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Oh Honey. ✩ Chapter 5

chapter five : i'll decide where to go from here

series masterlist ao3 kofi main masterlist

a/n : happy last chapter of oh honey!!!! took a while to get out bc i was briefly on hiatus and then was in a slump (whoops) but here it is. this is another case of me writing an ending before the story so this has been the intended ending since i started and i hope you all like it as much as i do

pairing : monster!joel miller x mortician!reader

rating : 18+ mdni - explicit content, read all warnings

word count : 6.4k

summary : a look into the past and present of life in honey, west virginia

warnings, etc. : language, allusions to sex, angst & fluff, complicated relationships and people who are trying to handle them, an obscene amount of flashbacks, reader has hair and is carried by Joel, several timelines in no particular order.

“C’mere, bunny.” His stubble brushes against the back of your neck, his mouth is warm as you feel a kiss placed against your spine.

“Mmm, what’s on the agenda for today?” You hum, pushing back against him a bit, the camper’s freezing in the winter, your heater broke a week ago and the parts Joel ordered to fix it won’t be in for a week. So you’re stuck with a little space heater you’d bought at the hardware store.

“I was thinkin’ we’d just do this for a while.” His arms tighten around your waist and stomach with a sigh. “We could just stay in today, order food, watch a movie on your laptop.” He yawns before nestling close against you.

“It’s too cold to stay here, it’s supposed to snow all weekend, it’s only gonna get worse. Maria even closed the home early yesterday” You groan, rolling over in his arms to press your face into his neck. The tips of your nose and ears are freezing, the two of you are under all the blankets you own, bundled up, when you peer out the window you can see the snow falling and settling on the trees.

Joel mumbles into your hair, deeply inhaling. “Why don’t you pack a bag and we can head back to the house then. You can stay until Monday and can fix the heat while you’re at work.”

“I hate staying at your place, all of my shit is here.” You spend most weekends at Joel’s, it’s easiest that way, but packing up all of your things and bringing them back and forth is getting tiring.

“Just bring it with you.”

“I think you underestimate how much stuff I need for four days.” You’re already giving yourself a headache trying to make a mental list of everything you’ll need.

“Why don’t you just move in.” He mumbles with another yawn. “It would make it easier for both of us if all your stuff was there.” It isn’t until he realizes that you’re frozen in place that he opens his eyes. “Or not, just a thought.”

You stammer an excuse, hoping to alleviate the tension that’s suddenly lingering between you. “I just- I don’t know if we’re there yet.”

“I didn’t mean to rush you, just thought I’d offer.” He shrugs before pulling you close again.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper into his chest.

“Don’t be. You’re right, it’s too soon for that.”

You’ve been together for a year now, you almost never sleep apart, if anything you should have moved in six months ago.

What’s stopping you?

You’ve been distancing yourself from any concrete commitments for sometime now and even if he never says it you know it bothers him. When do you stop punishing him for something you claim you’ve forgiven him for? He doesn’t hurt people as often anymore, at least he’s trying harder not to. But it’s getting hard for the both of you to keep up this system of locking yourselves in his room for a week every month.

Sometimes your cycle syncs with Maria and Sarah has to drive in from out of town to watch Ellie, it’s just generally become harder to manage.

But you can’t leave him when he’s like that.

On the rare occasion that you’re too exhausted to stay awake and entertain him he’ll end up in the woods and a massacred corpse ends up on your table when you return to work.

Everytime you think you’ve found forgiveness and acceptance you’re reminded of the fact that you love a monster. A selfish choice that you make every day. And everytime you tell him you can’t live with the guilt he gives you the same option.

Kill him.

You’re sure he doesn’t mean to make it sound so grim, each of you have complicated relationships with death. You just don’t think you’ll be able to live without him, and it’s not like he expects you to kill him yourself, he always tells you he’ll handle it with Tommy but you always shoot the idea down and you’re back to square one.

“I just need a little more time, I promise this isn’t forever.” You mumble as you sit up.

“I’d do anything for you, anything at all. Just tell me what to do.”

You don’t doubt that. But he still doesn’t give you what you actually want, all you ask of him is options that don’t involve him, or any more innocent people, on your cadaver cart.

The bed is empty when you wake up.

You knew it would be when you went to bed alone last night but a part of you, after all this time, still feels incomplete when the sheets beside you are cold. The creaking under the floorboards is the only noise in the house.

Your alarm clock reads 6:58 a.m. and you know it’s only a matter of minutes before you need to be up so you throw the blankets aside, stretch your arms above your head, and stand. Right on cue you hear the familiar stomping down the hall before your door swings open, Ellie rubs her eyes before scurrying over to you. Her hair’s in disarray, having fallen out of the braid you put it in last night, you scoop her up into your arms, trying to smooth the mess down.

“Good morning, little monster.” You mumble, kissing her cheek before carrying her down the hall and into the kitchen. You can’t help but wonder how much longer she’ll be small enough to hold like this. She’s already almost too heavy for you to lift for this long, and the living room and kitchen are still decorated with banners and deflating balloons from her sixth birthday party yesterday.

Kids birthdays, elementary school, home owning?

Even after a couple years it’s still a little dizzying that this is your life now. You set her down at the table, retrieving the generic sugary cereal you’ve grown fond of from the cabinet along with bowls, spoons, and milk, setting them down on the table in front of her.

“Can I feed the sheep before we go?” She says before reaching for her spoon, you nod.

“If you brush your teeth without giving me a hard time.” You fill your bowls, you have to remind her to slow down a few times as she shovels cereal into her mouth, eager to go out to the barn. You’re only halfway through your bowl when she runs off in the direction of her room.

You hear the telltale sounds of her pushing her step stool across the tile of the bathroom as she rummages through the cabinet. As you finish up your own food and tidy up you make a mental list of everything you need to do today.

Get Ellie ready for school.

Tend to the sheep.

Drive Ellie to school.

You take your phone out of your sweatpants pocket, 7:16, and text Maria to make sure they’re still good to take her this weekend. Ellie hums as she brushes her teeth when you peer into the bathroom before making your way into your own room, changing quickly, you’ve got about an hour before you need to leave.

Drive Ellie to daycare.

Grocery shopping.

Oil change.

Making lists helps. You like knowing what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it, you’ve had enough surprises in your life, you don’t like when the routine changes. Without your routine you’d lose yourself entirely. Ellie helps, she likes structure as much as you do, you stand behind her in the bathroom now watching her finish up and making sure she did a good job. The sparkling stone on the counter catches your eye, a reminder that you’re constantly forgetting your ring. It’s a bit much for your taste but it’s a family heirloom and Joel insisted. Sliding it onto your finger as Ellie hands it to you.

Check on Ellie.

Clean the house.

Make dinner.

Before she can run back to her room you gently pull her back by the collar of her shirt, grabbing a hair tie off the counter you tie her hair in a ponytail before letting her go get dressed. By the time she’s ready you’ve got your jacket on, holding Ellie’s coat out for her to stick her arms through the sleeves. She already has a toothy grin plastered on her face as you both step out of the sliding doors leading to the backyard. You take her hand, knowing she’ll run ahead if given the chance, you know better than to let her out of her sight.

Dangerous things live in the woods of Honey.

She’s pulling you along through the short path between the trees leading to the barn with a fence surrounding it. Once you’re in the clearing you let her run ahead, once you’re able to see everything around you. The air is icy and damp as you follow after her, opening the gate as she slips under the fence. The sun is just starting to break through the trees, it’s still too cold for the sheep to be out, there isn’t much exposed grass for them to eat anyway. You’ve been keeping them in the barn most days unless it warms up, today isn’t one of those days. With a high pitched giggle Ellie rushes inside, you hear the familiar sounds of bleating as she greets all of them by name.

You watch in momentary silence as you make your own way into the barn, enjoying her little smile that warms up the freezing barn.

“Did you turn in your project yesterday?” You sit on a hay bale, watching her run amongst the sheep before turning to you, nose red from the chill. You hadn’t gotten to ask her about it since you’d been so busy with her party, it wasn’t really a “project.” Just a little assignment for the kids in her class, to draw something important to them.

Of course Ellie had wanted to draw her father, something you were happy to help with until she held the crayon in her fist and began to draw the sharp angles and pointed claws that you realized she couldn’t show it off to her class. You let her finish the drawing. It’s remarkable really, how someone so small and vulnerable can portray such a frightening creature without fear.

She loves him, that’s why.

You love him too but that doesn’t mean he didn’t terrify you. No amount of strange magical connection was going to change the fact that he scared you. The difference of course is that Ellie doesn’t know what he’s done. You had encouraged her to draw a background, concealing the mass of flesh and teeth in darkness and trees until only the two of you knew what hid behind the blue and green. Together you decided that it was a drawing of her favorite place. The national forest on the edge of town.

“Good, Riley guessed what it was though.” She says as she pats one of the lambs gently on the back.

“She guessed it was the Manangahela National Forest?” You give her a skeptical smile as she fills a bucket with feed before emptying it into the trough.

“Monongahela.” She corrects you proudly.

After all this time, you still never get it right.

“Smart ass.” You grumble under your breath as she carefully lifts the hose, filling the water buckets.

“Ass.” She says with a grin.

“Don’t say that.” You point at her sternly, stifling a laugh.

With a small huff she turns the hose off and rushes over to sit beside you and watch them.

“She said the forest was my favorite so it was easy.” She mumbles, briefly captivated by the sheep.

“She’s a good friend for knowing that.” You like Riley, you’ve watched the two girls play together several times before, she’s a good influence on Ellie as far as you can tell.

“Mhmm.” She hums, the silence returning between the two of you as you both watch the sheep.

You don’t tell her that you’re going to butcher one of them tonight.

You know that she can handle it. At this point in her life she can handle much more than any other six year old you’ve ever met but you just aren’t ready for that sort of thing yet. You haven’t been a parent long enough to know the proper way to go about that sort of thing.

“Time for school, kiddo.” You stand up abruptly and take her hand again, watching as she yells back to the sheep, saying goodbye to each and everyone of them.

The truck sits idly in the driveway but you ignore it, opening the door of your own car, Ellie throws her backpack in before climbing in herself. It was the first thing you’d bought with Darlene’s money. (The second thing you did was help Sarah with her student loans and put aside some for Ellie.) You hated driving the truck, it was too big and too loud, this just felt safer for driving Ellie around. Once she’s buckled into her seat you make your way over to the driver's side. The radio plays some rock song that immediately has her squealing in the backseat, with a grin you turn it up as you pull out of the driveway.

“Is she my mom now?”

You had been walking past Ellie’s room after your shower, wearing one of Joel’s flannels with the towel wrapped around your hair when her voice froze you in place, her bedroom door cracked open.

“That’s not exactly how that works, kiddo.” His voice has a nervous lilt to it you don’t often hear from him.

“Then why is she always here?” She sits up a bit and you hold your breath as Joel’s brow furrows.

“Is that a problem?” God you hope not.

“No, I like her.” The tension in his face relaxes with your own.

“I’m glad you do. I like her too.”

“So when will she become my mom?” Her persistence on the issue makes you feel as awkward as he currently looks.

“She’ll become your mom if she wants that. But that probably won’t happen until we’re married, and I don’t know if she wants that yet either.” There’s a beat of silence, you’re heart skipping a beat at the earnestness of the conversation. The silence is quickly interrupted by the little one screaming your name as you rush back to the bathroom, opening and shutting the door to try and make it seem like you hadn’t been listening.

“Yes, little monster?” You make a real show of stepping loudly down the hall as you push the door open. You’re greeted by the sight of Ellie trying to wriggle out of a rather flustered Joel’s arms, face red and flushed as he tries to shove her under her blankets.

“She’s just messin’ around.” He grumbles before throwing a pillow at the giggling mess.

Her voice calling your name from the backseat snaps you out of your thoughts.

“What’s up?” You turn the music down as you glance at her in the rearview mirror.

“Can Riley come over today after school if her mom says it’s okay?”

“You’re going to Uncle Tommy’s tonight, love. I’ll text her mom and see if she’s okay with picking her up from there if he gets you guys after school. Does that sound okay?” She nods happily when you look in the mirror before going back to singing along with the radio. When you pull up to the parent drop off you get out of the car to unbuckle her, kneeling down in front of her as she pulls her backpack straps over shoulders.

“Can we have a birthday party with Dad when he gets back?” She tilts her head to the side as she asks, you lean forward and kiss her on the cheek before pulling her into a hug.

“Absolutely we can.” You give her a soft smile before her attention is diverted towards a group of her friends. “Be good today, I love you.”

“Love you, bye!” She leans in to give you a kiss on your own cheek before rushing off, you watch her go, waiting until she’s in the building before getting back in the car. You send a quick text to Riley’s mom and Maria, scheduling plans for the girls before putting the car in drive as you head off towards a neighboring town. Honey has a grocery store but on days like this where you have so much free time you like to go to the nicer ones out of town.

You turn the radio off now that it’s just you, cranking the heat to keep warm as you drive in silence.

“We should get married.” You had brought the idea up, much to his surprise. About a year ago, as you were setting up for Ellie’s fifth birthday party, a year after you’d finally moved in.

“Are you serious?” He had been laying on his back, under the camper, working on the more technical aspects of the project. In his shock he’d rolled himself back out to stare at you.

Why wouldn’t you be? Sure, it took a lot of effort on his part but you finally feel like you’ve stopped holding everything against him. You had hoped that he knew that by now.

“Why not? Everyone already thinks we are, everyone at Ellie’s school calls her my daughter, Tommy’s been teasing me about it for ages-” He pulls himself to his feet, quickly putting his hands on your shoulders.

“Bunny, slow down.” He’s getting flustered, you swear his drawl is thicker when he gets like this.

“You’re the one who always says I take things too slow.” You frown, turning back to the flowers you’d been planting in the boxes under the window but he turns you back around to face him.

“You mean it?” His voice is a whisper and you quickly realize how much this means to him.

“Of course, I mean, we’re going to spend our lives together anyway, why wait.” You give him a reassuring smile as you tilt your head to kiss his cheek, briefly letting yourself indulge in the taste of his skin before pulling back. “As much as I’d love to talk about this more, we should get back to work if we want to finish this before she’s home.”

He doesn’t say anything else about it as he goes back to running the electrical under the camper and you can’t help but wonder if you crossed a line. Thankfully you’re on a time crunch to finish this and your mind is kept busy.

The two of you work in silence, almost synchronized as you move from task to task. He brings the cinder blocks out and lines the camper, creating a semi-permanent foundation as you string fairy lights along the outside and finish up planting flowers around the entire thing. Joel attaches the small porch he and Tommy made a few weeks ago that you had painted as you step inside. It’s unrecognizable after all the work the two of you put into it. The ceiling now painted a dark blue, glow in the dark paint dotted along the entire thing, when the sun goes down she’ll be able to see the stars from inside the camper. You painted the walls and changed out the curtains and sheets more to Ellie’s tastes. She’d always loved it here, when Joel was actually busy with work trips she’d stay with you in the camper. Even nowadays with you living with her and Joel she still often asks if she can play in the camper.

Just as you’re finishing up Joel steps inside as well, testing all of the faucets while wiping a bit of sweat from his brow.

“Think she’ll like it?” You ask, your fingers nervously twitch as you roll the hem of your shirt between them, he laughs as he leans back against the counter.

“She’s gonna love it, s’better than any gift I’ve ever gotten her.” You can’t help but smile as he holds his arms out towards you, you quickly step into them, leaning against his chest and taking a deep breath.

You open your mouth to speak, wanting to address your proposition from earlier quickly so it doesn’t hang in the air for too long but you hear the familiar rumble of Tommy’s truck pulling into the driveway and the two of you quickly rush out of the camper and down the steps. You straighten the bow on the door and quickly lock it. You hear Ellie’s laughter as she runs around the side of the house, Tommy and Maria walking up behind her.

She’s excited to see both of you, a paper crown announcing her birthday adorns her head as she runs up to hug her father. The second she sees the camper though she darts right past him.

“Why’s this here?” She yells excitedly, she knows exactly why it’s here instead of sitting stagnant on the piece of property you sold just a few days ago. You smile at Joel, nodding towards her as he leans down to pick her up.

“She got you a little birthday present, since you’ve been so nice to her and let her come live with us.” He points at you as she immediately starts squirming out of his grasp, tossing her backpack aside as she runs up the little porch steps. She turns around to look at you with a huge smile on her face.

“Are you fucking serious?” She screams. You can’t help it as a laugh slips out of you, thankfully Tommy can’t hold it together either as Joel immediately breaks into a lecture you nudge his shoulder as you hand her the key.

“It’s her birthday, she’s allowed to say it on her birthday.” You murmur through your continued laughter. She wraps her arms around your legs, hugging you tightly before turning around and unlocking the door. “Happy birthday, Ellie.”

She had loved her party, thankfully. And she loved her new playhouse much to your relief.

You and Joel laid on opposite sides of her as her little snores filled the camper, she had wanted a campout as a birthday treat and you were both more than willing to oblige. You’re staring up at the faintly glowing stars painted on the ceiling when he sets the box down next to you. You grab it, wanting to ask him more but not wanting to wake Ellie up you open it.

And you’re met with a ridiculously gorgeous ring.

Clearly an heirloom but he’s recently had it polished, one large diamond framed by two smaller ones on either side of it. Your eyes are wide as you stare down at it, shimmering in the moon light before sharply turning your head to the man with a dopey smile lying across from you.

“Been carrying that around for a while now, if I’d known you were ready I would’a asked sooner.” His voice is low as Ellie stirs a bit and you both freeze as she rolls over closer to her father.

Neither one of you speaks again, but the look on your face as you put the ring on was answer enough.

The beeping brings you back to reality as you scan every item in the self checkout lane.

You’re only feeding yourself while Ellie’s with Maria and Tommy, so you keep it simple. Another box of cereal, milk, an apple, a loaf of bread and deli meats. You’re pretty sure you have enough cheese and other essentials to get you through the rest of the weekend. On your way up to the checkout counter you grab a bag of dark roast coffee beans and a box of tampons.

You’re out of both.

You know you live in memories too often, especially without Joel to keep you in reality. You find him in the past when he isn’t beside you because something needs to fill the aching void that yearns for his smell, his taste, and his touch. And echoes of Joel are almost as good as the real thing. There’s a funny comfort you find in memories. Even unhappy ones. There’s no surprises in memories, you know what’s going to happen and you know you survived it.

Even the bad memories bring you comfort when he isn’t around to do it himself.

You pay quickly, loading everything into the cooler in the car as you head off in the direction of your mechanic. When you park you’re told it’ll take about fifteen minutes, nodding as you sit in the waiting room, where your mind inevitably wanders to one of the worst memories in the hours following your meeting in the Applebees that has since closed.

You didn’t pay attention to the road.

Instead you stared at your hands in your lap as he drove, not bothering with the radio, the two of you stewing in your silence as he pulled into the driveway. You didn’t even unbuckle your seatbelt, he had come around the truck and done that for you, pulling you into his arms and carrying you bridal style up the porch steps and into the house, only stopping to kick the door shut before bringing you to his room, clicking on the lamp he hadn’t bothered to remove, and setting you on the mattress.

He lays down beside you, taking your face in his hands but you immediately recoil, pushing him away.

“What do I have to do to earn your forgiveness? To show you I’m sorry? Cause I don’t see a point to any of this if it’s never going to happen, it’ll be better for both of us if we know where we stand.” He’s right, unfortunately. Neither one of you deserves to waste the other's time if this is going to mean nothing.

If you can’t forgive him.

“Can you at least let me love you? Do you think you can manage that?” His voice is dangerously close to cracking and you have to pray that he doesn’t break. If he can’t hold it together you know you won’t be able to either. “Neither one of us wants to deal with this but we don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t know.” You mumble, you really don’t know so why answer with anything else?

“I don’t even need a concrete answer, bunny. I just need to know if someday you’re going to be able to forgive me. I can’t live a life where you keep me at arms length.”

You hadn’t responded. Just slid closer to him.

And you let him hold you until you fell asleep, hoping that would be enough.

Your phone buzzing is what snaps you out of your empty thoughts this time. When you open the notification you’re met with a message from Maria, a photo of Tommy sleeping in the recliner, Ellie sitting in his lap, and Riley sitting on the arm of the chair, watching whatever movie they put on the T.V.

[ Made it back from school. Watching Treasure Planet. ]

[ love it ] [ thanks again for taking them ]

The mechanic returns shortly after, handing you your keys and telling you you’re good to go. The hour drive back isn’t terrible, you opt to listen to music on the way back. It’s quiet when you return home. Putting away the groceries and making yourself a sandwich as you look around the cluttering remnants of the party yesterday, the only sounds are your chewing and the soft creaking and scratching from under the floorboards.

Joel has so much pride for your home. He would hate it if he knew how dirty it was currently, the thought alone has you reaching for an empty trash bag once you’re finished eating.

You turn all the lights on as the sun starts to set, how much time did you spend daydreaming today? You try not to think too hard about it as you start cleaning up the plastic cups and paper plates that litter every surface of the living room, popping deflating balloons and sweeping up discarded streamers and confetti. There’s a feeling of solace that comes with cleaning the house, making it feel like home once more.

This isn’t just Joel’s house now, it’s yours as well, even if you thought this would never be the case.

“I know that you shot down the idea last time but I want to show you something.”

“Joel, I just don’t think…” Your voice trails off as you stare at the key ring he’s holding out towards you. If you can’t guarantee that he won’t hurt people you can’t share a home with him, it’s stupid and it makes you feel childish but you can’t come home to him knowing people are still dying, even if you can’t stay away from him.

“Just give me a chance to show you.” He puts the keys back into his pocket before taking your hand. Walking you down the hall towards his room, he stops briefly to check in on Ellie, still tucked into her own bed as you peer into her room before he closes her door quietly. “I don’t want you to think that a life with me is going to be only horrors, and I know that a part of you has already resigned yourself to such a thing but you don’t deserve that.” You’re about to interrupt him, tell him that’s not true despite the ache in your chest that tells you he’s right but he’s opening his own bedroom door and you’re too busy staring slack jawed inside.

It’s unrecognizable from the monster cage he’d created for himself.

Instead of resting bare and on the floor, the mattress has sheets and now rests on a low to the ground metal frame. The photos that were once taped to the wall are now in frames or pinned to a bulletin board he hung up.

He put a rug down that covers any claw marks on the floor and he’s done his best to hang up photos and paintings over the scratches on the walls. There’s even furniture now, a nightstand on either side of the bed with a matching dresser, lamps scattered around the room make the space feel warm and lived in.

“You- you did all this?”

“If you live with me I don’t want you to have to sleep in some sort of creepy homemade dungeon, you deserve an actual bedroom.” He whispers as you look at the paintings on the wall, all of them are Alice in Wonderland themed. “I borrowed those from Sarah’s room, we can change them out when- if you move in.” He quickly mumbles as you look up at a painting of Alice staring into a lake, her own image being reflected back up at her.

“It’s lovely, it’s perfect Joel.” You turn back to him as he rubs the back of his neck bashfully.

“This ain’t it, there's a few more surprises for you.” The shocked look remains on your face as he takes your hand once more, bringing you back into the kitchen and out the sliding glass door.

You had run outside without shoes on and took down the banner hanging on the camper before rushing back in and tossing it in the trash bag. When you look at the clock it’s just a couple minutes from 7:00 p.m. You bring the bag out to the porch before washing your hands.

You don’t bother taking a shower as you change into your pajamas, setting your ring on your nightstand, not wanting to risk damaging it as you pull up a pair of sweats you don’t care about being ruined and an old shirt you wore when you painted the bathroom a month ago. Grabbing the apple off the counter you shove it into your sweatpants pocket. Shooting Maria one last text and turning your phone on do not disturb, you tell her to say goodnight to Ellie for you before slipping your sneakers on and heading out the back door once more.

You don’t like going to the barn alone, and you should have put on a proper jacket, without the sun to warm you, your skin prickles with goosebumps. The dark doesn’t frighten you very much anymore, and it’s easy to follow the familiar path even in the dark. Your phone flashlight illuminates the ground in front of you as you walk, you’re trying to remember if there is a specific sheep Ellie isn’t attached to.

Most of the flock is sleeping save for a few stragglers, you decide not to overthink it, grabbing a lead and putting it over the head of the first sheep that’s brave enough to greet you. The unlucky winner is one of the older sheep, making its way over to you the second you open the gate. You reward her bravery with the apple in your pocket, the only sounds in the quiet night are those of chewing as you walk her back towards the house.

You swung your intertwined hands between the two of you as you walked through the trees behind his house. He must have worked startlingly fast to do that for you, no ones ever put in that sort of effort for you before.

The sun is just starting to set behind you as he takes a step back and covers your eyes.

“Hey-” You start to object with a giggle as he continues walking you forward.

“Oh hush, let this be a surprise.” He chuckles as he leads you further down the path before stopping abruptly and lifting his hands. “Surprise.” He whispers, taking a step back.

“Woah.” You exhale in shock as you stare at the barn in front of you. A white fence surrounding it.

It’s beautiful.

“Tommy and I grew up on a farm, we can raise whatever you want, pigs, sheep, chickens, anything you want.” He mumbles as he wraps his arms around you from behind, kissing your cheek.

“I love that idea, but can I ask why?” You let out a nervous laugh as you turn to raise an eyebrow at him.

“That’s actually a part of your last surprise.”

“Another?” Your voice pitches up, he built you a fucking barn, what else could he have done for you?

“I want you to know how serious I am about you moving in, I don’t want you to have any doubt.” He mumbles against your temple, inhaling deeply before pulling away and taking your hand one more time. “Come on.” He pulls you back towards the house as the sun sets for good, you walk in the darkness until he brings you to the basement entrance and pulls out the keys he’d offered you.

Several locks adorn the basement entrance, you sift through your key ring until you find each lock's respective key, letting them drop into the grass as you remove each one. When you swing the heavy metal doors open you’re met with the welcoming warmth that comes from below. Several lamps and space heaters create a warm glow that beckons you down the steps. Almost immediately the sheep pulls away, bleating fearfully. Animals are far more intelligent than anyone gives them credit for, they know when something is wrong.

You pull her down with you then reach up and let the doors slam down, sealing the poor thing in its tomb with you.

You drop the lead once the doors are closed, there’s no point in leading the lamb any closer to the inevitable slaughter.

“I have loved you since I first saw you in that bar. I have loved you every moment since, you could be cruel and terrible and I’d love you still and I’d probably deserve it. But you aren’t. You’re smart, and you care about everything, and you love everyone even if they aren’t worthy of it.” His hands caress your face as he whispers into the night air. “And you feel so much guilt for the things I do even though you shouldn’t. You can forgive me for all that I’ve done but it won’t change the fact that I’m still doing terrible things. I’ve done terrible things for so long that I didn’t really consider any other options, but you deserve other options.”

He pulls open the basement doors once all the locks are undone, and offers his hand to you.

“I want to show you that I can change, that I would do anything you need me to do, be anything you need me to be.”

It’s your choice, take it or leave, he won’t hold it against you if you crack and can’t handle it anymore. But you need him to keep yourself together in the first place so you take his calloused hand in yours and let him lead you down into the darkness.

The smell of vanilla and pine is dense down here.

As you descend further down the steps you see the familiar set up, a few lamps and lanterns are scattered throughout the darkness as well as a couple space heaters that are only there for your benefit. A mattress you insist on putting sheets on is pushed against one of the scratched up walls, the blankets and pillows scattered about the space, you walk over to the mess, picking up the scattered quilts as you throw everything back down on the mattress. You can feel the movement behind you, the scratching against the cement as you lay down, even with the heaters it’s cold. Thankfully you know you’ll be warm enough soon.

The panicked baa’s of the sheep are swiftly silenced, replaced with the wet tearing sound that once would have filled you with dread. It’s a bit morbid how comforting you now find them, you roll over as you pull another blanket up over yourself, watching the iron chains drag across the floor as the unseen figure pulls them in different directions.

You can see movement dancing on the edges of the lamp light, the smell of blood is almost as prominent now as the suffocating sweetness. A smile begins to tease the corners of your mouth as you hear him moving closer, the familiar, gravely voice that calls out from the dark recesses of the basement fills your ears like warm honey.

“C’mere, bunny.”

a/n : that's a wrap on oh honey folks, once again im sorry i made yall wait so long, i hope it was worth it <3

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yeonzzzn · 2 months

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“i told you so” teaser? 🫣

ooooo!!!! ya know, why not?🤭 here is a little snippet of one of the first beginning parts 🩷🩷🩷

You had fallen asleep on the way to the apartment, your new home. Being gently shaken awake by Jake, “Hey, baby, we’re home.”

Jake got way too excited saying that. It just felt so right calling it our home. A place where you’ll always return to him at the end of the day. A place to eat, sleep, and live freely together. What more could he ask for?

You sleepily yawned, stretching your arms and legs out then finally getting out of your car.

Jake opened the trunk, pulling each of your bags out one by one.

You leaned in to help, wanting to get the process moving quicker. Because let’s be honest, the worst part about moving is the packing and unpacking.

“Hey stinks!!” you cringed at the nickname, looking over to your right and seeing your brother hovering over the balcony railing waving his arms back and forth.

“God, I hope he falls.” you mumbled, “So annoyed with that nickname.”

Jake chuckled at your comment then glanced up at his best friend, “Get your ass down here Jay! We have a lot of shit to bring up! Get Hoon and Hee!”

Jay saluted him, turning on his heels and rushing back inside their shared apartment, returning with the ace and prince and forcing them down the stairs.

Jay was the first to swoop you into a hug, “I’ve missed you!”

You rolled your eyes but embraced your older brother, “It’s only been a couple months, Jongseong.”

“A couple of months too many!” Jay joked, rustling his hand in your hair.

You shoved him away, quickly fixing your locks back into place.

Sunghoon was next to pull you into a tight hug, “You’d think since he spent over twenty-one years with you he’d want nothing to do with you.”

“No, tell me about it, Hoon,” you said, hugging him back tightly. Sunghoon’s hugs were always your favorite, you found so much peace within them.

Heeseung was the last to pull you into a hug, “Sup stinks!”

You pinched his side, “I will not be tolerating that nickname anymore!”

Jay shrugged his shoulders, wrapping his arm around your neck, “Deal with it, you’ll be living under MY roof now. I’ll call you stinks all I want.”

You tried to fight your way out of your brother's grip, begging for any of the other three boys for help. But of course, they didn’t.

Traitors. All of’em.

Jake finally started barking orders for everyone to grab some bags and haul them up into the apartment.

You carried what you could, following behind Heeseung, “I’ll show you to Jake’s room, or well your room now too.”

“Please for the love of GOD force him to keep his room clean now,” Sunghoon begged, “His socks smell.”

“So do yours?!?” Jake yelled up at his friend, the only response he got was the laughter of his friends and you.

Jake rolled the sleeves up of his hoodie, cocking his head to the side, “Whose idea was it again for the four of us to move in together?”

Jay grabbed another box from the trunk, “Ours. Unfortunately, the four of us are inseparable.”

Jake nodded in agreement, “Well, the five of us now.”

Jay tried to not cringe at that fact, he’s still getting used to seeing you and his best friend together.

Jay watched as his friend balanced a few boxes in his arms, the brown material yanking down the collar of his hoodie, revealing the bite mark you left on his shoulder last night.

Jay groaned and rolled his eyes, “Really man?!”

Jake narrowed his eyebrows, clearly confused as to why he was getting snapped at, “Bro, what?”

Jay flicked the tender skin, “Can’t even fucking cover it up?”

Oh, he’s still pissed that I’m fucking his baby sister.

Jake shrugged, “I can’t stop what your sister does during se—“

“No!! Stop!!” Jay quickly snapped, raising his hands up, “I don’t want to talk about your sex life.”

Jake took this opportunity to tease, “Damn, what a shame, too bad you’ll be hearing it instead of talking about it.”

Jay’s face flushed with anger, “We aren’t playing these games, Sim Jaeyun. I’ll kick your ass so fast.”

With a roll of his eyes and a slap on his friend's shoulder, Jake walked past him, “I was only teasing, let’s hurry up and get this stuff inside, I bet Y/N is dying for your cooking.”

Jay pulled the rest of the bags into his hands, following beside his best friend, “When does she not want my cooking?”

“Dude, sometimes it’s all she talks about.”

Your brother chuckled, “She was spoiled with it growing up, plus I’m a damn good cook, what can I say?”

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lovebugism · 1 year

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hi babe hope this isn’t too personal but not having the greatest time right now. therapist did not answer any of my calls today so im kinda a mess 🥲🥲 if you’re willing to write any kind of comfort fic with any character that would be the best 💗💗💗

hi anon! i hope things are going better now! take this eddie munson comfort fic as my attempts to make you feel a wee bit better ily mwah <3

You were pretty good at taking care of yourself most of the time. Eddie always thought your innate sense of responsibility was extremely hot — mostly because it meant that you were even better at taking care of him.

He said it was a perk of being your boyfriend — “one of many,” he’d say, just before smacking a kiss to your cheek.

You were the yin to his yang in that way. Peace in all his chaos.

Eddie, himself, was a being who thrived on mayhem. There wasn’t a single thing he loved more than unpredictability — well, you, of course. Then maybe DnD. But spontaneity was a close third.

He isn’t quite sure how to live his life without the company of total disarray. He isn’t sure he would want to if he had the chance either. The unexpected makes things fun. At least, that’s what he always tells you. You’re not so sure.

When he makes you late to things because of his horrible time management skills, or he can’t find his keys because they’re hidden somewhere underneath a pile of clothes in the corner of his room, it feels a little like the end of the world.

And not just in the oh no, this thing is really stressing me out; good thing I know it’s illogical sort of way. But in the oh fuck, we’re gonna be ten minutes late to this get-together where there are zero consequences whether we show up or not, but it’s inducing so much panic that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to function properly.

You’ve gotten pretty good at hiding your fear over the years. It’s just that Eddie’s so damn attuned to everything going on in your head that it makes it insanely difficult to wallow in your dread alone.

He knows when you start pacing and talking a million miles a minute that something’s working you up. He knows when you start getting snappy and don’t think his jokes are funny anymore that you’re close to your breaking point. He knows when you stop talking altogether that your entire world is caving in around you.

So Eddie takes great care in getting to things on time and tidying up his room when you're around. He doesn’t even care that he finds it all a bit irrational, he just wants to make things easier for you. Even if it means getting to Steve’s house an hour before everyone else or actually folding his clothes before putting them in drawers.

Eddie knows you use structure like a weapon rather than a shield. Organization isn't a way to keep your life together, it’s to keep it from falling apart. When something is out of order, when there’s one piece out of place, it’s not an easy fix — not for you. It’s more like a ticking tomb.

You’re the ticking time bomb. And the faintest scent of disorder is bound to make you explode.

But maybe calling it a bomb isn’t the most accurate way to describe it. The way Eddie sees it, it’s a lot more like an avalanche.

It starts off small, a little rumble of uncertainty that jostles the comfort of your routine. You blink and suddenly the snowball weighs two tons and you’ve spiraled into a full-blown crisis that threatens to swallow you whole.

You don’t let anyone see any of it. Not even Eddie a lot of the time. You just bury yourself in the landslide until the heavy snow melts and you can function normally again — it may last a couple hours, maybe weeks.

So it’s a good thing Eddie can see all the warning signs before they start.

It’s all the little shit he notices first — the not showering as often, the not keeping things as tidy as usual, the closing yourself off. Eddie Munson knows a depression room when he sees one. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know you’re slipping.

But rather than acknowledge that boogeyman, he pretends like it isn’t there at all. He thinks if he acts like it doesn’t scare him, then it doesn’t have the power to hurt him. That’s exactly how he treats the funks you get into. He knows they’re there but doesn’t let them take over completely.

Eddie comes around whenever he gets the chance and helps you do your self-care routine — even though all you do is complain that you don’t need his help the entire time.

He coaxes you into the bath and tidies up your bedroom while you’re gone. He does all the steps of your skincare for you after because he knows you can’t do it yourself. You’re too tired to, but you feel like shit when you don’t. That’s the same bitter cycle that started this whole mess.

He doesn’t do anything crazy. He just takes care of the little things to make you feel less consumed by it all.

You’re a pouting mess in the middle of your bed after, freshly cleaned and drowning in a too big shirt that smells like the musk of Eddie’s cologne with a towel twisted up in your hair. It’s almost cartoonish, the way you cross your arms over your chest and scrunch your face in displeasure.

“I don’t want you to do all this stuff for me, Eds,” you gripe. “I’m a big girl, okay? I can do it myself.”

The boy shrugs from where he stands at the foot of your bed. “I know I don’t have to. I want to, though. I like doing this stuff for you.”

“You hate cleaning, Eddie.”

“Yeah. I do,” he affirms with a nod, all but flopping onto the mattress beside you. He rests his head on his fist and blinks up at you with wide, twinkling button eyes. A grin pulls at his pink lips as he asks you, “But you know what I don’t hate?”

You huff but entertain him anyway. “…What?”

“You,” he beams and taps the tip of your nose with his pointer finger.

You meet his smile with a grimace.

“Actually, I sort of love you, as it turns out,” he corrects himself in a lilt. “And when you love someone, you do the shit you hate to make them happy, right? Isn’t that what it’s all about?”

You don’t answer him, just shrug.

“Well, either way, I’m happy to do all the boring shit if it means there’s a chance I get to make you feel even a little bit better,” Eddie tells you, pinching his thumb and forefinger together and leaving just an inch or more of space to squint his eye through.

That hand flops down and lands on your thigh. His thumb absentmindedly rubs over the skin there. His smile turns sheepish.

“I will happily fold laundry and do taxes and wash dishes and… all that stupid, boring shit for you for the rest of my life, as long as I can look over and see you next to me…”

Your heart swells with a distant happiness you haven’t felt in weeks.

Eddie helps you until you feel better enough to do it yourself.

Needless to say, when he stops by your place and finds it completely spotless, he doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. He rushes to your room and finds you in bed, flipping through a book. The small radio on your bedside table plays something synth-y.

He realizes you’ve traded in The Smiths for The Psychedelic Furs and that your lavender candle is burning on your desk and that you’ve spritzed yourself in your vanilla perfume.

Those are all staples in your little routine that you borderline can’t live without. You always missed out on them when you got into your funks, but here they are again…

Eddie tries not to smile too wide.

“How’s it hangin’?” he sing-songs when he waltzes into your room.

“Fine...” you murmur, half-distracted by your novel. After a few long seconds, your eyes finally flit up to his. He’s doing a terrible job of hiding a grin. “…Why are you looking at me like that?”

Eddie shrugs as he takes off his leather jacket. He neatly lays the thing over the back of your desk chair and smooths out the wrinkles.

“‘Cause I love the shit out of you,” he answers like it’s nothing, like the words don’t mean everything to you. “And I’m really fucking proud of you.”

“Proud of me?” you echo in a scoff.

Because, to you, crawling out of a three week long funk is hardly something to be proud of. You don’t feel like you should be rewarded for being human, but Eddie knows that getting through the hard shit is a part of being human. And he’s so goddamn proud of you for it.

“Yep,” he nods with pink cheeks and a hopeful grin. “I’ve never been prouder of you, babe. And, like, I’m always proud of you, so that’s saying something.”

“Shut up,” you mutter under your breath. Your attention flits back to your book rather than focusing on the intense gaze Eddie looks at you with. You don’t get through a single sentence before he rips the thing from your hands. “Eddie!—”

You look at him again and find that he’s sterner now, but still so tender — chocolate eyes hardened but soft around the edges. There’s a kind grin on his and an air about him that tells you he’s serious.

Eddie rounds your bed and plants himself at the edge of it. He keeps your book hostage in one hand and holds onto your calf with the other, running his thumb over the soft skin of your knee.

“I’m serious,” he tells you. “Like, I know shit gets hard for you sometimes, but... I don't know, watching you get through it is… really fucking cool, babe.”

He laughs when it makes you laugh.

“Seriously. It’s like you get stronger every day, and… not to be a total sap or whatever, but I feel really lucky that I get to see it.”

You’re not sure whether to duck away from his gaze or revel in its warmth. You manage somehow to do both with a distant pout on your face.

Eddie’s grin widens until the dimple in his right cheek reveals itself. “What?” he laughs. “What’s that look for?”

“‘Cause you’re nice to me,” you mumble like the cutest little storm cloud. “And it’s gross… And also I love you.”

“Well, get ready, babe. You got a whole lifetime of me being nice to you coming your way, so… Be prepared to be sick of me by the time we’re all old and wrinkly, alright? ‘Cause I’m still gonna love the shit outta you then.”

You grumble when he smacks a kiss to your knee.

You hope he keeps his promise.

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ebrysteria · 1 year

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Temptation

Kang the conqueror x (fem) reader

SUMMARY: you found Kang a while back when his ship crashed, you offered to help him and you've now known each other for months. You go out to try and seduce someone for an important part to fix it but he cant help but get jealous even if its just an act... Warnings: Smut 18+, wrap before you tap, jealous Kang, understanding of feelings, fingering, unprotected PnV (be responsible guys), giving into temptation

Note: So I went onto tumblr and searched for Kang fics and there were none at all?! I decided to write my own but this is my first ever time writing so please let me know if you enjoy it, I might make a part 2 and comment any suggestions on what you want me to write next.

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Nothing much surprised you down here anymore. It was all the same really. Landing in the quantum realm 20 years ago had changed you. Your way of living and scavenging to survive.

Most of the civilians weren’t that bothered by your arrival but many were sceptical. They were scared of an outsider being in their realm and many didn’t trust you. You couldn’t blame them though as you would feel the same if someone with no resemblance to you at all suddenly started living in your own home.

You got used to your way of living, you learnt how to hunt for food and supplies. You’ve been through a lot and have seen nearly twice as much.

But what you haven’t seen since you arrived was a ship come crashing down from the outer world. Naturally you were curious grabbing supplies just in case whatever it could be was dangerous. What you didn’t expect was it to be a man, around the same age as you.

He didn’t look like most of the people in the realm, he was different. He had deep scars running down each side of his face, travelling all the way just to the top of his plump lips.

He stood by his ship taking in his environment as you watched him, he seemed annoyed? Angry? You weren’t too sure. You didn’t know his motives so you decided to just observe.

“Damn you idiots, I’ll be back you can’t keep me here forever” he mumbled to himself whilst staring down his ship. It was smoking and in bad condition. It barely even looked like a ship with the state that it was in.

A loud screech emerged from in front of him, whatever it was was obscured by his body but you caught a glimpse of blue creatures lunging themselves at him.

You quickly aimed your blaster at the things, praying you wouldn’t accidentally hit the man. You quickly shot the creatures off of him rushing over.

“oh my god are you okay?” you asked offering your hand to pull him up.

He eyed you quizzically while dusting himself off.

“just about, thank you” he grabbed your arm as you pulled him up.

“I saw your ship come crashing down, I didn’t expect it to be a human from the outside world. You are human right?” You looked him up and down.

He wore an armour that consisted of purple and blue colours. Well what was left of the armour, it was damaged, torn and practically falling apart. Whatever happened to him must have been hurt.

“Yes very much human” he smiled chuckling slightly. “Why? Are you not human yourself?

You grinned at him, loosening the grip you had on your blaster slowly placing it in your blaster holder on your hip.

“Yes I am human, most inhabitants here aren’t, they all speak their own language and most were born here unlike us”

“Unlike us?” He said looking you up and down.

“Well yes I wasn’t born here, I broke open a gateway when experimenting with time. I didn’t expect to end up here.” you said quietly, you didn’t speak much of your past with anyone. If they knew what really happened you’re life would be over. “Besides, it doesn’t matter now I’ve gotten used to the way of living in this treacherous hell hole” you gestured to your surroundings as he looked around.

He didn’t look too surprised with his surroundings, he looked more uncomfortable. Then you realised you were still out in the open when any more threats could arise by the minute.

“Yes well this place isn’t on my bucket list of places I would like to visit” he looked back at his ship, crouching down next to it. He pulled open a panel and smoke puffed up into his face. “God damn it”

“What’s wrong?”

“My ship, it’s broken and I can’t power it. If I can then this would be my ticket out of here.”

“Wait you’re saying that thing can travel outside realms?!” you were shocked, no one had technology that advanced except from the people you worked for before your life got turned upside down.

He got back up turning to you.

“Well yes if it was working”

You looked around, it wouldn’t take too long for you to make it back home on foot. You don’t usually accept strangers into your home but he was human and you felt empathetic for the man

“hey the place I’m staying at isn’t that far from here, do you want to come with me just for tonight. I have a spare room and food. It’s just something to get you back on your feet before you figure out what you’re going to do next” you suggested. It would be nice to have some company as living alone for 20 years hasn’t done the best for you. It was a lot safer than staying somewhere with the other inhabitants but the isolation got painful at times.

“Thank you I appreciate it, I don’t even know your name yet

“My name is Y/n” you said whilst turning around beginning to walk. He quickly began trailing behind.

“Okay y/n lead the way”

“Aren’t you going to tell me yours” you said stopping turning around to raise your eyebrows.

He extended his hand outwards to you.

“Kang”

You reached for his hand, it was soft and he shook gently it.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Kang” you said softly smiling.

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Turns out it wasn’t just one night.

He happily accepted his room and you got used to living together, it had been 6 months since he had moved in. You decided to help him repair his ship agreeing that he would help you out of here as well and during this you two got closer. You often went out to the market to find spare parts while he helped you around your home. He cooked you wonderful meals and if you didn’t know better it seemed as if he cared for you. You managed to extend your living space to accompany the two of you. The only thing you really had to share was the bathroom as you only ever had one considering you weren’t used to living with someone. But it wasn’t a problem. You both had your own schedules and you worked well together.

You stared at yourself in the mirror humming. Tonight was important. There had been one particular piece for his ship that was very rare to come by and Kang was beginning to feel hopeless when you told him that material like that was unlikely to come by in the quantum realm but you had heard through the market-place that a man named Quaz was actually in possession of some. You planned to speak with him tonight. You didn’t want to say you were going to seduce him but you were determined to get the piece for the ship as it was unlikely you would ever have an opportunity like this again.

You ran your hands down, smoothing out your white long silk dress. You wanted to be humble but you did look good. There was never really much reason to dress up in the quantum realm so it felt nice to have some sort of normality in your life. You hand came up to the dainty necklace that hanged from your neck fixing it into place. You gave yourself one last look before opening the bathroom door.

Kang stood just outside the door and when the door opened he was shocked. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you and how your skin looked exposed by the dress. You felt him drag his eyes down your figure. He quickly looked back up and went to open his mouth but he quickly closed it shaking his head.

“Where are you going dressed like that?” he asked demandingly.

You were taken aback by his tone. You thought you looked good.

“I’m going to the bar, I found some good news on that impossible piece you needed for your ship. I was going to tell you but you were busy fixing your suit and I didn’t want to disturb you”

His eyes softened staring at you. It made you blush slightly.

“You- You look good please be careful” he said reaching out to run his hand down your arm.

“I always am careful you know that, this could be our chance to get out of this place, I shouldn’t waste time because we could lose our opportunity” you quickly rushed out leaving a quick kiss on his cheek and left the house.

He froze and stood there shocked. He feet were rooted to the ground. That shouldn’t have done something for him but it did. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in that dress, how thin it looked. How easy it would be to just pull it off your shoulders. He needed to calm down.

“Get a grip” he mumbled to himself walking into the bathroom.

As he washed himself in the shower he couldn’t stop thinking, no one else should have the privilege of seeing you like that when you're out. And what if they tried to make a move on you? Or hurt you? He wouldn’t be there to help you. Every bad thought went rushing through his head until he decided he was going to go the bar to keep an eye on you. Just to keep you safe. Right?

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The place was busy. Busier than usual. The dance floor was filled with swaying people and flashing lights making you feel a little energised as you think back to all the enjoyable nights you’ve spent here in the past. Typically you enjoy this type of stuff. But tonight you only had one goal.

Get the piece.

You move further into the bar, looking around for your target. You have a gun hidden in your dress so if anyone tried anything you were prepared. You looked around with caution until your eyes fell on a man, slightly younger than you drowning himself in ooze. You were never a fan of the drink, maybe because the last time you were forced to drink it to be able to communicate.

You were getting distracted just staring at the man so you moved over and took the high seat next to him. He eyed you as you ordered.

“hi can I have whatever the handsome man next to me is having” you said flashing him a short and sweet smile.

He gave you a drunk smile back, running a hand over his face shuffling closer to you.

“I must say I haven’t seen you around here before, I would’ve remembered a pretty face like yours” he said extending his hand “my name is Quaz”

You took it gently shaking it, lingering it slightly longer to get him interested. You gave him a made up name not wanting anything being traced back to you. He admired your dress.

“That’s a nice dress you’re wearing”

You blushed at the compliment, flirting back with him. What you didn’t realise was a certain someone coming into the bar staring at you from just beside the crowd.

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He didn’t know if it the fact your target was flirting with you or if it was you flirting back but jealousy began to spread within him. He tried to remain calm, reminding himself you are free to do what you want with your life but Kang couldn’t stand it. They way some random man moved closer to you, making you smile like that. It should’ve been him. Not some disgusting drunk man obviously only trying to get in your pants. He clenched his hands trying to ground himself. Seeing you two laughing together. It felt wrong even if it was just flirting.

It was worse when he saw the man begin to make advances on you. Resting his hand on you, carelessly stroking the outside of your thigh. Every time he rubbed his hand across your smooth delicate skin he felt the heat, anger and possessiveness within him getting worse. No one but him should be seeing you in this dress. You looked beautiful in it sure but it should be reserved for his eyes and his eyes only.

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It turns out that he doesn't keep the piece hidden at all; instead, he stores it in an ordinary old bag at his home. You almost got him where you wanted him; you joked with him in an effort to learn as much as you can about the piece. It was so simple that it was hard to believe.

"So… do you want to go out of here?" He asked softly, bringing his hand higher to the inner part of your thigh.

All contact abruptly vanished, and you swiftly turned around to see him being pushed off of you and onto the ground. Kang gives you a short glance before tightly grasping your waist.

"You touch her like that again and i wont hesitate to kill you" he spat quickly putting a bruising grip on your wrist dragging you out of the bar.

"What the hell are you doing! I almost had it! We could've gone home!!" you yelled trying to shake out of his grip.

He didn't budge staying silent, continuing to pull you along with him until you arrived at your shared home. He harshly slammed the door shut after you both walked in.

He stares at you intensely looking at you up and down almost as if he's contemplating what to say.

"Stop ignoring me and tell me what's wrong, you literally just dragged me out of there with no explanation whatsoever" you questioned first.

"Did you not see that guys hand literally touching you all over?! Its ridiculous I should've punched that smug smile off of his face"

"It was part of my plan!" you scoffed, you couldn't believe he was jealous after you literally told him you were going to get the piece.

"The piece isn't worth that much" he mumbled looking anywhere but you. He seemed- embarrassed?

You walked closer to him "I cant believe you ruined it because you were jealous"

"I am not jealous"

"sure seems like it"

He moved closer staring at you more intensely than before "I cant believe you were going to whore yourself out just for some stupid material"

"What the fuck!! I wasn't going to whore myself out" you said, quickly pulling your dress up slightly to show him the gun you had strapped to the side of your other thigh.

He just stared at your flesh for a moment. Before slowly reaching forward to remove the gun from its holder. It was only then when you realised how close you were. How you could feel his breathing as he looked down at you. It sent hot shivers within you, the warmth spreading like some sick disease. It starts in your stomach and spreads throughout your body - a hunger, a hunger to feel him, closer, that the hunger and heat transcends within you in an unexplainable way

He clicked the gun out and then threw it on the couch. "you could have gotten yourself killed" he whispered leaning down slightly lower. Your breath hitched. His eyes darting downwards as you licked your lips, you could feel a pair of warm hands rubbing over your sensitive skin of your thighs just below where the gun was, moving upwards gently.

That's when he realised what he was doing, dropping your thigh creating some distance between the two of you. "look we will find another way to get the piece okay, just go to bed now its late" he quickly muttered storming off to his room without another word.

You felt hot all over, a part of you wishing he never stopped touching you. You rushed to your room quickly closing your door thinking about what just happened. The way his hands gripped your leg so gently as if you were the most delicate thing in the world, the slight hunger that seeped into his eyes and he traced small circles along your flesh. You wondered what happened if you continued. It was making you begin to feel wet and you knew you had an attraction towards him but you never knew he could be that...

…sensual

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He briskly shut his door rubbing his hands over his face. What the hell was he doing. Touching you like that. He almost gave in. Temptation was getting the better of him. He wants to scream at the top of his lungs, his whole chest constricting with the thought of him calling you a whore. He couldn't believe himself. But God the way you looked at him, the way you stood so close to him all would have to do is move an inch and he would have kissed you. claimed you as his, he wanted you so badly. watching you work for him everyday, determined to fix his ship. He wasn't aware that he was falling for you, but he ought to have seen the warning signs. The fact that he went out of his way more to be nice to you than he has for anyone else. Making sure you returned home safely, sneaking out to punish everyone who had ever upset you, ensuring that your favourite meals are prepared, and bringing you back to bed if you accidentally nodded off on the couch at night.

He should've kissed you then and there.

He got out of bed and began heading to your room...

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You keep thinking about the tension between the two of you, he couldn't leave you feeling like this otherwise the heat will swallow you whole. Pulling yourself to your feet, you swiftly get up and swing your door open.

Kang was on the other side, wide eyed, unblinking with his hand half raised in a fist as if he was going to knock. He stared down at you frozen on the spot.

He gazed at you with an intangible nature that is impossible to describe—a sense of learning something new, a revelation. Perhaps it was a knowing look but you didn't seem to care under the intense stare that he had you under.

"What do yo-"

And as you were about to inquire him you were abruptly cut off as he brought you into a searing kiss by cupping your face with his warm, soft hands and making you gasp into his mouth. You eagerly accepted the kiss, gripping onto him as he pushed you further back into your room.

He hurriedly pressed you against the wall to your right and shut the door behind him, his hands frantically and needily roaming your body desperate causing you to whimper in pleasure. He seems to never want to let go of you as he holds you between his arms, up against his chest, and against the wall. He makes it a goal to kiss every square inch of your face, imprinting every detail of it in his mind.

He lets out a moan as your nails scrape his back on his shirt, the flex of his muscles makes you blush and begin to lose balance from the lack of oxygen of him kissing you breathless, and he's ready to take most of your weight when the kiss gets heavier, deeper, your tongue frantically searching as he holds your face, never wanting to let you go.

"I couldn't stand it" he mumbles moving to the side of your neck trailing his plump lips teasingly, "i couldn't stand the way he was staring at you in this dress" his hand comes up to trail behind your back, pushing you further into him as he began to nip kisses into your neck and travelling lower to your collarbones causing your breath to become even more laboured. You felt him slowly tugging at the strings at your back of your white silk dress. "All i could think about was pulling it off in front of everyone and showing them who you really belong to" finally releasing the strings from the back causing the front of your dress to falter slowly revealing your breasts. "I would've made them all jealous making them know none of them can have you. None of them can make you feel the way i make you feel," he said then he quickly sucked on your nipple causing you to let out a soft feral noise.

"God those sounds you keep making are so pretty, keep going. Just like that" he encouraged looking up at you from your cleavage as his hand gropes at your breast. He moved his other hand shifting it down to the lower part of your body to cup you, a wet spot forming on the fabric covering you from his fingers. You whimper as he pulls your panties aside to reveal your beautiful puffy lips that are drenched from your want for him "Keep making those sounds for me" he whispered into your chest as his fingers dipped and found your clit causing your head to tilt back.

"Fuck Kang.." you whimper loudly again and he came back up to capture your whimper in a strong kiss. He traced your pussy lips with his fingers before thrusting one of them in causing you to release a loud moan. He kept pumping in and out of you adding a second finger and your whines kept getting louder and louder. You were getting so close, legs beginning to shake, your walls tightening around his two fingers as he curls them inside, making your back arch. You realised you were closer than you thought. He must have known because he removed his hand completely, placing it on your waist dragging you away from the door.

The back of your knees caught at the end of your bed as he gently pushed you onto it while removing the rest of your dress leaving you almost completely exposed to his hungry eyes.

"My god you are so beautiful" he said against your lips. In a tangle of limbs he began removing his clothes. You ground against him above you causing you to rub him enticingly. He let out a needy moan, gripping onto your hips harder as he used one hand to undo his zipper.

“Please don’t stop…” you begged, and the hand clutching your waist squeezed your flesh in an reassuring way that told you that he wouldn’t.

He couldn’t. Not when you tastes so good and sounded so angelical. Not when he needed you so bad. He had been dreaming of this for months. 6 months of pure torture of the need to be inside you and be claimed as his.

"You see what you do to me? Do you know how hard its been for me to try not to be tempted to fuck you senseless when you sat in the chair of my ship when you were fixing it.

You sat up eagerly helping him pull down his zip and rubbing over his covered crotch causing him to groan as he leaned forward into your neck to leave darker marks. “Don’t you know the power you have over me?” he groans again.

You gradually begin pulling down his pants and you become dizzy off of want from the root hairs that slowly begin to get exposed with the rest of him, it cause something dangerous inside of you to stir as you wrap your hands around him. Like an inextinguishable fire that could only be put out by him.

He releases deep, grave gasps when he bucks his hips into your hand and his sloppy lips land on back on yours as if whispering a silent prayer.

"I need to be inside of you" he moans softly against your lips pushing you back down removing your panties completely. He continues kissing you with so much passion and desire. Its been so long and he's scared that if he stops he will awake from whatever dream that is possessing his senses in a crazed manor.

He began lining himself up with your entrance and looked at you for confirmation, you nodded quickly as he gripped your hand pushing above your head against the mattress.

Slowly he began pushing inside.

You sobbed in response to the sensation, reaching out for his back with your free hand and scraping your nails against his skin as you felt the sting of pain that accompanied the pleasure. Your back arched and he leaned into you moaning.

"You feel so good. Fuck.." you moaned tilting your head back further into the pillow.

He removed his hand from yours and gripped your waist plunging into you further making your eyes roll back.

"I want you to remember the way that I'm fucking you right now, no one will ever fuck you the way I do will they?" he smirked from above you.

You nodded back frantically biting you lips creating them all wet and swollen.

"Use your words love" he said while brining up a hand to clasp your chin to make you look at him. He saw the hunger in your eyes. The way he was making you feel.

"No one will fuck me the way you do" you moaned loudly as he picked up his pace. Both of your moans and whines loud with the slick lewd sounds of skin connecting.

You were getting so close, you could feel the coil begin to tighten as he pounded harder into you. Your nails dug deeper as his hips began to snap into you. "Always so kind to me, so beautiful…"

Each of his now sharp and rapid thrusts silenced your whimpers and groans. There was no room between the two of you, and you could feel it in the way he kissed you and the way he fucked you into the mattress. You could also feel it in the way his hands held your hips and hurt them as he drew you impossibly close to him.

"Kang fuck I'm close" you moan gripping onto him tighter as your legs begin to shake.

"give it to me, give it to me baby. Cum for me please, please, please, Fuck"

You moan loudly clenching around his cock as it his you. You feel euphoric as your vision clouds from the intensity of your orgasm.

As your pussy clenches him it caused his cock to twitch and white spurts of cum go up washing inside of you. Painting your walls with him. You milk him as he slows down pushing the cum further back into you until he eventually pulls out. He looks down at you and sees your fucked out droopy eyes.

He gets up from you leaving the bedroom, you go to call out for him to stay but your throat hurts from the loudness of your moans.

Not much longer he returns with a cloth crouching down to clean you up gently, staring into your eyes with a promise of him not leaving. He kisses your inner thighs before putting the cloth back in the bathroom and coming back to your room.

He comes beside you lifting you under the covers with him, he cradles your cheek like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen while he leans back and pushes the hair out of your face, straightens your brows, he kisses your lips softly, giving you fatigued tiny pecks here and there till you are content and can feel him forever.

Your heart stopped when one of his arms surrounded your waist to pull you closer and against his chest. You looked down and realized that he had folded everything including your dress so that neither of you would stumble over it the next day, rather than getting dressed. When you stared at him, It was then that you noticed it in his eyes. This desire, this affection, which he has never permitted himself to express to you. His touch still makes you feel buzzy and electrified.

You nuzzled closer into him, maybe life in this realm wasn't as bad as you thought...

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A/N: so how was that? I hope you enjoyed it, please comment if you do and comment any suggestions you may have for me to write.

#kang x reader #kang the conqueror x reader #kang smut #kang imagine #kang the conqueror smut #jonathan majors x reader #kang the conqueror #kang one shot #kang the conqueror fic #ant man quantumania #he who remains

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bunitivity · 3 months

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Sanji hemming and hawing to himself about his sudden inexplicable crush on Usopp in the kitchen late one night only for Luffy to walk in on him and hear everything. And he’s like great now everyone is going to know and tries to threaten him into silence despite knowing full well that Luffy cannot keep a secret to save his life. And Luffy is like relax I would never tell on you and I can keep a secret as long as no one asks point blank and who in the world would even ask him something like that if ever lol.

“Sometimes I forget that you can be mature sometimes.”

“Thanks.” Luffy grins as he picks his nose.

“You’ve the grossest man I’ve met.”

Luffy just laughs.

This turns into Sanji now confiding in Luffy about all his love troubles big and mundane whether it be about the fact that he accidentally brushed fingers with Usopp or some other lovesick Sanji nonsense. Luffy is not thrilled at first because of his short attention span and restless energy but fortunately Sanji quickly figures out just how to keep him around long enough to get things off his chest with just the right amount of finger foods.

So it starts with Luffy just sticking around just for the food and then because there’s something so fascinating endearing even about seeing Sanji actually in love. It’s so different from the way he usually fawns over women. So much more vulnerable and earnest and Luffy can’t just look away. So much so he even sticks around after Sanji has stopped feeding him snacks which is his usual signal that Luffy can go now.

He also finds that he really really likes hearing about Usopp through Sanji’s eyes because he’s usually right and true. Usopp really is the most amazing most perfect person ever. And he tells Sanji as much. Talking about the things he personally likes about Usopp. “I just really like his laugh and making him laugh and stuff like that.”

Sanji stops cold.

“Wait are you in love with him??”

Luffy’s first answer is “No” then “wait” then he thinks about it for a few seconds and goes “oh yeah I guess I am.”

“You guess??”

“Never really thought about it before.”

Sanji puts his head on the table. “I cannot believe this.”

Luffy blinks dumbfounded still licking his empty plate. “Hwat?”(what?”)

“I cannot believe you would do this to me.”

“Do what?”

“I trusted you!”

Now Luffy is truly and well lost. “Sanji?”

“Do you even know what any of this means?”

Luffy knows nothing. “I don’t think I understand anything.”

Sanji whips up his head to glare at him. “That means we’re love rivals!”

Luffy frowned. “You mean like you and Zoro?”

“No! God forbid! What I mean is that we can’t both like Usopp!”

”Why not?”

“Because he can only like one of us obviously.”

Luffy frowns. “Says who?”

“Says everyone!”

Luffy just wrinkles his nose and picks the crumbs off his plate.

“Which means!” Sanji continues. “That we can’t have any of these secret rendezvous anymore since we’re enemies now.”

“Nooo! But I love my little secret snack time with Sanji! They’re always so fun!”

Sanji’s heart gives an involuntary skip but then he twists his lips. “You’re just saying that because I always give you food.”

“That’s true but-“

“Get. Out.”

Then he very unceremoniously kicks Luffy out of his kitchen.

They don’t spend time apart for too long because Luffy is a fucking pest who won’t leave him alone and he plays dirty by sending Usopp as an intermediary to fix things between them and how could Sanji say no to him? (he does very loudly and harshly at first just to waylay any suspicions that he might be soft on him before folding almost immediately after). He might also have missed Luffy’s company just a tiny bit but he would sooner fall on one of mosshead’s stupid swords than admit to any of that.

Now that they know they’re both in love with Usopp their little rendezvous changes from Sanji just one sidedly talking at Luffy yapping away about his feelings to Luffy actively participating. He doesn’t talk as much nor wax as poetically about all of Usopp’s virtues like Sanji does but he does learn a lot about Usopp through him. The more childish and rambunctious side that Luffy brings out whenever they’re together and just falls that much more for him.

Also seeing the usual very unaffected and confident Luffy so aware of his feelings(and blushing! Something he never thought would ever see) just plucked on his heartstrings. Spending time with his quote unquote love rival turned out to be a lot more fun than Sanji could ever have anticipated.

There’s an easy camaraderie underlined by something more as they fall back into their old routine. Expanding beyond their(Sanji’s) hopeless romance. Just growing closer and becoming more fond of each other.

But then everything comes crashing down all at once.

Sanji is just watching them one day. Luffy and Usopp being chaotic and fucking insufferable. He sees the way Usopp’s eyes shines and the way he smiles at Luffy and realizes oh he’s in love with him.

Sanji knows he should be happy for him. He knows Luffy would be if the shoe were on the other foot. But he just can’t. He feels utterly betrayed and so fucking devastated and Sanji just hates him. Any fond feelings that he might have been growing for his captain shrivels up and dies.

Luffy is surprised when Sanji suddenly shuts him out of nowhere. He can tell it’s way worse than it was last time but at least last time he had known why Sanji had been pissed at him. Last time he was at least talking to him if only to tell him to fuck off. Now there’s just this veneer of professionalism as Sanji keeps him at arm’s length as if they’re nothing more than captain and cook. Acting as if he’s nothing more than a subordinate who just works for him. Calling him captain in that cold and detached way and never by his name. And Luffy hates it.

So of course he has to confront him about it.

It takes a lot of cajoling to get it out of him but Sanji eventually gives and lays into him about his absolute betrayal and cusses him out for getting ahead of him and making him look like a fool because he might not know but Usopp was definitely in love with him. But then he sees the look on Luffy’s face and something in Sanji just breaks.

“You knew.” Luffy tries to look away but Sanji pushes. “You already knew he liked you.”

Luffy finally looks at him grimacing. “Why does it matter?”

Oh that hurts.

“Because that means that you two are going to date now and there won’t be any room for me.”

“No!” Luffy looks aghast and tries to reach for him and Sanji flinches away. “There’s always going to be a room for you!”

There’s something about the way he says that that has Sanji’s heart seizing up but surely not?

“Luffy do you…like me?”

And then he smiles like Sanji had hung all the stars in the night sky and Sanji has to clutch his chest to prevent his treacherous heart from bursting free and leaping right into Luffy’s thieving hands. Fuck.

“Of course.”

“And not in a friend way but-“

“Sanji.” He stills him so easily with just the strength his voice and a gentle hand on his cheek. “I love you.”

Hearing him actually say it does unimaginable things to Sanji’s heart he might actually keel over and die.

But then he remembers and he retreats from Luffy’s hand. “And you love Usopp.”

“Yes I love all of you. Sanji, Usopp and Zoro.”

“Zoro? Zoro?? Where the fuck did Zoro come from???”

Luffy gives him a funny look. “Zoro has always been there.”

“You can’t-you can’t just do this-date all of us at the same time!”

“Says who?”

There’s this question again. Does he really think he can just do whatever he wants whenever he wants? Of course he does. It’s Luffy.

“Because then it wouldn’t mean anything. If you really love someone you would want them to feel special and loved. You would want to put them before anyone and anything. They should be your everything. There’s a reason people look for The One.”

Sanji doesn’t like the way Luffy looks at him. Like he’s seeing Sanji hadn’t meant him to.

Luffy shakes his head and is about to say something more bullheaded and untrue but Sanji can’t hear any more of this. Of his wild fantasies. He doesn’t like the way it gets his hopes up. It’s just cruel.

“Just choose me.”

“What? But what about Usopp and-“

“I’ll always love him but Usopp obviously doesn’t like me but you like me and I like you so-“

“You like me?” The dismay that had been slowly building on Luffy’s face is immediately washed away and replaced by that bright brilliant smile and Sanji can’t help but blush as he feels all that adoration suddenly shine down on him.

“Yes. So instead of all these needless complications and love triangles -love squares?- We should just keep it simple and date each since we already know that we like each other.”

All that adoration and fondness abruptly ebbs away and Sanji is left standing cold and adrift.

“But-“

“Luffy,” Sanji takes his hands and forces himself to look into his clear and steadfast eyes. “Just choose me.”

Sanji sees the indecision in Luffy’s eyes and knows. He could never choose just him.

What else could Sanji have expected from the man who took the world by storm. Who seeks to stand atop of the world. Luffy wants to be the freest man in the world of course he wouldn’t just settle for Sanji. No one ever does. It’s so arrogant of him to think he could ever deserve all of the love and the attention of the man who is destined to be king of the pirates.

So Sanji lets go and walks away.

Of course it’s in that moment that he walks in on Zoro and Usopp hooking up and just screams.

#one piece #lusan #sanlu #zolusanuso #sanuso #lusopp #usosan #zosopp #zolu #usolu #usopp #roronoa zoro #monkey d. luffy #sanji black leg #made a mistake on my previous post so if you’re seeing this again that’s why #had to repost bc editing tumblr posts on mobile is a nightmare #you can’t select all like wtf #strawberrycamel I owe you my fucking life for telling me about the fuckup I would not have fucking noticed thank you #i write sometimes

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deadpoolsoci3ty · 2 months

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so you're the a (alastor x reader) ch 5

summary: I just wanted him to tell me we were okay. Was it over? Just like that? Would I ever get to hear from him again?

word count: 1211

warnings: none

masterlist

(a/n this is all i have for now but ill post another chapter soon)

Chapter Five: out of breath

It has been three days since I talked to Alastor. Every day I’ve tried to contact him and he won’t answer. I didn’t even do anything wrong, he was the one who decided to confess his feelings, and now he’s ignoring me? That’s fucking unfair. He makes me fall for him and he runs away. I grabbed the radio for the second time today. “Alastor, please…” I just wanted him to tell me we were okay. Was it over? Just like that? Would I ever get to hear from him again? I had never been upset at him before, but at this moment I wanted to strangle him. I waited for a few minutes to see if he would come, but he didn’t.

I knew that I needed to do something to get my mind off of Alastor and whatever he was doing. I decided to get changed into outside clothes and take a walk to the Dunkin’ Donuts near my apartment to get a drink. I grab my headphones and my coat before I make my way out of the door. It was still chilly here in Chicago and the wind was blowing my scarf away from my neck. I was trying to fix it as I crossed the intersection. I didn’t even see the car coming, but I definitely felt the impact.

The car ran a stop sign. I had barely left my house. When it hit me it was the most painful thing I’d ever experienced, but now as I’m lying on the street looking up at the sky I can’t feel any of that pain anymore. I’m sure that I’m dying, and all I can think about is that I never made a deal with Alastor. What was going to happen to me now? Am I going to end up in hell? Would I ever be able to find him? A group of pedestrians surrounded my soon-to-be lifeless body, several of them were on the phone, and I could only assume they were calling 911. I knew that I wasn’t going to survive this, breathing was too hard, I could feel the coolness of my blood beneath me, and I knew in my bones that my life was over. It was finally setting in as tears welled in my eyes, I had so much I wanted to do. I had plans to go to graduate school, move to New York and work in publishing. Now, I’m dying and I get to do none of that. All my friends here are going to lose me and I’m going to lose them. What about my parents? They live so far away, and they’re about to find out that I’m dead. My poor mother. I remember hearing the sirens, but they weren’t very close before I was gone.

It was quiet for a few moments, and dark, like I was floating in a vacuum. Then it felt like I was awaking from a deep sleep, I began to feel the ground beneath me. It wasn’t the rough pavement I was on before, but now it felt more like dirt. I slowly opened my eyes and started to look around, everything was covered in some sort of maroon haze. I looked down at my hands and they’re pointer than they used to be. My skin is now a light greyish, but I still have the same hair. I run my tongue over my teeth and they’re sharper as well. The city surrounding me didn’t look much different than most cities I had seen in my life, but I could hear screams echoing all around me. I gathered myself and gently stood up. This definitely wasn’t heaven, which could only mean that I had ended up in hell. Once I had gotten to my feet I started stumbling around trying to find my balance, and when I did I started walking. I found my way to the side of a building so I could lean on it. I was trying to keep my cool because if I didn’t I’m sure I would join the chorus of screams around me. I took a deep breath and found the street in front of the building, and I’m sure everyone around me could see the visible confusion painted all over my face. There were shops and restaurants lining the streets and the people that lived here seemed like they were happily living their lives. I looked over the roofs towards the skyline where there was a large clock in the center of the city. It was too far away for me to be able to read what it said.

Once I got a grasp on my bearings there was only one thing I could think about, how was I going to find Alastor. Looking over the buildings once again and I see a shabby looking shack with an unlight sign but I can see that and it says ‘on air’. If Alastor was going to be anywhere it would be there. I slowly but surely make my way to the tower, and before I walk my ass up to the door and knock on it I take another deep breath. I had never seen Alastor before, the only thing I knew about him physically was what his voice sounded like and it was enough for me to feel the way I do, so I’m not sure what he looks like will affect how I feel about him. Forcing my legs one after another to make my way to the door, and knock on it. I wait for a beat before knocking again, making sure whoever is in there definitely heard me. My hands were shaking and I was beginning to lose my courage, but I heard footsteps making their way towards the door. This was it, the last moments before I (hopefully) came face to face with Alastor. The footsteps were getting close. What if I just walked away? He had done it to me. I saw the door knob turn. I’m about to shit my pants, I’ve never been this anxious before. The door swung open, and I saw a tall man with large red ears atop his head accompanied by shoulder length cherry red hair. The blazer he was wearing was well tailored, but it had tears and holes in it. He carried with him a staff that looked like some sort of microphone. The demon spoke, “Hello!~ Alastor…” I know he continued to speak because I could see his mouth moving but once I heard that name my ears started ringing so loudly that was the only thing I could hear, I was hyperventilating and just couldn’t seem to catch my breath. He seemed to recognize what was happening with me and snapped his fingers in front of my face, “Dear, I don’t enjoy being interrupted or ignored. I asked what you are doing at my front door?” My first thought was how upset I was that I wasn’t the only person he uses pet names with. Whatever, that's a different conversation.

“Alastor, it’s me!” I couldn’t think of another way to make him realize who I was.

“I do not know yo-” he cut himself off a moment after he started speaking, “Sweetheart?”

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amberlynnmurdock · 3 months

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Aim For My Heart (Part 1)

Pairing: Benjamin Poindexter x Reader

Summary: One random morning, she buys him a coffee when the barista gets his order wrong–and ever since, Dex has been entranced.

Genres: light angst in the beginning, fluff, making out

A/N: This first part is all fluff! So I hope you guys like it! This is my first time writing Dex so I hope I got his character right :)

TAGS: @danzer8705 @pcrushinnerd (let me know if you want to be tagged or if I missed you)

credit to the owner of this gif!!!

Drip drip.

Benjamin Poindexter’s brown eyes shoot open at the annoying sound of his sink’s leaky faucet.

Drip drip.

He attempts to ignore the sound. He shuts his eyes and readjusts himself in bed. He takes a deep breath.

Drip drip.

He’s had enough. He can’t stand it.

Kicking the sheets off himself, Dex huffs out of bed and stomps to the kitchen to fix the faucet. He rips a paper towel off a roll seamlessly and wipes the nozzle. He waits a moment to see if it works. Hand on his waist, he stares at the nozzle of the faucet, almost daring it to drip again. After 45 seconds, he decides it worked.

He goes back into his room and crawls into bed. In an instant, he falls back asleep.

***

Another dreadful day.

He can’t remember when his days started to feel like chores he had to get done. Was it when he was put in an orphanage? Was it when his dreams of becoming a professional pitcher were taken away? Was it when his therapist, Dr. Mercer, the only person who ever understood him, passed away?

When was it?

It seemed he was accurate with everything else in his life except when it came to pinpointing an exact moment when it started to fall apart. And it’s been falling apart slowly every day.

Still—he needs to have coffee to somewhat function. He throws the empty coffee bag out in the trash and turns his hands into fists as he rests them on his clean marble countertop. Why do things like this get under his skin? Something as simple as running out of ground coffee? He looks up and is met with his reflection in the microwave. Sometimes, he can barely recognize himself.

After a few moments, he decides he’ll have to stop at the corner coffee shop, which he hates to do. He hates being around people. He hates pretending to be normal. He hates that he has to put on an act. He hates the fake smile he gives when he orders his coffee; he hates waiting in line. The anticipation of waiting kills him inside. He hates seeing the barista accidentally spill a little of his coffee on the counter. It takes everything in him to not throw the cup away out of spite. It takes everything in him to not react violently over something so small.

“You will build your life on pillars of order,” Dr. Mercer had once told him. Pillars of order. Pillars of order. Pillars of order.

He’s trying to be better every day. He tries to follow his code, but it’s so hard without someone to guide him, like a North Star. Even though he doesn’t have that anymore, he still tries to be better. He still tries to act normal. Often though, he wonders if he’ll ever be able to live his life on his own without a guiding light.

No, he thinks to himself. Because people get hurt. Every time. Including him. Most of all, including him.

As he takes a sip of his hazelnut coffee, he immediately frowns at the taste. It’s not hazelnut at all—it’s mocha. He hates mocha. And he hates the fact even more that he has to go back inside that dreadful place and order a new coffee—one they will probably charge him again for.

And of course, the line of people. He takes a deep breath to calm his nerves. Was it the people he didn’t like, or the thought of interacting with them?

After five whole minutes of waiting in line—Nadeem would be on his ass for being late—Dex finally approaches the same barista at the counter who took his order before. As calmly as he can, he forces a smile.

“Hi. I ordered a hazelnut coffee, but I got a mocha instead. Could I please get a new cup?” Dex asks as he tries to ask the question like he hasn’t rehearsed it in his head a thousand times. He slides the cup across the counter.

The barista, a young man with red hair and freckles, nods and looks at the screen in front of him. He frowns. Dex’s heart plummets in his stomach.

“I’m so sorry. We just sold our last hazelnut of the day. We can do—“

“He can have mine,” a third voice interjects. The person it comes from is feminine—light, and friendly. Qualities Dex isn’t used to being around. Qualities Dex pretends to have. When he follows the sound of the voice, he meets a young woman standing a few feet beside him.

She's younger than him, but not by much. She has the most beautiful smile and kindest eyes he’s ever seen. The smoothest, most perfect face. Yes, she’s perfect, he thinks. Perfect to him. He’s speechless as she holds out her cup of hazelnut coffee for him to take.

“I didn’t drink from it yet if that makes you feel better,” she said sheepishly as she caught him staring at her.

“Then what will you have?” Dex asks her.

“I told myself I’d do one kind act today and not expect anything in return. I’m okay. You can have my coffee,” she smiles again, and Dex’s chest feels as warm as the cup in his hand as she hands it to him. Their fingers brush for the smallest of seconds and it’s entrancing to Dex. He smiles at her—not forced at all. She’s already on her way out as she wishes him a good day. He watches as her shrinking figure exits the coffee shop. He doesn’t want this to be the last time he ever sees her. She's the first person to show him an ounce of kindness in a long time. Her hair swayed back and forth as she walked out the door and it flew behind her as the wind came in. She's the most beautiful person he’s seen in a long time.

And she was so nice to him. That feeling was addictive.

“Sir?” The young barista called. “I need to take the next guest’s order.”

Dex ignores him, ignores all the people in the coffee shop he pushes past. His gaze is stuck on her path. He follows where she left, her coffee in his hand. He exits the coffee shop. How could she already be gone from his reach?

He sees her down the block as she makes a right turn.

Dex isn’t far behind.

***

The next time he sees her, he owes her a coffee.

He made sure to get to the coffee shop earlier than normal the next day. He ordered two medium hazelnut coffees from the same barista who had taken his order the previous day. Dex feels lighter in his step—a rare surge of confidence in his entire body. He even decided to wear his FBI bomber jacket. He normally liked to hide what his profession was but thought that maybe it would impress her… and hopefully not scare her. He brushed his dirty blonde hair neatly and even sprayed on cologne.

He waited at a table near the front and kept an eye on the clock. He had enough time to bring her coffee and make it to work before nine. He watched the door like a hawk, watching carefully as each person entered the shop.

And then finally, she came in.

She wore a long trench coat and tall boots. Her hair was freshly windblown and she looked slightly flustered, like she was in a rush. Good thing she wouldn’t have to wait in the already growing line to order coffee.

Dex sees as she audibly sighs at the sight of the line.

“I owe you a coffee,” Dex calls out confidently as he rises from his seat. She looks over at him, frazzled at first, until recognition settles in her features and she seems to—dare he think—calm down. He’s made her calm down.

“You don’t,” she says carefully, eyes glancing at the FBI logo on his jacket, “but something tells me if I don’t accept this coffee, you’ll put me on the Most Wanted list.”

Dex laughs—a real laugh—and hands her the cup of coffee. Their fingers brush again. He’s entranced by her touch, again.

“I could never,” Dex says. “I didn’t get to say thank you for yesterday. So thank you. You have no idea how messed up my day could’ve been without my morning cup.”

“Trust me, I do,” she smiled. “And you’re welcome. And thank you—for my cup today,” she blushed as she fumbled over her words. Dex felt that familiar warm feeling spread through his chest the longer he looked at her.

“I’m Ben Poindexter… or Dex,” he introduces himself, holding out his hand. She accepts it with ease and shakes his hand. She introduces herself and smiles. Dex repeats her name in his mind to memorization.

“On your way to work?” He asks.

“Yeah,” she answers, “late, honestly. But now that I got my coffee early, I can spare a few minutes. Where’s the uh—FBI office?”

“Just a few blocks down. Mind if I walk with you?”

“Not at all,” she smiles.

Dex holds the door for her and lets her walk out first. He scans the area outside—normally he doesn’t check for threats (like he should) but now he has a reason to make sure the surrounding area is safe.

They both begin to walk down the block. He matches her steps.

“What do you do?” Dex asks.

“I work at a therapist’s office. Client relations—not as daunting as being an FBI agent—is that what you are?”

“Special Agent,” Dex gently corrects. Dex perks when she mentions she works at a therapist’s office. “It’s not as fancy as it sounds, though.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen some shit,” she replies, shivering a little.“I can’t imagine.”

“Yeah, it can get tough,” he sighs, “but you get used to it after a while. Do you like working at the therapist’s office ?”

“I do. You learn a lot about people. I’m not a doctor, but I help where I can.”

“You must have a lot of patience,” Dex muses. He enjoys the cool breeze hitting his face. She looks like she's fighting against it. If the cold weather were a physical being, he’d choke the living life out of it for making her uncomfortable.

“I try to,” she smiles again, crossing her arms across her chest to keep warm. Dex feels a strong urge to wrap his arm around her, but he doesn’t.

Dex already knows where her work building is—he followed her yesterday up until a certain point. He’s passed his office already. He doesn’t care. As long as he knows she makes it to work safely—he doesn’t care.

The rest of the walk, they make small talk. Dex doesn’t mind it at all. In fact, the entire time walking, he’s thinking of ways to ask her out on a date. Do I run into her at the coffee shop again? Do I ask her right now?

Finally, she stops in front of her building. She takes a sip of her hazelnut coffee that Dex bought for her and smiles at him. Dex catches her smile and looks away, almost shy.

“Thank you again for returning the favor, even though you didn’t have to,” she held up her cup in a cheersed way. Dex shrugs, and shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says softly. “Was it a good cup?”

“Yes,” she nods. “Hit the spot.”

If it wasn’t good, Dex thinks he might’ve taken it out of her hands and thrown it against the building. Nothing should ever disappoint her, or not live up to her standards. He’s relieved she enjoyed it.

“Could I—ask you out for dinner, sometime?” Dex stutters slightly, as he feels his heart pound against his chest. From the way she smiles at his question, it puts him at ease.

“You could… but are you going to?” She teases, squinting her eyes a little at the handsome blonde FBI agent before her. Dex laughs and looks down sheepishly, before meeting her eyes again.

“Would you like to have dinner with me this Friday night?” Dex officially asks her, smoothing any nervousness in his voice. Confidence.

“Yes,” she nods. “I would love to.” Dex can’t help the blush that creeps on his cheeks. She’s holding her coffee as she searches through her bag for her phone. She almost drops the cup before Dex—with lightning reflexes—catches it before gravity can win.

“Oh my goodness,” she gasps. “I would’ve been so sad if I dropped it! Thank you—again," she breathes. Dex smiles and holds the cup for her as she looks for her phone.

“It’s no problem,” he says.

She asks for his phone number and sends him a text so he’ll have her number saved. Dex is impressed by the way she takes the initiative to his contact information. She must really be interested—though definitely not as interested as he is. He feels his phone buzz in his jacket, confirming he received her text.

“Well, have a good day, Dex,” she says in a sing-song way, a way Dex will never forget. “I’ll see you on Friday.”

***

She wasn’t one to go to someone’s house after a first date, but Dex might be testing that theory for her.

She’s watching him carefully over the leather-bound menu. Stealing glances and looks every so often as she pretends to look over the list of red wines. Squinting her eyes, studying his face. He’s completely focused on the menu—he almost looks confused as he reads it. It’s a confusing menu because the place Dex chose has four Michelin Stars. She doesn’t mind though. It buys her time to keep looking at him.

His skin looks soft…but it’s the way his jaw cuts that brings a sort of harshness to his look. No less handsome, however. She’s not sure if it’s because she knows he’s an FBI agent, but his presence is commanding, whether he realizes it or not. Commanding and sweet at the same time. Even the way his hands look strong and have surely held a gun against someone (because isn’t that what FBI agents do?) are now holding the menu so softly… it’s mesmerizing to see such hands that are capable of doing rugged things hold a leather-bound menu so gently. It only makes her wonder what else he could handle with gentleness—or roughness. Whatever she wants.

“What are you thinking of getting?” Dex asks her, his silky voice bringing her out of her train of thought. She inhales sharply and quickly scans the menu again.

“I think a glass of cabernet,” she replies, “and the burrata to start?”

“I was thinking the same,” he grins, warm brown eyes looking into hers. She glances away quickly—the way she feels when he looks at her is unsettling by how much she likes it. “You look really beautiful, by the way.”

And of course… he had to make it worse. There was no use in fighting the blush on her cheeks. She smiled.

“Thank you.”

The waiter took their orders, and Dex watched her carefully as she spoke. She was pleasant. She smiles at the waiter—but not the same kind of smile she gives to him. Dex leans back in the velvet chair and sighs in content. He never thought he would get this far with her.

When it was finally the two of them, Dex cleared his throat.

“So, you do client relations at a therapist’s office? What does that exactly mean?”

“I greet them, I bring them into the room before the doctor gets there. I ask them questions and fill out their intake form. I’m basically a glorified receptionist except sometimes I get to ‘play’ therapist,” she explains rather sheepishly. Dex thinks anyone would be lucky enough to be greeted by her. If he were a patient, he’d ask to never see the doctor.

“Do you want to become one?” He asks with curiosity.

“I think one day,” she answers. “I like talking to people. Never mind doing it to help—sometimes just a person to talk to is all someone needs.”

Ain’t that the truth, Dex thinks to himself. “I agree. I used to see a therapist myself.”

“Really? There’s no shame in it at all.”

“I know… well. We’ll save that conversation for another time.”

“Have you always been in the FBI? I’m not even sure I know what the requirements or credentials are,” she asks.

Dex laughs, “It’s a lot of background checks and training before you start. And no, I haven’t always been in the FBI. I was in the army before.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Oh, wow. Thank you for your service. Now I definitely think you’ve seen some shit. And I can see why you’d go to therapy. Why did you stop? You said you used to see one.”

Dex sighs uncomfortably. She picks up on it immediately.

“Never mind. You said another time. Have you always wanted to be in the FBI?”

Dex smiles a little, appreciative of the way she stopped the conversation about his therapist.

“I used to want to be a professional baseball pitcher,” he admits.

“I love that. Do you still play?”

“Not really,” he says softly. “Other interests came to mind. Life.”

“I know what you mean. Life.”

A comfortable silence falls between them—they catch each other gazing into the other’s eyes and laughing at the same time. Dex can’t remember the last time he felt so enamored with someone, so comfortable and so attracted. He’s grateful for running out of coffee that morning. He’s grateful the barista got his order wrong. Most of all, he’s grateful for the young woman who sits across from him at this restaurant. And he’s grateful for the way she’s smiling at him.

***

It didn’t take much convincing for her to agree to go to his place after dinner. While she promised herself she wouldn’t let it get too far, she was curious to see where the night would go. Dex held her hand the entire walk back to his apartment. She cuddled against his arm, an attempt to feel more warm. Dex pulled her in closer.

He lived in a humble building just outside of Hell’s Kitchen. His apartment was even more humble: small, but very nice. White walls. White marble countertop without a spec on it. Everything was in its place from the spices to the napkins. Everything was labeled. His couch was placed perfectly in the middle of the room. Picture frames were all aligned on the walls. He dimmed the lights a little.

From where she stood, she could see his bedroom door slightly ajar. She caught a glimpse of his bed with white sheets—his bed was perfectly made. From how organized and clean he seemed to be, she thought he would freak out to see her mismatched decorations and colorful bedsheets.

“This is such a nice place,” she said aloud.

“Thank you. I don’t ever have guests, so I’m sorry if it’s a little boring.”

“Not at all,” she moved to sit in the corner of his gray couch. She placed her bag on the floor, and Dex picked it up to move on the coffee table.

“It’s better to keep it clean off the floor,” Dex murmured as he sat down next to her with two glasses of red wine. He gave her a soft smile as he handed her a glass, which she gladly accepted. They clinked glasses and took a sip, all while holding each other’s gaze.

“Can I tell you something?” Dex asks suddenly.

“Of course.”

“I haven’t done this in a while,” Dex gestures to the two of them. “It takes a lot in me to do this. I—I really wanted to ask you out. And I’m happy you’re here. I just—“ he feels himself breathing fast. It’s an awful habit he has, getting overwhelmed by every little thought in his head. Bring a beautiful girl into the mix—it was a terrible concoction for his mind to handle. His mind won’t allow him to enjoy this pleasure because it’s already thinking of ways it could go wrong. Like she’ll never want to see him again.

“Hey,” she whispered, placing a hand on his knee to calm him down. “It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out in embarrassment, covering half his face with his hand.

“Don’t need to be sorry,” she said softly.

“I just don’t want this to be the last I see of you,” he admits. “I had such a good time at dinner and here you are now—“

“Dex,” she began, “I had an amazing time at dinner with you. Truthfully, if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have agreed to come to your place. I’m happy I’m here. If it’s all the same to you, I definitely don’t want this to be the last I see you.”

“Absolutely,” Dex agrees immediately, turning to face her more. “I’m so happy you’re here too. I’m happy you gave me your coffee that morning and it’s led to this.”

She smiles. “Me too.”

Her hand is still on his knee. Dex is reminded of it when he feels that area of his leg getting warmer from her touch. He glances down at her hand on him and memorizes the image. He doesn’t want to imagine too much, imagine her hand slowly trailing up his thigh…

To stop his thoughts, he places his hand on top of hers and trails his fingers up the length of her arm, until he reaches her neck and brushes his fingers through her hair. He brings her closer to him, some force guiding him with confidence. Her eyes are half closed as he slowly brings her in for a kiss. A kiss.

He first brushes his lips against hers, almost as a way to ask if this was okay—if the way he was guiding her to him was okay. She doesn’t protest. Dex kisses her softly at first, memorizing the way her lips feel on his. And then he kisses her with a newfound force. She opens her mouth for him to enter his tongue and Dex breathes her in. He places his arms around her waist and lifts her up and into his lap so she’s straddling him on his couch. She has her hands on either side of his face as she kisses him just as passionately, holding him in place. He runs his hands up and down her back, pulling and pushing her to and fro himself.

He pulls back, breathless, and looks up at her.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, running his hands in disbelief through her hair. “Everything about you is perfect.”

She kisses him again and again. Dex’s heart is pounding like it never has in his chest, so much it hurts, so much he thinks his life depends on kissing her. After a while, he pulls back again.

“Let me take you home,” Dex whispers in her ear. “I don’t want to get too far, and we’re treading that line.”

She can’t help but laugh, even though she agrees. “Okay. Walk me home.”

Dex holds her hand the entire walk home. When she says they’ve arrived at her apartment building, she kisses Dex one last time and makes him promise he’ll text her as soon as he gets home.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Dex smirks, enamored by the look in her eyes.

“I do,” she argues, “I do now.”

“Goodnight,” Dex whispers.

He watches as she walks into her building and enters the elevator. Dex moves across the street and waits to see which apartment light turns on. When he sees one turn on, he immediately falls into a dark alley and pulls out a mini telescope.

He found her. And he watches her. Through a small slip of her curtain. He watches as she moves around her kitchen and living room. She changes into a silk robe in her bedroom.

He stays there for another two hours until she’s turned off the lights and headed to bed.

“Goodnight,” Dex whispers to her from afar.

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“Tom I don’t have the energy for this” you said while breathing out a sigh. Every single time you and your boyfriend Tom went out it always ended in an argument. “Oh yeah because it’s so draining to flirt with a bartender?” he said in a sarcastic tone. You were out at a bar, dancing and having a good time celebrating the victory of you and your boyfriend’s favorite hockey team, the New Jersey Devils. Drinking wasn’t much of an option in your life because your boyfriend would drink his weight every game, no matter the outcome, leaving you with a drunken boyfriend who had a knick for picking fights. This one time though, it was different. You hadn’t touched a drink all night until the bartender offered you a beer on the house. Originally you were going to say no but decided a free beer is a free beer and took it. Unfortunately for you, Tom had “caught” you and started screaming at the bartender and yourself, creating a scene that caused the both of you to get kicked out of the bar. “Tom I wasn’t flirting with anyone! I had one beer because the bartender offered a free drink gosh why is that so hard for you to understand?” You said trying to breathe but it felt more like you were forcing the air down before discarding it when you had your fix. “Fuckin Slut” Tom replied with a slur before falling face first onto your shared couch. You didn’t know what to do, hell you couldn’t even speak. Never in your 2 years of dating has he called you a slut, even when he was black out drunk. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes as you looked at the twenty something year old lying on the couch. “I can’t do this anymore” you whispered before grabbing a back pack and filling it with as many of your belonging as you could.

6 months later

“No, absolutely not.” you said to your friend Nicole. “Come on, it’s been 6 months and the most fun you’ve had was lunch with your mom” she begged. “Nicole I am not going to a bar” you said whilst shrugging. “Give me one good reason.” You sat on your bed cris crossed while thinking about it, and to be honest there wasn’t any reason why you shouldn’t be going to this bar. “Exactly, now get changed I’ll call an Uber in 20 minutes, we are getting drunk!!” She said stupidly while pulling you out of the bed.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, completely shocked. The past 6 months of your life felt like hell so you never really went out meaning there was no reason for you to dress up. Right now you were wearing a little black dress, black and sliver sparkling stilettos, a silver clutch, and your hair was curled and damnit you had to admit that you clean up nicely. “oh my” Nicole said as she walked behind you “marry me?” she said “shut up nic” you said while walking out of the door. “Whatever you say sexy” she said while giving your ass a slight smack.

As you walked into the bar the smell of liquor burned through your nose. The place was packed, people everywhere. “Nic I’m not so sure about this, it’s crazy full here” you said hesitantly hoping your brunette friend agreed and would head back to your apartment, knowing that wasn’t happening. “Nice try, let’s go get some drinks the bartenders hot” she said while grabbing your arm leading you through the crowd. As you both made it to the counter you decided to ask the bartender what all the craze was for, “Why’s it busy? The Devils won tonight and they came here for their victory of course” he said like it was obvious before handing you your drink. This intrigued you, causing your legs to move faster than your mind and begin walking around the bar completely ditching your friend. You had walked for maybe 30 seconds until you saw a group of men huddling around a game of beer pong but one caught your eye. The centre for the New Jersey Devils, Jack Hughes. His eyes were focused on the cup opposite to him and his fingers clasped around a small ping pong ball. He was very precise with his movements and as you had anticipated, he sunk the ball. “Oh come on” the man on the other side groaned before drinking the beer in the cup. Jacks eyes then flashed around the bar before landing on you looking up and down, his eyebrows raising slightly. You kept your cool before remember that it had been 6 months and you were no longer with Tom, meaning you deserved to have a little fun. You walked over to Jack, “staring is rude you know?” you said thinking it would cause him to choke up, unbeknownst to you he just stood there a smirk playing at his lips. “I’m Jack” he said “y/n” Oh you definitely deserved this.

A few months later

“He called me a slut, which is when I decided I couldn’t deal with it anymore” you said while Jack listened. You were currently laying your head in jacks lap telling him about your ex while he played with your hair. “And for six months I had no idea what to do with my life, but then I found you in that stupid bar” you said while looking up at the toothy grin splattered across his lips. “It was worth it for once, going through all of that to end up with you.” you said while sitting up and rubbing your palm against jacks cheek. Jacks gaze faltered to your lips before attaching them to his own.

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A Jealous Hokage XII

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader x Obito

Summery: You have a second fight with Kakashi shortly before you are attacked by Aoto. Kakashi finally give you what you want.

Warnings: NSFW, fingering, unprotected penetration, violence, Sexual Assault (please begin chapter after the green stars if this triggers you)

Word Count: 9.1k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

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A/N: It's finally here! Sorry it took so long to write! There were several plot choices I mulled over. I also wanted to post both 12 and 13 close together but since they're both crazy long, it took forever 😅

You came to work on Monday with an uneasy aura around you. Shiho was glad that you weren’t gone but it wasn’t the same. She missed the old you. She looked out the corner of her eye, stealing glances of you fuming at your desk. You slam your palms down on the wood and look up, startling her.

“I’ve had enough of this.”

You scoot your chair back and leave your office, headed to the Hokage. On your way there you come across Aoto. You glare at him before looking down and slipping by.

“Hold on there, gorgeous.”

He reaches out and grabs onto your hips as you walk past.

“Don’t touch me!”

You whip around and slap your palm into his face. He staggers back rubbing his cheek growling at you.

“Oh you’re going to regret that ‘Angel’”

“Doubt it.”

You sneer at him. You were already in a foul mood. You look at him with a fever in your eyes daring him to come at you again. You were itching to kick someone's ass. If it couldn’t be Kakashi then Aoto’s cocky mouth would make a fantastic substitute. He looks at you up and down with a mix of hunger and anger. You watch as his mind calculates his next move and he ultimately decides to move on.

You stare at his retreating figure as he leaves and rounds the corner before you finally turn back around and continue towards Kakashi’s office. Now toe to toe with the double doors, you pause. Once more taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to calm down before you twist the handle.

Stepping inside, you see Kakashi sitting behind his desk like always. However, he looked his most disheveled yet. It seemed all your relationship did anymore was bring both of you pain. You were no longer happy and in love. You were miserable and falling apart. His hair was in his face, his headband, normally centered on his forehead, was on the floor by his chair. You weren’t even sure if he showered. He seemed muskier than normal, the smell of his shampoo and cologne long faded away. But when he saw your presence he sat up straight. Nothing but longing in his eyes. He felt sorry for snapping at you but he couldn’t stand the idea of you risking your life. It hurts you to see him like this. You felt your chest tighten and your hands shake. You loved him. You loved him so much it hurt, but everything you had been through recently pushes to the front of your mind.

“Kakashi, I’d like to revisit my request to rejoin the field.”

“Stop.”

“Kakashi-”

“No.”

“But-”

“No. We’re not doing this again.”

“Lord Sixth, please…” you look back up at him pleading. A tear starts to leak out of your eye. “Just allow me to be far away from this place. From these people. From all the events that hurt me recently.” A tear slips from Kakashi’s eye too. He rounds his desk and reaches for you, pulling you into his chest and holding you close to him.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

“Kashi please, it’s thanks to you that I’m in this mess.”

His fingers tighten

“How many times have you asked me how you can fix this? This is how! Let me go!”

The pieces of his heart felt like they were shattering and being ground into sand. “I can’t” he says, defeated with tears welling in his eyes. He pulls you into him closer, the salty pearls spilling past his lash line. But you push him away, breaking the embrace.

You turn on your heel and leave his office heading straight towards the bathroom. You were hyperventilating. Yes, your feelings for Obito have grown over these past few weeks. Yes, you had thought about leaving Kakashi for him. But your feelings for Obito were nothing compared to your feelings for Kakashi. The intensity to which your heart ached for him. Every time you’re apart and you see him again it hurts your entire body. You felt crushed. You could barely breathe. You were gasping for air, tears pouring down your face. You missed him. You loved him. You wanted life to go back to how it was. You were so mad at him for doing this to you but you couldn’t help and bawl over the fact that he was suffering too. Your head was swimming. You went to stagger over to the paper towels to wipe your face but your feet couldn’t move.

Your feet couldn’t move…

You blink a few times before your eyes dart up. There was a man in the bathroom with you. His face was familiar but who was he? Pulse quickening, your mind struggles to put it together before clarity hits. He was one of the men standing behind Aoto in the lunchroom.

“What do you want?” you scoff.

“You’re awfully mouthy for a cry baby.”

“That’s a lot of tough talk from a guy standing in the women’s room. Why don’t you come closer and see how much of a cry baby I am?”

Your emotions were a roller coaster and you welcomed anyone who’d come along and challenge you right now. “Let’s see how much of a man you are once I’m done with you.”

The man scoffs, “Some shinobi you are, you didn’t even realize you were being followed.”

He had a sick cocky grin on his face and you found it infuriating. It was true, you had been too overcome with emotion to realize he had followed you in here but you could still kick his ass.

“Why don’t you release this tedious jutsu and fight me shinobi to shinobi.”

“Stupid little bitch. Using ninjutsu is part of fighting like a shinobi.”

“Fine, if that’s how you feel.”

The corner of your mouth tugs up as you look up at him through furrowed brows, hands weaving into mind transfer jutsu. You entered the shinobi’s consciousness and watched your body fall in front of the sink. As soon as you made your way inside his brain you released the pesky jutsu that had glued your feet to the floor. You were about to return to your own body so you could choke out this creep when you hear another voice behind you.

“Good job, Aoi. She’ll be more cooperative like this.”

You turn around and see two more men approach, the voice in question belonging to Aoto. Your possessed assailant's face twists into a look of disgust as you react to seeing who was behind the bathroom confrontation.

“Aoi, what’s wrong with your face?”

Using Aoi’s body, you attack Aoto.

“Aoi, what the hell are you doing?!” He shouts.

You follow Obito’s training to the letter. Taking on both men at once. Using the fact that they were afraid to use full force on their friend to your advantage. You channel Aoi’s chakura in his fist and swing on Aoto.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you!”

You didn’t answer, you just kept hurling their friend’s knuckles at them, sweeping their legs and protecting your real body from their ill intents. They made you sick and as you fight you could hear Aoi’s consciousness shouting at you. He was angry at ‘the bitch who took control of his body.’ but you were more angry at the perv who agreed to attack you three on one.

“Aoto, I don’t think that’s Aoi!” says the third man

“What do you mean?! Of course it’s Aoi!”

“No, isn’t this girl a member of the Yamanaka clan?”

Fuck, they’re figuring it out.

“Yeah, so?”

“So all we have to do is go for her body and Aoi will be released.”

Shit.

The two men disengage and lunge towards your real body. Quickly, you return to your body just in time to escape from the third attacker’s clutches. All three jonin jump on you. You fend them off, trying to make your way towards the exit. Kicking, punching, and even channeling chakra into your face to head butt your way through them. You’d be proud of yourself for being a chunin who could hold her own against three jonin if you weren’t so terrified of the outcome if you didn’t. The thought completes just as you feel it again. Aoi restrains you once more by freezing your feet to the floor.

You panic as the men close in. You shout the only word that flashed into your mind.

“KASHI!!”

“Aww, you calling your boyfriend to come save you?”

“KAKASHI! HEL-”

A hand wraps over your mouth. “Be quiet, slut. It’ll be better for you if you just accept your fate.”

You bite his hand as you grab his wrist and elbow, using your face as leverage to fracture his arm. Even if it’s not a full blown break, you hurt him pretty good. Your feet might be useless but you can still fight.

“BITCH!”

He makes to punch you in the eye with his other arm when Aoto stops him.

“Not the face! I want to keep her pretty.”

Aoto eyes you hungrily while the unknown third man punches you in the gut. You almost throw up from the blow coughing and spitting as you clutch your abdomen.

“Just you fucking wait for when it’s my turn.”

Your already aching stomach twists as you process the implication of his words. Oh gods, please let Kakashi have heard me.

“Well, well, well, is someone having trouble in paradise? Coming to the bathroom in tears I see. Looks like you’re in need of some comfort.” Aoto says, striding towards your trapped body, staying just beyond your reach. You were wild with rage and fear. “I’d love to get a taste of how the hokage’s favorite pussy feels wrapped around my cock. You want that too, don’t you pretty girl?”

“Go to hell!” You spit in his face but internally you're panicking. Oh gods, please let someone walk in, anyone!

You go to weave more hand signs, you need to use mind confusion and get yourself free but then your arms are restrained behind you. Aoto’s bravery reaches full height and he strides all the way up to you, pushing his body against yours. The strained erection hiding in his pants can be felt against your hip. Hot tears start to run down your cheeks, realizing you were trapped. No one was coming to help you. This was actually going to happen.

“Don’t cry, baby, you’re gonna hurt my feelings.”

He starts grinding his hardened member into your leg as he begins to run his hands up and down your body. Goosebumps erupt on your skin, spreading all over, terrified of his touch.

“You’re a bad little girl, using your pussy to manipulate our Hokage. It’s almost treacherous.”

His friends laugh as they watch you.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I won’t say anything to the black ops, just as long as you give each of us a turn.”

His right hand finds the button of your pants and he undoes it.

–

Kakashi sat in his office feeling beside himself. You were trying to leave him. You were throwing yourself in the arms of danger, trying to get yourself killed. Had he caused you that much misery? Had your comrades hurt you that bad?

He stood up. He had to find you, beg for you to stay and drop this nonsense of becoming active duty once and for all. You were everything to him and he couldn’t lose you.

“Kashi!!”

He heard it faint as a whisper. Was it the ghost of your relationship haunting him?

“Kakashi hel-”

No, that was real. Something was wrong. He bit his thumb before slamming his palm to the floor. A pack of dogs appeared before him.

“Find her.”

They immediately understood and dispersed.

Soon he heard howling coming from the women’s bathroom. He ran in to see Pakkun biting Aoto’s leg. His eyes met yours. He saw your unbuttoned pants, tear stained cheeks, and the bruising fractured arm of the man restraining you from behind. The rest of his hounds gathered at the entrance of the bathroom, growling at the three Jonin, waiting for the order to attack. Kakashi’s body began radiating chakra and purple sparks of lightning. Thick and menacing, you had never sensed anything like it before. It was pure hatred.

The men attacking you lost their predatory smiles. Looks of fear soon taking their place. In an instant Kakashi whipped six kunai out of his pocket and threw all of them at once. Each blade cut the tendons in their shoulders causing their arms to fall limp at their sides. The restraining pressure of the jutsu release and your feet were free. You ran towards Kakashi who pushed you behind him. As you stumbled backwards some of his dogs moved in front of you, continuing to bare their teeth at the men.

Kakashi first rounded on Aoi and the unknown man whose arm you fractured. He punched each of them in the face so hard they both fell to the ground. You wondered if they were dead as you watched their bodies limply crash onto the floor.

Aoto could be heard whimpering as he backed towards the corner. He knew he was next. Petrified at the realization of how helpless he was, unable to fight without use of his arms. He couldn’t so much as weave hand signs to protect himself. Kakashi’s wrath now turned towards him.

“You dare to touch her.”

“This is all a misunderstanding, my Lord.”

Kakashi grabbed his arm and broke it over his knee. Aoto hollered in pain.

“You dared to TOUCH HER!”

Aoto was quaking in fear. One broken arm wasn’t enough to quench Kakashi’s anger. He reached for Aoto’s other arm and broke that one over his knee in the same manner. The screams were enough to curdle your blood as you saw how the bone punctured through his skin. You watched the scene unfold, horrified, watching the crimson liquid drip onto the tile below. Kakashi’s dogs moved forward, grabbing the two unconscious shinobi and dragging them out of the bathroom, presumably headed towards the hospital.

“Y/N!”

You jumped at the way Kakashi shouted your name. “Which hand did he use to unbutton your pants?”

“Kashi-”

“WHICH HAND!”

“Th-the right one.” you whispered, terrified.

Kakashi kicked Aoto to the ground and grabbed his right hand, proceeding to break each and every one of his fingers. Some of the digits were snapped backwards, some to the side, but all of them displaced into unnatural positions. The sound of the shattering bone sent tremors down your spine. The man was reduced to a puddle of hysterics, shamefully begging and pleading for Kakashi to stop. You see him move to rip off Aoto’s fingernails when you speak up.

“Kakashi! He-he’s had enough” you half heartedly cry.

It’s true, he was scum and he deserved this. Aoto surely wouldn’t have shown you any mercy had Kakashi not come and rescued you when he did but you couldn’t stand seeing him behave like this. It was breaking your heart to see him so cruel.

Aoto is sobbing as he looks down at his mutilated hand. Blood soaking his clothes, shattered bone poking through the skin and slicing blood vessels. Kakashi kneels behind Aoto and wraps his arm around your attacker’s neck. Aoto’s bloodshot eyes stare up at you, pleading for his life. You stare back at him with a mix of disgust and horror.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you.” Kakashi snarled, choking the life out of the man.

“I-sor-ry” the man gasped under Kakashi’s grip.

His face turned blue and he passed out from hypoxia.

Your knees became jelly at the sight and you fall to the floor. Kakashi runs over to catch you in his arms. He redoes the button of your pants and scoops you up, carrying you to his office. You bury your face in his neck. Your eyes briefly look up over his shoulder at the scene behind you. The largest of his dogs pulled Aoto out of the bathroom by the cloth of his shirt and dragged him in the direction of the hospital wing. Tears continuously seep out of your eyes, soaking his vest as your fingers clutch him, clinging to him for safety.

*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*

When he reaches his office he walks all the way to his chair and sits down with you balled up in his lap. The tears continue to flow as he starts to rock you. He didn’t care if he had to sit there with you for a week. He’d hold you the rest of his life if it meant he could bring you comfort.

He felt like it was his fault. He put a target on your back. Aoto would've never touched you if it weren’t for him. The guilt of everything, the job, the fangirls, the gossip, this…it was too much and he snapped.

“I’m sorry Angel. I’m so sorry.” He began to cry. “Everything's my fault. It’s all my fault.”

He continued to rock you.

“I’ll let you go. If it keeps you safe. If it makes you happy to go back into the field, I’m done standing in your way.” He was sobbing into you while you cling onto him for dear life.

At that moment you didn’t want to be anywhere else. Just in his arms…always in his arms.

“Kashi, thank you...” You bury into him more, tears still spilling out of your eyes.

“I love you Y/N”

“I love you too.”

Your arms clamor their way around his neck. Squeezing him in your desperate attempt at comfort.

“Good cause I won’t leave your side…ever.”

You feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach as goosebumps simultaneously wash over your skin.

“Let’s go home.” He whispers

“Okay”

The two of you silently exit the building holding hands, making your way to his house. You kept your heads down to avoid all the shocked stares. All the gawking faces. All the whispers. Both of you walked away with red puffy eyes to a secluded corner of the world where only you and Kakashi existed. As soon as you’re through the door Kakashi brushes your cheek.

“You must be exhausted, my Angel. Let’s get you to bed.”

He was right, though it was just after noon, you were exhausted. The fight, the fear, the horrible screams, all of it drained you. It was a sobering morning and it felt like you hadn’t slept in a week. He guides you over to his bed and pulls back the covers for you.

You slip in between the cool gray sheets. Him following behind. His arms clung around you, rubbing circles on your back as he pressed his face against your cheek. His musky scent and the remnants of his laundry detergent on his clothes fill your nostrils. The comforting scent centering you and making you feel at home. You slip into a deep sleep before your mind can relive the events of the day and you sleep through the entire afternoon, evening, and night. Not waking till the next morning.

You stir in Kakashi’s arms. He hasn’t let go of you since he carried you from the bathroom.

“How are you feeling?”

You hear his soothing voice crystal clear. There wasn’t even a drop of grogginess to be heard. Clearly he had been awake for hours but refused to let you go or leave your side. You tuck your head back into his chest before you whisper back.

“I’m okay.”

He tightens his arms around you.

“There may be questions about the events of yesterday. You don’t have to say anything.”

“I know.”

“I’ll handle all of it. Just stay in your office with Shiho and I’ll send Obito to guard you in case anyone is thinking of seeking revenge.”

He may still be furious with Obito for sneaking around behind his back and training you but he can always count on Obito to keep you safe. You felt he was going a bit overboard by enlisting Obito as a body guard. You were sure no one would dare seek revenge after seeing Aoto’s hand but it was comforting to you and anyways, you just wanted to keep listening to his voice.

“After I get all of yesterday’s business handled I’ll begin working on your field assignment.”

A wave of relief washed over you. You should be shaken and traumatized but hearing those words brought you peace. You’d be leaving the village. You’d be able to leave all this behind. You’d go deal with problems that can be solved by stabbing and punching your way through them. You silently hug Kakashi and he kisses the top of your head.

You go to get out of bed and get ready for the day, though it was proving a bit difficult since Kakashi refused to let you go. He insisted on keeping some point of contact with you the entire time. In the shower he washed you. When you were done, he dried you off with your towel. He kept an arm around your waist while the both of you brushed your teeth. He rested his hands on your shoulders while you did your hair. Even when you were changing into your clothes, he held your hand the entire time. His insistence to not let go of you made it hard to pull the fabric over your body.

You felt that the events of yesterday must have scared Kakashi just as much as you. You wonder what went through his mind when he found you in the state you were in but you quickly push the thought out of your mind, not ready to address your feelings about the incident. You instead choose to focus on the present. You lifted Kakashi’s hand to your lips before looking up at his worried face.

“You sure you’re okay?”

You silently nod. He purses his lips but doesn’t push the topic further. Instead Kakashi walks you to headquarters where there are several members of the police force, the medical team, the elders, and the Anbu waiting for him.

“Kakashi what the hell happened yesterday?! And where have you been!” Homura demanded.

“I’ll answer your questions in a moment, Lord Homura.”

Kakashi turned to his Anbu guards, “I need you to fetch Obito and have him go directly to Y/N’s office.” he then pivots to a second guard, “And I need you to stay with her the entire day. Do not leave her side.”

“Kashi, I’ll be fine. I don’t need a bodyguard.”

The severe look he gives you tells you to shut it and just accept the protection. It wasn’t for you, it was for Kakashi’s own peace of mind.

“I’ll come get you later.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

He gives you a long hug before releasing you and turning to the room full of expectant officials waiting for an explanation. You leave Kakashi and head straight to your office just as he asked you to do. The Anbu officer at your side still lost as to what happened, having no clue what got him reassigned to guarding you and only able to jump to conclusions.

You make it to your office and see Shiho rush to you, enveloping you in a tight embrace.

“What the hell happened yesterday?! You never came back and when I went to find you, the women’s bathroom had become a crime scene. You and Kakashi were missing…” She started to sniffle, “The entire building was buzzing with gossip… I was so scared.”

You hug her back and hear Obito enter the room. He must have used Kamui to get to you as fast as he did.

“Princess!”

You turn but his arms are around you before you can fully face him.

“Why the fuck did three unconscious jonin get dragged to the hospital yesterday by Kakashi’s hounds?”

You go to answer him, opening your mouth. You see the Anbu soldier look at you with interest out of the corner of your eye. Shiho stares at you expectantly, but you can’t make the words leave your lips. They simply sit on the tip of your tongue. Your eyes dart back and forth between Obito and Shiho, mouth agape before tears spill out. The two of them return to hugging you, letting you cry in their arms.

“I’m sorry. I’m not ready to talk about it.”

“That’s fine. I’ll find out from Kakashi later.” he says as he holds you. His strong arms envelop you and make you feel calm and safe. His hugs always made you feel better.

Once you calm down you go to your desk. You sit down and sift through the paperwork that was deposited there in your absence. Even though you were leaving for the field, you decided to start reading the assignments and work on them. Who knew how long Kakashi was going to be held up explaining his attack on the three men. Plus neither of you had any clue if they regained consciousness and what tale they spun to the confused medical team treating their wounds. The good news is that you had a lunchroom full of people who have witnessed how Aoto would speak to you, and Kakashi’s hounds were summoning animals who could talk so they would be able to corroborate what happened.

You sit up straight and close your eyes taking a deep soothing breath. You felt that Obito and the Anbu guard should at least have a clue why they were with you and know who to guard you from. Timidly, you spoke out into the silent room.

“Aoto…Aoto and his friends attacked me in the bathroom yesterday.”

You open your eyes and see Obito’s face. It held the same horrifying severe glare that Kakashi wore when he found you.

“Attacked you how?” He asks through clenched teeth.

You swallow and his suspicions are confirmed.

“Why are they still breathing?” he whispers with rage

“Obito, don’t.” you panic, starting to fear he’d act the same terrifying way that Kakashi had.

“They should be banished from the village!”

“I’m sure they’ll be arrested and dealt with, Obito. Kakashi will follow the proper steps.” Shiho interjected, seeing the look on your face.

She could tell there was more. Something about how Kakashi saved you yesterday must have scared you. Seeing Obito’s features bear the same look appeared to be frightening you.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You look down and shake your head side to side. Your eyes look back up at Shiho. “Kakashi…what he did… the way Aoto screamed…” you fell silent.

“What did he do?”

Obito chimes in, already knowing the answer. “According to the nurses all five fingers on the guy's right hand were broken along with both his arms. The tendons in his shoulders were sliced, one fingernail is missing, and he was choked till he was unconscious.”

Shiho looked horrified as the smile on Obito’s face grew. “Serves the piece of shit right.”

Shiho looks back at you. “And you saw him do this?”

“...He asked me which hand touched me.”

She gasps.

The Anbu officer posted by the door can be heard whispering, “Damn”

“I don’t want to talk about it any more.”

“Of course.”

You go back to reading the assignments on your desk in silence. Quiet tears beginning to dampen your cheeks.

*************************************************

Meanwhile in the Hokage’s office Kakashi was busy making arrangements for the arrest and trials of the three jonin involved in yesterday’s incident. The nursing staff who had been treating the men seemed uneasy in Kakashi’s presence. The calm, put together man in front of them was responsible for the horrific mangled state of Aoto. It truly frightened them. It was no secret that there was a time when Kakashi was deemed ‘cold blooded’ but those times were well over a decade ago. The reminder of the person he could become chilled everyone in the room.

Once the group had been dismissed, Kakashi sat down to work on your reassignment. He wasn’t sure which team to put you with. There were no gaps that needed filling. All teams were full and you weren’t skilled enough to be promoted to a position like Jonin leader or Anbu. You were a Chunin when you were last in the field. Admittedly you seemed stronger than last time around but not enough to grant you a promotion.

Maybe he could partner you with one of his most trusted Jonin who led individual missions. Sasuke would be ideal. He was scouting the earth looking for intel on the Otsutsuki clan amongst ancient ruins. Your skills would be exceedingly useful. But Sasuke’s missions were some of the most dangerous in the five great nations. If he were to run into a member of the god-like clan, Sasuke would narrowly escape with his own life, let alone protecting yours.

Kakashi’s thoughts are interrupted when he hears a knock at the door and looks up to see Obito enter.

“My orders were for you to stay with her the entire day. Why isn’t she with you?”

“She asked me to leave.”

“Why would she do that?”

“Something about my face looking too much like yours.”

“What’d she mean by th-”

“Apparently we have the same homicidal face when we want to protect her.”

Kakashi swallowed.

“I didn’t realize I scared her that much.”

“She’s got the Anbu guard with her. She’ll be fine. How’s it going in here?”

“I’m trying to figure out how to get her out of the village as fast as possible.”

Obito perked up. “You’re going to let her rejoin the field?”

“I don’t know who to pair her with.”

“Why not me?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Kakashi glares up at Obito through furrowed brows.

“Clearly you trust me to protect her. You assigned me to guard her today.”

“In public where there are witnesses. You’re not stupid enough to make a move on her surrounded by comrades.”

Obito clenched his jaw ignoring Kakashi’s insult. “Of everyone at your disposal you know I won’t let anything happen to her. I’d protect her with my life.”

“And invite yourself inside her sleeping mat that very night. Not happening.”

“What, you don’t trust her? Is your relationship that fragile that you’re threatened by me?”

Now it was Kakashi’s turn to ignore his friend. “I’m thinking Naruto’s missions.”

“Why not Sasuke? At least his missions apply to her skill set.”

“I’ve already thought about that. I’m not going to risk her going up against the Otsutsuki.”

“Fair point”

“Naruto’s just as strong.”

“And an idiot”

“-And loyal. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her. He’ll keep her safe”

“I wouldn’t let anything happen to her either. If she were in danger I can pull her into my void.”

“No.”

“Kakashi-”

“No Obito! She will be paired with Naruto. Accept it. I’m not letting my girlfriend be alone with you in the woods for weeks at a time!”

Obito was furious. Yes he’d love to have that kind of time with you but it wasn’t about that. He didn’t feel comfortable letting you out of his sights. Especially not after what happened to you yesterday. He wasn’t there to protect you. He didn’t do a good enough job training you. The thought of you facing danger without him by your side to protect you was more than his fragile emotions could handle.

“Fine.” Obito turns to leave before he says anything he might regret.

“Report back tonight. You have your next mission in the morning.” Kakashi barks after Obito’s retreating figure.

“Got it.” he grumbles harshly as he storms away.

*************************************************

Kakashi summons Naruto to his office to brief him on the situation.

“You got it Kakashi-sensei. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“Thank you Naruto. Please wait here while I go get her.”

–

Your eyes widen with excitement as you hear the Anbu agent at your office door address his Hokage. Kakashi steps through the threshold to your expectant gaze. Dilated pupils, staring at him with puppy-like wonder. It melted his heart to see you so excited.

He sat down on the corner of your desk.

“Wanna come meet your new captain?”

You nodded eagerly.

The softest smile appeared under Kakashi’s mask, his eyes soaking in your happiness. It was the happiest he’d seen you since the gala. He grabbed your hand and led you to his office. The Anbu bodyguard following behind. When you enter through the oak doors of the familiar office you see the young blonde hero waiting for you.

“Naruto?”

“Yes, an exceptionally skilled ninja assigned to special rank missions. You have the same level of security clearance and will be assisting him on intel gathering and international relations.”

“I wasn’t aware you had your own unit.”

“He doesn’t. You will be a two man squadron.”

You felt a mix of emotions. You were excited by the classified missions you’d get to go on. It certainly was in your wheelhouse and similar to what you were doing here at headquarters but you also know the arrangement was Kakashi being over protective and assigning you a babysitter. …A babysitter many years younger than you at that. He was the same age as your little cousin though, he was extraordinarily powerful so you couldn’t complain.

“Pleased to officially meet you.” Naruto says with an outstretched hand.

“Likewise.” you say as you shake it.

It wasn’t really the first time you’d met. You had held intel briefings for the boy before but you worked much more closely with Shikamaru and Sasuke than you ever did with him. He seemed kind and warm; very different from his friends. You looked forward to spending time with him.

“Most of Naruto’s missions are to act as an ambassador for the Leaf. He is a well respected and liked figure so other nations are more willing to cooperate when we send him to their villages. Your presence during these visits will allow our negotiations to include swapping intel. You will look at any transcriptions they have on site, that way they don’t have to transport documents to our village. It will be a far more efficient use of our time.”

“So I’m a bargaining chip. My translation abilities for their cooperation.”

“Yes, you may be going on missions again but your mind is still one of the Leaf’s most valuable assets.”

You press your lips together but understand where Kakashi is coming from. You had been requested by several Kage to visit their villages to aid in intel efforts. Of course Kakashi would use this to the Leaf’s advantage the moment you offered yourself on a silver platter. It wasn’t quite what you had envisioned but you were happy nonetheless.

You give him a nod of understanding.

“I’ll send word to the Tsuchikage. I believe they have been the most anxious to work with you out of the bunch. I’ll summon you both once I hear back. You’re dismissed.”

Both Naruto and you bow before turning to leave. A huge smile stretched across your face. Kakashi’s genius once more impresses you. It was a well thought out idea. It almost amazed you he didn’t think of it sooner. Or, perhaps he did think of it sooner but refused to indulge in such an idea so as to not have you leave his protection. A small chuckle left your lips. It was probably the latter.

The Anbu that had been assigned to you turned his head. “What is it ma’am?”

“Just Kakashi.”

He gives you a questioning look.

“Do you think he came up with my mission today?”

“Didn’t he?”

You shake your head.

“I bet he had this idea his first week in office.”

“How did he know you’d plan to go back out on missions? I thought you had your sights set on department head back then.”

“I did. I don’t think he ever anticipated this, but he’d tell me how the other Kage would ask to borrow me. He probably refused them until now.”

You smile and continue to your office.

–

Shiho’s face lights up with excitement upon your return.

“How’d it go?”

“I’ll be working with Naruto.”

“Oh wow! How dangerous are these missions going to be?!”

“They’re not. I basically have a way over qualified babysitter while Kakashi barters my skills for international cooperation.”

Shiho chuckles. “I guess it was stupid of me to think for even a second he’d put you in any real danger.”

“Stupid indeed.”

Her face falls for a moment. “I’m gonna miss you.” She sighs as she rests her head in her hand. “I don’t want a new officemate.”

You stretch your lips into a half hearted smile. “I mean if everything had gone according to the original plan I wouldn’t have stayed your officemate anyways.”

“I know,” she says looking down and to the side. “But I’d still see you all the time. Now instead of being down the hall you’ll be across the world.”

“Hey, I’ll still visit.”

She looks up at you with a slightly annoyed smile. “It’s not the same and you know it.”

“I know.”

“Do you know when you leave?”

“Not yet.”

A light knocking interrupts the conversation.

“Excuse me Shiho, may I borrow Y/N?”

“Of course Lord Sixth.”

Kakashi’s eyes pan over to you.

“Care to walk with me?”

You smile and stand up. You stretch out your hand and he takes it in his, guiding you out into the hallway and towards the archives. In your early days the two of you spent a great deal of time sneaking around the vacant library. No one ever went in there. Only you and Sasuke ever seemed to be interested in the dusty abandoned shelves of the large intelligence wing of headquarters. And, to your great fortune, Sasuke was rarely in the village.

“Please stay posted at the door” he asks of your bodyguard.

“How long can I expect to have him follow me around?”

“Till I feel you are safe.”

You want to point out what a waste of resources it is and that the guy probably wants to be out doing real missions instead of watching the Hokage’s girlfriend but you maintain your silence and instead focus on Kakashi.

The two of you wander between aisles of bookcases, the fingers of your free hand gliding over the numerals as your eyes gloss over some of the titles.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

“You have to be aware how hard this is on me.”

“...I am.”

“You were just attacked yesterday and now I’m letting you out of the village. You’ll be somewhere I can’t rescue you. It’s…putting me on edge.”

“I thought that’s why you’re making Naruto babysit me.”

This comment is met with stony silence.

“Kakashi, Obito can always teleport to me if I’m in any real danger.”

His lips push together in a thin line, a hint of anger flashing across his face.

“Which also means he can teleport you to me if you need to get to me quickly.”

He pulls you into a hug, cradling your head with his hand.

“I know he trained you but when you get back I’d like to train you myself.”

“When I get back? Did you already get a response?”

He releases the hug and returns to just holding your hand.

“No, but I just so happened to get a raven from the Sand requesting your assistance. I’ll be sending you to them first and by the time you get back we’ll have a response from the Stone.”

“Oh. That was fast.”

He squeezes your hand. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting to send you off so soon but I think it might be best to have you out of the village till the dust settles with this Aoto business. Even if it’s hard to let you out of my sight right now.”

“Kashi…”

You stop and lift your head to face him fully, your thumb brushing his cheek. The look of pining consuming his features pulls you in. Your gaze falls to his covered mouth, your finger hooks the cloth of his mask, pulling it down and crashing your lips into his just like you did the first time you kissed here in these very archives.

His arms wrap around you, holding you with all the care in the world. Your hands slide up into his hair, pulling his face into yours.

In your haste you accidentally fall into the shelves, pulling him with you. The two of you giggle as you displace stacks of scrolls, knowing you’ll have to reorganize them before you leave. You push him up against the shelf pulling off his vest.

“You sure?” he asks

“Since when are you one to worry about sex at work?”

Admittedly the events of yesterday got him thinking and he didn’t want to be like this with you in public anymore. Not where a new assailant could be inspired and get the wrong idea about you.

“Kakashi, please?”

You weren’t used to being denied the chance to express your feelings for him. He nods his head and follows your lead, unable to say no to you. He lifted your shirt and brought his lips down the column of your neck, pressing tender kisses against the skin. You open the front of his pants but he doesn’t dare touch yours, so instead you take off your own. You step out of them and kick them over to the side to rest in a pile with both of your shirts.

“Come on baby” you say, pulling him down to the floor to lay above you.

He tenderly brushes his hand down your side before running a circle over the flesh of your behind. Your nails trace the muscles of his shoulders and arms as you open your knees, granting Kakashi access between your legs.

He understands and glides his hand over to your folds, running two fingers over the area before sinking them in. The pleasured moan you hum into his jaw fills him with euphoria. He begins to pump in and out of you, making sure to push into that sensitive spot only he knows about.

Your nails dig into him, small crescents occasionally making his skin.

Your lips suck at his neck. If you were going to be away from him, you wanted to mark him up so that he thought of you every time he took off his mask. Giving him the very same treatment he gave you. However each time he stroked you in just the right spot you had to take a break and catch your breath from how he stole it away.

A playful idea crosses your mind. You let your lips travel up to the only part of his neck that could be seen with his mask on, the skin behind his ear. His member twitches violently as your lips locked over the extremely sensitive skin. Grinding your pelvis up against him while sucking the area, drove him wild.

When you pulled back to admire your work he lowered his mouth to begin to return the favor. Soon, he realized that you were going to be acting as a diplomat. You couldn’t arrive in other countries covered in hickies. He had to preserve your appearance. You giggle at the small huff he makes when he thinks through his options.

Lowering his head he begins to suck on the soft tissue of your chest. None of your clothes would reveal love bites this low. These markings would be just for you when you changed. To remind you why you needed to get home safe. You kiss the top of he head between moans, the bruises making a tapestry across your skin. Your legs rub together, aching for him to be between them again. He was playing too much. You had needs.

“I know, Angel, I’m coming back.” he breathes into your skin

He gently licks each nipple before sitting up, kneeling himself between your legs and lining himself up with your slit. He rubs his shaft along your folds already dripping slick onto the floor. You see the precum pearling on his tip in the low lighting of the archives. Gazing at your face he sees your doe eyes drinking him in like you did that first night. It was like going all the way back to the start of your relationship. Back to the days when he was gentle with you. Terrified to hurt you, not realizing how much you enjoyed being tossed around.

But not today. Today wasn’t about passion. Today was about sending a message. He wants you to know how much he loves you. Wants to tell you that you have to come back to him at all costs. Leaving the village comes with the implied promise that you would always come home to him. No matter what.

His tip sinks in, immediately caressed by your warmth. His groan was matched by your gasp. The stretch of him pushing in always took your breath away. A small whine is emitted by you and your hips wiggle with him buried inside. You want him to start stroking but he takes a moment to stare into your eyes. His fingertips lightly playing in your hair.

Both of your hands come to each side of Kakashi’s face, pulling his lips towards yours as you roll your hips. He smiles and surrenders to your neediness. Beginning to rut into you, stroking into your adorable puffy pussy, giving it the attention you were begging for. Choked moans fill the air as he works in and out of you, his length massaging your gummy walls.

Your hands slide from his cheeks back to his hair, pulling on his tresses lightly as you fall into pleasure. He punctuates each inward motion with a slight upward thrust that hits a sensitive spot making you mewl for him. His lips pressing chaste kisses against your cheeks.

You whisper his name along with sweet nothings as you become lost in the moment. You were reconnecting, returning to the way things were. A much needed reset before you left his side for who knows how long. The thoughts of how he could spend the rest of his life like this return to his memory. The absolute bliss of your walls sucking him in clouds his mind. Grunts from his chest are breathed into your neck as his strokes begin to increase in speed.

He cradles your head, pulling your chest close to his. You nuzzle into the curve of his neck just like how he was buried into yours. He hits a harsher pace when he lifts his face up. His weight shifting backwards as he looked down on you, his hands lightly gripping your hips as you lay splayed beneath him. He smiled down at you, admiring how your body looked each time his hips collided into yours.

He lifted your right leg and brought it over to lay on top of your left one. Gently taking you sideways. Your hands reached down looking for his. He grabs onto you, intertwining his fingers with yours. Pulling you into him through the hold. Your eyes locked upon each other. Unspoken love communicated with a single stare.

The smile that stretches your lips swallows him whole. His strokes become harsh and purposeful. Each time aiming for that squishy spot deep inside you. The one that makes you see stars. His head lulls back as you constrict around him.

“Yes Angel, that’s it.”

“Kakashi…”

He lets go of your hands to hold your body covetously. Pulling you down on him so he can hit your deepest parts. Your moans swell with your pleasure. “Yes Kakashi, right there”

He keeps plunging in. He adjusts your legs to his favorite position, one between his legs, the other over his shoulder. A position that allows him all the way in.

“Oh fuck! Thank you Lord Sixth.”

He closes his eyes as they roll backwards. You always know what to say. He grinds into you, slowing the roll of his hips to savor the depth. You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders. Your eyes watering under him, looking up at him waiting for him to reopen his own and see you pleading for him to make you both finish.

He takes a deep breath as you squeeze around him before he reopens his lids and finally sees the polite request you’re making with your gaze. He leans down and kisses your nose, acquiescing.

He begins to pump faster. Building his speed with each forward snap of his hips. The ridge of his mushroom tip dragging along your velvet walls that suck him back into your cavern. You pant and feel out of breath as he plummets fore and aft.

“Gonna cum…” you whisper, fingernails biting into him.

“Cum for me Angel. Cream around your Hokage’s cock.”

You nod your head and let yourself release, fully relaxing around him. He looks down to see the ring of your sweet fluids wrap around his base.

“Oh fuck, Angel”

He feels how your walls flutter closed around him as you orgasm with him inside of you. He loses all ability to hold back and suddenly you feel hot ropes fill you up. He gently pumps his spend deeper inside of you aiming to keep it in there for the rest of the day.

You lift your head to reach for his lips. He pushes his mouth into yours, slowly deepening the kiss as he grows soft inside of you. The two of you swirling your tongues together as you hum into each other’s mouths. You close the kiss by pulling back and giving him several pecks along his jaw and the corners of his mouth.

“You realize I’m gonna spend the rest of the day worrying about this spilling out of me.”

“Opps.”

“Psh, you probably did that intentionally.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. The two of you sit up, your legs threaded around his waist as you sit between his knees. He wishes he could spend the rest of the day on the floor with you but he knows your sudden departure means there are plenty of intel projects that need to be redirected to other task managers on top of all the responsibilities he ignored yesterday.

“We have a lot of work to do before you leave tomorrow.”

“I know…”

You sit with your foreheads resting against each other.

You close your eyes and focus on feeling him. Feeling his pulse, hearing his breathing, sensing his warmth between your legs.

“Should we get going?”

You take a deep breath. “...yeah”

You lean over and grab your clothes, beginning to put them on when you feel a glob of him slip out of your cunt. You make a face and Kakashi cracks up.

“I knew you did it intentionally…”

“I didn’t but I can’t say I have any regrets.”

–

After reorganizing the scrolls you displaced, you meet up with your Anbu agent at the entrance of the archives. He eyes the two of you suspiciously, noting your flushed skin, messy hair, and the hearts etched into both of your eyes as you look at each other. You finish your work day and Kakashi picks you up at your office to walk you home, spending the night at your place before he has to say goodbye to you the next day.

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“Oh hey Obito.” Naruto greets as he enters the Hokage’s office. The early rays of the sun spilling through the window.

“Hey Naruto.”

“What are you doing here?”

“New mission. You?”

“Same.”

“With Y/N?”

“Yeah.” He scratches the back of his head knowing that Obito wished to be in his position. “You seen them?”

“They’re probably coming in together.”

“Oh yeah, that’d make sense.”

Just then you and Kakashi rush through the door. Kakashi strides over to his desk while you take your place by Naruto’s side.

“Good Morning!” You chipper

“Morning Y/N!” Naruto responds.

Obito however, is stunned into silence. He stares at you, soaking in the view of you in your uniform. You exude confidence in your Chunin vest layered over a fishnet undershirt. His eyes drop to the navy stretch pants covering your legs. His gaze lingering over the bandaging wrapped around your upper thigh to hold your knife holster in place. Your painted toenails poke out of your standard issue sandals and Obito feels his chest pang knowing he’s going to be thinking about this view his entire mission. It was truly cruel of Kakashi to brief both missions at the same time. He pulls his gaze away from you and towards Kakashi who is glaring at him disapprovingly. Obito feels guilty and drops his gaze.

“Obito, you had time to go over the details last night?”

“Yes Lord Sixth.”

“Any questions before you head out?”

“If I run into any enemy nin?”

“Eliminate them quietly.”

“Understood.”

“You’re dismissed.”

Obito bows and turns to leave, giving you one last longing glance that you catch. You swallow as you register his meaningful look before fixing your gaze in front of you.

“Y/N, Naruto, Gaara’s intelligence team has found three large stone tablets in ruins on the border of the nation. Apparently none of his translators know what they say but he thinks they could be connected to the actions of a band of rogue shinobi. You are to go to the capital and meet with his intelligence officers, then travel together to the location of the tablets.”

Both of you nod

“Naruto, she doesn’t leave your sight. She is never to be alone with anyone. Even if the Sand tells you it is classified information and asks you to leave the room, her safety always takes priority. Do you understand?”

“Understood Kakashi-sensei.”

Kakashi rounds his desk and grabs your hands. “Stay safe. Don’t do anything reckless.”

You blush and look down. “I won’t. I promise.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too”

Kakashi presses a long kiss to your lips. “See you in a few days.”

“See you in a few days.”

His fingers slip from yours as you pull away and walk out the door. Kakashi feels his heart drop watching you leave.

Naruto looks back over his shoulder and gives Kakashi a reassuring nod. The two exchange an unspoken conversation in just one look and understand each other before Naruto faces forward and lengthens his stride to catch up with you as you make your way to leave the village.

Part 13

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