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youraverageaemondsimp · 3 months

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Secrets behind the curtain. // Actor!Aemond Targaryen x Manager!Reader || MODERN AU

Summary: Aemond takes out his frustration of losing an award on you.

WARNINGS: mdni, dubious consent, p in v sex, unprotected sex, tiddy sucking, degradation, dacryphilia, car (it's a limousine) sex, slightly dark!aemond, riding, messy sex, power imbalance, rigged award show, + not proofread, please lemme know if I missed any.

WC: 1.7K

A/N: I cooked this while trynna complete my other wips like bro 😭 adhd be like 😋 also this isn't dark enough to be tagged under mae:dark!content but it does contain dubious consent (reader is implied to find the situation inappropriate to fuck) so yeah, a heads up // divider creds: @cafekitsune

“And the best actor award goes to…” The host trails off, leaving room for suspense and Aemond leans back relaxed on his chair, knowing that he would be winning.

“Jason Lannister!”

As the host announces the name, your blood runs cold, you notice Aemond twitch slightly in his seat, he shoots you a glare and you look down at your feet.

Aemond watches in anger as Jason goes up the stage and collects the award, “That asshole isn't even that good at acting.” He scoffs and you swallow, “Aemond, the cameras.” you whisper and he rolls his eyes, putting on a fake expression of a smile, as though he's happy that Jason won, but you know the truth.

After this award, a small break was given to artists to freshen up, redo their makeup, or relieve themselves, but for Aemond that wasn't the case, “We're leaving.” He tells you and you look at him in shock, “But- the award show hasn't ended yet? If we live now, the press might notice and create articles on how you left right after you lost.” You reason, trying to catch up to Aemond as he was making his way through the alleyway, reaching his limousine which was parked behind the building, he checked the area for any press before he turned to face you.

“And whose fault was that? You brought me here, saying that I would win, look what happened now.” He grabs you by your cheeks roughly and you swallow thickly, “You were supposed to win! The judges evaluated that your performance was better but the Lannisters might've played foul.” You tried to reason but he scoffs, making his way over to the limousine and getting in.

“Where the fuck is the driver?” He asks you, when he sees you getting inside along with him, and you shrug, “He probably went to take a break– but Aemond please, your image will be ruined if you leave now.” You beg, yet he remains quiet and sits down, you shut the door behind you and sit down as well, awkward silence filling up the air.

There was no convincing Aemond once he made up his mind, so you dialled the drivers number but he didn't pick up, and you took this as a sign to persuade Aemond one last time, as if he'll suddenly change his mind even though he refused multiple times.

“Aemond, the press will write about how you were upset that you didn't win and left right after, besides that isn't the only award you are nominated for, you are also nominated for best character in the series, which will take place after this break.” You tell him calmly and he scoffs, “Yeah, just so i can lose that award too right?” He glares at you, and you shut up.

You sigh to yourself, knowing that you'd have to be the one dealing with damage control, Otto and Alicent would not be pleased, considering how Aemond had already once gotten into a controversy for taunting his nephews at an award show, questioning their birth indirectly.

You are about to dial the driver's number once again before your phone is yanked off from your grip, your hand is then grabbed and you stumble forward into Aemond arms.

He wastes no time in unbuttoning your shirt revealing your bra, he untucks your shirt and pulls it off you, throwing it on the ground and then begins mouthing at your breast, and kissing on your neck.

“Aemond— we can't right now—” You try to protest but he interrupts you, “Shut the fuck up.” He grits his teeth and you immediately obey.

He pushes you down onto the seat and pulls your pants off, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and feeling vulnerable.

You open your mouth to protest again but he slams his lips against you, leaving you unable to speak. The kiss is aggressive, hungry and anger filled, he bites your lip enough to make it painful but not to draw blood, and you whine into the kiss. His hands roam up your body and he finds your breasts, squeezing them tightly and mostly aggressively.

He pulls away and begins to undo his own pants, unbuckling belt and pulling his pants and boxers down, revealing his hard and leaking cock, he unbuttons his shirt slightly, feeling hot.

Your panties are pulled off in an instant and thrown to where the rest of your clothes are, same with your bra, you grip the edge of slim seats to not fall off when he grabs your legs and spreads them wide, before leaning forward and causing your knees to push up against your chest.

He spits on your cunt, his hands now holding the underside of your knees, he lets one of them in order to line his cock up against your entrance before going back to the underside of your knees again.

You gasp when his cock stretches your walls, throwing your head back in pleasure, Aemond doesn't waste any moment and begins to ram harshly into your cunt and you bite your lip to prevent noises from coming out.

“Fucking slut, look at how wet you've become.” He says harshly, his hips thrusting in and out at a fast pace, he grabs your arms and pins them upwards, “'Foul play' you say? It doesn't matter how much money they've spent, you should've spent more.” He grits his teeth, still remembering your words from earlier. “B-but that wouldn't be fair–” You are cut off with a light slap to your cheek, before he grips it tightly, “Fair? Who cares about fairness? Look what happened now.” He spits in your mouth.

You swallow, knowing you have no choice, a small smirk forms on his lips at what you've done, likely satisfied with your behaviour.

But soon he remembers that this situation didn't occur because he simply wanted to fuck his favourite woman like all the other times, no, he was mad at you.

“You're so fucking useless, do you know that?” He asks and you sniff, staying silent.

“Useless whore, you couldn't even make me win the award, the only thing you're good for is being a cocksleeve and a cunt to dump my cum into.” He degrades you and you can feel the tears begin to form in your eyes at his words.

Yet he finds joy in those tears.

“You're crying now? Imagine how I felt when I lost the award huh? How embarrassing was it for me? Especially to that fucking Jason Lannister.” His thrusts become even more brutal.

Your body jolts up and down the seat at the impact, but you still remain silent, the only noises that leave your mouth being whines and moans.

“You're fired.”

Your eyes shoot wide open at those words and you begin to shake, “No- no, please!” You beg and he chuckles, “Desperate to keep this job that much huh? Why? Is it because of my cock?” He asks and you shake your head no, “Please–” You beg and he seems to be in thought.

He suddenly pulls you up, changing positions.

He is now sitting straight with you straddling him, your arms gripping his shoulders for balance.

“Do you really want to keep this job?” He asks and you nod eagerly, “Well, you know what to do.” He says and you nod.

You raise your hips slightly before going down again, you set a decent pace and begin riding him, you bounce up and down on his cock, gripping his shoulders tight, whilst he grips your hips.

“You're so fucking pretty like this.” He mutters, pressing kisses on your breasts before pulling your nipple into his mouth, your pace falters slightly, yet his mouth remains on your breast, suckling on the nipple, twirling his tongue around the bud, and groaning in pleasure.

He leaves your breast with a wet pop before giving the other one the same attention, “I love these tits so much, I can only imagine how delicious it would be if they swell up with milk.” He sighs, rubbing his face in between them and placing a kiss on your sternum.

You begin picking up the pace again, slightly leaning forward which makes the tip of his cock hit the sweet spot, making you let out a moan, you feel his grip tighten on your hips, and soon starts to thrust upwards, matching your pace.

“Fuck Aem– I'm so close.” You close your eyes, “I know baby, me too.” He kisses your neck, and due to the repeated hits at your sweet spot, you finish with a loud moan and immediately fall limp at the impact, your breathing uneven as you rest your cheek on his shoulder.

He thrusts a few more times before he comes too with a grunt, painting your walls white with his seed. You both stay like that for a moment until you break the silence with a question, “Are you actually gonna fire me?” You question and he chuckles, “And miss out having the best fucking company ready 24/7 for me? No. I'm no such fool.” He answers.

Suddenly your phone begins to ring, you get off him and pick the call up and Aemond watches you to do so.

You gasp when the other person reveals the news to you, and you turn to look at Aemond, who looks at you with furrowed eyebrows, and you end the conversation with the other person, cutting the call.

“The award show is cancelled, apparently the Lannisters have been exposed for the foul play they had done.” you tell him, and his face immediately becomes bright with a smile on his face, and soon it is replaced with a smirk as he watches you put your clothes on.

“You better prepare yourself for a round two at my house.” He tells you and quickly pulls his pants up, before you can say anything, the door opens

“Sorry madam, I wasn't able to pick up the call, my phone died when I tried to.” The driver apologises and gets into the vehicle, seating himself on the driver's seat and quickly starts the limousine, and you sit down next to Aemond, who rests his hand on your thigh, causing goosebumps to rise as you oddly anticipate what's about to come.

The ride home felt like an eternity.

— ! ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

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lovelettersfromluna · 5 months

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can i request one of your girls' drabble, ellie is edging u while filming 🤭

Oh god….the camgirl!Ellie saga continues….

an: if any of you would like to see more of these little drabbles from my series pls feel free to inbox me! I love writing these two so so much

Warnings: SMUT!! 18+, MDNI!!!, edging, dom!Ellie, camgirl!Ellie, live stream sex, dirty talk, usage of toys, fingering, clit slapping, nipple play, let me know if I missed anything!!

In all honesty? You don’t think you’d ever get fully used to being fucked in front of thousands of people.

Virtually, that is.

Ellie had slowly introduced you to it, allowing you to be on camera whenever you were ready, and opting out whenever you weren’t.

It wasn’t entirely different from pre-recording something and then just posting it. It was still a camera pointing at you and Ellie while you played with each other…

Apart from the constant pings that came through Ellie’s computer.

“Jesus Christ…I’ve never seen them so…active..” Ellie would breath out softly after your first time live streaming, her own disbelief clear as she scrolled through the amount of tips you two had racked up after a quick stream of her eating your pussy.

That only further proved that the crowed fucking loved you, and you’d be lying if you said there wasn’t a rush that came with putting a show on for them.

And that’s how you eased into it, knowing how much they loved you and Ellie together. The amount of messages that Ellie had received when you came back to her page was almost overwhelming, her audience practically foaming at the mouth for more content of you two.

It’s how you ended up on you bed, your back pressed against Ellie’s chest, her hands spreading your legs and giving the camera the perfect view of your soaking wet pussy.

Her soft lips were pressed against your neck, large hands roaming over your body, playing with your nipples, your hips, your stomach, your thighs, every single part of your body receiving the pleasure of feeling her calloused hands on your soft skin…

Expect for where she knew you needed her most.

The whine you let out was pathetic, your eyebrows furrowed, swollen lips forming a pout. The camera stopped just below your nose, allowing the audience to see just how fucked out you were from the sight of your messy, maroon tinted lips.

Ellie’s chuckle rang through your ears, making your aching pussy throb as her slender fingers rolled your nipples between the pads of her digits.

“She’s so fuckin’ needy….doesn’t she get so cute when she’s like this? You guys know I could probably get her to say whatever I want as long as I let her cum…pathetic…” Ellie hummed out, a soft hiss sliding against her tongue as her hands slid down your body, settling between your legs. Both of her hands came down, spreading your pussy further, your lips making a wet, sticky sound at the gesture.

“Fuck…you can fucking hear how wet she is…all that for me baby?” She hummed softly.

Your hips thrusted up, eager to make her fingers slip and somehow settle on your throbbing clit.

Ellie had been at this for what felt like an eternity, rubbing your clit, finger fucking your poor little pussy and bringing you right to the edge, all for her to stop and leave you high and dry. Your cheeks were wet with desperate tears, lips swollen and pouty from all the biting you’d done, it didn’t help that the mirrored image of the two of you made you even hornier.

You loved seeing Ellie’s hands playing with your body.

Ellie chuckled softly, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “Such a needy girl…come here baby…lemme make you feel good…”

The moan you let out was hysterical, your back arching almost painfully as her fingers went to your clit, rolling tight circles into the bundle of nerves. Her eyes never left your face, always loving the way you came undone against her no matter what she did.

“That’s it…that’s my good girl…feels good, huh? You’ve been so good for me baby…been so good for everyone watching…” she praised you.

And she was right, the amount of tips that would come in whenever Ellie would start playing with your pussy again was almost appalling, the comments all praising you for being a good girl, urging Ellie to keep going, wanting nothing more than to see you cum on camera.

But this was far too fun to end so quickly…

Her fingers stopped working against your clit, and you let out a loud whine despite the fact that you expected her to stop. Ellie always liked going long during streams like this, when you were so needy, and desperate, and fucked out that all you could do was give her whatever she wanted.

When Ellie hears the whine leave your swollen lips, her hand comes down quickly to give your clit a light spank, which makes your body jump, and makes you moan loudly. You quickly grab her wrist when she raises it again, shaking your head as you stare up at her with hazy eyes.

“D-don’t! I’ll…you’re gonna make me cum if you…fuck…do that again” you whimper out.

Ellie raises her eyebrows at this, her eyes drifting over to the camera for a minute to catch sight of the mess between your thighs. Her hand comes up, gripping your cheeks and squishing them together before she smashes her lips against yours in a messy, needy kiss, the sounds of your tongues lapping together mixing in with your moans and creating something truly erotic.

“Gonna be the death of me someday, baby…fuck…” she whispered softly against your lips, only loud enough for you to hear, too quiet for the mic she has set up to catch.

Those moments are frequent, when for a split second, the act of being two performers is dropped, and it’s Ellie, your Ellie, coming through and letting you know just how fucking obsessed with you she truly is.

Makes your heart flutter every single time.

You giggle softly, smiling against her lips as you simply give her a quiet nod as if to silently agree with her, and you can feel her smiling against your lips too.

But the sweet, syrupy moment between you two dissolves quickly, because while you’re far too deep in the feeling of Ellie’s lips on yours, you can barely register the feeling of her reaching behind her and grabbing something, and you can barely hear the sound of the vibrator she bought for you buzzing.

And you wouldn’t have realized she had it at all, if it wasn’t for her pressing the buzzing head of the toy against your drooling core, making you gasp loudly.

Ellie smirks almost proudly when she watches you turn your head from her to look down at the toy she has buzzing against your clit, against your labia and against your weeping hole, giving all of you the attention you’ve wanted all night long.

“F-fuck! H-haaa….i won’t…m’not gonna last long..” you stutter out, trying your best to close your legs, running away from the intense buzzing of the vibrating wand.

“Nuh-uh…you stay right there, and give the people what they want….come on baby…you deserve it” she demands, voice dripping with dominance as she pries your legs apart, keeping you spread open for the camera.

Your eyes are so blurry, and you can’t even hear the sounds of the tips coming in through the noise of the vibrator and your own moans.

“Fuck! Fuck I’m…you’re gonna…oh my god!!” You cry out, back arching once again, pushing your head against Ellie’s shoulder as you came hard, the sound loud and guttural, sure to leave your poor throat hoarse in the morning.

“That’s it baby…fuck yeah…so fucking pretty…that’s my pretty girl..” Ellie praises over and over again as she holds you down, keeping you against her as she helps you ride out your orgasm, stopping you from running away from the toy.

When you finally come down, she removes the toy from between your legs and tosses it somewhere on your bed. Her hands let you close your legs, and exhausted whine leaving your lips as you let her hands massage your body, hiding you away from the camera.

You were now entering a time that was reserved for only you and Ellie, you learned that it was just for you two by how quickly she ended the streams whenever you had finished.

“She’s all done for tonight you guys…we always appreciate putting on a show…” she hums out softly.

Your eyes were already so hazy, and you could feel the exhaustion from the orgasm taking over the second it had washed over you, and probably even before then. You couldn’t even say goodbye to your audience properly, because Ellie was ending the stream and closing her laptop before you could even lift a finger.

Ellie chuckled softly, pulling you down to lay with her as she grabbed your blanket and tossed it over your naked body.

“Did so good for me baby…so proud of you…” she sighed against your skin, peppering your face with kisses as she watched your eyes grow heavier and heavier.

Honestly? You couldn’t wait to get her back on the next stream.

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aernx · 1 year

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꒰ 💭 ꒱ OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! ˖ ⌨︎ ⁩◞❪니키❫

— SYNOPSIS ୨୧ ! Lesson learned ! never ever accept a dare from Heesung! Dared to tweet about how attractive your best friend was, you miss-typed ‘m’ with ‘n’ who apparently turned out to be the name of some guy in the basketball team? Oh how embarrassing!

or in which 𓂅 nishimura riki woke up to a sudden paragraph long compliment from his crush (who didn’t even knew he existed)

PART 1/2 OF THE LOVE LASTING DREAM SERIES

— with love on the line ! 𖥻⏱️ ぃ ˑ (pairing) non idol!nishimura riki x non idol!fem reader — 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ 🧂 ࣪ ▸

「 GENRE 」 ! STRANGERS to LOVERS, friends? to lovers, he fell first she fell harder, fluff, crack, highschool au, smau w writen parts, kinda one sided crush typa thing.

— the risk, are u willing to take it ? 𖥻🥛ぃ ˑ (featuring) enhypen, winter aespa, beomgyu txt, jeongin skz, minho skz, etc — 𓄹 ࣪ ִֶָ 🎯 ࣪ ▸

「 WARNINGS 」 ! cursing (ofc), denial denial denial!!, anxiety, jealousy, overthinking, angst (w happy ending), dying jokes, kys jokes, and those kinda stuffs

「 NOTES 」 ! This is NOT how i view these idols! this smau is js for fun and crack ykyk as well as js for fictional purposes only! feel free to send asks to talk abt this smau w me!!!

( 💬 means there r written parts! )

NOTICE ! please DO NOT spam like, bc it will shadowban me

「 TAGLIST 」 ! CLOSED

status COMPLETE ! 25/04/23 — 23/06/23 ﹟╳×

CHAPTER INDEX ! ˖ ࣪⭑

⊹ ˚. PROFiLES . . ! ONE ⋮ TWO ⸱៰ ͘ ࣭⸰

▹ SIDE A ᶻz

001. omg hit tweet

002. he can pull??

003. u still love me right?

004. let me be delulu

005. lover with a $ sign

006. he’s kinda??

007. help i’m dying here

008. lemme make it up to u

009. careful w ur feelings

010. living the dream

011. just us?

012. ur turning into heeseung

013. cute (friendly) date 💬

014. kay why es

015. watch me?

016. what is this betrayal

017. ykw i get the hype 💬

018. jake’s cupid era

019. sunoo is my rolemodel

020. your biggest supporter 💬

▹ SIDE B ᶻz

021. too much?

022. must’ve been why

023. like she played me

024. sleep well baby riki

025. sunoo has a plan… 💬

026. hi pretty girl

027. not now, not ever 💬

028. what are you planning

029. something feels wrong

030. did i ruin it all?

031. he makes me feel content

032. don’t you get it?

033. i’m sorry

034. your pretty girl

035. you’ll always be my winner

Heeseung spinoff : it’s a wrap!

THE END !!

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neteyamsyawntu · 1 year

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I Need You, But I Don't Want You

Drunk!Neteyam X InHeat!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Based off a request by @athenachu I hope you like it, love! Original request here

Warnings:🔞MINORS DNI🔞 Mentions of Intoxication/ being under the influence of alcohol, SMUT, P in V, Fingering, Brief mentions of spitting, masterbation, Heat, Knotting, Mean!Neteyam, lil bit of dom!reader(lemme know if I missed anything) (lightly proofread)

Neteyam is 26, Reader is 24

“There… that should do it. Just remember to replace the bandages and add some of this ointment to the wound, twice a day.” You instruct the young na’vi hunter who was rising from his spot in front of you, taking the ointment from your out stretched hand. That was it. The last of the members from the hunting party had been tended too. Taking a deep breath of relief you began to clean up your mess in efforts the leave the Tsahìk’s tent better then you had found it. Mo’at gazed at you from across the room, a pleased smile swept across her face, “you learn fast my numeyu(student)”. You beamed at this. You were fond of the Tsahìk and were more than eager when she offered to train you personally about a month and a half ago, “I had a pretty good teacher” you shrug as if your success was obviously accredited to the Tsahìk herself. Throwing the last of the bloody bandages in the fire at the the center of the tent, you raise your arms over your head, arching your back in efforts to stretch out your stiff muscles with a gratified sigh.

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning, Mo’at” you call collecting your belongings, making your way toward the entrance of the tent, “Actually I’d like you to stay a while longer, Y/N…” Mo’at spoke candidly, “…I am expecting some guests and I want you to be here when they arrive”. Guests? This late at night? Surely most of the clans members were off at dinner or asleep by now. Nevertheless you obliged her wishes, moving to the table on the far side of the tent, beginning the task of organizing any stray herbs to busy yourself. Before long your ear flicked to the sound of the tent flap being pushed open, eyes still focuses on your work, “Ah- there is my handsome grandson” Mo’at gushed rising to her feet with her arms stretched out. Your attention now moved to gaze over your shoulder, your lack of formality now seemed unbecoming as you registered that the Olo’eyktan and his eldest son were present. Turning swiftly on your heels you immediately gesture to Jake with your fingers to your forehead, “I see you, ma Olo’eyktan. I see you Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan” the pair of men reflecting the same gesture back at you.

“I have good news for you my grandson, I have found you a Tsahìk!” Mo’at mused proudly, moving to stand next to Neteyam with a hand placed on his shoulder, leading his gaze to where you now stood. Locking eyes with the future Olo’eyktan you couldn’t help, but blink confused slowly shifting your gaze to Mo’at, “M-Mo’at I don’t think I understand..” you say smiling uncomfortably at the elder na’vi, somewhat relieved as you noticed Neteyam was just as flabbergasted . “Grandmother this really is not necessary..” he gulped, now determined to keep his eyes off of you. “It is, and the arrangements have already been made. Your father agrees that Y/N will be a fitting match for you”. Neteyam now shot a menacing glare at his father who only met him with his own stern glance, “Father how could you-“, “I don’t wanna hear it Neteyam. You’re 26, about to be 27 and you haven’t even tried looking for a mate.” Jake interrupted, crossing his arms over his chest, his brows creasing in annoyance. “That is my choice to make, not yours” Neteyam shot back, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “The people need a Tsahìk, Neteyam” Mo’at urged, “I am an old woman…Eywa will not wait for any of us to be ready. We must prepare while there is still time”. Neteyam scrunched his nose, his mind feeling heavy in thought. Taking a single glance back at you, Neteyam storms past his father, his shoulder aggressively bumping into the Olo’eyktan’s as he rushes out of the tent.

Jake called after his son, his voice booming in the small tent making you shiver at the wrath of the Olo’eyktan. Your head began to spin, so much so you found yourself catching your breath as if the air around you was thinning. You had to find a way out. Anything that could get you away from the tension that now harbored the Tsahìk’s tent. “E-excuse me, um… I will try to talk to him” you squeak, sliding past both Mo’at and Jake who were firmly planted in their spots, making a hasty exit out the tent. Luckily Neteyam hadn’t made it too far, his pace steady with heavy strides making it easy for you to catch up to him, “Neteyam! Wait a second!” You called out to him, now trailing directly behind the young warrior, “I do not want to talk, just leave me be” he growled, his eyes focused on the path ahead. You had to get his attention even if it was just a moment to sympathize with him a bit, seeing as you both were thrust into the same situation. Grabbing his arm securely you only now noticed how clammy your hands were. Did this whole ordeal really stress you out that much? “Neteyam please I know-“, a quick brush of air blew across you as Neteyam hastily turned to glare down at you, “Do not tell me that you understand, this has been my entire life-“ Neteyam was fuming as he gestured back toward Mo’at’s tent, “always being told what to do, how to act- now who to marry? No I will not let them decide my fate like that” with a rough tug of his arm Neteyam shook himself loose of your slippery grasp, “This cannot happen. It will not” he growled, his finger shifting between the two of you. You tried your best to take in everything that was happening, your head beginning to throb the harder you worked your brain to focus. That’s when you felt it. The familiar burning sensation in the pit of your stomach, growing hotter and hotter. Panic immediately surged through your body, as you took in to account that you were out in the open. You had to get back to your tent quickly, before your pheromones began to waft out enough to lure in hungry males, “Finefine, y-yes not h-happening” you stutter as your composure began to steadily crumble, briskly walking past Neteyam with your only goal being to get back to your tent in one piece.

Throwing open the flap of your tent, you hurriedly enter the familiar space, ripping all pieces of clothing off your body, desperate to cool yourself down as you settled down on your mat. “Shit shit shit, not now”, Your body now trembled with need, the fire lit inside your core burning at its peak. “Ahg..fuck…” you groan, as your cunt begin to throb and clench around nothingness, feeling your heavy slick begin to drip down your leg. You shift to lay on your back, spreading your legs wide, allowing your hand to fall down to your neglected hole, eagerly inserting two of your digits inside, moaning out at contact. Yet it wouldn’t be enough. It never was. This of course wasn’t your first heat. Typically you preferred to hide yourself deep in the forest until the cycle had passed for the month, but this time around it had come a week early, leaving you with no time to prepare.

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Neteyam found himself with his back pressed against the trunk of hometree, his head slung back as he downed heaping mouthfuls of alcohol, the liquid burning his throat with each swallow. Neteyam was never big into drinking, only really seeing it fit during celebrations and even then he would hardly partake in the act. Now however he decided to indulge himself and drown his anguish in the haze of the fermented juice. With a loud exasperated groan Neteyam dropped the bottle to his side, holding it loosely by the neck as his chin made contact with his chest, the world around him already spinning due to the intoxication of the burning liquid searing itself into his brain. He tried to think of the positives, maybe this arrangement wouldn’t be so bad? Neteyam did admit you were cute, a clearly a skilled healer, but what did that mean to him? How could he expect himself to mate with someone he hardly knew? That’s when Neteyam decided he would confront you about it, not taking his drunken state into account when creating his plan. He would seek you out and put an end to this arrangement. Make it clear that the two of you were never meant to be.

As he neared your tent, Neteyam quickly picked up on your scent. The pheromones practically assaulting his nostrils, not failing to draw a thicker haze over his mental state. Neteyam was swaying with every step, breathing heavy as he drew closer to your home. His mind swirled as he stood at the entrance, heart aching once he heard the little strained whines that came from inside. “Has she been crying?... I have to make this right”, Neteyam thought to himself with his gaze locked on his feet, Neteyam lifted the flap, sheepishly entering the tent. “Y/N I’m sorry for intruding, I wanted to apologize for-“ a faint squelching noise halted his next words, his eyes now lifting to lock on the scene taking place in front of him, processing the sight of you stretched out on the floor drenched in sweat, your three fingers buried in your sopping heat, hips bucking against them desperately. “-Oh shit..” Neteyam whispered to himself, raising his hand to protect his nose from your raging pheromones. He watched as your body trembled and shook uncontrollably, yearning for the emptiness in your core to be filled. Your head snapped back and forth against the mat, whimpering out distressed pleas to make it stop, before your eyes finally settled on the male standing stiff ahead of you, his eyes locked on your soaked cunt. How your slick rolled down your knuckles and onto the mat below you. “Oh! Neteyam!” You moan out in relief, continuing to grind yourself against your fingers, “It hurts…ack- it hurts so bad, p-please make it stop” you beg, your heat now fully taken over your consciousness, now having completely forgotten that this was the same man who practically told you he wanted nothing to do with you. The sentiment was now starting to grow on Neteyam, becoming engulfed by the chemical war-fair your body was producing. If he were sober, Neteyam would’ve marched straight back out of the tent the moment he realized what was happening to you, but with the current influence he was under, his lack of judgment led him astray.

Taking a deep swallow, Neteyam swayed his way over to you kneeling down in front of your spread legs, his hands pressing against your knees pushing them further apart, in attempts to balance himself in his woozy state as his gaze fixed on how your fingers worked themselves in and out of your drenched pussy, “I-it is your heat?” Neteyam asked looking for confirmation to something he already knew. He could feel the way his body reacted to your scent alone, how his cock now pressed firmly against the inside of his loincloth. You could smell the faint wafts of alcohol from his breath, but prompted to ignore that fact for the time being, “Ahh please Teyam… I need to feel you- here” trailing off you allow your fingers to draw out from your hole, now rubbing the digits along your slit, knowing his eyes were following every movement. Without a second thought Neteyam reached out to grab your wrist, bringing the soaked digits up to his lips, before licking the sticky substance off each individual finger. His eyes were heavy as he looked down to catch your lustful gaze, watching him suck each of your fingers clean. Your hips bucked eagerly at the site of him tasting your nectar so casually, “Please please Teyam, give me your cock, I wanna feel deep you can go” you moan, as your unsullied hand moved to grope the large bulge threatened to rip through from his loincloth.

Neteyam chuckled down at you with heavy eyes, “You really are in heat huh? We’ll get to that darling, just be patient.” He mused releasing your wrist from his grasp, leaning forward to shadow over your form. Drawing his hand between your legs, his finger teasingly graze your folds, invoking another needy buck of your hips, desperate to insert his fingers into your empty cunt. “Fu-fuck..N-Neteyam please I can’t take it anymore” you whine wrapping your arms around to claw at his backside. Neteyam let out a shaky groan, smirking at your vulnerable state, “You want it that bad tìyawn? Open that pretty mouth of yours” Neteyam purrs licking his lips hungrily. You obediently part your lips, labored gasps breaking through your throat in anticipation before he spits directly into your mouth, simultaneously plunging two of his fingers into your aching pussy. “Swallow it yawne…” he purrs softly, having leaned down to whisper into your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck standing at the sensation of his hot breath tickling the sensitive nerves there. Again you follow his orders without hesitation, coaxing out another chuckle from the warrior, “So dirty… my dirty little syulang” with his wishes appeased, Neteyam drove his fingers deeper into your heat, massaging your clit with his thumb in firm circles, as his fingers curled themselves inside you. You threw your head back, moaning out in ecstasy, continuing to buck yourself against his fingers, trying to drive them deeper into your cunt to fill the void that remained dormant there, “M-more more!” You whine, tears cascading down your cheeks as the fire burned deeper into your core.

Sitting back on the balls of his feet with a groan, Neteyam one-handedly removed his loincloth, removing his fingers from your core to drag the sleek cum up and down his shaft, “Is this what you want, yawntutsyìp?” He growled slapping his cock against your clit, causing your body to jolt with each hit. Nodding rapidly you scoot yourself closer to his hips, grabbing onto his cock trying to insert it yourself, mewling when you feel his tip begin to poke your opening. “Schhhhhtt easy- easy baby…” Neteyam groans sucking in his breath, his body overly sensitive from the booze. With another shaky breath, Neteyam hooks your legs around his waist before slowly pushing his cock further into your pussy, “Oh! yes, yes, yes!” You scream, securing your legs around his hips, rocking your own against his, ensuring that your pussy takes the entirety of his length in one go, “Ah- fuck Y/N…” he choked out, leaning his forehead against yours urgently trying to catch his breath, in efforts to prolong his limit. Slowly reeling back his hips, Neteyam descends back in at an equally agonizing pace, continuing like that for what seems like eons, completely lost in the feeling of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him, the burn in your core zapping you with longing, “Fuck this..” you groan, shoving the intoxicated na’vi onto his back with a harsh push. Gazing up at you in astonishment, Neteyam watched as you straddle his hips, completely taking his cock into you in one swift movement, throwing your head back as his tip rests against your cervix, the two of you releasing synchronized moans. Neteyam’s hands immediately press into your hips holding you down against him, “Oh fuck yawne, such a needy little syulang… look at you trembling on top of me, taking my cock like this pussy was made for me...” Neteyam growled sending a harsh thrust into your cervix, “AHh fuck yes! Like that- please keep fucking me like that Teyam…” you beg, rocking your hips onto his cock. Neteyam released a hoarse chuckle sending a rapid array of strong thrusts into your core, nearly knocking you off balance in the process causing you to claw into his chest for stability.

The squelching noises that emitted from your drenched cunt became louder, mixing with that of pleasured moans and sighs from each respective party, echoing through the tent. Neteyam’s breath began to pick up, the growing bulge at the base of his cock becoming more eminent with each thrust poking the your entrance, only enticing you to grind hard down on his length, “Shit Y/N, easy- I could knot you if you aren’t c-careful.” Neteyam grunted trying to lift your hips off of his ever growing knot, “I want it!” You purr, “please give it to me Nete. Give me your knot, fill me up with your cum. Breed this pussy, it’s yours- just please..” your voice comes out strained and whiny as you near your orgasm, desperately fighting against his hold to take his knot into your aching cunt. Neteyam’s ears flatten against his head as lust takes over his mind once more, “fffuck… you’re trouble, yawne..” a growl rumbles deep within his chest, before digging his finger tips into your hips in a bruising grip, forcing his knot inside of you, you’re body jolting at the welcomed intrusion. Pleasured tears streamed down your face as your orgasm boils over and bursts, finally feeling the fullness you’ve been longing for. “Perfect…”you sigh, leaning your head against his, spent from the extinguished fire. The burning beginning to finally subside. Neteyam continued to hold your hips down on his knot, grinding circles into your pussy eager for his own release that was building up, “Mmm look at me, yawne… I want to see your face when I fill this pussy with my cum.” Neteyam groaned, leaning back to watch your face slowly morph into one of exotic bliss as he released his hot load into your womb.

Officially exhausted, you collapse onto Neteyam’s chest, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist. The two of you heaving to catch your breathes. Your brain finally becoming silent for the first time of the night, you nuzzle into Neteyam’s hold, tracing the dark stripes along his arm. The thought than dawned on you, pulling your kuru forward looking to Neteyam, only to find him passed out in a deep sleep. With a small sigh you release your braid, giving the mighty warrior a small peck on the tip of his nose before adjusting to snuggle into his embrace.

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Waking up to the sun’s rays breaking through the thin open seams of the tent Neteyam groaned, as the pounding of his head set into his conscious state. Becoming more a-tune to his surroundings Neteyam noticed the weight on his chest, his heart dropping when his eyes drop on your sleeping form, strands of hair stuck to your face from dried sweat. Anxiety forming in the pit of his stomach, Neteyam shifted his hips slightly, confirming his fear of being firmly lodged inside your cunt, his knot having finally gone down, “Fuck…” Neteyam groaned under his breath annoyed, more so at himself than anything. How could he let himself get in this situation? He wrecked his brain trying to remember the events of the previous night, the only thing he could remember was stumbling as he made his way up hometree to find you. His heart stopped feeling you stir on top of him, letting out a soft yawn before opening your eyes, gazing up at him lovingly. Upon letting your eyes focus, you realized Neteyam was not returning your soft gaze, instead his jaw was tight and his brows pinched, “What happened?” Neteyam spoke sharply and directly. You sighed laying your head back down on his chest, tracing the thin stripe across his pec, not awake enough to deal with his direct line of harsh questioning, “What do you think happen?” You hummed, shifting your hips against his softened planted cock, causing Neteyam to grunt, grasping your hip to quickly halt your movements, “How” he glowered, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment. You let out another sigh, pangs of hurt and guilt mixing together in your chest. You hadn’t meant for him to catch you in the midst of your heat, and you definitely didn’t account for the fact that he wouldn’t remember the following morning, “You walked in on me during my heat cycle… clearly drunk, yet you didn’t leave, and now we are here. That about sum up what you wanted to hear?” It was your turn to scowl at him, pushing his hands from your hips to rise off of his form, allowing his cock to fall with a slap onto his abdomen.

As you bent down to pick up a clean loincloth, a rough hand quickly caught your arm, “Did we mate? Did we make tsaheylu?” Neteyam spat, holding your gaze. You merely rolled your eyes, the hurt in your chest manifesting, “No. We, did not” you shoot back, yanking your arm out of his grasp, before sliding your loincloth over your hips, securing the strings around your tail. Neteyam seemed to relax a bit, until the itch in the back of his mind craved another answer, “but I knotted you” He spoke not so much as a question, already knowing the answer. Looking at him from over your shoulder, now fastening a clean top over your breast, you huff shaking your head in disbelief, “You did.” Was all you gave him. Neteyam, giving an annoyed hiss he drew his kuru from behind his head, bringing it to his front, waiting for you to do the same. You turned to face him fully, eyeing Neteyam up and down as if confused at his actions. “Let us finish it” he stated, his voice still ringing in agitation. “Finish it?” You questioned cocking your head to the side, while crossing your arms, “We are meant to be a mated pair for the sake of our people, if you are carrying my child it is best we get this over with and fulfill our duties”. The words stung more than you thought they would, hissing at his suggestion in response, “Get this over with?”. Approaching him slowly you prod his chest with an accusatory finger, your features darkening, “Ha.. you are a funny man, Neteyam te Suli, to think that I would mate with someone who does not want me… and you’ve made that plenty clear.” you hiss pushing your way past him, making your way out of your tent, leaving Neteyam dumbfounded in your wake.

You guys don't understand how horned up I was over this prompt all day, just itching to write it while I was at work. I hope you all enjoy this! Take this smut as my peace offering before traumatizing you with chapt 5 of ASSDWD. I hope to make good progress on it this week, I can't promise it will be finished, but keep on the look out for updates!

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xxacademy · 1 year

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tender

husband!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary: succumbing to injuries inflicted by a B.O.W you fight the mental and physical battle to recovery. meanwhile, your husband does everything in his power to support you.

any leon timeline works, except re2. i did have older leon in mind though <3

a/n: inspired by lil a snippet from an anon request, find it here. anyhow, i love how this turned out, i was 🥺 writing it. pls lemme know what you think <33

content//warnings: depictions of blood & injury, hospital setting, non-graphic description of an IV, pain medication, y/n is used ONCE, pet names (dear, sweetheart, honey), hurt/comfort.

harsh white light wakes you revealing an image of horror. your trembling hands painted with your own dried blood, hooked up to an IV and a pulse oximeter. dazed, you know you’re in pain, but it’s not registering. it’s like you’re floating, possibly in a dream. a bad dream. but the reality of your condition is enough to confirm this is in fact not.

there’s a small group of medical staff standing at the end of your bed, talking quietly amongst each other. “the bloodwork came back, she’s not infected. all though the acid is wreaking havoc on her immune system, sending it into overdrive. the patient needs to be monitored for at least another two days.”

one of the nurses walks over to check on you, first, he looks at the monitors at your bedside, then goes to place a hand on your forehead. he notices you’re waking up, your heavy-lidded eyes focused on your hands.

he calls the doctor over, who pulls a chair up next to you. “hey, how are you feeling?” her voice is soft and calm.

“w-why am i here?” you mutter shakily, unable to make out much more.

“you sustained serious injuries on an extraction mission against a bio-organic weapon. you came in contact with its lethal acid, which is primarily why you’re here. your ankle is broken and you have puncture wounds in your arms.”

you’re still fixed on your bloodied hands, images of what you endured flood back. it was so intense- the last thing you remembered is a sharp talon-like claw piercing your upper arm. it all went fuzzy after that.

“you had surgery early this morning, and we have you on a morphine drip to help with the pain. please let us know if you begin to feel ill.”

you respond with an unsteady nod.

“you’re gonna be alright.” she smiles sympathetically.

another nurse comes into the room walking directly to the doctor. their speaking is hushed. “doctor, there’s a man here to see the patient. he says he’s her husband.”

“we can’t risk exposure from an outsider, we can’t have visitors yet.”

“he seems antsy.”

“well, assure him that she’s okay”-

the room is dead silent, so you can rather clearly make out what they’re saying.

“bring him in.” your voice quivering.

their heads turn, giving you a look of disappointment. similar to the one your mother gave you as a child. a sullen expression of remorse when she couldn’t afford to buy you new toys.

they do not want to hold your loved ones away from you. but it’s what has to be done. after all, it could mean life or death.

you sigh. you’re in no place to put up a fight.

“i’ll talk to him.” the nurse whispers. leaving the room.

“i’m sorry mrs. kennedy, you’re just not in a well enough state for visitors yet.”

you respond with yet another dreary sigh. fidgeting with the ring finger of your left hand.

your wedding ring is missing. you know you were wearing it prior. you’re always wearing it. sometimes you would loop it around a necklace chain, but you didn’t before this mission. surely it was on your finger.

“-doctor” you whisper.

“yes mrs. kennedy.”

“do you have my wedding ring?”

your tattered and blood-stained belongings were placed in a biohazard bag. a nurse picks up the bag feeling through the plastic for a ring.

“it’s not in here.” the nurse admits, a touch of anxiety in her voice.

“that’s okay.” you exhale.

it’s not okay. your beautiful diamond ring was more than just a pretty thing. it was one of the only sentimental pieces you coveted so highly. hand-picked by leon, it was a symbol of his undying affection. despite all the odds pinned against your love.

wanting to cry, but your bloodshot eyes are dry. the medication numbs you enough to let the pain run by, but you still feel broken, physically and mentally.

the hours pass as you bob in and out of sleep. your wavering limb’s finally settling. nurses and doctors are always present, constantly checking your vitals.

the next day two nurses come to bathe you at your bedside. gently wiping the sticky dried blood from your skin. the other trying to get it out of your hair.

“thank you, i mean it, thank you,” you whisper, fighting to keep your eyes open.

it was a relief. the sweet, metallic smell was driving you crazy. it felt itchy and uncomfortable against your skin.

…

leon hasn’t left the hospital. confined to a chair in the waiting room for the last day and a half. constantly flagging down staff for updates on your condition.

“she’s doing really well, the blood transfusion took perfectly.” the nurse smiles reassuringly.

“does that mean i can see her?”

“not yet, but soon.”

leon sighs. “well anyways, thanks for the good news.”

he sullenly returns to his chair. the stress and lack of sleep painting his under eyes dark. in his grasp is a picture you two took together, one he always carries in his wallet. it was taken a few years ago and you’re kissing his cheek. it’s the only solace he can find in the depressing waiting room.

leon had fallen asleep for the first time in over twenty-four hours. slumped over in his chair, chin resting in his palm. he jerked awake when his chin slipped. it was dark outside and the lobby eerily quiet.

3:47am

leon walks to the front desk heavy-footed and groggy. “my wife, y/n kennedy, is she okay?” his voice is grave.

“yes sir, she’s sleeping- and everything is looking good. but, you should get some sleep too sir, it’s gonna be a while until she wakes up.”

“-thanks.”

the pain of not being able to see you cuts like a knife. leon can't stand the image of you suffering and alone. but he’s borderline delirious from the sleep deprivation. he returns to his chair, lays his legs out across another, and falls asleep.

leon is jolted awake by a nurse tapping his shoulder. it’s morning- warm sun seeping through the windows and the smell of fresh coffee wafts through the lobby.

“do you need me to move?” he asks, still half asleep. voice deep and raspy.

“oh no mr. kennedy, your wife is on the right track to her recovery. you can go see her now.”

…

you feel much more alert, the daze the blanketing your apprehensive thoughts finally lifting. they switched you onto a far less invasive medication, which was probably helping.

it’s been a week since you’ve seen leon, and about two of those he’s been here, but just barely out of reach.

whenever the nurses praised you for the progress you made- you jump straight to asking if you're well enough for visitors. In your defense, it’s been unbelievably hard going through this journey alone.

the door creeks open, a very common occurrence of your stay. but instead peaking through the door is your blonde-haired husband.

you immediately start to cry- tears welling up and streaming down your cheeks. leon tears up too, casting a glossy filter over his blue eyes. he delicately wraps his arms around you, careful not to inflict any more pain. and you bury your face into his chest, immediately staining his shirt with your cry.

“i missed you, leon, i can't believe you’re here, i’ve missed you so much.” you sob.

“it’s really you, you don’t understand how much i’ve missed you, dear.”

you take your time, relishing in the comfort of your husband's arms. he gently rubs your back, consoling you with his touch.

“how're you feeling?”

“ugh okay, i guess. my whole body hurts and i can barely move. but the doctors say i’m improving- so yippee” your deadpan tone emphasizes how exhausted you are.

“that’s what i heard. and look, i know it’s been hard, but i’m so proud of how strong you’ve been, sweetheart.”

“i love you.”

“i love you, too” leon squeezes his embrace around you a little tighter, gently kissing the top of your head.

you smile, the first one in a while. but it quickly fades. “leon, can i tell you something.”

“of course you can.”

you fidget with your hands pressing your face deeper in his chest. “i lost my wedding ring- i think it was during the mission. i’m so sorry.”

“is that really what’s on your mind right now?” leon chuckles.

you look up at him with, tears streaming down your face. “you do understand how much that ring meant to me.”

“of course, i know, dear. but how can i care about the stupid ring if the wife i thought died is actually alive and in my arms?”

leon wipes the tears from your cheeks, his hand cupping your jaw. “i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?��

“okay.” you say sniffling your runny nose.

with a big yawn, leon stands up raising both arms up into a stretch, his shirt lifts up slightly showing off his abdomen. “i’m going to find your doctor, see when you’re coming home.”

you smile. it’s nice not being alone. you feel bad knowing leon anxiously waited at the hospital for days. but there’s an unfamiliar warmth in knowing how much he cares. leon had always cared about you- before you were even dating. that’s one of the many reasons why you married him. aside from the ongoing list of shared interests- he’s so protective, it’s one of his beautiful ways of loving you.

leon comes back to the room, “looks like they need to run more blood tests, make sure that acid is out of your bloodstream before you come home.”

you’re totally spaced out, it feels like you haven’t even had a chance to take in what’s happened to you. it’s all become a blur, taking in the moments a second at a time. you were so worried about the details it almost failed to compute that you were nearly infected by the very thing you swore your life to rid of.

like a time release valve finally triggering; anxiety washes you cold- it could have been the end. leon would have been widowed, and all your friends would have been at your funeral. your mind is playing devil's advocate. what if i don’t get better? are the doctors just hoping i stay positive?

“are you okay?” leon’s bloodshot eyes are nearly aching with concern.

“i’m scared.” your chest is sinking deeper with each anxious breath.

“why? why would you be scared?”

it may not make sense to you now- but having leon there was a sort of reality check. alone, you just survived. with him, everything has weight.

“i dunno… i just want things to be okay. i want you to be okay, i want to get better.”

leon rushes to your bedside, holding your hands in his. “but it will get better- you’re doing better, so much better! i’ll be there every step of the way. i promise you.”

you take a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself. trying to hang on to his words.

you sob, absolutely overcome by emotion. “i love you, leon. thank you for being here, thank you for everything you’ve done.”

a nurse knocks at the door but you don’t let go of leon’s hand.

“mrs. kennedy- so sorry to intrude. but the doctor wants to do a scan of your ankle. is that okay?”

you wipe the tears from your face, trying to compose yourself.

“yes, of course, that’s alright, thank you.”

leon whispers “you got this, dear,” before standing up and sitting in a chair by the window.

…

leon has done everything possible to make the next few days easier for you. like ordering takeout and watching your favorite movies with you. serving as a distraction while you recover.

it certainly worked. he’s good at keeping you calm, and the energy light-hearted. you didn’t even think it was possible, given the grim reality of your circumstances. but somehow he can have your eyes filled with tears, giggling with laughter.

four days you’ve been in the hospital, and today is your last one. you’re able to stand up and the effects from the B.O.W are finally gone. granted you still have a long journey to recovery, at least you can go home.

…

after the agonizing hours of travel, you make it home. leon helps you into the house, guiding you to your bed. “i want to take a bath, i feel disgusting.”

“i’ll draw one for you, you want it now?”

“hmhm” you nod.

“sure thing, sweetheart.” leon tenderly kisses your forehead.

he runs a hot bath, adding a little lavender soap, just the way you like it. he walks you to the tub and helps you undress. he holds your hand as you shakily step in, slowly adjusting to the hot water.

“god my first real bath in a week, can you believe it.” you sigh, sinking your body in the bubbly water.

leon chuckles, “i know, you poor thing, those nurses really tried their best to help. but it’s never the same, is it?”

“…especially considering i was covered in congealed zombie guts”

leon laughs, “but look at you now, covered in…” he pauses to read the name on the soap bottle “…lavender dreams”

you both giggle, in love and delighted by each other's company.

“okay, i’ll leave you to it, holler if you need anything.”

…

“leon! will you fetch my bathrobe!” you yell from the bathroom. you hear his feet patter across the hardwood, “coming."

you stare at your reflection in the mirror as you brush your wet hair, inspecting the scars, bruises, and stitches that litter your body. it feels like you came home to a different person, a body you’re now unfamiliar with.

leon peaks through the door. head cocked to the side. “everything alright, baby?”

“i don’t know- it’s hard to wrap my head around it. i-i feel off.”

“c’mere i got something to show ya.” leon swoops you off your feet carrying you in his arms.

“what are you doing?” you giggle wrapping your arms around his neck.

“you’ll see.”

he delicately sets you down on the couch in the living room and sits next to you. he fumbles around in his pocket pulling out a little black velvet box.

“leon-honey, oh my god, what is that.” your eyes are round and doe-like, your bottom lip beginning to quiver.

he opens the box, presenting it to you as if his hands were a clamshell, revealing a glimmering ring set in pearlescent white satin.

“for you- i know it was hard losing the ring, but that one was beaten up anyways. you deserve something a little nicer.”

tears swell, gathering in the inner corners of your eyes. chocked up and rendered speechless, you mouth the words, i love you.

he reached for your trembling left hand, sliding the diamond wedding ring onto your finger.

“i love you, most.” he beams, the words fluttering with tenderness.

“i-i love the ring, it’s beautiful-truly. but how’d you do it?”

“do what?”

“get a new ring, you were with me the entire time…?”

“i have my ways,” he smirks, planning on keeping that little secret to himself.

leon holds your hand, admiring the way your hand looks adorned by his diamond ring.

“remember when we got engaged?” he muses.

“of course i do! you took me to milan, i should have known you were going to propose.”

“you have the same look in your eyes as you did then.” leon swipes his thumb along your cheek, smiling to himself, gazing into your eyes.

“and you’re as smooth as ever” you look at him through your lashes, pupils wide. “but really leon, thank you, means more than the world”

“you are my world.” his soft lips meet yours, kissing you gently.

somewhere in the crystal pools of leon’s eyes, you find the hope you were looking for. his unbreakable faith in you, alongside his never-ending acts of love, is reassuring.

hell, it’s not going to be easy, but at least you're not alone.

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wonderlandwalker · 22 days

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Shining Bright | James Potter x Reader

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Summary: You and James reunite after the winter holiday, reminiscing old memories and stumbling into new ones. Except Sirius doesn't know you're dating yet, and James is not particularly good at hiding it anymore.

Content Warnings/Tags: Smut, fluff, angst kinda idk, Reader is Sirius' sister (how do I even tag that), 18+, hinting at abuse, simping, traumatizing bystanders, not proofread just go with it, no use of y/n, ignore any plotholes

Word Count: 4.0k

A/n: I listened to the hazbin hotel soundtrack on repeat while writing and I'm praying it doesn't show. This was gonna make this longer but then I got impatient so lemme know if you'd like more. Not kidding when I say it's not proofread this came straight out of my notes so sorry for any mistakes, will come back later to fix them xx

The black family siblings were all as bright as the stars they were named after, James knew this for a fact. Sirius was the brightest star in the night sky, scorching others with his light in a way you couldn't look away from even if you wanted to. Regulus, not as blinding as his brother, but shining in his own right amongst those who took the effort to look for the constellation he carried with him. And you, you were a puzzle James couldn't yet solve, the light luring him in like that spark people spend their lives looking for, never sure if they'll ever get to hold it.

After Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor in his first year, your parents had been very strict about who you socialized with, not wanting any further damage to the oh so carefully crafted family image. Not that it mattered, you and Sirius found plenty of ways to talk, most people didnt care enough to snitch and the ones who did were familiar enough with what you both were capable of to watch their tongues. Sirius was more loud and proud in his defiance, living up to his namesake in the sky, but you were better at hiding it, playing into the part people expected. Yes, Sirius was a fallen star, and your parents had worried he’d drag you with him, but you only shined brighter in his absence, trying to make up for the light lost as if something wasnt permanently dimming it.

And that's exactly what he was worried about right now, because you were never really yourself after a holiday at the Black family manor, always a part of you left behind, a part dimmed. But James was your sun, always there shining bright enough to ignore anything else, because with his light you were never truly dulled. He had missed you, he had missed you so much, your relationship was fresh, but he had been head over heels from the first time you kissed. He had been replaying the memory in his head so often he could almost see it.

You were slytherin’s head girl, just as he was gryfindoors head boy, and you had run into each other while doing rounds of the hallways. Typically this would be a job for the prefects, but for some reason the both of you had decided to take over their duties for the evening, you called it luck, James called it destiny.

It was simply banter while walking down the halls, and it was mostly at James’ expense, but he wouldn’t trade the moment for anything. He was loud with his body, moving his hands as he talked and sometimes kicking his feet ahead of him, but you were more quiet, more calculated. So James did what he always did, talk. “I had a dream once about a glass of strawberry lemonde except it was only as big as my pinky finger, and there was this duck who tried to keep stealing it from me.” You stop in your tracks as he finishes his rant, staring right at him. “Oh my god, I had the exact same dream.” “Really?” his eyes were wide as he saw your face change.

“Are you crazy, of course I didn’t.” You fell back into step and he hurriedly caught up with you again. “Well you never know, Sirius and I have the same dreams sometimes, I mean we’re basically brothers-”

“Does that make me basically your sister?” Your eyebrows were raised at him as you asked your question, and he had to do his best not to trip over his own feet as he answered.

“What, no!-” his face had turned bright red rather quickly, and you would probably never admit this to him, but you had found it quite endearing. “I don’t, I just don’t think of you as a sister, definitely not a sister.” Somehow you had turned him into a nervous wreck in under a minute, and you were quickly getting addicted to the effect you had on him, letting him tumble over his words further.

“Like, if I married you, Sirius would be my brother but you wouldnt be my sister, you know. Those two things don’t have to go togethe-” his thoughts slowly trailed off as he turned his head to look at you, a bright smile now evident on your face, and if this is how your face lit up, he’d gladly make a fool of himself for the rest of his life. “You’ve been thinking about marrying me?” Your head was turned up towards him, challenging him to continue his train of thought. He looked frantically around him as if searching for an answer, hiping the right thing to say would magically appear, but of course it didnt. “What, of course not, I don’t wanny marry you. Wait- no i mean, hypothetically I would but-” “You can relax James, I’m just messing with you” Your shoulders were slightly shaking, suppressing laughter he was desperate to hear. “Right” The tension seeped out of him right as he started laughing himself, and it was so infectious you couldnt help but join him in it.

The two of you fell into an effortless silence as you continued, and James was about to break it before you beat him to the punch.

“You know, right now would be a great moment to kiss me” he was sure he would get whiplash from the way his head turned towards you. The look on your face didnt give anything away, and for a moment he had wondered if he had made it up. “If that's the sort of thing you’d want to do” you were looking down at your shoes now, roles reversed as you had become the nervous one, and for another moment he just stared at the blush creeping up on your face before he realised he should probably say something, anything.

“Don’t you think this is wrong? '' Alright, maybe that wasnt the right something to say, but he genuinely pondered before you put his worries to rest. “dont you think that’s up to us to decide?” You were looking up to him now, eyes enchanting him with a single glance.

“If Sirius finds out-” “I won’t tell if you don’t”

“Well- “James, do you want to kiss me or not?” “Merlin, yes.” with that the last of James’ self control was lost, and he pushed you into the wall behind you as his lips found yours, dedicated to explore you for as long as youd let him. You melted into the kiss just as quickly, leaning your body into him as he pressed up against you. James was eager with everything he did, and this was no exception. His hands didnt know where to go, never staying still for long as they roamed your body, you couldve sworn they were little rays of sunshine, lighting you up everywhere he touched. Your own hands found their way to the nape of his neck, tugging at some hair, resulting in a small moan leaving him, and after the taste you were desperate for more. James found himself in a similar situation, completely forgetting his surroundings as his mouth made its way to your neck, trailing kisses down from by your ear to your pulse point until you were silently moaning his name, begging him not to stop, not that he’d ever dare to.

He continued his assault on your neck, his hands trailing up higher and higher underneath your shirt, longing to feel more of you, you tugged at his hair again and led him back to your face, connecting your lips once more, this time more sloppy, your patience completely gone.

James was ready to drop to his knees for you, and he would have if he didnt hear someone nearly shriek behind him. He turned around, coming face to face with a second year Hufflepuff who looked close to fainting, stuck in place at the corner she had just turned.

“Shit” he mumbled as he leaped forward, not sure whether to comfort the girl or scold her for being out past curfew. As James looked back at you you were close to losing it, and he couldnt deny the humour of the situation himself. In the end the two of you walked the girl back to her common room, not too worried about the situation with how in shock she seemed to be.

So yes, winter break had left him simply wishing to be near you again, and now he was so close he could almost already feel you in his arms again. He had debated telling Sirius, it would be so much easier, since he had moved in with the Potters a while ago and James was struggling to keep his yearning for you to himself, he was sure his parents had figured it out already, but simply choose to let him deal with it on his own for now. Everytime you send Sirius an owl he wanted to take him by the shoulders and shake him, hoping that information about you would fall out like loose change.But he knew Sirius couldn't know, he knew that. Everyone assumes it's James who can't keep a secret, always wearing his heart on his sleeve, but really that's only because he's never really had a reason not to. Truly, it was Sirius who couldn't keep a thing to himself, once he knew, half of Hogwarts knew, he just couldn't stop himself from talking about the things that excited him, which was one of the qualities James so adored, but not one which would play in your favour at the moment.

You were still living with your parents, still subject to their ways and while James had begged you to come live with him as well, you were hesitant. Hesitant to leave Regulus behind, hesitant to leave the life you had grown so accustomed to, even if it wasn't a good one. The both of you knew your parents would never approve, sure, James held the pureblood status, but it had lost its value the moment he harboured Sirius.

And so when the winter holiday came to an end and they once again reached Hogwarts, James was the embodiment of pure excitement. He was glad no one was questioning it, most likely brushing it off as joy at reuniting with his friends, which wasn't entirely untrue.

For a little while he truly got lost in seeing everyone again, trading stories with Remus and Peter about what they had been up to, discussing pranks that needed to be set ij motion to make up for lost time, but when the start of term party took place and he walked down to the common room with the others he froze in his tracks, because there you were. For a split second he wondered if it had been a dream, he had been having them so often now, but Sirius rushed past him to envelop you in a hig so tight you spilled half of your drink over yourself, cursing at him in such a soft tone of endearment as you hugged him back.

"I've missed you, you know" Sirius was beaming at you, doing a quick double check of you, something James used to not think much about until je started doing it himself after he found the strange bruises none of you dared to speak of.

"Yes Siri, I do know" you chuckled back at him, and in that moment all the worry disappeared.

"I've missed you too"

The rest of the group caught up with the two of you, and it was Remus who first spoke

"It's good to see you back" he acknowledged with a small nod, not one for big gestures, but you had all learned it truly was the thought that counts.

"It's good to be back, now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change so there's no longer firewhiskey all over my shirt" You gave a pointed look at Sirius, but his antics were nothing new to you.

"Just use one of my sweaters so you don't have to go all the way back to the slytherin dorms, I have some extras upstairs" sirius nudged his head towards the stairs, you gave him a final hug as you moved to take him up on his offer.

As you walked by him James could smell the blend of vanilla and rosemary that was still there despite the liquor, it intoxicated him like a drug he was already hooked on, finally getting a fix of it after so long apart, and he had to remind himself not to grab you and kiss you right then and there.

You disappeared from his sight as you went up to the dorms and it only took another second for James' brain to spring to action.

"I gotta go"

"What, why? We just got here" he knew he would need a better excuse, but the fuses in his head weren't connecting.

" forgot my wand" is what splurged out

"Why would you need your wand we're-" thankfully it was Sirius's short attention span that came to the rescue, because the moment he saw Marlene he made a beeline to go see her. James wondered if he had it in him to explain his actions to Peter and Remus, but neither of them seemed to mind much, so he sprinted off to the stairs as well.

As soon as he got to his dorm, he reminded himself to knock, not wanting to startle you.

"Merlin Sirius, how am I meant to find anything in this mess?" James creaked the door open to see you rummaging through your brother's trunk, still looking for the sweater you had come up here to find.

"Why don't you just wear one of mine" even the idea of it already made James's head dizzy. Your head spun around as soon as you heard his voice, and for a moment the two of you simply stood there, looking at each other like a long lost treasure. But it didn't last long, because right after James crossed the room in record time, he took you in his arms, connecting his lips with yours as if you were his last source of oxygen. The kiss was heated and filled with lust from the both of you, and James could finally let himself go, finally let his thoughts out and make them reality once more.

That’s why he decided not to waste any more time as he gently nudged you towards his bed, making sure you wouldnt hit the headboard as the both of you laid down. He remembered the path he was trailing down your neck with his eyes closed, had remembered the way your breath hitched and your hips squirmed everytime he did so. All he had to do was follow the same signs and you were a mess underneath him in no time. His hands made their way up underneath your skirt, massaging the skin underneath his fingertips as he heard you moaning out his name, pleading for him to keep going, and he was more than happy to fullfill your request. He continued his way down until he came face to face with your whiskey stained shirt, not thinking twice before taking it off you, but from how you were quick to connect his lips with yours once more you didnt seem to mind. But James was a man on a mission, and it was not one he was willing to abandon. So he willed himself to ignore the whine that left you as he moved away from the kiss, knowing you’d forgive him for it soon enough.

He found his way to your chest and took in the sight for sore eyes you were to him, once again glowing underneath him. He was starting to suck bruises onto your skin, love marks he knew only he would see, and when he would next time he’d be just as eager to leave even more of them behind. Having you like this again, feeling the heat of your skin against him, your hands tugging at his curls as he could hear more and more moans slip out of you, it got him hard in his trousers simply thinking about all the things you’d let him do to you, all the things he’d do for you. He was rutting his hips into the mattress, desperate for the friction of it, his hands krept up further towards your cunt, inching further up until he could slide your underwear to the side and feel just how wet you were for him. His mouth was still busy on your chest as one of his fingers found its way inside of you, making you arch your back towards him. “Fuck darling, your pussy feels just as good as I remember” You wanted to reply to him, telling him how good he felt inside of you, his long hands reaching places you never could on your own, but your words failed you as just another moan left you, your exterior having crumbled down in a matter of minutes thanks to the one and only James Potter, but he seemed to know exactly what was going on.

“I know baby, I’ll take good care of you don’t worry”

He had never broken a promise before, and he wasn’t about to start now, he added a second finger, crooking them inside of you towards the one spot that would turn your vision white as if you were staring straight into the sun itself. If this had been any other moment you might have been embarrassed about how fast you were starting to reach your high, but James wasnt the only one who had been waiting for this, dreaming about seeing each other again, counting down the days. It took him only a little while longer, encouraged only further by your laboured breathing until he was sure he was about to reach his own climax simply from the sounds you were making underneath him as he coaxed you through it. But he didnt give you much time to recover, not letting you catch your breath as he went further down the bed until he could start kissing your thighs, giving in to the urge to bite some of the fat leading up to your cunt, it made you produce a small shriek, and it encouraged him even further.

So he wasted no more time, attaching his lips to your clit and lapping at it like a man starved, wanting to make you cum again, wondering how fast he could make you come undone again. His tongue hungrily took in all the juices from your previous orgasm and from the next one creeping closer and closer. His nose kept bumping against your clit as his mouth was now on your opening, not quite reaching the spots his finger could but oh so heavenly in a whole other way. He was dangerously close to his own high now, rather sure he’d reach it the moment you started spasming underneath him from the overstimulation. But he wasnt letting down just yet, doubling down on his efforts as he felt you grow restless, gracing his ears with whimpers and whispers reserved only for him. He could tell you were about to tip over the edge, knew you and your body well enough by now to see the signs before you even registered them yourself. “You can let go, I’ve got you” he accentuated his words with a soft squeeze to your inner thighs as he could feel you melt into him and took everything you would give him.

“I’m pretty sure you just beat your record” you were breathless but you were already softly giggling as a wide smile broke on his face, proud of himself for his endeavors but furthemore proud of how he had been able to get you to let your walls down around him, how you had let him help you disassemble them brick by brick with each passing day. It was still early in the relationship, but James had never been so sure as to the fact that he loved you, because your presence made him shine even brighter than he already did, and he wasnt sure how much longer he could keep it contained. He moved back up the bed, caging you in with his arms as he leaned down to kiss you, no longer hurriedly or messy, but soft and delicate like the first rays of morning light.

Just as he did so however, someone came barelling in the room, and James cursed himself for not having locked it.

“You better not be cutting one of my shirts into a tank-top again- holy fuck” Sirius very nearly landed face first into the hard wood flooring as he caught sight of the two of you before he he steadied himself on the dresser. The both of you shot up from your positions on the bed, and, ironically enough, approached him as one would a startled deer. “What in Merlin’s beard were you two just doing” He looked as if he was contemplating life itself, and you almost felt bad for him

“What, nothing, you’re drunk-” James tried to defend, but you were rather sure there was no way out of this one.

“I’m not drunk, I’m sober and that's the problem” He was flailing his hands around now, and it was hard to suppress the laugh bubbling its way up your throat.

“Don’t laugh, this is not a situation to laugh at” he was trying to be stern, but it didnt quite suit him.

“It’s alright Sirius, James and I have been seeing each other for a little while now” He was no longer shocked, no, his current expression better resembled being offended.

“And neither of you told me” he was nearly shouting now, but the party downstairs was loud enough that it didn’t really matter anyway.

“We haven’t told anyone, and youre not exactly the best at keeping secrets.”

“Excuse me, I’m great at keeping secrets, I never told you he’s had a crush on you since third year, but apparently I should have”

“Completely forgot I ever told you that” James’ shoulders had lost their tension as he stood next to you now, slowly reaching out for your hand.

“I will go now before either of you scar my eyes any further” Sirius said as he made his way back to the dorm door.

“Oi Moony, wait till you hear- fuck I can’t tell you” He had made a complete mood shift once more as he turned fuzzy, wanting to tell someone the news immediatly.

“It’s fine, Remus knows.” You tell him, interlacing your fingers with James’ in the meantime.

This time he looked betrayed again, halfway down the stairs already as you could hear him yelling. “You knew and didnt tell me?!” and it was faint, but you could make out Remus’ voice as well. “Of course I knew, I have eyes” The two of you looked at each other as he placed a simple kiss on top of your hair, a small gesture of affection that would become increasingly more common with time. He turned around briefly to grab something from his trunk and before you could register it he had already asked, the shirt in his hand.

“Still gotta change your top, why don’t you take my jersey” It made your heart flutter as you slipped the item of clothing over your head and you went to follow Sirius downstairs, figuring this was as good a time as any to tell everyone.

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sukunoon · 2 years

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꒰ HOW HE REACTS WHEN YOU FALL ASLEEP ON HIM ꒱ — megumi, gojo, nanami, inumaki x gn!reader

synopsis — seeing your eyes flutter shut was all he needed to be content

cw — no warnings! lemme know if i missed any!

a/n — this is a repost and just to hold everyone off until i have more genshin content <3

— f. megumi

his face grew hot as he carried you on his back, the lack of sleep from the night before taking hold of you. your face had almost met the concrete before his demon dog caught you, his initial reaction not being fast enough to catch you by himself. he hid his face in the neck of his uniform, walking past the crowds upon crowds of people wandering all over the town. his hands on your thighs keeping you up and your arms wrapped around his neck, his thoughts in the back of his mind go rampant. though he went through embarrassment, he couldn’t stop his lips from forming into a small smile as you hugged him closer, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

— g. satoru

he laid his back on the bed, his arms behind his head resting upon the pillows that were underneath him. a small smirk appeared on his lips as you laid on his chest, tired from the exhausting day you had had. your eyes had closed, fluttering shut as your body felt light but also heavy with fatigue. “aww look at you,” he cooed, poking your back a few times. “falling asleep on me how adorable~” his insufferable teasing continued until you simply began ignoring him, offending him in the process. he was close to pushing you off him, but as he realized you had drifted off, he couldn’t help his softening features as he brushed a hair from your face, admiring the beauty he was so grateful to see everyday.

— n. kento

a sigh fell from his lips as he took off the outer part of his suit, his tie coming undone and loose in the process. he had just gotten home, making his way to your shared room to see you asleep on his side of the bed. with just a single glance he could tell how tired you were, the dark bags under your eyes prominent. he set his things down on th dresser, sitting down gently on the bed as to not wake you. your soft breathes making him smile to himself as he smoothed back your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “good night love, i’ll see you in the morning.”

— i. toge

it was his time to relax, finally being able to do so with you after weeks of being the busiest he’s ever been. and in just a few short days he had yet another dangerous mission he had to go on, maki and panda too. he sighed, leaning his elbows on his knees as he watched the lake in front of him. he flinched as he felt a bump on his shoulder, you who was previously sitting right next to him now leaning on him, mumbling a small “‘m sleepy..” before your eyes fluttered shut, your soft breathes hitting his arm. “salmon.” this was his last chance to be with you for a while, so even if you were just asleep on his shoulder, he wouldn’t want to spend these last moments any other way.

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timidpumpkin · 10 months

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Little Light (Stucky x reader)

Part 4: Retribution

Pairing: Dark!Stucky x f!reader

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: While you're left feeling hopelessly confused, it's clear to Steve and Bucky that you have a lot to learn about being their good little girl.

Warnings for this part: Dark!Stucky, Daddy!Stucky, Forced age regression, DDLG themes, Female reader, Manipulation, Violence against reader, Being tied up, Hints to sexual themes, This one's dark folks, Mean Steve and Bucky, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

As always, lemme know if I missed any!!

Notes: Thank you to everyone who has supported me since I posted Part 1 many many months ago. I love you all and appreciate your support and kind words more than I can express. I'm super nervous to post this one so i'm really hoping everyone likes it. ^.^

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P.S. Please feel free to comment/ask questions as they are a million times appreciated as I ALWAYS love to read you guy's thoughts!

(pictures are not my own)

Warm.

The cozy temperature surrounding you beckons you to sink further into its comfortable drowsy feeling. It feels nice–good. It’s comfortable as you pull at the blanket wrapped around you to cover the cold tip of your nose.

When you do though, adjusting as you move, adrenaline rushes through you.

All sense of tranquility leaps out of your body to be replaced by standing hairs and cold blood as you realize you’re not napping in your bed.

No–you’re napping on your capture’s lap.

Hazy memories from just a bit ago replay in your mind. The picture they paint is fogged up by an overcast of intense emotion.

Worry. Fear. Shock.

The panic you felt is now an almost disembodied ghost, content with hiding in the closet as it knows you can’t handle its presence anymore.

Not right now.

It would be too much. Your body and mind having already fought till every single cell within you is doused with exhaustion.

The wispy wave of relief you felt–feel–now molds into another feeling. It rips the comfort your body so desperately clings to at this moment of peril and unkindly reminds you that you shouldn’t have let your guard down.

But you did.

You–as you see it–involuntarily allowed the very person, no, the very people who have snatched you, took you from your, albeit, unexcitingly ordinary–but otherwise stable–life, to soothe the very predicament they have forced you in.

As you recall their hushed voices anchoring you, steady hands smoothing your trembling ones, and sweet comfort that you somehow found in their pacifying of you, the one emotion you painfully feel now is…embarrassment. It aligns with disgrace you feel within yourself for giving into…this.

You stiffen, body frozen in place as you become acutely aware of your situation again. Both the larger reality of being held hostage, and the other–ever so slightly smaller issue–that currently places your head nestled right in your captor’s lap. Bucky’s lap.

This is what you found so comforting in your sleep state?

Head wedged exactly between his legs, resting heavily against his lower half. Your hands curled up. You stare at them. They lay right in front of your view. Almost too close to your vision where you watch them resting, palms nestled down between his thighs.

But it’s not just your position. It’s his too. One of his arms is resting against you, draped over your side, his hand sprawled just at your navel, adding to the welcoming warmth you felt upon waking up. The other, languidly stroking your head with his thumb.

It’s an intimate position–close–in more ways than one. It’s not one you should be in, it’s not one you’re in voluntarily–despite what your last memories torturously remind you.

“You get enough sleep there, princess?” Bucky’s voice calls. You haven’t spoken a word but he must be able to tell you’re awake. Whether it’s from how your muscles have tensed, or the way you’ve been holding your breath since, is unknown to you.

You can’t see him. Your eyes are too intensely focused on how your hands rest with faux intimacy at his thighs and the realization of how long you’ve been in this position makes your lungs feel as if they don’t work anymore.

“You really scared Dada you know,” he moves his hand from your navel to caress your arm as he lends forward a bit to get a better view of your face. Still, frozen in place, you don't meet his gaze. Your self-preservation response only knows how to freeze now as you don’t move, but keep looking forward, completely unsure of how to tackle the situation you’re in.

Waves of memory come back to you. It’s blurry as you remember how scared you were. You remember how Steve calmed you. How his voice led you to placidity. How could that be? It’s what led you to the position you're in now.

Vulnerable. Again. And yet, you let it happen.

But you didn’t, no–you couldn’t–you don't remember exactly with anxiety fogging up your memory.

You knew one thing for sure; you couldn’t give in.

“Not going to ignore Daddy now, are you?” Bucky questions, taking his hand to your chin and facing it upwards so you’re looking up to him. Somehow, it’s still shocking how large he looks. You feel as though you've somehow been shrunk down a third of your size when looking at him. His hand is mostly just ghosting your face, guiding it up as he looms over you, one cheek smooshed against his navel now as his hand remains on the other.

“Hmm?” he questions, his pointer finger tapping methodically on your cheek, prompting you to answer. “Don’t tell me you forgot your manners already now, doll.”

“I-I wanna go home,” You try to sit up, not exactly sure why you said that, as recent events have told you already it’s not what he wants to hear. But you’re just not sure about anything at the moment. He looks at you with a displeased look, face dropping into an unkind frown.

His hold on you tightens; his forearm presses down on your chest lightly, silently reminding you that trying to move would be a bad idea. You don’t fight it, knowing you wouldn’t be able to succeed in getting up even if your life depended on it.

“You are home.” he declares curtly, before swiftly picking you up, dizzying you as he turns you around. You feel as though you’ve barely blinked before you’re in the new position. Your back is to his stomach as he situates you on his lap. His right arm wraps snugly around your waist, firmly securing you against his body. His left hand reaches in front and clasps around your cheeks, the cool metal instantly raising goosebumps on your once warm face as he slowly tilts your head back and forth for you, forcing you to look around the room.

“You see all this?” he lilts with a scolding undertone. “This is your home. All of it.” he pauses before–somehow–squeezing you closer to him. He brings his head to the side of your ear. His chest flush against your back, engulfing your body, and encapsulating your very being with how he maintains his grip on your face. His breath dances lightly against your ear as he speaks, adding to the chilling feeling overtaking your insides.

“Now what would you call a house where two Daddies take care of their little baby?” He speaks in a low, hushed tone. Not a sweet one–like the hushed subdued one Steve used on you just hours ago–No, Bucky’s tone is polar to that. It’s mocking, and sardonic as you can almost feel the smirk gracing his face without even looking at him. It’s as if he’s asking the most rhetorical question known to man. “Hmm?”

You feel your own breathing pick up. It becomes evident with how every millimeter your chest moves, your lungs have to fight against the pressure of Bucky’s heavy arms around you. Your mind is blank as fright starts to fill it instead. How were you supposed to answer that?

When you take too long to respond, Bucky promptly pinches at your side and simultaneously squeezes your cheeks harder, causing a retaliatory yelp out of you.

“Ah! I-I don’t know!” you squirm around at the pain that certainly doesn’t help you think.

He promptly covers your mouth with a shush, his sizable metallic hand swallowing up your face as you squeak dully now into his solid palm.

“No yelling now, doll.” He turns your face towards him so he can look at you as he speaks. He glances quickly at the closed bedroom door before looking back at you. “Answer Daddy’s question.” He directs, “I know you’re a smart girl.” he grins at you, and though–in most contexts–that would sound like a compliment, his tone is decidedly condescending as he continues. “But I’ll repeat my question, just in case my silly little girl forgot.” he smiles snidely at you for a brief moment before continuing. “What do you call a house where two Daddies take care of their little girl?” He says the question more slowly this time, eerily calm but just as patronizing as he goes.

You stare at him with wide eyes as he carefully removes his hand from your mouth. He doesn’t have to speak the words as his eyes alone tell you not to yell again. His fingers remain on your face, retaking their previous position of gripping your chin as he looks at you expectantly.

“...home…” you breathe meekly, voice almost cracking as you do, hoping that was the right answer.

“Good girl,” he roughly pats at your cheek with a slightly more authentic smile. “that’s exactly right.” he praises. You then hear some movement coming from the bedroom. Bucky glances that way before speaking to you again with a stern glare in his eye. “Now when Dada comes in here, you won't say any of those silly little thoughts, will you?” he asks presumptuously. You shake your head agreeably, and when Bucky’s head tilts with a clench of his jaw, you answer promptly out loud.

“Yes, Daddy” you quiver. He smiles at you, and as if on cue, Steve emerges from the door. There's a towel around his neck and he ruffles it around his hair before spotting you, his face lighting up when he does.

“Hi there angel,” he beams and leans down to you, instantly taking in the sight in front of him.

Your adorable frame sitting atop his partner's lap. You looked so perfect right there. As if you were the last puzzle piece missing his entire life, now fitting together so seamlessly that it just looks like a painting. A beautiful one. Steve isn’t sure how they went without you before. Your soft face still holds a frayed look. His poor girl. He was hoping a little bit of rest would ease your frazzled little mind.

“You feeling a bit better after your nap?” Steve asks with a loving tone as he carefully picks you up from Bucky’s lap. He situates you so that you are on his hip, one arm supporting your bottom with legs wrapped around his side as he guides your arms around his neck. You fit so nicely around him like this. He almost wishes he could stop time and freeze this moment forever. Being able to hold you like this, he’s never felt so whole, so complete. You feel tense in his arms, but he knows one day…that won’t be the case. You’ll lean fully in, wholly relying on and giving yourself to them both. He’s eager for every moment leading to it and each subsequent instant after.

Steve’s cold and wet hair tickles your arms. Being so close, you can’t help but notice the crisp comforting aroma that emits from his warm skin.

For some reason, you look to Bucky as if he holds the answer to Steve’s question. He just glares at you with a slight scowl that dares you to misbehave before standing up after too long of silence on your part.

“She’s still feeling a bit confused.” Bucky caresses you, palm enveloping the side of your face. “Huh, doll?”

“Awh…” Steve joins in on stroking your face by soothing the back of your head. “well that’s okay angel. Babies get confused so easily.” he says with that underlying patronizing but sweet tone he uses. “Why don’t you let Dada check you, huh?” he asks while looking you up and down. You then feel all blood draining from your face as your eyes go wide, having no idea what he means by that.

You look between him and Bucky frantically as Steve gently grabs one of your hands from behind his neck. You instinctively try pulling away but his grip tightens before you’re able to.

“Now now, don’t be scared,” Steve assures sweetly, a stark contrast to the death grip on your hand. “Dada just needs to look at those pesky little marks we had to leave on you last night,” he explains while unraveling you from him and setting you back down on the couch where he kneels in front of you. Your body trembles in anticipation–for what exactly, doesn’t matter.

You can’t control it as he diligently peels your socks off and rolls your leggings up to look underneath. He takes his time tracing the deformed marks with his fingertips, lifting up your ankles as he goes before making his way to your arms. He tugs on them gently in front of you and repeats his previous examination as if he’s mapping out every little laceration. “You don’t want any more of these…do you, babygirl?” Steve lilts, an ever so slightly threatening tone lacing his otherwise calm voice as he presses his fingers down, digging just harshly enough into where a bruise must be forming and causing you to jolt at the pain.

“Ah!-n-no!” you yelp pitifully quick at the discomfort.

“No…what?” Steve prods with false grace before pressing harder into your skin.

“N-no Dada!…ah!...please.” you shakily breathe the last word with a plea, pathetically pulling on your arms that don’t move an inch under his hold.

“Good girl,” he praises with a mischievous smile, and unclenches his painful grip, but doesn’t let go completely, instead, keeping a firm hold on you.

He steadily lifts your wrists up…to his lips. They ghost your skin as he glints at you with a soft smirk before placing slow…slow kisses along the marked-up lines.

Warm lips meet the welts that are painted all across and up your arms from where you were bound–corporal reminders of what disobeying meant–he trails each one of them, dragging his lips and dousing each inch of burning skin with tender kisses, his grip remaining its powerful hold so you remain immobile.

When he makes his way to your upper arm, you physically resist from full-on screaming. A quick glance to Bucky with your sorrowful eyes reveals no mercy from him. He just glares at you, a deadpan look on his face but a teasing smirk in his eyes that dares you to make a noise.

Steve lifts his head up to face you after planting his last kiss on your upper arm, just a hair's breadth from your face. Your head has already pushed itself back as far as it’ll go as the rest of your body is ensnared by his that hovers atop yours. Thick air surrounds you as your trembles turn to full-on shaking, watching him as his eyes don’t even meet yours. His blown pupils are intensively fixated on your lips now.

They look so soft.

Time itself seems frozen, all except a slow-motion icy droplet that falls from the tips of his hair. It lands atop soft cotton, dampening the fabric on your chest that ripples chills throughout you. He follows it, dark eyes lowering to where sensitive skin is hidden by the dainty onesie Bucky dressed you in earlier. You feel heat taking over the arctic sensation within you as he looks at your body with what you can only prescribe as desire–want.

But to your–very minuscule–relief he looks back up to your eyes, and gives you a quick smile, before leaning back on his knees again in front of you with a satisfied smile adorning his face.

“Might take a while for those to heal up,” he remarks, “but don’t worry, Daddy and I will give them lots of kisses to help them heal.” he smiles at you.

“What do you say, doll?” Bucky speaks up, crossing his arms.

A confused and worried look that causes your eyebrows to furrow comes over your face, unsure of what he wants when you’ve barely gotten your heart to stop pounding from the previous predicament.

Bucky decides–for now–he’ll key you in. Mostly because he doesn’t like seeing his Stevie all upset when you don’t do as you were told.

He mouths a “thank you” with a cock of his head motioning towards Steve below him.

“Th-thank you…D-dada” you squeak, voice uncontrollably shaky.

“Oh, such a good girl. My good little girl,” Steve beams at you before standing up. “Oh…poor thing,” he remarks while looking down at your trembling form. “You must be freezing,” he states like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Dada will go get you a sweater. Stay right here,” he instructs before trailing off.

When he comes back, there's more than just an extra garment in his hand.

“Now later you can play upstairs all you want, but right now,” he speaks while setting down a few colorful-looking books and a box of crayons on the coffee table. “Daddy and I need to watch you and make sure you stay safe,” He then motions for you to move your arms up so he can put the sweatshirt he brought for you on. He carefully moves your arms and head through the holes and then leads you to the coffee table. “You can color as long as you like, angel, just make sure to tell us if you need anything, like water…or juice, okay?”

You nod your head complacently at him while he holds your hand looking down at you.

“Okay-I mean-I-yes…Dada” you fumble before kneeling down on the carpet yourself in front of the variety of coloring books.

You don’t want to color. But–genuinely–what choice do you have? You could protest, but it wouldn’t lead anywhere beneficial.

You scan the playful books in front of you, trying to find some solace in the fact that maybe focusing on this would at least mean less nerve-wracking interactions with…them.

It shouldn't matter–which picture you settle on–with your brain still rattled from before, only you can’t help but feel choosy about the drawing you pick. You flip through the books, dog-earing the ones that pique your interest before settling on a foresty scene that depicts two large sleeping wolves and a little rabbit nestled right in the middle.

For some perplexing reason, the crayon box decides it doesn’t want to be opened by your frail fingers. Steve quickly notices your frustrated struggle with it and instructs you to hand it to him so he can open it for you. You groan at the box and mutter something about how you ‘got it.’

You don’t see his eye squint and eyebrow raise as he watches you fumble with it for a moment longer, but you do feel him taking the box from your hands.

“I don’t want you hurting those precious little fingers of yours now,” He smoothly opens the box and hands it back to you with a pet to your head.

At some point, Bucky notices your tired posture and offers you a pillow to sit on before moving the coffee table closer to the couch so you can rest your back on the cushiony sofa. He moves it effortlessly as if the table wouldn’t break your back if you tried to move it.

You mumble an assenting “thank you daddy” to which Bucky responds. “You’re welcome, sweet girl” with a wink and you withhold from sticking your tongue out at him.

Either one or both of them remain in the room with you for the rest of the evening, checking on you every so often. You attempt to keep your attention on remaining within the lines when you color, but you can’t help the way your unnerved hands still shake, causing you–to your annoyance–to occasionally strike outside the lines.

By the time the sun has long set, and the only thing illuminating the paper in front of you is warm artificial light, you find yourself yawning with your head sideways on the table as you color. Whiffs of savory smells dance through your nose as Bucky has been in the kitchen for the last little bit preparing dinner.

“Getting sleepy babygirl?” Steve asks, peering down at you and your drawings. You shrug your shoulders, unsure of which answer would allow you the most leniency.

“Oh, that one is just perfect,” he remarks while bending over and picking up the forest scene you colored first. It was hidden amongst other drawings that you had shuffled to the side. He holds it up and takes a good look at it. “You did such a good job,” he compliments. “I think this one deserves a place on the fridge” he boasts.

You turn your head back and watch in curiosity as he really does make his way to the kitchen and secures it with a little magnet. He stands back and smiles in satisfaction while you go back to coloring, feigning that you never even noticed the proud expression radiating off his body, and positively pretending that your insides didn’t go soft for a brief moment watching him.

Steve and Bucky chatter while setting the table. You try to tunnel in on their voices but you can’t exactly make out what they’re saying as they speak quite lowly to each other.

Steve makes his way to you and takes your hand to guide you to the table. He sets you in the seat furthest away from the door as they both sit rather closely to you–practically trapping you in. You poke at your otherwise appetizing plate as you have little desire to eat with your stomach still turned in tangled knots.

They both encourage you to eat throughout, but you only manage to get a few bites down. Neither of them look particularly happy with you and your full plate. Nevertheless, they stop pushing after a bit and share a knowing look that you can’t make out the meaning of.

You huff a quiet sigh of relief when they take your plate and start cleaning the kitchen, silently feeling as though you won this trivial round of control.

Bucky catches you from the corner of his eye as you take it upon yourself to get out of your chair. He tenses, preparing to snatch you before you can move until he realizes you’re only going to the living room, opposite of where the front door is. He decides to just watch you for a few moments as you go back to coloring with criss-crossed legs.

Innocent little thing. His naive little doll shading away, having not a clue in your pretty little head of how erroneous it was to make your own decisions like that. It really was much too soon for you to truly understand what consequences will come when trying to think for yourself. He can’t exactly blame you though. His poor little baby had to do it for so long before they found you. It’s probably why you’re benignly coloring away with not an idea in your head of what’s really in store for your life here. Such a sweet, sweet little girl they had. All to themselves. Forever now.

He observes how you ferociously analyze and juxtapose the colors before you, even testing them on other miscellaneous paper before choosing the right one for the job.

He already knows you better than you can even comprehend. He knows you’ve likely already thought you’ve gotten away with it.

“What do you think you’re doing little girl?” Bucky’s scolding voice startles you, causing you to jump a little in your spot. After just a second, he roughly yanks you up by your arm, spinning you around to face him as he holds you. “Did Daddy tell you you could leave the table? Hmm? Did Dada?” he fumes, the sudden escalation in action and tone making you want to just cry.

“I-I-” you fumble, squirming uncomfortably below him. “I thought-”

“Oh I don’t think you were thinking anything in that silly little head of yours,” he chastises while pinching one of your cheeks harshly with his free hand. “And did you really think you could get away with not eating?”

“Ah!-” you fight, struggling against him, confused and disoriented on why he’s suddenly being so harsh when you thought you were off the hook.

“Hey-hey, it’s okay,” you hear Steve speaking up behind him. “Let me talk to her Buck,” he says, allowing Bucky to let go of your arm and cheek. You tearfully rub at your hurt cheek while Steve kneels down to your level. “Sweet girl…remember yesterday when daddy gave you apple juice?” he asks, circling his hand behind your ear and gently cupping the cheek that Bucky previously inflicted harshly. You nod smally, glancing away around the room as you recall the unfond memory of being bottle-fed against your will. “Good, then you should know that little girls need their nutrients. And that means no skipping dinner,” he explains with a kind voice that makes you feel as if he's quite literally talking to a child.

“I-okay…Dada” you add, grateful for Steve at least being gracious enough as to not yell at and pinch you like Bucky just was.

“Good girl,” he smiles at you before telling you to sit tight on the couch while he goes to get your dinner. You sit there, a bit perplexed on how he planned on giving you a meal when you’re pretty sure you saw Bucky scrape the remnants of your food into the trashcan.

Steve returns with no plate in hand and sits a bit away from you, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion until you see it.

You watch in horror as he reveals a milky white bottle that he shakes in his hand while speaking to you.

“Come here,” he beckons, patting his spacious thigh. You grimace at the granule liquid that swirls around in the bottle, not unlike the one Bucky used on you yesterday. If you didn't know better–which you don’t–you’d say it quite literally looks like baby formula.

“Uhm…I just…” you trail off, trying to come up with a reason, any reason not to be literally bottle-fed like you were yesterday. “I’m-I’m really not hungry-my-my stomach hurts,” you reason clumsily, but truthfully as well since the only thing filling your stomach right now is queasiness. Most of it coming from your situation, but the grainy texture swirling around in the bottle certainly doesn’t help your appetite either. “And-and I can just eat the other stuff,” you add frantically while looking back to the kitchen and wringing your hands.

“Now this is going to help my sweet girl feel a lot better and sleep real tight,” Steve remarks, completely ignoring your words and requests.

“I-I said I'm not hungry.” you say a bit louder, but with a mild tone as to not sound too combative.

“And I said this will help you sleep,” he asserts while dabbing the tip of the bottle on his wrist. “Now come sit on Dada’s lap,” he demands while patting his thigh again. You shake your head while subtly scooting away from him.

“Mmm-mmm” you hum a no while sliding back even further. “Please, I don’t wan-”

“Did Dada ask what you wanted?” he cuts you off with a cock to his head at you. “No,” he shakes his head, answering his own question patronizingly. “I didn’t. You don’t get to decide what’s good for you. Only Daddy and I know that. Now I won’t ask again. Come here. Now.” he insists sternly. You debate quickly in your head, weighing out your limited options. When you still sit there not moving an inch, Steve sighs and reaches for you. He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

“No!” you say in response to the action. He’s not necessarily yanking or being particularly rough, but without thinking, you push back at him, your free hand overshooting and accidentally hitting his shoulder. Of course, it’s like you’ve hit a brick wall, the small action hurting your wrist much more than it likely hurt him at all. But something about it felt…cathartic. And something inside you just…snaps.

You had played nice all day, letting them hold you, touch you, kiss you. Hell–you even sat on the floor for hours and colored while wearing a onesie. And now he wanted to bottle feed you actual formula. You had to draw the line.

You couldn’t give in. The silent promise you made to yourself earlier rings in your head. You weren’t going to drink this stupid bottle.

Steve still has you in his grasp and is pulling you closer to him so that you can be in his lap. Only, you take this opportunity to fight. Hard.

With all the strength you have, you wrench yourself back. Steve quickly encapsulates both your hands, making you feel as though you’ll sooner break your own wrists before you ever successfully free yourself from his grip. You take it upon yourself to switch strategies, maneuvering yourself into a position where you just start kicking at him feverishly. It felt childish. It looked childish. But you didn’t care right now. You weren’t going to play along any longer.

You realize halfway through your nonsensical thrashing fit that Steve is likely just letting you play this out before he decides he’s had enough. He decisively stands up, dragging your combative form with him as he roughly swings you up to throw you over his shoulder. You still fight him, your flailing is joined with nonsensical shrieks as you lash out on him physically and verbally. Steve holds you down atop him firmly while hauling you upstairs. Before you realize it, you’re roughly tossed down into a mattress. The otherwise compliant spread hurts you on impact from the height you fall from. Your swirling vision from being upside down and lack of oxygen in your lungs from screaming leaves you disoriented until your dazed eyes focus on structured parallel bars.

Steve’s thrown you into the very crib he showed you just hours ago.

“That’s just for when you’re feeling extra little,”

You instantly try to stand up only for Steve to effortlessly push you back down, sending you to roughly bounce on your bottom. You clumsily try to regain your balance and breath while Steve reaches for something besides the crib. Before you know it, Steve’s grabbed both your hands and starts heatedly tying them together. Tightly. He ensnares your fingers together and weaves the rope around every inch of your digits up to the middle of your forearm, completely restraining the hands that fought him.

You try getting up again only to find it’s surprisingly hard to move with your hands bound in front of you.

He mutters to you something about ‘not moving’ while making his way to the end of the crib. He abrasively yanks both of your legs down to the edge of the caged mattress and begins tying those together too. You flail hopelessly, hurling unkind words at him while he secures your ankles to the bars, completely immobilizing the legs that were just unabashedly kicking at him.

When you finally catch a glimpse of Steve’s face, his expression is unforgiving. Furrowed eyebrows highlight his intense dark focus as veined arms secure you to the crib.

Steve straightens himself up and towers over you from beside the crib. He just watches you until you decide to give up on fighting, realizing you can’t free yourself from your binds. Your anger slowly turns to just pure sorrow, as you find yourself crying hot tears into your already burning face. You murmur pointless cries asking over and over again to just be let go…

“Angel…” Steve says softly, his features appearing less angered now, but still unhappy nonetheless. “I’m going to give you one more chance,” he kneels down, leveling himself with you from outside your confines. He reaches through the bars and caresses your rope-covered hands. “If you do what Dada says, then I might go easy on your punishment,” he slides his hands up, open-palmed, slowly inching his way to your face. He lingers on your throat for a moment too long before laying his hand across your cheek. “But that’s only if you stop being a bad girl…is that what you want?” he asks patronizingly, with a cock to his head, faux sympathy lining his tone. “You want Dada to treat you like a bad girl?”

You squeeze your eyes shut, heavy tears pitifully falling as Steve watches you. He doesn’t catch them as he awaits your answer that doesn’t come.

He then tries to give you the bottle from before again but you only resist. Shaking your head and crying profusely while mumbling sorrowful nonsense.

Steve sighs, and hangs his head. He doesn’t enjoy seeing you like this. He wants to hear you laugh. The same laugh he heard over anything else the first night he found you. He wants to see you smile. The same way you beamed at him that night he helped you find your way back. He wants to draw you close when you fall asleep next to him. The same way he’s watched you fall asleep all by yourself for months. He wants to replace the teeny little thumb you always stick in your mouth when you think no one is watching with his. He knows you want this. He knows you need this.

But it’s obvious his poor girl just doesn’t understand that yet.

Steve knows babies have a hard time listening when throwing tantrums anyway...

For now, if you won’t listen, he’ll just have to show you.

“My sweet girl…” Steve grabs your face, turning it towards him. “You just won’t learn unless Dada shows you, huh?” he releases your face dismissively and stands up.

“If you want to act out…” he speaks while reaching across the crib above you,

“and think you’re a big girl…” he lifts something weighty that’s attached to the top of the crib,

“that’s fine,” parallel bars intrude your vision of Steve from above you,

“But this is what happens when you act like a bad girl.” Steve’s voice turns more ireful with every word he speaks, as he works his way around the crib, latching multiple locks together that you hadn't noticed before with increasingly aggressive force.

“You get treated like one. Bad girls get left all alone by themselves without Dada. If you really want Dada to let you go. Fine. You’ll stay right here until you understand what it means to listen.” he slams the last latch shut.

You barely have time to process his words while your wobbly vision interprets what’s happening above you. By the time you comprehend that there’s a top to this ‘crib’ that Steve has locked you in, he’s already left the room, truly isolating you.

Anguished sobs that were falling on deaf ears during Steve’s spiel to you now meet the equally deaf silence of the room itself.

The only sound that accompanies you now is your own cries, echoing back pitifully to you from the horizontal bars above…

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Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Summary: After months of dancing around your feelings with Joel, it comes to a head. And his reason for avoiding you comes as a surprise.

Warnings: MDNI 18+; suggestive content, no actual smut (yet?), potential for part two, which would be afab reader, since that’s all I can really do justice/know first hand, but no descriptive qualities as far as looks. Jackson era, swearing, age gap (32 and 56). Let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Be gentle on me- I haven’t written much and not in SO long. And none for Joel.

Also rapidly realizing that despite taking so many honors English classes in HS and college, I really know fuck all about correct paragraph format and present/past tense, omfg.

Lemme know if you want the smut and I’ll make a part two lmao.

Joel is avoiding you.

You know it. He knows it.

And you know why.

You’ve been dancing around each other for days now. Ever since all of the lingering glances and brushing of arms came to a head and you grabbed his thigh in the shadows of the Tipsy Bison. Encouraged by his low lids and your even lower whiskey glasses.

He stopped breathing, and when he realized himself, he jumped like he’d been burned. Muttering some excuse before darting from the bar.

You weren’t sure whether to laugh or to be embarrassed. But why be embarrassed when you knew how he actually felt? You could see it every time he looked at you with those dark eyes. Did he think he was being sly?

Months of the spindly fingers of your dry humor and wit, selflessness and competency that he so admired, worming its way through the splintering cracks of his walls until, without him even noticing, they shattered completely.

But you were too fucking young. He could’ve been your dad, for fuck’s sake.

You couldn’t have been more than your early thirties, at most. He was afraid to ask. At 56, he had no business looking at you in any form other than just his patrol partner. At most- a friend.

But fuck, it had been so long. Maybe that’s all it was, right? But even with Tess, he’d never felt like this. That was friendship- the sex just a means to an end- a way to escape. With you… he knew it went beyond just physical attraction. If he said it didn’t, he’d just be lying to himself. It was all of you.

It wasn’t his fault that he liked when you shot a clicker in the head without even an afterthought. Or that you could put someone in their place while being respectful at the same time. That you could teach him new things without making him feel like a stupid old man.

It wasn’t his fault that you could catch him off guard and make him laugh like he hasn’t in years. Or that your eyes sparkling in the Tipsy Bison twinkle lights made him stop breathing. And it definitely wasn’t his fault that he had to practically run from you so your wandering hand didn’t feel his thickening hard-on that came out of nowhere, like he was a fucking teenager.

It wasn’t your fault that he felt this way about you. But he had to be the one to stop it. Pretend like it never happened.

Which obviously you wouldn’t stand for. He should’ve known better.

As soon as you saw your name next to someone else’s on the patrol schedule for the following day, you decided that enough was enough. You gave him a few days to sort his shit out. It was time to give him a piece of your fucking mind.

———

Walking to Joel’s house was easy. Unfortunately for him, you were neighbors. Fortunately for him, you left your knives at home. You were fantasizing about stabbing him at this point.

Passing by Ellie’s lit up apartment you were relieved that she wouldn’t have to bear witness to your rapidly growing annoyance. It was beginning to fester into self doubt. Because fuck, what if you imagined how he felt and you basically assaulted him in public? Except you know that’s not the case. Right?

As soon as Joel opens the door you’re pushing past him into the kitchen.

It looks like he hasn’t done a dish in days. Flannels taken off after a long day strewn over the backs of dining chairs. Crumbs on the counter.

“Jesus, Joel, crack a window. What’s going on in here?”

Sighing your name, he rounds the corner after you. “Is there a reason you barged into my house?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you’ve been avoiding me,” you huff, leaning against his counter.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” he averts his eyes, deciding that now is the time to tidy his kitchen.

“Don’t bullshit me, Joel.”

“‘m not,” he sighs, filling the sink with warm water.

“Yeah? Then why is now the time to do the dishes that have been sitting there for three days?”

Fuck. He knows you’re not going to let this go, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to avoid the topic for as long as possible.

“Joel, did I make you uncomfortable?”

His head snaps up, “what?”

That, unfortunately, was the furthest thing from the truth. He wishes it was so he could gently let you down and have you be on your way. Go back to the way things were before, before he knew what he was missing. Before he got addicted to you and you consumed his every waking thought.

“When I… touched you. In the bar,” you falter, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Second guessing everything. Because what if that’s actually what this was?

He decides to get it over with before this becomes any more unbearable.

“Christ. No, I wasn’t uncomfortable. That was the problem,” he grits out.

“I fucking knew it! I fucking. Knew it!”

“Listen-“

“No, you listen. I don’t know what your deal is. I get that we’ve both been through some fucked up shit in the last twenty years, and maybe that’s a huge reason for why you’re so closed off. Denying yourself something that you obviously want-“

He starts to cut you off, saying your name in a stern whisper, but you don’t let him.

“Let me finish.” Surprisingly, he lets you continue, a war waging in his eyes.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, Joel. I’m asking you to just be fucking honest with me. It doesn’t have to be anything serious. It doesn’t have to be anything at all. But I know you feel something for me.”

He’s gripping the counter so hard that his knuckles are turning white. His jaw ticks as he looks down into the sink, watching the little soap bubbles burst until he collects his thoughts enough to speak. You don’t realize that you’re holding your breath until he starts talking.

“I don’t… I don’t know what to do with this. I’m too-“

“Stubborn?” You suggest, despite yourself.

“Old,” he forces out.

Your eyebrows shoot into your hairline, because that is not at all what you were expecting him to say.

“What?”

He lets out a humorless laugh. “I’m 56. I’m way too old for you, sweetheart.”

You clench at the nickname despite wanting to throttle him. “I’m 32. Not 13.”

He groans. “Not helping.”

You lean away from the counter. “I thought you were avoiding this because you were like…” you flail your hands, trying to find the words, “emotionally fucked up, or something.”

He snorts, despite how flustered he feels at admitting his insecurities. “I probably am. But that’s not the point.”

“I’m a grown ass woman. We met as two grown ass adults, Joel. What are you afraid of?”

He clenches his jaw. He can’t meet your eyes.

You press on. “Are you worried about what society thinks? There’s an apocalypse, if you haven’t noticed. I don’t give a shit what Mrs. Johnson down the street thinks. She’s an asshole anyway-“

“Darlin’-“

“No. What’s the point in surviving if you stopped really living twenty years ago? You’re not dead. You deserve to do what makes you feel alive.”

He drags his eyes up to yours, leaning up from the sink. You think he might touch you, but he only faces you. Hesitant.

“Doesn’t bother you that I’m old?” He rasps, eyes low, inching closer. “Hm?”

“I think it’s kind of hot,” you say, smirking.

You shyly smile at each other. Letting it settle.

“We only live once, Joel,” you whisper. “I don’t want to be on my death bed thinking, ‘damn, I really wished I’d fucked that old man’.”

He barks a single surprised laugh at that, throwing his head back.

And you think he’s never looked so beautiful.

#pedro pascal #joel miller #tlou #the last of us #joel tlou #thelastofus #pedrohub #joel miller x reader

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⋆୨ chapter one ୧˚ thorns without flowers, bars with no drinks

⋆୨ if not for you (masterlist) ⋆୨ previous: prologue - all see through just like glass <> next: chapter two - a million miles away, still you connect me in your way ୧˚

⋆୨ synopsis ୧˚ neither of you want this. both you and sae reluctantly agree to this marriage, although sae’s dissatisfaction far outweighs your own. with hidden agendas and old flames, will this ever work out between the two of you, or will your forced spark be doomed to fail?

ೀ series: sae x f!reader | wc 5k | ೀ content warnings: fluff/angst, modern au, arranged marriage, rich!sae and rich!reader, hostility on sae’s part, profanity, your marriage is not off to a very good start, both yn and sae both have other … options. | notes: ty i appreciate all of you who are reading this <3 i added everyone who asked to be tagged ^_^ lemme know if i missed you !!

The day has finally arrived. After two months of painstaking preparations, it’s your special day today. Not that your parents have given you any say on your own special day. You wonder if your future husband got the same treatment too. That is, if he was even interested in it.

Everyone has arrived, the chefs are ready, people are dressed to the nines, photographers are already snapping away. More than half the guests, most of which you barely know, have come to speak to you, to congratulate you, but it all still feels so surreal.

Is this really happening?

There’s a lot of important people in attendance today, a lot of them you don’t even know personally. Which is funny, considering that it’s your wedding. Of course, both sets of parents were in charge of the invites, and your actual friends probably only account for fifteen percent of the entire list. (With Sae’s friends, probably totaling thirty percent.) The rest are spaces filled by people in power—political, business, what have you. It’s no surprise; your parents (and you guess Sae’s as well) are great at networking, and of course these people would attend such an event—two kids of rivalling companies getting married would signify a possibly huge shift in market share, and they’d probably like to be here to witness for themselves if this is some sort of sham. If this lasts, then they’ll have to move their money around, that’s for sure.

It is kind of a sham, but you’re trying to get that out of your head. This can’t possibly be anything but a ruse to further their own gains. Parents are like that, as much as you know.

“Hey, are you sure about this? There’s still time to back out, you know?”

Beside you, your ever observant younger sister offers you a sad smile; a product of the guilt she feels because despite you not telling her, she knows you’re just trying to keep the crosshairs away from her. She must’ve realised that your feet are colder than you thought. But as far as you’re concerned, better you than her.

She has a happy relationship with one of the nicest guys she’s ever met, and the last time you’d spoken to him, he’d confessed to wanting to marry her. The only downside to it all is that your sister is way too filial—if your parents tried to force her to get married to someone of their choice, she’d give in eventually, and you don’t want that.

Besides, you don’t have anyone. No love interest, no potential suitors—what’s the worst that could happen to you? As long as Sae is decent enough of a human being, you’re sure you’ll be fine.

“I’m sure, so don’t worry about me, okay?” Your hands come up to her shoulders, squeezing slightly, offering your best and most radiant smile.

Sensing that there’s only more of your dear sister’s worry coming, you’re grateful that a timely knock comes from the doorway. You hold back a sigh of relief before turning to look at your visitor, and you stiffen up when you realise who it is.

“Is this a bad time?”

Your sister speaks up before you do. “Oh, Itoshi Sae, of course not!” There’s a sense of excitement in her voice that masks her earlier concern; it’s kind of sad that the art of faking is a necessity of living in the world you do. It’s one of the essential skills. You either fake it or face consequences. “I’m all done here, you two should talk.”

With that, she bounces out of the room, and you wonder just what kind of thoughts she’s having—her happiness is kind of infectious. Sure, Reo had said countless times that if Sae was ever a dick to you, he’d punch him in the guts for you. So far, he doesn’t have to. It’s nice that he made the time to visit you before the ceremony, it’d be nice to meet just once before after all.

“Hi, um, it’s nice to meet you.” It’s the best you can do when you’re halfway gaping at how good your future husband looks. There’s nothing that needs to be said for his face; his red-brown hair frames his face just nice, his teal eyes makes it feel like he can see right through you, and those naturally long lashes of his makes you envious. He’s wearing a simple black tux—but you know there’s nothing simple about the price tag. Not for his tux, nor for your couture wedding dress. He still looks handsome all the same, and you realise now why so many girls seem to be all over him from all those forums you’d been reading up on.

Still, as charming as he looks, he makes you slightly uncomfortable with that especially long silence, your eyes falling on his gaze, his teal eyes seeming like they’re posing you silent questions. You remain quiet, waiting for his next move. It’s almost like you submit by default.

Some foolish part of you, the hopeless romantic, is hoping you and him can hit it off right away, but even you know that’s asking for too much. Sae proves you right when he finally opens his mouth.

“I wanted to set things straight before we go through with anything.”

Just like that, with just those few words, Sae has managed to strip all the hope out of you. Nothing good can come out of those words, coupled with that monotonous tone of his. This isn’t the face of a man who’s happy to get married, and certainly not one of a man who is even willing.

Though, can you really say you are?

“I only said yes because I was forced to,” Sae tells you, not explaining more than he needs to. The line is drawn—thick with a black marker, something you can’t miss even if you wanted to. “Just play your part, act happy, and you can drop the act once we’re done with this today.”

There’s something in his bossy attitude that doesn’t sit right with you, but you’re too busy being disappointed in yourself to do anything about it. All you allow is a nod, because even without Sae saying it, you had planned to give your biggest smile later anyway, no matter how fake it is. Thing is, you had imagined that Sae was less… hostile than this. Honestly, maybe you had been hoping for him to at least put some effort into liking the situation, but from how he is now, it doesn’t look like it at all.

“Okay then, see you.”

Sae barely looks at you before he turns and walks off toward the door, right about to turn the corner when he’s stopped by your parents. Of course, they’re more than delighted to see him. They’d been convincing you hard to this arranged marriage, claiming how you’re so horrible at romance that they really are just pushing you to do this so they can have an heir early. If you ever did have a child, you can only be sure how you want to not treat them like. Your parents can be credited for that.

“You look wonderful, Sae!” Your mother is already gushing over Sae’s look as your father has his arm around him, pulling him back to the door.

“So, this is the first time you’re meeting our Y/N right? What do you think, son?” Your father has his Client Services voice switched on—after seeing him work all this time, you can distinguish it in an instant. You wonder if Sae can.

In front of your parents, you’re shocked to see that he’s already putting on an act. There’s a very subtle smile on his face—something that seems so soft and secretive, something that looks like it’s meant to be viewed by exclusive people only—and you find your own heart skipping a beat. You wonder if anyone’s ever been so lucky to be able to see that naturally.

“Your daughter is…” Sae trails off, and you find yourself swallowing the lump in your throat, inwardly asking. yourself why on earth would his opinion matter to you at all. “Pretty.”

It’s a simple word, with an even simpler meaning, and Sae doesn’t even mean it, but you find a heat creeping up your cheeks and you’re not sure why it’s so easy to appease you.

“You’re hopeless, you know that?” Reo says later on, after your parents and Sae have headed off somewhere and Reo takes their place.

Covering your head with your hands, you groan, absolutely annoyed with yourself. “Is it so wrong that I just want my future husband to remotely like me even just a little bit?”

Reo sighs, wondering what kind of luck you have to be born into a family where that isn’t even possible. Usually, people marry someone after they dated them for a while. After they can ascertain they’re good for them and that they have the capacity to put them first. Somehow, you’d been stripped of that because your parents, of all people, are the ones encouraging you to get married to someone who doesn’t love you. Hell, they even know that you and Sae don’t even know each other.

It’s pitiful, really. You’re a nice person, and Reo would shake you and convince you not to do this if he could, but it’s not like you can afford anyone to lose faith in you. If they do, how will you keep up your act? So, he’ll play his part as your best friend and just support you—he’ll deal with Sae separately if he ever dares to treat you horribly.

“Does he even know how to be nice to people?” You ponder out loud, whining, pouting as you gaze at nothing at all, the ticking of the clock making you more nervous by the second.

The wedding ceremony is half an hour away now.

Reo takes a seat beside you, leaning an elbow against your dresser. “Hmm, I heard about him from friends of friends—but all of them say he’s more of an asshole than your average person,” Reo fills you in, though you probably guessed that by yourself.

Of course, he chooses not to disclose the fact that Sae has an alleged ex he can’t get over, because what good would that do you? You’ll just get all FBI-mode and try to find her socials and find reasons you’ll never measure up and say shit like maybe that’s why Sae isn’t interested in you.

Still, you look like a hot mess and Reo has to encourage you somehow, or else you’ll end up walking up that aisle like you’re marrying Lord Farquaad. “Oi, Y/N, what I hear is he’s just a tough nut to crack.”

“I get it, Reo, I’ll probably end up talking to the wall everyday at home since my husband won’t even talk to me.”

Reo rolls his eyes, pressing his lips into a firm line and putting his hands on your shoulders, taking care not to shake you or else your hairdo will come off and he’ll have your hairdresser absolutely seething. He’s not about to try and owe her anything or else he’ll end up bald just from having to offer her a wig.

“Hey, he’s just a tough nut to crack,” he repeats, and he sighs in exasperation when you still don’t get it. “So crack him, stupid. You’re good at that, right?”

Your eyes widen at Reo’s insinuation, and even more so when you realise it’s an actual good attempt at trying to encourage you. You crack a small laugh and Reo smiles along with you—he thinks that smile looks the best on you.

“If you can crack Nagi of all people, who’s Itoshi Sae?” Reo affirms. Nagi Seishiro, the son of the dean back when all of you were in university, who wanted for nothing except laying in bed all day and playing games, somehow managed to show an interest in helping his mother with her business, and it’s all because of you. Reo still doesn’t know how you did it, but all he knows is that you’re probably magic. (No, he knows you definitely are. You were, once, his once upon a time after all.)

His words stay with you even as you walk down the aisle fifteen minutes later, arm looped around your father’s.

“Be a good wife, okay?” Your father’s words break you out of your reverie. It isn’t the normal way a father would show concern for his child. No, the way he says it is cold and sinister, like it’s a threat. He reminds you why you’ve never had a good relationship with him. “If you screw this up, we’ll all have hell to pay.”

Trust your father to drop a bomb on you right before he passes you to Sae, who receives you with a polite nod. Perhaps, his original reaction is to have no reaction at all—is that nod his form of ‘acting’?

“Dearly beloved, we are all gathered here today—”

The words are lost on you as you try to keep your head in the present. Different thoughts are invading your head from different places that you almost feel overwhelmed from the mess. You can see Sae right in front of you, staring at you, and all you can think of is how you’re going to get along with someone who looks like he doesn’t want to. Growing up with a distant father and a far-too-subservient mother gives you anxiety—what if you end up just like that? Aside from that, instead of the holy words of matrimony, all you can hear is your father’s words repeating themselves in your head.

Hell to pay? Why, exactly? Why did he let go of the flimsy excuse of simply wanting to be his daughter’s matchmaker? What’s he talking about when he involves you in a possible blowback? What’s going on?

“Anytime now, princess.”

Sae’s hushed voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you scramble to gather yourself. “Yes, I do.”

For some reason, Sae’s hands are now around yours, and the glimmer of the diamond on your ring finger reminds you of the gravity of what you’re doing. You’re getting married—to someone you barely know, for a reason you’re somehow not privy to. You’re signing away your life to be with someone who made it clear he’s definitely not interested, who views you as a chore before he bothers to get to know you.

It all terrifies you, if only because this was not what you ever envisioned for yourself. In the audience, you see Reo’s vibrant purple eyes looking at you, a confident smile on his face, nodding as though telling you that you’ve got this. In some ways, it’s reassuring, because once upon a time, you’d thought of Reo as your Prince Charming.

In front of you—not completely oblivious to your subtle actions: trembling fingers, eyes flicking over to that purple-haired boy in the front row, your shallow breathing—Sae puts a gentle hand on your cheek, slowly guiding you to look straight at him. For his part, he has to at least make this believable, to make his parents believe that he’ll follow through with this for years and years so that they’ll never have to bother Rin. Unfortunately for you, you’re his ticket to that end. Like it or not, both of you are in this together.

“Try to look like you’re happy, at least,” Sae breathes against your lips, a soft curve on his lips just for show, as he slowly presses his lips against your own, a satisfaction washing over him as he feels you kiss him back.

Great, step one is done. Now, for the rest of the wedding.

It’s a tough sell. During the reception, you’re acutely aware of how awkward you and Sae are around each other. He tries, occasionally tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, or offering to feed you food. It’s only because there’s a lot of eyes on both of you.

His hand on your back feels foreign, and forced, and you can’t help feeling sad that he’s not someone who cares for you. The only thing tiding you through is that it’s not necessarily that way for you too.

“You’re a horrible actress,” he whispers, low so only you can hear. He’s right, too. You really do suck at this. “If you don’t at least look happy, we’re both in trouble.”

As if you need a reminder. In some ways, his attitude is similar to your father’s, and not in a good way. It only serves to make his touch more alien.

“Hey, look who’s here,” you hear a very boisterous voice approaching.

A quick turn of your head and you can see who you assume to be Sae’s friends, because surely they’re not yours. The one approaching first looks older, dark hair with green tips, behind him another one with blonde hair and wild pink highlights.

“Hello there, beautiful,” the first one says, reaching out to grab your hand and place a kiss on the back of it.

With a click of his tongue, Sae yanks his hand off of you. “Stop playing, Oliver.”

Oliver. That name sounds oddly familiar.

“At least I wasn’t like Mr Embarrassing here who spilled the wine all over one of the bridesmaids.”

Mr Embarrassing cocks a brow, ready to challenge Oliver. But before either of them can say anything more, Sae cuts in.

“These are my friends—”

“I’m Oliver Aiku,” he introduces himself, properly reaching out his hand this time now, waiting for you to take it at your own pace.

You stare at him dumbly for a moment before shaking it. “As in, the law firm?”

“At your service,” Oliver smirks.

Of course one of Sae’s friends is the son of the most influential law firms in the whole of Japan. Right as you’re still collecting yourself, Oliver nudges Mr Embarrassing.

Looking completely disinterested, he sighs. “Ryusei Shidou.”

“As in,” you pause for a while, afraid you might be wrong. “As in… the governor Shidou?”

Annoyed, Shidou nods anyway, and Oliver begins to tell you to excuse him because he’s in a shitty mood but you’re not really hearing any of that.

Holy crap. So that must be the infamous son of the governor, the one he keeps carefully hidden away from prying eyes. Given how he’s behaving, and how he looks completely unlike a… typical person here, you’re not that surprised. That’s probably just how tradition is, in their family. Much like how you and the Itoshis have their own as well.

The rest of the celebration goes uneasily, your anxiety forever creeping up your spine, threatening to unravel itself and have you running off to Reo for some sense of familiarity—but that won’t look well: new bride choosing to spend the entire celebration with her best friend instead of her new husband? That’ll just bode a scandal for all three of you, and with this many influential people in the room, from governors to influencers, that’s the dumbest move you can make.

“Well, you two look absolutely beautiful together!”

After your first dance, the Itoshis approach you, both of them seemingly happy on the surface, but given how Sae absentmindedly tightens his grip around your hand, you’re not so sure you should believe in the superficial. Right, because you of all people should know the complications that come with being children of such parents.

It’s like Sae realises what he’s doing before he drops your hand, acting like nothing happened at all.

“Sae. What did we discuss?” The way his father calls his name is absolutely sinister. If you didn’t know any better, you swear they feel like absolute strangers.

Fortunately for you, some other guests come by and steal their attention, both of them relegating to one of the other tables. Beside you, Sae’s jaw is clenched—he’s lost any interest in faking anything for now.

Still, you suppose, if you’re going to get along with him, you probably have to try to reach out… right? Steeling your resolve, you place your hand over his, squeezing it a little, “what was that—”

Without even letting you finish, Sae yanks his hand away, and for the first time today, you’re seeing some genuine emotion behind his eyes.

And they’re not kind. They’re pretty, but they’re ice cold—the veins on his temple are prominent now, and he really doesn’t care if anyone sees.

“You’re my wife, only on paper,” he hisses through his teeth, still cautious in keeping his voice down. His frustration doesn’t know its boundaries, choosing to take this anger out on you. “Stop trying to poke your nose into my fucking business, we’re strangers, and that’s all we’ll ever be. Drop the act, I’m done for today.”

Just like that, he storms off, which doesn’t quite particularly cause a ruse because for a wedding held for the both of you, there’s not a lot of people here that actually care for either of you. It’s as though this wedding is just a pathetic excuse for a larger-scale networking session.

Feeling even more pathetic yourself, you make sure nobody’s looking before you slip away, retreating to the rooftop garden—you need some fresh air after being so uprightly rejected by your on-paper husband.

Back in the dressing room, Sae locks the door behind him, knowing full well you didn’t deserve to be on the other end of his temper but not being able to bring himself to just apologise. Just as well, he figures. From the looks of it, you seemed pretty hopeful for the bare minimum being a good relationship but Sae can’t see it.

He catches his reflection in the mirror, barely recognising himself. A year ago, getting married wasn’t even in his radar. He’d thought of it before, sure, but would never have guessed in his wildest dreams that he’d get married to you of all people.

There’s always an agenda for why his parents force these things on their children. If he was a shittier brother, he’d have let them drag Rin back for all he cared. But maybe it’s the way he can’t bear for them to ruin yet another dream that he so easily gave in. Or maybe he thought that this idea wouldn’t be so bad in the first place, maybe it’ll give him the chance to want to move past certain things.

Evidently, it’s not working well.

You’re pretty, and that’s something he didn’t lie about. You really are, but that’s all he can say. He can’t say he sees anything, any hope, any reason for him to want this to work out.

Sae sits down on one corner of the bed, pulling his phone out. He scoffs upon realising he doesn’t even have your number. What kind of fucked up marriage is this? Nothing was handled for either of you, so it’s safe to say that the only thing either set of parents cared about was that this went through.

As he looks through his phone, contemplating whether to ask Oliver or Shidou to think of an excuse to let him bail from the celebrations before it ends, a text comes in, and this time, all the anger and disappointment disappears, all that’s left is the warm feeling of nostalgia and familiarity.

The contact he hasn’t seen in his notifications for a few years now lights up his phone, and all of a sudden he feels somewhat better. Though, her message itself makes him feel complicated inside.

Sae types a couple of responses, staring at it for a few moments before rephrasing himself and sending it through.

Hours later, after the celebrations are done and both of you are forced to drive back to your new apartment together, you sit in the passenger seat, staring out the window as Sae drives, sitting in complete silence.

As much as you want to save what this marriage could be, you’re not sure where to even start after how he flared up earlier.

Sae keeps his eyes on the road, too enveloped in his own thoughts to bother even turning on the music. His eyes occasionally flick over to your figure. Your fingers are trembling. Are you scared of this all or are you just feeling cold? Either way, he can’t bring himself to care. All he cares about right now is just finding a way out of this stupid farce.

After a fifteen-minute drive, both of you arrive at the apartment building; sleek black walls on the front and twenty-storeys high. Each floor is an apartment in itself, and it doesn’t take a genius to know that only the rich and wealthy stay here. By extension, that means your neighbours are either going to be complete strangers who don’t bother each other, or annoying young kids who host parties and have to be complained against.

Both of you head up to the top floor, neither of you knowing what it’ll look like—it was a gift from both your parents, saying how they picked out the best of the best for their children, and then periodically joking about wanting grandchildren. (You and Sae had completely ignored that part of the conversation.) Sae let you carry your heavy bags on your own, choosing to avoid any sort of eye contact all the way up. He’s just busy on his phone, and you can’t help feeling a little lost.

When you reach the top floor, Sae opens up the door; it’s made of heavy mahogany, slamming right back at you after he strolls in. You take a deep breath, pushing on the door to open and barely making it in, sucking it up because the last thing you want after an entirely shitty day is to have an argument.

Sae doesn’t even stop, just keeps walking, placing his suitcase in what seems to be the master bedroom. Truthfully, you wouldn’t know; this is the first time you’re even seeing the apartment. This entire place is huge, and thanks to this being on the top floor, there’s two floors and a high ceiling. All crisp and clean, walls a bright white, full contrast to the outer walls of the apartment.

Ten seconds later, Sae comes back out, finally making eye contact as he looks at you like you’re dumb for just standing there. If he does think that, he doesn’t say it out loud.

“There’s another room at the far end down the hall, you can use that one,” he tells you, matter-of-factly, as though you wouldn’t retort. (You don’t, but it’s annoying that he takes it as a given.) “And there’s only one key, but I’ll make a copy tomorrow and pass it to you.”

How romantic. The first night of your new life together and he’s relegated you to the far end of the house to sleep alone. You’re sure it wouldn’t be past him to enforce a rule of minimum contact at this point.

“Yeah, sure.”

You’re trying not to make a big deal out of this, because what would it even amount to? It’s not like you can get out of this, or else what’ll that do? Just impact your sister. But still, it completely sucks that your husband isn’t someone you love, isn’t someone who even wants to give it a shot, isn’t someone who’s willing to make himself bearable to live with.

An exhausted sigh leaves Sae’s lips as he tosses the keys onto a tray placed carefully atop the kitchen island. “I don’t think I need to remind you, but I didn’t want this and I think neither do you,” he says, his eyebags more apparent now that some of his makeup has caked off. “So I’ll keep out of your way if you keep out of mine.”

Spoken as if he truly hates your guts.

The wariness from everything that happened earlier—the wedding, the entertaining, the scepticism, your unwilling husband. What’s supposed to be a typically happy occasion has drained the complete life out of you, though it deigns to strip your hope entirely. Some nauseatingly optimistic cell in your brain is telling you that you still have to try, that it takes longer for some people to warm up to you, that if you give up then this might really just be it for the rest of your life.

So you nod your head and force a smile, even when Sae doesn’t return it, even when you know he won’t. “Mhm, okay,” you say, obediently, even though Sae just looks on at you emotionlessly, the only sliver of human that you see in him being the slight furrow of his brows. When he turns to walk back to his room, you call a goodnight! to him. All it gets you is a grunt of acknowledgement before he slams the door once he’s in.

Trudging your bags behind you, you dump them on the floor of your bedroom. The walls are pearly white, and the dresser is huge, a top-to-bottom mirror rests on the wall next to the closet. There’s even a bathroom inside, too, though you’d bet it’s smaller than the one Sae’s room has.

It’s all very nice. Expensive, like the suite of a five-star hotel, and decorated lavishly.

But that’s all this is.

Nice. On the surface. It’s nice only to the eyes. Yet it can’t shake the foreboding feeling inside you that nags at you, warning you that Sae is just going to get even worse as you go.

Right as you’re about to spiral into a descent, you get a text from Reo.

You smile at his offer. Maybe if this was a few years ago. Maybe if both of you had acted on it when you knew the feelings were there. It’s been too long since then, everything that could’ve been is not—but what is doesn’t seem to have any hope of working out.

Sighing to yourself, you make a mental reminder in your head to keep trying tomorrow. After all, you’re probably the only hope this sham of a marriage has at making it.

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“Fucking Lost”

—“Let's get lost together, if we're bound to.”

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• Genre : Fluffy Smut, a little bit of angst, 18+ [NSFW]

• Trope : College AU? They're about to finish college though, friends to lovers I guess? Forced proximity? Not really.

• Starring : Non-idol!Hyuka × Obsessed!Reader

• Note : The characters in the following fiction are 18+ and everything happening around & to them is entirely consensual. Written in multiple perspectives.

→ Reader is described with pronouns like She/Her.

• Disclaimer : This is all PURE FICTION. I do not implicate any kind of reflection of the happenings/character morals etc in here to the idols' real life characters, morals etc.

→ The following content contains Mature themes and Strong languages. The content could be upsetting to some readers as well. MUST read the Warnings & Disclaimer before scrolling dow further. Reader discretion is advised.

• Word Count : 9.1k+

• Plot Warnings : INACCURATE DESCRIPTIONS OF FOREST AND STUFF RELATED TO IT, Obsessed!Possessive!Reader, Subtly-Obsessed!Kai as well? He doesn't admit his feeling at the beginning. Reader doesn't let any girl date Kai, Kai rejects a date reader arranges, Unspoken feelings, They are TRAPPED IN A FOREST, A little amount of arguments, They both argue and shut each other up as they kiss each other, A little jealous Kai, reader calls Kai an idiot in concern and anger and Kai calls her stupid, that's all I guess? They are saved by their friends group in the end.

• Smut Warnings : [MDNI] Consensual Sex, a little of Lovey-dovey Sex, Soft-Dominant!Kai, Submissive!Reader, Unprotected Sex (do not commit this, do use protections!), Pet names (Pretty, good girl, Love, Little Nugget, Cockslut, little miss slut) Confessions while sex (sort of but Kai shuts her up), Sex on huge rock (reader is rested on it), Dirty talking + fluttering compliments, nipple play, make outs, Multiple orgasms, Various positions, Slight dumbification and degradation if we squint, Loud sex as well and etc. Lemme know if I should add more.

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READER'S PERSPECTIVE :

Kai Kamal Huening. Or Huening Kai which he refers himself as. The love of my life. I've realized it two years ago. Boys? They're a waste of time. Or that's what I thought. Until he came along.

And now it's the last year. I might get separated from him forever.

It has all started when I was transferred to this college & I am studying with him. Two years ago, I stepped into this place that has so awaken the lover in me. I just love him. I mean he'd be soo good as my boyfriend. My lover. Please. I want him. Badly.

I swoon over him. I thrive off of his presence. I crave his attention. I yearn for his love. Be it friendship. I wanna be his friend. But not the friend-zoned friend. His friend who's a perfect girlfriend material for him.

It's crazy I've gotten into his notice. I mean, what the fuck? It's like every girl in the campus wants him. And... I'm not guilty or anything... but I feel bad since I might have pissed him off and hurt him.. as I didn't let any girl come and confess to him.

In simple words, to every girl who tried to confess and propose him, I directly tricked her into not going to him or something. I just threatened only those who were stubborn and dared to not back down.

Well... that kind of noted me for the things I haven't committed. For the love of God, I just told those gossiping bitches that I wouldn't let them live in peace.

Whole college girls at a point didn't approach him because I existed.

It was like this, until he finally decided to talk to me. Well, he didn't talk to me exactly, he kind of warned me to not meddle into his life, in the middle of hallway. Uh, I simply nodded along making it unclear. Unknown at what I agreed to.

To my surprise, after that newbies and some other girls did confess and tried to date him. And he rejected them. Not that I have ever complained but why didn't he let me do that? So he wanted to show me that I don't have to fear about girls nearing him? I didn't know nor do I.

That have had arised a fear in me that if I were to ever confess to him, he might reject me. For which, I have never tried so. He is so unapproachable. I tried to get him into a date with me. Well, it was a rejection in the end anyway. So, I know for sure that he won't be mine and I still want to be his. I have started to admire my love from afar since then.

Oh right, I never introduced myself. I am ＿＿＿. I'm the senior student in the Noulli's University Of Science And Arts. I'm a biology major, wanna be an expert with plants. Right, after my family and Kai, plants are the things I live for. My obsession ranges from identifying a random grass plant outside to build a lots of fucking tree houses to live forever, where there are all plants and their related books. I've one tree house though.

And Kai, wait- AH! I forgot. We are trapped in the forest. Actually, I somehow managed to befriend this unapproachable, only-cold-to-me, reserved guy. I have befriended Choi Soobin, and he had me befriending everyone else : Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu, Kang Taehyun and... him.

So.. they invited me to their picnic. Actually, Taehyun wanted to go to remote area. For which we had planned everything, to not to get lost in this area as well but screw my obsession with plants. I was told to get firewood and I went along the forest.

I saw those flying amanitas! Those red white-spotted mushrooms I always see in those cartoons and all, I saw them and started following those mushrooms. And I lost my way back. I have no idea where I am. And this idiot, the love of my life have come to me.

—END OF READER'S PERSPECTIVE—

KAI'S PERSPECTIVE:

I have no idea where I can start the whole thing that I've been experiencing since two years and it has become no to avail for coming to an end. It was all fine.

I knew myself very well and had my life planned out . Actually I wanna be with myself and my dear ones. I'm just pursuing my dream of being journalist. Or that's what I thought, until she came along.

Well. Everything becomes upside down when it's her. I just don't know. I have no idea who she actually is. She is so overprotective over me. No. It's not overprotective. She is completely possessive. I'm a being. I'm not a thing/person to be objectified. Though she didn't objectify me.

She has no rights to intervene in my love life. I know she loves me. But I don't. That's enough of a reason. I have many reasons not to reciprocate her feelings back.

She meddled into my life. She didn't approach me directly. She never once talked to me. But she influenced my life without having any encounter with me. And I didn't even create some subtle vibration in her life tracks till now. She made me the most unapproachable guy. Not that I care about any rumors, it somehow did trouble me.

She saved me from those infectious girls in the college. I do appreciate that but who was she to me? No one. I mean, she could atleast have some alliance or some kind of agreement with me. Something with me.

And she didn't. I let it be as it is was. Until she piqued the interest of my friend, Soobin. Boom! he got her into our friends group. She even immediately befriended everyone! But I just don't know... what I should do....

Hence, I didn't let down my walls. But who has me searching for them in the middle of woods, at dusk?

＿＿＿＿. Her.

Fuck you Taehyun! Who has asked you to choose a damn restricted and remote area. It's a forest. There might be wildlife here.

"Go. SeArCh FoR hEr. YOU dOn'T wAnT hEr ReMnAnT bOnEs. FrEsH mEaT. ReAdY tO bE EATEN." (Note the sarcasm of Kai in here)

And I even agreed to this. Why? Couldn't Taehyun, Soobin, Yeonjun or Beomgyu give me company?

"It Is FuCkInG dAyLiGhT. GeT hEr, ChIcKeN!"

She was sent for firewood and she is lost in woods. God knows where she is and I can't seem to find her.

"＿＿＿＿! ＿＿＿＿! CAN YOU HEAR ME?!"

I screamed. I started going to the place where there were these mushrooms, weird plants and literally that scenery of forest we look at, in the internet.

The forest seemed weird. There were no longer the Jusses, silver maples, birches, cedars, eucalyptuses etc. There were so many strange plants. Creepers, cuscutas, huge banyans etc. Don't ask me why I know plants now. I just couldn't ignore this garrulous annoyance of human being, who had always talked about plants to the guys explaining every damn species and I couldn't ignore her.

Is this the same world I see in those movies? Am I really with humans? Where are dinosaurs?

Dear dinosaurs, I have your plushies. I'm your fan. But not a fan of you eating me– These intrusive thoughts, stop please. But what about wildlife? A lion or tiger completing my flesh and breaking my bones to eat my bone marrow?

FUCKING INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS- SHUT THE FUCK UP!

I was walking and walking. I couldn't find any signs of her. I kept yelling her name, at this point I have known that I'm lost, lost in woods. I am lost, searching for her... who is lost herself.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I SCREAM! some of the birds from trees fly out. I'm lost... I'm fucking lost! I'M SO LOST!

KAI.. Calm yourself. You either search for ＿＿＿, and get together with her. Or just rot here.

So I follow my own command, I keep on yelling her name. Walking towards where these weird trees transcend. At my constant yelling of her name in the woods, after a while, I hear some voice... it is hers. "KAI! I CAN HEAR YOU!"

"＿＿＿＿! HERE! FOLLOW MY VOICE!"

And I keep yelling to get her appearing into my sight.... My legs subconsciously start pacing in a velocity that's more than the a normal one... I AM RUNNING TOWARDS HER!

Looking at me running at obviously no reason, she increases her pace and runs to me, She collides her body with, burying her face into my neck and embracing me. I tighten our collision and hug her tight.. my arms naturally wrap around hee torso and I push her into myself. It's so comforting and reassuring...

But why? Why does hugging her makes me feel full? And I don't wanna lose this!

I feel although I'm lost in a forest, I have her and I've no need to worry.. This is exactly what I don't intend to feel and yet.. She is propelling me to feel all of this..

What are you doing to me, Little Nugget?

—END OF KAI'S PERSPECTIVE—

READER'S PERSPECTIVE :

This idiot, his voice shrilled through the whole woods... I am right, they're searching for me... it's been like an hour or two, I've been walking. My tired pace of walking halts when I hear an unclear nasal voice, that almost seemed like Kai's.

As I follow that voice, it becomes clearer than before confirming IT IS KAI SEARCHING FOR ME! My eyes immediately wrinkle into happiness curves and my heaving increases as I run towards that voice. Yes, I want him in my arms. I felt too lonely without him. Don't care if he shoves me away, I'm going to hug him tight. So tight that he can not escape my hold..

I too scream at him, allowing him to have a sense of direction as he comes to locate me; my voice is completely desperate. His physique comes into my sight and my happiness peaks through the limits, increasing my speed... I run to him, clashing into his body and hugging him tight!

It was all me until I feel a pair of large arms encircling around my torso that is glued to his... am I dreaming? KAI HUGGED ME! UGH I'M MALFUNCTIONING!!

No way I'm leaving him now, I'm going to Hug him tighter! And just like that, I stop tip toeing and relax myself in his embrace, this feels good... I'm completely in his arms and that makes me feel so loved... though he doesn't love me....

Kai you're my once in a lifetime dream come true! His heartbeat is fastening I can hear it! And so is mine. He makes my heart beat again, just like how he always does with his presence... now I might start to like the fact that I'm lost in woods. Lost In Woods with him...

Oh okay, I might make him uncomfortable if I just hold him tighter and longer so... I retrieve myself from hugging him... he looks a little breathless...

"Kai, breath for a while? You're breathless," I advise him earning a scoff from him. I question him with raising my eyebrows, what did I do to earn that scoff? "As if you aren't breathless yourself panting like that," He remarks at me. Ah, I did run to him and am panting now.. I literally suck at sports. I am panting as I hugged him and overjoy made my panting audible to him lol.

—END OF READER'S PERSPECTIVE—

"Thank God, you're not eaten away..." He mutters into her ear, sighing in relief.

"Thank God you're alive as you searched for me," She smiles in reassurance, "But you shouldn't have come for me."

"What do you mean by that, ＿＿＿＿?"

"You shouldn't have been... that's it," That's all she manages to say as she still is lost in the feeling of his embrace to which his subtle soaring happiness dropped down..

Does she not want him to be with her? That thought starts plaguing Kai's mind. He feels a little pang at her words to which he, gets onto his guard again. He turns nonchalant and she does notice this change in his little demeanor.

Kai reminds, "We're Fucking lost...." She feels guilty that she pulled him into this mess and god knows if others are searching for her.. "I know... I'm sorry," She confesses, "I shouldn't have followed those magical plants."

"I know that and what matters now is........ you're safe."

"But Kai, Others are searching for me too and this forest... God know what animals dwell in here! I can't imagine where else they are and what they encountering with!"

"No one else is searching, it's just me to your rescue."

"YOU IDIOT! HOW COULD YOU SEARCH FOR ME ALONE? DO YOU NOT HAVE A LITTLE OUNCE OF SELF CONCERN THAT YOU MIGHT BE IN TROUBLE FOR ME? WHO KNOWS IF YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE FOUND ME YOU MIGHT HAVE STARVED UNTIL YOU'VE FOUND THE ROAD!!" She yells at him in worry grabbing his collar. "Don't tell me that what we ate in the car is the last thing you ate," Her voice dies down as she can't see her man suffering.

Dumbfounded Kai just mutters a little, "Uhm... I ate a little junk and then guys have asked me to fetch you..."

His answer to her, lights her eyes up & she sighs a low thank God, closing her eyes and looking up as though she really did converse with God.

"I found some wild fruits, they're edible and sour. Not exactly sour or not exactly sweet. They're just edible as the plant is a fruiting plant and I'm still alive so it's not poisonous," She says as she draws out some fruits from her jeans pocket.

"Save them for later," Kai suggests, "if we have to spend the night here, we might eat these."

"Shall we go and fetch some more?" She asks.

"Sure, if they're not enough..."

"Follow me!"

"Okay."

And Kai follows her as she takes him to the tree. Uh-oh. The fruits that were down to her reach are plucked and eaten by her. There are some, which she can reach if she gets help..

"Kai, they're up. We might need to climb the tree."

"I don't know how to. Do you?"

"Me neither."

Kai pauses for a moment. "I've an Idea," He goes to her, who's close to the tree. "What's that Kai?" She asks. He moves closer to her to which she steps aside. Kai rolls his eyes at her sudden action. "Why did you step aside?" He asks her to which she answers, "Maybe cause I was in your way?"

"I need you for that idea," Kai confessed.

"Okay tell me what I can do?"

"Stay still, be composed & balanced."

"Okay."

Kai goes to her. He is standing infront of her. But, he is dangerously close to her. He crouches down and snakes his arms around the down of her buttocks. And he picks her up. She almost pops her eyes out in surprise as he stood inches away from her and crouched down—

He picks her up and she composes herself to not fall. Why did he carry her like that? "What the fuck Kai– what is this for?"

"You can reach the fruits now, get those."

"Oh, O-Okay."

He moves closer to the tree, "I'm already carrying your ass, can't you guide me with some directions? That overwhelmed already?"

"Oh my fucking God! Kai— is that you, my Love? Move a little backwards and left...... Good. I'll throw down the fruits," She plucks the fruits using his help. Him actually teasing her has her in a chokehold. For a person who always loves him and after some rejection she didn't expect this to happen.

At one side it is her racing heart completely overwhelming her as she is just close to him... body to body close! At other side she has to get fruits. She couldn't distinguish between a leaf and a fruit, that's how affected she is.

"Move to the right Kai," She gestures. He moves to his right and while he walks, she loses her balance, shaking vigorously as she is so up onto him. She grips onto his shoulders and lowers head down with a panicked "Ah!"

"Whoa whoa whoa, careful ＿＿＿＿!" Kai chants in panick as well but he halts his movements as she lowers her head down to his ears; her breath whispers into his ears. As he stills, she slowly pulls her head up, looking at Kai... their faces inches away from each other.

Flustered Kai just oscillates his gaze from her lips to her eyes which has her gulping hard. Oh how he can feel her breath onto his face, fanning and unusually hot.

KAI'S PERSPECTIVE :

No no no! This is not fair! My subconscious system did not just made me carry her and now we're close as fuck. She breathes heavily, I can feel that. She is not focusing on plucking fruits, I know that.

And what about me? I'm malfunctioning myself as she places her hands onto my shoulders and how her boobs just rest onto my hair as she leans into my face to grab fruits. This is insane, I never noticed her boobs until now and they're too plushy. "You wanna squish them," the voice inside me announces. "No I don't!" I deny.

I deny knowing damn well, there's a lot more I deny Which I should admit internally as my subconscious suggests.

I could even smell her citrus scent oozing out her clothes and making me dizzy. I like such scents and it wouldn't be too bad to smell her like this? Oh no Kai, just shut the fuck up & walk properly!

But this is insane! She doesn't have any fucking need to lose her balance and breathe near my ears. That's kind of heating me up.... and if she has to pull back, why can't she do it in one go?

She pulls back so slowly and halts as her lips are centimeters apart from mine. My eyes immediately look at her lips which are too tempting. No, I shouldn't. I don't like her at all. Why did I come to her? Why do her words affect in a way they shouldn't?

Her throat bobs down, as though it's something that has her in a chokehold and me? I find myself letting lout a breath that I didn't know I was holding...

This dangerous proximity that she and I now are sharing... it's too tempting to just break it. The feeling of her having like this, so close to me? It's so unnecessarily good that though I want her put her down, my hands just don't seem to move or it's my system forbidding my denials of our tension.

Don't look at me like that... I don't wanna lose my control. It's on thin ice now.

Little Nugget, you drive me fucking insane and I hate that I do like it....

Silence. That's what I hear among us. The wind from the trees around flows, the sound of leaves etc echoes and our breaths too. Her gaze too lingers into my eyes and then travels down. What are you willing to do?

—END OF KAI'S PERSPECTIVE—

She can't handle the heat. She might end up kissing him. "I picked- eno-enough fruits... Let m-me down?"

"Ah, yeah," Kai lets her down. Turning away and fanning himself using hands, he huffs out. She turns away, placing her hands on her chest and whispering, "That's okay, this was just the heat of the moment, you are just flustered that was not an almost-kiss at all..!!"

Little did she miss her man fanning himself at their little tension, she is completely unaware of her effect on him. She gathers her courage and herself.

She grabs all the fruits and fills them in her jeans's pockets. She hands the rest to Kai who fills his pockets with those fruits. Rest of them in his T-shirt's pocket at his chest and in his jackets pockets.

They look like kid buddies who sneak at nights to steal some chocolates but densely caught because they're having pocket full of it.

They look a little awkward but animals don't rate their outfits. And anything for survival so both of them hold back laughter at how funny they look to each other.

She finally calms herself and he does too.

"It's not dark... so shall we walk? Do you atleast remember your way back or are you suffering the same as me?" She asks, earning an agreeing hum from Kai.

"I don't remember, Suffering the same as you with you," Answers Kai, "Yep let's walk till it darkens."

"We just need to find the road," She professes rolling her eyes at him and Kai nods to it.

"Which way shall we go? Shall we decide with rock-paper-scissors?" Kai asks. "Yep, let's decided on its basis," She replies.

Both of them say a "Rock-paper-Scissors" in unison and he lets out an o as he drew the paper and she drew the scissors. "Let's go this way," She points to some direction and Kai nods along to her decision.

They walk with no sense of direction, completely based on whims and praying that they find the road. In order to lighten up the situation, she tries some lines at him.

"Kai, can I call you Mangifera? You make me feral and you're magnificent and you're my mango!" She chirps at him. He grimaces at that and taunts, "No thanks."

"What about Solaminum Tuberosome?" She chirps again.

"What the fuck is that?"

"You're my serious cute potato!"

He scoffs an irrestible laugh at her, sarcastic in the end, remarking at her— "You're sick."

"No I'm not! You just can't handle my lines at you. So you just shrug me off this way."

"You're delusional."

"Uh, not exactly when I can make you mine at any moment."

"In your dreams."

"Are you chlorophyll? Because I'm drawn to you like a plant to sunlight."

He looks at her, stopping his pace. Just a poker face trying to hide his smile.

"Did it work?"

"What?"

"My pick up line."

"I was wondering if God is with you or not, cause you need him bad. You're absolutely sick."

"You meanie, that's called lovesick!"

"All I hear is blah blah blah, are you perhaps some lamb?"

"Fuck you!"

"In your dreams, again."

"Really? What if I actualize it soon Kai?"

"You'll never, until and unless I let you."

She goes close to him and tip toes, looking intensely in his eyes. She lowly says, "What if you will let me?"

"That will forever be a 'what if' it will never be real."

"I wish to change that," She seriously confesses to which Kai also moves closer and says, "You'll always fail."

This is new. Kai never talked this much to her. And she's enjoying this. Also, her heart feels a pang at his harsh words that just reject her. She feels it's better to keep going than bickering as the sun has already set and it's darkening.

"Fine you won!"

"This is exactly why you shouldn't let your friend know that you love him."

"Thanks for the lesson, Monk."

"You're always welcome for preaching, Lady."

READER'S PERSPECTIVE :

He really is a mean idiot. I don't know anymore if I hate him or love him. He knows I love him and he's using it against me. But he has never talked this much to me. That feels good. Though he bickers awful with me.

But once again, we find each other close. Being in this forest is now making me feel like loving it and getting lost forever. Maybe this way he'll come to love me? No stop your weird thoughts ＿＿＿＿! You're making him fall for you, in normal TPO.

We almost kissed. That's insane. Will he.... perhaps let me hold his hands? I'm kind of scared ( a straight lie ). "Kai?" I call him out and he looks at me. "What?"

"I'm scared," I lie, only to see if he is willing to hold hands with me or not. I love him, can't I atleast try to get him? "And...?" He nonchalantly asks.

"Let me hold hands with you?" I shamelessly say it out. "What does that has to do with you being scared?"

"What if I'm pulled away by some monsters? This is becoming scary... the only light here is from the moon."

"Monsters don't exist."

"But I just don't wanna lose you... I'm scared. What if we're both separated by two animals trying to eat us?"

He stops and and grabs my arms. HE ENTAGLES MY ARMS WITH HIS! A WORLD PAUSE! MY MAN ENTAGLED HIS ARMS WITH MINE!

Is it okay if I just rest my head on his shoulder and walk lazily ahead? This feels a crime so good! No, he's my favourite crime to commit. This feels so good, I love it!

—END OF READER'S PERSPECTIVE—

KAI'S PERSPECTIVE :

She's been spamming at me with her weird ass pick up lines that just keep on fluttering my heart. They just are, I've no idea why it's happening. As if her lines at me aren't enough, she asks, "Let me hold hands with you?"

NO! LIKE YESSING— I MEAN NO-ING NO!

"That's something you and your heart can't handle," my subconscious is conscious again. Ugh, stop being as delusional as her subconscious! "No I'm stating facts!"

Again. Shut the fuck up for a while subconscious.

She spouts some random non-sense. And then at last she says, "But I don't wanna lose you... I'm scared. What if we're separated by two animals trying to eat us?"

Animals. Animals! She's right. We haven't come across, doesn't mean we aren't going to come across any. We are! No. I ain't being eaten alone. I've a partner now. I wish to die with her! She's my partner!

No way. Holding hands is like some weak bond. I'll fucking have her arms locked with mine. Just you wait and watch! If we're meant to die and to be eaten, we'll die and be eaten together!

And that's how I entwine my arms with hers. My sudden selfish action gets out some real surprised reaction from her but she slowly relaxes her entwined arm in mine. I'm so cunning, I'm sorry heavens.

And we walk. Walk. Arms interlocked. Her smiling at this and me hiding back mine.

"You like having her around you," My subconscious again. No I don't! It's just I'm forced now. She can't die alone, I will have to be there for her. "Sure whatever helps you sleep at nights, I can't believe I'm your subconscious. "

Get lost! "Sure I will." My subconscious is bickering with me, wow. But.. This feels... good. Having her arms with mine.. is just so... nice.

"Kai....!" She breathes, "Let's rest. We're lost. Completely lost."

"I know," I reply, "There's that huge rock over there," I point towards a rock that catches my eye. She hurries me to walk till there, while she her holds her knees, breathing in and out, as though she had run a marathon. She has been walking for god knows how long, before I have had met her.

She must be tired... it's better if we rest now. And we hurry there. She uses her feet to sweep off the leaves and seats herself down. I take out all the fruits and place them down. Wait– what's that? Is that my phone? MY PHONE?! WHY DID I HAVE NO IDEA ABOUT IT?!

"＿＿＿＿!" I call her out, smiling so happily, "I've my phone!!"

"What??? KAI YOU'RE OUR SAVIOUR! JUST TRY SENDING OUR LOCATION TO BOYS AND GIRLS!"

"Yes Yes, I'm on it. Let me call someone and let them know we're fine."

As I opened my phone, I saw no call notifications. I opened caller app, there's nothing. Why didn't no one call me? That's not what matters Huening! Just call someone. I immediately find my recent call log and call Yeonjun Hyung's. My calls aren't working. There are signals! Oh fuck no towers!! As I call other guys and girls, there's nothing to avail. No signals.

"＿＿＿＿," I call her, my voice literally having zero happiness which she does notice. "Kai, what's wrong?"

"No towers... no signals... this phone is utterly of waste." I confess, falling down at my knees in sheer dissapointment. I'm SO PISSED OFF AT THIS UGH!

She nears me and cups my cheeks. "That's okay," She cajols, "I'll use this fetch some fire wood."

"Don't get lost again," I say as I'm reminded that I can still use this for light.

She gets up and takes my phone. Turning on the flashlight. Wait, I'll go with her. This darkened night... feels awfully alright when I'm with her..

"I'm coming," I get up, "Let's get lost together if we're bound to."

"Haha, so funny Kai." She finds some firewood and hands them to me. I helpfully take them all as she places them in my arms. So we collect a handful of some wood that she said is alright to burn, and we return. To our little Rocky home. "Last thing! I forgot!"

"What's it?"

"That's stone's to lit up some fire and some dry leaves to catch that spark! Atleast a pad/plane like wood so I can make fire."

"Oh fuck, we weren't just collecting firewood without having anything to make some."

"I know right? Let's take both the means."

"Sure."

And she successfully finds the things she mentioned to get. We walk back and seat ourselves. We collected a lot. That's gonna be enough till the dawn.

"Kai, can you check the stones if they make fire when we strike them together? Till then I'll check if I can make fire using the pad like wood and sticks."

"Yep, will be on it," I say.

I take the stones and strike them against each other. Nope, these are a fail. Another two, fail. Mixing the pair trying out, wait– this one feels fiery. I'll try this one with others. So I keep going at it.

And after a few minutes, I succeed! Yes, they do produce sparks! I look over at her.. she's been spinning a stick at the wood for a while getting some smokes. Well, she doesn't have to strain on it anymore!

"Hey, don't strain on it, let's arrange the sticks. The stones do produce sparks!" I cheer her, to which she smiles at me. And stops her strain.

"Good, I'll arrange the sticks."

"I'll help."

"Sure."

—END OF KAI'S PERSPECTIVE—

They help eachother out. They coordinate well together. But he's just too adamant to accept that he likes being around her and admires her.

She arranges the fire sticks into a conical tent, places some dry leaves and strikes the stones onto eachother.

At n attempts, she finally lits up the leaves and makes fire. Overjoyed Kai just cheers some yays and wohoos immediately slaps his palms onto hers; which are already ready for a high-five!

"We won't freeze tonight," Kai exclaims, "All because of you Nugget!" He warms his hands to the fire and so does she. She and he seat themselves on the ground; her laying her back onto the rock.

Wait, what? Did she hear him right? He called her a Nugget! "That's so fucking cute," She exclaims to herself. Did he just call her the nickname he so hidden from her itself? Yes, he did and now watch him divert the topic.

"So, learning Biology...like teaches you how to survive?"

"Uh no, I as a child was fascinated by getting lost in forest and then actually you know to understand about trees, I read books about survival. Later my plant knowledge added to it. Didn't ever expect that it would be used today."

"Makes sense. That's you completely."

"I know right? I just love plants and trees."

"More than anything?"

"Uhm, no."

"What's the first thing you love?"

"My family, the first; the love of my life, the second; my passion for being a plant expert, the third and Myself, the last."

"So who's that love of your life? Don't tell now it's me."

She grimaces at him. "Is he for real now? Fine, I'll play a bit," she thinks.

"Uhm, yeah... I guess it's not you, anymore. There is this guy though, in your group. I wish he was the who found me here–"

Those same words that panged his heart which he denied before are rung in his ears again and he loses his shit at that.

"Oh hell no! I'm not taking this shit no more. You stupid girl, shouldn't you be glad that atleast I found you? Like now you're being picky about who has to find you? Even when we met as we're lost, you said it shouldn't have been me. Why did I risk myself, getting lost in this damn forest... only for you to say, 'iT sHoUlD nOt hAvE bEeN YoU KaI,' or something like, 'i WiSh He WaS tHe OnE wHo fOuNd mE hErE— Like what am I? A chopped liver? Do you know how much you affect me? How upside down my life has turned the moment you stepped into it? No like, without even meeting/talking to me you just flipped my life upside down and even when I'm like cursing the life out of you, you just stare at me! Do I not affect you the same– oh no, you're not coming close to me and then just stare at me–"

Kiss. She kisses him. The man who was just now rambling all his curses at her is shut up now. She shushed him with her lips onto his. She pulls back, "Sorry, kissing you seemed the only way to Shush you." He widens his eyes at the feeling of her lips.

This is reckless. He might hate her. She didn't know what to do. Continuing his argument seemed the only way to make him forget about the kiss.

"And you mister! Wait a damn minute. When I said it shouldn't have been you, I meant that I didn't want you to be the one searching for me. Like what if, WHAT IF, you hadn't found me? What would you be doing now? Waiting to be eaten or rotten? No I'm not picky about it. Hell I'm overjoyed that it's you. And it's not my fucking problem that you ain't affecting me in YOUR point of view. If you had ever given me a chance, I'd literally would have shown you how my greenery filled life became a rainbow because of you! You even said no to my date and never talked to me fully. Hell I felt like we were just some damn name-sake friends because you're fucking reserved. All the times I tried to talk you ignored me. I did everything I could to get you to me but all I could manage to get was not you but your reserved and distant treatment! And you want me to say what? I love you? Knowing damn well that you fucking terrify me of the rejection? I can't imagine being rejected by you! And that guy I just mentioned is you, you prick! Now tell me what do I—"

Kiss. He kisses her NOW to shut her up. Chill out Kai, she's just trying to distract you by continuing the argument. The woman is awestruck at this. As soon as he pulls back, she stays still.

"Kai?" She calls him looking at him in astonishment, "Did you kiss me just now?"

"Didn't you just kiss me few moments ago?" He says, rubbing his lips in mischief.

"I'm dreaming. This isn't real at all. You didn't kiss me!"

"What if," He catches her attention to his words, "I say... that this time you ask me out and I say yes?"

"Shut up, delusional thoughts! This ain't happening, is it?" She face palms herself and breathes these words of her out.

"What if I say I didn't ever intend to reject you?"

"What do you mean," she squeals, "THIS AIN'T REAL!"

"You didn't kiss me, I kissed you. I'm.. I'm- in delusion that you didn't mind me kissing you... now I suddenly hear you say that you didn't intend to reject me! Am I dreaming or what the fuck?" She pinches her cheeks hardly and then winces in pain.

"No! I'm feeling fake pain! This is dream!"

He sighs at her denial state, "If kissing you has gotten you to this state... I wonder what you will do if I fuck you? Do I just remind you again & again by fucking you?"

"Haha NO, cause you're not my Kai. If it is my Kai, I'll say yes!"

"I am your Kai," He kisses her, "I kissed you like this just now.."

He doesn't break the kiss and tops her over. He lays her back onto the rock's support and cups her cheeks as he pulls back, "Shall I?"

She thinks it's better to not let her denial emotions get over and she finally accepts that it is her Kai kissing her now. "Yes Please...!"

He chuckles at her desperate answer and attaches lips onto hers. Inclines his head onto the other side and enters his tongue into hers. She gladly lets him and starts swirling her tongue around his.

She lets out some sweet muffled noises in between the kiss and so does he, because damn... he has no idea why he has taken it this far but oh he's liking it so damn much that now stopping this feels absolutely wrong...

This feels awfully good. Oh how she has dreamed this in countless nights, fantasizing how he would make love to her .. How he would make out with her...

Thus, she strips him off his jacket and throws it away. He slips in his hands and starts exploring her torso. Massaging her plush skin, extracting goosebumps and arches from her.

She pulls back from the smooch and pulls off his T-shirt with him reciprocating the same; laying her bare on her bra and pants. He is left half-naked. She kisses his lips and traverses it down his jaw, planting some carmine love bites.

"Hah... so desperate aren't you?" He moans at her kisses and she replies, "I have waited for this my whole life. Of course, I am!"

"Hmmm... is that it? Then I shall give you what you desire," He pulls her chin up with his one hand and his other is busy unclasping her bra. He unclasps her bra, letting her boobs free.

The same pair of organs that rested on his hair as she plucked fruits and he noticed her boobs... he rubs the pad of his finger at his nipples making them erect... he palms one and starts sucking onto it, stimulating her in the best way possible.

She lets out few gasps and quiet moans... he makes her stand up, stripping her of her pants, he groans at the sight of her panty, erecting a tent in his own. She astoundingly looks at the tent and caresses on it.

She desperately unzips his jeans, and makes him strip himself off of that. Revealing him in boxers which are erecting a huge tent. She looks at him through her lashes and licks her lips as though that were her dessert.

He gets fully soused at her desperate looks and his mouth starts spouting in spontaneous manner as it is natural.

He grunts at the caress, "You want it? You want my cock?" Piercing through her soul as he ogles at her. She is arched on the standing, and her legs are split as he takes one of hers into his arms.

"Yes, I do," She answers lasciviously, "I want it Kai!"

"That's my good girl," Kai whispers, "You know what good girls say to get their things done?"

"Please! Please Kai, Fuck me!"

"That's right," Kai praises in his low, quiet & sexy voice, "That's my smart good girl.."

He rips off her panty and she gets his boxers down, both of them completely naked. As she is split, he aligns his cock at her pooling entrance... She quietly chants, "Fuck fuck fuck, Yes, fuck me Love!"

Her desperation just buoys him up, as he starts sheathing himself in her, moaning at how tight her little cunt is and earns a long moan from her. He stays still for a moment as he didn't prep her and now he just stops his dick from twitching inside her to cum.

He pulls out, as slow as he can, and strikes in her; deep and forceful. The moment he stilled his cock inside her, she feels her legs turning into jelly. How pleasuring and mind wrecking it is that she keeps on gasping in moans though he hasn't started his moment in her... until he has pulled out and fucked it into her hard that has made her whimper loudly.

He moves in and out of her, her soft walls clenching so badly at his cock and her biting her palms to conceal in her moans... He asks, "Nugget.. Yes... squeeze more.. just like that.. and haah... what's that?" He removes her palm from her mouth and observes how she closed her eyes feeling all the pleasure in.

"What am I doing?" He thinks. "Exactly what you're supposed to do. I'm proud of you my body," His subconscious taunts at him to which Kai doesn't deny. "Being with her feels good, Doing stuff with her feels good and fucking her? It's an absolute heaven!" He thinks.

"Show me your face and... Pretty girl.. a good girl don't look away from the man who's fucking her.. come on, look at me as you scream?" Kai tilts her head facing his. She does as she is told; her a complete blushing and moaning mess as she looks at him with most doe eyes. This gesture of her just encourages Kai to go faster.

"Louder my good girl, Scream.. there's no here except us... Scream," He kisses her cheeks and she increases her volume of chanting moans. As he fucks her in such a soft, pleasuring and fast pace, she screams as she is told and squeezes him tighter. He grows louder as penetrating into her becomes more and more ecstatic.

"You love this....don't you? You're so loud ugh... and shameless huh? Haah....you're fucking me though you're Lost mmhm? Tell me would you have done this with others?" He spouts this with venom in his voice to which she shooks her head vigorously in a no. What does make her happy is that he called himself as her partner and she would fuck him if he is it!

"Words little miss slut!" He pinches her nipples. Groping at her breasts, completely harsh. "That's like it Kai!" She yells at him in her mind in sheer pleasure. "I- w-wouldn't! Only you, only you my love!"

He chuckles in between his moans and thrusts, "That's right," he fucks into her, notices how both of them were sweating and the moonlight making her seem so pretty. This full moon night and them going at it like animals in heat. "She is so hot!" He thinks and grunts as he feels himself close to his orgasm.

"K-Kai, I'm s-so close!" She squeals in pleasure. "Wait for me, I'm there too... Haagh!" He moans. His pace goes sloppier as his dick twitches reaching close to release. She couldn't control herself and she creams his cock with the loudest moan that she has ever let out and Kai moans a loud-long fuck and empties his load in her.

Both of them throw heads back and pant. Kai looks at her and says, "Let's go for another round!"

"Yes please! It's not enough!" He chuckles at her answer and grabs her another leg, pulling her in air and putting her onto the rock. Her both legs in his both arms, her back glued to the stone and her cunt dripping with the cum that Kai has had filled her up with.

His relaxed dick perks up again as she is completely spread out, her whole vulva in full display to Kai's eyes. "Oh fuck... you're so sexy, pretty."

"As if you aren't some angel yourself, Kai... waste no time, come on fuck me hard!"

"Okay, as you say Little Nugget," He pummels his cock into her. She clenches hard onto it. He grunts and goes unbelievably hard and fast into her, extracting sonorous coarse screams of pleasure from her.

How adept and good he is fucking that she squeezes his cock so tight, extracting so many groans, grunts, moans and filthy curses from her.

"Stop doing that... stop clenching l-like that... ugh... I'm losing it... " He moans and she smiles, "Yes Kai! Lose it and fuck me!"

"Aren't I fucking you already? Huh... you dirty little girl- I should fuck you like this often... so you become my cockslut... you would like that wouldn't ya?"

"Aaah yes Kai! I would...Harder!"

He increases his intensity and goes on fucking her. He reaches her so deep in this position, hits her so in the right spots that in this heated rhapsody, she gets lost in pleasure. Her perky boobs swing to his oscillating thrusts making her seem so lewd.

"So so so sexy and lewd, aren't you? That's how you are... fuck I can go on like this forever..."

She unconsciously clenches hard at his dick despite of him asking her not to, at his praises.. He feels the overwhelming bliss while he ruts into her.

She grabs his cheeks and kisses him, whispering a few I love yous to which Kai shushes her up because he wanted her to confess her love to him at the same time as him. He slams his lips onto hers, darting his tongue inside her mouth.. wrestling with hers. She pulls his face over to hers and kisses him deeply. He muffled his moans in the kiss and she smooches his lips as bad as she could.. as if there is no tomorrow.

As they continue to fuck, she finds herself close to her release and pulls back, "I'm close.." She feels all the organs in her stomach twist and turn, notifying her that she's about to cum.

Kai just says, "I'm there... let's cum together," and increases his pace. Reaching to his extremity, as his dick just accumulates it all and is completely convulsing making him become messier with his movements and he finally thrusts his cum-thrust into her... spamming yet again into her.

She cums on his cock again, clenching at it again and again. This was literally the best fuck she and he has ever had in their life. She drips off the cum. He giggles at his work, lets her down and helps her stand as she wobbles.

"Stand like this, I'll fetch our clothes," Kai looks around letting her know, and helps her to get support from the rock, "Damn we threw them so far." And he fetches the clothes. She is completely exhausted and waits for him to return.

He comes back and hands her clothes to wear. They both dress themselves up. "Ugh.. you ripped my panty Kai!" She scolds him.

"Oopsies! I forgot we were in forest."

"Screw you!"

"You already did."

"Of course, didn't I tell you that I would actualize it tonight? I did and you fucked me all on your will, huh!" She flips her hair proudly.

He chuckles and says, "All because of my own reasons and of course you aren't the tiny bit of them."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Kai! Just admit it, you like me be it a tiny bit but you do!"

"I don't know. I don't I guess."

"Whatever."

"We really have to bath soon Kai," She says looking at his messy state and imagining hers. "Let's sleep for now and search for the road tomorrow," Kai suggests her and she nods to it.

"We gotta sleep the other side, there's so much cum here..." Kai points out and she looks at it..She flushes in embarrassment and yells at him, "You did that!"

"Not me, it's you!" Kai talks back and shift the wood and stones to the other side. He arranges the sticks in a tent again and lits them up. She follows him lazily and sits down on the ground.

"Shall we eat these?" Kai asks pointing at the fruits. "Give me and have some," She replies. Kai hands her some fruits and watches her eat. Then eats them as she does, peeling the fruit and eating the insides as he was confused how to eat those.

"Mmm, not sweet or sour... just eat-able..." Kai says eating the fruits.

She peels some and feeds to Kai, "Say aaahhh," He unhesitantly does it and eats the fruits. "This one is a little sweet. That's why I fed you." He blushes at that.

"Let's sleep, shall we?" He asks scooting to the rock and resting his back onto it. She scoots over as well but a little distant from him.

"Stop acting like a gentle woman after fucking me , scoot over to me!" Kai taunts at her and she rolls her eyes. He removes jacket, draws his arms out so she can sneak in his embrace. She does go towards him and places herself between his arm and his torso, resting her head onto his shoulder. He blankets her and himself with his jacket and rests his head onto hers.

She reminisces about all that had happened now and blushes at it. She's happy. All the things he said, before sex... he doesn't intend to reject her now? She is happy as fuck now.

"Kai?" She looks up at him. He hums asking her proceed to say. "Look at me?" She asks him. He does and she kisses him again, snaking her arms around his torso. He kisses her back.

"One chance... is all I need," she murmurs... and he shrugs this off as he asks her to sleep.

"Meanie." She inflates her cheeks and sleeps onto his shoulder. Both of them sleep in the forest in each other's warm embrace.

"I think... she's worth it... " Kai decides.

The fire extinguishes after a while and they're lost in the woods and their dreamlands. They snuggle in closer together as they feel the cold. They sleep and cuddle so sweetly.

After hours, the sun rises... waking up Kai.. He feels his arms are dead as she had been sleeping on it since the night. She turns to other side, hugging his arms. He finds her cute and kisses her forehead. "Nugget.. wake up...it's morning."

She opens her eyes at feeling of his lips on her forehead and chirps a lazy and groggy "Good morning my penguin!"

Surprised Kai just chuckles at that, he moves his dead arm around. "It must be around 6 I guess?" Kai says earning an agreeing hum from her.

She gets up finally, stretching her arms out and yawning. Kai gathers the fruits and gestures her, "Shall we eat these and search for the road?"

"We didn't brush, we reek of sex but we have to keep going ugh... I crave water, bath and some real food as fuck..."

"I know... that's why. Let's eat them real quick and walk!"

"Okie dokie!"

And they eat the fruits in the chilling morning. And start walking. They walk into a whole different direction this time and keep going.

Meanwhile, The other boys and girls decided to search for Kai and her in the roads as Taehyun has a feeling they're struggling for finding the road. If they find the road, they're 70% rescued. Following the road might even get them to some another town. Or they might find each other.

So everyone else kept yelling Kai's and her name hoping they're close to the road and have heard their voice as they moved slowly in cars.

This continues for an hour or two. Kai hears a faint scream, familiar to him echoe from a direction. "This way! Someone's here-" He grabs her and runs along that direction. Miracle that their friends finally reached the surrounding area!

Beomgyu's loud coarse scream gets clearer as she and Kai run together... They start screaming, "WE ARE HERE! WAIT FOR US!"

"We are found ＿＿＿＿!"

"YES WE ARE FOUND KAI! LET'S RUN!"

Running as fast as they could while they screamed to be found... they found the road. She and Kai hug each other and jump in happiness. They run and scream together. The cars that were moving slowly farther away from them halted and someone popped up the roof hole of the car.

Kai and she jump, wave and do what not to get their attention! Beomgyu who peeked at the pair from the roof window immediately guides everyone to drive back. Oh yes! They're found. They're saved.

How relieved she and Kai are that they almost teared up. But stop their crying as the car is theirs! And run towards it. The car halts as they reach them.

The car finally reaches and Yeonjun pops out, grabbing Kai and her in his embrace. Everyone else, her friends and guys come out and just reunite together by embracing one another!

"You guys are alive! We were right to search in the roads!!" Her friends say hugging her tight.

"Taehyun had the feeling and he's right, we found you bro!" Guys hug Kai.

"Omg, give us some water..we're fucking dehydrated," she pants... they hand both of them water bottles which both of them chug completely down finishing the bottles. "Let's just go to some nearby town and stop by, we need to bath.. we stink," She and Kai say to which they nod and finally seat themselves in the car.

Kai sits together with her and grabs her palm in his. He says, "Thank you... for staying strong and being good with plants knowledge that we didn't starve...."

She holds his palm with her both hands and says, "Thanks for being there, looking after me and giving me strength.."

Taehyun who notices this sweet conversation between them remarks, "Holding hands and sitting together? Sweet talks as well huh? We missed a lot!"

She blushes at his statement and chuckles. No one sees it coming but flustered Kai says...

"Can't I hold hands with my girlfriend?"

—THE END.

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attractedtopeoples · 1 month

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Tara Yummy NSFW Headcanons

NSFW Alphabet

Tags/Warnings: mdni, minors do not interact, smutty/suggestive content under the cut, don't like don't read, written with afab!reader in mind

Jake version here, Johnnie version here

A/N: sorry this took forever, i was on a forced hiatus, also if there's any other people you wanna see one of these for lemme know and i will work a lot quicker for those ones i promise :)

Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Tara isn't one to tire easily, however I don't feel like she'd want to go anywhere to far from the bedroom/bed (if that's where you were). Typically I believe she'd prefer to be the one taken care of but in a situation where the roles are reversed I think she'd be quite caring to her partner.

Body Part (their favourite body part of their partner, and their favourite of their own)

She loves your hands, they way they can grab her or hold her, either gentle or rough. She especially loves it when your hands are on her hips or her waist, subconsciously tightening your grip on her when she provokes you to do so.

She is very confident about her chest and her thighs, mainly the latter. This is because she knows how you feel about them, and your admiration fuels her personal confidence especially in the bedroom.

Cum (anything to do with cum)

Loves to taste herself on your tongue, making a mess of your face is always fun for her, and when you make a mess on hers she is sure to look you dead in the eyes as she cleans it up (with her tongue)

Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

loves it when you leave hickeys, whether in the valley between her tits or on her inner thighs, she loves being able to know they're there but no one else can see them.

Experience (how experienced are they?)

Tara is relatively experienced, enough to know what to do and where to do it, and enough to drive you completely mad everytime. although experience doesn't really matter with Tara, seeing as 1- confidence and 2- she's a quick learner.

Favourite Position (goes without saying)

Sitting on your face is one of her favourite positions to be in during sex, your hands on her thighs, preventing her from squirming and pushing her down onto your face with more pressure due to her original hesitancy that always disappears. She loves it all.

Goofy (are they more serious or silly in the moment)

I'd say Tara is more serious in the moment, but if it's a soft moment, when your both cracking jokes or being a little silly she matches the mood easily.

Hair (how well groomed are they?)

It entirely depends upon her mood, sometimes she'll have shaved, others she'll have waxed. Sometimes she just trims it a bit and others she just ignores it. All times she knows you don't mind and she doesn't mind with you either.

Intimacy (are they romantic during sex?)

Tara rarely doubts herself, meaning she finds it hard to not be completely honest in the moment if she knows she's with someone she trusts to care for her and be cared for by her at the same time. This means that the level of romantic feelings will entirely depend upon the partner, and how they choose to act in the moment. Tara tends to adapt to that quite quickly but underneath it all she prefers to have a more intimate moment with her partner rather than a careless one.

Jack Off (masturbation hcs)

Loves masturbating to the sound of your voice, whether it be a voicemail or a call of some sort, or even a voyeur situation, your voice guiding and/or praising her will always help her through finishing.

She doesn't see the need to do it often however, typically having her partner, but when she does she rarely rushes through it.

Kink (1 or more of their kinks)

Voice Kink - loves hearing your voice in her ear, whether your mouth is pressing kisses on her jaw as you whisper words of encouragement to her or if your on the phone with her telling her exactly how much your missing her. She loves it.

Pegging - she loves it when she can wrap her legs around your hips, enjoying the feeling of your hands on her hips as you fuck her however she needs, and having your larger frame over her is something she adores.

Marking/Hickeys - she might not love them to be really obvious but she loves having them nonetheless, the feeling of the memory on her skin playing a constant reminder of you in her head. lovely.

Location (preference of place during)

Depends on the mood, if you're at home, then it tends to be the bedroom, but if you're at an even together and you can get away for a moment to the bathroom where one of you can slip under the others dress- then she'd gladly take the opportunity.

Motivation (what turns them on)

Your voice mostly, and your hands. As discussed above, she loves your voice and she loves your hands, so if your arms are wrapped around her from behind, fingers lightly pressing against her lower stomach as you press chaste kisses to her neck as you talk to her, well it's up to her how the night goes from there.

No (what turns them off)

Any time when it gets to be too rough/too much, throwing/manhandling one another = no, biting to bleeding = no, any overly sadistic/masochistic act = no. I don't think she's a big fan of knife play or blood play for sure, and any heavy duty bondage is off the table (chains, rough ropes, metal handcuffs, or spreader bars)

Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

has no preference, love to give and loves to receive, and she's naturally quite skilled at giving (to a f!partner, due to similar anatomy ofc) but in the case of a amab!partner i believe she'd prefer to receive (this is a bit projective because I don't like suckin dck, but wtv)

Pace (self explanatory)

(again) very much a mood thing, as i've said she tends to adapt with however she feels in the moment, but she isn't one to rush intimacy if they have the time to be patient.

Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

She prefers to have a longer, typically more private, moment with her partner. This aside she isn't against them, simply prefers a more private moment.

Risk (do they experiment? do they take risks? etc)

Will experiment if her partner experiments- again is a rather adaptable partner- and isn't a huge risk taker, but is willing to step out of her comfort zone when she's with someone she trusts and feels safe with.

Stamina (how long do they typically last?)

Tara doesn't tire easily, but isn't a superhuman either, 2 (maybe 3) rounds will be enough to satiate her on a calm-ish night, but again is willing to push if it's someone she trusts, or if she's particularly pent up.

Toys (do they own/use them?)

She owns them, not a huge amount, but she does. She uses them sometimes, never as a 'I will never not use them' situation, but she isn't adverse to using them both by herself and with her partner.

Unfair (do they tease?)

She teases in the sense that she easily can make her partner worked up, and she knows how to use her hold over her partner (whether by looks (clothes and the not-wearing of clothes) or words and promises).

Volume (how loud are they?)

Depends on the type of moment that she and her partner are in, when it's a soft/lazy/comfortable moment, then she isn't all that loud, maybe whispering in your ear or whimperin against your skin. In other moments this can obviously change, and adapt to whatever pace/location that's going on.

Wild Card (a random headcanon)

She may love it when you appear a bit bigger than her, whether you're towering over her or simply existing taller/bigger than her, but when you're sat on your knees in front of her and your hands are on her thighs- well she can definitely appreciate that as well.

X-Ray (what's going on under the clothes)

Tara has an hourglass/pear shaped figure, and is completely and utterly stunning.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Relatively moderate, isn't weirdly addicted or dependent on sex (obviously), but wouldn't opt to live life completely celibate.

A very average (if anything, slightly larger than average) sex drive

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

If the two of you are cuddling and purposefully preparing for sleep afterwards, she can sleep pretty easily. If you two have other things to do, or simply want to stay up together and shower or watch TV, she's entirely capable of doing so for a few hours.

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kysonwrites · 10 months

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↳ summary: reader is having a very bad day, and has a panic attack. matt and madi are there for her though.

↳ warnings: mentions of anxiety, and crying. let me know if i missed any! :)

↳ author's note: by the way if anyone is struggling with mental health, please do not be scared to reach out, and talk to me. i love you all, and only want the best for you guys.

↳ disclaimer: reader is female, she/her pronouns used!

you were an influencer as well, thriving with six million subscribers on youtube, and a couple million on all other platforms. you started posting content around two years ago, and people grew extremely quickly to like you. then when you started dating matt sturniolo five months ago, and things went slightly downhill. you would get hate for dating him, he would get hate for dating you. the hate consisted of,

"why her?"

"she's so gross, omg..."

or.

"she could do much better then him."

"please he's so pathetic."

now you did a very good job on blocking the haters out, because you have many many more supporters and fans, then people who went out of their way to try to fuck up your ego. except for today, you had a twin sister, and she was your rock. your everything, she knew how to lighten your day better then anyone else could. she knew, and could feel when your anxiety was getting bad. only she was on a trip, to travel to get her new puppy, that you two would be sharing. you didn't tag along with her because you had videos to film and stuff to do.

something didn't feel right, your mind was filled with thoughts. you couldn't get them out of your head, you played with your fingers as you sat on the triplet's living room couch in la. while nick had his arm around you, talking to chris. you knew you were very attractive, everyone told you all the time. it wasn't your looks that bothered you, hell nothing bothered you. it was just one of those days, that nothing was the cause of making you upset, you just were upset.

"hey, you okay?" matt asked, emerging from the bathroom. he saw your zoned out state.

"yeah, no i'm good. just have to use the restroom." you rambled, before getting up, feeling nick's arm fall from you, and closing the bathroom door behind you. he knew something was up, but wanted to wait until you came out of the bathroom to talk to you about it.

you hadn't had a panic attack in years, you've became so much more healthier, and happier. you had nothing in your life to panic about anymore, but for the thousandth time that day, you felt strange. then you felt the tear fall from your eye, and you sat on the closed toilet seat.

"fuck." you whispered, as you felt your breathing pick up and your tears became to rush from your eyes quicker.

"y/n?" matt asked, you heard him knock.

"yeah?" you tried to sound calm, but it came out squeaky, and rushed.

"you okay? lemme in." he asked the first half, and demanded the other.

"i just,- okay." you tried to lie, but knew he already caught on and you stood up to open the door. as soon as you saw him, you held your chest struggling to breath.

"hey, hey." matt consoled you, as he lowered you to the floor with him. he held you in his arms, as you cried. "what happened, y/n/n?" he asked, not really expecting an answer, he just said it so you remembered he was there.

"i-" you tried to speak, but just clung to him tighter. if you could breath any harder, you did.

madi was your best friend, and she walked by the door looking for you. she gasped as she saw the state you were in, and she quickly moved to the kitchen to get you water.

"breath with me, okay?" he asked, guiding your hand gently to his chest to feel his breathing. "in and out, okay baby?" he saw your eyes, filled with tears. his heart broke, hes never seen you cry before. and it hurt him to see you like this, he hated it. "please don't cry, y/n/n." he said quietly, as your breathing began to slow down.

madi came back with water, and handed it to matt, to give to you. you took the water and sipped it, but when you saw madi's socks. you reached up for her hand, and she sat down next to you. she began to rub your back, smiling softly at you.

"better now?" madi said, nodding her head at you, waiting for an answer.

"yeah, thank you guys." you spoke, while standing up. matt helped you.

"wanna talk about it?" matt said, leading you to his room with madi following.

"sure, madi c'mon." she stopped at matts door frame, as if she didn't know if she was wanted. she stepped into matts room, and she shut the door behind her. you sat on the bed, and matt sat next to you, madi sat down on the other side of you. they looked at you, waiting for you to speak with such kind eyes. "i feel like i was just having an off day, y'know? nothing really made me sad, or panicked. i just felt like it." you explained, looking down kicking your feet while looking at them.

"i know, whenever you feel like that, just make sure you tell us next time." matt said, looking down at you with gentle eyes.

"never feel scared to talk to us, your my best friend. i love you." madi said, bringing you in for a hug.

"i love you guys both, so much." while madi was hugging you, you wrapped one arm around her, and opened the other for matt. he hugged you, and planted a kiss on your temple.

what would you do without them?

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x you #matt sturniolo x reader #angst #fluff #comfort #madi filipowicz

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Succubus | nakakita yuma x reader 🛌

{ if uncomfortable with yuma smut, plz dni!! 🫧 }

surprise fic !!

synopsis : yuma came home late from practice ( and the gym.. ) to see you peacefully sleeping on his bed, and in his sweater, the idea of him fucking you while you sleep eventually pulls him in completely.

warnings : dom!yuma, somno, slight degrading, fingering, slight overstimulation, reader is blabbing half of the time, petnames, yuma has a senpai kink, reader is called “kitty” most of the time.

“wait ‘til you fall asleep.”

yuma walked into his bedroom after he showered, seeing you sound asleep on his bed. he smiled a bit, his snaggletooth resting on his lip before he closed his door and locked it. (perks of having his own room.) he dried his hair and threw his towel to the side before he stood near his bed, admiring how pretty you looked sleeping, his eyes darkening as they traveled down to your legs, you were wearing his sweater to help you sleep, how cute, you must’ve missed him so much. he bit on his lip as he saw how his sweater had gone up to your stomach, your thighs exposed to him, what shocked him was that you weren’t wearing any shorts or sweats. you’re usually always covered up, but tonight you wanted yuma to do anything he wanted to you, but he was a little oblivious to that, or so he thought.

his hands had moved to your thighs on their own as he spread your legs apart, his fingers slowly making their way to your underwear as he pushed them to the side before pushing two digits into you, watching your expression as he pumped them in and out of your pussy slowly, his other hand moving up inside the sweater to squeeze and fondle on your boobs as his fingers did wonders on you. you squirmed around a bit which startled him a bit but didn’t stop him from pumping his fingers quicker, he smirked as he heard you moan quietly.

“then i’m gonna take everything that i need.”

he chuckled to himself as he felt you clench around his fingers, his thumb found itself on your clit before he rubbed on it harshly, causing you to jolt a bit. “y-yuma..” you mewled out in your sleep as your hips squirmed around, yuma held your hips down with his free hand as he continued to pump his fingers into you at a quick pace. you clenched more around his fingers, he took notice on this that you’re about to cum. he chuckled again before he sped up his fingers.

“this rhythm very late at night, wants to feed on you.”

“go on, baby, you can cum, i know you wanna.” yuma said in a smug tone as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you quickly yet harshly, you whined and squirmed as you slept, you felt yourself release from the long awaited need to cum, coating yuma’s fingers in your cum and juices, he smirked before pulling them out, bringing it to his lips before he sucked the substance off his fingers, humming in content before he slipped out of his sweats, pulling out his cock before aligning himself to your pussy, he took a deep breath before pushing his cock into you, it took everything in his soul and body to not let out a moan, he didn’t want to wake you up.

“lemme suck your soul, baby we play the role.”

he waited a bit before he started to thrust himself in you at a slow pace, his hands grabbing your hips and gripping onto them tightly. you squirmed under his cold touch and moved your hips, small moans leaving your lips as his hips sped up, a content sigh leaving his lips as his head tilted back, the feeling of your walls around his cock, engulfing it so well drives him insane. he couldn’t help but started snapping his hips against yours, biting and kissing your neck, you woke up slowly as you moaned, your hand finding its way to his hair to run through. you let out incoherent sentences, unable to think. “aw, dumb kitty can’t even speak already? how cute.” yuma said with a scoff as his hips continued to snap against you as you only blabbed and moaned.

“begging in your good dreams, beware of how i make you feel.”

yuma pulled you closer to him as his cock buried deeper into you, no surprise with how strong he has gotten, especially with how much more he’d been working out. he moaned quietly as he thrusted roughly into you, the sound of skin slapping and his bed slightly creaking, oh how much more it turned him on, knowing anyone could hear you both right now despite it being late at night. he could care less, he wanted you and he knew you wanted him, his hips never stopped as his fingers found themselves back on your clit, rubbing on it at a quick pace, making you moan and mewl louder, his free hand covering your mouth as he continues his actions. a low chuckle leaving his lips. “you can take it baby, i know you can.” he said as he stared down at you, his eyes dark with lust as your teary eyed stared back at him.

“no need to be afraid, i’m not here to decieve.”

your boyfriend kissed your cheek sweetly whilst his hips did the most devilish movements known to mankind, he knew all the ways to make you feel good, the quicker ways to make you cum. “say my name, kitty.” he whispered to you as his cock hit against your favorite spot, you mewled out as you left scratch marks on his arm. “y-yuma..” you moaned out, gaining a scoff from him, tilting his head as he harshly fucked his cock as your spot, causing you to whine and moan loudly. “no, kitty. what’s my fucking name.” he said, a slight growl coming into tone as his cock abused your pussy mercilessly. “y-yuma-senpai!” you whined out as you left more scratch marks and squirmed around, unable to take it anymore ( liar. )

“i call you daddy, i will make it nasty”

“nuh uh, you’re gonna stay fucking still and take my cock until you’re crying, yeah?” yuma said as he continued to pound his cock into you, you only moaned and whined in response, unable to put together a coherent sentence at all, oh how yuma loved it.

“you should prepare for it, i put you on a sweet dream.”

there might be a part two, idk, but i hope u guys loved this surprise fic 🥹🥹, because i have fun writing it!!

@luvitria i saw ur yuma req and i decided to let you have this for ur friend who is whipped for yuma ( me too.. )

#renè’s talking teddy 🧸#renè is taki’s bby🐰#renè’s 🍓 anons!#&team smut #&team hard hours #&team hard thoughts #nakakita yuma smut #renè’s favs!🍭#relody🍓🫶🏻

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anisespice · 8 months

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tall fem reader?

tall fem reader!!! thanks for the request, anon :)))

hq ver.

pairing: college!tr x tall!fem!reader

warnings: mature language, MDI, suggestive language, reader mentioned in chifuyu’s but not present, mild mild mild cat-call in hanma’s - just crack overall, honestly lol feel free to let me know if i missed anything!

notes: planned to make this a whole x whoever you want type beat, BUT figured just doing a headcanon broken into different heights would be more efficient lol plus MORE CONTENT - gonna make a pt. 2 with some hq men, but for now — t.rev! :))) hope you enjoy <3 !!

tagged: @fantasycantasy , @illegalspacecow

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When it came down to a relationship, MIKEY wasn’t shallow enough to let physical appearances stop him from pursuing someone he wanted—He liked what he liked, fuck what anybody else had to say about it. The blonde never had issue with your drastic height difference, seeing it as more of a perk than anything else. His best friend was tall, so why not his girlfriend? It just meant whenever he walked down the street, he’d look like a total badass with his two attractive beanpoles at his side.

However, a lot of the buzz on campus mostly centered around Mikey’s height rather than yours. It never bothered him, but it certainly got you tight anytime someone tried to uplift you whilst putting him down in the process.

“A shrimp like him wouldn’t know how to handle all that leg of yours, mama. Lemme take you out tonight, show you a good time with someone who’s more on your level, whaddya say?”

Barf.

Mikey would merely give them a dead-stare; unbothered king. You, on the other hand, didn’t hesitate to knock them down a size or two.

“First of all, your busted-looking ass could never be on the same level as me. Second of all, where my man lacks in height, he makes up for elsewhere, so he handles me very well, thank you. You’re probably the type to just shove it in without any sort of technique, thinking that’s enough to get a girl to finish. My man won’t bust once until I’ve came up to four times, the fuck can you offer me besides being six-foot? Hm? That’s right, not a damn thing. Remember that next time you talk shit, dirt-neck.”

Read him straight to filth. And God forbid Mikey had his gang with him anytime some scrub tried to spit game, best believe they’d dog the guy until he scurried away in humiliation. It always filled him with great adoration for you wherever you checked someone in his defense, your entire relationship giving off the same energy as that one meme with Kevin Hart’s character being protectively held by the lady. It’d been put in the groupchat a number of times just to tease the delinquent, but he’s unashamed at the fact you could easily pick his ass up. If anything, he was all for it, even requested piggy-back rides from you more often than his right-hand man—Draken’s back appreciates your sacrifice.

Now let someone try and spit game at him.

“Yeah, normally guys feel emasculated when their girlfriend’s taller than them, y’know? I’m surprised you don’t, though. No offense, [_____] just doesn’t seem like a good fit for you. I mean, must be tough to lay in the same bed, or even put her in your lap without feeling smothered or crushed. Wouldn’t it be much better to have someone a little smaller-”

“She could sit on me until my pelvis collapsed, and I would thank her. And, full offense, if I was single, still wouldn’t pick you even if you put a gun to my head. Keep my girl’s name out your mouth, you don’t deserve to breathe the same air let alone be on first name basis. Now, quit wasting my time—Do you have the notes from yesterday’s lecture or not?”

You don’t play about him. He don’t play about you. Period.

And as far as sharing a bed, cuddling or otherwise, Mikey was a sucker for being held like a damn squishmellow. Didn’t matter if you took up most of the leg space, dude would be wrapped around you like a python, so snug and warm you’d be lucky to even escape his grasp for food or the bathroom. Once he’s sleep, he’s SLEEP, and then you become the squishmellow.

“Mikey, I will be right back, turn me loose-”

“Zzzzzz…” out like a light. Drooling and everything, face smushed up against your boobs, just content. You’d think he’d been working the graveyard shift. And God forbid he ended up laying on top of you, sprawled out starfish style…you for sure weren’t going anywhere then.

Even if you expressed this dilemma after he woke up, the blonde merely yawned. “Just pick me up and carry me with you…”

“You’re smoking crack if you think I’m gonna haul your ass with me into the bathroom. I love you and all that, but we ain’t at the stage where I can comfortably use it with you in room.”

He shrugged. “Mm. Guess you don’t have to go that bad. G’night.”

“Mikey.”

“Shh, I’m sleeping…”

A gremlin. But, your gremlin. ♡

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CHIFUYU still can’t believe he bagged you, frfr.

There’d be moments where you’d catch him staring, as if he figured you’d disappear the second he took his eyes off you.

It’d get a little creepy sometimes, but it was endearing all the same. He wasn’t the shortest guy, though he wasn’t the tallest either, and standing next to you was a constant reminder of that. Not that he held any resentment toward you for it, he absolutely loved your height. However, there was always some form of insecurity that would resurface anytime someone called attention to it.

And today, his best friend and co-worker, Baji, would not only be the culprit, but an unlikely source of reassurance.

While they were stocking up inventory, the ravenette couldn’t help but notice the stool his friend was using to put a box in a particular high place. Wearing a mischievous grin, Baji pointed. “Oi. You should take that home with you. That way your girl won’t have to strain her neck when she kisses you.” He snorted, thinking he was the funniest man alive.

Normally, something that lame wouldn’t phase him, but guess today he was feeling a little more sensitive. With a grunt, the former blonde coolly spoke, “Maybe you should shut the hell up, and stock the damn shelves.”

“Whoa. What’s up your ass?” Baji furrowed his brows, walking over to lightly kick at the stool’s metal leg, making it jerk. Chifuyu sharply gasped, latching onto an empty shelf to steady himself. He exhaled, relieved, then shot a glare. But, Baji wasn’t perturbed.

Chifuyu sighed. “Nothing. I’m fine...”

“Fine my left nut. You don’t get short like that unless there’s something on your mind,” not the best way to phrase that, but at least he was genuine. Chifuyu rolled his eyes, coming down off the stool to brush past the ravenette.

“Not in the mood, alright?”

Baji was left standing there, dumbfounded.

The entire vibe had been thrown on its head, and he didn’t understand why. Awkwardly, he went back to assorting through the contents within the nearest box, bottom lip stuck out in thought as he briefly glanced at Chifuyu’s back mere feet away. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He knew not to pry, but curiosity always won gold in the end. Baji replayed the conversation in his head, using his impeccable deductive reasoning to draw his own conclusions.

And then suddenly, an epiphany.

Without a hint of warning, the ravenette quickly walked over and slapped his friend in the middle of his back. Chifuyu yelped, nearly dropping the box in his hands before whipping around to fix Baji with a wide, incredulous look. “T-The hell?!”

“So. She dumped ya, huh? [Sigh] Look man, don’t beat yourself up, a lot of guys fumble the bag from time to time. If ya need a shoulder to cry on…don’t use mine, but ‘tora might let you-”

“Hah?? What are you—[_____] didn’t dump me, dumbass!”

Baji blinked. “Oh. My bad, jus’ figured that’s why you’re in your feelings.”

“And you thought the best thing to do was to hit me, then tell me to cry on someone else?” Chifuyu squinted when the arsonist gave a shrug. He sighed again, carefully setting the box down. “It’s not about [______]. Well, technically. The other day we had lunch with a few of her friends. They apparently have been dying to meet me for some time. And things were going great until…”

Chifuyu trailed off, leaving Baji in suspense.

He grunted. “‘till what? Jus’ say it, bet it isn’t even that bad-”

“They were shocked to see her with someone who barely came up to her elbows.”

Silence filled the storage room. Chifuyu continued to keep his eyes trained elsewhere while his counterpart merely stared for what felt like hours, but only seconds. And then…

“Pfft.”

Chifuyu looked up and sneered, blushing furiously as he threw a chew toy from one of the boxes at the fiend. “Hey! Don’t laugh! Do you have any idea how humiliating that is??”

Baji, to his dismay, effortless caught the toy, even squeaking it a couple times just to annoy him more. Taking a moment to collect himself, the ravenette still wore his sharp grin as he spoke through airy giggles. “So? Who cares what they have to say?”

“I do! They’re [_____]’s friends, everyone knows their approval is just as crucial to the relationship as the parents…if not more.”

“Mm. Pretty sure you’re overthinking this.”

Chifuyu gave a sarcastic laugh, “Pretty sure I’m not.”

“Alright. Lemme school ya on how women operate when they get in their little cliques.” Baji dusted off his hands, missing the eye roll the former blonde gave once again. With his pointer held high, he declared, “If majority of the friend group is taken, they’re just being protective. No doubt they’ve been there for every heartbreak, every fight, ‘nd jus’ don’t think anyone’s good enough for [_____]. Jus’ gotta keep your head down, and don’t give ‘em any reason to be weary. Simple.”

With a slow, skeptical nod, Chifuyu pursed his lips at his fellow delinquent. It wasn’t unlikely, so at least he’s correct in that regard. However, the line between facts and feelings began to blur the further Baji continued.

“But, if majority of them are single, then you’re screwed either way —Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.”

“Wow, that’s so helpful. You sure schooled me, Baji-san.”

“‘m serious. You gotta watch out for the single ones in the friend group. They’re all passive aggressive, try to get under your skin, push your buttons. Then, before you know it, they’re in your head, get you so worked up only for them to turn around and play victim, saying you can’t take a joke, and now you’re the fucking bad guy! Classic textbook emotional manipulation—Don’t fall for it. ‘cause they’ve got it down to a science, I’m telling ya.”

Chifuyu’s eyes widen at the sudden intensity that overtook the room, taking a small step back when Baji jabbed his finger at him, as if he were warning him of some conspiracy. “Uh…you good?”

Baji took a moment’s pause. Then, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, got a little carried away. All’s I’m saying is, don’t sweat. Lotta chick’s pick on the best friend’s new fling, t’s like a war tactic—Poking at our fragile egos ‘nd all that. But, seems like you did fine, otherwise you’d be crying all over ‘tora right now.” Baji shrugged.

Chifuyu blinked, now his turn to be dumbfounded. “Huh.”

He frowned. “‘Huh’? I jus’ gave you some killer, black-pilled insight on cracking their code of conduct, and all I get is a dry-ass ‘huh’? Tsk. I’m charging you next time, goddamn freeloader.”

Chifuyu glared, but softened soon after. After taking his words into consideration, the former blonde couldn’t help but feel lighter. “It’s just... didn’t expect that to actually make me feel better.”

Baji scrunched his nose. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean? Oi, don’t ever doubt my knowledge. It may be selective, but I got it when it counts. Besides, thanks to me you won’t take that stool home after all.”

“I wasn’t planning to take it home in the first place.”

“Right. Keep telling yourself that, elbows.”

“Hey!”

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“Hey, baby, those legs go all the way up?”

It was moments like this where you detested not being able to blend in with the average crowd. Attention always seemed to gravitate toward you no matter how hard you tried to avoid it, like being covered in honey while trying to walk in front of a herd of bears. And it didn’t help that you were currently wearing heels tonight, accentuating your legs even more in the little, black cocktail dress you sported. You were headed to a party a mutual friend of yours was throwing, and you wanted to surprise your man by wearing the new Jimmy Choos he bought you, knowing how much he loved how your legs with the extra height on them—Evidently, so did the prowling degenerate on the streets.

You had elected to ignore them. HANMA seemed to have other plans as he came to a complete stop in his tracks, slowly turning around to walk up on the moron who had the nerve to open his mouth. Low, golden eyes gazed down at the waste of space, face calm but a murderous aura oozed off him like pheromone, suffocating the slimy bastard into submission as he attempted to shrink away. But, he wasn’t about to let him get away so easily.

A wide, eerie grin spread across his face. “Could’ve sworn I just heard you cat-call my girl right in front of me. But, you wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that. Right?”

The guy nervously looked back for reinforcements but his buddies were already long gone. Hanma’s grin immediately dissolved from his face, kissing his teeth before grabbing the guy by the front of his collar and twisting. “Fuckin’ hate repeating myself.”

Hanma wound his arm back, dead set on knocking the guy into an early grave until you intervened at the last second. By grabbing onto the balled up fist, you brought it to your lips to place a tender kiss on the inked skin. You felt his muscles relax, but he still held the offender by his shirt, only slightly playing attention to you cooing in his ear.

“Baby, you promised no fighting tonight, remember?”

“I know, doll, but this fucker,” he shook the guy around in his tight grasp, unhinged grin making its appearance once more at the sound of him blubbering, “deserves to have his shit rocked for even looking at you. I’m just gonna teach ‘em a little lesson about manners, that’s all. I’ll be quick.”

You scoffed, “You and I both know you don’t do quick.”

Hanma snickered. “First time for everything, right?”

“Shuji.”

Tugging on his arm, you were able to redirect all of his focus onto you, sinister eyes melting into sweet caramel as his pupils dilated the second they locked on yours. It always did something to him whenever you came up to eye-level. Sure, you were already pretty tall but the heels nearly had you towering him. It gave him a weird sensation, one that made him want to drop everything and worship you like the deity you were. Especially in situations like this.

Hanma felt like the smaller one for once. It drove him insane.

You fixed him a stern look. “Drop him.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he discarded the guy onto the pavement like an old can, wild eyes eagerly watching you and waiting for your next request. Taking his free hand into yours, interlacing your fingers, you led the rest of the way by pulling him from the nobody now cowering near a bush, no doubt rethinking his life choices while you kept onward to your destination. You didn’t get all spruced up to not be seen tonight, and you’ll be damned if any more time got wasted on some loser he’d put in a coma after one hit. After a short moment of silence, you expected Hanma to be mad at you for not letting him knock someone’s teeth loose. But when you glanced back at him, you should’ve known you’d be greeted with absolute smugness as you shook your head in mirth.

You elected to ignore the obvious tent in his pants…but he’d surely plan for you to do otherwise later on.

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