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hyperfixated-gvf · 11 months

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Stroke Me

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Reader | Rated Explicit | Words: 6.3k

Warnings: Language, smut, handjobs, edging, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, m. sub kinda

Summary: Danny comes home from tour with a newfound kink and finally gets the chance to try it out with you.

Author's Note: Uhh...so, about a month and a half after I said I would have this to you guys...ta da?

18+ / MINORS DNI

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The domestic bliss of ‘just home from tour’ was one of the only good things about Danny being gone for so long, so often. Sure, you were grateful that he was doing what he loved with people he loved. Yes, it was cool that he got to see the world and then play for more people who loved him.

But when you were stuck at home at night, unable to call him because of time differences and so, so lonely, you found yourself thinking of days and nights exactly like this one.

You had both woken with the sun, no alarms, and had breakfast in your pajamas. After that? You’d put on a record and cleaned the house up a bit, then spent the rest of the day doing nothing at all, with nowhere to be, no one to talk to about band stuff, and no distractions from simply existing in the same space again.

Now, showered and ready for bed again, Danny approached you from behind as you were shutting a dresser drawer, his strong arms tightening around you as he gently swayed you to an inaudible rhythm. Smiling as you overlaid your hands with his, you willfully relaxed back, turning your head into him to take a deep breath. “Hey, handsome.”

This part of existing in the same space again was another blessing. On most of those lonely nights, you simply wished for him to be there to hold you, for his weight to create the familiar dip in the mattress that, when absent, made you feel like you were sleeping off-kilter. But on some nights…just being in the same time zone to hear his voice rumble through the line and talk you through your loneliness would have been enough.

“Hello, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear, holding you flush against him.

You were so close that you felt the slight tension in his abdomen that he held when he was a little nervous about something. Squeezing him where you held his forearms, you craned your head to look at him softly. “Is everything alright?”

He didn’t hesitate before nodding. “Yeah…yeah, I was just– I was wondering if maybe you’d be up to try something a little different tonight.”

Already assuming that he meant in bed, all of the filthy possibilities that sprang up in your mind dried your throat out and redistributed the wetness to another part of your body. Nodding enthusiastically, you turned around, cupping Danny’s jaw in your hands as you smiled and teased, “Of course, baby. But, I have to know…my dirty boy didn’t make the TSA agents rummage through chains and whips, did he?”

Danny rolled his eyes playfully, clicking his tongue as he answered, “Damn, you caught me. I knew the rattling in my suitcase would give me away when I got home.”

You laughed and leaned in to kiss him, your lips lingering much longer than you had intended them to. By the time you took them back, Danny’s wide palms were already splayed against your back and inching underneath your pajama top, which you had been fully aware would be taken off immediately when you’d slipped it on, but the act of undressing each other in these early homestay days never got old. “Well, with the way I attacked you as soon as you’d set foot in the doorframe, you could have had a siren going off in there and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

Danny nipped at your cheekbone and led you back towards the bed. “It’s an attack I’ll never grow tired of, believe me.”

Letting Danny scoot you both up towards the bed frame, you trailed a fingertip through the thatch of chest hair he’d been growing, thinking about moving to straddle him fully but deciding the muscle of his thigh was a very nice pressure point for you. “Well, if it’s not chains and whips, what is this new thing, then? You’ve got my full attention.”

“Um…” Danny seemed to grow bashful for a second, and he fiddled with the waistband of your sleep shorts to avoid looking at you. “It’s just something that I– I dunno, found out that I really like this past tour.”

You raised your brows, running through anything glaringly obvious but coming up with nothing, because you’d already watched him jerk himself off (many times, with the help of FaceTime for when you were several states away from each other), and you knew he hadn’t cheated on you. The only other thought that came to mind was anal play, and while the two of you had discussed it before, it wasn’t something he would have begun to experiment with on his own.

“You’ve stumped me.”

Danny put his hand to your hips and used his tour muscle to drag your center up the meat of his thigh and then off. “I’ll show you,” he decided. “Come on– clothes off.”

Giggling at his inability to voice his newfound kink, you did as he said, taking off your own clothes this time and biting your lip when you found Danny laid bare before you after your shirt was gone. The man was far too pretty for his own good, and every time he allowed you to see him like this, you fell more in love.

“My god, you’re sexy,” you whistled appreciatively, and Danny cracked a grin as he pawed your ass.

“Takes one to know one.” Both of you huffed out a laugh at your cheesy banter, but you soon fell serious as Danny took himself in hand, captivating your full attention. After a few seconds, he met your eyes briefly. “You wanna come and get me wet, pretty baby?” he sighed, his words firmly setting the mood as he tilted his head back to rest on the headboard and he tugged his cock slowly, still dry and frictious.

“Anything for you.” Instead of reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer, you stroked the creases of his hips and centered yourself so that you had a bird’s-eye view of his movement before allowing some saliva to drip down.

Bullseye.

Danny hummed gratefully and worked it under his palm, stroking himself to full-mast quickly. Waiting for further direction, you let him touch himself quietly, the slicker sounds of his precum introduced soon after he worked up a firm tug, the skin of his cock pulling with each stroke of his hand.

“This is what I did,” he said tightly, one leg twitching as he picked up his pace. You began to wonder what this new thing was, but even just watching while he was within your reach was enough to make you reach down and stick your thumb out so that you could grind your clit against it subtly, not wanting to distract Danny from whatever he wanted to do. “Every night, Y/N, I couldn’t help but think about you. I thought I’d be blind by the end of tour.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, trying not to imagine your boyfriend masturbating furiously over the tour bus toilet under the guise of a nightly piss so that the others wouldn’t have to hear anything. He’d admitted before that all four boys knew in the back of their heads that the others were doing the five-finger shuffle on the bus every so often – if only because they themselves were, too – but they’d all chosen to invest in higher-quality privacy curtains that blocked out more noise and had agreed early on that the bluetooth speaker playing sleep sounds stayed on all night for courtesy’s sake.

“Well, we already know that it’s true when they say your other senses heighten when one is taken away. Imagine the fun we could have if you did,” you rasped, unable to keep your eyes off the way his tip peeked through the hole at the top of his fist, his head wet and shiny. In no world were blowjobs the most enticing thing in the world, but Danny somehow made your mouth water every time like a Pavlovian dog.

At this point, you were getting ready to push his hand aside and have your way with him, not willing to wait until he recovered, because that was the direction he was aiming for– at least, from what his body was telling you– but as soon as you decided ‘too much, I need to touch,’ Danny abruptly let himself go and flattened his palm out on the mattress as his toes curled and thighs flexed.

“Oh god,” he hissed, voice cracking as his eyes fluttered closed. The way his dick was jumping said that just a little bit more would have pushed him over the edge, and you were only too happy to get him there. You’d have to specify later what was so new about this, but right now, you had laser focus on your boyfriend’s hard cock, honing in and intending to hear him cry out your name. But, as your hand was reaching for him, Danny peeled his eyes open and caught your wrist, preventing you from obtaining your prize. “No! Wait, wait, if you touch me, I’ll cum.”

You cocked a brow at him and hesitantly shuffled forward. “Yeah, I know. Did…you want to cum inside of me or something?” That could have been what he was talking about, since it was something you’d only just begun letting him do more now that you were on a new form of birth control.

But he shook his head again, even as his dick twitched at the offer. “No. I don’t…want to cum yet. I actually wanna do it again.”

Finally, it clicked, and you could have kicked yourself for being so oblivious. Edging. He’d figured out that he liked to edge himself on tour.

You met his eyes, heavy with his lust and now with yours as well, and you knew that he could see the understanding. With a big breath at your silent, encouraging nod, Danny took himself back in hand and started to pump once more.

“Here, let me make it a little easier.” As you leaned forward as you had before, you slid your hands further up his thighs, so close to his groin that his right hand hit your wrist on every downstroke.

He groaned as your spit hit the head of his cock again. “Thanks, baby,” he croaked.

While you were sorely tempted to join him and begin touching yourself, you wanted this to be about him, since Danny obviously had an idea of how he wanted the night to go down. So, you stayed glued to him, but let him direct the scene, which was all entirely fine by you. That meant you were free to appreciate him – the way he blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep his eyes open, the way he took in sharp breaths when he began climbing up the ledge again, the scrunch of his knee, as if his entire body was trying to protect itself from the impending denial.

It was less abrupt this time. Danny didn’t seem to be at his peak when he stopped stroking himself, but he gulped and fixed you with his eyes, pupils so dark and dilated that you felt the call of the void to fall into them and never come out. “Want a turn?” he rumbled, voice deep and gritty with arousal.

“Hell yes,” you answered quickly, moving in to kiss him fervently before scooting in closer and placing a hand high on his thigh, scraping lightly with your nails and watching him shudder beneath your touch. “I’ve done this enough that I have faith in my ability to know when you’re close,” you told him with a small smile as you laid out your plan for Danny’s approval. You wanted him to have the greatest edging experience of his life, if that was what he wanted – he deserved everything, and you were willing to spoil him often because he did the same to you. “But do you still want to be the one to tell me when to stop? Think you can handle that?”

Danny groaned lowly, squeezing his eyes shut to ward off any premature notions his body might have entertained at the thought that this was real and happening and it was you doing it instead of himself. At least, that’s what you assumed, because you were feeling the exact same way.

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” he agreed breathlessly. “You can go ahead and start touching me; I’m good for now.”

God, that was an understatement. He was phenomenal. Hard and thick in your hand when you gave him one last kiss and then wrapped your fingers around him, his pronounced ridge glided along your palm as you stroked him – up, down, up, twist, thumb across his slit. Danny looked so serene as you pumped his cock in your hand, his fingers flexing against the sheets and his ragged breaths the only indicators that you were jerking him off until you leaned closer to him, running your fingers up his midsection and chest lovingly.

You hummed, feeling warm skin, tense muscle, and eventually goosebumps as you stroked across his shoulder and down his arm. The double, rather paradoxical sensations sent Danny’s hips careening in your touch, the tip of his dick peeking from the space in your fist, which was drying out at an alarming rate, and with such a dry mouth as you had, you didn’t have much spit left to give.

“Baby,” you said softly, loosening up your grip, “I’m gonna grab the lube, okay?”

Danny nodded, watching you stretch to the nightstand drawer to retrieve the tube you two kept there. As you slicked your fist up with the substance, he lazily ran his thumb up his cock, stroking lightly just underneath the head.

You tilted your head as you used one hand to stabilize yourself and help get you back to your spot at his side, where he took his hand away so that you could give him a quick stroke up to coat his skin. “How did you figure out you like this?” you asked softly, a small quirk of your lips playing at the corners of your mouth as he reacted to your subtle start – a harder, faster pace than you’d previously been stroking him with.

Danny’s jaw twitched, but you watched as he consciously relaxed most of his body. “I told you – felt like I was jerking off more nights than not, and then, one night, I just…didn’t want to stop thinking about you. Every night that I thought about you while I got myself off, I didn’t want to stop,” he sighed, gently rolling his hips into you again. With the way his dick kept twitching and leaking every so often, you were anticipating his breathy, ‘stop,’ any second now. “Just when I thought I was getting to the good part of the fantasy, you’d do something even better, and I didn’t want it to end.” His voice was strained and his words were fast, as if he were trying to squeeze them out before a timer went off and his window to tell you evaporated.

Keeping the pace up, you bent down to roll your tongue over his nipple before looking up at him. “Am I doing ‘fantasy me’ justice?”

Instead of using his words, Danny’s stomach clenched and he shot up, tightly grabbing your wrist and halting all movement as his face screwed up and he fought with his own body not to fuck into your hand again. “Yes! Yes, I– shit–shit, I was…that was close,” he said tightly, trying to reign himself in.

You knew that, and you’d have taken him across the finish line if he hadn’t backtracked right at the last moment.

Once your hand was a safe distance away from him, Danny flopped back onto the pillows and blew out a shaky breath. “I don’t think I have enough imagination to think up a fantasy that could be better than having you here,” he said, taking your non-lubed up hand in his.

You snorted gently, blushing in the low light of the lamps, but still affectionately said, “You big cheeseball.”

Mesmerized with the way his stomach tensed and his chest heaved with his little chuckle, you put your mouth to his skin and hummed all the way up his throat, finally able to mark it up without him texting you that the makeup team harumphed at him again because of it. Danny quickly pulled your mouth to his, drinking from you desperately, and fumbled for your hand, wrapping his around when he found it, and brought both of you back to his cock, apparently already rearing to be touched once more.

“Together this time,” he murmured against your lips.

To you, there was no losing, no matter which way you did it. But this way, you still felt the warm, velvety skin of his dick in your hand along with his own firm palm guiding you up and down again all while trading wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses and listening to Danny’s breath hitch and catch. It was an interesting change – it faintly registered in your foggy mind that feeling Danny’s own pace and rhythm was a learning opportunity, but you were far too distracted to actually learn anything.

Even under his complementary grip, you had your free will to do anything you wanted, and you took advantage of that after a few minutes, tightening your grip and making his thighs contract unconsciously as you pulled at him for one rough stroke.

“God, baby,” he hissed between clenched teeth, brows pulled in and eyes shut tight at your rough handling of precious goods. “Oh fuck…fuck, Y/N, you gotta warn me next time.”

“Mm. I know you can take it, don’t lie to me,” you teased. You had an intimate knowledge of Danny’s kinks and limits, including that he liked it just a tad bit rough sometimes, and you highly suspected the only reason he was chastising you was because he didn’t want the game to be over quite yet.

He let out what was more of a wheeze as you kept pumping your hand up and down his cock, still steadily leaking as he got closer. You switched to a flat-handed rub that allowed your fingertips to trace and tickle the sensitive skin of his balls, and he was soon squirming and kicking, pushing shakily at your hand. “Stop! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna– I’m…” his babble petered out into a low, tortured groan as you gave him reprieve from your touch, and he was left with nothing.

“Do you want to keep going?” you asked softly, wanting to check in on how he was feeling. He looked painfully hard right now, and you’d never seen his cock move so much on its own, jumping around on his stomach and leaving sticky trails of lube and precum that dotted the neat line of hair there. The rest of his body was rather shiny, as well, a light sheen of sweat reflecting dully in the lamplight and making him glow beautifully.

This was hot – so hot – but the last thing you wanted to do was push him past his limits. Sadism wasn’t something you were particularly keen on, and the way his hand shook slightly as he groped for any part of your body that he could reach sure began to feel like it. You were hungry for his release – salivating over it now that it was being denied.

Danny finally caught your forearm, and stroked his thumb across it just to feel your skin under his. “Fuck, yes. This is the hottest thing and I’m not quite done with it yet,” he promised, both to you and himself. “Slowly now.” At his command, you returned your hand to his dick, but you only glided down his shaft once before he tensed and flinched away. “Wait–” You stopped in your tracks and shifted your eyes from your hand to his eyes, brows raised expectantly. He sluggishly blinked his own open and sheepishly huffed, “My bad, I…wasn’t as ready as I thought I was.”

His admission made you clench, mind wandering to what would have happened if you would have kept stroking him once, twice, three more times before you registered his time-out – the way his eyes would have scrunched shut, and his tongue would have peeked out from between his teeth, and his hips would have bucked, your name on his lips between each desperate, choked moan as he came, hot and viscous, across your hand and himself because he couldn’t stop it–

“Okay, I think I’m ready this time. Slow. Very slow.”

Realizing that you’d been staring blankly at his lips while you got ahead of yourself, Danny’s words shook you out of the daydream, returning you to the present where Danny was waiting for you to lavish him with attention again.

“Like this?” you asked demurely, teasingly dragging your fingertips up his shaft at a snail’s pace. Danny’s expression twitched, and you could feel a twitch from his dick that echoed it. “This slow enough? Light enough? Come on, Danny, tell me how you want it,” you implored, wanting him to lose it – you wanted him to grip your hand and keep it there as he fucked into your fist to completion, wanted him to bat it out of the way so that he could sloppily finish himself off, wanted him to beg you to bring him past his peak or take it forcefully.

Danny took a deep, grounding breath, and recollected himself despite your instigations, though, and met your heavy gaze with his own. How he was coherent at this point, you weren’t sure – had it been you in his situation, you were certain that you’d have been begging for release before this point, but…perhaps that was a hypothesis to be explored later.

“You want me to tell you? I thought you said you’d know,” he answered languidly, still fighting to retain his composure just as he was fighting to retain his pleasure. “But I can, if that’s what you want.” He hummed and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, tugging you down for another deep kiss before lowly murmuring into your ear, “God knows you’ve entertained me enough tonight. Don’t move your hand until I tell you to, this time. You can have your power back after that, you megalomaniac.”

The tables had flipped so suddenly, but it didn’t stop you from wiggling down to place a quick kiss on his sternum, looking up at him from behind your lashes and saying, “You go on tour with the Kiszkas and come back a thesaurus, huh?”

Danny quirked his lips up lightly, but he wasn’t about to let the moment fade. “Worry about that later; wrap that pretty little fist around me now, Y/N. I can only take so much teasing.”

His double-entendre would have made you laugh if you weren’t busy doing what he said, wondering if he would really let you take over completely the next time. All you had to do was edge him once more, and then you might have a shot at your prize. “My apologies,” you murmured, “let me make it up to you.”

Danny settled back into the cushions and watched you wait. “Thank you,” he said, cheek present even under the thick layer of gritty lust and desire. “Now be a good girl and stroke me.”

“Of course, rockstar.” You gave him one pump up to the tip of his cock, and then a twist back down, but that was all. Danny’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Stroke.”

Again, the same way. You saw his hips twitch and gave him another stroke without prompt, but he peeked his eyes open to glare at you, so you swallowed your smile and let your hand rest loose at his base.

“Stroke.” This time, you revisited that proclivity for a bit of rough treatment, and squeezed a bit harder when your fist enclosed his tip, and he grunted as you backed off and went back down to sit and wait. “Again, Y/N– just like that...uh-huh.”

His pleasure came out in a hiccup as you gave him another tight stroke and then squeezed lightly at his base, feeling his balls contract against your pinkie.

“Stroke.”

His voice was constricted, and you could tell he wanted more. It must have been hell, creeping along like he was and only getting one stroke at a time – it certainly made you reconsider whether sadism and masochism had a place in your bedroom if Danny really liked it this much. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and desperation as you gave him another stroke, and as you brought your hand back down his shaft, he bucked up into your grasp and stilled as another bead of precum appeared at his tip.

You thought that would be it, but apparently, Danny was looking to push his boundaries this time. “Stroke.”

Half-expecting him to erupt in your hand, you did as you were told, and Danny just about nearly whimpered at your touch .

“Stop,” he said, his voice not as strong this time and quivering slightly at the end.

It wouldn’t be long now. Each time, his recovery period had been getting longer and the time your hand actually spent on his dick, shorter. He was approaching his orgasm faster and faster, as if his body was revolting against the treatment and attempting to overthrow his wishes, and you were confident that he would willingly go over the edge this time.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest when you placed your palm to it a minute later, and you knocked your forehead against his, as sweaty as he was. “About done, or do you wanna take it further?” He swallowed harshly and hesitated, and your own heartbeat picked up in excitement.

“Couple more.”

You kissed him and began dragging your body down his. “I’m gonna use my mouth this time. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”

Danny chased your lips and watched heavily as you settled between his legs, adoration shining in his gaze. “I can handle you. Give me your worst.”

With a smirk at his challenge, you gently pulled the skin of his balls between your lips, laving your tongue over the area before letting it pop out. You followed the move with a quick shot upwards, sucking your boyfriend’s cock down in one fell swoop.

Danny hissed above you, big hand coming to rest on the back of your head as you bobbed, fast and mercilessly. “Fuck me, I knew I shouldn’t have – ah– said that,” he grunted, gently taking your head between his palms in a silent request. You slowed to a stop, acquiescing to his desire, and he braced himself on the bed before gently fucking himself into your mouth, breathing heavily and letting a stream of curses and praises tumble from his mouth with every exhale.

“Goddamn, baby– you’re so, so good to me. Such a good girl for me and– ah…got the best fucking mouth I’ve ever had–” He twitched violently between your lips, so hard it engaged your gag reflex, and he quickly pulled you off of him.

Your eyes were still watering as you watched him clutch his spit-shined erection in his hand with a vice grip, trying to simulate a cock-ring to not allow himself to cum just yet – but he had to be close to breaking.

“Jesus Christ, Danny,” you panted, leaning over his groin to avoid hitting anything too volatile. You took his other hand and shoved it between your legs, pressing his fingers through the mess there without regard to how his body would react. He groaned shakily and tightened his grip on his cock even more, sinking two fingers into you since they were already there. “Your resolve is unreal.”

He looked at you with hooded, hazy eyes, distractedly glancing down to where he was drawing out explicitly wet noises from you. “Not anymore. Take me all the way, baby.”

Your chest swelled with euphoria with his permission and you kissed him, dragging your tongue across his for a second before pulling away. “I was starting to think that I was going to spontaneously finish before you would let yourself cum..”

“Yeah?” Danny asked, crooking his fingers inside of you to make sure you knew that if you were going to cum, it wouldn’t be spontaneous. “You need some lovin’ too, pretty baby, don’t ya?” He bit his lip and guided his hand with you when you straddled his legs so that they could remain tucking inside, not knowing what you were going to finish him off with. “What about this? Think you might wanna be next?” His words were lazy and he was leaving off parts of his sentences in favor of taking deep breaths.

Your teeth clamped together to hold back a rather embarrassing mewl as his thumb danced around your clit lightly, tickling it just enough to have your hips chasing after his touch but not enough to give you any real relief. It just pushed you higher, made you wetter, and gave you more reason to make Danny cum within an inch of his sanity now.

Gripping his wrist and pulling away from his torturous touch, you guided it up to his mouth where he slipped his two fingers between his lips. “Like it?” Danny gazed expectantly at you as he sucked harshly on your digits, making sure they were all clean when you pulled them away. “God, rockstar, I can’t believe we never tried this sooner.”

Danny’s cock twitched against his stomach, and you had to stop yourself from answering its call. Looking back to Danny’s face, he had his gaze fixated on you, eyelids fluttering yet trained on you still. “You or me?”

“Both,” you answered lowly. “I think you’d have fun torturing me like this.”

Danny closed his eyes and let out a breathy grunt, deep from the back of his throat. “Then that makes two of us.”

That, however, was a discussion for another night. Right now, you had a different mission, and you slid your hand down the expanse of his heaving chest and stomach, your thumb grazing the line of his oblique that led down to your prize before taking him lightly in hand and rubbing a thumb just underneath the head to watch him tense up and squirm. “How do you wanna cum, Danny? This is your night.”

He wasted no time in answering, having already known what he wanted. “I want you to choose. Surprise me.”

You bit your lip, mulling over the options you had at hand. Quite literally, since Danny had gingerly relinquished his cock to your mercy. You could watch him as you brought him to the edge with your hand but, this time, take him over. Or, you could pin his hips to the bed and tell him not to move this time while you tasted his relief. Maybe he’d appreciate being nestled between your lips, helping you grind on him like you were teenagers until he made a mess all over your belly and his.

You wanted to do it all. God, you wanted to, but the last remaining option was just too damn tempting with how your body wept to be filled. “It might be fun,” you murmured, mostly to yourself as you slid up into his lap and listened to Danny gasp as your wet cunt finally came into contact with his dick, “wouldn’t take much at all, actually, to line you up, slide you in nice and slow, snug and safe inside of me, if only for a second…”

“Y/N,” Danny bleated, his cock quickly becoming wetter with his precum, a sure sign of impending release. He never said anything else, though, and you wondered if he knew whether he was begging for release or begging you to not to make him cum just like this, sitting so close to your body, where he desperately wanted to take his relief.

“I could watch you fall apart like that,” you said, snapping your fingers as you gripped the base of his dick in your hand. Your pinky was able to reach down and stroke the side of his balls, and you swallowed heavily, another wave of arousal making you even wetter as you felt just how firm and heavy they were.

He was so damn close, and holding the power was once again making you reconsider your thoughts on sadism of the pleasurable kind.

Just to heighten the anticipation, you lifted your leg over one of his and took your weight off of his hips, instead opting to press your core to the meat of his thigh and begin to ride it like you would his cock. Immediately, his hand found your hip, pushing and pulling in tandem to get you a better rhythm. “I could straddle you,” you whispered in his ear, finding pleasure in the friction to your clit. “Get you nice and wet, then warm you up. And you could cum inside me. Do you want to cum like that?”

Danny let out a broken moan. “Yes, Y/N, please. I can’t– my brain is barely functioning right now, I need to cum.”

Just talking about it made your pussy ache. Like a phantom with Danny’s cock had come up behind you, you could practically feel the stretch, the shared warmth between the two of you, the dull pressure of your walls attempting to close around him and keep him there forever.

You fished for his hand on your hip and led it down to where you were furiously getting off on your previous choice of skin and placed his fingers just where you needed them, using him to climb up to your own peak while holding Danny steady in your hand. You did want to cum together. But you were going to need a little bit of help to get as close as you knew he was.

“Atta girl,” Danny praised, voice shaky and soft, yet uncomplaining about his own denial. “Use me however you want to. Just– fuck, baby, just make me cum with you.”

“Close your eyes, then,” you huffed, becoming out of breath from the work you were putting in. After months away, physical sex was much more tiring than using your toys, but you and Danny were training hard to increase your stamina. Hard and often, these days.

He did as you asked, and right as you felt like everything balled up inside of you was going to explode, you made good on your words and threw your other leg over him, not giving any warning before you sank down on him and continued your ride with just as much intensity, pace unfaltering even as he cried out in surprise and fucked up into you.

Danny’s eyes flew open, and you whined pitifully as his body took over at the sudden constriction of heat and wetness, bruising your hips in his grip and using his planted feet to crush your hips together each time you came down.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god– fuck!” he yelled, head thrown back into the pillows as his back arched and he held you down with all of the strength left in his body, making sure you wouldn’t get away as he pumped himself once more into you.

You felt it all – the warmth flooding into your body, each burst seeming like it would never end; you’d be just as happy watching Danny’s face contort as it was forever, but your own orgasm took precedence over keeping your eyes open enough to see the show. “Danny, Danny–” His name was cut off by mewls and yips and a case of the shakes that slapped your thighs against his as your muscles contracted and milked Danny for all he was worth.

When all was said and done, and you were still poised on locked elbows looming over Danny as he soothingly ran his hands over the curves of your hips and waist and belly as you both caught your breath in relative silence, breathing soft nothings into the space between you.

“I love you.”

“So good to me.”

“You’re incredible.”

“I’m so glad you’re home so that we could do that in person,” you whispered into his neck, having finally lowered yourself for more skin contact.

Danny tightened his arms, wrapped and tangled like tentacles around you. “I’m glad that I am, too,” he whispered back into your hair. “It’s my favorite place to be. Right here.”

You giggled. “Inside of me?”

His lips curved up against your temple and one of his hands reached down to grope your ass, unintentionally pushing you against him where he was still buried. “I mean…that too. Let me be romantic, will you?”

Sighing contentedly, you brought your hand up to the back of his head, gently rubbing a spot at the base of his skull that you knew made him purr like a kitten. You just wanted your hands on him, keeping him within your reach now that you could have him there.

“Alright, alright.” Knowing that he needed it too, you shifted to allow your hand to join your other at the back of his head, gazing lovingly down at him. He had hooded eyes, belying his sleepiness, but it didn’t stop him from smiling up at you softly, humming when you gave him an eskimo kiss before resting your forehead against his. “You’re my favorite place, too, you know,” you said, just in case he needed to be reminded again. “And I’m really, really, glad that you’re home.”

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strawbxrryanime · 2 months

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all broken from wood - jealous!succubus!reader x TR men (Mitsuya Takashi ver.)

All Broken From Wood is a series that I'm creating of a Jealous Succubus Reader finding out that their beloved gang member husbands have been with some other people without you. ^^

I might do this series with other shows too so be on the lookout ^^

You told Mitsuya repeatedly not to hang around with that other person. The way that they touch upon him just disgusts you, the way they smile at him just ugh. Why is he even smiling to them in the first place? Mitsuya had such a big heart, did you not realize this was coming? How could you not realize that even if you were Mitsuya’s tamed succubus, that Mitsuya would see other people.

Just, the thought of it. It disgusts you so badly. It hit you with unpleasantry, and that was the feeling that you didn't want to cross when it came to your new everlasting love for Mitsuya. Ever since you and Mitsuya have met, he befriended you and stole your heart without a single drain session in place. Now, it seems that you have to own him fully. Drains are brutal, but it’s just enough to keep Mitsuya to you, no matter what.

So when you approached the two, you decided to shoo off that disgusting person that was touching Mitsuya’s shoulder and focus more on your beloved.

“Wait! Y/N-“ Mitsuya gasped, you smirked as you took off his clothing. Mitsuya was hard already, he was so hard his legs were shaking, well, at least not from falling to the ground with your sneak attack. "We really haven't breeded yet have we?~" You smirk seductively, as Mitsuya trembles in fear. His muscles tighten as you touch his chest all the way down to his chin.

"Such soft skin and a nice muscular bod~ You're really rock hard for me huh?~" You smirk again, making Mitsuya swallow his own words. "Y/N!" Mitsuya called out as you smirked. "I'm going to punish you so hard 'tsuya~" You kept chuckling, sending shivers down Mitsuya's spine. You pull him to a tight embrace on the floor, making him relax on the queen-sized bed as the tone of the room switches to a romantic nightmare.

"Nngh!~" Mitsuya twitched, you placed his cock in between your thighs as you gave him a huge hug, smothering his face with your own chest. You were wearing nothing but a seductive outfit, an outfit that Mitsuya would fall for over and over again whenever he passes by you, it'll be something he'll never forget. You squeezed your thighs as Mitsuya yelped. His cock sandwiched between your juicy thighs as you start to hump him missionary-style.

His cock was rubbing and twitching in between your thighs as Mitsuya kept yelping. “Shut up!~” You scream out, as you chuckled seductively. Mitsuya was moaning to your thighs, heavily moaning as he’s never felt so good like this before. His dick kept twitching, until it was bulging rock hard. “Y-Y/N..” Mitsuya panted.

“I SAID SHUT UP!~” You yelled at Mitsuya as you slam down on his cock, his cock immediately being swallowed down by you as Mitsuya made a loud moan, his whole body arched up at that moment as you chuckled. “Damn…~ that scream was just too good ‘Tsuya~ I think I’ll never stop with you~” You chuckled again, as you kept bouncing on his cock, slamming down hard on it, crushing his ballsack. Your succubus hole is juicy enough to drain out his cock, as you pound and pound through Mitsuya, who’s a moaning mess.

Your hole squeezes his cock, almost like you were sucking it while riding it at the same time. It was so cute, being on top of him, seeing his eyes roll back. Those eyes that took advantage of your trust now rolled to the brim as the immense pleasure was so much that it becomes too painful for him to endure. “FUCK!~” Mitsuya screamed out. Mitsuya pleaded himself not to cum, because cumming inside of you could drain him, draining him to the point of no return.

Mitsuya’s cock was being squeezed under your merciless hole, as you bounced up and down and rode him harder and harder, the faster your ass slaps his pelvis as Mitsuya gets closer and closer. “This is what it’s like to breed!~” You yell out, Mitsuya grits his teeth. His member was being swallowed shaft-to-tip as he screams in pleasure with a mixture of pain, he has to cum, he needs to cum inside.

“GAHHHH!!!!~” Mitsuya kept screaming as you chuckled on top of him, your poundings as the tears in Mitsuya’s eyes started to run down his cheeks, his legs tense up as it builds up more and more like an avalanche going off a cliff. “You’re so fucking cute~” You chuckle seductively, breaking no sweat whilst bouncing on his cock vigorously like that. “So tell me, am I better than any other person in this world?~” You ask. Mitsuya couldn’t answer due to the intensity. “Cum lots and lots inside of me ‘Tsuya, I’ll drain your balls dry!~” You exclaimed.

Your pounds become more sloppier and sloppier the more his cock gets close to spurting, Mitsuya grits his teeth more tighter as he screams out even more. His whole body is trembling, it’s just so cute. Too cute that you squeezed even more tightly for him. Mitsuya screams out as it builds up. “GAAHHHHH!! I’M GONNA-!~” Mitsuya screams as he spurts hard inside of you, sucking up all his delicious energy and his delicious cum that filled your hole was once no more. You needed more of it, you needed more of his energy.

“Fuck~ you’re so delicious..” you exclaimed. “I need more..~”

“Y-Y/N!? I-It’s too much.. I-I can’t!~” Mitsuya stuttered, he was trembling from the previous spurts he just released into you.

“Then you’ll just have to take it then~” You smirked. Now kissing his neck and marking him yours while still making him your prey, you began to furiously pound him even more to his brink. Mitsuya held on to the bedsheets as tight as he can as his cock tries to not give in.

“I should’ve drained you such a long time ago~ I thought you were obedient but no..~” You smirk, Mitsuya tries to speak but the more he tries to speak the knot on his stomach starts to twang, twang from how much pleasure he’s feeling deep down inside of you, buried in your tight hole. Your gummy walls are squishing through him, sucking on his cock as your heavenly hole does wonders going up and down his tip and shaft, crushing his ballsack.

“F-FUCK!~” Mitsuya yelped, he was pinned down by you as his arms were pinned against the bed, having you go faster as Mitsuya screams in pleasure. “AAAH!~” Mitsuya screamed out even more, his cock was being buried deeper and deeper inside of you. It was almost maddening how your hole felt, so wet, so tight, and it’s sucking him dry. His shaft barely has time to breathe out before it gets pounded by your hole.

You began to kiss Mitsuya, unraveling your tongue around his, harassing his mouth with your lips. Making him feel like he deserves the most pleasure and pain of this moment. Mitsuya screams again, this time followed by a loud spurt coming from his cock as he fills you up again. Your hole landing and devouring his cock all the way through as his cock just kept squirting inside of you.

“F-fuck~…” Mitsuya exclaimed, you began to lower your head upon his cock after you suck all his cum dry and clean. “You’re so cute ‘Tsuya, but you still have a lot more to go~” You say, as you wrap your mouth around the tip of his cock slowly going up and down but not down his shaft, Mitsuya again gripped the bedsheets in pleasure. Yelping each time you lower down on his tip. “G-GAH!~ Y/N!~” Mitsuya yelled out.

“SHUT UP!~” You scream out in response as you began to shove his cock all the way down your throat, making him scream. Mitsuya’s eyes rolled back as you just kept deepthroating him, twirling your tongue around his sensitive bulging red tip, as you engulf your way down the shaft of his cock and down his ballsack as you just kept sucking more and more, lowering your head up and down making noises as Mitsuya just kept holding on for dear mercy.

“A-AAAAAHHH!~” Mitsuya screamed out, he begged for you to stop since it was so much for him, but you just kept going. A lesson Mitsuya will learn on talking with other people instead of you. You began to grasp on his pelvis, grabbing a hold of it tightly as you try to go even deeper than his shaft. Tears ran down from Mitsuya’s face as he begged you to stop even more and more. “AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!~” Mitsuya spurred deep inside your throat, the cum sprung out in your mouth like a sprinkler.

Mitsuya was now addicted to you, his lust got the best of him as some type of trance was put on him, Mitsuya now was thrusting down your throat, facefucking you. As Mitsuya groans, his sloppy thrusts get faster and faster as his cock keeps going up and down as he grips on your head. “FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK!!~” Mitsuya would keep yelling, muttering and just groaning in general, his lust got the best of him and now he’s pounding down your throat like there’s no tomorrow, his legs are trembling, he knows it’s bound to be a big load but there’s no turning back now, he’s going to be drained for his actions already. He’s submitting himself to you now.

His thrusts get sloppier and sloppier down your mouth, Precum smacking against your lips within each thrust down your throat. Until, “AAAAAAGHHHHHHAAAAA!~” Mitsuya cums his way through, spurting so hard he looked up to the sky with that frown up his face as his whole body shook, his cum spurting out down your throat as he held tightly on your head, legs trembling.

Mitsuya soon starts mindlessly fucking you, thrusting deep inside your hole as you spread your legs. “You’re mine ‘Tsuya~” You smirk and chuckle as Mitsuya mindlessly thrusted and moaned and grunted, his thrusts getting faster as his cock keeps hitting your best spots all the time, enough to make you clench and close your legs around him, burying him deeper inside you sending a plethora of moans from him. The white-haired man was mindlessly thrusting even more faster, and faster.

Your hole was swallowing his cock even more deeper down. Mitsuya just can’t get enough anymore and he just keeps screaming, moaning, and groaning. Soon enough as his whole cock is submerged inside you and he splurges out the best he could inside you.

You ended the session after so many rounds of him cumming to just riding him. His last drop of sperm is left, as you kept pounding his pelvis. Mitsuya’s eyes were just rolled back, unable to moan interrupted by your loud poundings that he can’t even scream anymore. He just whimpers slightly and is shaking heavily. You close his legs together as you make his cock reach your most heavenly spot, riding him faster and faster and faster. Your tight walls keep closing in more and more, until…

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!~” The loud scream of Mitsuya echoes across the room as he spurts his last load onto you. He’s now mindlessly linked to you forever, now, he’s finally yours. You smirk and chuckle as you kiss him on the forehead.

“You did so good ‘Tsuya, I love you so much~” You say, smirking.

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sil3ntfr34k · 6 days

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Postal 4 boyfriend Headcanons

(Guess who found about how to do a buillted list insides of manually putting dots :D)

Mans is probably in his early 40’s and feeling every second of it.

He’s not much a romantic, but he knows how to love. Like he knows he’s supposed to give you gifts, listen to you rant, support you in anything, hug you, give affection and words of encouragement, the whole sha-bang. Is he good at it tho? Kinda,,,

You probably met him during his ‘job hunting’, when he was running around this a sign that said something along the lines of “Willing to do something strange for a bit of change”. Caught your attention IMMEDIATELY

You thought he wasn’t too bad looking, something of a roughed up silver fox. He was pretty toned for someone his age, forearms are pretty big and that’s just what you needed. You ended up taking him up on his offer and made him clean out your gutters. You just sat there and watched as he worked himself throwing out heaps of wet leaves and random junk from your gutters.

He came out obvious dirty so you gifted him $40 and a shower. It’s like heavens light shined upon him when he heard the words “You can take a shower here if you’d like?” fall from your mouth was enough for him to marry you in that moment.

Postal Dude has been raw dogging it homeless style for a couple months up to this point, so any kind of reward he came across was a fortune to him. Gladly accepting this kind gesture, he was still thrown out for the rest of the day. You both came upon an agreement that he could stay the nights on your couch, but he still had to go ‘job hunting’ during the days. Didn’t matter to him, he still accepted it. As long as he had a safe place to sleep with Champ.

Side note, you loathe Champ being around during the day since he digs holes everywhere in your front AND back yard, so you make Dude take Champ with him everyday. Dude doesn't mind since Champ is kinda like an attack dog so homie very useful when Dude's walking around

Once your relationship with Dude has reached it's peak (dating), he becomes very attentive and energetic. Where he was once tired and reclused, he's now got some energy in him and filled with affection

Dude loves to be around you and touching you. Biggest love languages are quality time and physical touch, sometimes words of affirmation if he's feeling extra sappy. He's probably been through the works of brutal relationships, so he really wants to settle down, which leads me to my next thought

Mans is getting old and creaky. Sure he's still got muscle and all, but they're honestly just for show. He couldn't hold back Champ from attacking someone he isn't supposed to even if his life depended on it. So, he's staring to wear down and just wants to find someone to relax with.

Red flag time, he's talking about marriage about 2 months into the relationship and tries to move his scrap in without you noticing, which usually fails. It's not that he's using you for your home, Dude just wants to feel like he's finally in a normal relationship. No bitchy attitudes being thrown around, no constant nagging for something stupid, no arguing over small things, no constant threats, just y’all being in love together

Eventually your gonna have to let Champ wonder the house and train him to be a guard dog rather than just an attack dog. You’re definitely the one to look up dog training classes and making Dude go with you to these said classes.

Even with how much he loves to be around you, there are still times when his mental and physical illnesses make him ill 😔 but he still tries to snap out of it

His main problems are most likely his chronic muscle pains and his auditory schizophrenia. (I think all the dudes are some sort of schizo, it’s just that p1 and p2 are the strongest showing ones)

Being older means his body is slowly deteriorating. Sure he’s not that old, but with how he lived in his golden age, he should really be dead. Constantly on the run from the government, having to stay sharp to kill, and fucking his way through Paradise and Edensin, he’s ready to just lay down and let the earth reclaim him

Having a long history of schizophrenia in the family and his own lifetime, it’s thankfully dwindled down to just hearing voices randomly. Since he can only hear these voices it doesn’t scare him as bad as it used to. All he can really hear is a distant conversation that he can’t make out the words to, it’s sort of like a mumbling between a woman and a man. Many times you’ve found him franticly wondering the house with a confused look on his face saying “I thought there was people in here?”

Overall, he’s an old man who’s been through enough and would just like to relax. Give him kisses, give him cuddles, feed him, and talk to him, and he’ll love you for eternity (so gay)

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ala2ilas-s · 1 year

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Neymar jr

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A bitter laugh escaped my lips as I shook my head “don’t act like you actually care” I said finally looking up at my father for the first time that night.

“You’re being unfair.” he huffed crossing his arms over his chest causing me to clench my jaw harder.

“Oh spare me pretentious act. I’m just another pawn in your big game. An unfortunate burden that can be used against you.” I said through gritted teeth.

“You don’t need a reason to kill me. Everyone has an expiry date in your eye and mine ends when you no longer need to keep the facade.” I stood up and chugged the rest of my drink before walking to the door.

“I wouldn’t test that theory sweetheart.” I stoped at his voice. I hate that nickname. “Something rather.. tragic happening to a family member might just bring me the attention I need.” He said not showing a single sign that something happening to me would actually upset him in the slightest.

“I hate you.” I said gripping the door knob harder, my knuckles turning white.

“Tough..” He said and I didn’t waste another second walking out and slamming his door. Exhaustion weighting down on my body when the adrenaline started to wear off and I had to lean against the hallway wall to support my body. Heavy pants coming out of my mouth and I had to close my eyes to focus on my breathing if I didn’t want to pass out.

“So he told you..?” My head snapped up to my right. An unfamiliar man that I’ve been completely oblivious to, was leaned against the opposite wall watching me with raised eye browse.

“Who are you?” I said panic starting to build up in my system. Immediately going in fight mode at the sight of this unknown man.

“Your bodyguard sweetheart.” My face fell. So he is the guy that’s gonna be babysitting me for the next few months. He’s also what sparked yet another fight between me and my father.

“Don’t call me that” I growled, pushing myself off the wall and walking up the stairs to my room and pretending like he didn’t just catch me about to have a full panic attack.

“What? Sweetheart?” He mocked, trailing behind me and I rolled my eyes. Although I’ve met him less than five minutes ago, I could tell he’s not exactly gonna be my favourite person.

When I finally walked in my room, wanting nothing more than to just take a shower and sleep, a strong hand on the door caused me to halt and I looked back at him eye brows shot up waiting for him.

“I’ll be outside” he said in a serious tune and I just blinked at him not knowing how to respond.

After a minute of just starring at the closed door I huffed and started unzipping my dress pulling down the strings. Of course the bodyguard he assigned to me is just fucking beautiful.

My dress dropped to my feet and I made my way to my bathroom. My muscles relaxing the moment I lowered myself in the tub filled with warm water. The faint sound of music playing in the background calming my nerves. My head went underwater as I drowned everything and let out a loud scream before resurfacing again when I needed to breath.

The water started to get too cool for my liking and I had to drag myself out of the bathtub, wrapping a towel around my body as I walked out of the bathroom. A quiet scream left my lips when I came face to face with the pretty stranger again.. my bodyguard that I had yet to learn the name of.

“What took you so long?” He asked looking slightly pissed. My hands clenched the small towel covering my body as I half expected him to check me out like the other guards and most of my father’s companies would do shamelessly every time I was showing any skin which usually did not go unpunished for. To say I was surrounded by old pigs and to earn the same amount of respect that I would’ve had if I had a dick between my legs, I had to do things in the hard way, was an understatement. However, his eyes didn’t wavered from my own.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I said.

“I check up on you every hour and a half.” He said calmly while I stood there looking at him with wide eyes. “It’s the drill.” He shrugged.

“I’m in my room what can happen here.” I said frustrated about how I practically didn’t have any privacy what so ever.

“It’s the drill sweetheart.” He repeated making my blood boil as he casually strolled in my room looking out the window.

“You can get out now.” I glared at him pointing at the door even though his back was towards me. He hummed before turning on his heels. His jaw clenching every time he chewed on his gum making it harder to look away from his stupidly attractive face.

The moment he was about to walk pass me I snapped out of it and grabbed his arm not shying away from his intense gaze “and don’t call me that.”

His mouth curled up slightly, a smug smirk on lips causing my eyes to involuntarily moved down and in a moment of weakness I wondered how they would taste.

My attention was once again snapped back to his eyes when I felt him pushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. If you look close enough you’d notice traces of green rings in his chocolate eyes.

“Noted sweetie.” He mumbled and stepped away from me causing my hand to fall from his arm “no.” I groaned watching him walk out of my room chuckling under his breath.

“Bastard” I mumbled.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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Are you continuing The big Bad?

Because I love it !

I'm so glad you love it So here you go Last Part 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Big Bad | Ash

⚫🔵“Such righteousness! Such divinity! Ohhhh~(Y/n)! You came.” ⚫🔵‘It doesn’t sound like I’m the one who’s coming but whatever’ ⚫🔵You bit your tongue opting to unfurl your dagger-pointed chains ⚫🔵Excitedly he unsheathed his sword flying a foot above before pointing it in challenge ⚫🔵You meet him with urgency wrapping your chains around his sword as you both fight for control ⚫🔵Slowly being pulled closer you plant your feet to swing him into an adjacent forest ⚫🔵Taking the opening to start undoing incantation that forced your friend to be trapped ⚫🔵“(Y/n) you amaze me with how much damage a pure human-being can inflict on me, an angel!” ⚫🔵Nearly completely releasing your friend you turn back around to fling the sword he flung at you ⚫🔵Continuing his attack with by darting towards you at neck breaking speeds you barely dodged ⚫🔵Launching yourself into the sky as you restrained him from behind once again flinging him into the dirt ⚫🔵“You have no one to blame for that but yourself, you so-called servant!” ⚫🔵On emphasis you im stabbed the dagger into the back of his shoulder from your distanced landing ⚫🔵Quickly releasing your friend you didn’t react as the black cat crawled to curl around your neck ⚫🔵“You’re an amazing creature, its a shame you enjoy fraternizing with filth–” ⚫🔵Returning your weapon to nothing more than a choker you jump into the talons of Narcissa who carries you fast enough before Ash can fully recover ⚫🔵“-no worries, I’ll correct that slight flaw…and then…we can truly indulge in one another.”

As you finally were dropped into the portal leading you to your one of many bases you let yourself wince at the aching of your muscles. While you could take on supernatural foes it didn’t make it feel any better especially when you had let your muscles forget the pain while playing maid again. Immediately you began unzipping your ensemble as you heard the magical twinkle of magic and clackking of ice in your tub. Hopping in you let your muscles relax at the soothing burn of ice.

“(Y/n)nya, why are you so sore?! It's like your nyewbie all over again!”

No longer a cat was Blair, puffing her cheeks as she realized how much you were still wincing while in the ice bath. Reluctantly she came behind you hugging your exposed shoulder letting her nuzzle into your head with.

“Sorry Blair-y, I might have gotten a little soft hanging out with my kid–”

“Your kid!? He wouldn’t let you train?! What a tyrant!”

“Speaking of after tonight I’ve got to head back. He threw such a fit he’s probably worried himself sick–”

The cat’s face soured even more as she stared intensely at the back of your head, fighting the jealousy bubbling in her chest. You were always so angry when she would express it so she held back…just for you. Why were you trying to run off to this has-been? Hasn’t he existed long enough without your help?!

“Fine! Then I’m coming with!

You chuckled, shuffling yourself deeper into the ice. “Not this time. He’s allergic to cats.”

“Huh?! That monster! What about magical ones?!”

“Yup”

“Awwww.”

“But you can stay in the same city, my friend Adrian, do you remember?”

“Ugh well I guess I won’t be alone the whole time…Fine! I’ve decided I’ll stay in your safe house in the meantime!”

You laughed again before spacing out to think of what you should bring as a gift for your little bro. After all he’d be quite angry and maybe something sweet to lighten his yapping.

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hymn-of-muse · 6 months

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Hi! I finally found a blog that writes for wakfu yay 😭🫶.

Anyways mag I request an Evangelyne x Female Human reader who’s usually serious and independent….but suddenly breaks down and has a panic attack infront of evangelyne? Becuase she was triggered by something? If that’s alright? Thank you

Vulnerability

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Using she/her and 2nd pov

"Ha! You don't scare me!" You laughed at some big guy trying to play up the macho act to scare of you and your friends.

"Uh, as much as I admire your bravery and all, these guys have weapons and ours are out of reach right now, so maybe don't taunt the muscle guy babe??" Evangelyne warned you, motioning to the sword, bow, doll and shovel sitting safely against a rock next to the rest of the groups belongings.

You had all stopped to make some shelter and rest since the sun was setting, but a group of bandits surprised you and got between you all and your things.

Yugo was off helping gather wood and Kindle for the fire so it was only a matter of time for the kid to get back and portal the place up. You were pretty confident you could all win this as soon as Yugo showed up.

"Relax, Eva, we don't even have anything worth stealing so there's no point in these guys fighting us" you buffed, stalling for yugo.

"Ha! Nothing on ya huh? Then what's that scroll there in the pretty lady's hand?" One of the bandits pointed at scribble, the map Eva was holding, to which the shushu gave a muffled response, likely happy over being praised for his worth being recognized.

"Uh...just some cursed paper, you don't want it, trust me" Eva tried playing along with your bluff.

"Cursed paper? What kinda curse?" The bandit stepped closer, eyeing her up. That's what set you off and got you defensive. No one tries to make a pass at your girlfriend and gets away with it.

You stood in front of Evangelyne, creating a block between her and the bandit. "Back. Off." You warned.

"Piss off human, you're cute but really annoying, y'know that?" He snarled, gripping a shortsword.

"I'll show you annoying!" You stepped forward only for a flash of blue to wiz past, around the camp and stop with a skid on the ground nearby. Yugo was back and just in time.

He portals everyone's weapons to them and the fight breaks out immediately. And just like you thought the party had taken out the bandits on no time... except, now...you felt strange about it.

Maybe you were just upset you didn't get to land a hit on the guy who tried to flirt with your girlfriend, so you kicked him in the side while he was down.

"Feel better?" Evangelyne asks, placing a hand on your arm and offering a warm smile.

"Yeah" you grumbled. No. No you didn't.

The party finished setting up camp, the bandits were tied up around the rock out of the way and Raoul got a fire going with adamai's help.

You sat on a small rock by the fire while Yugo was cooking, but the smell of food being prepared didn't make you feel better like it usually would.

The group laughed about the encounter, making comments and jokes to pass the time. You'd mostly zoned it out until tristepin spoke up and mentioned you.

"Man they really thought they had us, and with your act too! Youre so tough for a defenseless human, y'know! So brave for standing up for Evangelyne like that! Very noble of you! I bet if you had a weapon you'd be about as half as fierce as me by now!"

His comment was a back handed compliment slapped across your face. Now you got why you felt so weird. Your heart felt like it sank to a pit in your stomach as it picked up pace and your chest closed up.

You shot up from where you sat and moved away from the campfire, finding a spot under the moonlight and staring at your hands as they shook.

Breathing was difficult, way harder than it should ever be. Your face felt wet, why was it wet? Why were you crying? We're those tears at your feet now? You're strong even without a weapon why are you crying?

You totally could have beat that guy up if yugo hadn't arrived, you were more than capable of taking on those bandits and defending your girlfriend, you've stood up for her before!

So why were you now curling up with your knees to your chest and hyperventilating where you sat on the ground?

It wasn't until a gentle hand touched your shoulder and and arm pulled you into a warm hug did you snap out of your spiralling panicked thoughts.

"Sshhh, it's okay, love" Eva hushed you softly as she held you. "Just take deep breaths okay?"

Great, now your girlfriend had seen you break down. Your really are just a weak human, huh?

"Deep breaths, dear. Tell me what's wrong" Eva softly encouraged you. Her concerned eyes and sweet smile met your own glossy eyes.

"Eva...am I..." You took a second to steady your breathing before attempting to talk again. "Do you think I'm weak?"

Her face changed to surprise when you asked. "No, of course not! Ugh, he's going to get such an earful for insulting you like that. I was already holding back punching that bandit When he made a comment, now that stupid Iop crossed a line!" She huffed, crossing her arms.

"You...I don't care..about the human comments, I don't need you to stand up for me over it" to told her, but something about that caught a lump in your throat.

"Hey it's not like I don't think you can't stand up for yourself, I know you're a very independent person, you know how to handle yourself and I love that about you." Evangelyne told you, face softening again.

"You're really strong and I admire you so much, I mean it" she placed a kiss on your forehead. "You definitely would have given that bandit a good beating if yugo hadn't stepped in." She smiled.

You gave her a small smile in return. "Thanks...but...maybe tristepin is right...I'm just a defenseless human." You started but she placed a hand over your mouth to silence you.

"Nuh uh. You are not. You may be the only human I know aside from yugo and Raoul, but youre my favourite. Youre strong, maybe not strong in the same way as everyone else but that doesn't mean you're weak. And if it's a weapon you want then a weapon we'll get for you. Okay?"

You leaned your head on her shoulder and muttered an okay, feeling just a bit better, but still another matter bothering you at the core.

"I'm sorry"

"Why? What for?" Her voice had a lot of surprise mixed with affection.

"For breaking down and being all.. dramatic like that." You huffed.

"Never apologize for crying, or for any of that. Okay?" She told you sternly before holding you close again. "It's okay to cry, to be scared, to feel sad. All of that is normal and not something to be ashamed of. You're allowed to be vulnerable, my love."

Her embrace and gently words calmed you down, nestling into her arms with a sigh. "I just...feel like you shouldn't have to see me this way."

"Why not? You're my girlfriend, seeing you cry isn't going to make me love you any less" she told you, pressing a kiss on top of your head.

"Come on, let's get some food before bed okay? Yugo's probably done cooking now" she stood up and offered you her hand, to which you took and walked back to camp with her.

When you say down again, tristepin asked what happened but Eva quickly smacked him upside the head. "Don't you dare call her a defenseless human again, hear me, idiot?"

"Yes ma'am" he pouted, rubilax laughing at his feet over the iop's pain.

Evangelyne took her seat next to you, a smug smile appearing on her face when she saw the proud smile you had.

"I love you" you sighed.

"I love you too, dear"

hope this was okay! the whole idea was so sweet <3

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inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 · 1 year

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1. The chosen one (Dark! Nicasia x reader)

*I am sorry for the inappropriate use that this text can present in English, I have translated it on google.

TW: Kidnapping, obssesive tendences.

Strange was the first word you thought of when you woke up in a cozy hammock of grass and things that only a qualified florist could determine. You didn't remember drinking or going to a party with friends. What's more, due to the sudden move to America, your number of acquaintances had gone down unbelievably.

You sat on the soft cloth body trying to re-create how you ended up there.

But nothing.

You felt your throat tighten from the fear that was beginning to rise deep in your chest. You waved your hands anxiously and focused on the sound of a waterfall in the distance, water trickling peacefully as travel magazines used to describe.

You didn't want to have a panic attack right now.

“You've awakened.”

You shook your head quickly.

In front of you was the most beautiful maiden you had ever seen. She had a well-kept braid, shiny, long and decorated with pearls, however, the most surprising thing was her blue hair. Her hair looked as if it had been treated in the best salons in New York, only for movie stars and celebrities.

“Yes?” You said numbly, the shock of seeing her took your breath away without knowing it.

She liked that reaction.

“My dear, you are with me now.”

Her tone didn't give you confidence.

“Who are you? Where I am? Because I am here? Are you from the mob?” Fear spread like fire with sticks.

"Calm down, little lily." Her voice was captivating, your muscles relaxed and your expression stopped being aggressive.

The mysterious lady approached you with steps similar to what she would take an angel, you hardly heard any noise and she had the poise of a model. Seeing her come towards you allowed you to observe her clothing, it seemed from those fantasy novels that you vaguely heard from your university classmates.

“You're mine.”

You stood up immediately.

"I don't even know who the hell you are!"

"Don't talk to me like that." To your surprise, your mouth closed as if by magic. “Little human, if you'd let me explain...” She didn't even bother to see your vague attempts to speak, “everything would be easier.”

"Well... talk to me," you said with great force, for some reason you couldn't insult her or raise your voice.

Her dark blue lips distracted you, but your willpower brought you back to reality.

“I am Nicasia, little lily, I am not a mortal like you. I'm not human and this is your new home.”

You took a few steps back, alarmed. It must have been some crazy, raving actress!

“Home? What are you talking about? Is it some kind of joke?”

"I can't joke…" she murmured vaguely before turning her attention to you. “I have chosen you as my consort, sweet lily. You should be proud.”

“What are you?”

The fear had escalated to the point that it was reflected in your voice. You thought about some kind of scandal related to kidnappings, any rumors to clear everything up and not have a panic attack right then and there.

"I'm a fairy, what's more," she proudly raised her chest, "I am the crown princess of the kingdom of waters and tides."

The expression on your face made Nicasia smile.

You were a limnologist, your passion had made you interact with the aborigines who lived near rivers in various parts of the Strait of California and the Mississippi. You heard legends of fantastic beings, of seductive women with long hair in shades similar to blue and green who used to take unsuspecting people to the depths.

"You're kidding," was the only thing you could manage. There was a strange tightening in your throat when you wanted to say "crazy".

You took a quick look around the place, noticing the magical landscape that surrounded you. The floor was made of sea stone that was curiously warm despite your worn boots, the walls themselves seemed to be made of flower buds, and a lot of precious objects further embellished the room.

"You'll have a hard time accepting it, but I'll show you."

To your surprise, a large amount of water came out of the large pink shell that served as a sink. Nicasia delicately moved her wrist and turned it into a gigantic drop.

That was enough to understand how screwed you were.

“I don't want any of this, really. Choose someone else, I… I'm not the one.”

The princess looked at you as if you had said something ridiculous. She shook her head and got as close to you as possible, leaving you between her and the hammock.

"Aren't you the one? I have not met any mortal more valuable than you. When my mother told me that she could start looking for a partner, I thought it was the most tedious thing in the world. I talked to almost every damn thing here looking for someone worthy to be my mate and found no one. Had it not been for my good friend Cardan, I would never have dared to go to the human world.”

She gave a dramatic pause and continued.

“Your world is chaotic, weird and uncomfortable, but I steeled myself and went on my way looking for someone special. I was persecuted by unworthy servants, naive stalkers...” Her gaze turned dark on hers. “human beings who seemed to be important because they were followed by devices called cameras. I was bored and decided to take a dip in an almost unknown river, no one would bother me there, the mud people know not to go near that area and that's when I saw you. You had a notebook and a pen in your ear, distracted you looked at the tides in the distance and you didn't notice my presence. You never did, that's what interested me. You weren't annoying like the others, you were smart…, generous and charming…” The crazy gleam in her eyes startled you. “I accompanied you both on your outings in the woods and around your beloved mortal school. A few moons passed and I realized that you were perfect. You are perfect to be a queen by my side.”

She took your hands without realizing the fear that invaded you.

"Please," you begged, holding back tears.

“Please what? sweet pearl.” Unaware of your fear, she stroked your chin. “You will remain with me forever, you will have power and riches, you will be my beloved companion forever. I will not let anyone hurt you, I will destroy all those who want to separate you from my side or seek to destroy you. No, I'm not going to allow even an unseemly look. You belong to me, lily, from the moment I saw you.”

"Leave me alone, I beg you."

The anxious pressure in your throat can no longer be ignored. It's too much information for your anxious mind.

“Why?” The tone of annoyance is not lost on you. “You should be thankful that he chose you! You were nobody out there and now you will be my wife! Isn't that a cause for joy, mortal?”

"I don't want to be your wife." You try to scream, but you can't. “I don't want to be anything of yours, put me back where I belong.”

“The only place you belong is next to me, is it so hard to understand?”

The roar it releases surprises you, your kidnapper is as precious as it is deadly.

“But don't worry” her look at you becomes more tender, “you just have to listen to my words...”

@nicasiaoftheundersea @nicasiaas @yandere-stan @yandere-daydreams @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @darkcharacters @thecruelprincess @thecruelcardan

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lavender-cassidy-iplier · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Messy Thinking ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Pairing: Darkiplier X Autistic! Reader (Romantic)

- not requested -

TW: panic attacks, sensitive topics, self-injury, this is also not to mock people who do have Autism (I actually am Autistic myself, I just got inspired to do a story with this in mind, also keep in mind that when I'm writing this I'm basing this based off of my own behavior so it may seem based off of one way an autistic person can react in but I didn't want to search up things on Google cause that's stereotypical at least as far as I see, so sorry if you may act childish in this oneshot 😅)

Contains: Fluff and comfort ❤

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Usually the rain calmed you down but today wasn't that day. The once clean bedroom of you was now trashed, in the heat of your frustration and panic. Today was very eventful and you could not handle it anymore having the stress of it all tear you down and wear you out with anger and stress. Even trying to handle your channel on YouTube for that day was aggravating since you had to do all the editing and recording yourself. It was like tearing hair out just... Just for people who probably didn't appreciate your at all! Stopping with your trains of thoughts you tried calming yourself down, "Y/N, don't say things like that your just upset it's.. Ok." You missed Dark very much but he was away on a business trip or some sorts like that so it was just you in the house by yourself. Just even by that thought alone angers you, sitting up you started pacing. Back and forth around your messy room, if it was natural to you.

Back and forth you stepped over the stuff you threw automatically you still despite being anger and upset seemed to mind where you threw things and made sure not to step on them. Your footsteps rang loudly and heavily on your bedrooms wooden floor, starting to speak your thoughts out loud as you paced. "Why did he have to leave, what was SOOO important for him to leave me for!?" You demanded loudly despite no one being there it felt better when you yelled like this.

Outlandish thoughts overfilled your mind as you stopped and slammed your barefoot onto the floor screaming. "Did he lie just so he can cheat with me!? How dare that stupid man! I thought Dark was better than that!" Going off with anything your brain told you it was difficult just to tell what your emotions were telling you verses what logical was telling you. Being it was too much you took your head in your arms before steadying yourself at a nearby wall and giving your head a good smack on the wall. Pain went through your body as you clinged your hands to your head once more. At least that calmed your mind down strangely.. Closing your eyes you sat in a curled up position allowing your muscles to relax you took a deep breath and sniffled wiping the snot that had been dripping down your nose and onto your mouth area.

Hearing footsteps come rapidly up the stairs you perked your head up a bit to see Dark rush into the room with a panicked look on his face. His eyes glanced over towards you, and his eyes softened as he immediately took you into his arms. "Y/N what happened in here awhile I was gone? Come on you can tell me." Dark spoke his smooth, deep voice soothed you as you clinged onto him tightly like he would disappear if you didn't hold onto him like a stuff animal you love and cherish. Looking around your room Dark commented. "Looks like a tornado came through here," he frowned and looked back at you as you sighed and admitted. "I did that... I.. I freaked out and made a mess.. I'm sorry." You added at the end. Dark takes his hand and gently places it on your chin and tilted your head a bit, examining it. "Did you hit your head hard? It looks bad..and bleeding." He questioned you. You only nod, although you didn't think it wasTHAT hard. Dark pulling you up to your feet carefully guided you out to the hall and into the restroom. "Let me check it, ok? Awhile I do that, can you please explain to me what happened? When I tried calling you, you didn't reply back or even text back. I was worried something terrible happened.." Sighing he lifted you up onto the counter as you steady yourself by holding onto him with shaky arms. "Well... I had.. A panic attack.." You simply explained as Dark gently brushes your h/c locks out of the way and replied "Well I can see that.. But why? Did you have a bad day?" He takes a wet soft towel and dapped it on your forehead. "It doesn't seem that bad actually I thought you harmed yourself badly.. Or accidentally! I'm not saying you'd actually harm yourself on purpose." You stayed silent, wanting to just hear his voice and have his comfort. You didn't want to hash it out and explain it little by little. "Can we just watch a movie and cuddle?" You asked ignoring what the information he wanted. "Y/N, darling. I need you to tell me so I can help you next time."

Groaning, his insistence was SO annoying to you, you glared at him trying to signal not to push it. Dark noticed this and decided to agree with you and talk about it later. "Alright fine.. But allow me to bandage you up. Just in case." He knelt down below the sink and opened up the cabinet and grabbed some roles of bandages. Standing back up he also grabbed the anti-septic wash and dapped the wet towel with it before warning you. "It may sting." You don't reply, he gentle glazes your forehead with it as you flinched alot. "Ow! Ow!" You snapped rather loudly as he took the towel away from your face and said, "Shh.. I know, I know it hurts honey, but I'm almost done." He took some of the bandage off the roll before wrapping your forehead careful not to cover your e/c eyes.

"Alright I'm all done." Dark told you as you smiled "Now can we spend time together? I missed you!" You asked pouting at him like a puppy dog. Dark still wanted to know what happened but sighed and nodded being exhausted from his trip. Even if he had to cut it short cause he was worried about you he still was glad he didn't prioritize his work before you. Picking you up he carried you downstairs to the living room and placed you on the sofa. "I'll go change, awhile you get the movie started ok?" He explained slowly to you as you smiled and nodded before grabbing the remote and turned on the TV. Dark goes over to the front door locking it and taking off his business clothing, loosening up his suit jacket and tie he hangs it up in the closet and turns off the lights having the house be dimly lit. Coming back over to the sofa he noticed you went into the kitchen noticing the kitchen light being on. "You making popcorn?" Dark guessed as a muffled "mhm!" replied back from you. Dark gently smiled and stretched his body and slipped on a plain white shirt he grabbed earlier. Pouring out the popcorn into the big bowl you take the empty bag of once full of popcorn and threw it out. Grabbing the bowl and walked into the living room again flicking the lights off. Sitting back down next to him, you lean your head on his shoulder, gaining a small smile from the male. "Didn't know you were into romantic movies Y/N." Dark commented as you nodded and played the movie nomming on a handful of popcorn.

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#darkiplier #darkiplierxreader #xreader #oneshot

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ourladytamara · 1 year

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Holiday Tradition

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@_proletkvlt 12/06/2022

Cws: CNC, violence

It’s a quiet, snowed-in day in December. Mom’s been out of the house for a few hours, and you’ve been sat up on the warm, snuggly couch, taking in one of your favorite author’s latest novels. All is silent; the weather hushes the world outside, the sound absorbed by a myriad fluffy, pearl-white snowdrifts.

Mom kicks the door in with a loud slam. You jump, immediately startled by the peace-breaking noise, to find her wearing a little Santa hat.

“I’m back! I hope you didn’t miss me!” she says, in her characteristic overly-enthusiastic tone. She’s covered in snow, her cableknit holiday sweater dappled with white flakes – in her hands, she holds the unmistakable outline of a human body covered in wrapping paper. “Oh, they had just the CUTEST Christmas stuff down at the shops!”

“You were gone for like ten minu- what the fuck is that?” you ask, as Mom hangs up her purse. She takes along, smiling stride around to the front of the couch and sets the limp-looking form down on the carpet.

“It’s our new holiday tradition, silly!” she replies, beginning to dig her fingers into the gingerbread-patterned paper. “Everybody’s doing the Dickgirl on the Shelf this year! How fun!”

She peels away the wrapping, revealing a fully-grown human woman inside of it, folded up into the fetal position. Naked, burly, and covered in a thin layer of body hair, she opens her eyes and glares up at you.

“Wh-What the fuck is a Dickgirl on the Shelf? That’s like a human person??” you ask, crawling up the couch away from the naked stranger laying on your carpet. “The named doesn’t even… rhyme – wh…”

Your mom smiles wide and finishes unwrapping the hairy woman, who immediately jumps to her feet – making you realize just how much taller she is than both of you. The only sound coming from her mouth is heavy, consistent panting, closer to an angry dog than any human you’d heard. She looms over you, rising and falling in pattern with her animalistic breathing.

She grabs you by the throat a second later, lips turned upwards in a cruel smile. Her cock, dangling like the trunk of an elephant between her toned calves, twitches in excitement. The unmistakable musk of female dick attacks your nostrils.

“M-MOM!?” you shriek, but your mother seems nonplussed.

“Relax, darling! The Dickgirl on the Shelf needs to use her special Christmas magics in order to see if you’ve been a good girl this year!”

“MOM I’M NINETEE-”

“Oh, nonsense!” Mom hushes you, rubbing the strange woman’s rippling shoulder muscles. “The Dickgirl on the Shelf is a beloved, family-friendly tradition for ALL ages – brought to us by the Central Intelligence Agency of the United States! Can’t you feel the Christmas Magic she’s radiating?”

You try to eke out a response but you’re being choked too tightly, emitting little more than guttural squawking and pained coughs. With a trembling hand, you attempt to pry yourself out of the girl’s digits – which only seems to piss her off, eliciting a hostile groan from her and disappointed tongue-clicking from Mom.

“No, honey, you can’t touch her!” Mom interjects, wiping away the tears running down your reddened cheeks, “That would ruin her Christmas Magic! You don’t want Santa to think you’re being bad this year, do you?”

You’re pretty sure Mom told you Santa isn’t real, like, a decade ago, but she was always sentimental about holidays – perhaps too sentimental, if the yearly over-the-top light display adorning your house was anything to go off. The woman squeezing the life out of your neck chuckles, and slams you down into the couch. Solid internal components jam against your figure, milky droplets of pain coaxed out of your previous state of relaxation. It doesn’t take the stranger long before she’s pinning you face-first into the cushions, mounting you from behind and ripping your warm sweatpants like tissue paper.

“See! She likes you – that means you’ve been nice this year!” Mom joyously states, clapping her hands. “Santa will be bringing plenty of gifts, I’m sure!”

You’re unable to scream or do much of anything. Now exposed, the hulking woman spits onto your perky little asshole, sliding one of her meaty digits inside and pulling a long, pathetic mewl out of you. She removes it, now forcing the dry tip of her cock up against you – and thrusting forward. Pain rockets through every fiber of your being, but she isn’t stopping. Far from it, indeed, as she grunts once more and steadies herself behind you, forcing the full length of hefty, fleshy member into your innards.

She slams in and out of you like she’s trying to hammer a nail through a board. Drool escapes your lips and mixes with the tears and snot pooling on the leather cushion beneath you. The woman starts to sweat rather quickly, soon drenching her hair-coated figure in a glistening, musky sheen of potent juices. It smears all over your ass and thighs with every violent, slapping thrust, coating you in the same reflective sheen.

“I’m so glad you two are getting along!” mom coos, ruffling your hair. “How’s about a pizza tonight, huh?”

You scream incoherently, stifled by the cushion.

“Oh, yeah, I could go for some pizza,” the dickgirl hammering your ass responds, not once breaking her impressively-consistent pace. She has a thick Brooklyn accent, her voice aged in a million packs of cigarettes like a fine wine. “What, you got like some frozen shit?”

“I sure do! I’ll throw two in – you two just behave yourselves, and Dickgirl, make suuuuuuure my little angel isn’t up to anything naughty!”

She slows down for an agonizing, half-blissful second.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll be doin’ my best.”

Her words are punctuated by a particularly-rough hand gripping the back of your head, the silence interrupted a final time – before the once-peaceful atmosphere of home turns into an endless symphony of grunting, slapping, and your agonized, half-breath sobs.

Life will be pretty interesting until New Year’s, that’s for sure.

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mochikeiji · 3 years

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jjk men when they give you a massage

— sensual massage

↠ characters: Gojou Satoru, Getou Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento

↠ warning: heavy smut! mdni! usage of toys, cunnilingus, lactation, mentions of pregnancy, hurt/comfort in Toji's part (tw: anxiety attacks mentioned), soft Toji and Dad Nanamin, cockwarming, overall nasty but fluffy on some parts

↠ a/n: after a long hiatus, I have returned :)) this was a 2k word each character headcanon so it took a really long time to finish. Hoping you all enjoy!

"Relax your muscles for me, will ya?" You can hear the slight amusement in his tone as his thumbs put on pressure to each side of your shoulder from behind. "How am I suppose to help out my poor baby if she can't stay perfectly still for me?" He was definitely liking this more than you should've been. Shuddering from the wet muscle that took a small taste from the shell of your ear behind, you feel the free palm slide down to the small of your back, fingers spread like he was telling you to stop being so tense.

Not after 5 minutes your body had already turned into a pile of mush. Maybe his hands were more than just talented in pulling you into pleasure. The stress from the life of saving people to beating down curses, and the good for nothing yapping from the higher ups was forgotten thanks to your doting lover. Who was he to just stand there by the entrance of your home while seeing you so beaten up?

Not on his watch, of course. Anyone would be slightly cautious of the ideas he'd spill from his mouth, it took you aback when he suggested to give you a massage, to which you usually do to him when he's mostly the one away. You underestimated how capable he is of everything. Of course the Gojo Satoru is born a master at this as well.

Another quiet crack was heard from behind you, jolting a bit before sighing smugly at the release. "Good girl." A whispered praise falls from his lips. Feeling a triumph smirk form seeing as you became so unbothered of everything, just sprawled against the bed and letting him do all the work. Moving his hands back to your shoulders, his thumbs pressed up on a tender spot that made you mewl softly, but enough for his ears to catch the sound. It didn't even register in his head what you just did, but it did went straight down to south.

He tried to ignore the fantasies playing out in his head and proceeds to move down once more. But alas, he was only a human with limits. With your bare body already sensitive and being treated so good, you couldn't help but release the pent up pleased sounds at the back of your throat whenever he'd press to a good spot. Satoru chewed on his bottom lip, he knows it's wrong to take advantage of this situation. You come home beaten and he promised to make you feel good. Too good, if you ask him. His palms were now kneading on the flesh of your bottom; courtesy from him asking you to take off all your clothes and leave the underwear on, he sucked in a breath at the sight of what he can make out was a tiny wet patch forming on your center. What a cute angel you were to show him how good you were feeling.

Gently, he pushes your legs further apart, still slyly moving from your back to your ass more, his fingers slowly coming in contact to where you needed him most made you whine and shudder, unaware of your own actions of shaking your hips back at him as a silent plead. Satoru was quick to get the teasing message after letting out a breathy laugh, letting go of one side of the cheek his two fingers immediately took their place to test the waters by sliding down softly against your clothed slit. The tips of his fingers tickled for a second until he began pressing a little down whilst sliding it. Already feeling yourself more soaked and needy, your hips tried to follow along his subtle movements, aching for some relief or even just his fingers inside of you would be enough. His free hand squeezed the flesh of your ass tighter as his only restraint, his fingers having one last toy with your clothed clit before pulling away with the sticky substance visible on the pads of his fingers.

"I said no moving right, baby?" He gives your left cheek a little spank before rubbing down soothingly upon hearing a yelp escape your lips, "You're suppose to relax." He's not one to be shameless when he practically just moaned that out, not even shameless to spread you apart just to admire the mess you just made when he hasn't even started. What can he say? He loves spoiling you today. "Wanna cum." You tried rolling your hips down to keep it subtle, but Satoru wasn't having any of it and holds onto each side of your waist. "Please, Toru, please touch me. Wanna cum badly."

"Do you now, baby." He runs a hand up to your spine, the coldness of his palms sending soft tremors all over your senses until he bends down to whisper in your ear, "You wanna cum?" You mewl to the tone of his voice, the dominance it leaks of sending you to nod your head dumbly, "Please baby, please." Pleading along with the movements of your hips grinding down the sheets, Satoru clicks his tongue while holding you still, the aching erection in his pants begging to be freed but chose to ignore it, "Alright, honey. But you have to stay relaxed, don't want you to strain yourself." The drawer beside you snaps shut, the excitement curls your toes knowing that was where he keeps his "special" equipment’s for events like these. Examining the black wand vibrator, smiling down when he remembers the flustered look you had when you thought he gave you something else other than what was unexpected on your birthday.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good." He nudges the head against your clothed slit just to tease, not bothering to turn the vibrations on yet watching with intensely how the head of the wand was getting soaked, " 'M gonna take such good care of my baby."

You gripped the sheets when he started to massage up and down your slimy folds, the head giving you an imagination of how he'd push his own cock deep inside you slowly and gently giving your insides a good rub. The thought of it sparked your arousal that you subconsciously moved your hips to find the pace you loved, but Satoru marked his words when he pulls the vibrator away, "I said no moving, honey." He sighs and you immediately whine at the broken fantasy and contact, " 'm sorry, Toru, you felt so good." Following his orders a while ago, you let your body sag into the sheets. Perfectly still and relaxed, no longer tense in hopes he'd continue. "Me? Just what were you thinking of, baby." Blue eyes twinkling at your words as his hands parted your legs from closing, holding the vibrator back to your center repeating the same treatment as earlier. "You, you making me feel good." You feel him press harder, happy with what you confessed and happy to see you finally letting him do all the work. The silence was then broken by the sudden buzz between your legs, moaning out hoarsely as your fingers dug onto the sheets by surprise along with your body jolting.

Your boyfriend laughs, hot and bothered by the mess that was spreading fast and how responsive you are to his actions. It was hard not to tense and move around the surging pleasure, you tried biting your lips to focus on to avoid another disappointing disappearance of your euphoria. "Hey now, you're getting all tensed up there, pretty. Ease up a bit for me, will ya?" His thumb presses down to the upper button of the vibrator, doubling the speed of the vibrations as you cried how he was controlling it, "Come on, make those cute moans of yours for me." He dugs the vibrator down to reach against your clit, squealing before letting go of your bottom lip and giving into his needs. "That's it, good girl." Squeezing the outline of his cock in his pants, he shudders at the precum staining the fabric as his fingers moved from there to your sopping cunt. He moans out his own pleasure at the dampness he feels beneath the pads of his fingers pressing down to make belief thrusting that had you almost grinding down to him.

His patience was already running thin and moves your underwear to the side, needing to milk out every little moan and pleads from you he shoves two fingers in without a warning. "Shit." He bites his lip at how greedily you sucked him in with ease. He noticed how quickened your breathing was as he rubbed one inside of you, "Honey, breathe slowly. You're gonna catch a headache if you keep doing that."

"So good, I might cum soon." You babbled out making him chuckle, "I will, I promise, but you have to control your breathing. Close your eyes for me, sweetheart." You look back to question him, only to have a firm nod and a smile that translates to, "Trust me." And you followed. "There we go, now relax for me again. Breathe slowly." This action almost caused you to drift to sleep, but upon the relaxation and comfort which was exactly what he wanted, he mutters out a string of praises as he scissors his fingers inside of you with the pace he knows you tried a while ago.

Putting the vibrator on maximum level, he groans at the clench you gave his long fingers, cock twitching at every moan and response you give him that it was possible he'd cum alone from that right there in the spot. He zeroes down to how your essences were dripping down his hand, eager to have his mouth have a taste but he'll do that some other time. Right now he focuses on beckoning his fingers on the some of the deepest spots he could reach that made you drool.

"T-toru, Toru. I'm close." You warn him. The heat inside your core coming in stronger than anything. With your palms no longer gripping and just splayed down with occasional twitches, your toes slightly curling feeling lighter and your body in a pile of goo, you couldn't tell from apart how different this one felt, but it was indeed about to burst.

"Let go for me, honey. It's okay. You're doing so good." He impales his fingers faster, hitting onto your most favored spot with the vibrator being rubbed frantically on your clit, seeing how lovingly spread out you were and obedient to just take what he gives you excites him to see your own orgasm. "So good for me, aren't you baby." He praises breathlessly, "Cum, come on, cum now." The desperation behind his voice made your eyes roll, finally feeling the cord snap inside of you when his fingers rubbed so good onto your spot.

So out of it you fail to see the mess you've made from behind, your cries deafening all of your senses as you came. "Fuck." Satoru's arms began to shake from the adrenaline. He was not expecting you to squirt all over the sheets, but fuck he couldn't stop staring nor moving the vibrator and his fingers. Milking out all of your worth, until he feels his own thigh become drenched of his own cum just from your own pleasure.

"Toru, baby, ahn— please." Your lower half was attempting to run away from the overstimulation, gulping on his groans he turns the vibrator off and chucks it down to the floor, the pads of his fingers slowly pulling out and then rubbing your abused cunt to see the remains squirting out until you had to push his hand away to cover your sensitive cunny.

"Mmm." Popping his fingers off after having a taste of your cum, he drinks in the sight of you smiling doppily at him, already laying at your back still covering your damp center, obviously sleepy and satisfied before you passed out on him.

Now Satoru was the one who needed massaging, inside of you.

"Sugu– hng fuck."

Such a precious little thing you were to think he'd for once just stop his meek mischiefs up in his sleeves. To see how obviously you were limping and shaking from the long run of your mission, he being the gentleman he is stepped up and offered a piggyback ride on the long way. Those long hours of stuck walking by the distance was tortuous. Not because of how far he knows you'll both arrive home. No, Suguru did not mind the distance at all despite having a few knocks of injuries himself, he didn't mind that he was carrying you throughout that time, no. What got him bothered was the fact of how heavy you were breathing next to his ear whenever his hand would brush up on your thighs.

It seemed like you were in such terrible ache that the slightest touch of his palm was bringing you in a comforting stage. Too comfortable. It was so unfair of you, he thought along the way with the blood in his body pulsing down with such rush to south. The amount of retrain he held was remarkable, if he were to break at some point perhaps you would've been coming home unable to walk for the next few days. Lovely Suguru had to bite down his own comments about how lewd you were being and instead promised to take care of you once you get home.

But he didn't say that he was expecting something in return. Of course you had to, after all he was the one stuck with ingesting multiple curses throughout the day. To swallow a hideous bile being that no one knows of except him was nauseating– like a full on cloth that couldn't even fit your mouth after being wiped on a pile of vomit is what he described to you before. It cursed his entire taste buds to the end.

He'd usually down himself in a whole jug of water to cleanse his palate whenever it got to his nerves. But he can't do that at the moment since he was occupied on kneading the flesh of your thighs, wincing at the visible bruises he spots, you were definitely in poor shape for the next assignments. With Shoko out with his juniors on another task their teacher has sent, you were both stuck in tending to each others needs. He was nevertheless relieved that you both came back with no broken bones and heavy gashes. There's nothing as a sore muscle Geto Suguru cannot handle. All the while his thumbs put pressure on your legs to help you with, you have just the right to lay down for him while he gets his own payback that'll cleanse away to horrid bile that took place on his tongue.

He had been focusing too much on your inner thighs purposely. That and while pushing your legs apart claiming that he was just "stretching" you to help made you hitch a breath at how he was practically and oddly breathing close to your intimate part. "I'm in a bit of discomfort here, darling." His eyes never left the sight that made his mouth salivate. Eager to have his tongue have a taste of the meal he's longed to have. You on the other hand pushed yourself up on bed, disregarding the shooting darts of soreness from your bottom limbs to caress your lovers face in worry.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? Where were you hurt?" Up and about to get the medical kit, Suguru placed his hands firmly above your thighs as a silent order for you to stay and tilts his head a little to the side until his lips meet your palm for an adorable kiss of adoration. Though you were in bad shape yet that kind heart of yours has always been doting to him he couldn't help but hide his excitement through the stroke of his thumbs on the patch of skin. "Sugu, let me help you." You scolded lightly, tapping at his hands insisting he lets you go.

He shook his head to the side, "Oh you most definitely will, pretty." The confusion written over your features was hard to resist not to tease, but Suguru was getting antsy by the passing minute and moves his hands up underneath your white button down shirt, hoisting himself up to hover over you as he dives in for a stolen kiss all the while settling you back down on the sheets, drunken at the feather like touches of him and the chaste kiss.

"Just lay down for me and I'll make sure both of us will feel good, 'kay darling?" He places one last kiss on your lips as he slid back down. Beyond confuse still you start to feel his hands knead the flesh of your thighs once more. The soreness making you wince at first before letting a shaky breath out once your muscles had gotten used to the treatment, feeling the pain disappear momentarily. You still didn't get why your boyfriend had made you lay down while he does most to make you feel better, that's when his sly thumbs came close back to your inner thighs making sure they press down even harder on the sensitive skin. Dangerously inching closer to your clothed cunny, your hips jolt followed by a surprised gasp when he placed a kiss by the center.

So this is what he meant. You gazed down shyly at the man who swiftly removes your cycling shorts and underwear away, the feeling of seeing being bare down there automatically made you squeeze your thighs together. "Suguru, I don't know if doing this will help you." You felt yourself shrink to a prey over his predatory gaze, finally getting near to his meal only to be interrupted. "Believe me, pretty girl. You're going to help me out much more than you think." Yelping at the skin being nibbled playfully as his palms took place, "Now, open up for me."

You sighed, there was no way out of this. Nevertheless you let him pry your legs open, revealing the trickle of arousal between them that has him chuckling and traces a finger on your slit. Toes curling slightly at the sensation only to have you clenching around nothing desperately. Suguru was kind enough to insert one finger in, long and thick he thrusts in experimentally. Wiggling it around, delighted at the cute mewls you were emitting and the amount of slick covering just one finger. "S-suguru." He groans at the needy grip of your walls when he retracts his finger out, keeping a thumb occupied with rubbing your clit in slow circles, his slurps up all that was coating his finger well. Not letting any of sweetness go to waste and releases with a groan. "Such a good girl for me." Too drowned out with your moans with the frantic circles on the bundle of nerves, Suguru took the opportunity to deliver a long lap with his tongue over your lips, slow and steady as his breath hits your skin.

Teasing you with hot kisses under there with occasional kitten licks. Suguru has always been skillful in bed, whether it's just his fingers and tongue doing all the work it always ends up falling into euphoric paradise for you. "Mm!" Clamping your lips tightly when the wet muscle prods in your gummy walls, you can feel the tip of his nose wiggling against your clit with the sloppy movements he kept doing just to dive himself deeper in your fervent flower. "Fuck, Suguru, s-slow down." It made your body quiver, the shameful sounds he was making between your legs ignited more heat in you than the embarrassment you feel. But with how carelessly he swipes his tongue and suckles hard on where you're most sensitive as if he was milking you out for good was enough for you to want to run away and catch a breath for a second or so.

"Taste so good, pretty girl." Hands on your ass to squeeze and spread, he praises you with another small kiss on your clit and suckles happily as you sobbed in ecstasy. " 'M feelin' a lot more better now thanks to you." Then it hit you. Suguru would always finish 2 to 3 jugs of water just to get rid of the distasteful hindrance in his mouth, with the way he's getting all handsy and obviously relieved with another flavor entering his system, you get why he ate you out like a beast starving. With your eyes already shut at his strong tongue thrusting in and out of you, you placed a hand above his head, pulling out the hair from his bun to which he hums in gratitude as he feels himself get lighter.

"Ah! Sugu!" Accidentally gripping his hair when he pinched your clit, you feel his free hand back to where you were previously in pain and began massage once more. "I did say we'd make ourselves feel better." He softly blew a hot breath over your dripping arousal, licking his lips as more came gushing out from you as you were already too far gone, "Give it all to me, sweet girl." It got to a point where you were trying to push his head away from your aching cunny. The massage on your thighs only heightened the arousal within you as Suguru had you in a wide spread, an indeed delicious meal all for him to devour. His tongue copying the movement thrust of how he'd work his cock into you, your hips rutting shamelessly much to his happiness on his face. With his sloppy he was there was no doubt that some of your mess was on his cheeks and chin.

But Suguru did mind at all. Not when you're screaming and clawing the sheets each time he edges you just to watch your creamy slick drip down and scoop it up with his fingers. "Suguru! Please ngh, so sensitive." Falls deaf to his ears with the way he kneads your thighs, his hand having a mind of its own with the spreading motion until they reach your lower lips and spread them wide. He can see how adorably you clench onto nothing, whining at the cold air that hits your exposed cunny. Deciding to put his fingers to good use, he was quick to enter two with his tongue trailing from behind. This alone sent zaps of electricity to your spine, pulsing madly at the speed of his fingers and his greedy tongue, you forgot about the pain on your lower body and brought both of your legs to his shoulders.

"Cumming! 'M cummin!!" You babbled in haze, biting your hand to keep you from screaming and the other trying to push him away. It was an electrifying, mind buzzing experience. Everything around you slowly turned white when he drives his fingers deep within your sweet spot whilst slurping all that was dripping. "Good girl, that's it." His eyes sparkled in anticipation feeling you clench around his digits, shaking beneath him giving you a final push by biting gently on your clit, "Give it all to me."

Your tummy clenches at the heat bursting, with your sobbing mewls you didn't realize how Suguru was doing down there. Greedily eating and cleaning out the mess you unexpectedly squirted all over him, the sinister intention patting him on the back for having you wrecked even without his cock. "Bubba." You call out sluggishly, the little nickname you would call him that was impossible not to get turned on especially at your state. Feeling his tongue slither in your clenching hole, weakly pushing his head away from the overstimulation. "B-bubba please, no more. Too good..too much." he doesn't listen, clouded with hunger as you were left under his mercy. "You said you wanted to help me." He points at his tongue, smiling so charmingly innocent as if he didn't just fucked you out with it and proceeds fold your legs up for a wider access and a better view of your cute face.

"You and I both know we still aren't getting better. Might as well keep going until we do, right baby?"

When they say how the weight of the world felt like it's on their shoulders, you didn't think much about it in another perspective. What's the trouble anyway, probably just a metaphor that some say. Now it was just different, the heaviness seems to keep adding as you walk your way home after another exhausting day at work. It was as if you walked with chains chained to metallic ball, nothing but self depreciation clouded your thoughts after a day gone wrong. It gets to this in everyone's point in their lives, where once a glamorous day unexpectedly takes a turn to be a loathing one. You had no idea where it started to be honest, one second you were happily chatting it up with your coworkers on your free time, the other was when one of them had offered snacks for everyone to enjoy, and then next was the quiet yet pleasing view of the city lights just below the building. And then everything just blacked out just like that.

Whether it was one of those times where you remember something from the past or went too far ahead of what's awaiting for you the next couple of days, you couldn't stop the lump on your throat from forming at the sudden intrusion of sadness coming in. The rain was no help either, only to have a jacket to cover your shivering figure all the way home added to the heaviness that took place in your heart. So cold, you whimpered at the back of your head, teeth chattering at gust of wind flying to your direction. Though feeling already dried out you forced your legs to sprint faster, wanting nothing more than to get rid of the damp amount of clothing that was making you irritated.

Bed. That was the only place where you find comfort. It's just a bad day, it'll get better tomorrow or you could just sleep it off and laugh about how silly it was whatever happened. All you needed was a good old rest, shutting down meant no problems could pester you when you're in dreamland. Yet you felt a harsh, burning sensation on your back side when you plopped down the clean sheets, wincing and moaning in pain as you slowly rolled onto your stomach. Not daring to move an inch because it burned so fucking bad, it hurts, your head hurts, your heart was heavy, you felt at lost because you don't know what was the cause of all this.

"Bub?" A soft knock against the opened door of your bedroom, "Saw your clothes on the floor soaking wet. Didn't even notice you came in." It was stupid to not fall apart from the voice of your husband who was just trying to make small talk, but with such tenderness behind them you didn't realize this was what you needed after so long of standing strong, you needed your time to just be taken care of. "Everything alright, baby?" A calloused hand swoops in on your back, the warmth coming from his palms slowly easing the frozen tension to your colder ones each motion even with one thin layer of clothing in the way. The hem of your white tee risen a bit when he slides his hand underneath it, alarmed at the hisses you let out and the obvious scrunch on your brows shows him how you were in a position of discomfort.

"You're so cold." He frowns, "How 'bout you go freshen up with a nice warm bath? Wouldn't want you catching a flu now." His hand slides away from your skin, leaving you to softly whine at the lost of contact to which he didn't hear and was about to get up and run you a bath. As sweet as it was for him to be so attentive, you didn't want to get up anytime soon if it weren't for the pain residing in your body. You could only plead for him to stay next to you than go elsewhere. After all, his presence was enough to bring you the comfort that you've been searching for.

"Doll, you're gonna get sick."

"It hurts, Toji." You sobbed, "Everything sucks. I suck." Your words caught muffled on the pillow on your face, submitting yourself to defeat to the unknown. It just didn't made sense how someone who was just happy one moment ago could be at their lowest the next minute. "Hey now, you're beating yourself more y'know? None of that crap. It ain't true." He brushes off your hair from your face, trying to catch a glimpse of you who attempted to bury yourself deeper on the pillow, but clearly he can see how your chest heaves and the sniffles you pathetically tried to keep quiet. "What's hurting you, munchkin?" Even the toughest surface can be softened just like how Toji is after years of being glued by his side. It felt so nice to see him show another side no one even he knows of. The tip of his nose just nuzzle at the side of your head like a cat wanting attention just makes you melt and inch close to nuzzle against him in return.

However the tranquility was interrupted by the slipped hiss from your lips when his thumb presses up on your upper back. Immediately Toji gets the situation, humming before murmuring a little apology as he hovers above you. Planting both of his knees to the sides of your legs while raising your shirt up to expose the skin. "S'okay sweets, I've got you now." The hands that were mostly used to handling deadly weapons– the one's that have been tainted by the blood of other's and could easily break anything was impossible to believe that these were the same but most tender one's carefully easing up the pain. He gives at least 10 minutes of focus on the upper, middle and lower part of your back. Occasionally hearing the slight sound of released tension mostly on the middle section, seeing how your eyes were brimming with tears Toji treated you like a fragile glass trying to make you feel better. Aware of his strength, he's slightly cringing at the thought of putting too much pressure and actually cracking a bone especially when he's not one to even offer a massage in the first place.

It pained him to hear the little sniffles you desperately tried to hide in the pillow. All he could do now was simply hope that his presence was enough to let you know that he was ready to do anything to cheer you up. A shiver ran down your spine from the chapped lips that went in for a tender kiss on your shoulder, you could hear the numerous praises, "You did good," "I'm proud of ya, doll," and "Let me take care of the rest for ya." Fall in the softest tone he could muster. The once deadliest assassin dropped down into a loving, doting husband who treated you with royalty awakened something inside of your depths. A carnal need to have your husband, feel him to the bone; make it seem like the world to disappear and leave you two in your own. The comfort of his palms ignited a heat that was spreading quickly, with a shaky sigh and quiver of your body from the heightened sensitivity, you let your hips roll up gently. Where Toji sat but not letting his weight down further, his breath hitched a bit loud feeling you rub against him. A pleased and wanton hum escaping your lips when you felt his hands on your hips, sighing at the rock hard erection forming in his sweats as he follows your movements.

"Tojiii.." you dragged out a whine, the sluggish movements of his hips drawing out the impatience in you. "Need you." Oh don't give him that look, the wobbling pout on your sad lips, pleading droopy eyes, a man who could not be fallen to his knees could be easily slammed down by you and you only. "I don't think that's a good idea there, doll." He groans when you rubbed harder against him, pinning your hips down with a huff and incoherent grumbles. "You're gonna be in a lot more pain trying out some freaky stuff here. We can always do it when you're in good shape."

With a pat on your bum, your hand reaches out to grab onto his wrist. So lost in words all there was to do was opening and closing your mouth until he could only hear sniffles. To come off looking so needy wasn't what you intended your husband to see you, rather you wanted him to anchor you down back to earth and away from the void that took a hold of you. "Please, I really need to feel you." The lithe movement of your thumb across his knuckles softened his heart. If he was a man who would do anything for survival, he was also a man who would do anything for his wife. At times in need, he never wanted to witness you in a state of helplessness; to not comprehend that state is more dreadful than it seems. Completely utterly lost and at the verge of breakage, the only thing left to do was to find the last thing to keep yourself together.

He lets a sigh out, from that your hand falters, slowly backing away as your buried your head down in shame for such display. Embarrassment flooded your senses wanting nothing more than to shield away from Toji and puzzle yourself up, but that won't be a thing anymore now that the sudden cold air flashes on your naked skin below. Gasping with a shiver, you were unable to look back when you felt an all too familiar rough pad of his thumb rub around your arousal. "I'll let you cockwarm me instead, but I won't be movin' just for your sake." And without a warning, the thickness of his cock knocks you out like a light, eyes rolling back at the intruding pleasure as you clutched onto the pillow. Just like he promised, he stays still inside of you. Quietly letting a few grunts whenever you flutter around him and squeeze so appreciatively tight on his throbbing cock.

You were panting at the heavily overwhelming length inside of you. If you could move or shift a little with the already crown tip hitting so deep in you, you could cum on the spot already. Instead you basked in his presence, how nice it was that he let's you do this without any question. It goes to show that even at times where you couldn't get a word out, Toji happens to simply understand immediately. Sometimes you ask yourself if you really deserved someone like him in your life. To Toji, he was nothing more than a rogue man nothing to hold him back. It struck you now how he's left the life he used to live in before just to stay with you and become an entirely different man. That alone left a huge lump in your throat– like howls of a wolf with the speed of light does darkness consume you once more.

Lost in a void of unexplainable doubts and thoughts. With the presence of fear in place, you get it now. It was one of those episodes again and it came in unexpectedly. Where everything was built perfectly suddenly just bites the dust in a blink of an eye. So that's the reason why you felt like this. And to think you had dragged your husband into your mess worsened it. He's had his own episodes and you didn't want him to see another one just like it, yet with gentle touches on your sides you feel a nuzzle on your temple. A kiss placed there and your bubble pops– the darkness disintegrating and what looks like peace comes back.

"I'm here, bub."

There was a sting that was slowly settling in your chest. Since when has your breathing become labored? And since when was your face so damped with sweat? Turning to face Toji, you expected him to have a brow raised and begin dropping questions as to what was wrong with you. Instead to be greeted with a patient man ready to tend to your needs and listen, like he said he stays perfectly still, only allowing his hands to run over the skin and pained muscles to soothe them. He doesn't dare speak, not when you're trying to collect everything that's happening in your surroundings, but he couldn't help himself to leave a quick peck on your nose for safe keeping; it was as if by that he silently was letting you know that it was okay. Everything was going to be alright. He was here.

Only you and him now. No one else. As if time had stopped, there were no longer worries to see up ahead. There only stood a man who had his arms open for you to run to. Fear that once sat so comfortably on its place vanished, and was replaced by no one other than Toji looking sincere than the sinister person that was there before. There was no longer need to get lost, not when you're holding the hands of a skilled fighter who can protect you and get you out of there. Even if he has to it again and again.

The pain in your back was not as sore as it was minutes ago. Toji could not only see that but he can feel it by the way your hips were moving on their own. Yet again, he dares not to speak. "Good girl." He praises you with another kiss, guiding you with slow thrusts to match the calming yet lazy pace. Chuckling at the moan that escaped when he jackhammers a little, "That's it, you have me right here, doll. Not goin anywhere." Eyes closing at each throb his cock would do as you held onto his bicep. Clawing when you let him take control over, the usual pounding and make out sessions dissolve into the most intimate and gentle loving way as possible. Toji could get used to this, considering how drunken he's gotten on how your lips never left his as he swallowed up your mewls.

"Ah!" You pulled away with a weep, biting on his shoulder to muffle the next couple of noises. Toji curses at the surge of sensitivity from your actions before smirking down, "There?" Already knowing the answer, he only pounds in with a bit of force. Walls greedily and happily sucking him deeper, mouth panting heavily at the heat of your belly. He watches you crumble underneath him, "T-toji, I love you, ngh!" Shakily his breath became ragged, feeling his own high coming in close from your words, "I know, baby. I love you too." Urgent but still not rough his thrusts have become. Strings of i love you's seems to be the only thing you could babble at the moment, no longer could Toji separate your tears from the convulse of your creaming cunny or how much you've expressed yourself to him. "That's it, such a good girl cumming for me." He lets your cry back onto the pillow with his arms wrapped below you. "I love you, thank you so much. Iove you so much."

"Shh." Hushing your cries by holding you close, "Always here for you, bubs. It's okay now." Finally as he spills deep into your womb. Even feeling sticky and sweaty doesn't bother him anymore now that he's finally seen the serene look on your face as you slept peacefully on his chest. He'll draw the bath in a few hours or so if he wakes up early, he thoughts. If he had to be honest, he didn't expect he'd live a life of a domestic husband. Never has he pictured he can become a different person when it came to you and how he's handle situations like these so easily than the usual bloodied battles. Yet he doesn't complain one bit, to live this life with you and to share everything even problems and hardships, he was ready to face it all with you and for you. The world can wait, it had been a rough and tiring day for you. He hopes to see you wake up the next day beaming at him with the light glimmering back in your eyes. It pained him so much to see them shattered and dull, never does he want to see you feel like that ever again.

So now he holds you, making sure to rub a few minutes on your muscles for safe keeping while staring blissfully at your peaceful features. "Always here for you."

Especially now that he knows that you'll be expecting.

Even as he appears to be quite a grouch to many, your husband has been an absolute gem throughout the years of your life. So doting and loving with you behind doors, would even spare a minute or an hour just to cherish the peace being in your arms, now more than ever with a growing life in you after 2 years of marriage. To think that this man would bring up the topic about children one day had taken a shock out of you, claiming that he would love to have a little version of you or him to take care of and to love even more just showed how incredibly soft and loving Nanami was deep inside.

Proving how serious he was with his family planning that night after h stumbled upon a very pregnant woman with a child no more than what looks like a kindergarten attached to her hip, and with a husband who was just playfully waving an elephant plushie over the eyes of the child watching the shy smile turn into a toothy grin as the mother watches them, Nanami could only feel himself hold a breath at the scene he was blessed to witness when he was out for his coffee break and to order some bread on the way back to work. Of course at first he tried shaking off the feeling, though it was a pleasant sight to see. The life of a jujutsu sorcerer was a never ending field of sorrow indeed, he wouldn't tell anyone but his heart aches for children like Itadori to be exposed so early to such gruesome life than enjoying their youth as they should.

Families were the last thing in his mind, always thinking ahead especially with his line of job he worries too much about the future. But that didn't stop him from secretly longing to have something that'll bring him a brighter aspect of meaning and happiness in life. Something he could protect and watch them smile even the messiest at times and run around the house, waiting for his arrival and yelling out, "Daddy!" With so much glee and would just pounce their tiny little bodies onto him tightly. Nanami wanted that so badly. He wanted a baby— a family. It was more than enough to have anyone weak in the knees upon hearing his honest confession and hidden secrets about this, you gushed at how precious he was the night he told you he wanted to try for a baby. Rubbing subtle circles on your stomach as if he was already picturing it swollen and carrying his child.

Next thing you know was how happily he showed you how thankful he is you agreed, and how he didn't hesitate to push himself to his limit just to make sure he spills every ounce of his baby batter inside of your womb. The sex that had turned into a much heated and promising one to make sure you get pregnant, having to fold your legs over your chest just to drive himself deeper to avoid any spillage. Nanami kept his word in every deep thrusts and praises of how good you'd look all round and waddling with his baby. It continued on again and again and again for a week until the biggest announcement he's longed to receive has been uttered out. Leaping up from the comfort of your bed after a hectic day of constant whining from his senior was turned into ash once he had you in his embrace, thanking every bit and worshipping you for giving him his very most wanted gift that only you could provide.

Throughout the months of your growing pregnancy he's already expected the number of hormones about to be thrown in his direction, but choosing between you or his blabbering senior he wouldn't mind the random outburst or rants you would pop here and there. He finds his own pleasure in moments like those, for example was that he gets to hold you close. Always ensuring his hands were placed protectively on your growing belly as he basks in the warmth of your skin. You had grown so plushy that what you're insecure about, Nanami loves down to the bone. Loves having your now soft body mold perfectly against his solid form, loves to sneakily squeeze the ravishing flesh while acting like it was an accident when he was secretly enjoying it too much. Too say that falling in love over and over again was one thing Nanami thought was preposterous, but as that glow he sees that no one possesses other than his astonishing wife, it felt like he was in a loop hole of endlessly falling to your grace. He loved your entirely new appearance day by day.

But as lovely as it sounds, there were the days where being pregnant makes you question everything you've done and just want the child out immediately to stop the scorching burn and rush of unwanted hormones. Sitting has never been so hard for you especially when you couldn't stay still and find a good position, it pained your back because of your now 8 month old womb grew into a size of a watermelon being carried around 24/7. Your feet felt like giving up each time you waddled around the house, the only good thing that soothes it was when your husband gives you a nightly foot rub to his suggestion. But what was bugging you the most was the heaviness and fullness your breasts have become. The soreness would concern you sometimes, but your doctor had assured you that it was normal for a pregnant woman to feel these kinds of symptoms, some may have gotten used to it a couple of days. But the feeling of being too full was overwhelming, not to mention how many times you'd hiss at the sensitivity when your nipples would brush up against the shirts you wore at night whenever you take off your bra.

Nanami watched as he laid beside you with a book held on one hand, averting his vision away by surprise when he sees you cupping your breasts and moving them around gently. "Might I ask why?" He coughs, even though he's seen you a bunch of times, even touched you in many ways Nanami still carried out being the gentleman that he is as your husband. You felt heat rise up your cheeks having him to see that, you were so focused on the pain you've completely forgotten how he's practically next to you. Nanami doesn't mind all these, you could tell the man anything and he won't be one bit disturbed or question it. Instead he would find ways to help you through it, and that's the problem. Telling him this, there's no doubt that he would even try to resolve this, you just couldn't help but get bashful underneath it. You couldn't lie to him especially at this rate of your pregnancy.

"They're really sore."

Mumbling out quietly, even with calm eyes they felt as if they were drilling holes just by looking at you. Kicking the blanket up a bit, you reached out for the covers and hid yourself inside, embarrassed at the awkward silent in the room when you see a bit of wrinkle from the side of the blanket whilst being tugged. "Why did you hide in the covers though?"

"It's not everyday you see your wife holding and saying her boobies hurt out in the blue." Pouting with a huff, you hear a faint chuckle beside you and the snap of a book shut. Nanami placed it above the nightstand next to the bed and sits up as well. "Dear, it's perfectly fine." Tapping over the barrier that was in between you. He smiles at the vivid memory he has of you bashfully hiding behind Shoko back in the days when you'd come near him. Old habits seemed to never die hard. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, better if you tell me so we could've done something sooner."

"Who knows it might have been very alarming."

"You act as if I'm puking my insides right now." Gracefully the covers fall from your no longer grasping hands, the vulnerability now at the presence of your adoring husband who was quick enough to leave a loving kiss on the side of your head, "I'm only worried about you, sweetheart." Leaning on the palm that rests on your jaw, his thumb moves into little strokes below your chin that was slowly lulling you to drowsiness. The natural masculine scent filling your senses with security and trust, something you sigh to as your body felt like mush beneath his spell. A hum drums out from him before stealing in a chaste kiss that has you pouting when he pulls away too soon. It's always such a rare sight to see the monotonous ex salary man become so loving and tender behind doors. Finding yourself smiling dreamily at how blessed you were to marry such a fine gentleman, Nanami had taken the opportunity to hoist you up with ease, no sign of struggle or anything at how effortlessly he switches your position to straddle above him. His hands always finding their way home to your stomach, never once missing a day to give it a good rubbing with a few chats from a father to his child. Seeing how attentive he was excites you to see much more of him once your baby is out.

"You know you shouldn't be too rough on yourself on that part." You flinch at the sharp gaze he lands on your chest, seemingly studying them like how he'd analyze critical situations was quite amusing. His gaze lands back on you, giving it a few seconds of secretly admiring your beauty on top of him, so full and just so delightful in his eyes. "Ken.." you trail off, squirming from his heated gaze missing how his lips curled up slightly at your meek actions. "Would you like me to take care of it for you?" Something about the way he said it brought fire inside of your core. So low and careful he sounds, almost tantalizing for you to have control of as you mindlessly guided his bigger hands to cup your chest. Right as you nod, Nanami gives them a small, cautious squeeze. Your husbands hands feeling so godly touching your tender breasts as you sigh shakily. The first few minutes was him moving his thumbs underneath them whilst the rest of the fingers gently presses down like the keys of the piano to stimulate.

He's had a small smile plastered on his face hearing you release the tension from the inside. Occasionally holding his wrist with a small that feels good here and there, he's glad he's helping out during your times in need. Moving his hand a bit higher, he accidently grazes on the pebbled bud against your tank top, squeaking at the sensation, your sensitivity had only heightened during his session. Though Nanami had no intentions of doing that, his breath got caught up when he notices a small patch of wetness leaking through the fabric. He knows its wrong, but he seems so fascinated at the new reaction you gave him just by the slightest touch on your body, he gulps down a bit before clearing his throat. You on the other hand had been embarrassed far enough and pried his hands away from cupping your breasts. "I-I think that's enough, I feel much better already." Stuttering out, he wasn't budging away as you bit your lip feeling the intense heat get to you, "Thank you, Ken. I'm really okay now." Trying to get up your top shifts upwards when you raised your arm, immediately pulling it back down and covering both visible buds and hissing at the fabric rubbing onto them. It was no good seeing the smallest spot damped already.

"That looks very painful." He gestures. You shrink under his words feeling nothing but embarrassment flooding you, "How about you take it off," sly fingers tugging on the edge of your top, the other one pulling you close by the waist, "and let me take care of you." Wishing you could say that it was okay and unnecessary, no words came out of your mouth to which Nanami smiled fondly off. In the end, he helps you out of your top leaving you bare for his hungry eyes to feast upon. He bit back a groan by hiding it with a pleased hum, your stomach on full view and the glints of your leaking milk supplies has him weak. You were absolutely breathtaking and sure as hell knocked the oxygen out of him.

"Um.."

"What is it, sweetheart?" About to back out from the bareness in front of him, he races you through your words by cupping your luscious breasts back in his skillful hands. Sighing at the tantalizing hold he has of them, you give in, "Please be careful. They're extra sensitive." Looking down to your stomach, Nanami leans in forward and captures your lips. Sealing away all worries when he feels you relax onto his hold. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." What you did not expect was to feel his lips suddenly place a kiss on the erected bud before engulfing it in his mouth. "A-ahn! I thought— oh, Kento!" He suckles softly on your nipple, the rich foreign flavor coating his tongue, happily lapping it out as he slowly becomes hypnotized by the taste and your lovely noises.

"It feels much more nice when you let me take care of you with no worries, love." He says before blowing soft air onto your swollen nipple that has you tugging onto the golden strands of his hair, "Let your husband take good care of you." Panting above him, you heave in the air heavily humping your covered sex on his strong thigh carefully yet obviously showing your needy self. Happily he returns to suckling and poking the tip of his tongue to tease the erected bud. Like the haze you seemed trapped in, your chest was beginning to feel tingly before it calms down to the awaited relief you yearned for as your husband drains all of the milk that was left.

Giving your right nipple one last suck, he releasing it with a pop, examining the leaking tenderness of your breast as he moves to the next one. "Eep! Don't play with it!" Once he suckles on your left one, the surge of stinging pleasure zaps into your spine feeling him roll the previous worn out one in between his fingers. "Ken, mh! Please." His gentle grip falters on your hips when he can feel the dampness on his thigh spreading. Forgetting the fact that you were much more prone to sensitivity during intimate moments, your hormones were just as good as affected as well. Still he moans quietly as he milks you from all your worth, staying perfectly still just for you to have your enjoyment grinding your pulsing cunny. The scratch on his shoulder halted his actions followed by a loud whine from you, immediately he pulls away much to your dismay.

"Are you alright? We can stop now if you're in any pain." Cupping your face tenderly, he tries to capture your lips with his as a silent understanding between you two when you whined out, "Wanna cum, please daddy. Don't stop." Frozen as a rock, Nanami registers the low, wanton tone that had just blessed his ears. His trousers felt like they were scorching his skin, but he knows he couldn't have you as it might have risks factors. "Want daddy to take care of you, angel?" Hand slithering down to touch your soaking cunny, the warmth of his hand causes you to twitch around when he rubs on your aroused clit, "Unh— please!" The calloused pad of his thumb giving you the rough texture like sensation that was rubbing wonders down there. Nanami occupies himself back to your neglected breast as the other free hand tweaks the other one.

The dopey smile on your face hasn't changed, it was like he could almost make out the small tiny hearts forming in your eyes while babbling so much pleads and whines about how sensitive you were whenever he bites down just a bit or pinches your bud. "So goood, gonna cum soon." You slur out, head falling on his shoulder hearing a pop coming from your chest, "Is that so? Good girl." The smile widens as he listens to the sobbing moans you gave out when he circles frantically on your pulsing pussy. "KEN! KENTO!" You cry, bracing yourself from the rush of coil ready to explode from your body. His free hand cupping on your breast and briefly giving a small squeeze and tweaks in between his fingers, "Cum now, it's okay."

Shaking thighs, tongue lulling out. You were completely spent as your body sags onto your husbands body. His hand never stops moving until you rode out your orgasm, but now it was starting to feel like he was milking you out as well down there for you to cry out, "A-ah, no more, daddy. So sensitive." Quivering away, he obliges. Holding you softly by the waist and bombarding you with questions about how you felt and if there was something he did wrong. Exhausted and all, you could only give Nanami a small smile while snuggling deeper in his body when he runs his hand on your back, "I'm okay now. Thank you for taking care of me."

The weight of your breasts feeling much more lighter than minutes ago, contented with the light kisses on the crown of your head and a clear, "I love you." From your husband. All the while his heart beat was setting some melodic trance that has led you to drowsiness, you miss the way he suggested to take a warm bath before going back to bed, and a snack or two because you've worn yourself out just by receiving an amazing treatment. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you or his baby. Even with his own needs, Nanami would always put you first above everything. From a monotonous man, there that held you close was nothing more than a loving, doting husband you were lucky to marry.

A sight that people will never see behind the closed doors indeed.

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Foul - Boxer!Din AU

Definition - To break one of boxing’s rules (i.e. hitting an opponent below the navel, ear or while they are down), which can ultimately lead to point deductions if they are repeated.

A/N: The results of my Boxer!AU poll told me that the majority were interested in a jealous/protective boxer so I hope I have delivered! As always, relaxed fit = unedited, no beta. We also have a sneaky introduction to Paz in the Boxer verse which is super exciting! His concept art has been completed by the insanely talented @ronnieiswriting when I said I saw a mix of Jason Momoa and Winston Duke as our heavy. PLEASE heed the warnings in this chapter. There is nothing explicit but the topics hinted at might be triggering.

Word Count: 7k

Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)

Warnings: SMUT! (unprotected sex), blood and violence, toxic masculinity and derogatory speech, hints at discussions of non-con, somewhat possessive behavior, spanking, dom!Din and everything that comes with it.

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He might as well have been in hell. A colosseum of decaying humanity and dirt floors that erupted in a burst of dust like poisonous ash every time his next opponent fell. The hollow thump of pure muscle meeting the ground of the makeshift ring only drowned by the cheers of spectators. Masked, shadowed—unseen as they dropped hundreds – thousands sometimes – on which gladiator would remain standing in the end.

He felt like a king, a god among men within the confines of his realm of rope and canvas. It was easy to forget—standing under the spotlights that highlighted the sweat and blood and sculpted beauty of primal masculinity that it was a hollow victory any time he fought in the seedy underground rings of Akiva.

Every gladiator was a slave. Even the victor.

Why the fuck did he think it was a good idea to let you come to one of these fights?

“Enough!”

Paz’s unassailable strength banded around Din’s chest, pinning his arms to his side—attempting to contain lightning in a glass jar. Sweat, blood—it all dripped into Din’s eyes as he growled at his opponent, passed out in the middle of the dirt ring—face swollen and puffy from Din’s fists.

Laser focus and animosity spilled from charcoal eyes as he tried to break free of his friends hold with a vicious yank forward of powerful shoulder and an unfaltering purpose. The bastard had it coming. One round a few punches wasn’t enough to slake Din’s anger, the fumes of rage seeping into his skin and clouding his senses until all he could think of was making the asshole on the ground before him pay.

The practiced speed that Din wrapped his hands slowed at the rowdy group on the other side of the room. Dammit, for all the money they brought in, could these cheapskates not provide separate fucking changing rooms so he didn’t have to be subjected to idiots jacking themselves up on testosterone and false hope?

But pissing contests and fragile masculinity weren’t what caught his attention. He could tune that bullshit out like a fine art. What caught Din’s attention was the obvious death wish one of his possible opponents had – if he even managed to get that far up the ranks to Din – when he waved a red flag in front of the boxers’ metaphorical bull.

“See that one in the front row? You know the one I’m talking about.”

Bawdy agreements and asinine gestures raked up Din’s spine, thorny—and prickling nerves of instinct that made him pause the music blaring in his ears. He fucking hated the scum he came across in these fights. Gang members, criminals—the dredges of humanity he sometimes worried he was part of.

“Gonna get her on her knees choking on my cock before the night is out. Sluts like that love titles, champions—why else do they attend? Good excuse to win tonight, eh fellas?”

“Do you wanna completely destroy your career?” Paz yelled over the chortles and raucous cheers for more, for revenge—for everything under the poor fallacy of a sun that strung in dim, bald bulbs along the notoriously infamous Avika fighting ring.

Din thought you would be safe, arrogantly assuming people would avoid even looking at you once they saw who you were with. And you had been—you were safe, but even he couldn’t protect you from the thoughts of others.

The larger man struggled with him, dragging him out of the ring when it was obvious his words were falling on deaf ears. All Din could hear was the little pricks voice in his head from hours before.

Din stood.

Inhaled, exhaled—tried those bullshit breathing exercises that were supposed to focus his mind before a fight. Help to rein in a temper like his from overflowing in devastating tidal waves to destroy all around him. Din didn’t lose his temper often—but when he did, it was lethal.

The breathing exercises didn’t work.

Because the idiot kept talking.

“Did you see the ass on that?”

Leers sounded from his group of friends. Encouraging the vile words that Din always knew came from a man who felt entitled to a woman’s body. He had seen enough of the underbelly of the world to know what that led to time and again. Din might have been shameless in his youth and even until recently when it came to sex, to one night stands, to women—but he fucking respected the girls he fucked or didn’t fuck.

“Traipsing around in a dress like that? She’s looking for the attention,” the asshole defended himself when one of his party voiced an alternative point of view. They were promptly shut down and didn’t speak again.

Din’s blood turned to ice. An image of you running a hand down his arm on your way to your seat when you parted ways for him to get ready, dress sinfully tight but effortlessly classy—a zip front he was dying to pull open with his teeth later that night.

“It’ll look so good with my cock buried in it…”

The ice in his blood turned to fury, white hot and molten as he tied off the tape at his wrists—throwing the roll into the dingy locker he had been given for the evening. The clatter of noise from where it slammed against the metal back was the only warning he was planning on giving them. The lull of conversation was fleeting, his warning going unheeded—when dim-witted morons didn’t read the murder in his gaze.

Looks like they weren’t nearly as intelligent as the pigs he thought them to be.

Grabbing his water bottle and phone, Din stalked towards the chipped door—distracting himself with a text of “don’t go anywhere alone in this place, sweetheart. Ask Paz to go with you” sent to you without a second thought.

The immediate response of “Yes yes I know, for the thousandth time. Don’t worry and focus on yourself” did little to assuage the roar of blood in his ears. There was only one thing he heard over the noise, one thing as his vision became hued in red and fixated on a single target.

“Wonder if she’ll let me fuck her there too—can’t imagine she’s a virgin but her ass will still probably be tighter than her cunt.”

Bald headed and littered in scars and tattoos of a gang known for their viciousness, the other boxer – if he could even be called that – thrust vulgarly into the air, mimicking the hold he would have on the girl. Din’s girl.

The fucker had a death wish.

And Din was only too happy to play the part of the grim reaper.

His friends voice hardly registered over that same ringing in his ears, the roar of protective aggression at the lecherous sneer on the other man’s face who now lay in a heap in the dirt, the filth he spewed about his masseuse, his girl. How beady eyes, cold and villainous dared to drift away from Din before the bell sounded—over his shoulder, to where he knew you were sitting. Knowing your body had been tainted by the gaze of a man who would sooner take what he wanted from you by force than look at you with anything akin to the respect you deserved—it made something snap inside of Din.

And he attacked.

He was lucky he had only been disqualified.

He was damn lucky no one called the cops.

But the perks of underground fighting, was that everyone who attended had something to hide. And no one wanted to be caught in the middle of shady transactions or betting on fighters to beat each other to a pulp. Hell, the savagery Din subjected the other guy to was exactly what half the fuckers who showed up hoped to see.

Din wasn’t just a nameless street fighter though, not anymore. He had something to lose. Any smear on his record for assault and he would be suspended from tournament participation quicker than the asshole’s body dropped after a crushing blow under the jaw by Din’s right uppercut.

Thank fuck Din’s main sponsor was equally as shady. A good man by Din’s logic, but merciless when it came to succeeding. Din being benched was the surest way to make his benefactors patience run out. No, Paz was right—Boba even more so when he clocked Din good in the cheek after Paz wrestled the irate male out of the ring.

“You fucking idiot, bloodlust is an ugly image, boy—”

“I am not a boy—” Din snapped at Boba, teeth bared and bloody from his split lip, neck straining when he spat the words viciously at his long-time coach. He ran his tongue over the metallic tang of blood before spitting it out of his mouth onto the dirt flooring by the chaotic rows of metal seating.

“You almost killed a guy in the ring, you little shit,” Boba snarled with equal venom, matching the anger reflected in Din’s gaze with furious sense Din didn’t want to witness.

“Let me go,” was all Din growled, eyes never leaving his coach’s even when Paz loosened his arms around his chest. Heaving, coal black eyes darkened dangerously and stabbed the former boxer with a dare to try and restrain him again. The other man shook a rope of dreadlock that had come loose from the strip of leather he kept his hair tied in and made to say something when Din interrupted,

“Where is she?”

Paz closed his mouth, heavy brows furrowing over his eyes as recognition dawned in their dark hues,

“Is that what this is about? Dammit, vod—it’s not like she’s your girlfriend, isn’t that what you always say?”

“Don’t fucking try me tonight—” Din snapped aggressively, the threatening hum between the two men charged to dangerous voltage.

“Din?”

Your voice washed over him – aloe on the burns his fury had scorched his skin with – and he was making his way over to you in the next moment, mind battling with instinct as he ignored the calls and curses of his friends.

Mine.

Not yours—

Mine.

He moved with feral grace, parting the sea of people who bleated from the sidelines but cowered in his presence once his attention was facing them and there was no canvas or rope to separate boxer from spectator. They were lucky. He didn’t see them. Would step on them if they were stupid enough to stay in his path. All he could see, was you—watching him with confusion and concern marring those pretty features, absent of fear in the face of an incensed, adrenaline fueled boxer post fight.

He exhaled a growl as he came to stand before you, the sound cavernous and deep in his chest—the hands you had lifted to examine his face intercepted by his own when he grabbed them. His fingers wrapped fully around your wrists, and he was reminded of how fragile you were – even if you worked out whenever you could and had a will of iron that would make you whack him for saying that – and just how easily a man like him, any of the fighters here tonight—could hurt you.

Never.

They wouldn’t dare.

Not with him around.

But how could they know?

How would they know to stay the fuck away from you?

Knuckles stained with dirt and blood; his hand rasped against the softness of your palm as he dragged you in the direction of the unused backstage waiting room fighters had been offered as a changing room. Where this whole fucking thing started.

“Din—Din, what the hell happened up there?”

You jogged behind him to keep up with his pace, long legs taking him farther than your shorter ones could when confined to the heels you had worn for the night out. He stalked through the dimly lit corridors to the flaky, chipped door with a temporary sign on lined paper with “ATHLETES” scrawled along the front of it like some ironic joke.

He almost bent the worn, cheap metal handle in half—nearly pulled it from its socket with how hard he tore the door open and dragged you over the threshold inside.

You whirled on him with a huff, eyes flashing and hands planting on your hips in growing annoyance.

“Din will you just—”

You didn’t get another word out.

His wrapped hands cupped your cheeks between them, his mouth on yours hungrily when he bent over you. Biting, clawing, desperate—the kiss was more a battle of tongue and teeth than anything else. There was nothing soft, nothing slow or affectionate about the way his teeth sank into your bottom lip so hard you gasped. The way the blood seeping from his split lip painted yours in a crimson rouge—smeared and varnishing you in a visceral mark of his claim.

“Mine,” he snarled unknowingly into your mouth, lapping his tongue along the prairies of your tastebuds, plundering the depths of your mouth to brand every inch of you he could reach. Inside and out. His hands had the same idea, forming down over the shape of your curves as he walked you back blindly to the disused vanity pushed against the closest wall. Topped with a row of mirrors undoubtedly used by performers for whatever this place had once been used for, the glass was now aged with discoloration.

It didn’t matter.

He didn’t have eyes for anything but you as he hiked your legs up to perch you on the edge, your fingers curled into the taut muscles at his neck and clawing down over the sweat slick muscles of his pecs—catching on flat nipples that made ripples of pleasure heat his body further. Mad him tangle a hand in your hair, yank your head back harshly and meet your eyes with dark desire before dropping to your neck. His newest target.

“Din…” your irritated, questioning tone had morphed to fervent sighs. His tongue mapped a trail from the corner of your mouth – tasting the tang of his own blood – to the rapid tattoo of your pulse, a delicate sheen of perspiration beginning to shimmer on your flushed skin from the arousal. Another layer of flavor for him to get drunk on.

So fucking hot under his hands.

So beautiful.

So his.

“Mine,” he repeated into the curve of your neck, framed by tremulous stretches of muscle either side that he carved with scrapes of his teeth to leave tracks of slow fading pink grazes before he bit into it. Your legs – already open and inviting him to settle between them – crossed at the ankles around his narrow hips to keep him close. It was fucking intoxicating the way he could make you feel, the desperate need he had for you.

Months of sleeping together, of knowing his body so intimately had given you a rare insight to his emotions whether he knew it or not. And you knew he didn’t need to talk right now, he needed to fuck. To work through whatever had affected him so badly in hard kisses and rough hands on your soft flesh. It didn’t stop your stomach from flipping at his possessive words though, deliriously spoken but whispering the unacknowledged desires you had for him beyond his body.

“Yours,” you admitted before you could stop yourself, your hand cupping under his jaw to lift his mouth back to yours. His raspy moan at your agreement turned positively filthy when you carded short nails through his damp hair. Din was weak to having his hair stroked, his staunch dominance buckling in violent shivers of pleasure when you dragged those skilled fingers down the back of his skull and neck.

Traipsing around in a dress like that…

His eyes flew open, and he broke the kiss—ripped his mouth from yours to press his forehead to yours, eyes searching while his free hand ran indulgently up your torso to the neckline of your dress,

“Never let anyone disrespect you, sweetheart—” he rumbled, his fingers already undoing the zip of the dress, the nude pink material tempting to the eye and celebrating those features you were most proud of—that he found irresistible to know you loved. That someone could make you uncomfortable in those clothes… fucker. He snarled and pressed a long kiss to your mouth, large hands spreading the sides of the dress open wide – no underwear, baby? – and shucked the material down your arms to leave you bare before him.

His appreciation for your body – fucking gorgeous – was only tampered by the frustration he had with himself at the noise of confusion you made at his words. Of course, you hadn’t heard anything that asshole had said thankfully—but fuck, he couldn’t get it out of his head. You read his desperation somehow, and nodded slowly with puzzled eyes, teeth sinking into your swollen bottom lip as you leaned back on your hands.

So trusting…

Fuck.

It made alarm and something akin to fear rise swell uncomfortably in his throat.

He tried again.

“Never let anyone take advantage of you,” he whispered against your mouth in earnest, his hands running up your bare thighs to press his thumbs into the seams of your legs and hips, “tell me—”

His mouth dropped to your collarbone, funneling those feelings into lapping down to your heaving breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth with a groan and befuddling your mind to his request until he nipped the swollen peak – say it, baby – and caused your head to fall back against the mirror,

“Yes—yes,” you moaned, “I won’t—”

He snarled internally, dammit. Hearing you say it didn’t help. He wanted to say how he wouldn’t let anyone disrespect you, how he wouldn’t let anyone ever take advantage of you. But he couldn’t. Had to frame it like advice he would give any woman he knew instead of speaking it like the promise he wanted to make.

Din had been fucking you for the last few months now, exclusively after only a few months—but it never went beyond that. He had no reason, no excuse to be worried over your life or safety or what you did when you weren’t in his bed. He wasn’t expected to be involved in your life the way a friend or family member was. Not the way a boyfriend was.

He didn’t do relationships. Never had. Too much trouble and frankly—he liked his privacy, his space—and liked not being accountable to anyone but himself. The consequences of any shitty decisions he made would fall on him and him alone. If he demanded that of the women he slept with and then insisted on inserting himself into their lives in the next breath, he would be a hypocrite. And Din hated hypocrites.

He couldn’t.

But fuck. He never wanted to hear someone speak that way about you, never wanted them to think they had the slightest chance with a woman like you. His blood boiled at the notion of someone else’s hands on you, his tempered flared when he imagined your pleasure or smiles, or laughter give to someone who didn’t deserve you.

Like he did?

Fuck no, he knew he didn’t.

He never said he wasn’t selfish though, and he coveted you with sinful greed.

“Fuck me, baby—please, please—” you mewled into his neck as your hands that had started all of this with that first massage, fit into the sliver of space between your bodies to stroke along his cock over his shorts impatiently. His head fell back, and his mind blissfully emptied for a moment, grunting your name at the frisson of pleasure before those damned memories resurfaced again.

Look at the ass on that.

That.

Her. You weren’t a thing, a possession. You were—

He snarled. Misplaced anger manifesting in aggressive passion as he grabbed your wrist from where you stroked him to pin behind your back on the vanity.

“Always so eager, aren’t you—” he grinned darkly when you nodded, “turn around.”

The command was delivered low and dangerous, more a rumble of noise—deep echoes of jungle predators crackling like the kindling of threat, inspiring awareness that one wrong move would be fatal. But you never made a wrong move—not for as long as he had known you. Whether it was alleviating a pain deep in his muscles that had bothered him for months or pushing yourself slowing off the vanity to your feet as you were now—you always knew what he needed.

Wisps of hair fell into his eyes as he watched you—the decided turn of your naked body to dace the mirror—eyes never leaving his even as they caught them again in the aged glass. Bending forward, your ass pressed into the front of his shorts, and you rested your elbows on the vanity.

Perfect.

He didn’t realize he had whispered the word as he pressed his mouth between your shoulder blades, tongue trailing down the arch of your spine while his hands kneaded plush cheeks—spreading them and exposing your slick cunt to the cool air. The hitches in your breath, small squirms of your hips for relief—they all fed into his desire for you.

And he desired you. Constantly.

“I’m gonna eat your pussy until you can’t stand, baby—and then I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t speak,” he muttered against the shell of your ear, massive bulk bowed over your back and shadowed eyes – the duality of warm walnut and lethal obsidian – bore into yours through the glass.

“I want them all to know who you belong to,” he nipped your ear, flicking his tongue along the cartilage—the black ink on his back catching the light as his muscles rippled with movement, a roll of pleasure from your ass grinding back against him with a whimper of his name, “so don’t be quiet this time, sweetheart.”

Your eyes fluttered open molasses slow from where they had dropped closed at his words,

“What—what hap—” you tried to turn your head, the concern mingled with lust in those gorgeous, honest eyes making warning bells blare painfully – too close – and he silenced you with a kiss. Swallowing the worry that hinted at feelings that surpassed those expected from a fuck buddy, he buried it deep inside himself, in the shadows like a coward. To be locked away where he would remain safe from it.

Your tongue grew sloppy with a moan when he ground his crotch into your ass—dragging the solid thickness of his clothed cock between your soaked folds and up against your tight rear entrance.

Wonder if she’ll let me take her there…

Bastard.

He sucked on your tongue with a groan of your name, hand releasing your cheeks to fan up your ribcage and cup your breasts. You jerked in sensitivity when rough hands pinched sore nipples – he fucking loved how sensitive your tits got just before your period. The cry you released was nothing short of musical, tempting him lower as he kissed down your spine—wrapped hands sanding down over your ribs again when he lapped around the rim of your ass, circling it before he traced lower.

You were dripping.

He dropped to his knees behind you, eyes drunken with an ingrained pride that he was the one in this position, looking at the petals of your swollen pussy glistening with arousal he inspired from just a few kisses and rolls of his hips. He kept his eyes on the steady trickle of wetness from your twitching entrance, his teeth grazing distractedly down the back of your thigh as he did so.

A finger ruddy with flecks of dried blood caught a string of your arousal – don’t waste a drop – and he sucked it between his lips with an approving groan, the noise of your whimpers the perfect accompaniment. Blood and lust. The essence of humanity, that was what he tasted when he sucked his finger clean. It tasted like life. And he wanted more.

A sharp crack echoed through the room when his hand came down hard on one cheek, and again... and again—each strike making that dripping wetness gush until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He buried his face in your cunt, nosing at your entrance and tongue spreading puffy lips apart so he could trace in pitter patter swipes through your folds—greedily gathering anything he could get on his tongue before swallowing. Dehydrated on the sands of depravity and sordid company—your cunt was an oasis of relief where he eagerly drank his fill.

You tried to move, your hips slamming up against the edge of the vanity – that’ll bruise – and you keened with a shuddering cry when his mouth simply followed your attempt to escape the onslaught of pleasure that was too much too soon.

“Fuck—fuckfuckfuck—” you gasped, dropping a hand back to tangle in his hair, dragging him closer despite your protests. Mm, he loved when you got like this—overstimulated from the first touch. No matter how much you whined, no matter how many times he wiped tears that smudged your makeup when he unraveled orgasm after orgasm from the knots inside you—he knew you loved the intensity as much as he did.

He spanked you again – take it – your cheeks red and beautiful when he spread them side for him to spit directly onto your quivering cunt. His saliva dribbled and mixed with your juices to gather over your clit, his mouth forming over the little bud enthusiastically, urged by your slow ruts back against his face to streak his face with your essence.

“More—” you whimpered.

“Greedy—” he growled back.

The sound of your breathless laugh meshed delightfully with the swallow of a moan – guttural and primal – and made his cock twitch in his shorts. His hips snapped up uselessly from where he was kneeling—finding no purchase or warm embrace to bury itself in as his tongue took that pleasure for itself.

It licked and curled with practiced, seemingly illogical strokes along your clit and up to your entrance—sloppily kissing it before his tongue dove into your tight depths, thumb working in quick circles over your clit. He knew exactly what to do to make you come undone.

Your first orgasm was sudden—strong and surprising. He hadn’t even fucking fingered you and you were already spasming around nothing. Your muscles tensed as you went on your toes to lean even further on the vanity, trying to escape his tongue that worked you through each wave—drowning you in the pleasure he knew only he could give you. You were his. His his his his h—

You sobbed his name, a raw answer to his internal mantra his mind struggled against and failed to overcome.

Din wanted you.

He wanted your body, your mind, your time—he wanted what Paz had.

Fuck.

The way the older man mooned and gazed with shameless adoration for the little baker he had fallen for in so short a time. Hell, Din teased him over it constantly. And maybe he didn’t want that—but he wanted something. Din wanted something with you. Wanted you to visit him in the gym and stop him mid set just to kiss him and tell him that you would wait for him to finish so you could go home together. He wanted to buy you flowers without having to think of a fucking excuse like last time to distance himself from the sentimentality. He wanted to open his front door and feel our presence as more than just a visitor. That a toothbrush and the stray pieces of clothing you forgot at his place would turn to shoes at the door and your taste in décor mixing with his.

Din wanted you.

But he had no idea how to do anything but fuck you. He didn’t know how to date or be romantic. Was clueless to things like companionship—to the softer emotions he knew you craved. That all people craved. Din had no idea how to do any of it.

You lay with your cheek on the wooden surface of the vanity, eyes half-closed and spacey as you watched him lift his head from your pussy, face shiny from your release and when he licked over his lips, still hungry for more—you mewled.

“Don’t tap out on me yet, sweetheart.”

You shook your head, a whimper and almost childish refusal while your cheek remained plastered to the vanity, all strength having left your body and an adorable pout trying to lie and tell him you couldn’t take any more.

“Mm, yes you can—” he answered you, dragging his mouth back up your slit and along your tight ass where he lapped at the rim again. Later. It took time for him to stretch you to take his size—it was better left for when he had you in his apartment and could take his time.

His hand followed his mouths direction as it continued up to meet your mouth—smirking against your lips at the whimpers you made from the slaps he gave your pussy—the obscene, wet sound filling the area with each slap slap slap until his hand was damn near slipping every time he struck your cunt from how wet it was.

A bang on the door—a harsh slap to your pussy so you would moan just right for him, and he growled out a threatening “occupied” to whoever was outside. You were too high strung to even notice.

“No one else can have you,” he rasped darkly into your temple, his free hand tangling in the strands to pull your head back against his shoulder—the position no doubt edging on uncomfortable with the way your spine and neck were arched back—moUlded into his hard frame. Your eyes fell to half mast even as your lips parted—still smeared with specks of blood you hadn’t yet licked or chewed off—and he bit your jaw in warning.

“No one else—” you parroted, your hot breath fanning over his cheek even as you rocked back against him, a steel confidence entering your fucked out gaze—mercurial in the swirling heat, “just like no one else can have you.”

The boldness of your words, the conviction spoken in that voice of wooden flutes and bubbling creeks made his blood light with fire—yes. As much as he anted you, he yearned for you to crave him in return.

“No one else,” he repeated your words back to you, rutting his hips against you when his cock pulsed with a negligent ache that demanded to be addressed. He kept one hand in your hair when he pushed his shorts down enough to free his leaking cock, the turgid length swollen and angry as he rubbed the tip between your lips.

Maybe he would buy you flowers tomorrow, after all.

Din gave you no time to prepare yourself – that’s my girl – sliding inside you with one brutal thrust that had you pushed up against the mirror and his cock engulfed in fiery bliss. He felt the heat run up his spine, a volcanic metamorphism into marble as his muscles froze in an immediate pause to stop himself from spilling inside you after one damn thrust.

You weren’t doing much better—one hand clawing for purchase on the mirror and the other digging your nails into his hip as you panted his name, an incoherent string of curses and praise as your sensitive walls convulsed around him. The position had him pressed right against that one spot he cock curved up against that could make you see stars and your care for being caught dissipate in cries of ecstasy.

“Baby—fuck please, so—too deep—” you whimpered in inane babbles, tightening in residual spasms from your orgasm and the sudden intrusion of his cock, still a stretch after all these months. Too deep… he snorted, rolling his hips hard to try shove himself deeper still. He could never get deep enough, always wanting more—always seeking to conquer the untouched lands of your body.

“Mm, want me to stop?” he teased, dragging his hips back with a smirk at your immediate rejection of no no no fuck—please, no—hand pathetically trying to drag him closer to you by the hip. Lovely little thing… thinking you were strong enough.

“That’s better…” he purred, relief washing over him when he pulled out—the walls of your cunt stretching around him, refusing his exit, and trying to keep him nestled inside you. The pace he chose was brutal. He fucked you like he fought tonight. Violently, mercilessly—and deaf to the calls to relent. But where he wanted his opponent to suffer, he wanted to devastate you with pleasure, enrapture you with ecstasy and leave you moaning his name where others would curse it.

Wet cock slapping as he pounded into you in short, frantic ruts – need you baby… fuck I need you – there was no time for you to catch a full breath before he was knocking it out of you again. His fingers had to tighten in your hair to keep you up – your body trembling under his as he sank his teeth into the taut muscle at your neck and his cock sank into your welcome body – exposed and waiting for him to litter in his signature.

He would never get enough of the way his marks looked on your skin—the way you decorated him in yours. You were powerless to do much else than accept them right now – likely getting him back later – boneless and weak under the attack of his mouth and the dominance of his body.

He would make sure everyone in this fucking shithole of a place knew who you were with. They would have to be blind not to notice the blotches of poppy bruises snaking down your neck with the elusion to more hidden from unworthy eyes. The smudge of your mascara as tears pearled like crystals in the corner of your eyes when you glanced at him in strung out bliss.

“M-more—” you begged, dropping one of your hands between your legs to rub at your clit—fingers splitting around the girth of his cock as he fucked you to feel the thick length disappear into you over and over, the soaked mess amassed from your frantic desire for each other trickling down your thighs.

“Yeah?” he grinned, breathless and sweating for much more pleasing reasons than he had been in the ring, a languid kiss to your neck as he hiked one of your knees up onto the vanity—spreading you wider for him to sink deeper.

You spasmed, your head falling back against his shoulder with a cry.

“Yes—there, there baby, fuck you feel so good…” you rambled, fingers working feverishly over your clit in wet strokes, grazing his balls every time they slapped against your skin and making him muffle his moan in your neck.

Rolling a nipple between his fingers, his large—bloodied hand completely swallowed your breast, squeezing it and tickling sounds that belonged to him from you and into his mouth when you kissed him. One last kiss before you collapsed back onto the vanity, and he stood to his full height so he could ruin you with his cock.

His name was the only thing you remembered as he split you open with full, hard thrusts—the entire length of his cock stretching your tight walls around it and playing along raw nerves already on the brink of another orgasm.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart—” he strained, desperate for release as he watched himself fuck you in the mirror—him behind your smaller body, squirming under the pleasure while his muscles bunched and relaxed with each snap of his hips—the veins in his forearms prominent and tendons taut as he poured all that training and dedication and determination into you, into pleasing you.

“Inside—inside, Din fuck, please—”

His mind emptied. Nothing else mattered about tonight—not the fight, not the disqualification, not the rage. Your eyes—cloudy with lust and achingly trusting as you looked back at him were all he could think about. Nodding without even realizing, the thought of filling you running in his mind on a loop.

“Fuck—!”

He wanted you to cum before him, he always did—but he was so high strung, so tense that he couldn’t stop himself, burying himself to the hilt with several punched out moans—exhaled rapture with every pump of his seed against your waiting womb. Your eyes rolled closed at the amount, bloating you with his release and as he came, you worked your clit frantically—chasing that addictive edge you gladly hurled yourself over at just the thought of him coming inside you.

Din dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a gasp, your spasming walls too much on his sensitive length but he had to stay inside—the contractions of pleasure, the gush of your release might push his out. He couldn’t have that. So, he gritted his teeth, mumbled husky praise – good girl, that’s it—just like that, soak me – to work you through your orgasm and pressed open mouth kisses to sweaty skin, the salt tickling his tongue as he caught his breath.

His mouth worked over the sweep of your shoulder, up your neck to your jaw when your orgasm subsided, purring your name and nonsensical strings of words he had no idea made sense or not. He finally eased his softening cock out of you slowly when you shifted your hips—testing your strength and finding it lacking when you realized both he and the vanity were what kept your legs up.

“Feel… feel better?”

“Mhm…” he confirmed noncommittally, nuzzling the marks beginning to bloom and darken like a forbidden garden only he was allowed indulge in the scent of. One of his hands ran absently down the back of your thigh, feeling for his release—pleased to feel nothing but your sticky arousal, his own still nestled inside your sore cunt.

“Want one of those crepes you’re always raving about from that twenty-four hour place?” he purred, helping you stand—going so far as to pull the straps of your dress back up so that zipping the metal teeth would be easier. Your eyes brightened despite the lazy, satiated fatigue hiding in their orbs.

“Gino’s?”

“Mm,” he nodded, looking down from his greater height and lips quirking in an annoying desire to smile when one – bright as daylight – broke out on yours.

You nodded quickly, looping your arms around his neck to drag him down to your mouth, kissing him good and proper while his hands fell under the still open sides of your dress to settle on bare hips,

“Are you ever going to tell me what set you off tonight?” you mumbled against his lips cautiously, the ghost of a smile from the promise of dessert still lingering but a hesitant worry entering your gaze, unsure if his mood would sour again.

It didn’t.

He nudged his nose along yours, aquiline curve slotting along yours as he hummed in thought, thumbs rubbing lazily into your hips,

“Maybe later,” he settled on and captured your lips again.

You left the changing room together, his gym bag slung over one shoulder and his free arm wrapped around your shoulder—nose never leaving your temple or nuzzling into your hair with blatant affection as you blushed at how obvious it was to anyone who saw you what you had been doing.

You had both tried to tidy yourselves—cleaning the corners of your makeup and trying to flatten your mused hair was about all you could do. Din didn’t even attempt to cover the freshly fucked look of messy hair and heavy eyes as he pulled an unzipped Mythosaur Gym hoodie on over his muscle shirt.

A group were passing in the corridor as you asked him something—his former opponent with one eye swollen shut from the bruises forming around his eye, jaw, and cheeks. Din answered you easily, an automatic response to whatever you were asking as his eyes met his opponents, cold fury and arrogant pride flashing in their depths.

You remained none the wiser as you passed the group, Din’s body protectively placed between you and them. He probably should have told you; he knew you wouldn’t be swayed by it—comfortable in your body as you were, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He could protect you from slander and toxicity at the very least—and he planned to. Even if he had to do so in the shadows for now.

For himself, the swelling and bruising on the idiots’ face weren’t the only thing he had to satisfy himself with. He was the one whose cum was still buried inside you, clinging to your thighs and keeping you slick and wet for him to add more to later when he got you back to his place. And as you glanced up at him with a disarming smile after he dropped his hoodie over your shoulders without a thought once you both were outside in the crisp air of the early morning darkness—he secretly hoped that he would be the only one to have that privilege from then on.

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aquanova99 · 2 years

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Lines, Vines and Trying Times

Summary: after ultron, Pietro hasn’t had the easiest time readjusting to being an avenger. He likes seeing your gift as a way to calm down

You woke up with a scream caught in your throat. As you shot up you felt your heart race, your breath quick and shallow as you struggled to unsee that face. Ultron had come and gone, so why were you still so hung up on it. You can’t save everyone. You’d heard that over and over, so why couldn’t you let it go?

“Pietro, whats wrong?” You felt y/ns hand gently rest on your back. You felt your muscles immediately relax. As she rubbed her hand up and down your back she asked the question she already knew the answer to, “Same nightmare?”

You just nodded. As your fingers began to rapidly tap against your leg you felt a small vine begin to creep up your leg, you picked up the small white flower, “Jasmine?”

“Its supposed to be calming.” Y/n smiled as she flung her legs across so she could rest her head against your arms.

As you twirled the flower in your fingers you pressed a kiss to the top of her head, “It worked, I’m all better.”

“I wish that was true,” she said turning to look at you, “Same guy?”

You could have begun your rant about that day but you worried about y/n, she had heard it so many times. It must be exhausting for her. As you tried to think of something else to say, y/n spoke up first

“Do you want to go over that day again?”

“You’ve heard it a million times.” You said as you slumped backwards into the bed, she quickly followed and laid on top of your chest, she rested her head on her hands to look at you.

“Maybe I wasn’t paying attention, what if I catch something new this time?”

You were lucky to have her, she had stood by you after the attack on Sokovia form Ultron. You had become angry and easily agitated, you’d even begun butting heads with your sister. She was the only one who would still listen to you yell, scream, and curse yourself for your mistakes. Which she still claimed weren’t your fault. You felt yourself begin to start tapping again. Your breathing that had slowly been steadying quickly getting faster. Y/n was quick to figure out when you needed to calm often using her abilities to shake you out of your intrusive thoughts. After a while, it seemed like it was the only thing that brought you any peace of mind.

You were suddenly overwhelmed with the smell of peppermint. You raised your head just enough to see her smirk as a crown of the plant appeared on your head.

“Really a whole crown?”

“What gave it away?” she said as she held several cut up leaves in her hand, “couldn’t be the smell right?” she said sarcastically.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Her smile faded away, “You know theres always that chance Pietro.” It wasn’t often that she let herself be the one that worried, she quickly put a smile back on her face, “Mustn’t jynx it love.”

She pushed herself up to give you a quick kiss before settling back on you, you wrapped your arms around her, “Don’t talk like that. You’re stuck with me, yes?”

She rolled her eyes, “Come on, I know you want to talk about it.”

“Do I? What else is there to say? I still have these damn nightmares.”

“Pietro. Seriously, you guys saved everyone you could. You had just saved that little kid and Clint. You couldn’t have known.”

“I did know and I missed him by two seconds. He saw me and I was right there.”

“Yes and Ultrons little clone things were shooting everywhere and you tripped and he didn’t make it. Pietro, you did everything you could and you were almost killed in the process.” You knew she hated thinking about that, she hadn’t been able to go on that mission. She had been helping with any injuries and that being basically your first meeting stuck with her.

“If my sister and I hadn’t agreed to help in the first place…”

“You had no idea. Pietro not everyone made it that day. We cant always save everyone. Have you—have you talked to Bruce?” You felt yourself tense up. Another Something else you weren’t proud of.

“I try not to.”

She nodded in understanding, she knew how careful you and your sister were around him. “Well, he may be able to help with this. I mean I know I’m just such a big help by growing all of these flowers,” she teased you

“You joke but you help more than you know,”

“I know you think that but Bruce has had a lot of guilt being the hulk over the years. He hurt a lot of people unknowingly and hes had to learn how to cope with a lot. Wanda talks to Vision.”

“Vision is a toaster.” She smacked your arm as you both started laughing

“Pietro I’m being serious.”

“Can’t you grow something that just knocks me out?” You knew the answer, you were just hoping she would agree to it

“You know I can and you also know that I wont.”

“If I annoy you enough you might.”

“Annoy me enough and I won’t grow you anything at all.” She said as she sat up, you put your hand across your heart and grimaced.

“That hurts.”

She rolled her eyes again, “Pietro, promise me you’ll at least think about talking to someone.”

“Alright, alright I promise. You’re still going to give me flowers everyday.”

“Obviously. You want to go see something?”

“Right now? Its almost pitch black outside, where do you want to go?” You smirked, she was always ready to do something to get you ready to go to bed

“Lets go to the roof, the stars are pretty tonight and I want to try and grow something new.”

You picked her up immediately and dashed to the roof. Watching her use her power was your favorite thing to do, and you both knew it. You both sat and leaned against eachother, looking at the stars for a while before she began growing flowers, it made the top of the avengers tower come to life.

“You know I meant it right?” You asked her

“Meant what?” She asked as she looked up at you

“You really aren’t allowed to leave me.”

She smiled at you and pressed her lips to your cheek, “Well, I definitely don’t plan on leaving you anytime soon. Same goes to you, okay? You’re stuck with me.”

“Good.”

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dandelion-sugar · 3 years

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 『Adam x Reader』

Summary: Reader was Adam's first wife before he married Eve.

Warning: Angst, a little fluff, death, deities are really cruel

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Author's note: Requests for Genshin have not been forgotten! I'm working on it BUT I just finished season one of Record of Ragnarok and needed to write about Adam. I think he deserves more writing about him...he's the best husband and father Earth could have!

"A demoness? A succubus? No! A human whose legends turn her into a fearsome ruler of the underworld! She rules an entire army with an iron fist! Made of the clay of creation, she is made in the image of the gods! N°00000000002 : Lilith!" shouted Heimdall to announce your entrance.

You have been chosen to save humanity. The creation of Adam and Eve. You don't know why Brunhilde trusts you to save the humans. What could she possibly have been thinking in choosing you? Were you the best choice for this? Protecting the beings conceived by your ex-husband and his new wife. Unlike your ex-lover, you refuse to walk around naked. Your body is far too precious to be revealed to the world. You stand in the middle of the arena waiting patiently for Heimdall to finish presenting your opponent.

Your eyes rest on your army led by your only son. The only being you have ever given birth to. The third human born. A slight smile appeared on your lips. Your son resembled his father, and you found that particularly funny. You couldn't help but think that Adam's genes were particularly strong. But the way your son stood proudly at the head of your army...he took that from you. Even if you were to perish in this fight, you know that your army and your son will come through.

Your right hand will be around the shaft of your spear. You hear the mocking laughter of the gods, announcing your crushing defeat. You hear the hesitant whispers of humans about your place among the fighters of humanity. You are known in human legends to be a danger to pregnant women and newborns. To be honest with yourself, you hate this legends. You are a mother, how can humans think that you would harm a woman and her child? Your eyes drop slightly to the floor and your lips pucker into an unpleasant pout. After a few seconds, your face frees itself of all displays of emotion and your hand rises to challenge Heimdall.

"Yes, Lilith?" asks the god who has the role of announcer.

"I will not fight under that name," you announce.

"Huh?" he blurts out in surprise.

"I will not fight under the name of the monster the humans wanted to make me," you reply immediately.

"So...what do you want to be called?"

Lying in a meadow, you enjoy the sun and the soft breeze on your bare skin. Rabbits and foxes quickly surround you to enjoy the comfort with you. Everything is perfect in the Garden of Eden. A shadow covers your face, forcing you to open your eyes to discover the obstacle between you and the sun. It is a pleasant surprise when you discover your husband's welcoming smile, his blonde locks framing his face. Adam sits down beside you, placing his fruit basket between his legs. He pulls out a bunch of grapes and takes one between his long fingers. He then brings the fruit to your lips to let you savour the sweet, pleasant taste of the fruit. A sigh of contentment crosses your lips. Your husband's smile widens as he notices your relaxed state.

"You have grape juice running down your chin, Lilith," Adam informs you.

Your eyelids droop slightly as your eyes express your displeasure. Adam only lets a laugh emit from his throat as he leans forward to lick the grape juice off. Your hand gently but firmly pushes him away. You want him to understand that his gestures of affection will not be tolerated again until he realises his mistake. And you know perfectly well that he has understood what he has done.

"Stop teasing me," you say, a frown appearing on your face.

"I like to see your eyebrows furrow. You look like that kitten that was trying to scare us." replies Adam, running his hand over your hip stroking it in lazy circles, as if to soothe you.

"But unlike that kitten, I can bite," you reply sharply.

"I know you can..." he hums in the hollow of your ear. "Y/N."

This memory was a moment of pure happiness that you experienced in the Garden of Eden before you were forced into exile. This name you chose with Adam was the beginning of your independence from the gods. You had never accepted the principle of being subject to a man and Adam always supported you in this choice. But the gods did not like this and in response you abandoned the name they gave you at your creation. Perhaps this is why Eve was created from Adam's rib? To prevent her from becoming like you.

"Y/N. Call me that," you proudly announce.

The gods of your creation frown but do not protest. They hope that you will perish against one of their own and that your soul will disintegrate in space and time.

Adam had slipped out of the room where he was locked up. When he learned of your presence here, he did not expect you to fight for the humans. The children he had with another woman. He snuck into the bleachers to get a better look at your figure. A sense of nostalgia stirs in his heart as he sees that you haven't changed in all this time. You stand with dignity, your weapon in hand. You are strong and independent, you have become the woman you always dreamed of. A woman you could not have become if you were in his company because...everyone wants his wife to be submissive to him.

Adam does not regret his married life with Eve, he enjoys it too. But he has enjoyed the life he has lived with you. He believes in your victory. He wants you to win. He does not want to witness your complete disappearance from the universe without any chance of reincarnation. Your first separation has already split his heart in two, Adam does not want to experience this intense pain a second time.

You swing your divine spear with one hand, deflecting your opponent's first blow. The strength in this attack was not worthy of a god, was he testing your abilities? Your eyes meet. The victorious and arrogant smile on the god's face already irritates you. He underestimated you because you are a human AND a woman. His leg comes to sweep over yours but you manage to dodge by gaining height. You position your spear, blade towards the ground to pierce his skull. The god quickly dodges in a backward leap, leaving you to land on the ground, puncturing the concrete floor which cracks under the impact.

Your exchange of blows lasts for a while. Or should we say: the god throws blows at you that you deflect with your spear. But suddenly, his paterne changes. The force that the god uses becomes more powerful. His leg comes to meet your stomach. You prevent the blow from reaching your skin by placing your spear between your stomach and his leg. Unfortunately, the attack sends you flying a few metres away. You manage to land with difficulty and before you can regain a stable footing, the god launches himself at you. You are forced to fall to the side in a roll to narrowly dodge the punch. Your cheek begins to bleed.

"Mother!" your distraught son shouts.

"Commander! Get up!" your soldiers shout to encourage you.

You let out a breath, your muscles relax, making your movements more fluid and lively. Your eyes fall on the figure of your opponent. The aura around you changes completely, causing the small smile on the god's face to disappear. Your hands grip the spear and your feet anchor themselves to the ground to give you a good foothold.

"Answer my question before we resume this fight. Why are you fighting for the humans?" the god asks.

"Do I need a reason to fight? The gods have forced me to be submissive and men have clothed me in a veil of monstrous lies. It's like choosing between the plague and cholera," you explain. "But I had to choose and I chose my ex-husband's children.

The humans observing the exchange begin to stir, either out of guilt or because they were moved by your story. Humans get teary-eyed easily, you think. But you can't help but find this side of them very touching. Perhaps it was a good thing that Eve was the Mother of humanity?

"Humans have the will to survive and a strength that allows them to constantly evolve. This is a strength that the gods can never possess," you say with contempt.

Your hatred for the gods is much stronger than your hatred for humans. On your words, the fight resumes. You manage to follow your opponent's movements. Like Adam, you were forged from clay in the image of the gods. You are Adam's equal, you have the same ability as him to copy the techniques you see. Your movements remind the gods of Athena. You had copied the movements of this goddess a long time ago.

Your body and that of your opponent are covered in blood. You are bleeding from the wounds inflicted on you, but you were able to avenge yourself by seriously injuring your opponent as well.

Adam clenches his lips into a thin line, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands but he still believes in your victory. You must win. You can't give him up a second time...you can't.

"They've created a second wife for you," you scream indignantly.

"You're the only one for me," Adam admits in an attempt to calm your nerves. He can't bear to see you cry.

"It's only a matter of time before the gods kick me out of the Garden of Eden! I don't understand their desire to have me submit to male authority! Do goddesses submit to male deities?" you growl in frustration. The anger was so strong that you can't hold back the tears.

"If they chase you away then I'll go with you," Adam announces, interlacing your fingers together.

A soft warmth spreads through your chest as a gasp of surprise passes through your lips. A slight blush marks your cheeks as you look away from your husband. You can't help but enjoy the tender feeling. Adam wraps his muscular arms around you in a soothing embrace. His scent calms your restless nerves.

"Spend the night with me tonight," you whisper.

"We always sleep together," he says, tilting his head to the side, not understanding the meaning of your words.

"Adam..." you gasp shyly. It almost sounded like a soft moan.

His blue eyes widen slightly as the implied request is processed by his brain. A teasing smile spreads across his face as he leans in to your blushing ear to whisper provocative words.

That was the last evening you spent in his company before the gods kidnapped you and threw you away from the Garden of Eden. You never tried to return to that place, you knew it wasn't possible. So you did your best to survive. You were able to thrive and enjoy your newfound independence.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son: Eurynome. A child identical to his father, who grew up with you as his only role model. He has become an independent young man capable of leading an army. But he remains a child... a child afraid to be alone without the reassuring presence of his mother.

It is impossible to understand the pain of losing a parent when you have not experienced it. No one could understand a tenth of the pain of Eurynome's scream as the god's fist plunges into your chest.

Your eyes crinkle under the sudden fatigue your body feels. Your right hand struggles to hold the spear. The humans weep in despair as the gods celebrate the downfall of Lilith, the woman who did not obey divine orders.

Nausea takes hold of Adam's body. All that blood, your blood spilling on the floor. Will you die? Disappear forever...you don't even know that he witnessed your fight. You will never know that he missed you terribly. You will never know that he wanted to feel your warmth in his arms again and whisper those three words to you.

Your eyes linger on your son's tear-streaked face. A peaceful smile appears on your lips. A fire of determination shines in your eyes. Your hand tightens around the spear and you slice the god's jugular before collapsing to your knees. If you must die...then you will prevent the gods from achieving a victory as well.

Your eyes slowly close and your hearing becomes increasingly blurred. The voices are now just an indistinguishable din.

Adam could only watch as your body and the god's dematerialize into a smoke of green glitter. His legs move towards the battlefield as if trying to retrieve the flakes that represent your soul dissolving into space. But your son's crying snaps him out of his trance. His eyes fall on a miniature version of himself.

Cain and Abel have some characteristics of their father but Eurynome is a carbon copy of Adam and you would have to be blind not to notice. Adam walks over to your son and takes him in his arms, sharing his pain. Adam fully understands the tug of war that Eurynome feels.

That night Adam gave you a gift, your son. Today, this gift will show the world that you existed. That you are not like your legends.

You are an independent woman, a mother and Adam's wife.

"Adam," you call to your husband, who is perched on a tree branch.

"Yes?" he hums, keeping his eyes closed.

"Don't you think I'm strange?" you finally question him. "Do you think I owe you obedience too?

Silence passes between the two of you. A pain assails your heart at this lack of response and you instantly regret having asked him the question. The disappointment was much stronger than you had thought. You look up abruptly when you hear a thud only a few feet away. Adam had just jumped from his branch. His back was to you. He turns towards you, his face devoid of emotion. He encircles your cheeks with his warm palms. His piercing blue eyes almost seem to probe your soul and you struggle to hold his gaze. But your desire to know the answer prevents you from looking away.

"We are husband and wife, I accept you as you are. Don't change for the world, for anyone," Adam says with conviction.

"So...you love me like this?" you ask aloud, wanting to sound confident.

Adam looks at you slightly surprised at this sudden question. He hums softly before leaning in to kiss your forehead. The smile he flashes makes your heart race.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too..." you admit after a few moments.

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dreamlessinparis · 3 years

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Come Back to Me

mob!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t expect you have such an impact on his life and it scares him.

Word Count: 2848

Warnings: Angst, implied smut(nothing too graphic), mention of blood, fluff

A/N I wrote this for @sweetlyscared ‘s 1k followers challenge. 💕Congrats on that and I hope you have many more to come! My bleeding heart couldn’t stay away from this challenge. Writing angst might not be my strong suit but I tried. The prompts I used are bolded

Bucky Barnes destroyed everything he touched except you. You were his beautiful flower, so beautiful you made everything in his life better. You were his lifeline, his reason to breathe, the reason his damaged heart still beat and still he let you go. Let you slip through his fingers like sand. Made you leave before he tarnished your soul, the way his was. Bucky Barnes was not a good man, he killed without question and was blindly ruthless, the only good thing he did was set you free, even if it meant leaving a void where his heart was.

Bucky paces through his cold empty office, remembering the warmth you brought to his life. The room progressively darkens along with his mood, as if the weather can sense his unhappiness and the storm clouds break open in a sudden burst. Bucky laughs humorlessly to the fact that the universe was reflecting the shit show that was his life. His glance shifts to the window, where the rain is falling down on the remains of the once beautiful garden, now feral and unkempt in the year without your presence. His mind wanders back to you, his happy place, as the storm rages outside.

You never should have been in his life, but fate had a cruel humor and so did Bucky's best friend Steve when he hired you to be Bucky's assistant. A girl like you, sweet as the smell of honeysuckle in the spring, being the assistant of a mob boss, it was a disaster waiting to happen. But you didn't see it that way. From that first day you walked into his office, your long hair pulled back, wearing a white sundress with little flowers on it, he could have sworn you were an angel. You had a smile that lit up the whole room and your eyes didn’t look at him like he was a monster. Obviously you knew who he was but chose to make your own decisions about him.

Everybody on his crew loved you, the guards, the servants, Steve and especially Bucky. It was hard not to. Bucky begins to think back to the times he caught you dancing in the hall of paintings, headphones in your ears. The one time you noticed his presence, you immediately began to sputter out apologies until you saw the wide smile on his beautiful face. You had never seen him smile before and it made your heart swell. So you did the unthinkable, grabbing his hand and putting a headphone in his ear. To your disbelief, he pulled you close and the two of you slow-danced to a song that clearly wasn't meant to be a slow dance but neither of you cared. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you swayed in his arms.

After that incident, Bucky kept his distance, you made him vulnerable and in his world vulnerable meant weak. He could tell it hurt your feelings, no matter how well you tried to hide it. You kept up a professional front but your eyes gave you away. To Bucky you were an open book.

Despite his wariness to let you in, he never stopped watching you. Whether you were in the garden, tending to the flowers in your free time, or laughing with Steve about something, Bucky always had an eye on you. Without his permission you wormed your way into his heart and made a home.

It was during one of Tony’s gala’s where Bucky learned what true jealousy was. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest when he saw you walk in that red dress, seductively clinging to your curves, hair gathered at the nape of your neck. He didn’t know where to look, the slender curve of your neck or the peek of your leg from your, in his opinion, too high slit or anywhere in between. His eyes settled on your beautiful face, watching as you approached him.

“You look stunning, y/n,” Bucky leaned in to whisper in your ear, a scarlet blush rising up your neck at his words. You awkwardly thanked him, looking away quickly. His husky chuckle made the hairs on your neck rise and that was when you knew you were falling for him. You had been for a long time but now you were sure. He was a man of terrible deeds, but there was good in him. Under his tough exterior, you had chipped away enough to see a peek of his heart of gold. The heart he thought was blackened by everything he’d done.

Suddenly Thor approached the two of you and before Bucky could utter another word, you were whisked away to the dance floor. He watched in disbelief and pure rage as his girl was being waltzed around by the golden haired oaf. A hand on his shoulder was enough to throw him over the edge, and he turned to attack whoever touched him, only to realize it was Steve. Steve arched an eyebrow at him and Bucky relaxed, reigning in his anger as much as he could, not knowing what came over him. But Steve knew, he had known since day one.

From that night forward, the two of you ignored the elephant in the room, tiptoeing around each other’s feelings. Sometimes when you were standing in the garden, looking out, you felt him come up behind you, the heat of his body radiating against your back. You could feel his nose skim your hair, inhaling your scent, eye fluttering shut in hopes he would touch you. But he never did and he always disappeared before you could react. You yearned for him in ways you had never yearned before.

It was a night in August that changed everything. Bucky was in his office, reading over a file that Steve had brought to him, when he heard the thunder clap. He looked up to see the skies open up, rain beginning to fall in thick wet drops. Just as he was about to return to his work, he saw you run out into the garden. The rain quickened by the second all around you as you twirled in a circle, head back, a huge smile on your face. Bucky couldn’t control himself as he left his office, heading to the back door. Nothing else mattered to him, except the gorgeous girl dancing in the rain like a woodland fairy.

For a moment he forgot who he was, where he was and how his next action would play out. His hands wound around your waist, startling you, your hair clinging to your skin as you met his gaze. Without any care in the world Bucky pressed his lips to yours, hands coming up to hold your face, holding you delicately like you would break in his hands. He wanted to mold himself around you, and never let you go. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, feverishly matching his kiss with the same passion. One of his hands slid to the back of your head as the other one found its way to rest on your lower back, pressing you into him. He pulled away, grabbing your hand and tugging you into the gazebo, the heated look in his eyes made you shiver in anticipation.

The rest was a blur, a mix of messy kisses and roaming hands, as you explored one another. Soaked pieces of clothing were scattered about haphazardly, neither of your hands wanting to leave the other's skin for too long. The rain pattered on the roof of the gazebo, drowning out your moans as you rode Bucky, head thrown back in a different kind of pleasure. He gave over control, just like he gave over his heart, hands digging into your hips almost painfully. Your hands dug into the strong muscles of his chest and a broken groan had you melting further into him. A cacophony of emotions swirled in the air around you as you both reached your climax and you knew this was a point of no return.

Bucky’s hand hit the glass window in front of him, remembering that fateful night. The night that changed his life. Right before he shattered everything. He still remembered the look on your face, still remembered the feeling of his heart shattering, still felt the regret of what he had done as soon as he did it. The rain pouring outside was increasing as he laid his head to the glass, letting the tears finally fall. He had watched you sleep that night, your gorgeous face peacefully as you probably dreamt of butterflies and flowers, and he knew he couldn’t keep you. He was glad he got to have you just once but tomorrow you would be gone and he would make sure of it. When Bucky left the bed that next morning, he left his heart beside you.

Little did he know, you were also sitting in front of a window watching the rain, in your little apartment across town. The cup of tea doing little to warm you up as the memories you usually kept at bay were crashing over you.

You had woken up alone in Bucky’s bed, the soreness between your legs brought a smile to your lips as you remembered the night before. Bucky’s sweet words and lingering touches felt like brands on your skin and every flash of the night before caused your heart to soar. You quickly dressed and made your way downstairs, finding an empty house. A note on the door of Bucky’s office told you that he was out dealing with some business and would be back later. Your heart clenched at the impersonal tone of the note and you shook your head to clear your doubts. But the ice that had crept in, was chilling you to the bone.

You went about your day doing your usual work, but the feeling of dread never left the pit of your stomach. The feeling worsened when you heard the front door open and close, Steve and Bucky’s voices sounding from the foyer. Your feet carried you into the hallway before you realized what you were doing and suddenly he was in front of you, his suit jacket laying on the floor, white button up covered in blood. For the first time you saw the man everyone was afraid of, the terrifying mob boss, his eyes dead as they looked up to meet yours. No they didn’t meet yours, instead they looked right through you. He nodded to Steve, who was looking at you with worried eyes but you couldn’t take your eyes off Bucky, who just brushed past you without a second glance.

Like a magnet, you followed behind him as he went up to his office. Shutting the door behind yourself, you faced him, finding him sitting on the edge of his desk watching you. His expression was cold and vacant, no remnants of the man you knew.

“Bucky?” You asked in a soft voice, slowly approaching him. His eyes watched you cautiously, as you put a hand on his forearm. “Are you alright?”

“Take your hand off me, y/n,” He growled, voice dripping with venom. Your eyes flashed up to his face, your expression shocked. “I’ve let you become too comfortable,” He continued, stepping away from his desk, causing you to take a step back. “And that won’t do.”

He continued to stalk towards you until your back hit the wall and he loomed over you. A tremor wracked down your spine and for once you were scared of him. His ring covered hand came up to grab your throat, pushing you flush against the wall and leaned into you until his nose was touching yours. Your hands wrapped around his wrist, trying with no luck to yank it off.

“What’s wrong little birdie? Cat got your tongue,” Bucky smirked, transforming into a complete stranger in front of your eyes. His hand tightened and tears welled in your eyes.

“Bucky, please,” You pleaded, desperate for the man you knew was in there somewhere. “Don’t do this!”

“Do what? I got what I wanted, there's no need for me to act anymore.”

“Act? Bucky you don’t mean that,” You protested, nails digging into his wrist.

“Oh but I do sweetheart. Did you really think I felt more for you?”

“You did, you do!” You cried, tears now streaming down your face, “Last night was real Bucky, you can’t deny that!”

Bucky shook his head, freeing you from his grasp as he began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Last night,” He choked out between laughs, “last night was nothing, I fucked you and you let me.” You wanted to smack the laughter right out of him, but you were frozen in place by the harshness of his words. His mocking laughter got louder with each passing moment, and you just couldn’t stay any longer. You ran out of that house as fast as your legs would allow, never looking behind you, as you got in your car and drove away.

If only you had stayed just a little while longer, you would have seen Bucky’s laughter give way to body wrenching sobs as the man you loved fell to pieces.

Your hand absently rubs at the ache in your chest, your heart still broken. Some days you wondered if it was all a dream, whether you imagined how Bucky felt about you. Your heart told you it was real but his words never left your thoughts, haunting you always. Tears streamed down your face, wishing you could go back and live it all over again, even though you knew how it would end. It didn’t matter as long as you were around him just for a little while.

A sharp knock pulls you out of your head and you glance curiously at the door, wondering who was here in this weather. You detangle yourself from your blanket and walk over to the door, looking into the peephole. Your breath catches in your throat and you rush to open the door, revealing thoroughly soaked Bucky Barnes. His broken expression causes the ache in your chest to worsen but you keep your face blank, not giving him the satisfaction of knowing how close you were to breaking down.

He runs a hand through his wet hair as he looks you over, making note of your tear stained cheeks and guarded expression. Taking a deep breath, he takes your warm hand into his cold one and finally speaks.

“I have loved you since the day I met you”

“Bucky-, “ You begin to interrupt, but his other hand covers your mouth.

“Please let me finish and then you can tell me to go to hell if you want to,” Bucky begs, and you nod, unable to say no to him. “I have loved you since the day I met you and I knew if I let myself love you, I would ruin you. So for months I pushed you away, but you still found your way back. Somewhere along the line I stopped fighting it and let myself fall.” He stops for a moment, collecting himself before continuing.

“I fell head first down the rabbit hole and I let myself drown in you. But that next morning, seeing you in my bed, I knew I couldn’t keep you because you were too good for the world I live in. So I lied and I broke your heart and I am so so sorry for everything,” His voice breaking on the last word as he drops his hand from your mouth. You look at him stunned, words escaping you. He waits as you gather yourself, bracing himself for whatever you were about to say.

“Why are you here Bucky? Obviously nothing has changed, I’m still me and you’re still you,” You ask quietly, not having the strength to speak any louder. You didn’t understand why he felt the need to come here and tell you all this if he still couldn’t fit you into his life. Did he just enjoy breaking your heart repeatedly?

His hand reaches up to cup your cheek and you lean into it, enjoying the feeling. This wasn’t the response he was expecting from you, but he was going to fight with everything he had left.

“I’m a selfish man, y/n and I don’t want to stay away from you anymore. I love you with every fiber of my being and I’m here to ask you to take me back, ragged edges and all. Nothing is the same without you and I can’t live another day in this colorless world. Please come back to me and set my world alight again.” Bucky’s blue grey eyes met yours, pleading with you to say yes.

Words don’t seem like enough so instead your hands reach up, grabbing him by the lapels and kiss him hard. His hands find your waist, holding on for dear life and you know he’s never going to let go again.

#sweetlysad1kchallenge #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader

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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years

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The Island | KTH (One)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: swearing

Notes: Alright here is the first ch to my new story! I am super nervous to post this because it is a completely different vibe. But I hope you guys enjoy! Don’t worry, it turns fluffier later:) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat!:)

Taglist: @ggukkieland @monvieesdaebak @707sblog @peacedreamer14

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Your room is blinding from the soft yet striking sunrise, each beam of light swims through the blinds in piercing waves. The intense glow hits you in your sleepy state, causing you to wake from your glorious slumber. Too bright. You sit up in your bed, attempting to rub away the sleep that crusts your eyes. You begin to slowly open one lid at a time, taking in the neat appearance of your room. Your room looks the same as always—there is a nightstand next to your wooden framed bed, it holds a pale lamp and a photo of mountainous scenery. A dresser sits comfortably in front of you, it is dressed in simple décor and a large mirror. Yup, the same as always. You glance over to your sheer curtained window where the sun very offendedly washes over the room—wait. Hold on a god damn second.

Quickly, you begin to open your eyes just a bit wider—where is your royal purple ottoman? The art that hangs on your walls? Your dresser is brown not black for Christ’s sake! You ball your hand in the sheets…these don’t even feel like your sheets, yours aren’t this silky. This is not your room. Your eyebrows climb to the top of your forehead as you jerk your head around. Where the hell are you? Suddenly, you feel something rustle against your side. No…not something—someone.

Your eyes dart to the right of you, where this someone moves against the sheets. Not just someone. A man. His dark, ruffled hair sticks out between the sheets and pillow below his head. Why is there a man in bed with you? Is it…his bed? Oh god. Immediately, your mind tries to recall the night before. Did you go out and drink too much? Go home with a rando? Super unlike you though. You pull your hair as your mind races.

Sitting up in bed, worry crosses all of your features. You try to face all the possibilities that could maybe end up being your reality. But going out and partying is nowhere in your memories. You begin gnawing on your bottom lip, knowing you stayed home last night. And that you fell asleep in your own bed…alone, you might add. So where the hell are you? And why is there another person? Fear enters the picture now, this is the last place you wanted to go. You know, that horrible, terrible, dark place? The one that says your reality is that some creepy man kidnapped you and plans on doing murder-y type things to you. Yup, that place.

You tug on the end of your hair again, you know, you know, a bad habit. But you can’t help it as anxiety grows deeper within you. Were you really kidnapped? Fuck. You have to think. You’re trying to, at least. But breathing is becoming a chore. Your breaths are quick and sharp like you are on the brink of a panic attack. Shit, maybe you are. You try to eye the room again, taking in its appearance more carefully. You can’t help the shiver that speeds down your spine when you notice how perfect this single bedroom is…it actually almost resembles your guest bedroom at home. Which is creepy in itself. You continue to eye the room curiously, while staying absolutely frozen.

The dresser has more photos of pretty scenery sitting on top, as well as a few small vases that complement the rest of the décor. Anxiety continues to grow within you, shaking you to the core. You hate the way your hands tremble in your lap. You want to do something. You truly do but fuck, you can’t even move a muscle. Your breathing begins to pick up even more. Where are you? Why are you here? Who is this man sleeping so fucking peacefully next to you? Your thoughts are going 100 miles per minute, screaming at you, taunting you, giving you the middle finger.

Before you can think through your many obvious questions and answer them, the man next to you begins to stir in his sleep. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly moves to his back from his side. You stare down at him, too scared to move. Too scared to scream bloody murder. Too scared to do anything. And nothing disappoints you more. That you are nothing but a coward. You look down at your future murderer and wait for him to wake.

Future murderer slowly opens his eyes but he shies away instantly from the beaming sunlight.

“Ahhhh.” He lets go in one long breath, rubbing at his eyes in a sleepy manner. You sit still, your own breath caught in your throat. You want to move but fear has you frozen like an evening in the arctic. The man, or Future Murderer as you seemed to have named him, begins sitting up, stretching his arms out above him and yawns a song of sleep. He finally opens his eyes fully and soaks in the room before him. His head moves around quickly, his expression becoming rather…confused.

“What the fuck?”

Yup, those are his first words. Should have been yours too, if you’re being honest. This guy gets it.

Future Murderer’s facial expression grows bewildered as he looks around the room and when he finally feels your presence, he turns his head your way.

“Uh…” the Murderer narrows his eyes at you, “Hi?”

You don’t even realize the sigh of relief that pushes past your lips, but his confusion seems…genuine. And this allows you to relax your shoulders a little bit. Maybe he is a victim to whatever is going on too? You take in his disheveled appearance; he has brown wavy hair that rests above his brow line, eyes darker than the deepest part of the sea and full pouting lips. You would totally admit he’s attractive as hell but considering the fact you’re trying to convince yourself he isn’t going to murder you and the state you’re in, you’re going to push that thought away.

“Uh, who are you?” His brows knit together as he expectantly waits for an answer.

“No, who are you?” You squint at him. How dare he ask like you aren’t the one totally frazzled here? But somehow it’s comforting that he seems as confused as you are. Mystery man (his new name, since he doesn’t appear to want to murder you) (maybe) raises a single brow at you before answering,

“Taehyung.”

You listen to his name roll off his tongue and absorb it. Taehyung, huh? You hesitate for a second before finally giving your own name.

“y/n.”

Taehyung then, has the audacity to pinch his nose in annoyance. To be fair, it looks like the one he’s annoyed with is himself and not you.

“Look, sorry…” he begins, “If we hooked up last night, I don’t really remember and I—"

Your eyes widen at his words and you begin to frantically shake your head,

“No! We didn’t—we didn’t…”

“Oh?” Taehyung gives you a curious look then has the audacity to scoot several inches away from you. Then you feel his eyes on you, they search you from head to toe. You’re wearing your cat printed PJ shorts and a simple purple t shirt. You admit your hair is probably pretty wild, so you card your fingers through your locks. You start to feel insecure under his gaze as he so shamelessly eyes you.

“I don’t know who you are or where I am…do you know where we are?” you question, looking off to the side.

Taehyung pulls his eyes away from you, his head moving around to look around the room, his arms flailing.

“Does it look like I know where I am?”

You only blink at him and he rolls his eyes, “No, I don’t.” he admits.

Moments of silence pass between the two of you. You don’t know what to say at this point even though you have a million things you would like to say. But you can’t form one, coherent sentence apparently. You don’t know anything. You’re fucking clueless and you hate it. You’re trying to gather your thoughts when you feel Taehyung rise from the bed, startling you like he just committed a crime. God, you are such a coward. What? Do you really think the bed is apparently some super safe place that will protect you from the evils of the world? Taehyung walks toward the dresser and other corners of the room, inspecting it carefully.

“Fucking weird, but nice room, right?” he asks under his breath. Taehyung throws a glance over at you. “You don’t know where you are…I don’t know where I am…we both wake up in a strange room and neither of us have any recollection of how we got here.” Taehyung takes a pause to gather his thoughts. “Have you heard anything? You know, from outside the room? There could be other people.” He waits for you to answer but you stay quiet. Yes, you are on that level of coward.

You stay in the bed, anxiety building up, growing fiercer by the second. While it seems Taehyung’s attention is being stolen by the large window where the sun invites him to come take a peak. He tip toes over to the window, lifting the blinds and exposes something you imagine takes his breath way due to his audible gasp.

“Where…the fuck are we?” he asks breathlessly.

Instead of looking for yourself, you stay seated. But are we surprised? You study Taehyung’s expressions, watching for his reactions. His face falls into one of awe but after only a few moments in settles back into confusion. He reaches for the bottom of the window sill and lifts upwards, opening the window and releasing the sound of…is that waves? You continue to observe him, too afraid to see for yourself. He stands there for several long moments before turning your way and he clears his throat.

“I—I don’t…I don’t know where we are, like, really.” He takes a hesitant step towards the bed. “But something tells me neither of us are from here.”

You need a minute. Yeah, you need a minute to process his words. Because what the fuck does he mean by that? You aren’t ‘from here’? Are you on another planet or some shit? This man needs to work on his wording, for Christ’s sake. You feel your hand move just the slightest. Then your other hand. Your toes curl in and out. Seems you aren’t so frozen anymore. Things are, yes things as in waking up with a total stranger and him saying you are in an unknown place, are starting to wake you up. You’re so ashamed your solution to all of this was to stay seated in bed…but for some reason a rushing sensation of bravery washes over you.

You rise from the sheets and step one foot on to the floor. It’s not lava. So you step down with both feet and make your way over to Taehyung. You stop in front of him, tilting your head up since he has several inches over you—but nothing too intimidating, you decide. His eyes find yours and you lock eyes for a few moments. Both of you trying to search the other for answers. You break contact to face the window and wow. Your eyes animatedly widen at the sight. Palm trees and water for miles and miles it seems. No other buildings or sign of life. An island? But not the kind of island where this room is a part of some fancy resort, no, not that kind. Instead the kind where a plane crashes and a group of people have to survive.

You blink down at your new reality. First of all, you live nowhere near an island, so there’s that. You feel the anxiety and frustrations begin to surface again and you can’t help that your eyes begin to gloss over. You snap your head back to get a look at your fellow victim and he looks just as lost as you feel.

“We need to find out what’s going on.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his head up. He locks his eyes with yours again but you break contact to look at your feet.

“We don’t know anything…would if it’s not safe?” you quietly try to reason.

“Exactly, we don’t know anything and that’s a problem. You don’t expect us to stay in this room forever, do you?”

He has a point and you know it. You want to follow him out of this room but your feet seem to be glued to the floor.

“Well, no. But—”

“Didn’t think so.” He turns away from you, his body shuffling towards the bedrooms door but before he can become out of reach your hand flies to his shirt sleeve, tugging it softly.

“Wait! Just hold on—” Your voice wavers and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Rolls his fucking eyes at you!

“Listen, come. Or don’t. I don’t really care.” Taehyung releases your hold on his shirt, unsticking your fingers and throwing your hand towards your body. “Decide.” He states before swiftly turning around to head towards the door.

Oh. So this guy is a fucking asshole. Noted.

You end up following him because although he was rude about it, feeling someone’s touch when you feel so scared was slightly comforting and yes, you are aware of how fucking pathetic that is.

Taehyung stands in front of the door, his hand reaching for the knob when he turns his head to say, “Just trust me.”

And now you are the one rolling your eyes. Trust him? You just met the dude! 10 minutes ago his name was Future Murderer. How could you possibly trust this asshole?

“How can I trust you? I literally just met you.” The scowl on your face deepens when he smirks.

“Are you always such a fucking baby?”

“Are you always such a fucking baby?” you mock, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head. Okay, you admit you aren’t being the most mature here. But Taehyung doesn’t seem to take offense to it by the way he gasps and throws a hand over his heart as if wounded.

“Oh? She’s got some sass?” His question and raised brows only piss you off.

“Whatever. Let’s go.” You aren’t entirely sure where the confidence comes from but you don’t question it. You’re breezing past him, your shoulder knocking into his as you approach the door.

You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you and hear him mumble a lame, ‘that’s the spirit’ from behind you. And with that, in one swift action you are opening the door.

You stand in the open doorway, once again frozen in place. Not feeling as confident as you were 15 second ago—maybe you just need this dude to piss you off again. Speak of the devil, Taehyung steps besides you, poking his head out into the hallway searching for any sign of life.

“It’s quiet.” He takes a few steps forward, now in the middle of the hall. You glance around, the hallway has walls full of beautiful artwork, and to the right is 3 doors and to the left is a wide staircase. An exit. Bingo.

“Let’s check each room.” And of course he wants to do the opposite.

“No, let’s just get out of here.”

You turn on your feet towards the stairs and stop at the first step and raise a brow over your shoulder, “Aren’t you coming?”

Taehyung looks conflicted to say the least. He exhales deeply, looking between you and the 3 doors.

“Shouldn’t we just—”

“No! come on…” You must sound pleading and convincing because you can see him falter, just a bit. “I just want to go home…” You say, averting his gaze. Taehyung only stares at you for what feels like an eternity before he’s finally agreeing with the nod of his head.

The two of you very cautiously step down the stairs, each foot that follows the other slightly trembles in the fear of the unknown. You two finally reach the bottom and your eyes go wide at the sight. This is basically your fucking dream house. The floor plan is very open. At the center is a gorgeous grand piano, you don’t play but it’s aesthetically pleasing you guess? To the right is a long table with picture frames and décor and down the hall there seems to be more rooms.

You scan the downstairs as you slide your fingers along the edge of this table and stop when you come across a framed photo. What the actual fuck. Your eyebrows rise and your eyes grow twice their size. You very hesitantly pick up the picture as your eyes blink down at the frame in hand when your breathing begins to pick up again. It’s a framed photo of you and your sister . Now why the hell would this be here? Why is there a picture of you and your sister?? Why would someone have this? The framed photo sits in your trembling hands as you stare down at it. Taehyung notices your shaky grip on this picture and takes it from you to take a look himself. His eyes also go wide…you look between him and the picture.

“Why…why the hell is this here?” your voice betrays you as it shakes with every word.

Taehyung glances down at the table and notices his own photos with friends and family that are disgustingly and proudly displayed.

“What the actual fuck?” Taehyung whispers to no one but himself. What the hell is going on? Why does this house have pictures of the two of you? Who is doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?

“What’s happening Taehyung?” you step closer to him feeling entirely…creeped out.

“Does it look like I fucking know?” he snaps. He sees you flinch and his eyes soften, “Sorry…Its just… this is going too far.” He finally looks as disturbed as you feel. The two of you stay quiet for a few moments, neither of you knowing how to react to this eerie discovery.

You shudder at how ominous this all is. This is becoming way too much. How much more of this can you handle? You almost want to jump into this assholes arms and sob into his navy blue t shirt.

“We should…” Taehyung wipes his sweaty hands on his sweats, “keep going.”

The two of you nod your heads in unison and turn to your left where there is an entry way to the kitchen and living room. Taehyung stops before stepping through while you join him at his side. You two glance around to soak in your surroundings—it’s also an open space, the two open areas sharing a space. The kitchen is covered in black granite and wooden cabinets with a door that probably leads outside. The living room has two matching sofas, a wide screen TV that hangs on the wall over a fireplace and built in shelves on either side, full of books, movies and games.

Taehyung and you share a look before walking through to the kitchen and living room. You approach the rooms slowly and carefully, afraid of what you might find. What surprises could be lurking. Suddenly the white glow of the TV can be seen, making you jump with its sudden brightness. Why the hell did the TV just turn on? Is this like, a haunted house? Are you being fucking haunted? Okay, maybe that’s dramatic.

The screen is bright white with nothing else on it. You turn to face Taehyung who is already staring at you with brows pinched together in confusion. Same Taehyung, same. The two of you decide to walk closer to the TV when dark, bold numbers appear.

“10….9…8…..”

The sound of soft music can be heard playing from the TV, similar to the music that’s played in an elevator, as numbers counting down from 10 begins. You feel your insides twist and turn.

“….7….6…..”

Panicked, the two of you inch closer and closer. You two stand here waiting for something, anything to occur because these might be the longest 10 seconds of your life. The millions of questions you have only multiplying. With the seconds counting down and getting closer to zero, your breathing about fucking stops. What is going to happen? You can feel your palms grow sweaty as your heart beats out of your chest. It feels like the countdown to the end of the world.

“….5….4….3…”

You don’t think Taehyung realizes just how close he is to you, his shoulders bumping into yours. You guess fear does funny things even between strangers.

“….2…..1…….”

And then it finally happens. The timer finally reaches fucking zero. And it is safe to safe your attention has been caught…anyone’s would be if a screen greets them with their god damn names.

“Welcome Kim Taehyung and Y/N Y/LN”

Your names on the screen has you automatically feeling nauseas. What sort of sick game is this? Is someone setting you up? Pranking you? If so, shits not funny. But also, why is Taehyung here? Your eyes focus on the screen as it moves to the next slide.

“It is a great honor that you two have made it this far. You have been carefully selected in this company’s project. After a lot of consideration and impressive results—we have decided to move you to the next phase.”

Naturally, very naturally you become even more confused than you fucking started. What projects? What company? You can hear Taehyung swallow hard, his nerves spiking with each word he reads. Then the slides continue.

“To put it simply, we are in the business of love.”

Huh? Huh?

Taehyung and you break your focus on the screen to steal a glance as one another very briefly before turning your heads back to the TV. What the hell they mean love? What is this absolute nonsense?

“Our use of science, technology and logic has got us here today. We test and heavily observe our chosen subjects and decide if they are the perfect match. We then move them to the final phase: The Island. This is where the two subjects meet and get along for the first time. The place they will undoubtedly fall in love.”

You can’t help that your mouth falls open, you are sure your eyes are bulging out of your head. You dare to turn to look at Taehyung and he isn’t looking much better.

Before you can really gather any thoughts the slides continue.

“Our success rate is 99%. You WILL fall in love here, it is most probable. Other subjects will come to fall in love quickly, other will take their time. BUT don’t take too long~ If two subjects are taking too long to make progress we will send a ‘Request’ to move things along and if you fail to meet said request there will be a penalty. And you have 24 hours to complete the request. This is to help you.”

You shiver while reading the words before you. You are now too anxious to even look at Taehyung right now…you don’t want to even see his reaction to all of this. Is he anxious like you? Is he laughing because there’s no way this is real? Is he nodding along taking notes because he believes it? You don’t want to fucking know!

“We give soulmates the opportunity to meet and thrive. This particular project has been in the works for well over a year.”

You blink lazily at that. Well over a year? WELL OVER A YEAR? They’ve been watching you for over a year?!

“We have carefully observed each one of you in great detail. There is nothing we don’t know. We have matched you two to be most compatible.”

Nothing they don’t know? What the hell does that mean? How exactly did they fucking observe you two? You stand here with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Taehyung mirrors your expression. He doesn’t want to believe this either.

“And you two are finally ready to proceed with The Island.”

The two of you stand in the living room, dumbstruck. Absolutely dumbstruck. You aren’t even able to look at one another for more than a hot second. A harsh blush creeping on your face and you cringe because there’s no way you could blush for this asshole.

You just…you cannot believe any of this. You refuse to. This is ridiculous. Insane.

“This island is only for the two of you. Designed specifically for you. You are being constantly monitored. Hidden cameras are placed all around the house. Minus the bedrooms and bathrooms. The décor and food is to each of your likings, we want you to feel at home as possible. Everything including books, movies, games and rooms are to your likings and match your hobbies.”

Wait a minute. You frantically shake your head, blinking furiously. Constantly being monitored? AKA you’re being fucked spied on? How are you supposed to do anything knowing you’re being watched?

“Your families have already been notified of your absence.”

You feel your heart drop. You didn’t even consider how they might feel.

“You will return safely once we feel we are satisfied with the results. This can be 3 months, 6 months, a year or even more.”

You feel Taehyung spin to face you in complete shock.

“We understand this may seem awkward at first but things will evolve naturally. So you should not worry.”

These words do not bring the least bit of comfort.

“Besides the ‘Requests’ we will not interfere. This is YOUR time to fall in love.”

“Thank you so much for your ongoing participation and please enjoy your new home and of course, each other. <3”

The added heart at the end of the last slide has both of you scrunching your faces in disgust. With that, the TV shuts off, showing nothing but the dark black screen and the reflection of two ghosts. What. The. Fuck.

You’re sure your expression is as clear as day; a mix between anger and hopelessness. You don’t want to look at Taehyung, not after everything you just read but you know you should. So you tip your head to the side to get a good look at him. Worry. All you see is worry. Look, he might be hot as hell but there ain’t no way you can fall in love with this dude. But also, you don’t know anything. You gulp, there is one thing you know. You’re going to be sick.

Your nausea is so built up, it’s at the entrance of your throat begging for release. You stand here, running a clammy hand through your hair. You are going to puke, you know it.

Without any further thinking, you run towards the back door in the kitchen that thankfully leads to outside. You run down a path that you pray to the God’s that this path does lead to the ocean so you can drown yourself in some good ol’ waves. Your anxiety has you out of breath before the run does. You finally reach sand that is warm and grainy under your bare feet and follow it to the shore.

It’s beautiful actually. The view. You wish you could really take it all in and let the calmness of the waves relax you but you are seconds away from upchucking last night’s pizza rolls. But it never comes. Your guts never make it out of your body but the anxiety remains. Falling to the ground, you pull your knees into your chest, trying to breathe and most importantly trying not to cry. This is no use though and to be honest you don’t try very hard because tears are cascading down your face within seconds. You can feel the burning in your chest as hot tears fall onto the warmth of your cheeks and it breaks you further. You sit here and wonder if you are really stuck here in this place and with a complete and total stranger. The same thought stays with you as you ball into yourself.

You sit here, indulging in quiet sobs until they finally ease into soft sniffles. You reach up to wipe your eyes, ridding yourself of tears and the thoughts that came along with them. You need to think more clearly. Okay, positive thoughts. Come on y/n, you can do this. Positive thoughts. First off, you’re not alone. You are not the only victim here. You have an acquaintance here who you are sure isn’t very pleased about this either. But wait—would if this guy is a total weirdo? A psycho? Okay, maybe being positive is harder than you thought. Plus he was a total asshole to you earlier. But maybe that will change?

You stand to your feet, feeling more determined than before. You are going to try to make the best out of this shitty situation. You brush away the annoying leftover grains of sand from your legs and your behind and turn around to make your journey back to the house, your ‘home’. Ew, you did not just call it that, you shudder at the thought. Before you start walking, you spot Taehyung aka your ‘soulmate’ ew, you did not just him call him that— sitting, leaning against a tree. Yup, right next to where you just had snot running down your nose. Before spiraling into embarrassment, you take a good look at him and oh. You step towards him and his eyes follow your movements until you are seated next to him. He’s tense, that’s for sure. But you can’t really blame him, now can you? You are a little bit selfish, aren’t you? He is clearly freaking out too yet you ran out on him. You can see his expressions now: confused, anger, upset. And something you can’t quite figure out.

Taehyung looks your way and offers you a small, tense smile and then turns his head away from you to face the ocean again, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you.”

You really don’t want to feel offended because hey, that’s fair. But still, this asshole doesn’t even know you so you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you dude.”

Taehyung glances at you and gives you a look, like he knows that’s impossible.

“Sure.” He says.

“You don’t fall in love with me.” You snap back, feeling like you won something.

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.” He deadpans.

“Listen…you’re not a psycho, are you?” You narrow your eyes at him. Taehyung stares at you for a second before he dramatically rolls his eyes at you, then he narrows his own eyes.

“I’m not a psycho,” he defends, a serious expression drawn on his face. “But how do I know you’re not?”

You bite down on your lip as if really contemplating,

“Fair point.” You smile cheekily but then your face falls into a frown. “This isn’t…real, right?” you try to brush back your hair behind your ear but the wind makes it difficult. “The TV…this is a joke, right?”

Taehyung looks on towards the ocean, the big blue waves crashing in the distance. He is silent for several long, annoyingly long moments. You can’t help but wonder what goes inside his head, what is he thinking? What is he feeling? It’s got to be similar to you, right?

“Let’s say it is real. There’s a company who…who…spied on us for a year. What does that mean? They hacked our phones? Hacked our homes? How far did they go? They said they know everything…” Taehyung pauses, flinching at his own words. “So, say they do. They believe after all their research we make a good match…the perfect match, apparently.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” You cut in. “We couldn’t even get along in the first 10 minutes—”

“That’s because you were being a baby.”

“That’s because you were being a—Shut up.” You huff.

“Who’s being rude now?” Taehyung smirks. “Listen, I think it’s best if we just play it safe. But I am serious…I won’t be falling in love with you. And I am not a psycho.”

“And I am serious too, I won’t.” you remind him, annoyed. “It’s you who should be careful.” You poke your tongue out and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“So do you like pancakes? Mister Not Psycho.” You look at him with a playful smirk and he wastes no time to curve his lips downwards.

“Pancakes?” he lifts his brows but then a scowl takes over, “I’m not falling in love with you even if you make me pancakes. I still can’t get over this…they spied on us for a year y/n. Invaded our privacy…this is too much. Too much to be thinking about god damn pancakes”

“Yeah but it seems like we’re stuck together,” you reason, “Whether we like it or not. So you can maybe try not to be such an asshole to me? When I’m just as much of a victim as you are. And we still have to eat.”

Taehyung’s mouth drops a little, then he closes it, screwing his eyes shut. “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he stands to his feet. “This is all just so crazy and a lot to take in…”

“I know…” you pause, “It’s sort of like being on a vacation—”

“Just stop.”

Taehyung walks past you, heading back inside the house. Leaving you alone with nothing but the ocean.

You stare off into the wide unknown, the oceans blue emptiness swallowing you whole. This looks like a dream vacation spot, if you’re being honest. But this? This was about to be the vacation from Hell.

~~~~~~~~

You and Taehyung walk through the door back into the kitchen, a look of grimace on his face while you frown. You two decide to check out what this place has to offer. You’re both clearly skeptical of this whole entire situation, well at least he is. He feels like the only one who is acting appropriately. But he can safely assume you probably are feeling a bit skeptical yourself. You two check to see is there is anything safe to eat—if there even is food. He doesn’t know what to believe. Was this situation, he doesn’t know…real? True? Every word he read, is a loud echo in his mind screaming at him. How could he even take this seriously? How could you take this seriously? This is fucking insane! He looks over at you, who is rummaging through cabinets, you look the same as a few minutes ago—calm with an unsure expression painting your features. He hates how calm you look, he can’t help but feel so annoyed by you.

He takes a look in the large, silver fridge and is pleasantly surprised to see many foods that he likes; lots of fresh fruits, juices, milk, sandwich meats, so on. It is fully stocked. He reaches inside the fridge for a bowl a fresh fruit, his other hand grabbing for a can of whipped cream. He gives you a look and nods towards the bowl.

“Should we test them? See if we die from poison or some shit?” he half jokes, his bitter tone shining through. You try to ignore his bad attitude and smile.

“We’re testing them with a can of whipped cream?” you go for a lighter approach but he just rolls his eyes.

“Go big or go home, am I right ladies?”

You snort. Real life snort. And you consider being embarrassed but you see Taehyung’s eyes light up in amusement before they’re darkening again.

You reach for a strawberry and pop that thang in your mouth, so he does the same. You two chew cautiously, the flavor and juices bursting. These might be the best god damn strawberries either of you have ever had. Such a shame they are being enjoyed in such a situation. He turns to face you, the you who is now stuffing your face with strawberry after strawberry, he can’t help but let a chuckle slip between his lips.

“What? Go big or go home…” you pause, a smirk playing at your lips. “Right ladies?” Taehyung only rolls his eyes at your smart mouth, he won’t allow himself to laugh.

Taehyung is still trying to gather his impression of you. When you first met you were a total cry baby, then you were just annoying and now you’re trying your best to be calm. He recalls how you ugly cried just outside—god, you have been a roller coaster of a person but considering your situation he understands why.

He believes he was more unbothered and brave after having first woken up…but after seeing those framed photos he got freaked the fuck out, to put it simply. Then the TV…everything just went downhill from there. And he sees what you’re doing…you’re trying to be strong. And he hates you for it. Why is he being the weak one here? How are you doing it with such ease? He’s spiraling. His whole life just got put on pause. His dreams and aspirations? Pause. Friends and family? Pause. His love life? P-Pause? He can’t help but worry over every detail, not to mention…is any of this the truth? Are you two just supposed to believe the god forsaken words that you read on the TV screen? And you went on about this being like a damn vacation. Unbelievable! But all he can do right now is breathe in and breathe out and try to be himself. Which at the moment is a really unhappy person.

You and Taehyung continue reaching into the bowl for more refreshing fruit, your fingers brushing against one another like this is a god damn Hallmark movie, but you don’t seem to be fazed by it so he won’t either. Even though it’s driving him crazy, he doesn’t want to touch you. He wonders what your thoughts are on the whole ‘love’ thing? It’s ridiculous. Don’t get him wrong, in a different situation he could see himself getting along with someone like you, maybe even hook up…but fall in love? Not likely. Plus he already has someone. Sort of.

“Ah, wait…” He pauses mid bite.

“Hm?” you hum, mouth full.

“Aren’t we like, supposed to be finding pancake mix or whatever shit you wanted to find?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lick your fingers clean while the other hand lays rest on you hip. (And no, his eyes did not linger when you sucked on your fingers and no, they did not travel down to your hand that rest comfortably on your nice hips.)(And no, he did not just think your hips are nice.)

“Couldn’t find any!” you dramatically yell out, “You guys FAILED us!” you then look over at him with a smirk, “So much for being experts right?” you scoff, he almost wants to laugh at your dramatics but he just stares at you blankly.

But soon that blank stare is changing into a sour one when he realizes just who you are talking to…the very company that trapped you here. The one that’s watching over you right now. Or so they say.

“We should inspect the whole house.” He says seriously, “You know, get to know this ‘vacation home’ or whatever bullshit you said.”

You look down at your feet, feeling fucking embarrassed.

“Sorry for calling it that I—”

“I know,” Taehyung kind of smiles, “You were just trying to make us feel better. I get it.” His tone is softer than even he intended.

“It didn’t really help, did it?” you scratch the top of your head, feeling sheepish.

“Not really.” He answers honestly, with hard eyes. “Now come on, let’s check things out.”

You nod your head with an eye roll, he still chooses to be dickish.

The two of you walk into the living room to the entertainment center. The TV is surrounded by shelves of books, movies, and games. Apparently all to your liking, so you guess you will see how true that is.

“Woah, there’s Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” You comment, the game case in your hand.

“Woah, I can kick your ass at Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” Taehyung plainly responds while shuffling other games between his hands.

“Don’t even. I will play you right now.” You try lightening the mood but he just rolls his eyes.

“We have other important things to do, need I remind you?” he begins lecturing you and you scoff.

“You don’t need to remind me our shitty situation. Your stupid face is reminder enough.” You bite.

“Oh?” Taehyung continues to look through cases, barely paying attention to you.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “There’s tons of movies here and TV shows as well,” you gesture toward the bottom of the shelf. “Some I have never seen before,” you squat down, your fingers brushing against DVD cases until you stop at one in particular, pulling it out. “Like, what the hell is ‘Castaway on the Moon’?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, “UH, only my most favorite movie ever?” he says, taking the case from you.

“Looks weird.” You comment plainly.

“Weird—it’s not weird! It’s actually really good I swear, actually you know what?” Taehyung huffs out, it’s the first time you’re seeing him get so worked up. It’s amusing. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” He pouts, clearly wounded you would think to call his favorite movie ‘weird’.

“Plus, who’s weird?” he asks, “What’s with all this anime? I know it ain’t mine.”

You jut out your bottom lip in guilt, your cheeks turning a rosy pink.

“Well, well…”

“Well, well…” he mocks, feeling satisfied.

You raise your eyes to meet his and walk an inch towards him, never breaking contact.

“I’ll give yours a shot, if you give mine a shot?” you challenge, sticking out your hand. He guesses you want him to shake it.

He takes a moment to let his eyes linger on yours. They’re dark. Plain. Boring. Nothing special. He looks away and scoffs but the idea of sharing his favorite movie with someone does pique his interest.

“Deal.” He says, going in for the handshake. He feels your hand in his and doesn’t expect your skin to be so soft.

“Deal.” You say with an evil glint in your eye. “I’m going to make you watch so much good shit.” You continue to hold on to his hand, you look down at them and become slightly shy. You just remembered your situation. You keep staring for an odd amount of time before you drop his hand and shake your head.

“Should we check out the other rooms?” you start walking towards the entry way back into the main area of the house, but stop to turn and look at him.

“Yeah, I suppose we can do that.” He answers back, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

The two of you walk back into the main area where the rooms are located. He hesitantly creaks open the first door. He’s met with a room so fitting. A room full of art supplies. Drawing boards, brushes, paint, etc. He feels his palms pool with sweat.

“Do you make art?” you question, looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He gulps, feeling creeped out all over again. “They really did their research, huh?” he whispers to himself.

You two stand in the doorway, taking it all in. Taking in what this could really mean for you two. It begs the question: Were they really spying on you for over a year? Do they really know everything there is to know about you two?

You softly nudge Taehyung, “Why don’t we move on to the next room?” you suggest. He turns his head to face you as he swallows hard, nodding his head in agreement.

The next room is nothing spectacular, just a home gym.

“You work out?” he asks.

“Barely,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I always have the excuse of not having time or not wanting to go all the way to a gym. Guess I have no excuse now.” You look up at him with a sheepish grin. It’s hard to believe you don’t work out, Taehyung thinks. You have great legs.

“I see.” He turns his back to you, exiting the room.

The next room really wows Taehyung. He doesn’t mean for it to. He wants to hate this place.

It’s a room full of musical instruments and recording equipment.

“Holy shit.” He accidentally lets out. He walks around the room, touching things with just his fingertips. “This is like grade A equipment, I could only dream of owning shit like this.” He truly does not mean to be in awe of the music room, you know, because the enemies gave it to him but holy shit!

There’s only one room left and you swear to god it better be for you. You two slowly open the door together to reveal an interests of yours.

“Is this…? Like, a dance studio or something?” He questions, glancing around the room, “Are you a dancer?” he finally looks at you and he seems quite impressed.

You look…surprised, to say the least. Your brows shooting up all the way toward your hairline, your eyes darting all around the room.

“N-Not exactly…I mean, kind of?” you admit, your eyes falling to your hands. He tilts his head in confusion.

“I…I just have a serious interest I guess you could say,” you look all around the room again, “But I,” you play with your fingers. “I have never said it out loud to anyone.”

“Oh.” Taehyung breathes out in understanding. So, these fuckers really did spy on you guys. In depth. You both feel goosebumps rise on your arms, making you both feel a chill.

“Let’s head upstairs. Shall we?”

The upstairs has 4 doors in total. You both know the door closest to the staircase is the bedroom you woke up in.

“There’s no bathroom in this room,” he motions towards the door. “And the closet was empty. So, it’s not the master and that—”

“That means there’s multiple bedrooms.” you finish for him, and you both sigh in relief.

He means, this place has a goal of getting you together, so he wouldn’t be surprised if they only offered you one bedroom, but thank the God that he doesn’t believe in that there’s more than one bedroom.

“Yeah exactly,” he breathes out. “I’m willing to bet the door at the end of the hall is the master. Wanna just skip ahead?”

“Sure,” you agree, walking past him to beat him to the door at the end of hall. But you wait for him to reach the door as well before you’re reaching for the knob and slowly turning it, swinging the door open.

The room is big, a huge king size bed in the center of the back wall. Thankfully, the drapes are dark so not a lot of natural sunlight enters the room, Taehyung thinks.

“Hell yeah, dark curtains.” You say excitedly. Obviously reading his mind.

He follows behind you, keeping his comments to himself as you ooh and aah at your surroundings. He is impressed by the rooms simple yet he guesses you could say intriguing décor. Definitely fits his style, but he won’t say that out loud. As an artist himself, the paintings on the walls are very pleasing to the eye. He wonders if they suit you as well. If you’re his ‘soulmate’ they would, he thinks bitterly. He could see himself adding his own artwork to this room. He wonders if you would be okay with that as well—wait. What is he saying? It’s not like you two will be sharing this room!

You drag your fingers across the comforter on the bed.

“Soft.” You mumble to yourself.

He chews on his lips for a moment before speaking, “You can have it…” he shifts from one foot to the other. “The room, I mean. I’ll just take the other bedroom.”

“Really? You sure?” The excitement is evident in your voice. “Wait no—that’s not very fair. We could thumb wrestle for it or—”

He raises a brow, “Thumb wrestle? Really?”

“Mortal Kombat?” you offer.

“That just wouldn’t be fair, I would win too easily.” He says, not impressed. “Just take the room. I’m sure.”

“Fine…thank you.” you bow your head down in defeat.

The two of you walk towards the master bath and your eyes come close to popping out of your heads. It is huge! And super fancy! He’s not good at fancy words but he’ll put it simply, the countertop is long with two sinks. Two sinks. The shower has one of those rain shower head things and woah. That’s for like, rich people. The way you are gawking at this bathroom tells him you’re having the same thoughts as him. Yours are probably fancy like, “This extravagant marble bathtub looks exquisite against these cream colored walls. Very…dashing.” Or some wild shit like that.

The closet is next, He’ll be completely honest. He forgot you would need clothes and shit. But holy moly, there are rows and rows of clothes, both yours and his. There is jewelry (Not really sure why that’s necessary but like, okay) and shoes on shelves against the walls. It was more than he owned himself back at home.

“Honestly I forgot about needing clothes…since we like…live here now.” The words are sour leaving your mouth, he can tell. But also, you are obviously reading his mind again.

“What? You thought you would be wearing your cute little PJ’s 24/7 or what? Wear nothing at all maybe?” he asks, shuffling from one foot to the other. He’s uncomfortable.

“ha-ha.” you deadpan. “I just haven’t really thought about what this all entails is all.”

He frowns at your words,

“We should probably talk about it, right? What this all means, I mean.” His questions causes a shift in the atmosphere. The air becoming a little thicker.

You only nod and turn on your feet to head back into the bedroom. He quickly follows behind you, both of you stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s talk then.” You bite your lip, swaying side to side.

He needs to be honest. He is clearly so confused about all this. Fucking puzzled. He means, what if just what if this company was real? And this company was…right? Are you really a match made in heaven? No, that can’t be. That would be fucking ridiculous. He’s being ridiculous for even considering it. But you two obviously need to talk. Have a fucking chit chat.

You plop down on the edge of the bed and he follows your lead, finding a spot right next to you. Your knee shakes up and down quickly while you play with the hem of your shirt. You’re obviously nervous as fuck, which he can’t really blame you. He watches you for a few moments before hesitantly placing a hand over your shaking knee, trying to stop the anxious movement and hoping to God he is not crossing any serious lines, he’s just really getting annoyed by your shaking knee and needs that shit to stop. You turn your head to face him and he is met with a look of frustration. He turns his head to face straight ahead and with a heavy sigh he says, “I feel that way too.” Because it’s true, you both must feel the same. It’s not like you want to be stuck here with him either. Right?

You finally let out a long breath, “How long?” you whisper. “How long will we be stuck here?” you begin to sniffle as your eyes become wet. Shit. He brings his hands to his lap and interlocks his fingers together.

“I…I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “But what are your thoughts? On what we read…” he clears his throat, clarifying as if it wasn’t already obvious.

You suck in a sharp breath, “I don’t know what to believe.” You admit. “But we are…” you gesture between you two, “This is—This is not happening.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious statement in the world. He. Could. Not. Agree. More.

You continue, “Someone deciding for me? On this part of my life? That doesn’t sit right with me. No fucking thank you.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I mean,” you turn to face him, “You seem decent and all, when you’re not being an ass, but this is all insane. Just insane.” You wear an annoyed expression, shaking your head in disbelief. He breathes out of his nose in attempt to laugh.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“But…” you pause, choosing your next words carefully…you have to be careful with this next part. “But if it’s real? What are we—” and yup, just as expected, you are cut off with just a look. He furrows his brows together and pushes his head back in surprise.

“This can’t be forced y/n.” he states firmly. You raise your hands up in surrender.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. I know that! I fucking know, jeez. But we have to talk about all the possibilities.” You say firmly, “We’re stuck here for who knows how long and you read the same thing as me, right?” you push on, “3 months? 6 months? A fucking year?” you drag a heavy hand down your tired face. “And don’t even get me started on these damn ‘Requests’ and whatever they are!” You are clearly very frustrated…Taehyung looks at you with the same pity you’re sure he feels for himself.

“Okay, okay.” For the first time Taehyung speaks to you much more softly. “Listen, they can’t keep us here forever? We are going to prove we are that 1%. We just got to stay out of one another’s way and just wait it out until they return us home.” Then his frown deepens, “But wait, what about the ‘Requests’?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

You strum your fingers on your thigh, staring down at your lap, in deep thought.

“I know this is weird but…” Taehyung starts.

“I know, we have to talk about it.” You finally look up at him and your entire face has gone pink.

“If the ‘Requests’ are, I don’t know, “pure” enough, we could just like do them?” you look at him with doe eyes, “Or like, if the penalty isn’t that bad…. I don’t know.” You ramble on.

The thing is, neither of you know what to expect from these ‘Requests’ and their penalties. It’s one huge mystery. And neither you nor Taehyung are a fan of mysteries. Taehyung watches as you begin shaking your knee in total panic again when he clears his throat.

“Hey…I think we can worry about that when or if the time comes, okay?”

“When or if…” you repeat slowly. “Okay.”

He stands from his place at the bed and begins walking towards the bedroom door.

“As long as we stay out of each other’s way, we should be good.”

“Stay out of each other’s way…” you nibble on your lips, “Like, we don’t talk or anything?”

“Precisely. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

“But—”

“That’s just the way it’s got to be.”

“Fine.” You speak bitterly, “Fine by me.”

Stuck on a beautiful island in a beautiful house with a beau—with a man. What could possibly go wrong? Vacation from hell, here we go.

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