me hear you laugh. Let me hear you speak. Let me hear how your week has been. Let your voice bury itself into my brain and let it rise in my sleep. Let me dream of the same you I once had my eyes open to see. Take a dip into my dreams once we have said goodnight to each other. Let us say goodnight. Let me wish you sweet dreams. Sweet dreams of me. Let me tell you how much I love you. How empty I feel without you in my arms. And how much I crave you. I don’t want to start my evenings ending my conversations with you. I want our conversations to run far. Far away. So far that we don’t bother to find them. Let them loose. Forget it all. Does it even matter?

Anam you are under the false awareness that you think that I don’t want to text you. Whilst I physically restrain myself from my phone. I don’t text anybody. Because I’m scared that I’ll see your message. And I’ll miss you too hard that I’ll find myself running back to you. For you to dismiss me again. It’s for the better, you say. And I know it true in my heart. But it all seems pointless when I don’t have you. I’ve re read everything countlessly. And I’ll read and read and read until I can recite fluently. I bite my tongue at texting you. I hold back. When all I want to do is drown you in my words of yearning. I’ll suffocate you. I’ll smother you. But you’ll die to hear it. You’d die to hear my words because you know the cycle will repeat. And you cannot stand it too. But if you wish Anam, I’ll text you before the sun rises and after the sun sets. I’ll text you in lesson even though I can see you. I’ll text you every time I miss you but you are forbidden to be surprised when I never stop. I’ll tell you all about my day and we will run out of things to talk about by Sunday. but I don’t mind

My darling. My baby. My prettiest princess. I love you more than Lady Persephone loved Hades. That she waits till spring to be blessed on the over world. I’ll wait for you too. I’ll wait for you forever. But you have to be fair. You cannot leave me bare handed. Give me the substance I so rightly deserve. Give me just the evening. A couple hours of your time. And I promise you I won’t disappoint

Yours sincerely

Jordan

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roseempresschronicles · 1 year

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A Mouthful of Air: A Story That Sounds Much Like Ours

Trigger warning! This movie and post do show and/or discuss self-harm, severe mental illness, suicidal ideations, suicidal attempts, suicide, and child abuse.

I’m not sure how many of you have heard of and/or seen the movie A Mouthful of Air with Amanda Seyfried. I was led to watch the movie and when I tell you the tears were effervescently flowing from my face I.. KID…YOU…NOT.

For a general synopsis, the movie is about a children’s book author who is struggling with motherhood and postpartum depression. The movie discusses the anxieties, fears, and traumas that haunt her throughout the course of the movie. The movie also touches on her fears regarding having a daughter due to her own experiences and fear of inadequacy.

As someone who suffers from complex PTSD, I resonated deeply with this movie. From the constant anxious thoughts that something bad was going to happen to my baby to me being completely out of it during childbirth that everything was literally a blur.

I gave birth to my daughter in September 2019. At the time I was 21 years old and my pregnancy was not ideal. Don’t get me wrong, my daughter was planned. However, the things I experienced such as hospitalization and surgery due to an enlarged kidney stone unable to pass were far from what I would call an ideal pregnancy.

Just like Julie, I managed emotionally and mentally even with the hospitalization scares and other adverse events that took place. Everything changed after I actually gave birth though. I felt like a constant failure to my daughter. I wanted to breastfeed, however, it was so draining pumping while working 40 hours a week from home and taking care of a newborn during that time. My support system as well as myself all worked daytime jobs, however, I was the only one working from home so naturally baby stayed with me all day.

Like Julie, I had been struggling with my mental health since I was in elementary school. My first suicidal attempt was made in 6th grade. However, no one was aware. I was very good at pretending that I was okay even if I wasn’t. I can remember being so sad, so angry, and so hurt. I would scream and cry into my pillows so no one could hear me. I felt so alone and I was so lonely because no one knew what I truly felt inside. A Mouthful of Air. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t breathe, other times I didn’t want to breathe. I’ve attempted to smother myself with pillows, choke myself with a belt, and hold my breath as long as I could because I was in so much pain. My young mind could not wrap my head around the things I had experienced and I was filled with so much fear, hatred, and rage. A Mouthful of Air. I felt voiceless.

All of those childhood memories that I tried my hardest to bury and forget came resurfacing in phases. New trauma and old trauma were blended and mixed to create a beautiful disaster. An upheaval, destruction. A dark knight of the soul. I was fighting for my life in 2020. Not just through COVID. Through postpartum, Complex PTSD, lies, frenemies, family, my mind, the past, my trauma, and my fears. For a long time, I felt like I was fighting a losing battle. I couldn’t see the stars anymore. All I could see was fog and mist and dust. I did not think that I would make it, however, Spirit nudged me along the way. I fell a lot, I crawled, I scooted, I kept moving centimeter by centimeter until I got to the here and now.

I want to encourage you and let you know that despite all that you’ve been through the stars are never gone. The light that shines within only dims it never fizzles. Keep moving, get therapy, set boundaries, feel your feelings, express your fears, and then conquer them all. You are not alone mama, you are never alone. We are here with you, we hold space for you, we love you, we innerstand you, and we are rooting for you to make it to the other side where you can truly see the sun shine.

-Rose Empress Chronicles 🤍

#postpartum depression #healingjourney #complex ptsd #motherhood #childhood trauma

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slightlyinsanemind · 2 years

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I’ve spent the day thinking about what to write about today. If I should write about how I felt but I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Today my emotions were running rampart, unbound, completely wild, more than I could handle. Sadness, anger, rage, frustration, uncertainty, defiance, arrogance. They do that sometimes, not as often as a few years ago but still, it happens. As it should. I’m a defender that emotions are the purest manifestation of ourselves so holding them back, restraining them, feels unnatural. So when they are wreaking havoc inside my mind I let them. And externalize it in any way I see fit.

So, realizing I could not decide on one emotions to talk about, I changed my mind. Instead I’ll talk about me. About the last 8 years of my life. The time where my emotions and my own character went through countless storms until it made me the person that I am today.

So sit back, grab a cookie and enjoy a peek into my insanity. And let us rewind to 8 years ago. Actually, it should be even more, but I’ll just cut it a bit shorter. 20 year old me. So full of anger, rage, frustration. Sadness, grief and desperation. There was a girl… of course there was a girl. The one that, until a few months ago, was the one person I’ve loved more than anyone else. Even more than my ex-girlfriend. Well, long story short, things didn’t exactly went well. And because of such I began my downwards spiral into some dark and depressing… depression. The truth is that for months I couldn’t look myself in the mirror, for weeks I’d just start crying, sometimes even having to turn away from people so they wouldn’t notice the silent tears that for no apparent reason would start to run down my face. A year later my personality was completely changed, I became a shadow of what I had once been. A hollow thing, just existing, wishing for death. It lasted for 2 years.

Fast forward to 2016 and I find myself in university. Who’d have thought, right? Me, a careless idiot that never gave much of a shit about studying, was now trying to do something to get his life better. Sadly, emotionally I hadn’t gotten much better. Or any better in fact.

And so it cost me dearly. I lost friendships with people that I loved. All because I had forgotten how to be a decent person. I’d let all my old anger and depression get between us. During our second year a colleague of ours died. It was devastating… I tried to be there for my friends but I didn’t know how. Hell, who would I help? My way of dealing with emotions was screaming my lungs out and punch the walls until my knuckles were bloody. Not exactly healthy is it?

When it came to the end of classes thing were not well. Between me and them. The people I loved the most. One of them told me that all the pressure and the stress was driving us all apart, but I knew it was a lie. They just left me behind. And I accepted that, for I believed that was my role. That I had been a part of them when they needed me and then being left behind was ho it was supposed to do. So I played my role as the outcast. I left, never said goodbye to anyone, just a distant memory of times gone by.

In the summer of ’19 I found myself in Barcelona for what would be the best and most important 3 months of my life. The turning point. The first month as filled with conflict and turmoil, much like the past years. I’d cry, I’d scream, I’d spend hours walking around just thinking about everything. So, quoting a game that resonated with me because of its story (God of War, might write about that one day) “do not be sorry, be better”. It sounds a lot easier than what it actually was. So the following 2 months were only the beginning. I began making peace with myself, trying to understand all the thing I’d done wrong in the past many years, blaming myself for things that were not of my control, putting myself down at every turn, never thinking of being worth much. When I returned I met with 2 of my old friends. We didn’t make up or anything, I guess my anger was still very much just under my skin. So we just parted. And we haven’t spoken in over 2 years. Yet, I still love them. Does that make me a fool?

Cut to the present, and as I’m writing this, I’m talking to the girl I love, who is also going through her own difficult times. Darling when you read this, I hope you can maybe, just maybe, take something from it. We are not what other people make of us. We are what we want to be. And you… you are the most beautiful creature in all of creation. Tsk, look at this, I’ve managed to include you in something that was going to be entirely about me…

But the truth is that I couldn’t be who I am now without you. Remember when we almost stopped talking last December? That was my definite point into realizing what I wanted. Because I was once again falling into my old patters, and it was looking like all that progress that I had made was for nothing. Yet you forgave me, and it only made things between us better, it brought us closer. You had once told me “when we started talking, getting to know each other more, I lowered my defenses” I kept thinking back on those words, how could I have betrayed that? I hated myself for it. It was then that I knew. That was the final piece in the puzzle, one that I hadn’t noticed was missing.

So yeah… here I am now. Still far from being the person I truly desire to be.

But much better than I was. Now I look myself in the mirror and I like what I see. Not just this cute face, but everything else. A mix of kindness and rage. Love and hate, mixed together perfectly. Not being controlled by neither of them but also not turning back from them either. I wield both as necessary. I enjoy giving my love and kindness to good people but also harnessing my anger towards those that try to wrong me. And never losing class, we can’t be having that can we? A feral little kitten, certainly, but losing my manners? Preposterous.

Truth is… looking at all of me, all the wild emotions, the insanity, the beauty of myself, of what I was and what I’ve become.

I love what I’ve become.

I’m finally having the inner peace I’ve longed for so long.

I finally have…

Acceptance.

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queen-haq · 3 years

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Fic: A Woman Scorned - Part 16

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Rating: R for language and smut.

Words: ~3100 words.

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

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

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

gif credit: @benbarnxs

Part 16

You were straddling Billy, riding him, your hips undulating atop his body. His fingers tightly gripped your waist, getting ready to take charge so you were underneath him, but you refused to submit. Instead you grabbed his hands and pinned it above his head. As you hovered above him, he arched up to kiss you but you shifted back, instead staring down at him intently. He growled at you before he rolled over unexpectedly, taking you along with him.

As he thrust into you, harder and rougher each time, you began to slide off the bed. In your new position, you caught sight of Adam on the floor. His corpse was wrapped up in a rug, only his head sticking out-

“Hey.” Billy pulled you up so you were now sitting across his lap, facing him. “Look at me. Only me.”

Only a few seconds ago he was biting you as you clawed at him, both of you desperate to possess each other. Your movements had been savage, animalistic even, but now Billy was kissing you languidly, his hand brushing the back of your hair while the other settled on the small of your back. You were directing the rhythm of the thrusts now, setting a slower pace so you could fully enjoy the feel of his cock stretching your insides oh-so-tantalizingly. Your forehead braced against his, you closed your eyes and lost yourself to the flood of emotions that overcame you.

***

It was after midnight. Billy had come home with you and both of you were in bed, you nestled against him while he spooned you from behind. Even though you were tired, you couldn’t sleep. Your brain was working overtime processing everything that happened in the last few hours. He stirred next to you, dropping a tender kiss on your bare shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he murmured. You may have been fully alert but he sounded absolutely exhausted.

“Are you sure they’ll be thorough with the cleaning?”

“Yeah.” Throwing his arm over you, he covered your hand with his. “These guys are not amateurs. They know what they’re doing. There won’t be any traces of us left in that room.”

“And Adam’s body-”

“Will be disposed of.”

“But how do you know you can trust these guys? What’s stopping them from blackmailing-”

“’cause money talks, babe. That crew is very well paid.” He squeezed your palm. “I’ve used them in the past. No trouble yet.”

With his military career you were already aware of his violent past, but you also sensed he had a long hit list aside from that. When he’d realized your plans for Adam, he hadn’t been remotely shocked at the idea of you killing another person. In fact, as you stabbed Adam repeatedly, Billy had looked at you with such pride and reverence that it had left you breathless.

“What we did tonight, you know what that means, don’t you?”

His voice brought you out of your reverie. You exhaled a deep breath, drawing circles on his palm. “That we’re bad people.”

“No, we’re survivors. We take down anyone who gets in our way.”

“He didn’t come after you,” you reminded him. “You didn’t have to get involved.”

He turned you around to face him. “Nobody threatens you and gets to live after that.”

Your heart pounded in your chest. When he looked at you with such intensity, you were almost ready to believe anything.

He cradled your face, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “We’re connected now. Forever. Because of tonight.”

You didn’t understand how his words could evoke such conflicting emotions within you. On one hand your stomach fluttered with excitement, he was saying things you’d wanted to hear for a long time, but then there was the fear. Doubt. Uncertainty. You forced a smile, hoping some levity would lighten the situation. “You make it sound like we’re married or something.”

Disgust flooded over his face. “Fuck, no. Marriages end. One day you’re bragging about being in love, next it’s all over. It’s not based on anything real. But we are.” He reached for your hand, which was resting on the pillow between you and him, and intertwined his fingers through yours. “I saw you tonight, the real you. And you saw me. No pretenses, no boundaries. And you didn’t run. You didn’t even flinch.”

“Neither did you.” You lifted your eyebrow. “You were rock hard.”

“I always am around you.”

His words made the heat rise in your cheeks, which he noticed right away. Giving you a teasing smile, he leaned in closer to give you a peck on the cheek. “Are you blushing?”

“Shut up.”

Billy’s eyes remained locked on you, simply staring at you with sleepy eyes. “I don’t like who I was when I thought I lost you. I couldn’t eat, couldn’t work. Every time I closed my eyes I imagined you fucking this other guy, kissing him. Even the thought of you talking to him made me want to burn it all down.”

Your heart ached at how tired he looked. Scooting closer, you started massaging his forehead. When he closed his eyes, you dropped a gentle kiss on each of his eyelids, the beauty mark just below his right eye, before snuggling him tightly in your arms. “Sleep, Billy.”

“You’ll be here when I wake up?” he murmured drowsily.

You smiled. “It is my apartment.”

He didn’t respond, already fast asleep. You tried to do the same but couldn’t; there were too many thoughts running around in your brain. You had assumed you’d feel guilty about taking a life; you didn’t. You remembered the vicious, contemptuous anger in Adam’s eyes when he’d held you at gunpoint, and how he’d threatened to kill others in your team, and all you felt was relief. Relief that he was dead and no longer a danger to you.

Billy stirred next to you, drawing your attention. You reached out to hold him, your touch feather-light so as not to wake him up. He looked calm and peaceful, unlike the haunted and distraught way he appeared earlier in the hotel room. It was still hard to digest that he’d been so unhinged at the thought of losing you. But the thing that resonated with you the most was that he hadn’t been able to hurt you despite all of the anger he’d felt. Growing up the way you had, you were always on alert for things to turn violent at any moment. One wrong comment or an innocent gesture - hell even a lone pair of sock on the floor - had the potential to trigger your father’s temper and turn things violent. During those moments his rage was uncontrollable, and as a result you always worried about how people reacted when they were furious. The fact that Billy hadn’t hit you even though he’d been completely enraged made you realize you were physically safe with him.

Maybe emotionally as well. For so long you’d had difficulty believing he could reciprocate your feelings yet you couldn’t ignore how devastated he’d been. Nor could you rationalize away his emotions. It still felt surreal but he did truly care about you, and the thought filled you with warmth and made your heart soar with happiness.

You brushed your lips against his, hoping Billy’s comforting presence next to you would help you relax. However, fifteen minutes later sleep still alluded you. Eventually you decided to do something useful and work instead. Carefully sliding out of bed so you didn’t disturb him, you tip-toed out of the bedroom. Immediately you felt the soreness in your body, an after effect of the rough sex you had with Billy in the hotel room earlier. Grabbing a nearby throw, you were soon nestled in your favourite spot on the chaise lounge, working away on your laptop.

An hour later you heard footsteps behind you and you turned around to find Billy yawning, clad in boxers, his hair all ruffled.

“Why aren’t you in bed?” he grumbled.

You scooted over to give him space to sit on the chaise but he seemed to have other ideas in mind as he took a seat behind you. You found yourself settled between his legs, your back nestled against his chest, as he caressed down the length of your arms.

“I couldn’t sleep. Figured I might as well do something useful.”

“What corporate shit are you working on?” he teased, playfully grabbing your laptop to look at your screen. You smacked his arm right away, shutting the screen and pushing the laptop away.

Billy purposely rubbed his face against the base of your neck and you started giggling at the sensation of his prickly beard on your bare skin. “Stop,” you whined. “It tickles.” you squealed loudly, trying to jump out of his arms but he held you in a tight grip.

Finally he stopped, and as you struggled to catch your breath, you slapped his arm playfully. “You’re such a jerk.”

He chuckled, hugging you tightly from behind. “That’s for ignoring all my calls since Tuesday.”

“I’m still not unblocking your number,” you retorted. His beard scraped along your shoulder, making you squeal again. “Okay, fine. Sorry!”

“Swear that you’re not gonna block me again.”

You turned around in his arms, resting on your knees as your arms looped around his neck. Smiling down at him, you nuzzled your nose with his. “Swear that you won’t act like an asshole again.”

“Can’t really do that.”

“Exactly.” He tucked your hair behind your ear. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the tender affection on his face, the warmth of his gaze spreading slow, languid heat throughout your body. “You should go back to bed. You still look tired.”

“I’ve had a rough week.”

You pouted your lips. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“Want to make it up to me?” he asked, cocking his eyebrow at you.

”How? By sucking you off?” you teased, running your fingers through his hair.

“Move in with me.”

Your hands stilled on him, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. At first you thought he was joking but the solemn expression on his face made you realize otherwise. You moved away, putting much needed distance between the two of you.

“That’s not funny, Billy.”

Maintaining a rigid posture on the chaise lounge, he shrugged his shoulders. “Not meant to be. I’m dead serious.”

“You know that’s ridiculous, right?”

“Why? ‘cause I wanna keep you safe?”

“The threat is gone. I took care of it.”

“We took care of it,” he said pointedly. “A threat which you didn’t even tell me about.”

“I explained that to you already.” Feeling defensive, you started pacing the floor. “You promised you’d have your guy stop tailing me.”

“Sure. As soon as I know you’re not gonna keep things from me again. You moving in will help with that.”

“So if I don’t move in, you’ll have me followed 24/7?” Anger surged through you, you were so furious you wanted to scream. “That’s fucking blackmail.”

“Relax. No need to be so dramatic about it.”

You grabbed the closest cushion you had and flung it at him, enraged by his patronising tone. “We barely know each other-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he interjected, finally moving to stand up. His eyes were pitch black, his jaw clenched. “You and I killed someone tonight! You took my hand, my knife, and we stabbed the bastard in the heart with it, together. We fucked while he drew his last breath and now you’re feeding me this bullshit?” He stormed towards you. “No! I’ve seen your darkness and you’ve seen mine. There’s no one else in this world that knows us better than we know each other.”

You shook your head, flabbergasted by his reaction. “This is insane. I can’t move in with you. We haven’t even gone out on a real date because you said I was boring!”

“If you believe that then you really are a fucking idiot!”

You stiffened, his words ringing in your ear. Fucking idiot. Something your father used to call you repeatedly, his tone full of hate and vitriol when he lashed out at you. It started with a fucking idiot then spiralled into bitch and whore and everything else hurtful under the sun. You swore to yourself you’d never accept being spoken to like that by another person yet here you were, being insulted again by someone who was supposed to care about you.

You retreated back from Billy, careful to keep your distance from him, and leveled him with a cold glance. “Don’t you ever talk to me like that again.”

Your voice may have been deceptively calm but there was a storm brewing inside you. You desperately needed some space. As you moved away from Billy and headed to the kitchen, he tried to block your path but you immediately pushed him away. “Don’t touch me!”

You quickly sidestepped past him and entered the kitchen, heading for the cabinet where you kept your bottle of whiskey. Pouring yourself a glass, you slowly sipped the liquid to soothe your frayed nerves and forget the memories Billy had just unleashed in you.

***

Even as the words left his mouth, Billy knew he’d made a mistake. He regretted what he said instantly, even more so when he realized how much the words had stung you. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain but he couldn’t seem to help himself. The more he tried to hold on to you the more you slipped through his fingers.

After giving you a few minutes to calm down, he entered the kitchen behind you. You were standing in the opposite corner, drinking the hard stuff, which further signalled how shaken you were. Billy knew Scotch wasn’t something you enjoyed, you only drank it when you were messed up.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I shouldn’t have said that. It won’t happen again. I swear.”

You didn’t acknowledge him, and it hurt like hell.

“When I think about you pulling away from me, it makes me lose my mind.” He swallowed audibly, desperately trying to get through to you. “I’m all in when it comes to us but it feels like you always have one foot out the door.” He took hesitant steps towards you while your eyes still remained on the countertop, refusing to meet his gaze. “I keep fucking up but I’ve never felt this way before. I don’t know what I’m doing. I just can’t lose you, Y/N.”

“I’m not built like you, Billy,” you finally spoke, turning to look at him. “I have doubts. I’m constantly dealing with insecurities. It takes me time to trust people, and I just can’t rush into things head-on.”

“And I’m someone who hustles. I go after everything I want with guns blazing. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have Anvil.”

“But I’m not a thing, Billy. I’m a person, and you can’t push me into doing stuff I’m not ready for.”

He exhaled a resigned sigh. “I know. It’s ‘cause I get paranoid when it comes to you. You’re a closed book and you never tell me anything.” His eyes scanned yours, his stomach clenched with anxiety. “I don’t even know how you feel about me.” It was the first time he’d voiced that thought, something he didn’t even realize he felt until this very moment. You wanted him, that he knew, and you’d even confessed you loved him once but he didn’t really believe in that bullshit. What mattered to him was if you needed him as much as he did you. The idea of not having you in his life drove him insane, but did you feel the same way? He didn’t think so and it bothered the fuck out of him.

You set your glass down on the counter before reaching out to cradle his face, your soulful eyes meeting his emotional gaze. “I want to be with you, Billy. I like you so much that it scares me.”

Your words brought with them a tidal wave of relief that swept over him like a calm breeze. It was like he could breathe again. He pulled you close, his forehead against yours as he simply held you. “Don’t be scared, babe. I don’t bite.”

“That is a complete fucking lie,” you retorted. “I still have the marks from earlier to prove it.” Your smile faded again as you held his stare. “But I need you to be patient with me. You can’t bully me or get mad if I don’t want to rush into things.”

He nodded his head. “I won’t.”

“I’ve only ever had myself to rely on. And the thought of trusting you? Relying on you? It scares the hell out of me. Because there’s always a voice in my head that’s reminding me I need to go back to being alone when we end things.”

“I need to kill that voice.”

You chuckled, reaching out to loop your arms behind his back. “It shuts up eventually. It did in the hotel room when I saw how fucked up you were without me. That’s when it sunk in you actually do like me.”

“It took you that long to believe it?”

You gave him a sad smile. “Yeah. You did tell me I was boring.”

He groaned right away, regret washing over him. He should never have said those fucking words to you. “You’re not boring. You’re smart. And hot.” He kissed your left cheek. “And sweet. And funny. And mine.” Then the right cheek. “And when you lecture me about cybersecurity, I get so hard.”

“Whatever. You’re the one who wanted to know more about the topic,” you grumbled.

He grinned, giving you a tender peck on the lips. “I can listen to you talk for hours and hours-“

“Shut up.” You pressed your palm over his mouth.

Wrapping his arms around you, he lifted you off the ground and started carrying you back to the bedroom. “Forever actually, if you’re naked.”

“Not once have I lectured you naked.”

He dropped you on the bed. “Yeah, exactly. Time you start.” He jumped into bed, rubbing his beard on your face again as you started squealing.

A few minutes later you were both panting for air, staring up at the ceiling. “Just to make it clear, I’m not moving in,” you huffed through laboured breaths.

He turned to look at you, smirking. “Fine, but I’m taking you out tonight. Proper date and all.”

The most beautiful smile graced your face. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You were a ray of sunshine beaming up at him and Billy’s heart felt so full he worried it would explode. If he could, he’d freeze this moment forever.

Part 17

A/N - As always, your wonderful feedback is what keeps me inspired to write and post consistently. I was initially nervous about this chapter because the characters experience a gamut of emotions but it was necessary. I hope you like and enjoy this chapter. Feedback, as always, is very much appreciated and feeds my soul :)

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fairyaali · 3 years

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hello love! Can I please request a somewhat spicy sub!chat noir x reader? Maybe where the reader is kinda feeling him up and leaving him hickeys and he’s a purring and moaning mess? Maybe he’s begging her to keep going and who is she to say no to such a sweet baby kitty? If that’s not too much of course😌 tysm

Hello bb ! I hope that this satisfied your sub! Chat needs hehe (i know it satisfied mine so) I really love how this came out and maybe i’m willing on continuing another part from here) Thank you so much for this request ! <3

Pairing: Chat Noir X Reader

Warnings: NSFW, characters are aged up in college here :), swearing.

Tags: Sub!chat, Dry humping, begging.

This is how it all went down. He saved you from an akumatized villain. He flirted. You flirted back. Then you guys started hooking up.

You didn’t understand why Chat Noir would do this with a civilian but like every other person on this planet, he has his needs. He would knock in a pattern on your window so you knew it was him and you would let him in, you’d talk for a bit, ask each other about your day until one of you breaks and pushes the other on the bed or against the wall. He was good in bed. Very good. You knew you’d never grow tired of this affair. To top it all off after you both finished you’d sit in bed and talk about all sorts of things. Aliens, Conspiracy theories about the media, gossip about people and sometimes he’d even play Mario Kart with you.

There were no strings attached. You both made it clear from day one. There couldn’t be. You both didn’t have the time for a relationship, you both didn’t have the energy for one so you simply stuck to the title ‘fuck buddies’ until one of you decides to back out. This night was different though. A smile didn’t appear on your face when you hear the familiar knock on your window because you were stuck cussing at your computer screen and rubbing your head in frustration. You had an essay to explain Shakespeare and his works but for some reason you kept deleting all that you’ve typed because you couldn’t put your thoughts into words.

He knocked again, quickly this time. “I know you’re there, beautiful.” His voice was muffled through the glass.

You huffed and put your laptop on the bed before stomping to the window. You opened it and were met by the hero grinning at you. You, on the other hand, didn’t have a pleased look on your face.

“I’m not in the mood Chat.” You state and were about to close the window again but he held it to stop you from closing it.

“Ma Belle, did I do something wrong?” He asks, a frown on his face.

You shake your head. “No, I just have this stupid essay that I’ve been trying to type out for the past four hours.” You sigh and make your way back to your bed, rubbing your temples.

He follows you inside and closes the window behind him.

“Maybe I can ease your stress for a little bit.” He says, a smirk on his face.

You simply shoot him a glare and he chuckles nervously, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay. No sex. Got it.” He sits beside you and looks at what you’re typing.

“You know you can leave right? If you’re horny you can go to your other side bitches.” You say as you type away, your eyes glued onto your screen.

Chat purses his lips, like he held himself back from saying something and shook his head.

“Maybe I came here for some company.” He says.

You snort and chuckle. “Yeah right.” You say sarcastically and look at him, but he wasn’t smiling. You gulp and your smile fades away. Did he seriously come over because he feels lonely?

His face was leaning closer to your and you were leaning closer too. No. You had to finish this stupid essay.

“Stop distracting me kitty.” You whisper and kiss his nose quickly before looking back at the screen.

He groans and falls back on the bed, playing with the pillow.

“I can help you if you’re writing about Shakespear, I wro-“ He stops himself from talking and you turn around, quirking your eyebrow at him.

“You wrote an essay like this?” you questioned.

He visibly gulps and shakes his head.

“Do you go to college?” You question further.

He chuckles nervously. “You know I can’t tell you that mon ange.”

You stare at him for a moment before looking back at your screen. You decided not to pry further, he seemed uncomfortable talking about his personal life and you decided to respect his wishes.

Your phone started to ring and you see that it’s your friend from college Marinette. You pick it up.

“Hey Mari.” You say as you type.

“The deadline has been changed to next week!” She exclaims happily.

You were filled with rage.

“what?” You deadpanned.

“Yeah apparently some students asked to change it because they were having difficulties so he changed it to next week instead of tomorrow morning.”

“I literally asked him to extend the deadline three days ago and he refused. I swear to god I want to kill this son of a bitch” You groan and clutch your fist in anger.

She sighs, “I know girl, but hey at least you’ve got more time on your hands!”

Marinette always tried to be positive when she could and you appreciated that but honestly you needed to vent. “Yeah, thanks for letting me know Mari.”

“No problem! Bonne nuit.”

“Bonne nuit.” You sigh out before you end the call.

You groan out in frustration and shut your laptop.

“What happened?” Chat asks.

You get out of your bed and start to pace around.

“I have been working on this essay for the past four days, knowing very well how stupid it was that the deadline was only five days for a two thousand word essay on fucking Shakespeare and when I ask to extend the deadline, the son of a bitch replies with an angry email saying theres enough time and that im just lazy.” You finally breathe and chat was about to say something but you cut him off.

“But when his privileged French pupil ask him to extend the deadline of course he agrees and you know what, I think it was Adrien fucking Agreste who asked him because hes the fucking pretty model boy who has everybody on their knees for him just because of his high status.” You sit down and without realising you start talking about a different subject.

“Yeah, I get it, everybody wants to fuck the pretty blond guy with money, I would too but at least I don’t look like a thirsty bitch every time he talks to me, some girls in my damn college have literally no chill and I swear to god one day I want to make him my bitch, make him weak for me to show those bitches what i’m capable of.” You were breathing heavily at this point and your face was flushed red.

You always thought Adrien was attractive, everyone did but whenever he talked to you, you responded normally to him unlike other people who constantly laughed at everything he said to try and get in his pants. He was a good guy but he was too well known for his own good and it made you uninterested in him. You thought he was out of your league, that’s what those french bitches told you at least. They belittled you just because you’re foreign - you knew they were just jealous that Adrien was always the one to come up to talk to you unlike them.

That was enough ranting for now. You look at Chat who was staring at you wide eyed, his cheeks glowing red.

“You don’t need to say anything, it’s just-“ You look down at his body and notice something. “Chat..why are you hard?”

He crosses his legs over the other awkwardly to try and hide it. “W-What are you talking about?”

You stand up and walk over to him and he walks back until he’s pressed against the wall.

“What? You get hard thinking about me making someone weak?” You whisper to him and he looks away from you. “You want me to do the same to you kitty?” You kiss his ear and he shudders, nodding slowly. Your hand moves down from his chest to his belly and your lips move from his ear to his jaw. Chat tilts his head back and a frenzy of purrs emerge from his parted lips. He was aroused, in a state of euphoria even with your small, light touches. Your hand moved lower until it reached down to the tent he had in his suit. It was painfully tight for him. Your fingertips lightly brushed over the bulge and he cussed under his breath.

“Fuck.” He whispered while you continued to touch his clothed erection and lick up his neck. He kept purring and moaning at the same time. You loved seeing him worked up like this. Your lips latched on to a certain spot on his neck and you sucked on it harshly, nibbling at it when you got the chance and putting more pressure with your hand against him.

He was a mess, grinding against your hand and breathing heavily.

“Ma Belle – merde,” he couldn’t even speak without stuttering. “I want more, please.” He begs and you look up at him, noticing the red mark on his neck and feeling very pleased with yourself.

“More what, kitty?” You whisper and remove your hand from where it was.

He groans in frustration.

“More – I-I want you to touch me more.” He pleads. “Please.”

You smirk at him and pull him to your bed, pushing him back on the bed and getting on his lap. Before he could react you put your lips on his and start to grind on top of him.

He moans against your lips and throws his head back, holding onto your hips for support. You could tell that he wanted to take his clothes off but you wanted him to come right then and there.

Your hips move against his, the friction pleasing you the same, causing you to moan but grin at the worked up blond beneath you.

“Shit, shit I’m close.” He whimpers and closes his eyes, moving his own hips with yours to get more pleasure.

It felt so good but you knew you couldn’t finish with him, maybe you could continue after but your hopes disappeared when you heard the beeping coming from his ring.

“Mon Ange I-“

“Shut up and come for me kitty.” You groan out and quicken your movements causing him to part his lips and hold onto you.

His body shakes and he spews out cuss words in French while he comes undone, thrusting his hips up and whimpering.

You’re both breathing heavily, looking at each other both dazed and tired. You were about to lean in for another kiss but his ring starts beeping furiously.

You hop off of his lap and watch as he groans while he gets up, uncomfortably moving because of the mess he made between his legs.

“I’m sorry I cant finish you off.” He says, pouting at you.

“It’s okay Chat, I think you’ve done enough today.” You wink at him and he chuckles bashfully.

“Until next time Mon ange!” He says and opens the window.

“Bye Kitty.” You blow him a kiss and with that he’s off.

Maybe you could actually finish yourself off to the thought of him being a mess for you but before you could even do anything, your phone beeps and you see a notification from Adrien Agreste.

“Did you hear that they moved the deadline for the Shakespeare essay? Pissed me off tbh.”

It was like he knew you accused him of something and to top it all off this was the first time he’s ever really texted you. It was weird but maybe you shouldn’t think much of it. Right?

#chat noir #chat noir x reader #adrien agreste #mlb #adrien x reader #miraculous ladybug

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inadaydream99 · 2 years

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There’s No One Else Quite Like You

Friends to lovers, University au, light angst to fluff, Renjun x female reader, featuring NCT Dream

A/N - I got seriously carried away with this one, but I’ve been whipped for Renjun recently!

Disclaimer: mentions of alcohol/ being drunk. This does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only.

Refusing to talk to Renjun for the past week was slowly killing you, but that’s what he gets for ditching you when he promised he wouldn’t. You’ve been best friends forever and in love with him for just as long, all your favourite memories filled with him.

That’s why it hurts so much. Your heart clenches and twists in pain whenever you think back on Renjun standing you up. Jaemin and Jeno wouldn’t do that to you and they’re always busy with football practice. But they still find the time to hang out with you, because clearly they cherish your friendship more than your own bestest friend does…

Now, your reaction might seem a bit extreme. But it was the third time Renjun had cancelled on you last minute and he’d arranged meeting for dinner together to make up for it. It was quite a fancy restaurant too and you’d gone to all of the effort of dressing nicely and spending hours perfecting your hair and make up. Not that you minded because it was all to finally spend time with your best friend.

You felt humiliated, sat alone at the table for an hour with only an empty chair facing you. The staff had approached you a few times asking if you wanted another drink, or if you wanted some more bread while you wait. Each time with an increasingly pitying look in their eyes.

You’d sobbed the second you stepped through the threshold of your apartment, unable to believe the evening you’d had. But after your tears ran out you begun to feel the rage set in, making a promise to yourself that this was the final straw.

The next day Jaemin payed you a visit, wanting to make sure you were ok after the previous night. He didn’t want to tell you, but he felt you deserved to know the reason Renjun stood you up; long story short, he had a date. When the words left his mouth you felt your heart shatter, barely audible noises in shock leaving your mouth as you freeze on the spot. He chose someone else over you?

Now that hurt you even more. The realisation that he’d probably been ditching you for his “date” the first few times he was suddenly unable to see you…

“(Y/N)…” You snap back into reality, rolling your eyes for the millionth time as Renjun knocks on your front door, his call out to you now whiny and tired. “Please open up.”

Your aching heart wants nothing more than to see him, but you have to remain strong for your own sake. You’ve managed to refrain from giving in for 50 minutes now, so you tell yourself that you can keep up the silent treatment.

You shut your eyes and roll your head forward against the sofa, cuddling up into yourself as much as you can. Anything to block Renjun’s pleading out. And it seems to do the trick because a few minutes later the knocking stops and everything falls silent.

Making your way out of class you head directly to the football fields. Jaemin had messaged you during your lecture, telling you to meet him there as soon as you’re free and so the second your lecturer dismissed the class you’d wasted no more time in finding your friend.

Approaching the fields, you feel as though you’ve been tricked. The endless expanse of green grass, with the occasional goal dotted around, seems to be completely void of all life. That is until you hear someone calling your name, waving their hands in the air to catch your attention as they sprint to you from the back of the field.

The suddenness makes you freeze, feeling as though your heart stops as the voice seems far too close to the one you’ve been avoiding. But as he gets closer, you’re relieved to see that it is in fact Jaemin rushing towards you.

“Why were you all the way back there?” You chuckle in amusement as Jaemin slows into a jog, huffing for air as he approaches your side.

“I kicked the ball too far.” He breathlessly pants.

He’s obviously been practicing for some time before you arrived because his hair is stuck to his forehead from sweating. The ball he’d kicked too far is tucked under his arm, evidently so he doesn’t lose it again, and his free hand presses into the grass beneath him as he squats down for a minute of rest.

“Have you been practicing alone?” You raise a brow, looking down at him as he continues to squat.

“No, Renjun was just with me. He had to go to class though.” Jaemin smiles up at you, ushering you to join him on the grass as he finally decides to sit properly.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by him when you try to cover your distaste towards the mention of Renjun’s name. Clearly it’s still a sour topic. Not that Jaemin hadn’t just been subjected to hearing all about it from Renjun already…

But he is still interested in hearing your side of things, being fully aware that there is always two sides to a story.

“I heard he spent an hour outside your door last night.” Jaemin informs and you instantly scoff.

“Felt like an eternity.” You mutter, your head hanging low as you focus on the feel of the grass between your fingers.

“Must have been difficult for you to go thought that.” Your head instantly shoots up upon hearing Jaemin’s words. That fact that he is sympathetic towards you after evidently hearing Renjun’s sob story almost makes your burst into tears.

“You really think.” Your voice becomes restrained as you desperately stop yourself from spilling any tears.

“Of course. Renjun was completely in the wrong standing you up like that.” Jaemin nods. “And besides, he’s such a whiner.”

You can’t help but laugh at that bit because you know it’s true. Renjun can be such a whiner.

“How have you been doing?” He presses, being careful in his approach in case it’s still too fresh for you to talk about.

You shoot him a meek smile, eventually biting down on your bottom lip to suppress its quivering. Jaemin takes notice of this instantly and shuffles himself closer to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder before pulling you into him.

“I just- miss him.” Your wobbly voice confesses, pressing your face into his chest to hide your reddening face.

Jaemin doesn’t say anything more, simply acknowledging your hurt by allowing you to use him for comfort, which you are thankful for.

“Why’d you make (Y/N) cry.” Jeno sarcastically jests with Jaemin as he makes his way towards you both.

Jaemin shakes his head in response, subtly notifying Jeno that now is not the time for their usual joking about. “Renjun.” Jaemin mouths to Jeno as his brows furrow in concern. The latter’s eyes widen in realisation after being informed before nodding to confirm he understands.

“Well, I don’t mean to make things worse, but Renjun is actually on his way over here now.” Jeno pipes up after a few seconds of silence. At this, your head snaps up, abruptly moving away from Jaemin’s chest.

It’s typical really, you’d just gotten settled and calmed yourself down again. Mindlessly twisting the ring on your finger for comfort; a subconscious habit you have whenever your mind wonders.

“What.” You worriedly gasp before clumsily scrambling to your feet. You’re unable to get away just yet though, Jaemin’s hand firmly holding onto yours.

“I thought he had class?” Jaemin questions in confusion.

“Yeah, I’m in his class. Our lecturer never showed so everyone left.” Jeno casually shrugs.

You’re not sure what makes you more anxious, the need to get away before he arrives or him arriving before you get away.

“I need to go.” You plea for Jaemin to let go of your hand, which he does the second his gaze locks with yours.

You hurriedly grab your bag from the ground and rush away, so wrapped up in your frantic mind you forget to say goodbye to your friends.

And you don’t stop running until you’ve made it through campus, down your street and into your apartment building.

Renjun arrives at the football field to find Jeno and Jaemin packing their equipment to leave.

“I thought we were playing?” Renjun asks as he approaches them. He instantly notices something’s off with Jaemin, like his mind is distracted.

“If you hadn’t taken so long then maybe you wouldn’t have missed out.” Jeno teases, playfully whacking Renjun on the arm.

By this point Jaemin has already reached the edge of the field, bag slung over his shoulder as he tiredly trudges home.

As Renjun begins to walk with Jeno he steps on something “Oh, Jeno is this yours?” he moves his foot, uncovering the object.

The second he sees it his heart skips a beat, eyes widening in shock as he bends down to pick it up.

“This is the friendship ring I got (Y/N).” Renjun gawks. It’s undeniably yours because it’s got R&N engraved on the side and it matches his own, but Renjun’s has N&R engraved instead. “Was (Y/N) here?” He shoots a hopeful look towards Jeno who has been watching Renjun go through a million emotions within seconds.

Jeno just nods, sending him an awkward smile as Renjun studies the ring once again, before enclosing it in his palm tightly. And as they both finally leave together there’s one thought Renjun’s mind can’t shake. Why had you taken it off?

Monday rolls around quicker than you’d expected and you find yourself hectically trying to gather all of your books together for class. It’s been 4 days since your near encounter with Renjun at the football field and you’ve been hibernating away ever since.

On Saturday Chenle and Jisung payed you a visit and tired to coax you into getting some fresh air, which was incredibly sweet of them. They listened to you with patience and cheered you up with their bickering. You truly appreciated their friendship during this time.

Although, Chenle had bought a question to your attention which had remained circling your mind ever since. Why do you keep running away from facing Renjun?

Honestly, you’d not thought of you avoiding him as running away, but instead more of a silent treatment. You spend all of Sunday trying to rationalise this in your brain, each time coming to the same frustrating conclusion; you’ll need to face Renjun sooner or later.

You make it to class just in time, sliding into your regular seat just as your lecturer enters.

“What’s got you in such a mess?” Donghyuck leans over to whisper to you as the lecturer begins introducing todays topic.

“Life.” You huff, placing your laptop carefully onto the desk in front of you so you don’t make too much noise.

As your hand reaches out the lift open your laptop, you feel Hyuck lean into your side once again. Sometimes you regret your agreement to sit with him in class because he doesn’t seem to share the same fear of being called out for talking.

“Gone through a break up I see?” His comment instantly makes you confused, pausing setting up your things to give him a bewildered look. “You’re not wearing your friendship ring.” He clarifies.

Your eyes instantly go wide in shock, mouth hanging agape as you look at your hand, realising that you are in fact not wearing your ring. How had you not noticed? How long had it been gone?

“I know Renjun was a jerk but I didn’t realise it was that bad.” Donghyuck’s lighthearted comment falls on deaf ears as you begin to panic, digging around in the bottom of your bag, searching every pocket on you and scraping your foot around on the floor beneath you in case it had just fallen off.

“Oh no.” You frown, eyes glazed over in worry as you feel your heart sink at the thought of it being lost. “I don’t know where it is.”

“Where do you remember seeing it last?” Hyuck calmly asks following you out of the lecture hall. He watches as you stress out, desperately trying to think back. The only problem is no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to remember.

Despite Renjun not being in your good books right now, you had never once thought of taking your friendship ring off because it is so special to you. You remember the day he gave it to you, a week before you found out if you’d gotten accepted into university together. He wanted a way for you both to still feel close in case you’d ended up going to different schools. Although, luckily you never needed to worry about that in the end.

You’ve both worn your matching rings ever since that day. So much so, its become a part of you and you feel lost without it. You guess that spending so long wallowing in self pity prevented you from noticing it was gone.

“I can’t think properly right now.” You confess to Donghyuck, shaking your head in defeat.

“Well, who have you spent time with over the last few days? Maybe one of them can help.” He gently places his hand on your shoulder, hoping to at least provide some comfort.

Retracing your steps, Hyuck had called both Chenle and Jisung to see if they remember anything. Only, neither of them could. Meanwhile, you had been trying to get through to Jaemin.

“Come one Jaemin. Pick up.” You whisper to yourself, sighing out of frustration when the call goes to voicemail for the third time.

“Maybe he’s practicing and hasn’t heard his phone.” Hyuck suggests and you could almost slap yourself for being so dumb.

Rushing to the football fields you instantly find Jaemin and Mark practicing, a huge smile adorning your face in relief to finally be able to speak to him.

“Jaemin, have you seen my friendship ring?” You breathlessly ask as you jog over to him. “I can’t find it.”

“I’m sorry (Y/N), I haven’t.” Jaemin frowns. You can tell he wishes he could help, as he knows the sentimental value behind it.

“Renjun’s gonna hate me forever isn’t he.” You can’t help but feel glum at the thought. Because although you aren’t currently speaking, you know that you’ll encounter him at some point soon. And despite him having hurt you, you’re sure that he will think you’ve deliberately thrown it away out of anger… and that’s the last thing you’d ever want him to think.

Renjun solemnly looks at the ring, watching as he twiddles it between his fingers. How could you have done this? Did it mean you’re no longer friends? He’s not sure, but he feels like there must be some symbolic meaning behind it.

“I just thought our friendship was strong enough to get through this… that I meant more than my mistakes.” Renjun mumbles to Jeno.

“I doubt (Y/N) did it on purpose.” Jeno tries his best to console his hurting friend. Although he was there with you and Jaemin before Renjun arrived, he couldn’t remember you saying anything about a ring. He wishes he was able to help resolve things, but he also has no way of knowing what really happened.

“I just wish I could see her.”

So Jeno may or may not be feeling extremely proud of himself right now. After seeing how much Renjun misses you, he had the perfect idea; to throw a party and invite you both. He managed to rope Jaemin into getting you to go, telling him to not say a thing about Renjun being invited. And everything seemed to be falling into place.

“Ok, go to Jeno and give it 10 minutes. Then I’m gonna find you and say I’m not feeling well.” Jaemin just laughs, shaking his head at your plan to leave early.

“I’m not helping you leave.” You pout, sending him your best puppy eyes. “You need to let loose, have a little fun.”

“You promise Renjun isn’t here.” You stare him down, hoping to convey your seriousness.

“I promise.” Jaemin lies through a forced smile. Of course he hates that he is lying to you, but he also knows that it’s for your benefit. He just hopes you see it that way once you find out the true plans for tonight…

Although, it seems Jaemin’s words do the trick and, as time goes by, you become more and more relaxed. Actually enjoying yourself far more than you thought you would.

You freeze when you meet his gaze. He shouldn’t be here. But there is he, stood with Mark at the opposite end of the room. Mark clearly hasn’t noticed that Renjun isn’t paying him any attention, talking away to him in his drunken little bubble.

The audacity he has to show up to a party he wasn’t invited to is sickening.

Unless… he was invited and you haven’t been told.

As soon as you realise this you feel like the biggest idiot alive. Of course he was invited, you both share the same close friends. You feel dumb for believing Jaemin earlier. And even more so for unquestioningly accepting the fact that your friends would choose sides when reality is this argument doesn’t involve them. Regardless of how much you wish Renjun wasn’t in the same room as you, you reason with yourself that it’s unfair for you to expect him to be outcasted. After all, Jeno is as much his friend as he is yours and he can invite who he wants to his own party.

You give Renjun a once over, unable to resist admiring him. He looks good, great even. You take note of how he’s swept his hair to the side, revealing a little of his forehead. It’s like he’s done it on purpose, knowing fully well that it’s your favourite look on him and you suppose he knew beforehand that you’d be here. Because why would there be any reason for him not to know?

Has he done it on purpose? You feel your heart rate pick up at the thought. Maybe he really has. Maybe he finally decided that he wants you, needs you and only you.

But your little fantasy doesn’t last long, disintegrating into thin air when you see a girl approach him and link arms. The way his face lights up, showing his perfect smile, makes you wish it was because of you. Because that’s how it used to be…

So this is what rock bottom feels like. You’d really thought he would have wanted you back.

“What’s up (Y/N)!” Mark happily calls to you, his intoxicated smile and hazy gaze making you lightly laugh in amusement. Mark is the most endearing drunk, like a cute babbling boy who’s never had alcohol before.

“Having a good time I see.” You tease, playfully nudging him with your elbow. This makes his smile grow further, a pearly giggle erupting from him in response.

“You.” Mark hiccups. “You should come join our game.” He wiggles a finger in your direction before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into the living room. You don’t even have time to answer before you find yourself pushed onto the sofa, falling into the small gap between Jeno and Chenle.

You notice that there’s only a few of you in this room. It almost seems like a secret branch of the party that it exclusive to only a few of you. Other than you, Jeno and Chenle, there’s Mark, Jaemin, Jisung and Donghyuck. No Renjun or his date in sight. Which is honestly a relief for you because if they were here right now you’d feel suffocated.

“So what are we playing?” You lean into Chenle’s side. He sends you a knowing smirk, one that makes you wish you’d never asked the question.

“Truth or dare.” He grins. You nod, mumbling a light “ok” in response before your attention is drawn onto the opposite side of the room.

“Okayyyyy.” Mark excitedly flails his hands around in the air, capturing everyone’s attention. “Who wants to go first?” His eyes scan the room and you slowly try to submerge yourself further into the cushions. “(Y/N)!” He exclaims when his eyes land on you.

You cringe inside, swallowing your self consciousness as you sit up normally again and reach out to spin the bottle on the table in the middle. You’re relived when it lands on Jaemin.

“Truth.” Jaemin states before you have a chance to say anything.

“Ok, why’d you lie to me earlier?” You fire at him sassily. You’re not really mad at him for it, you just want to know his reason why.

“Because you deserve to enjoy yourself for once.” He explains sincerely. You send him a warm smile, thankful for his honesty. “My turn.” He beams. “Please be Jisungie!” He shouts, earning laughter from around the room.

A few more rounds later, the bottle finally chooses you and it’s Jeno’s turn to ask you truth or dare.

“Truth.” You confidently nod, knowing that it can’t possibly be worse than picking dare.

“How do you really feel about Renjun?”

“Umm.” You nervously ponder for a moment, battling inside your mind on what to say. You have to be honest, you know that much. But how do you really feel about him?

“Right now, I hate how much I love him.” You exhale. “Because no matter how much he rips my heart to shreds, he’s also the only one that can put it back together.”

The room remains silent as your words reverberate the air. You look to Jaemin for support, noticing the sympathy that radiates from him. No one was prepared for such a raw and honest answer from you, particularly Jeno. You’d even surprised yourself.

But the most astonished of them all? Renjun. He’d been eavesdropping for a while, no one knowing he was even there. He had no idea how you really felt about him until now. And it stirred up an odd feeling inside of him.

You wake up the next morning in your bed with no memory of how you got back. After your confession during truth or dare, all you wanted to do was forget about it. So you spent the rest of the night drinking until you could no longer remember.

Groggy eyes peer around your room as you force yourself to sit up properly. Looking to the side, you notice a glass of water and a post it note.

I hope you don’t feel too hungover today, lots of love R x

You gulp upon reading the message, realising that the only person R could be is Renjun…

After hearing your truth, Renjun rushed away in a panic. Locking himself in the bathroom to try to calm down away from the party.

He couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed, his heart racing out of his chest. He hadn’t been drinking much throughout the night because he had every intention of trying to talk to you, and he definitely wanted to be sober for that. But now, he almost wishes he was drunk, just so he wouldn’t have to be so rational.

The first thing he was going to do was break things off with his date. Not that she wasn’t a great person and he wasn’t enjoying spending time with her. But knowing his dream girl reciprocated his feelings? He could never turn down that opportunity.

Next, he was going to find you.

But by the time he’d finished breaking up with his date, you were completely wasted.

His heart couldn’t take it when you drunkenly locked gaze with him, the fuzzy smile etched onto your lips and your rosy cheeks making him feel things he knows no one else could ever make him feel.

He was a little taken aback when you stumbled over and wrapped your arms around his neck, leaning all of your body weight onto him. But he hugged you back regardless, holding onto you until you’d regained your balance. It was the first time he’d seen your smile in what felt like forever. He had missed your smile.

For the rest of the night, Renjun kept an eye on you to make sure you were ok. And when the party started to fizzle out and the sun was making its first appearance on the horizon, he took you home.

Sluggishly, you drag yourself into your kitchen in search of something to eat. Your half-awake senses springing alert when you hear a low noise coming from the living room.

“What are you doing here?” You gasp when you find Renjun sat comfortably on your sofa, the tv lightly playing in the background.

“I uh-” Renjun, caught off guard, remains tongue tied. “I bought you back last night.”

You nod, still waiting for him to explain why he is still here. You’re thankful that he’d helped you get home safe in your drunken state. But you aren’t currently on speaking terms, so the fact he decided to stay feels wrong to you.

“And I wanted to make sure you are alright this morning.” He adds, finding the fact that you aren’t showing much emotion to him a little unnerving.

“Well I’m fine. Thank you.” You mumble. You want him to think you are unaffected by his presence, but on the inside you are a mess. You want nothing more than to rush over to him and cuddle into his side. To feel his warmth and affection, but the barriers you’ve built up against him won’t allow you.

“I was hoping we could talk?” He timidly questions, casting you a hopeful look. This, you allow yourself to give in to. Silently making your way to sit on the other end of the sofa.

“Go ahead.” You remain composed. It’s time you hear Renjun out, after all he is your best friend and you don’t want to lose him over this. You’ve been through so much together that you can’t imagine not having him in your life and the last few weeks have felt empty without him.

“Well, first of all, I’m so sorry for standing you up.” Renjun begins. “And for all the hurt I caused you. I don’t blame you for not wanting to see me. And I don’t blame you for not wanting your friendship ring anymore.”

Your heart almost stops when he fishes your friendship ring out of his pocket and places it onto the sofa cushion between you. Renjun hadn’t gone anywhere without it in case he got the opportunity to speak to you. Ever since he stumbled across it he’s wanted to give it back.

You can’t believe he has it. So many questions rushing through your mind in one go. But most importantly, you want to know how it managed to end up in his possession.

“How did you get that?” Your wide eyes look at him once again, your hand reaching out the pick up the ring. You instantly put it back on your finger, finally feeling complete again.

“I found it on the football field last week. Jeno said you were with him and Jaemin before I arrived and I thought you had taken it off purposely.” He explains. Suddenly it all makes sense, it must have fallen off when you rushed away that day.

“I didn’t mean to take it off, in fact, I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” Your eyes brim with happy tears, relieved to have your favourite ring back.

“So you don’t want to stop being friends?” You shake your head no at Renjun’s question. The fact that he must have thought that makes you feel so upset. Although, you understand him thinking that way under the circumstances you have been in.

“How could I, you mean everything to me.” You laugh as your tears spill over and run down your cheeks. You allow for them to flow freely now, your heart feeling so many emotions its as though it could burst.

Renjun scoots closer to you, reaching his hand out to gently wipe away your tears with the pad of his thumb. He hates seeing you cry, especially when it’s over him.

“So what you said yesterday, that you love me, that’s all true?” His eyes pour into yours, making you breathless with their intense adoration.

You’re suddenly confused as to how he knows about that when he wasn’t part of the truth or dare game. However, it seems that Renjun can telepathically sense what you are thinking, jumping in before you can ask him yourself.

“I may have been listening in.” He sheepishly admits. “But is it true?”

Unable to form any words, you vigorously nod your head yes, a huge smile on your face when you see the elated beam that overtakes Renjun’s expression.

“I love you too.” He whispers, simultaneously leaning in to rest his forehead on yours. He’s so over the moon that you reciprocate his feeling he just wants you as close as possible, his hands instinctively moving to your waist to keep you near.

Except there’s one more thing you need to clarify before you really allow yourself to be happy.

“Aren’t you already seeing someone?” You pull away a little to question him, almost unsure if you really want to know the answer.

“I ended things the second I found out how you felt.” He informs and you instantly feel yourself relax into his hold. It feels like you are living in a dream world right now and you’re going to wake up any second.“Now, can I take you out on a real date?” Renjun brings you back into the moment, nervously waiting for your response.

“Only if you promise to not stand me up again.” You tease, coy smirk on your face.

“I promise.”

Luckily enough for you, Renjun really does uphold his promise of a date and it turns out the be the best evening you’ve spent with him.

It’s crazy how you went so long having undisclosed feelings towards each other. You both find it so funny how ironic it really is. Yes, Renjun may tease you from time to time about your confession during truth or dare. But you never mind. Because if Jeno hadn’t asked you that question and Renjun hadn’t been spying on his friends, he never would have known how you felt and you might not have gotten together. So soon anyway.

Although, Renjun always like to remind you that he believes you would have ended up together eventually. Because, as he always says, there’s no one else quite like you.

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Smart Girls Make Fast Learners

NSFW 18+ ONLY. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!

My contribution to the BNHarem’s monthly collab. The theme was SEx work. ⛓This piece is a first real deep dive into darker themes and was actually really, really exciting to write. 🖤 A massive thanks to my dear friend @libiraki for beta reading this.

TW: yandere behavior, toxic relationship, degradation, non-con, dub-con, degradation/praise kinks, mind break, oral (M and F receiving), over stim, loss of virginity, mentions of physical violence.

DISCLAIMER: I do not condone this type of relationship. This is a work of fiction and if this happens IRL please get out of the relationship!

There is a very specific type of dread that occurs when you discover that the person you built your world around has been lying to you. Tamaki Amajiki was experiencing this brand of betrayal for the first time in his twenty-one years on a rainy Tuesday in October in the dim lighting of your dorm room. His grip tightened around the open laptop as he stared at glimpses of flesh in the thumbnails of the many, many videos posted to the site. Previous live streams with thousands of views. He gulped down the bile in his throat as he scrolled through the videos. His shock and disgust morphed into a pure rage as he counted up the live streams that you’d had since first kissing him. 12. There had been twelve. Three times a week for the past four weeks.

Those big doe eyes that looked into his eyes as you tentatively licked the tip of his cock for the first time… mere hours later they were rolling in the back of your head as you got off for strangers on the internet. He couldn’t take it. You were his first… everything… he knew that you hadn’t been innocent in your past. The way your tongue expertly wound around his when you first kissed him amongst your plush pillows and goose-down comforter reminded him of the fact. The low violet LED lighting of your bedroom made him feel like the two of you were in your own ethereal world. He could forgive you for not waiting for him as he’d waited for you.

For the past four years, he kept to the shadows. He was there when the football player from freshman year cheated on you with one of your terrible friends (and when it happened the second, third, fourth time). He was there to binge your favorite shows with you (“*insert current guy you were fucking* just doesn’t get it, he’s not into it. I’m so glad I’ve got you to watch it with!”) He bit back the heartache that would wash over him when you’d pet him and coo over him… you didn’t see him as a man. He wanted to bend you over and prove he could fuck your brains out. He KNOWS he’d be perfect for you. But he never rejected the attention. He smiled and accepted whatever crumbs fell from your table. Whether it be helping you study or letting you complain about your shitty friends or your shitty jock boyfriends or your shitty parents… He gave and gave and gave… until that one day, 35 days ago to be exact, a shift in the tide occurred.

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“So why don’t you have a girlfriend, Tama-kun?”

“Wh-wha?”

Tamaki dropped the pencil he’d been using and before he could bend to get it himself, your hand was on his thigh and he was putty in your grasp. You giggled and cooed over him like you always did, but this time you did it while assaulting his mouth and neck with your skilled tongue. This time, for the first time, you made Tamaki feel like a man. Like YOUR man.

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Over the next few weeks, Tamaki had become quite skilled in pleasing a woman. It only took a little guidance to have him sucking at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He learned on his own how to couple that with his long, delicate fingers twisting and pumping in and out of your slick hole. You’d cling to his silky hair, pulling him closer as a constant stream of praise tumbled from your lips:

“No one has ever made me feel this good.”

“Your fingers are perfect Tama-kun”.

“I love your mouth on me so much, baby.”

The first time you came on his face, Tamaki knew there was a god because he’d found heaven between your thighs.

But that was gone now… ripped away with one mouse click on the night he was going to finally give you his virginity. He had held on to it like it was a treasure. A treasure he’d present to you one day wrapped up in life-long devotion and worship... But Tamaki wasn’t in heaven anymore. He wasn’t going to worship you tonight. For the first time since laying eyes on you, Tamaki wanted to hurt you.

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You turned the shower off and dried yourself. Wiping the condensation from the mirror, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection. You felt like this was going to be the first time giving your body to someone. Tonight was a redo. You were wiping the slate clean. Your first time would no longer be underneath the football captain in the passenger seat of his truck, left feeling sore and unsatisfied. It was going to be with the guy you should have noticed long ago. It would be soft and slow… passionate and filled with sweet words and caresses… limbs tangled in soft sheets that smell like lavender and vanilla.

You applied your lotion and moisturized your face. The red lace adorning your body was arranged perfectly, accentuating the soft swell of your hips and chest. With one last glance in the mirror and adjustment of your bra, you opened the door to the cool air of your dorm room…

...And saw Tamaki looking murderous.

His eyes slowly left the screen to meet your gaze. His tear-stained face had never looked this harsh. His normally sweet eyes were narrowed and red from crying. The sweet lips you’d licked and sucked with such tenderness were hard and cold as they pulled upward in a grimace.

The only thing he said before rising from the bed and setting aside your laptop was your camgirl username. Then he was on you before you could draw a breath to explain.

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Tamaki always thought he liked you best on top of him showering him with kisses and threading your fingers through his hair, but he had to admit… having your arms tied to a bed frame with the silky sash of your bathrobe cutting into your skin was doing things to him. When you sniffled, face stained with tears and snot, his dick twitched in his boxers. The whines you were choking back behind the silky red panties stuffed down your throat sent chills up his spine. You had to learn the hard way not to spit them out after a harsh slap echoed against your skin when you fought back the first time.

Tamaki stood back to survey the mess of skin, spit, and tears for a moment. You were a blank canvas for him to mark up with his rage and lust. You tried to hide away your bare pussy by clenching your thighs together. It only spurred him on.

“Do you have any clue what you’ve done?” he hovered over you, sleek muscles rippling over your own soft body, “I waited, and waited, and WAITED,” he bit down on the side of your exposed neck and you screamed behind the silky gag, trying your best not to expel it from your mouth and receive more punishment.

“I want to give you everything, Y/N,” he licks over the bite, almost apologetically, “I don’t want to hurt you. I didn’t want it to happen like this… FUCK, why?! Why did you ruin this?” his long fingers dug into your cheeks as he forced you to meet his fiery gaze. You couldn’t help whimpering and sniffling back more clear runny snot. You were so humiliated at how disheveled and disgusting you must look. His head ducked into the soft spot between your neck and shoulder and you felt him sob.

Despite the abuse he’d inflicted upon you in the last ten minutes, you nuzzled your cheek into the top of his head in an attempt to comfort him. And he let you… he hated himself for it and he hated you for making this all so hard for him.

“No… no, no, no,” he rose from the bed to set up your ring-light and laptop, ice running through your veins at the sight. Your mind couldn’t accept what was about to happen.

“I’m... I’m not letting you get away with this,” he shook his head and pulled at his hair as he finished setting everything up, “If you’re insisting on being a slut, you’ll be MY slut. And everyone will know…” he jerked your ankle to force you flat on your back.

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Maybe if he’d let the gag out of your mouth, you’d be able to tell him this was just a job to you. That it was clinical… that he was the only one who had ever been able to get you off, that his face was the only one you’d come on… that you needed the money since your parents had disowned you…

But you only laid there, accepting whatever he was going to dish out. You knew he was hurt. You weren’t stupid. You overlooked him while knowing how he felt about you. It took years of horrible one-night stands and countless frat parties pretending that whatever guy you’d picked that night was interesting for you to come to your senses. You hated yourself for being so blind for so long… You adored Tamaki, truly. And you hated yourself for all the times you’d hurt him… so you swallowed your fear and tried to prepare yourself for whatever came next.

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Any soft parts of Tamaki that you’d grown to love were gone, hardened by heartache and desperation. After angling the laptop to get the perfect shot, he started the live stream countdown. Subscribers started trickling in, commenting on how this was a pleasant surprise since it wasn’t one of your regularly scheduled streams. You shut your eyes to pretend this wasn’t real.

Without fanfare or warning, Tamaki ripped apart your thighs, exposing your bare slit. A raw shrill was pulled from your lungs, your back arching from the sting of an abrupt slap. Neurons fired off in your brain… were you in pain? Was it pleasure?

“Since my girlfriend likes to keep secrets from me, I can’t trust what comes out of her whore mouth,” he emphasized his point by stuffing his fingers past your lips, pushing the soaked silk further into your throat, “So she’s going to keep this gag right here until I can fuck the truth out of her,” he trailed his fingers along your reddened folds. Were you getting wet? Horror and shame blossomed in your chest. The fact that you were growing aroused wasn’t lost on Tamaki. His foreign, sadistic grin was back… aimed directly into your soul.

“So that’s what you like, huh?” His nails bit into your thighs leaving tiny crescents behind, “I’ve been too nice? Too soft?” He pushed your thighs impossibly wide, the stretch causing you to moan. He hovered over your core, onyx orbs blown wide with a mix of hate and lust. Tamaki looked like the devil himself and you wondered just how fucked up you were for wanting his punishment.

He opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue, never severing the desperate gaze you both shared, his intertwined with hunger, yours with fear. You’d never noticed how long and thick his tongue was and couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel caressing every ridge and crevice of your inner walls. He flattened the warm, wet muscle and pressed it along your slit. As he slowly slid it closer and closer to your burning clit, you whimpered and bucked your hips chasing the pleasure you knew he was capable of giving… but this was not your sweet boy and he wasn’t doing any of this for your pleasure.

He slung his arm over your lower stomach and growled into your drenched lips. You were pinned down, helpless against his torturous tongue. Fresh tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered how he’d let you pet him and buck into his face, how sweetly he’d ease you into a gentle release. Not this time… it was all teeth and sharp sucks, his tongue forcing you open violently. You were being shoved over a cliff and despite the horror and violence of what was happening to you. You were approaching an orgasmic state at record speed. Tamaki caught on and doubled down. The arm that wasn’t pinning you into the mattress pulled your leg down straight, your knee in a death grip. The new angle made the sensations even more intense. His face pressed harder into your core and you noticed that at some point, he’d started weeping, small sobs vibrating against your skin. The overwhelming mix of emotions and the vigor in which he was eating you shoved you over the edge.

He kept going along at the same speed with the same determination through your orgasm until it became painful. You pushed past it as best you could, allowing him to sob into your over-sensitive skin until he had his fill. As the pain started intermingling with pleasure, your legs shook and the gag couldn’t hold your screams back any longer. You released against his tongue once more, both of you sobbing. He laid against your thigh for what felt like an eternity before he lifted himself to lay on top of you, his hip bones digging into your soft thighs. You could feel the bulge through the thin material of his boxer briefs. Your hips rose to meet it, a pleading gesture filled with the desire to comfort and please him. Your eagerness encourages his mercy, there’s a meek cry that leaves your lips when the damp silk slips from between your teeth.

“Please baby… I’m so, so sorry I didn’t tell you…” your voice was as weak as a kitten’s cry and Tamaki couldn’t deny it made his heart (his dick) clench.

“Say it…” his lips were close enough to kiss, but you resisted… fearful of what he’d do if you did.

“Say what, Tama?” your eyes were wide with concern and confusion. You were desperate to please him.

He turned your face to the camera that you’d forgotten was there and the gravity of the situation crashed around you again. New tears leaked from your stinging eyes as Tamaki whispered into your ear.

“Say that you’re a lying whore…”

“I..I’m a lying whore…”

The last syllable broke as your abused throat grew accustomed to speaking again. He rewarded you with a soft kiss to your cheek and your eyes closed at the tender gesture. The familiar pain in your chest welled to the surface causing even more tears to escape.

“And tell everyone that you’re my own personal slut”

You repeated the phrase to the audience behind the screen and he hummed with approval, trailing one finger along your wet cheek.

“Good girl…” the praise sent shivers through your wrecked body.

“And tell them from now on, your boyfriend will be the only one making you come… that they only get to see you be HIS slut.”

You noticed the chat going absolutely haywire at your announcement. Before Tamaki shut your laptop, you realized you’d made three times as much as you’d ever made before and a twisted sense of accomplishment filled your cloudy mind.

“Please,” your voice came out in a croak, “Please untie me. I wanna make it up to you,” his clothed bulge was burning into your core and you could tell he was close to breaking.

“Please let me make you feel good. I’m so, so sorry,” the clench of your thighs around his waist made him whimper.

He reluctantly pulled away to sit on the foot of the bed. The way he curled in on himself hugging his knees made him appear so small, so fragile… a complete change from the man who’d just manhandled you into restraints.

“You’re a liar…” you almost didn’t hear the whisper, his face buried into his knees.

“Please!” you were losing feeling in your hands and all you wanted was to be free to comfort him.

His eyes met yours and it was your Tamaki again... Your sweet boy… the snarling, green beast that threatened to devour you was sleeping now after it reached its fill of violence. He crawled over your body and released your restraint. Before you even regained feeling in your hands, you wrapped your arms around him. You littered his collarbone with sweet kisses and apologetic sobs. He began to melt into your affectionate gestures and you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him impossibly close. Wet lips met and your tongues fought against each other for dominance. Hips began to roll against each other, increasing pressure until you both gasped.

The violence was gone, but this was still not a gentle coupling like you’d been planning. Tamaki pulled away and freed his straining cock from his boxers. The skin-to-skin contact made your eyes roll back into your skull. You felt his long fingers grasp your throat, squeezing to remind you just how powerful they were. You shuddered in response, arching upward into his touch, chasing that high his dominance was giving you.

With one swift motion, Tamaki speared you onto his cock. With the minimal prep he’d given you, the stretch was agonizing. This was by far the largest cock you’d ever taken and it stole your breath from your aching lungs. You moaned earning a visceral reaction from the boy on top of you.

Tamaki stayed as still as he could. He refused to come so soon… not when he’d waited so long for this. He tightened his grip on your throat and tentatively rocked his hips into yours. It didn’t take long for it to progress into the most frantic love-making you’d ever experienced.

There was no other way to describe it, he was hate fucking you… biting and sucking your chest until blood bloomed under your skin… hammering into your sore, sticky cunt with total abandon… he was using you like a toy, taking out all his frustrations on your body.

It was ecstasy.

When his hips stuttered as he met his release, the spasms of his tip against your gummy walls sent you into a painful orgasm. You were spent and it seemed like he was too. Your fingers twitched over the crown of his head, wanting to run your fingers through his hair but too scared to initiate any contact with him. As if he could read your mind, he grabbed your hand and placed it on his head. You sighed and began carding through the tangles, gently undoing them. You felt a stream of tears running down your chest as you worked your fingers through his strands. Lifting his face gently, you met his teary gaze with your own.

“Don’t…” he drew in a shuddering breath, “ever lie to me like that again…” the monster behind his eyes stirred quietly, a malicious glint in his eye, before shifting back into your gentle boyfriend.

“Never, I swear to you, baby…” he lets you lift his chin gently to meet your lips. His eyes close and he sighs into your kiss. His muscles relax and when his eyes open again, his warm, adoring expression falls over your face. The hand that wanted to choke the life out of your eyes minutes ago now caresses your jaw tenderly,

“I trust you…” his lips turn up into a grin that’s just a little too wide, “Because you’re a smart girl, aren’t you?” his top lip brushed against your still trembling bottom lip…

“Y-yes…”

You were fucked. This whole situation was fucked up and you weren’t blind to the fact. But as Tamaki nuzzled into your neck placing soft kisses and whispering praises into your skin, you let yourself bask in the gentleness of the moment…

Because you were a smart girl and smart girls learn their lessons quickly...

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take me by the heart, take me by the hand // Elijah Mikaelson

A/N: An extension of the blurb I wrote on my blurb night a couple of weeks ago!! My taglists are open! If you would like to be added, drop me an ask and I’ll add you!! I hope you all like!

Pairings: Elijah Mikaelson x GN!Reader

Warnings: jealousy, soulmates, pining, mutual pining, mentions of food.

Word count: 2.1k

The sun was shining when Elijah Mikaelson began to understand jealousy in its unending torture. He wasn’t used to such an emotion. He wasn’t used to the blind rage that filtered through his body when he caught sight of you laughing with his brother. He wasn’t used to the want that would settle deep within his gut whenever he made you smile, laugh.

He supposed there was a sick juxtaposition in the fact that there he was, a creature of the night, sitting in the sunlight as he watched you laugh along to whatever story Klaus was currently telling.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t felt jealousy before, but Elijah had never experienced it to this extreme where he felt like the villain of a fairytale, desperate to steal the innocent love interest away and keep them for eternity.

“You wrestled a bear!” You gasp, bringing Elijah’s attention back to the room. Your eyes are wide as you hang onto every word of Klaus’ story.

The narrator nods; a smug smile crossing his face as he begins to act out the crux of the story. “We had this newfound strength after we were turned by our mother,” Klaus explains, “And the bear was easily disgruntled, choosing me for its next meal.”

“What did you do?”

“Well, love,” Klaus croons; his smile turning to a smirk as he hears Elijah grit his teeth. “I chose to engage.”

“Why would you choose to do such a thing?” You demand; eyebrows furrowed in confusion and concern for Klaus’ ability to make sane decisions. Elijah makes himself turn away; if he could, he would press away the furrow between your brows with a kiss, explaining that his brother was ever the exaggerator as he was an actor.

Klaus shrugs, lounging in his chair with a self-satisfied expression on his face. “Because I could and can,” He answers plainly, catching Elijah’s narrowed gaze from across the room and raising a single eyebrow in challenge.

Elijah doesn’t rise to the bait; doesn’t give himself the chance to. Instead, he leaves the room, feeling your frown on his back with every step he takes away from you.

“Have I done something to offend your brother?” You ask Klaus; your voice small as you stare at the doorway Elijah only walked through moments ago. Elijah had been off with you for weeks; staying in the room with you for limited amounts of time before stalking off to another room. He rarely spoke, but the soft timbre of his voice sent shivers down your spine with every word uttered. You couldn’t bear the thought of having offended the man you found yourself attracted to.

“You’ve done nothing, love,” Klaus reassures in a rare moment of affection. “My older brother just has some issues he needs to work out.”

“Oh,” You reply, falling quiet and remaining so for the rest of your time spent with the supernatural family.

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“Are you going to explain what is wrong with you, or are you going to stew in your feelings all night?” Klaus demands of his brother as soon as he enters the room, having seen you off only moments ago. The decanter of whisky sits open on the coffee table; one glass out of the two already filled halfway. Klaus helps himself to the other glass, pouring a knuckle’s length of the amber liquid.

“I don’t know what you’re referring to,” Elijah states airily, bringing his glass to his lips. He knew full well that he was jealous; he knew that was distancing himself from you and his sibling, unable to bear the rising envy clawing at his throat. What pains him most is that he can how his distance affects you, how hurt you look when he returns clipped conversations. The furrow between your brows deepens and he feels like a monster for being the cause of it.

“Your behaviour in front of (Y/N),” Klaus explains, doing his best to keep the anger aimed at his brother at bay. “They think they’ve offended you.”

“(Y/N) could never offend me,” Elijah states vehemently.

“You’re going to have to explain that to them.”

“I will eventually,” Elijah sighs, finishing off his drink and quickly refilling it.

“Whatever it is, brother, you can tell me,” Klaus promises in a rare moment of softness.

“That’s the thing, brother,” Elijah begins, “I don’t know what it is. All I know is that I see you two interacting and I lose my mind to jealousy.”

“Ah,” Klaus whispers, a knowing smile on his face as he places his glass on the table. The younger of the two men stands, clapping his brother on the shoulder before leaving the room.

Klaus finds it hard to keep the smile off his face as he wanders the halls of his New Orleans home. His brother had found his soulmate and hadn’t realised it. Their mother had warned them of such magic; the natural magic of the earth that created two souls to be intertwined perfectly. Outwardly, Klaus didn’t put much stock in the belief, but he had seen his mother turn his siblings into monsters cursed with having to walk the night for an eternity. It would make sense for soulmate magic to enter the Mikaelson home once and for all.

Elijah doesn’t stand from the chair; he remains seated for the night, resting his chin on his hand as he tries to get to grip with the feelings roused in your presence. He can no longer deny the attraction he feels for you; can no longer ignore the fact that he would give everything to wake up in a morning with you beside him, but what he cannot explain is the darkness of the jealousy holding him in its grip.

He only leaves the chair when he hears your voice chiming off the stone walls of the compound they call home. Your laughter lightens the atmosphere of the house; bringing joy to a home that was so used to the darkness of Klaus’ moods.

The kitchen is bright with the morning light as Elijah settles at the table; his gaze already fixed on Klaus and yourself. The former grabbing a box of cereal from the cupboard as you help yourself to the fridge for the milk.

It’s as you sit down that he begins to feel it. The sunlight catches you perfectly; your hair practically soaking up its rays as if you were to become the celestial being itself – the brightness radiating out of you with every laugh, every smile, and every animated gesture of your hands as you tell off Klaus for the fifth time already today. Elijah tightens his hand into a fist in an effort to keep the growing possessiveness at bay.

He didn’t know where it began; this dark urge to possess you. All he knew was that the majority of the time, his thoughts revolved around you along with the word ‘mine’ on repeat. The façade of the gentleman, so carefully crafted after a millennia wandering the earth, began to crumble in your presence. Elijah could feel the green eyed monster clawing its way through his body, its claws sinking in deeper with every friendly glance at any man that wasn’t him.

“It comes with finding your soulmate,” Freya announces to her younger brother; the earthy scent of sage blooming around her as she takes a seat next to him. Elijah raises a single eyebrow in question; not in the mood for futile conversation today. Freya represses the urge to roll her eyes as she elaborates, “The jealousy. The irrational anger. The want. It comes with finding your soulmate.”

“Soulmates are a myth,” Elijah counters, finding his gaze drawn to you – watching you talk to Klaus, laughing at one of his calmer moments. The very action has Elijah clenching his fists to keep the anger at bay.

Freya fixes her younger brother with an unimpressed look. “Elijah, you’re one of the oldest vampires in the world, and I’m a witch. We are the myths whispered around campfires.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Elijah wonders in awe. “I never thought I would have one,” He continues in a softer voice, thinking of his past lovers – they had never made his mind race, or his breath stop in his chest, they were never his last thought at night and his first thought in the morning.

You were, however.

Elijah meets the gaze of his wiser, older sister to find her already watching him with a fond smile on her face. “Go speak to (Y/N),” She urges in a soft voice, “Explain everything.”

With the support of his sister, Elijah makes his way to where you sit with Klaus. His younger brother already regaling you with one of his many stories about his past; the darker parts of each tale hidden away this early in the morning. Klaus pauses his tale as Elijah clears his throat. “Could I have a moment of your time?” Elijah asks of you, glancing between Klaus and yourself. Klaus raises an eyebrow but wisely remains quiet.

“Of course,” You murmur, standing from your chair, following the older gentleman to an alcove just down the hall from the kitchen.

“I wanted to apologise for my behaviour,” Elijah starts when he feels certain that his siblings aren’t listening in, “I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way over the past couple of months. I’ve been coming to terms with some personal things and Freya, thankfully, explained the cause of such behaviour this morning.”

“Your apology is accepted, Elijah,” You laugh, smiling happily at the taller gentleman, taking note of how he seems closer to the Elijah you have come to know and love. “What did Freya explain if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I don’t mind at all,” He answers, “You’re bound to find out eventually.”

“Don’t keep me in suspense, Elijah!”

Elijah chuckles, smiling down at you indulgently. “I was jealous,” He explains; his face turning thoughtful. “I couldn’t figure out why. Whenever I saw you speaking or laughing with another man like Klaus or Kol, or even Marcellus though I know he’s happy with Rebekah, I was overcome with such intense jealousy that it was hard for me to get control of.”

“You were jealous?” You splutter, “Of what?”

“Of the men you so easily formed friendships with. I wanted to be the one you smiled at, that you laughed with.”

“I thought you hated me,” You confess timidly. “I thought I had broken an ancient vampire protocol and I had offended you.”

“You could never offend me,” Elijah states, “And I could never hate you, it’s rather the opposite.”

“The opposite?”

Elijah nods. “Freya explained to me the existence of a magic I once believed to not exist. I had never seen it; thus I could never state its truth. It wasn’t until Freya explained that the reason behind my jealousy and dark moods was that you are, indeed, my soulmate did I even remember that such a powerful magic exists on this planet.”

“Soulmate,” You breathe, peering up at Elijah through your lashes, “I’m your soulmate?”

“As I am yours,” Elijah swears, stepping that little bit closer to you.

“Vampires… witches… soulmates,” You whisper, unable to comprehend the change in your belief system.

“You’re not upset, are you?” Elijah asks, reaching for your hand. He need to know your feelings on this; should you not want the bond; he would take a step back. It would hurt, but he would do it for your happiness. Should you accept the bond, he would be a man in possession of the greatest living thing on earth – you.

“I’m not upset,” You promise, smiling at the original vampire, tangling your fingers together.

You place your free hand on Elijah’s chest, fully aware that you would not feel a heart beat under your palm. Even through the designer material of his perfectly tailored suit, you can feel the coolness of his skin and whilst many would be repulsed by the lack of warmth, you only feel further attraction for the man in front of you.

Elijah’s hand covers yours; the action speaking louder than any words could. He can feel the life thrumming through your veins; the vitality that punctuates the air with every breath you take. He feels drunk on his feelings for you; at a loss to understand how your paths crossing months ago could lead to a moment like this.

“I want a forever with you,” You whisper boldly, moving your hand to the back of Elijah’s neck.

“Forever and more,” Elijah promises; sealing the spoken vow with an unhurried kiss.

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SteveTony Weekly - January 9th

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I’ve been reading this week. As always, leave your fic authors some love if you read and enjoy their stories!

And for my friends on Twitter--STW is there now, with the weekly list and daily spotlights!

**Indicates my recent favs

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Highest fall you'll ever grace by laireshi

“You’ll probably want these back,” Tony says at last, and it hurts almost physically to pull the dog tags over his head and offer them to Steve. But they never really belonged to Tony, did they?

Steve seems to hesitate for a second, but then he takes his dog tags with a weird expression. “Yeah,” he says. “They’re mine.”

How to Win Affection Without Really Trying by Annie D (scaramouche)

Tony almost dies saving Steve’s life, but that’s just part of being an Avenger. It’s no reason for Steve to get all weird and intense around him afterward.

***Living on Your Breath by Sineala

The Avengers have faced Onslaught and come home. The team has assembled again. And Steve is finally together with Tony. They're in love. Everything is perfect. But this happiness is all too brief, as Tony is kidnapped by forces unknown. Steve rushes off to rescue Tony, only to find that Tony has been brainwashed and turned against him. Now Steve, captured and tortured by the man he loves, must sacrifice everything he has to stop Tony from becoming a monster. Their relationship will never be the same again... if they both get out of here alive.

And I Am Whole by Sineala

A year after their captivity, Steve and Tony reclaim the rest of their lives together.

The Sixth Time is the Charm by nightwalker

The fifth time Steve tried to get Tony to fuck him (and failed) is when he started taking it personally.

***Bereavement by nightwalker

She sets her clipboard down on her lap and folds her hands over it. “I am very sorry for your loss, Agent Rogers.”

Love Me (Not) by navaan

Steve and Tony fall into a friends with benefits relationship and Tony is completely okay with that. Right?

**Orbiter Dictum by schmevil

Steve is at the sink, washing the few dishes that pizza for two generates, when he realizes that Tony is in love with him.

Pictures of You (Pictures of Us) by Social_Hemophilia

There are blank, empty spaces around Tony.

Steve notices and tries to fill them up.

***Home for the Holidays by iam93percentstardust

Tony's Malibu mansion has never felt emptier. His parents are dead, his uncle is gone, he hasn't spoken to the man who raised him in years, and the halls echo with the sounds of his regret. When his best friends suggest that he take a vacation for the holidays, he seizes at the opportunity, but he would never have imagined he'd end up on a website for house swapping.

Bucky's New York apartment has never been more quiet. He'd let his ex push away everyone he loved, let him use Bucky for his own gain, and he's got nothing to show for it other than some raging trust issues. When one of his friends suggests he get away from the city for December, he winds up agreeing to switch houses with Tony Stark, of all people.

Tony and Bucky come from two very different lifestyles, but over two weeks at the end of the year, they'll find laughter and love, and maybe, just maybe, they'll make themselves a new home.

To Make Much of Time by Sineala

When Iron Man rejects Steve's romantic advances, Steve is disappointed, but of course he understands -- Iron Man's secret identity is important. But when a portal opens and Tony Stark crashes into their midst from twelve years in the future, Steve starts to suspect that there are more secrets here than he can even begin to comprehend, and neither Iron Man nor Tony are providing any answers.

Slant Rhyme by dirigibleplumbing

Steve gave up on finding answers and closure regarding Civil War when he learned that Tony had erased his memories of the past year. Now that alien tech has created a psychic link between them, Steve finds that even direct access to Tony’s consciousness won’t illuminate what Tony does remember, because he’s actively trying to block Steve from everything that crosses his mind. Still, Steve discovers plenty of unexpected thoughts and feelings in Tony’s head…

**The Fire in my Veins and The Joy in my Soul by joannakth

“Except how statistically it really isn’t. Less than 3% of the general population identify orange as their favorite color. People hate orange,” Tony swallows thickly. “In fact, most people can’t stand orange. I mean, sure orange is a fun color at parties or nice to wear for a night out but people don’t commit to orange. Most people don’t even objectively like orange for its aesthetic beauty or even appreciate its importance in the color wheel. But, you love…orange.”

Or how Steve and Tony eventually find happily ever after.

**Like Coming Home by missbecky

After a tragic accident, Steve is given a chance to go back in time and deliver a warning to Tony in the hope of avoiding their fate. Something's gone wrong, though, because this is not his world he's ended up in. And that is definitely not his Tony who's planning to delete his own brain.

Sometimes your second chance isn't at all what you were expecting.

#stony #stevetony #stevetony fic #stevetony weekly #fic recs #stony fic #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #stony fic rec

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geminigirl0298 · 2 years

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The Course Of True Love

Relationship: Loki Odinson x Original Female Character

Summary: Loki Odinson never expected to see his mother hurrying down a hall with a smart-mouthed, soot-covered figure who was supposedly the princess of Vanaheim. He never expected her to stay more than a week, much less an entire century, and he surely did not expect their initial animosity to morph into the fluttering, tickling feeling he got in his stomach every time she was near.

Word Count: 4.5 k

A/N: This chapter is so soft!

Warnings: Smut later on (will be marked), 18+, loss of virginity, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, inappropriate language

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CHAPTER 6

“There was no need to pull me away like that,” Loki grumbled whilst he made his way towards his brother. “I can control myself, I’m not a child.”

Fjor shook his head. “A child, no. A master sorcerer with a penchant for tantrums? Yes. You were going to hurt that man had I not intervened.” Loki opened his mouth to protest, only to have Fjor talk over him. “Don’t say it isn’t true. You were giving him that look you give an opponent before a dagger embeds itself in their back. Sigrid would not take kindly to you killing her friend.”

Loki have a mirthless laugh. “Friend. Did you hear the things he was insinuating? What kind of a friend—nay, gentleman—makes such references to a lady’s face?” Fjor’s blue eyes filled with calculation as he pondered Loki’s words. He was probably thinking, Loki knew, that the trickster God had lost his mind.

“I do not think that was Leif’s intention.” Fjor’s voice was gentle, calm, as though he were approaching a wounded animal. “He just said they were together that night.”

Loki flinched. There was that word again that itched his skin and burnt his throat with rage. Together. “He made it sound so inappropriate. Together. Together doing what?”

“Maybe they wanted to go for a late-night ride? Haven’t you and Sigrid been sneaking out at night for centuries to go for strolls along the bridge?” Fjor sounded bored. “She had a life before you, Loki.”

“I’m aware,” he snapped, “because she’s told me everything about it. She just never mentioned this man ever before, which was fine when I thought he was merely an acquaintance but now it seems like he might be angling for more—”

“Loki—”

“—I know he has an agenda, I know it. Did you see the way he kissed her hand?”

“Loki—” Fjor attempted to interrupt him again. Loki was too far gone in his rant to notice.

“I even asked her who he was when he was mentioned in the letter. She made it seem like she barely knew him even though that is clearly not the case—”

“LOKI!” A hand clapped over his mouth, cutting him off mid-rant. Fjor was wide eyed, frustration evident in every inch of his face. His outburst had drawn the looks of a few passersby, to whom he gave sheepish nods of greeting. “Your talking is giving me a headache. I want to ask you something, but when I do, you need to shut up and not answer until I’ve finished. Can you do that?” Loki gave a stiff nod. “Good.”

Loki remained silent when Fjor removed his hand. They had stopped walking, now facing each other near the end of the bridge. He could see Thor in the distance past Fjor’s head laughing loudly with Fandral and Sif. Hogun was nowhere to be seen, and he knew Volstagg would have been elsewhere with his children, away from the adults.

“Loki, why does the prospect of Sigrid and Leif having a less than platonic past bother you so much?” Loki’s brows furrowed.

“I just told you. She’s never mentioned him before.”

Fjor shook his head. “Okay. Let’s try that again. Why have you never liked any of the men Sigrid has courted in the past?” Loki snorted.

“Whom? Arild and Marius? Those two flashes in the pan?” A cruel laugh bubbled up in the back of his throat. “You’ve got to be joking. The first one could not hold his liquor, and the next could not shoot an arrow to save his life.”

Fjor, an expert with a bow and arrow, placed his hands on his hips. “That’s funny because I don’t remember ever seeing you with a bow in hand. And neither of those things really mattered to Sigrid, did they? She seemed quite happy in both those relationships.”

“Happy until she wasn’t,” Loki reminded him. “She eventually lost interest in both and broke it off. Probably worn out by their lack of personality.” Loki placed his hands behind his back. “Sigrid knows she needs someone strong, who knows her and what she likes-”

“I would think her boyfriends knew her well enough.” Loki shot him an irritated glance.

“Neither of those men came close to Sigrid in terms of being. She is simply above them, as close to perfect as there ever was.” He paused to let his words sink in. “They were not good enough for her.”

Fjor raised a thick brow. His arms were folded across his chest now, one hand scratching his chin. He moved it back to his chest before giving a little shrug. “Then who is?”

The question stunned Loki into an immediate silence. His mind went blank. Centuries of well woven words and prolific arguments dried up on his tongue as he considered Fjor’s question. Who was good enough for his Sigrid? Not Leif, for sure, and not those two idiots from the past. He had once thought his father may suggest an alliance between her and Thor for the strength of their realms, but that thankfully never came to pass.

“Loki?” Fjor asked. “Are you in there?”

“I-” A piercing scream cut through the air. Loki and Fjor’s heads whipped in the direction of it. There were people huddled together a little way down the bridge. Quite a commotion was being had, and they kept peering over the edge to the boats down below.

“What in Hel…” he trailed off, sharing a confused glance with Fjor.

Fjor looked just as baffled. “I don’t —”

“HELP HER!” Loki jumped at the sudden yell. “SOMEONE HELP! THE PRINCESS HAS FALLEN OFF THE BRIDGE!”

Loki took off running. He was so caught off guard by what he heard that he forgot he could simply teleport from place to place. Once his brain caught up, he waved his hand and materialized at the spot he had left Sigrid in. Leif was standing in the middle of the crowd, face white as ash. Loki grabbed him by the shoulders and gave a mighty shake. “Where is Sigrid? WHERE IS SHE?”

“She fell!” Leif cried out. “It happened so fast; I could not even grab her!” Disgusted, Loki released him and dropped to his stomach on the bridge. The lake was dimly lit below, taken up by canoes filled with festival spectators. By the chatter rising, he could tell they were all aware that an incident had occurred.

“Did she fall on a boat?” Loki questioned. His eyes searched the occupants below for flashes of silver or dark curly hair. “Is it possible she fell onto a boat?”

“I-I heard the splash! She’s in the water.” Leif had joined him in searching at the bridge edge. “Sigrid can swim, right? She’ll be okay?” The distress in the other man’s voice did nothing to bring him peace. If anything, it served to dial his impatience for the man up to abhorrence.

“Not in such rapid waters, she can’t,” he hissed. “The boats had to be anchored down to prevent them going off the edge. If she’s down there…” He glanced down at the crowd below. Images of Sigrid’s lifeless body being tossed around by the waves flashed in his mind, filling his veins with an intense dread. “No. The boats. I need to move the boats.”

Loki raised his hands towards the air. He chose a random boat and locked on, using his seidr to push it to the side. A chorus of shrieks rose from below. The inhabitants of the wooden structure braced themselves as it lurched, spraying the ones around it with sea water.

“Loki, stop!” It was Fjor’s voice, a few feet from where he stood. He had almost forgotten he had left him behind. “Stop!” Loki ignored him, locking onto another boat to move it out of the way. All he needed was to either spot Sigrid or create a proper surface for her to lift her head for air. “Loki!”

“I must find her!” he shouted. “She’s been under too long!” Another spray of water and round of shrieks as he rocked another boat. People began clinging to the ends for dear life. He moved another, and another, and another—

“Loki, if you dislodge those anchors those people will die!” Fjor seized his hands and attempted to shove them down. “You cannot do this!”

“SHE WILL DIE!” he roared, pushing Fjor off of him. “She will die if I do nothing! I won’t let those people fall but I will not lose her!”

“You have no way of ensuring that!” Fjor raised his voice right back. “There are children in those boats! Think!”

“I see her!” It was Leif, kneeling at the bridge. His finger pointed Loki in the direction of a figure being carried by the water. It was surrounded by billows of silvery cloth, and—here, Loki’s heart clenched—unmoving. “What do we do now?”

“Now I save her.” He waved his hand and waited. A second passed, then another. Loki waved his hand again. Despite the green sheen of light appeared over the water, Sigrid remained in the grip of her watery prison.

“What’s happening?” Fjor wanted to know. “Why isn’t your magic working?”

“I don’t…” Loki shook both his hands with fervor. “I don’t know.” He attempted to lock onto her body again, focusing all his might on bringing her to him. It was much harder to move a person than an object. A sweat broke out on his forehead as he gave an extra push that gave rise to a green light appearing around her body. Loki waved his hand again, waiting for her to appear next to him… and suddenly his boots were wet.

“What?” Fjor stepped away from the puddle of water. “How did this water get here?” Realization dawned on Loki.

“The waves. It’s the waves.” He clutched Fjor’s collar with trembling hands. “They’re too rough. My magic can’t decipher her from the waves. They’re moving her too quickly.” Fjor saw the decision in his eyes before he voiced it.

“Loki, no.” Apprehension was abound in his tone. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Do you have a better idea?” Sigrid’s body was now near the beginning of the waterfall. If she tipped over the edge that would be it. The Vanir and Aesir alike could survive longer than Midgardians without oxygen, but the pile of jagged rocks below would tear her to shreds. “I have to.”

“Have to what?” Leif, useless as he was in this situation, had the gall to keep asking questions. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going in after her like you should have done.”

Fjor placed a hand on his chest. He took a step towards him, eyes locking on his, and Loki saw for the first time a hint of terror from his past lover. “Can you do this?” His voice was a murmur. “If you jump in, do you think you can get the both of you to safety?”

“I have to try.” This was the closest in proximity they had been since their relationship had ended. It must have look intimate, he knew, since Leif was watching the two with intent. “I must try. She’s my-”

“It’s Thor!”

Loki had never been so relieved to hear his brother’s name. He craned his neck to search for Sigrid, finding her at an alarming distance from the edge of the waterfall. Just as her body tipped over, his brother zoomed past in the air and caught her. He let his hammer guide him to where Loki stood and landed with a thump on the bridge.

“Brother.” Worry was etched into Thor’s face as he motioned to the girl in his arms. “She’s not breathing.”

“Place her down here,” instructed Fjor. “Quickly now.” When Thor rested her body on the bridge, Loki knelt near Sigrid’s head.

“Sig?” he patted her face. “Sig? Can you hear me?” She had already turned a stark shade of white. Her lips and fingers were blue with cold, and when he pressed his fingers to her neck, his heart rate stuttered. “She has no pulse!” He positioned his hands on her chest to begin compressions. Two dark hands appeared over his before he could commence.

“Let me.” Fjor’s voice was soft and understanding. “You’re too worked up. Let me.” Loki fell backwards as Fjor began his compressions. Thor was right behind him, holding him up with one meaty arm.

“She could die,” he choked. Tears blurred his vision at the thought of never seeing her again. “I could lose her tonight, and the last thing she would have heard would have been my snapping at her.”

“Loki, Sigrid is not going to die.” There was a waver in Thor’s voice for the girl whom he considered a sister.

“How do you know?” Tears blurred his eyes now, and he reached up to grip his brother’s arm. “How do you know?”

Thor was silent for a while. When he did reply, his voice was more level than before. “Because I am your big brother, and I would not tell you an untruth. If I say that Sigrid is not going to die, then she’s not going to die.” His hand cupped the back of Loki’s neck with an unusual gentleness. “Now wipe those tears and start thinking of how you’re going to apologize to my sister when she is conscious again, because I know whatever happened was through no fault of hers.”

A cough filled the air.

“Sigrid!” Loki scrambled towards her as she doubled over. Her body heaved with the force of the expulsion. Water vomited from her lungs as she attempted to take a breath. “That’s it.” He rubbed circles on her back to help her along. “That’s it, just breathe.”

Loki moved to cradle her upper body in his arms. He was aware of the audience around him—his brother, Fjor, Leif and various other attendees—yet his mind was occupied with only one thought. “Sig.”. She was like ice in his arms, skin wet and clammy from her ordeals. Her dress was ripped and torn, a shame considering how well it suited her. “Sig, can you hear me?”

“I-” Sigrid’s eyes blinked rapidly. Freezing hands gripped his armor with a fervor. “I am s-so c-cold.” Her teeth chattered with the effort it took to get the words out. “Loki, I am s-so c-cold. Please-” She broke off with another shaky gasp.

“Let me take her to the healers.” Thor knelt next to him. “You can meet us there.”

“No,” Loki held her shivering body closer. “She stays with me. I’ll keep her safe.”

“Loki, she is freezing, and I can get there faster than you. Let me have her.” This time, Thor did not wait for permission. He just lifted Sigrid out of Loki’s arms and stood. “She will be fine. I promise you. Come as soon as you can.”

ooOOoo

The initial plunge into the water had been a shock. One minute Sigrid was speaking to Leif and the next she was falling headfirst towards the choppy black waves. She was a good swimmer, trained by the same instructors that taught Loki and Thor, so it was no surprise when her instincts kicked in. Sigrid fought her way to the surface using her legs and arms like she had learned all those years ago. She was sure it would have worked had the water not been so harsh.

“Ow.” Sigrid winced as Frigga ran the brush over a sore spot on her head. The Queen paused to give her a look. “I hit my head in the water. It’s nothing.”

“I’ll be more careful.” Frigga went back to humming and brushing out her hair. Her mother had loved doing the same when she was a child. As per the customs of her Midgardian religion, women rarely cut their hair more than a little trim to get rid of dead ends. Sigrid hated the long hair at first, as it always got in her way when she wanted to run about and play. It was only her mother’s passing that made her cling to the tradition. Now, her hair ran well past her waist in the waves she had inherited from her mother. “There. All done!”

“Thank you, Frigga.” Frigga placed the brush to the side and stroked her hair, careful to avoid her injury. Sigrid’s return to the castle after her rescue had been met with a flurry of barked commands from Thor and swift action from the healers. Thor stood by her bedside whilst they checked her for broken bones or internal injuries and would have surely stayed the entire time had they not needed to bathe her in some warm water. Loki and Frigga arrived by the time they were done to take her to her room. They sat her in front the large fireplace with blanket and a pot of tea.

“You’re welcome, my child. Is there anything else I can get you? Perhaps some more tea?”

“Oh, please no. It’s so bitter.” Plus, she was not keen on having to wake up and run to the bathroom multiple times during the night. Sigrid was exhausted from her ordeal and just wanted to rest. “I’d just like to sleep.” Frigga nodded.

“I’ll instruct the servants to let you sleep in.” She kissed Sigrid’s forehead, brushing her now dry hair out of her face. Loki had known the thick locks took hours to dry so he used his magic to help them along. “I’m so pleased that you’re okay. When I got word of what had happened, I was so frightened.” Frigga straightened, her hand still on Sigrid’s head. “Odin will be wanting an update on your condition. He is glad that you’ve pulled through.”

“Ah, yes,” spoke Loki from the corner of her room. He was sequestered away from the heat of the fire, still close enough to watch Sigrid in case she needed his help. “He did come running ever so quickly when he found out.”

Frigga walked over to her son and tugged his ear. “Stop it. He’s in a strategy meeting and you know how he gets.” Loki smiled at her, getting to his feet to escort her from the room. “You’ll stay with her for a bit, yes? Until she’s alright?”

“I will stay until the princess orders me away.” He opened the door for his mother and gestured to her guards. “Goodnight mother.”

“Goodnight, son.” Loki closed the doors to her room once his mother had left. He walked over to Sigrid, who let out the yawn that had been welling up. She stretched her arms wide over her head and let the yawn draw all her fatigue to the surface.

“Someone’s tired,” Loki commented.

“Hmmm,” she nodded once and attempted to get to her feet, only for a lean pair of arms to scoop her up. “I can walk just fine,” she said. Despite her protest, she let her head drop onto his chest as he carried her.

“Can you?” There was teasing in his voice. He deposited her on her bed and helped get the covers over her. “You just fell off a bridge, you know.” She grunted. He was not going to let this one go anytime soon. As a matter of fact, he might just use it as an excuse to be even more protective of her.

“Stay with me?” Hope lilted her voice up at the end. “I’m still a little cold.”

“Of course.” A green line ran from his head to his toes, changing his outfit into loose pants and tunic. He slid in beside her then and turned on his side to face her. Sigrid placed her hands under her cheek. Even the blankets she was wrapped in along with the thick covers she was under could not chase away the biting chill from her bones.

“Are you alright?” Loki had not spoken much since her return to consciousness. She remembered him holding her on the bridge, rubbing her back to help expel the water. His familiar arms had clutched her like she would disappear at any given moment—tight, desperate—until she was taken up by Thor and flown to the palace.

“Me?” Loki gave a short laugh. “I should be the one asking you that.”

Sigrid raised a mocking brow. “You should also be keeping me warm instead of lying so far away.” The bed shifted as Loki shuffled closer to her. They were now cuddled together in the middle of her bed, faces just a hair’s breadth apart. He was giving her that amused stare reserved for the sole purpose of her antics. “See? Nice and toasty.”

Loki gave a low chuckle. His hand came up to rest on her cheek, thumb moving over the skin in slow strokes. Their legs intertwined to rub against the other’s. A hum of appreciation left her throat as his warmth seeped into her body. “Are you okay?” He wanted to know. “Or was that all a farce for the sake of my mother?”

“I was frightened,” she admitted. “I tripped on the blanket and fell, and the waves were so strong. They pulled me under before I could even break the surface.”

“The blanket?” he repeated. “The blanket I gave you?”

“Loki, this was not your fault.” She brought one hand to his chest to caress it. “I am fine. Thor saved me, and I know you would’ve tried everything to help.” The whispers she had picked up on during her time at the healers came back to her. At first the words made no sense, just one or two and random phrases, until she made one of them tell her what all the fuss was about. “They told me about the boats. Your magic is a lot stronger than I thought.”

Loki’s thumb slowed. He watched her for a few seconds, internalizing the meaning within her statement. “I won’t apologize for trying to save your life, if that’s what you’re attempting to say.”

Sigrid breathed out. “It’s not.”

“Then what?” Defense was evident in the thin line of his mouth. It let Sigrid know that she would have to tread with caution.

“Loki, if something were to happen to me, now or in the future—”

“Nothing is going to happen to you.” She covered his mouth with two of her fingers.

“Let me finish.” He nodded. “If something were to happen to me, be it an accident or a spell gone wrong, I don’t want you to lose your head. You are one of the best sorcerers in the realms, so I’ve no doubt you know the capacities within which to operate. We just can’t behave as though there isn’t the chance that you may overestimate in a way that gets people hurt.” She paused to sigh. “My life is not more important than the collective.”

Throughout her speech, a myriad of emotions crossed Loki’s face. Now that she finished, one claimed dominance over the rest: anger. His mouth thinned into a grim line. She could see his face rippling with the effort to contain himself. For a split second, she thought he was going to yell. Instead, the hand that was on her face slipped to the back of her head. It wound itself into her locks, bringing her face towards his until their foreheads touched. “Loki?”

“Do you have any idea how it felt to find out you had fallen from that bridge?” he demanded. “To see your unmoving body floating around like a rag doll in that water. Do you know how that felt?”

She gaped at him. “I-”

“I was terrified.” The crack in his voice made tears prick the back of her eyes. “Sigrid, I thought you were dead. I thought I had lost you.” Shock ran through her body when the first tear fell from his eye. Crying was an uncommon occurrence for Loki. She had probably seen him cry a handful of times since they met, most of them being when they were younger. Him crying as an adult was a once in a millennia feat.

“It’s okay.” She let her hands run across his chest as she choked back tears of her own. “Loki, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain anymore. I understand.”

“No, I must.” He took one of her hands and brought her palms to his lips, placing a deep kiss that sent a shock through her body. His head moved even closer to her, letting the tip of his nose bump hers. “Sig, I cannot lose you. You are the most important thing to me. If nothing else on these nine realms, I owe my living to you and you only. So no, I will not be careful, and I will most definitely lose my head anytime something happens to you and you are just going to have to deal with that because I…” Green eyes slid closed as he took a shaky breath. “I cannotlose you.”

“You won’t. “I’m fine. I’m right here and I’m fine. You’re not going to lose me.” She glided her arms up his chest and around his neck into a hug. Loki’s arms moved down her back to her waist, pulling her body flush against his. Loki tucked his face into the crook of her neck and gave her shoulder a kiss. He had never placed his lips there before, and she had to bite her lip to hold in the sudden moan that welled up in her throat

“Sigrid?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you okay? You sound like you’re choking.” His voice was laced with worry. “Is your breathing okay?”

“Y-yes.” She placed a hand on the back of his neck to stop him from turning to look at her. How was she to explain that the feel of his mouth so near her neck had made her forget, for just a second, that he was her best friend and nothing more? “I’m just tired.”

“Right. How silly of me.” Relaxed, she let him pull away to stare at her. “Do you need another blanket?”

“Actually, I’m warmer now.” She pulled off the top layer wrapped around her and settled beneath just the sheets of her bed. Loki’s peck had served to get her heart rate going and by extension, get rid of the remaining cold in her body.

“Okay,” he murmured. She returned to her original position, placing her hands beneath her face once again. Just as her eyes closed, she felt familiar fingers tangling themselves in her hair. A low hum filled the room—Loki’s—a tune that Frigga used to sing around the place when they were younger. She had always been fond of the song, whilst Loki never let on if he felt the same.

“I love this song,” she whispered, voice slurred with sleepiness.

The humming stopped for Loki to say two words; “I know”, and then started up again.

Sigrid was asleep before he finished the first verse.

Chapter 7

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Anything else, Mr. Barber?

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, coercion, blow job, somniphilia, abuse of power, no edit.

This is dark!Andy Barber and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Andy Barber is fed up with his tardy assistant.

Based on these drabble requests:

Andy Barber + somniphilia + “You’re late.” + Andy waking up the reader with sex.

Andy Barber + losing a bet + “do it or I’ll make you.” + Reader bets on something she's confident about, and agrees (ig?) to go down on Andy if she loses. When she inevitably loses, she's reluctant…

Andy Barber + “Do it or I’ll make you.” + abuse of power + Andy wants his cock sucked by his young assistant, but she's a little reluctant.

Andy Barber + “Why are you crying?” + Somniphilia + Something where he forces himself on her and she doesn’t wake up until the end

You knocked with your elbow before the voice came from the other side of the door, staunch and irritated. Fuck, you were late again. It wasn’t your fault, the cafe was crowded and your boss hated the vending machines river water. You let yourself in but Andy didn’t even look up as you entered.

You put the paper cup down as you greeted him, “Mr. Barber.”

“You’re late,” he kept his eyes on the folder in front of him.

“I got held up at--”

He took the cup and sniffed the brim. He scrunched his lips and sat up, his eyes meeting yours at last.

“Cream or milk?” he frowned.

“Milk, like always,” you wisped, your heart still beating from your frantic race to the office.

He took a sip and put it back heavily. He swallowed stiffly and cleared his throat.

“You sure?” he gave a fickle grimace, “tastes like cream.”

“I swear I ordered milk--”

“Just like you said yesterday you wouldn’t be late again.”

“I tried, I--”

“No more excuses,” he crossed his arms, “you’re late one more time and you owe me.”

“I’ll stay late tonight,” you offered.

“No, we’ll see,” he shifted in his chair, “if you can keep track of time, maybe we won’t have to.”

“I’m sorry--”

“You have work to catch up on,” he interrupted again and dropped his arms, he leaned back and grabbed a paper from the pile, “go on.”

You left and sighed as you closed the door behind you. You went to your desk, only a few feet from his office and took off your jacket. You really tried to be on time but Andy just didn’t seem to realise that his last minute texts for you to head down to the archives or to hit the coffee shop weren’t helping. That or he just didn’t care.

You booted your computer and fished around for a pen in your bag. Your leg jiggled as you thought about the next day, maybe if you left earlier you might avoid another slip-up.

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A week. A whole week and every day you were right on time. Andy couldn’t complain as you brought him his dark roast with milk and his documents in their acrid folders. It cost you some sleep and some early morning road rage, but he had nothing to gripe about as you met him with a smile.

It didn’t last. You hit a train at midtown and that threw your whole day off. Usually you missed it as the freight came at the same time every morning. The universe liked to see you fail.

Again you entered after a knock. Andy didn’t say anything as you set down his cup and you hesitated to leave as you waited for his reproach. Still nothing. You went to the door and his chaired squeaked.

“Before you leave tonight, we need to talk,” he snarled.

“Yes, Mr. Barber,” you pulled the door open.

“I need the Hanson files copied,” you heard him toss the envelope and you turned around.

“Will do,” you neared and took the manila casing.

“Collated and stapled,” he stared you down, “now go. I’m done wasting time.”

You retreated and flinched as the door clicked behind you. You pushed your head back and cringed. Fucking train.

☕

This time, Andy was late. It wasn’t unusual that his hearings ran long but you knew if you left, it would be worse. The elevator dinged and you watched the doors. He stepped out and bid a goodbye to whoever else was within. He didn’t even glance at you as he quieted and swept by your desk.

He snapped his fingers as he opened the door to his office and you stood. You felt like a dog, your tail between your legs as you followed.

“Close the door,” he said and you obeyed again.

He dropped his bag against his desk and sat. He rolled the chair back as he spread his legs wide and stretched his arms behind his head. He rubbed his eyes and his hands fell onto his thighs. He tilted his head and his jaw twitched as you faced him nervously.

“How many times do we have this conversation?”

“Please, there was a train--”

“Always something. The whole world is against you,” he scowled. “Well, I’m done with warnings. You were late and you owe me.”

“Mr. Barber--”

“Don’t worry, I’ve been thinking about it all day, how to settle this all,” his lips curved slightly, “we had a deal. You’re late, you pay.”

You were silent and slightly confused. You gulped and his fingers tapped on his pants. You winced as suddenly he gripped his belt buckle and unhooked it.

“Mr--”

“Get over here,” he said.

“Wha--”

“We’re done talking, so get over here and show me you want this job,” he sneered, “because it really doesn’t seem like you do.”

“No, I-- you can’t--”

“Do it or I’ll make you,” he shifted as he reached down his dress pants and pushed down his pale blue boxers.

“Mr.--”

“You make me real tired of repeating myself and if I have to again, this conversation and your time here is over,” his eyes bore into you and you wavered on your feet.

You took a careful step, waiting for him to stop you, waiting for him to tell you he was kidding. He didn’t and you took another and another until you were behind his desk. He turned his chair to face you and stroked himself above his open fly. Your lips parted as you couldn’t help but stare.

“I don’t have to tell you how to suck it, do I?” he taunted.

You inhaled and grabbed the desk as you got to your knees. He kept playing with himself as he wheeled closer. He angled his dick forward and tapped your lips as you bent over him. You let out your breath and opened your mouth. You wetted the tip with your tongue before you stretched your lips around it.

His hand fell from his dick and went to the back of your head. He urged you down and groaned as he felt the resistance at the back of your throat. You choked as he forced himself deeper and you breathed through your nose. His other hand went to your shoulder as he guided your motion, slowly at first.

The sloppy noise of your mouth filled the office and you gripped the top of his pants as you struggled to keep going. Your eyes watered and the droplets hovered along your lashes. He moved you fast and moaned as his fingertips swirled over your scalp.

“That’s it,” he said, “knew you must be good for something.”

You murmured around his dick and he hissed. Your throat constricted around him as you gagged and he shoved your head down over and over.

“Don’t make a mess now,” he purred.

He pulled you back and slammed you down all at once. He held you there and rolled his hips as he jerked and came down your throat. You let out a pathetic sputter and gasped as you gulped down his salty cum. Your throat milked his dick and he sighed as he eased out of your mouth.

You fell back and caught yourself on your hands. He rubbed his thighs and stared down at his wet cock, “whew, well, let’s hope you’re late again tomorrow.”

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You weren’t late again but that only seemed to make Andy’s temper worse. Even as you arrived before him, he seemed irked by your very existence. He got his coffee, his files, and anything else he could think to demand. You got your peace even if it wasn’t entirely that.

You were tired all the time. You made double sure to be at the office a full hour before your start and you even stayed late, just in case he wanted to punish you for leaving without his say so.

Several weeks passed but things didn’t get better, especially as each time you walked into his office, you felt him in your throat, heard his dark moans.

That day was no different as you waited for him and his black jacket flapped against you as he brushed past you without so much as a good morning. You turned and followed him into his office and put his coffee down. He shook his head and sat.

He took a drink and grimaced. “Cold,” he muttered.

“Sorry, Mr. Barber, I--”

“Go,” he waved you off.

You swallowed your voice and went. You sat at your desk and heard a sudden splat and the hollow clatter of the coffee cup. Was he mad at you? About what? You were early everyday, you got him everything he asked for, you did your job, you lived at work… what more could he want?

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When his assistant wasn’t late the next day, Andy was smug. He’d taught her her place and gotten off in the process.

At first, he’d nearly slapped himself for the idea. He knew it was wrong but he was tired of her being late, tired of being unhappy about everything in his life. Laurie barely looked at him as she brought her work home, Jacob was too busy with his friends to need his dad, and this woman couldn’t even bring him his coffee on time.

It was a simple solution to two problems. It eased both his stress over his errant employee and the neglect of his marriage. It didn’t last, but she wasn’t late again. Even after a week, even after two, then three. His frustration returned and so did his need.

He couldn’t look at her. Everytime he did, he saw her on her knees, head bobbing over his lap, and heard those delightful noises. She made him want it again but he didn’t know how to get her again. It was easy to justify it with her missteps but when she behaved, it made him feel rotten.

That, however, did not keep him from getting hard whenever she called him Mr. Barber or her eye lingered on him a little too long.

He didn’t know what to do, so that day, he stayed late at the courthouse. He called the office and told her to go, otherwise she would wait for him. If anything, his lesson had been effective in teaching her the importance of punctuality.

But even as he drove home, he kept thinking of her. He stopped at the corner of his street as the streetlights turned on and stared down at the dark shape of Laurie’s car. He took out his phone and dialed.

“Andy,” Laurie answered.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late, things… I’m just all tied up. I’ll be a while,” he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against his knuckles as he gripped the steering wheel.

“Fine,” she answered curtly, “see you in the morning?”

“Uh huh,” he sat up, they both knew it was an empty promise.

He headed back to the office. He searched through the old filing cabinet and pulled out the resume; hers. He read the address at the top. He hoped she hadn’t moved since then. He keyed it into his phone and got out the doors right before the cleaners locked up.

He drove to her building and sat outside. He watched the front and as less people came, he knew he had to act. He reached behind his seat and grabbed the empty paper bag from his lunch. He puffed it up and took off his suit jacket. He went to his trunk and took out the hoodie he kept for emergencies.

He ran up the steps of the building as a woman unlocked the door. He waved to her and called out, “hey,” she turned back as the door buzzed and she opened it, “you don’t mind holding that? I’ve been waiting for an answer for twenty minutes and… he waved the bag, “it’s getting cold.

“Oh, whatever,” she let him grab the door and he smiled, enlivened by his own act.

“Thanks,” he followed and watched her disappear onto the elevators.

He repeated the number in his head, 310, 310, 310…

He took the stairs up to the third floor and left the bag against a railing. He stepped into the hall and counted the doors to hers. He listened through the wood, he could hear her television. He tried the handle but it didn’t budge.

He exhaled and reached into his pocket for his keys. He still had the pocket knife from the days when Jacob was in the scouts. He remembered the trick his dad had taught him, one of many he couldn’t forget. He unfolded the nail file and jammed it in the slot.

He wiggled and the door opened as the handle almost cracked in his grip. He peeked around and pushed inside. He expected her to gasp, maybe even to scream, but she didn’t even sit up.

The deadbolt was loose, broken from his intrusion. He put the chain in place instead and approached the back of the couch. Again he braced himself for her shock. She was asleep. The coffee table was littered with a styrofoam container, a wine glass, and a half empty bottle.

He stopped and stared down at her. He tucked away the knife and took off the hoodie. He paced, hoping she’d wake up and scare him out of what he was thinking off. He had come this far, hadn’t he? He couldn’t stop now. He wouldn’t.

He unbuttoned his shirt and as he got to the last, he paused. He should go home but what was there but a silent and sleepless night beside his wife. He folded the shirt over the chair and took off his leather shoes. He rolled off his socks and stood straight. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down with his boxers.

He was hard and hurting. He went to the couch and sidled between it and the coffee table. He grabbed the wine bottle and swigged. For courage. His nerves were jittering as he looked down at her dark blue tee. It was longer and reached halfway down her thighs. He only ever saw her in her blouses and her skirts, a bit clueless but always put together.

He touched her leg lightly and cautiously bent it. She breathed loudly but didn’t rouse. He straightened her leg and reached under her shirt. He tugged the panties down and untangled them from her feet, watching her face with each move.

He moved her leg over the edge of the couch and got on his knees beside the other. He tickled along the hem of her shirt and bent over her, holding himself up on the arm as he stroked his dick. She was going to wake up.

He didn’t care, he needed to fuck her. He pushed against her and slid his dick back until he found her entrance. He watched himself as he thrust into her in a single motion. Her body jolted and she grumbled. He smelled the wine on her breath but she stayed asleep.

He rocked his hips and hummed at the sensation of her walls around him. He dipped into her over and over, a smooth rhythm as it got easier with each tilt of his hip. He focused on his dick gliding in and out of her as he grasped the collar of her tee in his hand.

He sped up as he felt the ecstasy bubbling inside of him. His flesh slapped against her loudly and her leg dangled against his thigh. He closed his eyes and pushed his head back as he let out a long groan. So close, so close, and all he could focus on was his climax, even as he heard her surprised voice and felt her hands bounce of his chest.

“Andy!” she cried out.

He crashed into her and she shoved against him. Her legs bent around him and she wriggled helplessly. She sobbed and he bucked one last time as he came. He spilled into her as her walls squeezed him.

“Call me Mr. Barber,” he purred as he held himself completely inside of her.

He opened his eyes as he heard her sob. He looked down and stroked her cheek. She turned her head away from him and smacked away his hand.

“Why are you crying?” he asked and pushed against her until she whimpered.

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