#slowly inching closer and closer to the front of it and destroying everything in my ppath

[thirstywoso]

Five years down, forever to go pt2 // Jessie Fleming x Reader 18+

Synopsis: Jessie comes home from training to reader being domesticated af

A/N: This is part 2 but you can also read it without having read part 1

Warnings: again just mostly smut, reader receiving, strap on use, fingering, oral, dirty talk, marking, masturbation, aftercare, edging, ruined orgasm, language (as always I think that's it) 18+ MDNI

W/C: 3.6K

Your favourite song was blasting in your headphones as you danced around the kitchen, singing into the spoon that you had a firm grasp on. Spinning around with your eyes closed belting the words out before your 'microphone' suddenly became a guitar which you pretended to strum to the tune of the song.

It was no surprise you hadn't seen Jessie stood in the doorway watching your antics. Not wanting to disturb you and enjoying your performance all too much she didn't make a move to announce her presence.

Putting the spoon on the side you went back to the counter beginning to chop the vegetables for dinner which you were hoping to have ready for Jessie when she came home.

As you carried on humming along to the song you were jolted from your peace as your girlfriends arms snaked around your hips meeting again at your front.

Once the shock had worn off you went back to chopping as Jessie began kissing your shoulder and peppering your neck. You hummed leaning into her touch as she continued.

"Jessie please, you'll leave a mark!"

"Hmm and that concerns me because?"

"Because I have work tomorrow and I don't want to look unprofessional"

"Right so you completely destroying my neck last night was okay?"

"Of course" you say smugly

"You know even Janine's make up couldn't cover the marks you left and I was absolutely ripped into at training!"

You just laughed under your breath

putting the knife down you turned around in her arms to face her, placing a kiss to her lips removing your headphones.

"Hey" you whispered against her, leaning back against the counter that she trapped you against with one arm either side of you. Her arms flexed as she leaned in closer to you, your eyes unable to look away.

The way her muscles bulged and the veins across her hands stuck out you studied every inch whilst she just watched your face with a smug look.

"Like what you see?"

"I'd like it more if you put them to use"

With that she pushed the chopping board and knife out of the way before using her strong arms to hoist you up onto the counter standing between your parted legs.

You leant down caressing her face kissing her slowly, at this moment you were so full of love that you hadn't yet noticed the tingling down below.

Pulling away from Jessie you looked into her dilated pupils as she possessively grabbed your hips.

"You know you may have looked irresistible last night but I think coming home and seeing you cook for us whilst wearing my clothes looking all domesticated, is what does it for me"

"I could say the same about you too Miss Fleming, getting to see your beautiful face when you come home and spend my life with you is everything to me"

"You know, you keep this up and that will be your last name some day"

You smile kissing her again

"You want to have a family with me some day?"

"You know I do Jessie"

"I love you" she hummed leaning in for another kiss.

It started off innocent but soon the kiss deepened and you're not sure who initiated it, the only thing you could think about is the gentle slide of your girlfriends tongue over your bottom lip and the heat growing between your legs.

Jessie's hands wondered up her your sweater that you were wearing, her finger tips gently stroking patterns along your sides. She took her time kissing you gently as one of her hand reached further up cupping your breast above your bra. Kneading one in her hand she removed her free hand that had previously been squeezing your hip and let it find your other breast for similar treatment.

You sighed into her mouth as she continued her ministrations. Slowly getting lost in the feeling before quickly pulling back.

"Baby as much as I want to do this" you say pointing between the two of you "right now, I have to cook our dinner"

"With all due respect, fuck dinner we will get take out. I appreciate you cooking for me but right now there's only one thing I want to eat on my mind"

Her lips were back on yours again, hands moving to the bottom of your sweater pulling it over your head before she returned back to your lips.

Her hands lightly scratched at the base of your back before she also removed her shirt, you gripped onto her shoulders grounding yourself as to not get to excited to quick.

It wasn't long until the kiss deepened again and her tongue slid rhythmically along yours, fighting for dominance. Neither of you winning instead being satisfied with the give and take.

You gently rake your hands along her shoulder blades as she pulls at your hips bringing you closer to her. In her mind you couldn't possibly be close enough.

Soon Jessie was lifting your hips off of the counter as she shuffled your remaining clothes down your legs where they found themselves with the other discarded clothes on the floor.

"Wow, you look so gorgeous" she whispered almost as if she was scared to break this perfect moment.

"Just kiss me"

She done as you asked bringing her lips back to yours her fingers snaking their way up and down your thighs gently, after sometime of her teasing you broke away from the kiss

"Please just touch me already"

Jessie didn't need telling twice, her fingers danced across your thighs again before finding the heat between your legs.

Her middle finger gently rubbing along your slit gathering the wetness that was already evident helping her digits glide through your folds, you sat back on your elbows as she continued touching you, admiring the way her soft curls framed her face and the way her freckles looked like constellations across her rosy cheeks.

"Why are you staring?"

"You're just so perfect Jess, I hope that you are mine in every lifetime"

With that Jessie slipped two fingers inside of you, bringing her lips back to yours swallowing the moan threatening to spill from your lips.

You closed your eyes concentrating on the way her tongue snaked into your mouth and the way her fingers curled hitting all the right places. You suck gently on her tongue as she scissors her fingers stretching you open.

The way Jessie opened you up had you feeling pleasure from the tips of your toes and it ran like electricity throughout your entire body.

You scratched at Jessie's back once again pulling her closer to you as she bit down on your bottom lip pulling back gently realising it with a pop. Your eyes met and all you could see was pure lust and affection staring back at you.

Leaning forward she began to kiss your collar bone gently before trailing up your neck rotating between gently nipping at your skin with her teeth and sucking on your skin before soothing over gently with her tongue that you so desperately wished was elsewhere.

You threw your head back Jessie becoming bolder with her movements stroking inside you faster and clamping down harder on your neck as you let out a groan.

"More please Jess, I need more" you pant

"More what, use your words baby"

"My clit, please touch my clit"

Her hand which was previously stoking your lower back joined her other hand, teasing her way down her fingers gently stroked at your clit hitting the spot you oh so desperately needed her. Your whimpers spurring her on she picked up speed thrumming into you. Driving you closer to the edge, so impossibly close your legs began to tremble. Your bottom lip tucking between your teeth and your eyebrows furrowed, that all to familiar fuzzy feeling rising from your stomach. When all of a sudden your eyes snapped open searching for Jessie and where the fuck her fingers went.

Shaking your head and reopening your eyes you see your girlfriend stood there with the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen and when she was sure you were watching she slipped her fingers into her mouth making a show of tasting you on herself.

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor eyes wide watching her

"Fuck Jessie"

Pulling her fingers from her mouth she pushed them past your lips into your mouth to muffle the whimpers as her fingers that were previously circling your clit returned with reinvigorated force.

Not breaking eye contact you sucked on Jessie's fingers as she began to slide her fingers along your now soaked pussy. She could cum just from watching you, your mouth bobbing up and down on her fingers being one of the sexiest things she had ever seen except from the times she had you split open on her cock.

Pulling her fingers from you mouth dragging them gently down your chin and neck towards your chest leaving a mix of your spit and arousal in their wake, reaching your chest she gently pushes you back with the palm of her hand until your back is against the cool surface.

Both of her large hands now came to rest on your thighs, taking a moment to drink your body in before spreading your legs nice and wide for her.

Your arousal was obvious the way your thighs glistened, Jessie crouched lower so she was level with your core, still holding your legs open. Gently blowing against your throbbing pussy making your legs instinctively try to close.

Your girlfriends strength was unmatched and your legs were held firmly in place. The veins in her hands even more prominent sending another rush of arousal to where you were already dripping.

Licking her lips she sized you up, slowly leaning in licking a stripe up your opening. Sighing as she finally tasted you from the source.

Your hands tangled into her locks as she gently traced patterns along your thighs her tongue flicking along your clit in a crisscross pattern.

At this point in your relationship she could read you like a book, she knew exactly what pressure you needed, what speed she should lap at you with and exactly what buttons to press.

Her hands came up to your breasts gently cupping and squeezing them rhythmically in time with the way her tongue made its way from your entrance to your bundle of nerves.

It felt so fucking good, then again any touch from Jessie was other worldly. Your hips arched off the counter into her mouth as she idly lapped at you. Pushing yourself against her lips grinding your hips into her chasing every movement she made trying to push yourself off the edge you so quickly reached again.

Your hands tightened in her hair getting so close yet again and just as you were reaching the tippy top that you couldn't wait to fall off, her mouth was gone. Giggling into the inside of your thigh at your frustration, gently bitting down on the flesh there.

"Fuck you, that's so not fair!" You protest

"I'd apologise but I'm honestly not sorry, your so hot when you're desperate, begging for me and that's exactly what will happen tonight"

As you laid there waiting for your breathing to return to normal Jessie grabbed a stool from the breakfast bar placing it next to where you were laying.

Watching you as you regained your composure she pulled you to the edge of the counter again.

"Kneel on the stool and lean across the counter for me baby"

Jessie was usually the dominant one in the relationship even if sometimes you did shake it up and although you'd obey everything she said regardless it was nice to have her be more gently in charge tonight. Taking care of you rather than pushing your limits and making demands of you that you'd willingly comply with.

You did as Jessie told and knelt on the stool, leaning forwards pressing your front to the cold surface gasping at the way your nipples gently brushed against the counter your forehead resting against it. Arms stretched in front of you grasping the edge along the other side of the island.

A soft smack came down on your cheek, then another and one more for luck. Jessie then spread your cheeks from behind you this time, she didn't mess around her tongue making its way into your clenching dripping hole. Your pussy dripping down her chin and running down her tongue, both of your eyes rolling back. Yours with pleasure and hers in utter ecstasy from your heady taste.

Gripping tighter on the counter until your knuckles turned white you relished in the way her tongue curled deeper inside you, twisting and turning in different directions as if she was trying to taste every inch of you all at once.

Her hands kneaded the flesh of your cheeks as she ate you from behind, pulling out to lap at you. No drop of your arousal going to waste. Once satisfied she had cleaned you up her tongue slid back inside you, your hips rocking back to match the thrusts of her tongue letting go of the counter you reached back holding her head in place as you ground back against her your other hand snaking between your legs.

You furiously rubbed at your clit with want, Jessie felt drunk and she wasn't sure if it was from the taste of you or from the way you touched yourself. Panting and whimpering as you brought yourself closer.

She swatted your hand away and took over. Her fingers speedily having their way with your clit.

"Please let me cum Jessie"

"Sorry can't hear you" she mumbled into you

"Jess please I can't hold back much longer"

Your hips began stuttering as Jessie applied more pressure and her tongue stabbed inside of you. Her fingers slipping and sliding where you needed her from the way your legs were shaking and twitching.

With one last curl of Jessie's tongue and a piercing scream ripping from the back of your throat you came all over Jessie's face and tongue as she caught you. Your legs going limp and losing your balance falling from the stool.

She lifted you into her arms bridal style and carried you to the couch laying you down gently. Closing your eyes as you come back to reality.

"Wow y/n/n that was something else"

You cup her face bringing her down gently to kiss you, smiling at the taste of yourself on her lips.

"It was all you baby" you smile up at her in a daze your eyes half closed.

"It was so hot though, I could fuck you all night when my name comes out of your pretty mouth like that"

"Then do it" you proposed

Within seconds she had ran into your bedroom and returned stumbling down the hallway almost tripping as she was now fully naked and the strap was halfway up her legs. Standing before you she secured the strap.

Grabbing your legs and hardly giving you time to catch up she brought you to the end of the couch where she knelt down and without warning slid into your slick heat.

Your hands clawing at her back as she bottomed out inside of you.

"Look how well you're taking my cock" she groaned watching the way your tight pussy greedily took her in, stretching around her.

Slowly dragging her hips back, her tip dragging along your sensitive walls as she almost pulled out the whole way before plunging back in, grinding her hips into you.

Your already sensitive clit bumping against her hips as she drills into you repetitively.

You tug at her hair and she devours your chest leaving even more marks, soothing them all with her tongue. Your breathy whimpers and whispers begging her to do ungodly things to you only fuelling the fire she had in her belly.

Snapping into you she gently pushed down on your lower stomach feeling the way her cock hit deep inside you. Driving her absolutely feral. Grabbing your legs she propped them over her shoulders holding herself up with those strong veiny forearms as she jack hammered into you.

The force causing your hips to jump off the couch repeatedly until her stamina faltered and she pulled you up sitting you on her lap still buried inside you.

Grabbing your hips bruisingly marking them with how rough she was, bouncing you up and down on her cock.

You reached down circling your clit, rubbing with vigour pulling your second orgasm even closer.

"That's it baby play with your clit for me"

"You look so pretty bouncing on my cock"

"Look at how those breasts are bouncing for me" she groans before taking your breast back into her mouth suckling down on your nipples until they harden.

"Cum for me baby, you are such a good girl"

"Just watching you touch yourself is driving me crazy"

She couldn't stop complimenting the way you took her and how good you felt as she brought you to the edge again.

"Cum for me"

Your hips stilled walls spasming around your girlfriends cock.

Your head falling to her shoulder crying out in pleasure bordering overstimulation.

Slowly pulling out of you and laying you down with her on the couch she gentle smoothed her hands over your skin until you had come down.

"You are so ordering take out, there's no way I can cook now. My legs are so weak I don't think I could stand up even if I tried"

"What do you want to eat baby?"

"You?" You say with a smirk "it's my turn to make you feel just as good as you made me feel!"

"Maybe tomorrow baby, for now let's just eat some real food and get some rest?"

"Okay Jess" you smile at her before continuing "You've got to stop whispering such dirty things in my ear whilst you fuck me though because that mixed with your soft pants and heavy breathing make me cum way too fast"

"It's not my fault the way you ride me drives me insane and the way you cum all over my thighs is unmatched"

She pauses "It does unspeakable things to me, I can't help how feral it makes me"

You laugh burying your face in her chest slightly embarrassed.

"Look as wet as I am right now, I need you to get your rest" she said prioritising your own needs.

"Let me run you a warm bath and whilst you relax I'll sanitise the kitchen and order some take out, just tell me what you'd like?" She continues.

"That sounds great and all Jess but first I need to see you cum"

"Baby I've already said we can do that tomorrow, for now you need rest"

"No Jess, I want to watch you touch yourself" you half ask half demand.

"Oh"

You sat up on one end of the couch drawing your knees to your chest "lay back and let me watch, please baby" you say trying not to sound desperate.

After some encouragement Jessie tried to shake off her nerves before laying back against the pillows.

"Let me direct you"

Jessie nods at you wide eyed.

"First use two fingers to play with your clit for me"

"That's it like that"

Jessie's eyes closed her brows furrowed in concentration.

"Harder Jessie"

You saw her mouth twitch as she applied more pressure.

"Now gather some of your wetness and push a finger inside, take it slow"

Doing exactly as you said she let out a breathy whimper as her finger slipped inside, curling slowly pulling in and out.

"Now another"

Jessie bit her lip at the stretch but persevered, a moan of your name falling from her lips as any discomfort transpired into pleasure.

Already sensitive from fucking you it didn't take long for hips to snap up and stutter.

Curling her fingers inside herself harder she threw her head back, grabbing her breast with her free hand. Rocking up her clit bumping along the palm of her hand bringing her impossibly close.

"That's it baby cum for me"

With a shriek of your name she came all over her hand, without missing a beat you crawled over the couch toward her grabbing her wrist and shoving her fingers into your mouth making a show of cleaning up her digits.

Another rush of arousal went straight to her core and her taste was addictive. You couldn't help yourselves, spreading Jessie's legs you knelt down lapping at her folds and over her bundle of nerves.

So quickly after her first orgasm that she hadn't had time to come down before she was already on the edge, a few more rough licks later and she was cumming on your tongue.

You kiss your way up her chest to her lips, you stay there awhile just softly kissing each other hands roaming and exploring each other's soft skin.

Jessie was the first to pull away standing up, grabbing your hand pulling you to the bathroom. She sat you on the toilet seat before she began to draw your bath.

"I'm going to go order, unless you want anything specific I'll surprise you?"

"A surprise sounds good" you say as she helps lower you into the tub.

Kissing you on the forehead as you settle into the warmth. Jessie then returns to your bedroom, getting out some of her your fresh clothes and places them on the bed for you. Making her way to the kitchen to clean up she calls and makes an order of your favourite dish from you favourite restaurant so that it'll be delivered by the time you're out of the bath and both snuggled in blankets on the couch.

Meanwhile as you were soaking in the bath you thought to yourself 'five years and one day down, forever to go'

Part 3

[moonwalkingprincess]

Self Sabotaging p2

Summary: Marshall writes a song telling you why he cheated.

Pairings: Marshall Mathers X reader

Warning: heartbreak, eating a lot of candy, listening to Taylor Swift, etc.

Words: 1146

y/bf pov

I ran up the stairs, anger burning through every part of my body as I rang his doorbell. He opened the door slowly, like he already knew what was coming. I could see it in his eyes—he was hoping it was Y/N.

“It’s just me,” I spat.

Marshall sighed quietly and opened the door all the way. “You’re here to pick up her stuff.”

“Yeah. And I’m not staying a second longer than I have to.”

I walked straight in, started gathering her books, clothes, jewelry—everything that belonged to her. I didn’t want to leave a single piece of her behind in this place.

“I get that you hate me now, but I need to explain…” I heard him say behind me. I threw a t-shirt into the bag, stood up slowly, looked him dead in the eye—and punched him square in the face, cutting his little speech short.

“You cheated on her,” I said coldly. “That’s more than enough. You destroyed her, you absolute piece of shit.”

He nodded, like he’d had this conversation in his head a thousand times. “Can I just explain—?”

I cut him off again and stepped closer. I wanted to hit him again, just like I did when I first found out. But instead, I clenched my jaw and said:

“It won’t change a damn thing. You were messing around with two women right in front of her, acting like she was nothing.”

He stared down at the floor. Shame practically dripping off him.

“How is she?” he asked quietly.

“What do you think?” I said, rolling my eyes.

“She’s listening to Taylor Swift, isn’t she?” he asked, guilt heavy in his voice. He actually knows her better than I thought. I nodded. “I Knew You Were Trouble. That’s the song she picked for you.” 

He looked up at me again, eyes glossy. But I didn’t care. I turned around, grabbed the bag, and headed for the door.

“Be glad it was me who came. Because if it had been her… you wouldn’t have any teeth left.”

I picked up the boxes and started walking toward the hallway when he grabbed my arm. I didn’t think so. My fist connected with his cheek before I even realized what I was doing.

My eyes widened in shock. What the hell did I just do?

Shame swept over me, flooding every inch of my body—so I walked out. 

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You were lying on the couch, listening to a radio that was currently playing Taylor Swift. Your phone had died because of all the music you have been playing and Marshall had been calling you non stop, so you didn’t want to charge it. y/bf had gone to Marshall a week ago to pick up your stuff. She was currently in the kitchen making me a real meal.

You must have gained a lot of weight because you have only eaten nothing but candy and sweets or Pizza. You were just lying in y/bf couch, listening to your music, in peace, letting tears stream down your cheeks. Suddenly, the radio stopped playing the song and said:

“Yo yo you, we got a very new single from Eminem, featuring Taylor Swift.” 

You looked up to the radio. How did he know you would listen to this radio channel?  Well, this radio channel is known to play Taylor Swift and he knows you like her. You leaned back and listened to his lyrics: 

I don’t even know how to start this,

Pen in my hand but the ink feels heartless,

You were the light in the room where I sparked it,

While I was numb, and drunk, and half-hearted.

You held me up when I was six feet under,Carried my chaos, took on my thunder.

I was high, I was low, you stayed through it all,

While I was too busy tryna outrun my fall.

You saw the man behind the monster I became,

Still called me by my name when I drowned in shame.

Y/N, you were heaven in a hell-made place,

But I burned the bridge — yeah, I spit in grace.”

The song was about us. Me. An apology for me. “y/bf” I shouted and she came running out from the kitchen. “What?” she says, and i point to the air, telling her to listen to the radio. 

“You were gold, I was stone,

I Did what I did because my heart couldn’t 

watch you polish the stone anymore.

I did some things I regret, because I needed to let you go.

You gave me love, and I gave you nothing but pain,

Now I’m just hopin’ you dance in the rain.” 

“it’s Marshall…” I say, y/bf shakes her head. “y/n no, don’t fall for it, it’s just  manipulation.” she says. No it isn’t. Marshall is a lot of things, but he’s not a manipulator. Not after all the manipulation his mom did growing up. He’s always honest in his music. His music is like his journal, they come from his heart. This was 100% him. When you listen to the song, he mentions how he’s always been bad in relationships, how he was a bad husband to Kim, a bad son to his mom,and now, a bad boyfriend to you. He also mentions how he doesn’t deserve you… he was self sabotaging it all? 

You ignored y/bf advice, and got up from the couch, took off your pyjamas and put on some real clothes. You headed to his house, but it was empty, his car wasn’t there. The studio. You got into the car and drove over to the studio. 

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The door creaked open and Marshall looked up from the soundboard, eyes bloodshot but alert. The second he saw you, standing there with your hoodie pulled over her head, hands in a cross,  something in him cracked wide open. His heart jumped so hard it almost hurt. 

“What are you doing here?” he breathed, barely trusting his voice. She didn’t say anything right away. Just stepped inside the studio, the dim light flickering over her face. Then she looked at him, not with anger, not even with sadness, just something tired but soft. 

“I heard the song,” she said simply. That was all it took. They sat down on the worn-out couch, and time stopped. No yelling, no blame. Just hours of raw honesty. They talked through the night - about everything. About what they’d been through and maybe, what could still come next. 

Marshall, eyes glassy but sober, whispered, “I’m done with it. The alcohol. The pills. All of it. I wanna be better. Not for you, not even for me — just because it’s time.” you didn’t say much, but you didn’t leave either. 

A couple of months later, Marshall went to rehab, and soon, the album recovery would soon be released.

[storm-angel989]

Outside the Office Part Fifteen

Hi All! Maybe a trigger warning for Valentino being himself and Hell being Hell?

Enjoy and as always feedback is appreciated!!

When I woke up, my cheek was pressed firmly against the middle of his chest. Every inch of me tingled, and I pressed deeper into him as the fire in my belly restored itself. Under me, he stirred and let out a yawn. 

“Good morning, my princessa. How do you feel?” He asked sleepily as he ran his hand down my back. 

“Energized and refreshed, Ready for round two.” I said eagerly. I rolled over and pushed myself on top of him. I sank my hips against him. Under the sheet that separated us, I felt his cock harden. He sat up, any sleepness he had left vanished as he sprung to life. He interlaced his fingers with mine and before I could blink, I was pinned under him, blankets kicked aside. 

“Ready for round two, hm?” He growled as he kissed down my neck. 

Enthralled by the feeling of him against me, I almost missed  the surge of power that pulsed through the room. I missed covering myself with a blanket by seconds. Lucifer stood at the base of our bed, his arms crossed. The warm feeling of shame and embarrassment spread through me. He didn’t look surprised at our position, but he certainly didn’t look thrilled either. Valentino yanked the blanket over the two of us and I opened my mouth to tell Lucifer exactly where to go. 

Lucifer cut me off before I could say a word. “Whatever kinky shit you two are doing needs to wait, I need to see all four of you in the living room, now!” He snarled. “And by that I mean, get dressed in the next thirty seconds or someone will die. Literally.” 

With that he vanished. Valentino and I exchanged looks and quickly got ourselves dressed. 

“You know, someday, I’m going to be powerful enough to just drop into his fucking bedroom,” I grumbled. 

Valentino laughed and took my hand in his. Together we walked out to the living room where a sleepy looking Vox and Velvette also sat on the couch. Lucifer paced back and forth in the front of the room. He looked up when we entered. 

“Took you long enough. You’re going to want to sit for this. Vox, could you put it up on the screen for us?” Lucifer asked. 

Vox yawned and with a zap of electricity the screen lit up. Video footage of carnage and chaos, demons screaming as winged angel’s in masks descended upon the city, slashing everything that crossed their paths. Across the streets, bodies lay in heaps, crimson washing the streets. 

“This is footage from last night. As you can see, my negotiation with the angels didn’t exactly go as planned. They came down last night, at midnight, in droves and slaughtered everything in their sight for approximately four hours before ascending back to heaven. At my last count, eight hundred and sixty three demons perished.”

A horrified silence washed over us as we watched the scenes taken from the camera systems set up throughout hell. Men, women, children- anyone on the street was free for the pickings, slaughtered without thought purely for angelic delight.

“Pause. Right there.” Lucifer snapped.

Another zap of electricity froze a face on the screen. I sat up straighter and stood up, red energy collecting at my fingertips. I knew that face. 

“Fucking Adam,” I snarled. “That son of a bitch!” Around me, energy pulsed. Lucifer stepped closer to me and took both my hands in his. 

“Stop. Control yourself, or all you’ll do is destroy this lovely building. A building that kept you safe last night. Take a breath and sit down,” he pushed me back next to as he let go of my hands. He shot Valentino a look. “You. Keep her calm before she inadvertently causes me a host of inconveniences.” 

“Settle, mi amore. I’m upset too, but nothing you do at this moment will fix this,” he said gently. “Logic, and emotion combined equal control. Remember?” 

I took a deep breath and slowly, the energy at my fingertips began to fizz out. 

Lucifer nodded in approval. “Good. Now, onto the next point. If we want to stop this, we need to figure something out fast, and Reader, you’re our best shot. Tell me everything you know about this Adam character. From what I could tell, he was their leader last night.” 

Oh where to begin? Adam, or as he called himself, “the original dick” was our Creator's first attempt at making a male specimen. When Eve took a bite of the apple of knowledge, offered to her by Lucifer, it caused them both to fall. Adamn, by default, ascended into heaven, free of sin because he never learned what sin was. He was the only being in that loophole. In addition, he was the leader of the group in heaven that rallied hard for the new order, and although I wasn’t sure, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had been the one who put the final knife into my father. He was a rotten, sexist, egotistical asshole who hit on me more than once and when I turned him down hard he told everyone in heaven that I put out for him. The wildfire that rumor caused was nothing short of a nightmare, and it took more than one invasive test to prove he was a lying rat. Of course, even when I was proven innocent, people still whispered. 

I wondered what they would think of me sleeping with Valentino?

I relayed this information as concisely and accurately as I could, sparing no detail. When I shared his personal attack towards me, Valentino sat up straighter, and his hand took mine. Silence again fell over our group. 

“Heaven is fucked up,” Valentino said finally.  “That might be true, but they have power we don’t. At least, at the moment. That could change, and that’s where you come in. Reader…” Lucifer said. He looked me in the eye. “I need you to

start forming soul contracts. I need you to collect as many souls as you possibly can between now and their next visit. As a fallen angel alone, I don’t have the power to beat them but you being half demon hold the key.” 

“How do you know this?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Honestly? I don’t. It’s my best guess based on eons of knowledge. And it’s our only shot, otherwise I am out of ideas. The angels know they have the upper hand when it comes to power.” 

“Wait, Lucifer. You said they would come again. Do you know when that is? Did you and heaven come to any sort of agreement, or….”

Lucifer looked pained. “Six months. I bought us six months in between exterminations. And on that day, they can come and kill as many demons across as many rings as they desire within the span of four hours. I tried, my reader. But I would not give them the one thing they wanted.”

I felt my anger grow. “What could possibly be more important than saving your own people?”

His expression changed for the briefest of moments. “You.” 

Our eyes met. 

“Send me your contract for review once it’s written.” 

And with that he vanished. 

I looked at the three of them. Despite the panic I felt, they looked relatively calm. 

“Alrightly then I guess we’ll get you started collecting souls tonight,” Vox said nonchalantly. He yawned as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. “I got here first so I’m making breakfast! What do you want?”

“Pancakes. Bacon. Coffee.” Velvette answered. 

“You got it!” Vox called back. 

From the living room, I could hear the sounds of pots and pans banging around. Inside, I felt sick. How could I possibly be hungry after watching the carnage on television? How could they possibly be so calm? 

“Nothing we do or say is going to change the past,” Velvette answered when I expressed my frustration. “And not eating won’t fix anything.” 

I considered her point but couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t right. Either way, sitting here wasn’t going to help either. The need to move overcame me and I stood up, pacing behind the couch. 

Valentino watched me silently, a displeased expression on his face. 

“I have a question.” I asked after a few minutes of his eyes watching me. “How many souls can I collect in a day?”

Valentino stood up and wordlessly moved himself to the table, spinning his chair so that he was looking at me.  “There is technically no limit. But in taking ownership, you bind yourself to that soul and the promises you make. And doing so, especially the first few times, can be physically and emotionally exhausting. So I would limit yourself to one or two. We usually don’t do more than ten a night, right Vox? Vel? Any input?”

Velvette shrugged. “I’d rather go out every night and give myself time in between. That lets me make sure I’m carrying out the terms of the contract as I agreed, and ensure they are as well.” 

“And I’d rather go out a few times a week and come back with a couple of souls each time,” Vox called from the kitchen. “Traveling is a pain in the ass. I just want to get it done all at once.”

“You won’t be alone either, reader. I will guide you, Valenitno said gently, “If of course, you decide to do what Lucifer has asked.”

That was the question. As much as Lucifer had posed it as a requirement, at the end of the day the decision to collect souls was my own choice. Maybe a few months ago I would have scoffed at the idea and taken what I perceived to be the moral high road. But knowing what I know now, and in light of the amount of deaths that would take place if I didn’t, I could swallow the uncomfortableness of owning a soul if it meant a better outcome all around. 

“I will, I don’t see a better option and well…Velvette has shown me that offering a contract is the lesser of the two evils. Speaking of, do you have a contract I could use? Or well, anything I could offer them? Because let’s be honest, even with Lucifer being who he is, I’ve got nothing to provide for them.”

“You do…have things, mi amore. And talent,” Valentino said slowly. “Granted, it's more military based…what if we contracted these souls to be trained as you were- to battle for hell when needed?”

“Doesn’t Lucifer have his own army of demons?” I asked. 

Even from the kitchen, I could hear Vox let out a snort as he answered. “I mean, yeah. Sort of. But he only calls on it to handle things like riots and keep his citizens in line. It isn’t organized, like I assume the angels are.” He walked out of the kitchen and stood behind the couch where

Velvette sat. “What if we created a dual contract? One that required them to spend a day or two each week training with you, and required them to be called on to fight any battles that may arise? We can house any souls you acquire and take care of them- that isn’t an issue. We can also add in something about how during their off days they will be required to work for one of us. The language on this might be tricky, but since Lucifer is looking it over I’m sure it will be ironclad and ensure that you are in no way, shape or form held accountable.” He leaned over and pecked Velvette on the top of the head before he returned to the kitchen. 

“That feels a little tricky,” I said slowly, picking up the pace ever so slightly.  “And more than a little dishonest. Shouldn’t they know what they’re signing up for? The whole consent argument?” 

“I mean, mi amore, is it better to let them choose the fate of the sins? Or offer them a safe landing? At heart, what they do here doesn’t really matter. It’s more important to provide a better outcome for them where you can. And you can always say no,” Valentino replied. “The consent argument- I believe you’re referring to what my job entails- comes into play in a paragraph stating that we will come to a verbal agreement regarding their participation in my business. A verbal agreement that can be altered between the two parties as necessary.” He paused. “That isn’t the exact language of course, but the general idea. This way if I have an employee who requires an…unexpected rest period, we can verbally agree together on that, so no one breaks the contract.” 

I considered it. They had a point, and as  long as I was being upfront and honest with the souls I interacted with, and offered them the better of the two choices, I was still doing the right thing. 

“Come on you guys, enough of this discussion. I’ll write something up and send it to Lucifer later today. Once he approves it, we can go from there- but for now, breakfast is hot. Come eat.” Vox said as he carried two big platters to the table. 

I filled up my plate with pancakes and bacon and settled myself back on the couch. Velvette, ever so quick to change the channel, put on one of our mutually agreed upon shows. Valentino reached over and squeezed my hand gently, a silent reminder that he was there. I gave him a smile and set my fork down, leaning over a pressing a sticky maple syrup kiss on his lips. 

When breakfast finished, Valentino and I made our way back to his room. 

“Do you need to work today?” I asked as I sat on his bed. “If so, that's fine, I’ll go down and help Vox write the contracts.”

“I do, princessa,” he stripped his pajamas off and  walked over to me and bent down, pressing his lips to mine. “But first, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”

Ah fuck. The red hot feeling of desire bubbled up in me as he slowly undid the buttons on my pajamas. 

“God damn it, Valentino,” I groaned as he took his time with each unhook. 

“Oh, mi amore. Are you eager?” he asked teasingly. He bent over and in the span of a kiss, my shirt was undone and my pants tossed aside. 

“Eager is an understatement,” I said as I wrapped my arm around his neck. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

A grin spread across my face as he pushed himself on top of me. “As you wish, my princessa.”

Two hours, one hot shower where I discovered the use for that tiled bench, and a visit to Velvette later, I walked into Valentino’s studio and took my place beside him. 

“Ah, welcome mi amore,” he said softly, reaching over and squeezing my hand before turning his attention back to his work. “Angel! Where the fuck are you?” 

I watched as Angel Dust strutted out of his dressing room and took his place on stage. Valentino looked at me apologetically, and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. By the time he turned his attention back to the stage his expression had hardened, and the cruelness Valentino kept hidden from me showed itself in full form. Roughly, he stood up and strode across the room. He grabbed Angel and pushed him into the chair before leaning down and pressing his lips against Angel’s.

As much as I knew Valentino didn’t want to, the entire thing turned my stomach. and instead, chose to look away and focused my attention instead on the employees that scurried around as quickly as they could. Finally, I heard the click of Valentino’s boots come closer and I gave the scene my attention once more. I watched as he lifted Angel Dust up onto the chair, Angel’s eyes red from a mix of the pleasure and the high. Valentino took his seat, observing carefully as the demons tied Angel upright. 

“And…Action.” 

I watched as yet another violent scene unfolded, wincing with each slap and shout of pleasure that came from Angel. Not soon enough, Valentino called cut and sent the film to editing. 

“Come, princessa. Lunch time.” He stood up and stretched.

Both on and off the stage, demons scurried around moving set pieces. Angel himself stood up and offered me a toothy smile before he disappeared back behind the door to his dressing room. 

“I don’t think I will ever get used to the…cruelty.” I said once Valentino and I were safely in his office. I perched myself up on his desk and picked through the options housekeeping had brought in for lunch. 

“Part of my job is to provide satisfaction for those who require a certain type of emotion or imagery in order to feel pleasure,” Valentino said patiently. “You cannot judge anyone based on their needs. As long as no actual harm is done, and consent is appropriately acquired, there is no harm in allowing fantasy to come to life on the screen.” 

“I guess,” I said slowly, “but it's just so different from what we do.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve officially had sex twice in your life. We haven’t even explored other ways to make things fun, let alone all of the other…options your body has for me. You might find you like some of these kinks.” He reached over and chose a sandwich. He kissed me on the forehead and took his seat behind the desk. “So quit judging and choose something to eat, or I’ll make you.”

“Yes, Daddy..” I responded teasingly. Instantly, the vision of my father popped into my head and an icky feeling flooded through my body. I involuntarily made a face. “Okay, that one isn’t for me.”

“First of all, you’re not engaging in that kink in the correct context. And it’s fine if it isn’t for you, but you still don’t get to judge those who do enjoy that kink,” he replied. “Especially not in my studio. Understood?” 

“Yes Valentino,” I rolled my eyes and reached over, picking up the container of pasta salad. “Do you have a fork?”

He opened his desk drawer and rummaged around a bit before handing one to me. “Here,” he looked at my lunch choice with disapproval. “You can’t just eat carbs. You have to have some sort of protein too.”

“You know what I read online? Cum is an excellent source of protein.” I answered nonchalantly as I unwrapped the plastic utensil covering. 

His face went red and he coughed before he broke into a laugh. “Princessa. Where did you find time to read up on that?”

“I had plenty of time over the past few weeks. I learned a lot,” I leaned forward to kiss him and set my lunch aside. 

His lips met mine and he sat back. “Oh? Like what, mi amore? Do share your studies with me.” He pointed to the open container of pasta salad, “and eat while you do. I’m on a time limit here and therefore so are you.”

I groaned. “Valentino. I am trying to be sexy.”

“You do that effortlessly, my princessa. And as much as I would love to tame that dirty mouth of yours right this very second, you’re just going to have to wait until we get home. Now eat, before I make you.” 

“Oh? And how are you going to make me?”

He was on his feet and before I could react, he had me off the desk and against the wall, his body pressed against mine and one hand ever so lightly touched my throat. 

“V-val?” My voice cracked as I looked into his eyes. The sharpness I had seen earlier shone through.  

“You asked,” he breathed sharply into my ear. “And I’m answering. Now are you going to eat, or do I need to make you?”

Was it fear that flooded through me, or desire? In the moment, I couldn’t tell. It made me sick in the studio to watch him treat his employee’s like this but when it was me?  Part of me was turned on in a way I could have never expected. But another part, a slightly larger part of me felt afraid, genuinely afraid that he would hurt me. I felt myself tremble. 

“I-I’ll eat. I’m s-sorry.” I choked out after a few moments. 

His expression softened, “that’s my girl.” He kissed my cheek and removed his hand from my throat. He watched me carefully for a moment before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. “Mi amore, did I frighten you?”

“Yes and no?” I answered as honestly as I could as I tried to sort through my feelings on what just happened. “Some stupid part of me thought that was sexy.” 

He kissed my forehead. “No part of you is stupid, my love. I proved my point- again. You cannot judge someone on what they like- especially if you don’t have any experience in the matter.” He lifted me up and popped me back up on the desk. He handed me my now unwrapped fork and the open container. “Now eat, before I make good on my promise.”

“You would never actually…hurt me though, would you?” I asked hesitantly. That would be the deciding factor- his dominance was sexy, but to be hurt by him was another thing entirely. I took a bite of my lunch and waited for him to answer. 

He shook his head vehemently.  “No. Mi amore, no. I would not. There are other ways to…convince you to follow my directions without inflicting punitive pain.” He took a bite and chewed thoroughly and then swallowed. “Though if that did turn you on- even a little- we should decide on a safeword now. So if we do get a little rough in the moment, we both have a clear cut way to stop if things get to be too much.” 

I gave him a quizzical look. “What is a safe word?”

He grinned. “Ah. Something my little researcher hasn’t discovered on her own? The idea is simple- if you say a key word while we are in the bedroom, I stop. Instantly and without hesitation. The safeword in my studio is Parakeet. Anytime one of my employees utters that word, everything that happens on set stops instantly and the employee is let out of any restraints they may be in.” He paused and opened a bottle of water. He took a sip before continuing. “That’s also why I keep a doctor on staff at all times. Sometimes, accidents and emergencies happen. In house treatment prevents embarrassment and long term injuries. Which in the long run, saves me money.” 

“But why wouldn’t you just stop when I tell you to stop?” I asked. “Isn’t that basic consent and respect?” 

He shook his head. “Not always. Some people like to feel as though they are being overpowered. And for them, continuing to engage in the act despite begging the other to stop is a pleasure in and of itself. A safeword is something that has nothing to do with the situation and is unlikely to come up in a typical dialogue. It clearly communicates that one revokes consent and the other is to stop immediately. To avoid any confusion, I avoid using our safework in any of my scripts so there is never any mistake. Any ideas for ours, my princessa?” 

“I…no. Honestly, no idea, none.” I took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Not a clue.” 

He grinned. “So talk it out with me. The goal is to bring attention to the fact that something isn’t right- and kill the mood, or the vibe. However you want to describe the heat of the moment. Some people use a stop light system of sorts- yelling yellow for getting close to needing to stop and red for actually revoking consent. Think about something that if you said- or even if I said- would stop you in your tracks. And of course, something that you would be comfortable shouting.” 

I looked at him blankly and hesitated as an idea slowly formed. “How about the word safe? Cause you make me feel safe…” 

He smiled. “Safe. A little generic, but I like it.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently. “If you ever feel uneasy, unsure or want to stop- just say the word “safe” baby girl. And I promise to stop right away. And the same goes for me.” 

“I can’t imagine you ever needing a safe word,” I said, tossing my now empty container in the trashcan next to his desk. 

He laughed, “I have some hard limits. We all do.” He stood up and tossed his own wrapper in the garbage. “Come on, I need to get back to work.”

I jumped off the desk and followed him out. I took my place beside him once again. The clock on the wall ticked three o’clock, and as much as Valentino was invested in his work, I had the distinct feeling that the next few hours would drag by.

[fuegogiiirl]

Bittersweet dreams

Pairing: Javier Peña x Helena Sotomayor

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Javier has to pay the price for his past mistakes - even in the dream that keeps haunting him.

Tags: lots of angst, guilt, regret, sadness, drinking

Author's note: I'm absolutely in my Javi era so I had to write another one... not a happy piece, but I hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless! xx

He wonders if it would feel the same to kiss her. If her lips would feel that soft, if her taste would be as intoxicating as it was years ago. And now she is right here, so close that her sweet scent fills his nostrils and makes him dizzy.

He hasn’t been here before, the place is not familiar. He stands by a window, the curtains drawn to the side, the grey light of early dawn allowing him to make out the silhouettes of the furniture and the woman in front of him.

And yet, he has been here a hundred times and more; this close to her, and even closer. He’s felt her body melt against his before, her arms wrap around his neck, her lips trail kisses along the scars on his skin. Years have passed, yet he remembers it all as if it was yesterday.

She is still breathtaking, after all these years — if not more. Her eyes are closed, her curly dark locks falling on her shoulders, framing her face that holds the peace of the sweetest dreams. He wants to gently trace his fingers across her cheeks, her jaw, her lips. He wants to wrap one of his arms around her waist and pull her close until there is no distance between them. He wants to lean in and softly press his lips against hers. He is yearning to know if it would feel the same to kiss her.

But he doesn’t move. He is afraid that his touch might destroy her peace, and he would hate himself if he stole one more good thing from her. Wait, he hates himself already. He hates himself for how he hid his feelings from her, and even from himself. He hates himself for how he treated her as if she meant nothing more than another woman in his bed. He hates himself for how recklessly he put her in harm’s way, and for every fucking thing that happened to her in Colombia.

Now all he wants to do is to kiss her and take her pain away. He imagines an alternate reality, where he would come home to her every evening. He would wrap her in his arms and kiss her. That would be the moment he would be waiting for all day, his favourite part of the day, coming home to his sweet girl and kissing her. Then she would ask him about his day, he would ask her about hers, they would talk about everything and nothing, just as they used to. He would then make love to her on the couch, on the kitchen counter, in the bedroom, or in the shower… in every corner of their home. And every night, he would pull her into his arms and kiss her goodnight before they fell asleep.

He wishes he had realised sooner that this was what he truly needed in his life. Her.

Now, it feels like it might be too late.

He slowly leans in. His face is inches from hers and he could easily close the distance between them. And God, does he want to! But he knows he doesn’t deserve to… An invisible force locks him in place, holding him back. He hands all the power to her, letting her decide where she wants to take this and what she is willing to give him.

So he waits. He waits with the nerves of someone awaiting their sentence. It feels as if his fate is at stake.

He doesn’t know how long he stands there; it could be seconds, minutes, or hours. It’s still dark, but somehow he can see her face clearly. He wishes he had done things differently. The guilt of the past and the desire of the present burn through him, his chest aching with the weight of it.

Suddenly, the room with all its greyness begins to fade away and the only thing he sees is her as she lifts her head. He takes a moment to admire the way her long, dark lashes lift as she opens her eyes to look at him and he tries to brace himself for what’s about to come.

The very moment her eyes meet his, he is pulled under into an ocean of pain and sorrow. And he can feel himself starting to drown as her cold gaze pierces through him.

----

Javier shoots up in bed, his eyes popping open, chest heaving, breath uneven and wet locks of hair stuck to his forehead.

A few minutes pass until his breaths even out and he lets himself fall back onto the cool sheets, squeezing his eyes shut.

All he can feel is guilt and loneliness eating away at him, a cruelly bitter mix of emotions stabbing through his chest in the most painful way. He misses her, more than he ever imagined it was possible to miss someone. Regret washes over him once again, for everything that happened and everything that didn’t. He reaches toward the lamp on the bedside table, knocking over a glass as he tries to switch it on.

„Shit” he mumbles, squinting his eyes at the harsh intrusion of the yellow light, and he reaches for the bottle of whiskey he keeps on his bedside table. His head throbs from the amount he had before going to sleep, but he needs more.

Javier fills the glass and raises it to his his lips. The feel of the burning liquor is his only hope to silence the thoughts in his head; his thoughts of the horrors of Colombia, of all the mistakes he made, of all the people he let down, of the life, or lack thereof he has in Laredo. And thoughts of her. Of Helena.

He has dreamt of her again, the same dream that visits him almost every night. And every time, Javier hopes that it will be different, that maybe this time she will open her eyes and look at him with forgiveness, that maybe she will even give him a sweet kiss of hers, even though he doesn’t deserve it.

He doesn’t deserve it — not even in his dreams. This is what he deserves; lying alone in his bed, drunk and consumed by his guilt.

Slowly, he reaches for the bottle and pours himself another glass.

[erismor-iok]

My WIP for 'Who are you?' A CSM X JJK

Content Warning:

Major Spoilers for Chainsaw Man Part 1, so anime-only people, you have been warned.

Author's Note:

A fanfiction crossover between Chainsaw Man and Jujutsu Kaisen! This idea would not leave my head so I thought, hey! why not make a fanfic out of it! I do plan on making a full-length fic and if this does well, I'll post it here on Tumblr! (Also there is like no JJk in this one so sorry!)

Word count: 986

Chapter 1: Welcome to your new home

September 12, 1997

"Open it."

Her word washes over him like a typhoon, drowning him in cold water. He feels as if he is stumbling through honey as it tries to drag him deeper and deeper into its sweet but deadly embrace.

His heart races as blood rushes into his ears. Her following words cut through it effortlessly, drowning everything out until only her words remained.

"You don’t have to think about a thing," she begins. Automatically, his eyes flickered to her face, searching for something. What is that thing? He doesn’t know himself.

"Trust me."

His body moves before his mind can even comprehend her words. ‘That’s good, isn’t it?’ His body inches closer to the door. ‘No thinking; that's why I came here, right? To be her dog?’

One footstep becomes two—only 5 more to go.

'When I open the door,'

4 more.

'When I open the door, Power will be there, smiling.'

3.

'She’ll pull a party popper, and she'll be holding a cake, and... Huh?'

2.

'Why would she have a cake?'

1.

‘-Oh, duh… because tomorrow’s my birthday.’

Power stands there with a white birthday cake in her hands.

"D-denji…"

"BANG"

September 17, 1997

He awakes with a gasp.

The heat bombards him, reminding him of its presence. Buzzing cicadas hum in his ears as he feels his shirt stick to his skin like a second layer. The sweltering humidity isn’t helped by the fact that the small girl is curled in his arms.

His wide eyes slowly drifted to her form, reminding him of the present. A small pang of envy is felt as not a drop of sweat can be found on her porcelain face. Unlike his, where he could already feel new drops racing down his blotchy, tan skin, His thin, straw-like hair was wet.

Maybe the heat is getting to him, or perhaps it’s the dream that led him to think about the last thing Pochita said to him weeks ago.

"...Grant the Control Devil’s dream." He softly mumbles, not realizing it until the words leave his mouth, flying off into the wind for no one but his ears alone.

When Pochita said it, he thought it would be easy. Make sure to raise her on love, not fear; give her room to grow normally; and give her lots of hugs. But now, staring at her, he doubts

 He feels a sliver of it embedding itself in his head. Whispering to him that this was all for nothing, that this would end up being another failure, and that his unluckiness will continue.

And the worst part about it is that he doesn’t refute it.

(His grip tightened as he pulled her closer to his body. Yet, somewhere deep in his body, there was a knee-jerk reaction to shove her off and run far away. Somewhere, her spiraling golden gaze may never find.

He wants to hug; he wants to push. He ends up doing neither.)

After all, there is already precedent for him destroying everything he loves.

September 25, 1997

It’s been a week since—whatever that was. (Of him hating a child—a child who used to be the lady who took everything from him and controlled him like a puppet since day one. Maki-)

"Denj-kuni,"

He hadn't even noticed that his hands were trembling. Exhaling a shaky breath, he turned his head to the girl sitting in front of the TV with her seven huskies. It’s a funny sight—a tiny, dark girl with a poker face lying on top of a mountain of fluff that can bark.

Subconsciously, he can feel his mouth pull into a small smile at the sight.

"Yeah?"

She opens her mouth before closing it and then reopening it. He watches in both confusion and faint amusement as this cycle repeats itself before she flops her head into white fur. Giving up.

"Can we have curry for dinner?" She mumbles into the fur, loud enough for him to hear.

"Eh? I mean…" Lulling his head backward, he mentally went through his checklist of everything he would need to make curry and if he had it in the fridge.

August 10, 1997

"-And now, we add the roux and let it dissolve into the curry."

Aki’s stern voice continues to drone on about how to make his admittedly very good- curry. 

His eyes slowly crawl toward Power as he lets Aki’s words turn into white noise. While he at least tried to pay attention to his lesson, Power gave up 30 minutes ago, claiming that the ‘great’ and ‘powerful’ blood demon "need not engage herself with such human things."

Now, She was sprawled out on the couch, Meowy on her stomach, as they engorged themselves in some animated cartoon about sponges and pineapples that live under the sea.

‘Not engage in human things, my ass.’ He thought to himself, staring at her from his seat on the counter stool.

"Now, cover it and let it simmer for... Are you even listening?"

"...No."

A shit-eating grin forms on his face as he sees Aki’s glare crumble right before his eyes, morphing into a disappointed but not-surprised stare. One that Denji takes great pride in causing.

Aki signs before his eyes light up with an idea.

"Denji-Kun," The smile he wore was almost always accompanied by some trap, an offer he knew Denji wouldn’t refuse. Yet, even with that knowledge, Denji thought the smile looked nice on him, made his eyes look less dull, and made him look younger.

It’s better than the ‘frown,’ at least.

Although Denji hasn’t seen the ‘frown’ in a while now that he thinks about it,

"Do you want to know my-"

September 25, 1997

"- Secret to how to make a good curry?" Denji asks, a twinkle in his eyes and ash in his mouth as he repeats what Aki told him that day. 

[beezonia]

Do you believe that love is about second chances?

A gabenath haunted mansion au drabble!

The two of the walk down the winding hallways of the old Agreste mansion. Portraits hung high, a showcase of their heritage a showcase of pride.

Penny grips Vincent’s arm tight, she swears eyes are following their every move and it’s extremely unnerving.

The woman scans each portrait with a somewhat awkward glance, trying not to stare at them for too long in case this place really is haunted.

The two friends come to the end of the hallway, Vincent mumbles a few swears at the cobwebs around them and the last portrait.

“Seems like someone really hated this wing, looks dismal.”

Her companion hums in response, staring up at the frame in front of them.

“She’s beautiful.”

Penny nods, Vincent isn’t wrong, she’s stunning, eyes a shining sapphire colour and a small but sweet smile on her face.

Hair just below her shoulders, curls lining her pale face.

Wait, why the hell did she remind her of Nathalie?!

“Is it just me or does she look a hell of a lot like Nath?”

On closer inspection, Penny can instantly spot the deep red streak in the woman’s hair, the same deep blue of her eyes and of course that shy smile on her face.

“I think that is Nathalie.”

Vincent sounds extremely shocked, turning to face her with a frown on his face.

“Oh my fucking god, is she, our Nathalie?!”

The pair of them are glued to the portrait for the next few minutes, comparing photos of their Nathalie to the lady in the portrait.

The conclusion wasn’t what they wanted to hear.

It scared them more like.

————

Meanwhile, Nathalie finds herself stumbling upon a small library in one of the rooms.

It’s beautiful, she thinks.

God knows how much time the woman had put into research and more of her own, yearning to find out about every last inch of history.

Nathalie wonders what it would be like to live in the past, maybe end up smack back in the middle of an important event!

Oh how she missed that feeling inside of her. The feelings of longing to discover all those little secrets that history hides.

But she can dream right?

Nathalie is to engrossed in the books that surround her too notice the master of the house sat just behind her.

It’s only till he nears, she notices something wrong.

“Enjoying your stay, Miss Sancoeur?”

Nathalie jumps, a hand reaching towards her chest to steady the raised heartbeat.

“Mr Agreste, you scared me! Please don’t mind me I was looking for my friends.”

The woman tries to head out of the room, not succeeding as he grasps her hand, leading her her to the glass windows in front of them.

“Please don’t worry, I want you to feel as comfortable as possible during your stay.”

She awkwardly smiles at him, thinking of sentences to say, but not to offend.

“Why are you selling the house? I mean, you seem to adore it and a piece of history like this should be preserved not destroyed!”

Gabriel smirks at her enthusiasm, but instantly recoils in on himself as the memories come back.

“These halls have so many wonderful memories in them, but some not so much. Allow me to tell you my Grandfather’s story.”

Again he holds a hand out for her to take, Nathalie hesitates, it feels so wrong but yet so right.

Like she had done this before so many times, the winding hallways and creaking floorboards were just something she was used to.

But Nathalie didn’t know why she felt this way. So why not take his hand, it’s not like something twisted was going on behind the scenes.

Right.

Right?!

Well, too late, Gabriel had slowly started to tell his grandfather’s story, maybe she’d get answers from this.

Yeah, no need to worry.

Everything was just fine.

————

This was something I really just needed to churn out before I lost the idea of a gabenath haunted mansion au!

Hope you like!!

[kaiyaninjago]

Corrupted

(Repost from my Wattpad)

Imagine the Great city of Ninjago in complete ruins with crystals, crystal zombie and Oni like beasts surrounding everything a person once loved. That’s how Ninjago looks, and everyone is trying to fight to survive. It’s also like an apocalyptic world. 

“Where’s Foxling?” Lloyd asked in the coms. He was running across the roofs attempting to get closer to the attack, however his mind continued to wander to Kaiya and if his girlfriend was okay. 

“We haven’t seen her.” Cole replied 

Lloyd sighed, his legs continued to run and jump over roofs. 

“Keep an eye out on her, okay.” Lloyd instructed. 

“Will do bud.” Kai nodded over the coms. 

Lloyd then removed his hand from the com unit and allowed his eyes to dart across the city attempting to locate any more citizens not affected by the Crystal King. A teal coloured person catches the attention of Lloyd causing him to smile slightly in relief. He’s found her. 

“I’ve got eyes on Foxling.” Lloyd spoke in relief raising his hand once more to his com. “I’m going to tell her to meet you all at the base.”

“That would be great, send her our way.” Wu agreed. 

That’s all it took for Lloyd to leap across buildings once more and finally end up at Kaiya’s location. She seemed to be looking at something her mask sealed her face as to not reveal her identity to the enemy and to the civilians. Lloyd approached her. 

“Foxling.” Lloyd called out as he walked towards her. 

Kaiya turned around to face him, she didn’t utter a word. 

“We were all worried about where you were, I need you to head to base. They need help.” Lloyd ordered, standing directly in front of her. His mask covering his face. 

Kaiya didn’t reply but instead was looking at Lloyd with her robotic mask. She seemed dazed. 

“Kaiya?” Lloyd whispered in confusion, he gripped her shoulder tightly with one hand attempting to remove her from her current dazed state. 

Kaiya turned her head away from Lloyd and stared out at the destroyed city, crystals covered every inch of it and crystal like Zombies were marching aimlessly around the streets. She seemed almost mesmerised by the destruction. Lloyd raised his hand to his masked face and removed it, blonde hair fell infront of his face and his eyes held a confused look. 

“Kaiya, we have to go.” Lloyd repeated his grip on her shoulder tightening attempting to bring her back to reality. However her focus still remained on the city. 

Kaiya shrugged Lloyds hand off off her shoulder and turned her body to fully face the city. Her body becoming ever more closer to the edge of the roof. 

“Kaiya, are you even listening to me.” Lloyd snapped at her “right now is not the time for you to ignore me.” 

Kaiya didn’t reply, she didn’t do anything except watch destruction wreak havoc on the city. Lloyd began to become more concerned, her face was still covered by her robotic mask. He leaned forward and grabbed a hold of her hand, intwining their fingers. 

“Love, you have to go. Return to the base, the citizens need your support.” Lloyd urged her. 

This time Kaiya did speak, yet it didn’t sound like anything Kaiya would say. 

“It looks beautiful. Doesn’t it?” Kaiya spoke in a whisper, her voice almost sounded breathless at the scene unfolding in front of her. 

“What?” Lloyd mumbled in confusion, Kaiya moved her hand away from Lloyds grasp slowly providing her full attention on the city. 

“The city covered by the army of the Crystal king. Destruction and chaos around every corner it’s calling me.” Kaiya replied her voice low. 

“what on earth are you talking about.” Lloyd spoke harshly

She raised her hand up to her robotic mask and removed it. 

“Kaiya!” Lloyd uttered in disbelief, she wanted to keep her identity a secret he knew that. Why did she decide to remove her mask? This question began to haunt his mind. 

Her body was away from his meaning he could only see her back and her hair placed in a bun. 

“Have you ever felt that Lloyd?” Kaiya asks. 

“Felt what?” Lloyd inquired. 

“Felt as if you want to join them, be with them. Join sides with evil, take over Ninjago, finally be free of the burden you’ve carried around for your whole life.” Kaiya explained slowly. 

Lloyd’s pupils dilated in shock at what Kaiya has said, she would never say that. She would never say that, would she? Lloyd had no idea what was true and what was false. 

“No, and neither have you.” Lloyd sharply states walking closer to Kaiya. 

She smirks at his statement and turns around to face him fully. Kaiya looked normal at first however upon further inspection one feature of hers stuck out. Her eyes. Her usual light green eyes were a pink colour, he recognised the colour. 

“Overlord.” He hissed at Kaiya. 

The smirk on Kaiya’s face grew into an almost inhuman smile, a Cheshire Cat smile. 

“Look around Lloyd, can’t you just feel the pain and despair of others surrounding us raising by the second. How scared people must be feeling, it’s like I almost can’t get enough of it.” Kaiya grinned mysteriously at him. 

“She isn’t apart of this Overlord.” Lloyd growled at her in warning. 

“Poor, naive little Green Ninja.” Kaiya’s lip turned into a mock pout “what are you going to do?” 

Lloyd raised an eyebrow at Kaiya “do about what?” 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Kaiya shakes her head, her eyes glowing a bright pink colour with an almost hypnotic look in them. 

“Why, you should know what’s a stake.” Kaiya questioned in an aggressive tone. 

“Overlord, this battle is between me and you. Let her go.” Lloyd argued, walking closer to Kaiya. 

“Poor wording choice.” Kaiya smiled, she slowly walked to the edge. 

Lloyd stepped forward. 

“One step closer and she falls.” Kaiya warned, her footing close to the edge that if she walked any further she’d fall. 

Lloyd remained still, not daring to move. 

“It’s time to choose Green Ninja.” Kaiya spoke in a sing song voice. 

“Choose what?” Lloyd asked, keeping his distance from Kaiya. 

“Who to save?” She grinned. 

Lloyds breathing became heavy, his gaze switching from Kaiya and to the edge she was carelessly next to. 

“It’s either, the city.” Kaiya raised a hand showing Ninjago city showered in desperation of the city covered in ruins. “Or your beloved.” Her hand pointed to herself. 

Lloyd felt trapped, he had two choices each as terrible as the last and if he didn’t choose one of them. Then he would still face the consequences of his actions. 

“Lloyd, you there? Have you gotten Foxling?” A voice called out from his coms. Lloyd couldn’t reply his focus was on Kaiya. 

“Tick, tock.” Kaiya taunted her eyes glanced down at the drop. 

Lloyd didn’t utter a word, his body remained stiff. What could he do? 

“She isn’t involved in this, she’s innocent. This is between you and me Overlord!” Lloyd screamed at her. 

Kaiya shrugged “maybe she isn’t, but she is connected.” 

She laughed, an evil, manipulative smile appeared on her face. This didn’t look like the Kaiya he knew, she wasn’t the Kaiya he knew. 

“Many say that love can conquer all, however it can also be someone’s greatest weakness.” Kaiya explained she turned her body around so her back was facing Lloyd. 

“Let’s prove it.” 

She walked ever so slightly forward allowing a single foot to dangle over the edge. Lloyd’s leg moved forward as well in pursuit. 

“Don’t! Please, please don’t.” Lloyd begged desperately. 

“There it is, Your saviour complex is showing.” Kaiya grinned. 

Lloyds knees felt weak as if one wrong move meant he would fall. He would break. 

“You know, out of everyone I’ve tried to control this one was the easiest to bend at my will.” Kaiya monotonously spoke. 

His eyes widened. 

“This girl has so much pent up emotions inside of her, hurt, pain, anger, sadness and so much more negative emotions.” Kaiya smirked “I can feel it eating her up inside, just waiting to burst. And it finally has.” 

“Lloyd come in” A voice screamed in his coms. An older sounding voice. 

“Well, what’s your decision?” Kaiya questions her back still not facing him. 

“I-I..” Lloyd stuttered he didn’t know what to say nor how to reply. 

Kaiya slowly shakes her head a small chuckle came from her mouth. 

“Save her Chosen one.” 

Kaiya lent forward and time felt as if it slowed down. Her body fell from the roof and where Kaiya once stood was now empty. 

“No!” Lloyd reacted first and his body moved without a second thought. He jumped off the roof after Kaiya, falling fast to catch up to her falling figure. 

Eventually he reached her and embraced her into his embrace. The ground becoming ever more closer. Lloyd tightly shut his eyes, awaiting his body to hit the ground. It did hit something but not the ground. 

“Lloyd what happened!” Nya screamed at him. 

Nya and Jay had driven in at the perfect time and reached Lloyd and Kaiya as they fell, catching them in the car. Lloyds breathing became rushed as he checked Kaiya, she was unconscious. Her hair was now flowing freely and disheveled, her mouth was only slightly open with small breathes going in and out of her body signifying that she’s alive. At first glance you’d think she was asleep. 

“Kaiya.” Lloyd hiccuped, small tears trickled down his cheek. 

“Is Kaiya okay?” Jay worriedly asks. 

Lloyd slowly nods “t-the overlord h-he corrupted h-her.” 

Jay and Nya’s eyes went wide as they slowly took into account what had occurred. 

“You go find your father and we’ll take Kaiya back to the base.” Nya instructed. 

Lloyd immediately tried to protest, however Nya stopped him. 

“We’ll keep you updated, now go.” Nya ordered, pushing Lloyd slightly to leave the car. 

He nodded and leaned over to Kaiya to place a peck onto her temple. 

She would be okay. 

         In reality that was a hope that he  was unsure was true. 

[ajqwrites]

COD: Modern Warfare Reboot (Under Siege - Book 1)

Rich felt his head pounded like a war drum as his temples throbbing in ways he couldn't stop it.

Slowly, he blinked himself awake.

His body felt sluggish, weighed down by something heavy—until he realized his wrists were tied, letting in a sharp inhale before exhaling.

His pulse jumped as his eyes darted around, taking in a room he doesn't recognize. Still, seated and tied on the center under the light. This time, only a small table was set beside him.

His stomach dropped.

Lennox and La Reina.

He recognized the couple from the Red Room.

Except now? They weren't dressed in glamorous attire. No expensive suits, no lace masks, no teasing glances.

Soap stood with his arms crossed, his once-charming smirk now grim, unreadable. He was in his casual attire of his dark navy shirt with washed out jeans and heavy and dirty boots.

Gabby? She leaned against the far wall, twirling a switchblade between her fingers, her expression bored. She was in her tank top with a jeans and worn-out sneakers. Her hair was braided and neat.

Gaz stood beside with Soap with his arms crossed, still in his three-piece suit but without a tie and his collars are unadjusted to show his collarbone.

Ghost was an inch closer to Gabby. Zero emotion.

And then, Rich moved his eyes before his breath held when he recognized a man standing still with his hands clasped together on the front, as if he was ready to speak with a stern gaze.

"Johnathan fucking Price," Rich said distastefully. "I should've known." He adjusted himself in the chair, forcing a fake sense of calm as he lifted his chin. The way he said it—like an old friend, like he knew him—made Soap's brow furrow and Gaz did the same. Gabby tilted her head, intrigued.

"Start talking," John started.

Rich arched an eyebrow. "Talk about what?"

"We both know Zakharov must've mentioned me," John said calmly, too calm. "Now, tell us what you know."

Rich chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "And if I don't?"

Click.

He flinched as sound cut through the tense air. His eyes dropped, and his blood ran cold as he saw John casually set down a M1911, the classic A .45 ACP Rich recognized, was set on the table beside him.

John placed a hand on the table, right beside the gun, fingers tapping lightly against the weapon.

"Then I get bored," John said simply. "And that's bad for you."

Rich clenched his jaw. His mind scrambled for a way out—any way out—but John was already three steps ahead.

The Captain leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing.

"You think you're a hard man, don't you?" He said, dangerously husky. "Rich businessman. Fancy suits. Lotta good shit on your disposal. But I know you."

Rich stiffened.

"My handler was kind enough to dig through your dirty secrets. And you know what I found?" John said, voice dangerously low.

A pause.

A smirk curved on his lips.

"You like 'em young, don't you?"

Soap and Gaz exchanged looks. Gabby lifted an eyebrow while Ghost stared at him hard.

"Human trafficking. Pimp King. You run business to ruin every innocence for money. Sex sells, right? The kind of thing that—if made public—destroys everything you've built legible businesses you've owned, including your image."

Rich stared at him, his nostrils flared as if he wanted to scream or fight back.

"So," he said, tapping the gun again. "You either start talking, or I take everything from you."

The room grew colder.

Rich's fingers twitched against his restraints. His lips pressed into a thin line, and for a moment—it looked like he might actually refuse.

But then—

His breath wavered.

The realization set in.

John wasn't bluffing.

Rich gritted his teeth before exhaling sharply, his posture sinking just a little.

"...What do you want to know?"

"Everything," John said in his cold tone after his smirk faded. "Start from the top."

Rich exhaled. He blinked once, glancing around the room, as if sizing them up before deciding to speak. With an irritated sigh, he leaned back in the chair, his shoulders rolling as much as they could within the restraints.

"You know... you have a knack for pissing off powerful people, Captain Price."

John didn't respond. He didn't even blink.

Rich continued. "You know, one of your soldiers have killed men like Hassan Zyani and Damien Tatriek, you don't remove a problem. You create a bigger one."

"What the fuck do you mean by 'bigger one'?" Soap asked, almost growling as he was in his soldier mode.

Rich hummed and almost smiled.

"Ah... so you folks remember Hassan—the one you put down at Chicago?"

John stared at him, remaining unreadable.

"Hassan was a piece in a very large puzzle. And Damien? Well. Let's say you made my job harder when you killed my business partner."

Gabby spoke up, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Cry me a river."

Rich ignored her.

"You see..." He licked his lips and continued. "Damien and Hassan filled two very important roles. Biochemical and nuclear weapons. And without them?" His lips curled into something almost playful and annoyance. "It leaves a gap. A gap that someone like me had to fill. And I'm getting sick of it."

John narrowed his eyes. "Who's demanding it?"

Rich exhaled through his nose, as if unamused by the question. "Come on, Captain. You're smarter than that."

John hummed. Although his patience was about to become thin by seconds. His fingers tapped the table near his weapon.

Rich sighed.

Then—

"Vladimir Makarov."

Silence.

Soap stiffened.

Gaz locked his jaw.

Ghost hadn't moved when Gabby's switchblade stopped flipping mid-air. Her fingers gripping the handle a little tighter.

John hummed again.

Makarov.

That name alone was enough to shift his mindset into the past.

For a moment, John was no longer in the interrogation room.

His mind transported him back to the Channel tunnel in London, where the Konni Group, orchestrated by Makarov, was planning to strike terrorism in their home. He recalled when Soap took a bullet for him, nearly losing his life.

John had wished he had taken the hit instead. It had penetrated Soap's chest, nearly reaching his lung, and John had almost witnessed him die right before his eyes.

Take this to hell with you, Captain. Never bury your enemies alive.

Makarov's words echoed in his mind as he prepared to fire again. But John leapt at him, grabbing his gun and headbutting him. They fought until Makarov was shot in the shoulder, thanks to Gaz's expert marksmanship. John was ready to finish him off, but more members of the Konni Group appeared, giving Makarov the chance to flee. This left John with no choice but to concentrate on defusing the bomb with Gaz instead of chasing after Makarov.

Meanwhile, Ghost and The Ghosts arrived just in time to neutralize as many Konni Group members as possible, while Gabby rushed to Soap to staunch the bleeding. They knew Makarov was a master of chaos. Manipulate events like a puppeteer holding a knife. And now, his name had resurfaced.

John didn't even realize his teeth had clenched until he felt the sharp pressure radiating through his jaw.

Gabby was the first to break the silence.

"Let me guess," she drawled, thought there was a hint of grudge in her tone. "Makarov's getting impatient."

Rich exhaled sharply, his irritation becoming more apparent. "That's putting it lightly."

Soap finally spoke. "Good. Maybe the bastard will drop dead from stress."

Rich chuckled darkly. "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you? I hate to disappoint, but Makarov isn't the type to simply die off. He's hungry for more. And thanks to you?" His expression twisted into something sharp. "You've been disrupting the chain."

John didn't flinch.

Rich continued, his voice like venom. "The whole operation is in shambles now. Do you understand what kind of mess you've made?" He let out a humorless laugh. "You've pissed off three people. Makarov, Victor, and me."

"Zakharov," he said flatly, ignoring his frustration. "What's his role in this?"

Rich smirked, but it lacked humor.

"Zakharov is—" He paused. "—the kind of man who always deliver results." His fingers twitched slightly against his restraints. "And right now? Makarov's breathing down both of our necks. You think I like being stuck playing middleman? Do you have any idea how many contacts I've lost because of your fucking team?!"

"Aw, need a tissue?" Soap grinned and added.

"You don't understand," he hissed, his nostrils flared. "Damien was brilliant. A genius in this biochem profession and since Russia disowned General Barkov. Damien knew he had to leave Russia before they catch him, if his crime was on the light. He had a mind of his own, and power is his motivation. And now? It's all incomplete.

"Remember Hadir? The man you once turned him over to keep peace over proxy war? Well, I don't have to remind you since you've also killed my business partner, Victor Zakhaev, by throwing him over the edge where the nuclear weapon was about to be released. To release chaos and create more war, starting with Urzikstan and many other region."

"Are you saying that Victor was the one who released Hardir?" Gaz asked, frowning.

"Ah, so you do listen," Rich said. "Yes."

"Your point," John said it straight.

"Since Hadir was turned over to the Russians by you and the CIA. And before his sister have killed General Barkov, you pathetic soldiers destroyed his lab in Georgia," Rich paused and looked at John and the rest before continuing. "Damien had to escape and make himself unknown for about two years, which don't ask me how he escaped, but the bastard is always ahead. It wouldn't surprise me that Hadir would want to warn you and Farah Karim about us until Zakharov had to get one of his men to shut him up."

Gaz stared at Rich.

"Bloody hell, it's all coming together," he said, more to himself than to the rest.

“To keep Makarov's presence unknown, you and that pesky Scot were responsible for bringing him into custody in Verdansk and sending him to the Gulag. This was all thanks to his financier, Mileena. She got him out on time before Covid have become a world-wide issue. 

“His plan was to make Russia a powerhouse again, restore a Soviet Union. To regain a reputation of the militia power. Russia wants to be against NATO, and so do Hershel. He wants a war, starting in the east and the west.”

“Shepherd?” Ghost asked.

“Yes, he was a part of the hush-hush plan too. Only then, he wanted more medals. Be a decorative leader. You all are so naive, thinking you’re playing heroes and making yourself important.”

John tightened his jaw as he listened. This web of deceit ran deeper than he could have imagined. Before he could respond, Soap stepped forward and stopped, eyes blazing. 

"You know what I think is naive? Trusting scum like Makarov and Zakharov. They'll put a knife in yo’ back the second yer no longer useful."

"So why don't you do yourself a favor," Gaz added. "And tell us where he is.”

Rich huffed a sigh, glaring at them before moving his focus on Gabby. "Did I mention that your brother, Hudson Knocks, was killed by Makarov? Damien was ordered to do that to send you a message."

Gabby froze. Her breathing became stilled and Ghost immediately noticed.

"It was a punishment but also message to you, La Reina, to quit screwing his operation."

Her switchblade clattered to the floor as she took a step forward, eyes blazing, posture tense like a coiled snake about to strike.

"Hijo de puta chupapollas! (You cocksucking son of a bitch!)" she snarled, every word cutting through the room like a blade. She lunged without hesitation, blind rage taking hold.

Ghost was faster.

He grabbed her by the waist from behind, pulling her back against his chest before she could get within arm's reach of Rich. Her shoes scraped against the floor, but Ghost didn't let go, locking his arms around her even as she kicked and struggled against him.

"LET ME GO!" Gabby screamed, venom dripping from her voice. "LET GO, SIMON! I'LL SKIN HIM! I SWEAR I'll SKIN HIM ALIVE!"

Ghost gritted his teeth, tightening his grip as he was strong, yet feeling every tremor in her body.

"No," he said firmly. "He's not worth it!"

Gabby thrashed, her nails digging into Ghost's arms as she growled, "THEY KILLED MY BROTHER!"

Soap stared at the scene, eyes widened.

Gaz stiffened too, barely keeping his own breathing steady as the air in the room turned suffocating.

John didn't flinch. His gaze remained locked on Rich, but there was something darker behind his eyes now. Rich, smug, leaned back slightly in the chair as if pleased to watch them fracture.

Ghost barely kept Gabby restrained, her sobs turning guttural. "Makarov used Damian to send a message! To me?! And you want me to just stand here?"

"I know," Ghost said in his low but desperate, trying to keep his own emotions in check.

"Enough."

The word echoed.

Her breathing slowed, but she didn't stop struggling.

"Ghost," John said without looking, "get her out of here."

Ghost nodded without waiting. He gently pulled Gabby toward the door, even as she shouted every obscenity she could think of at Rich, her voice raw.

"You're dead! Do you hear me, tu perra?! (you bitch?!) I'll put you six feet under myself!"

Ghost pushed the door open with his back, dragging her with him as gently as he could manage, disappearing from room.

Soap's chest heaved, still furious. His hand flexed, itching to grab Rich and follow through with what Gabby couldn't.

John turned fully toward Rich now and he moved, stepping forward before leaning in to him as his face was close to his.

"You like to stir the pot, huh?"

"Depends," Rich answered cheekily.

John smirked darkly, voice lowering, "No wonder you're so bitchy about all this."

He blinked, thrown for a fraction of a second.

John saw it.

The little twitch.

The pride Rich usually held so high cracked, just a hairline fracture, but John knew where to press.

"If you're the kind of little bitch that always needing someone to notice you," John continued, circling the chair like a wolf stalking its prey. "You don't run this game—you beg for scraps at the table. I'm not sure how else to say this but it's all coming together."

Soap's brows twitched in surprise, but he kept silent, recognizing the shift. Gaz kept his arms crossed, watching carefully.

Rich clenched his jaw. "Careful, Captain—"

"Oh, I'm bein' careful." John cut him off sharply, stepping around to lean on Rich. "See, you don't scare me. Never did. And now? You've pissed off the wrong people, like Knocks. I could've let her kill you in front of me. But, I want to play with you myself. You think I don't know your type? Hiding behind your paychecks and playthings. Always pretending you're the one pulling the strings."

Then, his voice dropped further.

"But deep down, you're just another bitch waiting for Makarov's approval."

Rich inhaled and exhaled, almost in moan but nervous.

"You were the lapdog, Richard," John whispered with venom.

His knuckles turned white against the ropes as his breathing quickened.

"Hard? Are ya? Hate to say that I ain't ya type," John tapped the gun again near him. "Now, be a good little dog. Speak."

Soap and Gaz glanced at each other, their brows almost risen with a nonverbal cues of, 'damn.'

Rich scoffed, almost annoyed. Yet, the way John was bringing in this room was now forcing him to corporate.

"Makarov doesn't like incomplete work. And if you think I'm frustrated?" He paused, exhaling again and continued. "You should see how pissed off he'll be if he finds out I'm dead."

"Oh, I could kill you after this talk. Right now, I'm a judge and an executioner right here. So give us exactly what we need. You'll be in our custody, if you don't piss me off."

Rich tilted his head, as if weighing his next words carefully. Then—

"Right, yeah," he paused before continuing."Your ex-friend and your former boss, Zakharov talks, and I listen." He leaned forward slightly, his voice lowering into something almost... admiring. "You're not just a soldier, are you?"

John stared at him hard.

Making Gaz and Soap turned their gaze back to John from behind.

Rich let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head. "No... you're more than that. You play well on both sides. A felon and a warrior."

Silence.

Soap shifted, his brows furrowed. "Captain?"

Gaz moved his eyes to John behind. His lips parted as if to speak, but he didn't.

John remained impassive, yet a tension twisted tightly within him.

"Zakharov told me a lot about you and your brothers," Rich continued, his voice dripping with amusement. "Knew what you were before you found your nice, polished uniform. And yet, even now, you act like you're above it all. See, that's the thing about men like you, Price. You bury your past, pretend it doesn't exist—but people like Zakharov? He never forgets."

His fingers twitched.

"Because, unlike you, Captain Price," Rich paused before he smiled wickedly. "He has unfinished business with you."

John still didn't react, but his muscles had coiled tight beneath his skin.

Then—

"What about the drive?" Gaz spoke as he crossed arms.

Rich scoffed. "I'm not telling you anything what's on the drive."

"Sir—"

"Speaking of Zakharov..." Rich interrupted Gaz, his lips curled into a cruel smirk. "He's quite aware you have a daughter."

The room dropped into silence.

Soap froze before his expression hardened. Gaz stood his ground before his brows knitted.

But John—

His heart began to pump more blood within his veins as suddenly, his ears are picking up his heartbeats.

"Cameron, isn't it?" He said, seeing the small shift at John. "Lovely name for your only child."

John clenched his teeth within his lips.

"Zakharov was the one who nearly killed her and her squadron, you know. That missile strike?" Rich leaned back and clicked his tongue, his tone almost casual. "A test run. He wanted to see if it would work."

His hands tightened into fists. John hadn't moved from his spot, but the temperature in the room dropped.

All he could picture was his daughter.

The flash from last year—at the Germany Hospital. The nights he sat awake next to her while doctors weren't sure if she'd survive. The way her hand felt small and cold in his large hand, while he swore to himself he'd never let anything touch her again.

And now this piece of shit was confirming it was intentional.

"You sonvabitch!" Soap surged forward. The scrape of his boots on the floor echoed as he marched forward to Rich until Gaz had to wrestle him back.

"Johnny! No—"

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF OF ME KYLE!" Soap snarled, muscles flexing as he fought to rip free.

"STAND DOWN SERGEANT!" John whipped his head and commanded him like a knife cut through it's skin.

His chest heaved, but slowly, Soap relented under the Captain order. Gaz didn't let go until he felt the tension drop. John didn't look away when Soap paced furiously toward the far corner, muttering curses under his breath.

"Get your fucking head straight," he ordered, firm but harsh. "You lose your shit, you give your enemy exactly what he wants."

Soap clenched his fists and looked at him back. His face, fury red along with his ocean eyes. He said nothing—just stood there, visibly restrained.

Then, John turned to Rich.

"You think that was clever?" John said icily.

Rich grinned. "I struck a nerve again, didn't I?"

John moved fast that no one had time to react. Picking up his sidearm, the barrel pressed against Rich's knee.

And then—

Bang.

The shot rang through the room and Rich screamed. His body seized as the pain hit him like a truck, his head snapping back as his bound wrists jerked.

"YOU MOTHER FUC-"

The others flinched at the sudden crack of the shot, but John watched without a remorse. Listening to his cries filled the space, his chest heaving as Rich trembled against the chair. His face twisted into agony, his breaths coming in ragged gasps.

Gaz held his breath as he couldn't believe what he was witnessing.

John had never lost his cool, back in St. Petersburg in Russia. But, to the interrogation he remembered of choosing not to escort the Butcher's wife and a son, which was five years ago. Gaz sometimes have questioned John's morality and the fine line between right and wrong.

The last time he remembered was when Gaz chose not to engage the interrogation, using the Butcher's wife and the son, as a hostage leverage since this was the line he wouldn't cross. But to John, it was necessary.

Gaz had found the dead bodies after John got the intel before the Russian forces arrived on the scene.

There is a fine line between right and wrong.

Butcher was last existed after he and Gaz had watched him pulled a trigger on an innocent bystander father with a child. It was known as a pay back for what Butcher have done back at Urzikstan in the U.S Embassy raid attack by the Al-Qatala forces after the capture of "The Wolf".

Mercy is weak.

That line haunted Gaz.

And so did John.

Now standing right here today. Gaz watched as John leaned down and gripped Rich's jaw.

"Keep talking," he growled, his fingers digging into Rich's face. "Or I'm gonna take the other leg."

Rich gritted his teeth. "F-Fuck you..."

"I can strip you of everything you built," John continued, his tone deadly. "Your reputation? Gone. Your money? Gone."

His body shuddered in pain.

"And Zakharov?" John continued, his voice dropping lower. "Makarov?" He let go of his face and stood tall. "They'll turn on you before you can beg."

Rich panted. His leg throbbed, his face twisted in agony while glaring up at him.

"It doesn't... matter," he wheezed. "They'll get you. They'll get all of you."

Then, Rich let out a choking laugh.

"Starting with your daughter."

John's breathing became heavy as he stared at him.

"She'll be gone before you even know," Rich rasped, his grin turning wicked. "And Makarov? Oh, he'll make sure one of his men has their fun with her first."

Soap growled, even his anger became known as his primal side of him began to crawl out of his skin slowly.

But to John, his vision darkened. His pulse slowed. His muscles coiled.

Rich laughed, the sound weak but cruel. "And after Cam?" His voice dropped. "Maybe your sweet girl, too. Charlotte, isn't it? That yellow American bitch?"

Then, suddenly, the room felt smaller.

He exhaled hard through his nose before he lifted the gun, pointing at his forehead. Rich barely had time to react before he pulled the trigger, and the shot cracked through the air.

His head snapped back. The chair rocked back from the force as it fell behind. His blood splattered faintly on the ground.

Silence deafened.

His chest rose and fell steadily, but John stared down at the lifeless. Lowering his sidearm, his expression was stone cold. Controlled. Deadly.

"Price, what the fuck did you do?!" Gaz called out harshly as he stepped forward. "He's our custody!"

Soap stared, his mouth almost opened.

"John! Do you hear me?" Gaz frowned, touching John's shoulder, watching as John looked back at him with an inscrutable, icy stare.

"I don't lose what's mine."

Gaz stared at him. Stunned.

And with that, John shrugged his hand off his shoulder and turned toward the door without looking back.

✨Return to Masterlist (RTM)✨

✨Chapter 60✨

👉🏽 Return to Main Post (RTMP) 👈🏽

[morbidlyhumorous]

Beauty From Destruction (Loki Laufeyson)

Loki's POV

I sat there in the jet, my disinterested gaze falling on the panels on the walls. Captain Rogers and his band of imbeciles were talking closer to the cockpit, reviewing their plan for how they were going to capture this person they were after. I wasn't participating in their little chit-chat because I knew my part and didn't have to be reminded of it every five seconds. "Hey, reindeer games, you wanna get ready? We're almost there." I turned to glare at the insufferable tin man before I stood and joined the others at the door."I still don't know why I had to come." I grumbled. "Because this person we're dealing with seems to be having fun with her little magic tricks, and that's your specialty Mr. Magic Man." Stark said without turning back towards me, instead choosing to keep his eyes trained on the ground below flying past us. After a few more minutes, Steve began yelling at us to jump as we were over the jumping point. I simply drifted down to the ground, unlike the puny mortals who simply just fell. I was going to laugh, but it quickly died in my throat when I took in the surroundings.It seemed like a desolate wasteland.

Everything had been flattened and burned, and the few trees that were still somehow standing were extremely thin twigs of charcoal. Everyone seemed to be affected by this atmosphere because they all remained silent, even Stark and his quick remarks, and they took in their surroundings. After a moment, Steve cleared his throat and said "Alright, let's get moving." We began our trek through the woods, passing all manner of burned and destroyed things. I liked guessing what each thing was before it had been reduced to ash. I had to admit, whoever did this seemed pretty powerful and there was some beauty in what they had done. Eventually, we reached the crumbling remains of several stone buildings. The earth was scorched in a circle around the remains and we could sense this was where our person was. "Let's do a sweep of the area. Stay close and be careful." Steve called out. I slowly strode through the remains, eyeing the charcoaled remnants. "You getting a feel for this person?" Stark asked as he joined my side. "They're a force to be reckoned with, I'll admit." As soon as those words left my mouth, the ground opened up beneath me and I fell through, the last thing I saw was Stark's bewildered face.

I tumbled down, hitting the sides and anything else along it, before I hit the ground hard. A melodic laugh filled my ears as I picked myself up. "Really, I never thought I'd see the day when the great god of mischief was in awe of my work." I lifted my head to see where the voice came from and was met by the sight of a woman before me, hovering off the ground. Her eyes sparkled and a wicked grin graced her lips. In an effort to regain my composure, I said "Well it's not every day I see someone who's power could be somewhat close to my own." She laughed again and then began to circle me slowly as she levitated. "So this is who earth's protectors send when they can't handle someone." "I beg your pardon, I am their first choice. I am better than all of them combined!" "Of course you are, Loki." She said as she landed in front of me. I reached to grab her, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye. She reappeared a few feet away, lazily lounging on a dangling tree root. "Now, now, Loki. I'm not that easy. I want to talk to you just a moment more." She practically purred from her perch. I eyed her, feeling myself becoming captivated by her. She was different from most people I had met and had an air about her that drew me in. "Do you know why your little Avenger friends are after me?" I shook my head because I honestly didn't know, they had only mentioned she did magic. "It's because they don't understand the beauty in the things I do and how I haven't really done anything wrong, they just like to be in control of everything." She said, suddenly appearing inches from my face. I stumbled back, startled, and she smiled to herself. "But I'm sure you already knew that." She said as her piercing and inquisitive eyes stared into my very soul.

I shrugged nonchalantly as I knew she was right. Insufferable Stark liked to be in control of everything along with his bumbling band of imbeciles, claiming to protect the world. She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment before she said "I quite like you. I wish we could talk more, but it seems like our time is up." In that instant, a hole broke open in the ceiling with Stark, Steve, and everyone else jumping through, ready to fight. A simple snap of her fingers produced a ring of fire around her feet that began to spread, licking at and destroying everything it touched. Stark tried to put it out, but his attempt seemed to make the fire angrier. Her eyes found mine and she said "One more thing, Loki. As acquaintances, it is only fair you know my name. You may call me Y/n, and I hope to see you soon." With those parting words, she disappeared and the fire raged."We have to get out of here!" Natasha shouted. We all scrambled out of the hole, and once we were at the surface, we felt the ground begin to shake and then break off. We ran as Stark was shouting stuff into his communicator. A minute later, the helicopter came down and we threw ourselves in and took off just before the ground beneath us crumbled away. Later that night, the news called it one of the worst earthquakes ever and said that it might have opened a natural gas deposit because of all the burning. As I watched the footage of the giant crater that extended for miles, I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Y/n and wondered when I would have the pleasure of seeing her again.

[erodasfishtacos]

Crackin’ the Code

prompt: Harry and YN tie the knot in a beautiful castle off the coat of Italy. Harry reflects back on his life before his love. YN has past insecurities creep on on her before the wedding. 

note: this is the necklace that YN receives as (one) her wedding gifts from H and she wears it during the ceremony.

word count: 9k

warnings: smut

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The world expected an extravagant wedding with week-long festivities, celebrations in destinations only the richest could afford, and all the big names of the business world who ran in his circle.

The media outlets were just waiting, quite impatiently, for the day that the richest man in Europe settled down with a significant other. They would have news stories for decades when it came to the couple.

Of course, Harry Styles was going to marry a household name - the public thought. 

Whether it be an heiress, a model, maybe even an actress? The choices for the most eligible bachelor were limitless.

Any time he was at an event, usually a charity gala or black-tie dinner, paparazzi would take candid pictures of him with any female and then the following day publish an article about how they were a couple.

However, what the world didn’t know was that he’s been in a relationship for a year and a half, has already been engaged after the eight month mark, and moved into pretty soon after but that was hushed.

Nearly no one except a few key employees and family members knew about the couple. Everyone in his office building in the heart of London had to sign NDA’s at the beginning of their job - though almost all of them didn’t know she existed.

Harry did not put any limits on YN for the wedding planning. 

No price, no expectations, nothing. If she wanted ten-thousand people or zero people in attendance that was her call. If she wanted to drop ten million dollars on a wedding or a hundred that was fine too.

The CEO never fantasized about a wedding. 

Well he had but no in the terms most do. He didn’t sit and imagine the venue, the food menu, or the decorations. 

No, he didn’t care about any of that, he daydreamed about the fact that he and someone would commit themselves to each other for the rest of their lives.

Harry wanted to marry his fiance after their first date.

He was usually a very patient man, couldn’t have gotten where he was if he wasn’t. When it came to this, each day he wasn’t married to the love of his life felt like torture.

Since he proposed to her in his briefs in their bedroom, he had imagined her looking immaculate in whatever she chose to wear, exchanging vows of devotion, and then being tied together for life.

He never thought he would get here. He’d never felt a connection with someone like he had with the feisty waitress who bumped into him. Begin to believe that he was broken or lacking emotion because no matter how sweet the girl was he couldn’t see himself with the person.

Don’t get him wrong. 

He took many women out on dates that were downright awful. Asking him about money, suggesting he take them on expensive vacations or buy them a designer item, being too forward and palming his crotch in the middle of dinner.

One of the last dates he went on before he gave up was the one that made him stop looking all together, about six months before he ran in YN.

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It was an expensive restaurant in the heart of London. It had a waitlist for months but one call and they could magically make an available booth for the billionaire within the hour. 

The girl he was sitting across from was a so-to-speak blind date. 

A set up by one of his business partners who stated that they would be a good match. Harry had rolled his eyes at that but couldn’t come up with an excuse fast enough to say ‘no.’

Her name was Aria, she had a respectable job at a local law firm as an assistant to a very well-known lawyer in the area. 

She was beautiful in the way of looking just like an instagram model with long dark extensions, false eyelashes that made it hard to determine what color her eyes were, and an outfit that made Harry a bit embarrassed to be seen with her - short and low cut at a five-star restaurant.

“Yeah, I just got back from Mallorca with a group of friends,” She tells him, flipping through the photo album on her phone to show him pictures. 

When she ‘accidentally’ swipes (and slowly swipes) again so that Harry definitely gets a glimpse of a nude selfie.

Harry internally groans, couldn’t be less turned on by that, and doesn’t acknowledge it - much to Aria's disappointment. 

She was fishing for a compliment, maybe a request for him to take the phone and look closer at the picture like most men would.

Instead he sits back, takes a sip of his wine, and nods curtly, “It looks like you had a good time.”

She stumbles for a second, confused by his sudden standoffishness, and clicks her phone locked before putting it next to her on the table, “Did I offend you?”

He was already done with the date, with the dating scene, with fucking everything honestly. 

What a goddamn waste of a night.

Harry barks out a cruel laugh, “It takes a lot more to offend me than a picture of y’tits but it’s a bit offensive that y’think so little of yourself that you think that’s how y’going to impress me. Those tits didn’t impress me much, darling.”

Aria’s eyes narrow in blatant disbelief at how much of an asshole he was being. 

Granted, she did feel a bit of embarrassment creeping up in her stomach about thinking showing him that picture was a good idea but still, he didn’t need to react like that.

“It really makes sense why you don’t have a girlfriend, it’s because of what an asshole you are,” The girl sneers with venom as she tucks her phone into her clutch, swigging down the last drops of the expensive wine.

He shrugs like he’s unbothered, a nasty feeling quilling in the pit of his stomach as he keeps an outward expression of nonchalance and ease, it make the raven-haired woman even more furious as he replies cooly, “I’m not being an asshole, honesty hurts sometimes. Maybe if you think the way you attract someone is by nude pictures, you should try Tinder or Bumble.”

“I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have,” Aria tells him before pushing out her chair and leaving before the main course even arrives. 

Harry sits there for a moment, swallowing and pleading with himself to not let the nasty words set in because they felt too real and too personal - she had actually struck some type of chord within and it had his stomach churning.

When he pays the bill, apologizing profusely for leaving dinner before the entree arrives but with an excuse of a company emergency - it’s eerily quiet in his car as he drives home to his massive home with no one in it.

It doesn’t happen often. 

He should call his mum, Gemma, Dorothy even to talk it out but he feels so fucking alone because he can’t get it right. He can’t connect with anyone and it is starting to feel hopeless.

He is angry, so angry at himself, that he can’t shake the feeling of it and he feels like he’s losing control because he never fucking talks about his emotions.

A beautiful set of dishware was sitting out his dining room table, the housekeeper had carefully unwrapped them earlier in the day. 

They were imported from Beijing, decorated with real gold, and handcrafted. It had cost him nearly forty-thousand dollars for a set of fucking plates and bowls.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

It is repeatedly on a loop in his head, glares at the items on the dinner table like they’re mocking him, and he has no wits about himself before he’s taking one of the beautiful bowls and throwing it against the wall as hard as possible.

I hope you have fun living the rest of your life alone. You may have your money but you’re going to end up alone and it will be all you fucking have.

By the time he’s done, his chest is heaving, and his face is red. 

When reality starts to set back in, every single item from the set is destroyed on the floor, the wall’s paint chipped from where he’d hurled them.

He was so fucked up.

-

Harry couldn’t help but relieve the feelings of that nasty flashback. He couldn’t believe that he had been at that point in his life - not when he had the most all-consuming, amazing in every single way woman laying next to him in his bed.

YN had shown Harry that he had never been broken, he had just been waiting. 

She was his soulmate and he had been waiting for her since forever. He truly believed that as he looked at the girl next to him with enough emotion his heart might burst.

She was just...everything.

YN was so fucking funny - the funniest person Harry had ever met. She was loving in a way that made you feel like you belonged. Compassionate in a way that makes you want to be more selfless yourself. Intelligent enough that it was breathtaking and unreal - and that was just the tip of the iceberg.

She was uncaring of who Harry was - in the most perfect way. 

Money wasn’t a personality trait that she defined him with. She loved him for who he was at the bare basics, stripped away from his public life.

She was confident in a way that girls rarely were. 

Bared face and more beautiful than the highest-paid models. 

Her body was her own, embracing every curve and inch of it without any shame. Let herself be authentic in front of Harry which made him feel like he had won a secret lottery.

Right now, she was fast asleep next to him in bed after stuffing herself full of oreos that she was dunking in milk. She ignored Harry’s looks of disgust at the soggy cookies and munched away happily which made him happy in turn.

She still had a dark crumb on the corner of her puffy lips, her mouth parted just the slightest amount, and her face smushed halfway into the pillow. 

The shirt she had on was so oversized she was swimming in it and a pair of soft pink cheeky underwear.

Currently, she was the farthest thing from graceful and Harry loved that so fucking much. 

As they lay mere days away from their wedding, remembering that nasty flashback, he can’t help but remember their first date and how he had known from them that he had finally found a spark, a connection to another human being.

--

Harry cannot remember the last time he had been nervous. 

Maybe back in his teenage years? If that. 

It was an unsettling feeling that was currently pooling in the pit of his stomach as he changed his outfit for the third time before finally being somewhat satisfied with the suit he had picked out - tighter black jeans, black button-up, black blazer - couldn’t go wrong there. ***

YN had texted him asking what she should wear for their first date when Harry told her he was going to keep it simple and take her to a restaurant.

He had to dress nice, it was an expensive restaurant that he had not taken any other dates to before, it was right outside of London - going towards the countryside with a beautiful view of a meadow and stream.

When he had arrived in front of her apartment, well he had never been on this side of town, and it quite frankly looked like the roof of her building was about to collapse at any minute. It was rough to say the least.

Harry had picked out a car he thought would impress her. He remembered her saying the doors of his Lamborghini were stupid so he picked a car with normal doors this time. It was his new Audi Quattro that had cost him upwards of 170,000 pounds. ***

YN had popped out of the front door, her face didn’t read impressed when she saw the car like he had hoped. It was interesting before YN, he did not care whether or not his dates were impressed by him - now he craved it.

She looked extraordinary in a form fitting silky black dress that hugged every single curve of her body perfectly while accentuating them at the same time. Minimal makeup, loose waves, and simple high heels - it was like a dream that he was taking this girl out on a date. ***

When she slips into the passenger seat, the smell of her floral yet cinnamon perfume makes the car smell heavenly, she looks over at him and says, “You didn’t even come open the door for me. We’re off to a bad start, Harry.”

His heart sinks, fuck - he had been blindsided by her beauty that he wasn’t even being a proper gentleman, “M’so sorry, I wa-”

She chirps out a tender laugh, patting his arm, “You’re face, oh my god. I was just fucking with you.”

Harry’s frown turns into a pout, “S’not nice, pet.”

YN shrugs before a bit self-consciously adjusting the fabric around her midsection, “Erm, I hope this outfit is nice enough? It’s really the only semi-decent thing I own.”

He shakes his head in disbelief, “Y’look absolutely stunning. I can’t even believe y’real to be honest, so fuckin’ pretty.”

YN gives him a shy, unsure smile but he can tell she’s preening at the compliment internally (which she totally is).

The restaurant is one of the nicest in England, let alone London. 

There wasn’t even a menu, they just served eight courses over a few hours time by servers in suits with bowties on. 

YN had never felt more out of place.

As they sat down, Harry was proud that he was able to show off his abilities for a good date, YN was looking around nervously before looking up at the server and saying, “We didn’t get menus yet.”

The man gives her a humorous expression before telling her, “We don’t do menus here, miss. Your date is a regular, I am sure he can fill you in. However, we are starting off with a Cabernet from 2001 imported from Napa, California.”

As he pours the wine into their sparkling glasses, she asks unknowingly, “I don’t really like wine. Is there any way I could get a Coke?”

Harry frowns when the server laughs meanly at her, “Ma’am this isn’t McDonald’s. We do not carry soda. I can provide you with water, if you so wish.”

Harry can’t help but snap at the waiter, “Oi, she’s never been here before. Lay off with the attitude alright?”

“My apologies, Mr. Styles,” He murmurs obediently before finishing the pouring off the whine and retreating from the table.

YN is trying to hide how uncomfortable she is but it is still obvious with how she fidgets in her seat, doesn’t quite know what to do with her hands as she doesn’t even bother to reach towards the wine glass.

“This isn’t really your scene, is it?” Harry murmurs, embarrassment with his failure to impress her with an expensive car and dinner. 

It was falling flat and it was the only thing he knew how to do - flaunt his wealth, everyone else had always been impressed.

“No, it isn’t,” She agrees quietly, fingers folding the edges of the cloth napkin to keep her anxiousness directed somewhere, “I appreciate this, er, dinner. I thought we were going to go somewhere like Mary’s.”

Mary’s was a restaurant that was considered ‘nice’ to the commoners in the city. It was a bit more expensive than a pub and the attire was a bit fancier than if you were going out to a bar. 

For someone like Harry, that was not considered a fancy restaurant. 

However, YN was not him and this was not something that she had ever been accustomed to. He now definitely felt like an idiot.

It’s made even worse when a massive plate is put in front of each of them. 

The plate is huge but the dish is merely one scallop with a lemon sauce and sprinkle of parsley on top. YN can’t even try to hide her confusion at the food.

 “I’ve mucked this date up,” Harry sighs, nearly thirty minutes into the actual date. 

YN had taken a small bite of the scallop before setting down her fork and not touching it again - it tasted like dirty feet. Did rich people like that taste?

She decides not to answer directly, “I already know you have money. It doesn’t ‘wow’ me. I was hoping for a fun date, this is….nice but quite truthfully, not for me. I prefer a pub or bowling - this feels more like a business meeting.”

Harry usually doesn’t have dates that are this honest with him. 

He feels embarrassed but he really did appreciate her honesty. He should have known to do something different than this but he was comfortable with his normal pattern.

“Can we get out of here?” YN asks, placing the napkin back on the table and gathering up her small purse to swing over her shoulder.

He feels defeated as he nods, paying for the meal in full as he accepts that he’s fucked up the date beyond repair by being an arrogant, ignorant asshole who doesn’t truly know how to talk to a girl he likes.

It’s quiet as he starts the car and pulls back onto the road, he startles a bit when YN points to a glowing sign of a golden arch and demands, “Go there.”

With a bit of confusion, Harry pulls into the McDonald’s parking lot and then to the drive-thru as she motions for him to do so. 

God, he hasn’t been to a fast food joint in years now if he was being honest.

When they pull up to the screen, YN leans across and shoots out their food order with ease before sitting back with a smug smile, “We’re going to have a date my way.”

Harry sighs with relief when he realizes the date isn’t over - but really just beginning. They sit and chat in the parking lot. He is thoroughly impressed when YN manages a box of nuggets, a fry, and a milkshake without shame.

Not like she should be shameful - just usually on dates women were hesitant to actually eat and instead picked carefully at their food instead. Their conversation in the car is bright, at some points deep and meaningful, but refreshing. It made him feel young again.

After they finished eating, she’s ordering him to drive a bit further out into the country where he can’t help but make the joke, “Are y’taking me somewhere to kill me?” YN smiles happily with a wide grin, “You’ll just have to wait to see.”

It ends up being a lake. A beautiful body of water that was surrounded by trees that were being reflected into the ripples with the light of the moon. The only sounds were of crickets chirping and the light lapping of the water against the small shore. ***

“I used to come here a lot in the summer in high school,” YN murmurs as Harry takes in the scenery of everything. It had been so long since he had appreciated nature - not the bright clear waters in the tropics but something like this.

“S’beautiful,” Harry replies, can’t help but observe this girl he’s infatuated beauty in the moonlight. 

Her skin looks like it’s glowing, the moon sparkling off the twinkle of her iries, and she just looked...ethereal. Like she belonged in the beauty of the wilderness.

He couldn’t believe his eyes - had to blink harshly a few times to make sure he’s not imagining it when she pulls the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders and shimmy the garment down her body until she’s left in a delicate lace bra and cheeky pair of underwear.

Harry, always the gentleman, keeps his eyes (with effort) on her face. Unsure of what is going on in her mind before she turns around with a little run and dives headfirst into the deep waters before popping back up and giggling, “Jump in!”

She’s just so...carefree, adventurous. Harry hadn’t felt free in fucking years.

It has him shucking out of all of his clothing, just down to his tight black briefs before he’s diving in, right next to her, and feeling around. He wraps his hand around her ankle to teasingly tug her under with him before they both surface.

As they wad in the water, YN swims over to him, and wraps her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. Her soaking wet hair was dripping and he was breathing heavy, feeling his ribcage expand against her soft tummy.

She murmurs quietly over the light lapping over the water, “You haven’t even looked at me once.”

Harry swallows, feeling like a schoolboy again, “I...I didn’t want to without permission.”

“I want you to look at me,” YN replies, letting her nose nudge his and her eyes searching into his nervous ones. 

He nods, closing his eyes when he feels her lips brush his, letting his large palms grip at her sides and pull her closer to his chest. Their lips not breaking when his hands begin to explore the intricate, plush curves of her body.

They don’t do anything else, don’t go any further but he groaning when she traces her fingertips down his muscular, defined abs and thumb rubbing over the trail of light hair leading into his briefs.

After a swim, filled with splashing and dunking, they retired to lay in the grass. Both of their backs, looking up at the clear night sky, moon full and stars glittering against the stark darkness that surrounds it.

YN wriggle until she’s tucked into his side, hand running up and down his chest, as she says, “I’m sorry your date didn’t go as planned. I ruined it.”

“Y’didn’t ruin anything. I...I haven’t felt like this in a long time,” Harry admits as he gives off an embarrassed laugh, “I..I’m a little bit scared, to be honest.”

“Scared? Of what?” YN asks, lips pressing against a tattoo on his bare shoulder.

“Because I already am falling for you,” Harry utters, heart racing and his eyes glued upwards and pointedly not wanting to see her interaction.

“That’s a relief.”

His eyebrows shoot up, “A relief?”

“Yeah, I would say. I’m falling too,” YN whispers before leaning up to connect their lips once more as the moon rises further in the sky and the crickets sing a little louder. They lay like that for a very long time.

Harry went home that night for the first time not feeling the empty weight of his loneliness, instead he feel asleep imagining the beautiful, spontaneous girl next to him in his bed.

--

It wasn’t going to be the wedding everyone expected for The Harry Styles. **

There was not many invites set out for this event. It wasn’t the wedding of the century or the most expensive wedding of the decade.

Harry would have let his wife-to-be have this day however she wanted without complaint but could say he was very happy that it was going to a be a low-key event. It was going to be some of YN’s family, though she didn’t have much, and Harry’s extended family. No one from work or business. Just family.

They had just gotten finished with the rehearsal dinner, the couple being ordered to separate rooms for the final night before they were married. It was tradition. 

Harry had walked YN to her hotel room, they were staying at the venue, and pressed her up against the door. His hand coming to weave into her meticulously curled hair and cupping the back of her head, bring her mouth to his.

He wastes no time in letting his tongue find hers, hips coming to press her further back against the aged wood, and his teeth nipping roughly at her plump bottom lip, “Baby, y’gonna be m’wife tomorrow.”

YN’s eyes twinkle up at him like they did during their first date, “I can’t wait. I can’t wait to spend forever with you.”

His fiance laughs kindly as he gets a bit watery eyed, her thumb coming to swipe under his eye, she jokes, “Are you regretting proposing now?”

“Just never knew I could be this happy,” He murmurs against her lips, can’t help but reach around to grip a generous amount of her backside and pulling her flush against him where he’s hardening quickly.

“Mm, down boy. You don’t get the goods until tomorrow,” YN scolds, hand wrapping around his wrist and squeaking when he squeezes harder to get the point across - how much he wants her, all the fucking time.

“Want it now, pet,” Harry whines lowly, grinding his hips forward into her, “Give it t’me, y’mouth, y’cun-”

“Alright lovebirds! Separate now!” Gemma barks to interrupt with the laughter of their childhood friend Chloe.

They pull Harry by the back of the shirt and push him forward towards his room, Gemma smiles back at YN, “Make him put a ring on it before you give it to him!”

“Gem!” Harry scolds with a whine, giving his fiance puppy dog eyes and a pouted bottom lip, “Baby, don’t let them take me!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you!” YN shouts back, waving and smiling to herself as she opens up the door to her room and then locking it after she steps in. It feels weird being in a hotel room without him but she was a bit sweaty and her nerves were wiry so she decided a nice bath would be a good idea.

-

It’s past two in the morning and she was no less ready to find sleep. The worries of whether everything will be set up properly, if she’ll stutter during her vows, there were just so many things that could go wrong.

Life didn’t even seem real at this moment. 

She was marrying her husband at an amazing castle on the coast of italy with family to surround them in love. She had the perfect dress, the perfect flowers, the perfect partner. ***

She had never had it easy. Never thought she would deserve something like this. Harry had made her feel worthy of all this, they deserved to have a happy ever after. 

When it hits three in the morning, she can’t stand the quiet of the italian countryside anymore, and is swinging her legs over the bed. She pockets the keycard Harry gave her earlier in the day in her cotton shorts before sneaking out of her room.

After she taps the card to the sensor, the large oak doorknob clicks, she slips in and closes the door as silently as possible. YN steps in to the room, Harry's asleep in his bed on his stomach, face smushed into the pillow.

Harry’s facial expression and body language while he was awake was so severe, serious, intimidating. In sleep, his face was lax and his limbs loose. He looked more boyish when he was dreaming.

YN’s heart aches at how much she loves him, pulling the covers up, and crawling under them until she’s jostling him unintentionally, waking him from his light sleep with a mumble, “Baby, y’okay? Wha’s wrong? Y’alright?”

She giggles at his dazy panic, “I just missed you.”

“Mmm,” Harry agrees, pulling her all the way down and rolling on top of her, “Missed y’more.”

“You’re like a toaster!” YN squeals as he’s encompasses her, laying on her with his weight. His lips finding her pulse point and gently sucking. He was barely awake and he still couldn’t stop himself from her finding comfort in her body.

“I’m warmin’ y’up,” Harry growls against her neck before giving her a lick which has her giggling even more and pushing him off until he falls on his back and she’s swing her legs over his waist, straddling him.

“Y’breakin’ the tradition, m’heart.”

YN shrugs, humming while he palms at her belly, and she (much to his disappointment) ignores where he’s hard and waiting for her.

“I want t’sleep with you,” She pleas sheepishly, leaning all the way over to connect their lips in a quickie peck before she’s moving off of him and into his side.

“Never say no to you, y’know that, dovie,” Harry replies as if it’s obvious (it is).

“We’re getting married tomorrow,” YN whispers into the dark, like it’s a secret just between the two.

Harry nuzzles his nose against her temple, “Never wanted anythin’ more than I want you.”

YN can’t help but sniffle softly, overwhelmed with emotion and love, “You’re so good to me. I don’t deserve you.”

“You saved me. You saved me from myself, from where I was going. You gave me hope, feeling again. Y’are m’heart, it fuckin’ beats for you.”

It may not be tradition but YN wouldn’t of had it any other way, sleeping in a magnificent castle on the ethereal coast of Italy in a classic hotel room, and the excitement of their wedding rumbling in both of their stomachs.

--

“You sneaky bastards!” Bethany screeches, door flinging open with Gemma in tow as they intrude into Harry’s room - finding the couple curled up under the covers with Harry spooning YN with his face tucked into her hair.

“Fuck off,” Harry groans, pulling his fiance closer into his chest as she wriggles awake and whimpers lowly, “Mornin’ lovie.”

“Out out!” Gemma shoos, pulling the covers off of them and the sisters showing no mercy while they yank YN out of the bed and titter about how she needs to start getting ready, no time for cuddles, breaking traditions.

“Bring her back!” He whines childishly, hurling a pillow at his sister’s retreating back as they guide YN back to her own room.

“You’ll see her in a few hours!” Gemma shouts back before slamming the hotel room door and leaving Harry to doze off for just a few more minutes.

-

Hair and makeup went fast. 

It was getting closer and closer to actually walking down the aisle towards her soon-to-be life partner and she’s never felt more nervous.

Rosemary and Bethany were all rushing around - attempting to get ready in the midst of getting the bride ready.

YN didn’t want to look like a doll or have any intense makeup. It was a soft champagne smokey eye with dewy skin and a glowing highlight. A nice lip with a bit of glittering gloss.

Her hair was in big, loose curls that cascaded down her back with the front pulled off of her face. A real white flower holding it back.

Then it was the dress. She was anxious about whether Harry would like it or not. She wasn’t sure what he was expecting her to wear - a massive ball gown, a form-fitting mermaid, or something less over-the-top?

It was a show-stopper that had her memorized when she had first seen it - could automatically imagined herself getting married in Italy with this on her body.

It was also one of the only times she didn’t even care about the price tag - she knew this was it. Yes, it was absurd to spend fifty thousand pounds on a dress but it was the one time she took advantage of Harry’s wealth.

It was flowy, reminding her of the soft waves that lapped at the coast of the italian beaches. It was sophisticated, classy with a sharp starch white that billowed into a dreamlike beauty.

What had made her fall in love was the sheer, detailed sleeves that gave the dress more of a vintage, glamour appearance than the modern tight-fit, overly sexy gowns that most brides wore nowawadays. ***

The train was long and sleek. It would trail beautifully down the aisle before being bustled for the reception. It made her feel confident in a way that an item of clothing next had made her feel before.

“Your tits look amazing,” Bethany compliments before giggling when their grandmum pinches her arm for her crude language.

YN couldn’t find it in her to laugh. She felt like her voice was stuck in her throat and it wasn’t moving. 

It started to feel real.

The fact that Harry had proposed, had planned a wedding with her, that he was agreeing to marrying her today.

It was starting to scare her - no, not cold feet but anxiety that he would realize that he could do better than the lowly waitress.

Now, on a normal day, she wouldn’t be having these irrational thoughts. Today was different and it felt too good to be true.

Rosemary and Bethany sense the tension in the room, rub her shoulders, and respect her wishes when she asked for a moment alone.

YN debates picking up her phone, knowing he was busy with his bigger side of the family in the groom’s suite.

She finds herself picking up her mobile, dialing his number, and waiting with bated breath for his syrupy, warm voice to pour through the speaker.

“Everythin’ okay?” He answers, she can hear Anne and Gemma tittering about in the background, yelling at him to get a move on.

“I’m scared,” YN whispers, she holds back her tears because the last thing she wanted to do was ruin her meticulous makeup.

“Leavin’ me at the altar?” Harry jokes lowly, stepping away from prying ears.

YN giggles at his teasing tone, “Never. I…I feel like this is all too good to be true. Like it’s a dream and I’m going to wake up.”

Harry huffs, “Sweetheart. Y’my soulmate, if y’wake up - I’m right there with you, okay? God, if anyone is dreamin’ it’s me. I get t’marry the most beautiful, intelligent -“

Gemma’s voice interrupts him, “You already seduced her into marrying you! We don’t have time for this sweet talk!”

The line goes dead but YN feels much better now.

—

Rosemary was going to be the one walking her down the aisle to her new husband. It didn’t feel right to have anyone else do it as she was the one who raised her into the strong, independent woman she was today.

YN knew she wanted to have an outside wedding. 

What would be more perfect than a cool evening in Italy? It was what she had dreamed about since she was little without the idea that it would ever happen.

The weather was absolutely perfect. There was a slight warm breeze that would keep the guests from being overheated, the sun was peeking in and out of vibrant white clouds that complimented the blue sky.

She knew exactly where Harry would be standing. 

Underneath a beautiful, dated archway with intricate designs about. 

The old material had lovingly grown luscious ivy that kissed the walls in a swirling, natural design. 

YN would never forget how beautiful that ivy had looked on her wedding day, encompassing the magnificent that was her soon-to-be husband.***

The venue was open, airy but still gave off an intimacy. There weren't many rows of chairs because not many were invited to share in such an ethereal experience where soulmates have found each other and were announcing their commitment to the world.

“Are you ready, my daughter?” Her grandmother had asked quietly as they lined up behind the expansive, old brick wall that hides them from the rest of the ceremony and crowd. She could hear the whispering as people took their seats.

YN nods, her vocal cords refusing to cooperate as she imagines Harry just as nervous on the opposite side with his family. 

When the twinkling, traditional music begins from the small orchestra off to the side - the realization hits her - it is actually happening, right now.

Bethany puts her bouquet in front of her, giving one last meaningful smile at her sister before she takes her cue to turn the corner and begins her walk down the aisle. 

It meant Harry was up there, watching as she was about to appear.

Then the orchestra’s melody became louder, more grand in the signaling for the guests to stand and turned toward the back of the room - awaiting the bride’s entrance to the ceremony. 

Rosemary takes the initiative to hook their arms and guide her past the wall.

YN clutches onto her own flowers as if it’s her lifeline. ***

Every fear, insecurity, moment of self-doubt dissipates when her eyes connect to Harry’s. There is no longer a doubt in her mind that she wasn’t enough. It was a deep, unbreakable stare as Harry’s mouth parts in a gasp of awe.

He was in a suit that was undeniably him. It displayed how fucking regal he was, how it looked like he was handcrafted into the italian design, how it fit him just perfectly.

It wasn’t a normal tuxedo. It was a perfectly tailored, custom (of course) Gucci suit that excentuate his broad shoulders and the nip of his narrow hips *** ***. 

YN can’t even hear the noise of the guests - whispering about how beautiful she looks.

All she can see is her future husband, who swallows harshly as an unexpected sob wracks through his chest at the sight of his bride.

The guests can’t help but look with wide eyes as the man they know - who they’ve barely ever seen smile, let alone cry, cannot control his emotions.

Gemma, who was his ‘best man’ which they deemed ‘best woman’, rubs his back soothingly with a watery smile herself at seeing her brother so estastatic as he looks at the woman of his dreams.

Harry rubs his eyes before meeting hers again.

YN is holding back her own tears as she reaches the end of the aisle.

In tradition as old as time, Harry steps forward and Rosemary passes her hand over to him in a signal that she trusts him to take care of the girl she’s spent meticulous time raising and cultivating into the person she is today.

“I trust you to take care of my girl, she is now yours,” Rosemary tells Harry, her tone is calm and full of emotion as she allows Harry to lean over to kiss her cheek softly.

Harry nods, his usually stable voice shaky as he replies, “I promise, I’ll take care of her until the day I die.”

Rosemary nods before patting his cheek and finding her seat in the audience.

When they are finally standing face-to-face, YN reaches over to thumb off a stray tear that was sliding down his cheek before he turns his head to kiss her thumb then kissing her palm. 

Harry didn’t even acknowledge that there was anyone else watching - it was just him and her.

“Y’look breathtaking, can’t believe y’mine,” Harry murmurs trembling, his chest moving faster than usual and it felt like it was nearly impossible for him to catch his breath as he looked at the woman in front of him.

When it comes to the vows, Bethany hands over her small piece of paper that she had scribbled onto and scratched out multiple times - never quite able to get the wording just right and she says just that.

“I couldn’t find the right words to explain my love for you,” She starts, voice raspy as she looks up to see Harry watching her raptly, eyes intense and only focused on her.

“And maybe there aren’t even words to explain it because nothing felt like enough. It is how I feel a lot of the time with you. I’ll never have enough of you because you’re all-consuming to me. I have never felt happiness like I have with you.”

YN is trying to stifle her tears as she continues, Harry reaches out to rub her arm in reassurance then he lightly brushes over the new necklace he had gifted her, “You’re by far the most complex, closed-off person I have ever met. I feel like you’ve allowed me to crack the code and once I did, I wasn’t disappointed. I’ve cracked my own code, you see.”

“The code to explaining my feelings for you will come with my dedication, love, loyalty to be your wife for the rest of our lives.”

Harry can’t help what he does next despite it not falling in line at the ceremony.

His hands come up to cup her jaw and he sears his lips to hers, kissing her with all the passion and emotion he cannot seem to keep in any longer. It’s too much, has to show her in that moment how much he loves her.

A few of his uncles whistle from the crowd as their wives smack their chests in warning.

YN giggles, returning the kiss before pushing him off. 

The look in his eyes is one she knows extremely well - it sends shivers down her spine and makes her hair stand on end -, the stare down of lust and want.

“Mr. Styles,” The officiant redirects, nodding towards the piece of paper he has in his hand.

“Yeah, sorry,” Harry mumbles, unraveling the wrinkled notecard he had tucked in his inner suit pocket.

“I knew I was in love with you the moment you spilled that drink on me and undressed me in that dodgy employee bathroom,” Harry says with full sincerity, smirking at YN’s blush when he brings up the way they met.

“I tried to talk myself out of it. It was impossible to fall in love in mere minutes of meeting someone but it was the truth. I knew after our first date that I wanted y’to be m’wife. I knew after the second that I wanted y’to be the mother of my babies one day. And by the third date, I was planning on buying you a ring.”

“It sounds insane because it is. I’ve never been an impulsive, spur-of-the-moment, hopeful person before you. You made me throw all that out of the window, you make me feel alive, and when I tell you that you saved me. You saved me, m’love.”

“There is a lot of uncertainty in this world but I can tell you one thing that is absolutely fuckin’ certain -”

“Harry,” YN hisses with an eye-roll at his crude language.

“The one thing that is absolutely certain in this world is that I will always love you, always take care of you, and always do everythin’ in m’power to make you happy.”

The guests in the chairs are quite speechless. 

They’d never heard such passionate, meaningful vows from a couple. 

This was not what they were expecting of Harry who had never once put his heart on his sleeve and right now he’d laid it all out on the table.

--

“YN LN, do you agree to take Harry Edward Styles as your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant asks, voice ringing against the walls of the castle.

YN has to take a big breath before she replies in a strong, firm voice as her eyes bore into Harry’s, “I do.”

“Harry Edward Styles, do you agree to take YN MN LN as your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, until the end of your time on earth?” The officiant repeats.

Harry, in ever typical fashion, in his loud, booming voice replies, “Of course I fuckin’ do.”

The guests in the audience laugh lightly as the officiant states, “I now announce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Styles. You may now kiss your bride.”

It doesn’t take more than a second for Harry to step forward, grip her face and pull her in for a kiss, it doesn’t matter that their family is there to him as he licks into her mouth which is bordering on obscene before YN brings it back to a softer, more appropriate one.

He whispers against his lips, barely audible, “Can’t believe y’my fucking wife, m’fucking heart.”

--

As people are moving towards the reception area, Harry manages to find a secluded area of the outside gardens where there is no one in sight.

“Baby, baby, y’married me,” Harry is nearly chanting, like he’s in disbelief, at the same time he’s cornering his new bride up against the brick wall with his mouth trailing sloppy wet kisses down her shoulder.

“Mmm, it was everything I ever imagined, it was so beautiful. Everything I had imagined for our day,” YN replies blissfully, hands running carefully through his meticulously styled hair.

When he bends down and lifts up the bottom of her dress, she giggles when he ducks his head underneath all the tulle and fabric, finding a very skimpy pair of white lace panties that are supposed to be saved for later.

“Harry,” YN scolds half-heartedly, it would only take one person to find them in this undeniable inappropriate situation but she willingly let him push her further against the brick and take one of her legs over his shoulder.

“Baby, these fuckin’ panties,” He groans, muffled by the barrier of the heavy fabric, and she hisses when pulls them down to the thick of her thighs and his mouths finds her center within moments.

“Fu-fuck,” She hisses, trying to keep her moans down as he wastes no time in pushing in two thick fingers to curve towards her front as his tongue laps quickly and sloppily on her clit until it feels like she’s about to explode.

“S’right, fuckin’ m’cunt. I have it f’the rest of my life, found the best one,” Harry mutters against her wet skin, almost to himself like he can’t even believe the words, before he���s back to speeding up his fingers to match the rhythm of his mouth until she’s quivering for a whole other reason now.

It takes a few minutes for Harry to calm himself down enough to be able to go into the reception, he tells YN that he can’t even look at her right now because if he does he’ll be perpetually hard throughout the whole thing.

--

The reception is more of a dinner than a party. 

Fairy lights strung above the two long tables where decadent, mouth-watering food was served with the orchestra playing light, melodic music in the background. ***

It was perfect. 

Their family drank, laughed, ate, and were merry. 

Everyone was basking in each other’s company, congratulating the new couple, and enjoying all the beauty that was surrounding them at the castle. 

There is not much more to say than that. 

--

The honeymoon suite was located on one of the highest floors of the castle, away from all of the other wedding guests and staff.

YN was sure it was beautiful but from the moment she was carried over the threshold, she didn’t see anything but her new husband - he was blinding in his beauty. His skin was glowing, a slight sheen of sweat from the reception, and the still warm bite in the breeze. ***

“Sweetheart, baby. Please let m’undress you, y’my wife,” Harry pleas softly, his hands are everywhere - her face, her shoulders, hips - continuously wandering as if it’s impossible to find one place to settle.

“Please, c’mon. I need you, H,” She agrees, letting him take down the zipper on the side of her gown.

The expensive garment discarded on the floor in a pool of fabric as he fully takes in her lingerie set. ***

“Fuck me, darlin’,” Harry chuckles in amazement, fingertips tracing over the delicate lace that was stitched by Alessandro Michele himself for the bride, "Y’body is a god damn dream, look at you. - fuck.”

“Please,” His wife whimpers, voice desperate as his light and careful touches are no longer enough. 

She needs him close, she needs her husband.

“Okay, okay,” He simpers, moving her back until he can have her right where he wants her, on her back in the middle of the massive, blanket-ridden bed - her white lingerie standing out against the dark duvet.

Harry had always imagined this night. 

To have someone laid out underneath him. 

No rush, no urgency but to truly, physically show that person through touch that you love them.

He starts near her collarbone, feathery heated kisses that warm her skin as she welcomes him with heavy weight on top of her so eager he wasn’t even undressed yet.

When his mouth finds her nipples through the sheer fabric, she pushes her chest up in encouragement as he bites at the nubs with sharp but careful teeth that wet the fabric.

“It feels so good, baby,” YN mewls, letting him nip and suck for a moment before pushing him up until he’s rid of every inch of fabric that had been covering his body.

“M’always gonna make y’feel good. I’ll fuck you wherever, wehenver cause you’re m’wife,” Harry grunts, impatiently reaching behind to unclasp the corset until her breasts spill free and jiggle in a way that makes his mouth water.

“Wait, wait,” YN puts a hand to his cheek when he already has his mouth darting out to lap at her hardened nipple.

“Don’t make me wait, m’heart,” Harry grumbles with a furrowed brow, his hand still unable to stop from reaching up to palm at her full breasts, thumbs rolling the nipples as he stares fiercely up at her.

“You know how you got me a present?” YN murmurs, biting back a whimper when a zip of electricity shoots from her nipple down to where she’s already dripping for him, “I got you something too.”

Harry’s face relaxes, it’s like he finds his grounding again, “Baby, didn’t need t’get me anythin’. Y’the best fuckin’ gift I could have gotten. Does look beautiful sittin’ between y’tits though.”

His new wife giggles, “Well I really hope you like mine….it’s non-refundable.”

He looks at her with confusion even more so when she wriggles down her panties and flips on her belly with her arms resting under chin.

Of course, Harry finds it immediately and she can tell by the deep, pleased growl he emits from the back of his throat, “You fuckin’ didn’t.”

“I did.”

It was his name, small and cursive right on her bum cheek. 

After they got engaged, he went out and got her name tattooed on his pec - much to her dismay. 

She had never talked about returning the favor and had kept it the ultimate surprise.

“I think I almost just came from this,” Harry rasps, his fingers tracing the small ink over and over in awe, “Baby, y’put m’name on your bum. It makes y’look like my property, sweetheart.”

“I am yours,” YN giggles, yelping when she feels his teeth graze the sensitive skin before he’s suckling and licking at his name - can’t take his eyes off the beauty of her.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ are,” He agrees whole-heartedly, his hands calming to cup and palm at her cheeks as he fawns over his wedding present, “This is the best present I’d ever fuckin’ received, fuck - never goin’ to get over this.”

He doesn’t want to look away from the tattoo but knows how he wants to fuck his wife for the first time so he flips her onto her back once again, lips finding hers. 

She whispers, hand wrapping around his cock, “Still have to pay you back for earlier.”

“No blowies tonight, pet. We’re goin’ to do it the right way, m’gonna make love to you,” Harry murmurs, his lips finding hers as he bats her hand away to grasp at his thick base. He teases the sensitive head over her clit and entrance a few times before slowly sinking in.

“Ohh, been ready for you all day. You looked like a fucking wet dream standing at the alter, waiting for me,” YN sighs happily, wriggling her hips to adjust a bit before she spreads her legs and lets Harry rest in between them, “Ever since I saw you in the suit, I’ve been waiting.”

“Yeah, baby? I can tell, y’so wet, warm f’me,” Harry praises, his movements are slow and unrushed, their hips meeting gently as he pushes in each time with care, “Can’t believe y’gonna let me have this for the rest of m’life.”

“I love you so so much,” She utters breathlessly as he continues to make her feel so fucking full - emotionally and physically, “Best husband ever, can’t believe it.”

Harry chuckles tenderly, “Baby, I need y’to come soon. I’m so close, never come this quick. The thought of y’being my wife is making it impossible to last then with the tatto-”

YN soothes his hair in understanding, pushing up to meet their lips and allow their tongues to dance as he lifts her thigh against his hip to thrust in with a bit more force. His thumb comes to her clit to spur her along which doesn’t take much with how aroused she’s been all day.

Harry follows right after, much to his embarrassment of his lack of stamina but can you blame him? He has the hottest fucking wife on the planet.

“Round two?” YN smirks as he leans down to pepper kisses all over her cheeks. She knows the night has just begun.

“Mmm,” He agrees instantly, “Now that we made love, m’gonna fuck y’from behind so I can watch my name jiggle on your arse.”

And that’s what he does. It takes nearly no rebound time, flips her on her belly again to gaze and worship his name as he fills out in no time again. His fingers occasionally dip back between her thighs to tease at her entrance before he swipes her own wetness on the tattoo to lick it off.

She’s tired, exhausted from the events of the day but wants to reach that last orgasm before sleep overtakes them. 

On her hands and knees, Harry doesn’t pound into her like he normally would. 

Instead, he eases back in with eyes darting between his wedding present and where they’re connecting, his thumb diligently rubbing hard and steady circle on her nerves.

“C’mon wifey, need y’to not be stubborn,” Harry goads, feeling his release coming again - he pinches her clit with just enough pressure that has her whining before Harry has to hold her up by the waist as she quivers.

It has him finishing right after with a gentle smack to her bumcheek, the skin already tender and sore from all of his attention on the spot as it was.

“I loved your vows,” YN murmurs against his chest. He had wrapped her up in one of the plush blankets and he had pulled on a tight pair of briefs and they were laying on a lounge chair on the blacony under the italian stars.

“I loved yours just as much, y’did crack the code m’love ‘cause now I’m yours forever,” Harry rumbles, his voice raspy with drowsiness.

Little did they know that in a few short years, they would be back under these italian stars with knowledge that they were growing a little product of their love in her belly.

A litte baby named Ivy, just like the beautiful, lucious nature that had decorated the place in magneificent as they spoke vows - dedicating their lives to each other.

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can you do a diaval imagine? The reader is familiar with magic but is human. It could be sfw or nsfw. Whatever you’re comfortable with, have a lovely day! :)

Hello love! Sorry I've been late to your request but here, have some protective Diaval :D have a lovely day ahead too!

Protective

Diaval x Female!Reader

Warning/s: One of the guards being a creep, makes it up for fluff at the end!!

Word count: 1,556

You woke up, rays of sun shining through the window of your room in the castle. After Aurora and Prince Philip were married, you being Aurora’s sister, she wanted you to be with her at all times. Prince Philip was kind enough to let you move in to one of the rooms in the castle.

Your first thought was to go to the balcony, opening up the door to spot a lot of people running through their business on this sunny day. You were thankful enough for the view the balcony gave you, where it out looked the kingdom and it had a very beautiful view when it got dark, something that tends to calm you on sleepless nights.

You closed your eyes shut for a moment, enjoying the peace and the birds that were singing.

Caaw, caaw, caaw

Your brows furrowed, eyes slowly open to spot a rather familiar black raven that now perched upon the railings.

You decided to playfully ignore the Raven for the time being, turning and closing your eyes again and letting the sun hit your face.

Then you felt something nipping on the sleeve of your night gown. Deciding that it was time to greet your friend, you chuckle and looked down at the raven before you.

“Hi there, Diaval, what brings you here?“ You ask, lifting your hand up and petting his head with your finger.

You see his wings shudder after a moment and you continued.

“Is mother around? I’d rather talk to you when you can speak, it’s rather hard to understand you like this.” You laugh.

Truth is, you admired Diaval for quite a while now, both of you grew close when Maleficent first introduced him to you and Aurora. You knew how his shapeshifting works and how he was able to turn into anything that Maleficent wished. You knew originally that he was a raven that was captured, but you were lying if you said you didn’t find his human form alluring.

You were cut off in your daydreaming when your room door opens, revealing Maleficent. You smiled widely, running over to greet her, Diaval following close by.

“Oh, I was wondering where you were.” Maleficent said, and you knew she was referring to Diaval.

“Is he bothering you (Y/N)? You know I could just turn him to a lizard then and there and just send him off flying into the Moors.” Maleficent said to which Diaval whined in an angry way which meant he did not want that.

“Mother, no, don’t worry he’s not causing me trouble.. Though I would appreciate it if you can turn him back to human..” You suggested.

She clicked her tongue and spoke. “I’d turn him back once you’re dressed and downstairs, your sister is looking for you.” Turning on her heel, she walks out of the door, motioning for Diaval to come with her.

Pink rose to your cheeks as you nodded, Diaval turning his head to you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be long.” You reassured and he reluctantly followed Maleficent.

After bathing and dressing properly, you headed down to meet the others.

“(Y/N), about time you woke up!” Aurora, your sister piped up at you.

“Oh shush Aurora!” You laughed.

You sat with them at the dining hall, though your eyes were searching for black ones. Although Aurora seemed to have taken notice of your attraction towards Diaval that she leaned towards you.

“He’s there, look!” She whispered with a giggle as your eyes snapped in the direction she discreetly pointed at.

And there Diaval was, walking towards the dining hall, skin smooth and white as snow, slicked back hair, the noticeable marks on both sides of his temples, his clothes that lightly exposed his chest, markings that threatened to peek out of his shirt accompanied by his black coat.

You felt that you were taking your sweet long time staring at him as your sister had to pinch your hand to bring you back.

“Oh- uh.. I’m sorry, what was that?” You asked shaking your head to get yourself out of the trance.

On the corner of your eye you saw your sister tried to hide her laugh by covering her mouth with the towel.

“You appear to be distracted lately (Y/N) dear, is everything alright?” Maleficent questioned. You quickly shook your head and decided to make up something.

“No mother, I just woke up funny is all.” You lied and hoped she would take it.

She stared at you for a while before nodding. “Alright.”

You definitely missed how Diaval’s eyes looked at you whilst you were busy coming up with a lie.

After everyone ate and done their duties, it was almost noon and you decided to get some fresh air and strolled through the gardens.

The flowers were exquisite, everywhere you laid your eyes on was a feast of colours. You felt proud that some of the flowers that bloomed were your own since you took most of your time tending to the gardens, seeing them bloom made your heart overwhelmingly happy.

But as you walked, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes staring at you, but you shake your head, it was probably just you.

Simply put, you lost track of time and before you know it, it was already sundown. You ought that going back to the castle was a great idea but that idea was taken from your head when a guard stepped up in front of you.

“Oh.. I was just on my way back.. excuse me please.” You excused politely, trying to move out of the guards’ way but he didn’t budge.

A lump in your throat started to form, you still tried to slip through his side but he suddenly gripped your hand, tugging you towards him.

“Let me go,” You spat at the guard “I’m sparing your life, unless you want to be met with the terrible consequences of your actions.”

“Oh? Might as well make this worthwhile.” He said, yanking you close. Before he spoke again, a voice spoke behind him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The guard turned and you had a good look at the owner of the voice. It was Diaval. You thanked the gods for his arrival.

The guard seemed to tense up, but he kept his hand on your wrist firm that it was starting to hurt.

“Or what?”

“Or I could turn into a creature you deeply fear and rip you limb from limb.. slowly..” Diaval said with venom underlying his tone as he inched closer.

The man seemed to come to his senses as he finally let go and stumbled upon his feet to escape.

You stood there frozen and Diaval was quickly on your side, inspecting your hand and your face.

“Did he do anything to you, (Y/N)?” He asked. Diaval was clearly fuming with anger at the man yet he managed to soften his tone when he asked you.

You nodded, holding onto his arm.

“I’ll walk you through your room now, alright?” He asks, searching your eyes for any disagreement, but there was none.

After making it inside your room, you changed into your sleepwear while Diaval waited outside. Once you gave him a signal to come in, you were sat on your bed.

“That bastard’s gonna pay.” You heard Diaval mumble under his breath.

You motioned for him to come over and sit beside you.

“I swear (Y/N), if he decides to lay a finger on you again-“ You cut him off by pressing your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you for saving me back there.”

You didn’t miss how his skin turned lightly red at your action but you continued.

“Although I feel this isn’t an appropriate time to say this but I no longer care.” With a deep breath, you looked at him straight in the eyes and spoke.

“I have been inlove with you for the longest time now, Diaval. I’m surely you’ve taken note someway somehow but here is me saying nothing but the truth. I take it upon me to understand if you don’t happen to feel the same way.”

His eyes widened at your confession as the room stayed silent, all that can be heard was the whispering of the cool night wind, and the occasional birds flying outside.

You fear that you ruined your bond with him as you decided to speak up when he didn’t.

When you opened your mouth, he finally spoke.

“(Y/N), I’ve also laid my eyes on you from the first time we ever met, when we grew close, my attraction only grew into love. It makes me so happy to learn that you feel the same.” He breathed out.

It felt like all your hopes was built back up, you didn’t destroy what you had with him. And most importantly, he loves you back.

You were quick to smile and cup his face, turning him to face you.

You saw how his eyes crinkled when he mirrored your smile and it only made your heart jump.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Diaval.”

This was one of the happiest nights of your life, you both knew you had to tell Aurora and Maleficent sooner or later but that’s a story for another time.

[krispyalpacaduck]

Rescue Me Prologue

Pairing: Morbius x Reader

F/D - Favorite drink

Y/N - Your name

F/S - Favorite scent

F/C - Favorite color

A/N: This is the first part of (hopefully many) to come. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future parts! Happy reading! 

A loud crash scared you half to death, dropping your book and cup of F/D. You jumped up and looked toward your balcony window splintering into thousands of pieces. 

You screamed as something flew into the room through the glass and landed on your floor. Everything felt like it was in slow motion as you brought your arms up to shield your face from the flying glass, grimacing in pain as it sliced your skin. When the glass stopped falling, you look to see a soaking wet black-haired figure laying in the middle of the now destroyed coffee table. A loud thunderclap accentuates the moment as wind and rain followed into the room though the shattered opening. The mystery intruder struggled to get up, starting to drag himself slowly towards you. You backed up, grabbing a letter opener off your end table, holding it out in front of you. Your breathing was ragged, heart hammering in your chest and starting to shake from the fight or flight adrenaline.  

Your eyes didn’t leave the man, backing up until you hit the wall, your breath leaving in a whoosh. Trying to control your fear and shaking, you find your voice.

“I have a weapon and I will use it! Get out or I’ll call the police!” 

The man was regaining his strength, almost to your leg. You suck in a breath, the pain in your arms finally registering. Looking down, you saw the blood drop from your arms onto the carpet, hearing deep growls and watching his body language change as he fought to keep himself under control. Squinting through your wet hair, you got a look at his mouth. Were those… fangs?

“Oh, what the hell…” The words came on a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. 

You knew you should run, but fear kept you in place, your brain focused solely on the man reaching out for your pant leg. A clawed fist reached out and white-knuckle gripped the fabric, face still hidden by his long black hair. You could hear grunting but couldn’t make anything out. 

Your breath caught in your throat as the man’s head came up.

“Help me.”

You only knew of one man who had long black hair…

“Michael?!”

He looked up then, face contorted and bleeding.

“What happened to you? My God, what are you?”

You watch his eyes drift to your arms and see his nose scrunch up and in, fangs extend, and eyes go red, mouth opening wide.

Your eyes go wide as he leaps on you in an instant, pinning you against the wall. His hands slam into the wall on opposite sides of your head as his head lowers into your shoulder, feeling his hot breath on your neck. Tightening your grip on the letter opener, you tremble as you say, “Michael, please… don’t make me kill you.” 

You were shaking violently, trying to make sense of what was happening, all too aware of the blood dripping down your arms. Michael inched closer to your neck until you felt the tip of his fangs touch your skin, feeling the pressure of his chest against the letter opener.

“Michael… please…”

The sound he made then was primal, horrifying. His claws dug into the plaster, leaving deep gashes in the wall. You felt the tips of his fangs start to go into your neck as the letter opener pushed into his chest just enough to puncture the skin. 

He lifted his head suddenly, his eyes turning white with a deep blue in the middle and an unnatural feeling filled the room before looking to the door. 

A knock on the door, followed by, “Miss Y/N? Are you okay? We heard a crash and screaming. Do I need to call the police?!”  Your blood ran cold as you watched his brows furrow, his vampiric scowl deepening. Looking towards the door, you realize you’ve left your throat dangerously open. Managing the courage, you push on the letter opener pointedly and just enough to remind him it was still there. 

It was enough to make him snap out of it. Swallowing several times while not taking your eyes off of Michael, you found your voice.

“Yes, Margaret. I’m okay. I saw a big rat and knocked over my lamp trying to kill it.”

You hoped you sounded convincing. 

“Are you sure, dear? You don’t sound okay? I’m calling management.”

“No, no, Margaret! Don’t -”

It was too late. You heard her talking on the phone. 

“Get out of here!” You whisper harshly. 

You saw his features fighting to go back to normal, his vampiric side always keeping a leg up. 

As he turned away from you, you saw his eyes and a sorrowful look on his face before he ran to the broken window and jumped out. 

The letter opener fell from your hand and clattered to the floor. Your legs collapsed underneath you as you slid down the wall, unable to do anything but shake and try to remember to breathe. Your arms hurt, you were soaking wet and bleeding and still felt like his fangs were in your neck. Bringing one hand up to your throat, you feel two small puncture marks and gasp when you see blood on your fingers.

Everything hits you then and you break down, sobbing uncontrollably.

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Rescue Me - Chapter 1 | Rescue Me - Chapter 2 | Rescue Me - Chapter 3 | Rescue Me - Chapter 4 | Rescue Me - Chapter 5 | Rescue Me - Chapter 6 | Rescue Me - Chapter 7

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Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different outcome. Scott was smart; he knew how to bend the rules when it came to death. He had witnessed people die, he had gone out of his way to save people. But tonight he felt like he was going against his biggest threat; his biggest battle. Which was Alison. In his mind in a perfect world she would’ve never died in his arms. She would’ve protected herself. She’d be alive and for a second he felt relief upon seeing her face. He felt happy to hear her voice until he noticed the eyes. The eyes that were once pure of heart; now threatened to destroy him.  

Allison wasn’t a murderer. She had a big heart; and for a moment when I uttered the words this wasn’t her; I had hoped seeing my face would joint a memory. One that would pull her from the darkness. But what I saw wasn’t fear, it wasn’t a girl who felt lost. It was the anger; the venges she wanted. Allison didn’t utter a who; but she mentioned the word Alpha; and it clicked. For Allison she was still the teen who lost her mother; who lost it all because of Derek. He had been the one that turned me, I may have forgiven his own sins but the brunette was holding the grudge. No doubt from the nogitsune, the darkness that consumed you. It was pegging her down that wrong path; the path of being a killer. 

Swallowing the lump that formed in my throat; i knew I was crazy for going after her. For putting my own safety to the test for her. But if anyone had the strength to save the brunette it was me. I left Malia and Liam at the hospital. I was a man on a mission. I was the man who wanted to be the hero, a protector. I had to save her from herself. I raced as if my life had depended on it. I had ran against the pathment; I felt the heavy breathing that exhaled from my lips as I reached the doors of the school. 

Cheers in the distance from the game going on, the scores of the team on display on the board. A slight hint of proudness; the team that I always fought for. A sense of coming home. But my memory lane thought was put on hold when I heard the fast pace beating of a heart. It was escalated, that was the cue. Inching inside the school; I leaned my back carefully against the lockers. It was dark; but I heard him; Derek; he was showing fear, of death of his own. He was a dad; he had a son he wanted to protect. Hand trailed slowly against the display of lockers as I inched closer. From the edge where my fingertips grazed over the the locker; I peeked my head forward. 

I caught sight of her; brunette locks over her shoulders. The bow set in stone; I knew the arrows were laced with wolfsbane; our own enemy. Allison she wasn’t herself; I had to remind myself as I stepped forward; I had put both hands up in surrender hoping it was going to say I came in peace you know that whole nonsense. 

“ Allison. Don’t. This isn’t you. If you kill him or me you’ll regret it.” I stood in front of Derek as a hero, as a friend who was willing to go the lengths to protect those he loved. I felt the fear in my chest; but I wore a damn good poker face. Hands up as I stood feet planted to the ground. 

“ If you want him dead, you’re gonna have to get through me.” Determination; masked the fear as he faced his one true love; the girl he would’ve sacrificed everything to protect.

[jaehyunnie77]

hey babess i love your writing! can i request a jaehyun x ceo! y/n fic? (fluff + smut) something along the lines of jaehyun being the only one who can turn boss babe y/n soft & submissive?

Pairing: assistant!jaehyun x female!ceo

Genre: smut and tiny fluff

Warnings: mentions of masturbation, sexual tension, office sex, fingering, oral (male recieving), dom jaehyun, sub reader, protected sex

Word Count: 2.2k

a/n: hi love! thank you so much for the request. it makes me so happy to hear you love my writing <3. I had fun writing this one. I'm so sorry this took forever, but I do hope you like it. Also, Lemonade and Sticker Jaehyun did something to me so I got carried away a bit lol. enjoy

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Knock knock.

"Come in!" you yell keeping your eyes on the computer screen. You really don't understand why people use Urgent as the subject line when it wasn't really urgent at all. The door to your office opens and the woody cologne of your assistant hits your nose. It takes everything in you to continue reading the email.

"Miss Y/LN, you have a five o'clock meeting today with design department." Jeong Jaehyun looks at his tablet in his hand to make sure there wasn't anything else he was missing. Last time you missed an important conference call all because he wasn't paying close attention to your schedule.

"Fuck." you say under your breath. You completely forgot about the meeting and honestly, didn't want to go. You stop reading and rub your temples. You look up just in time at your assistant and you both lock eyes. There is no denying there is heavy sexual tension between you both. Everyone in the office, hell, everyone in the entire building can sense the chemistry between you and your assistant.

You won't admit it to anyone, but the way he talks to you in his soft voice, makes your ovaries go in overdrive. The way his hand would slightly touch yours when handing you papers, gave you goosebumps. From your desk you have a perfect view of him, you can't help but look at him and daydream. When you two would talk about something outside of work, you can't help but smile and laugh with him. You wouldn't say you were whip for him, he was just a good eye candy to have around during stressful times.

Okay, you may have thought about him and his fingers a couple of times whenever you masturbated, but no one needed to know that.

However, you would never act on those fantasies because you are the CEO of a multimillion-fashion company. You can't afford to be distracted.

"Cancel and move it to another date and time next week. I have all of these paperwork I need to sort through." you say.

Jaehyun nods his head as his hand starts tapping away on his tablet. "Done. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"No that is all. You may leave for the day."

Jaehyun gives you another nod and walks out of your office. You stare at his back and thirst over his figure. You wish you could run your hands all over his broad shoulders, hug around his waist, and your hands running through his gel back hair.

Jeong Jaehyun has been your assistant for the last four months and surprisingly, he is the only one who stayed the longest. All of your other assistants were either fired or quit because of how demanding you are. You were prepared to find another assistant when Jaehyun quit, but he could handle your sharp tongue and ranging mood swings.

In the end, it works out for you because you get to see his muscles flex and his dimples almost every day of the week. You get to boss him around whenever you like just to see if he would break one day. Strangely enough, he is the only one who makes you feel this way, both horny and soft for him.

If you could, you would fuck him on your desk and have your way with him. You would edge and overstimulate him over and over again, if only your reputation wasn't on the line. Your pussy clench around nothing with just the thought of Jaehyun under you. Before your imagination could run any more wilder, you get back to work.

The following day, you were overwhelmed with the stacks of paper work that sat on your desk. Jaehyun has been helping you sort through most of it the entire day and by the time you look at your clock, it was well past eleven o'clock. You sigh as you glance over at Jaehyun who looks just as tired as you.

"Jaehyun that should be it for today. We can sort through the rest on Monday." you collect the papers in front of you and put them in your file cabinet. "You should go home to your girlfriend or whoever is waiting for you at home." you mentally slap yourself for even saying that aloud.

Jaehyun sees your flustered state and grins as he puts the stack of papers on one side of his desk. "It's fine and for your information, I don't have anyone waiting for me."

You try your hardest to breathe and tighten your cross legs. It was his voice and the way he said it that sent shivers down your spine. His sexy sulky voice that you've heard once and made your pussy clench. Oh how you want to fulfill your fantasies right now.

"Miss Y/LN?"

"Yes Jaehyun?"

You didn't notice Jaehyun getting up from his chair and walking towards you.

"Y/N."

You finally look up surprise to see him leaning against your desk right beside you. He has a cocky smile and even from this angle, he looks like a hot Thor, but hotter.

You gulp as you regain your composure, "What is it Jaehyun?"

Jaehyun leans down, his face comes closer to yours, and you don't dare back away. When his face was inches from yours, you whisper, "This is unprofessional."

He gazes into your eyes, still smirking, "Was it unprofessional all the times we've been eye fucking from across the room?"

You sigh as you gave in and close the gap connecting your lips. It was cold a minute ago, but now it was hot. Hot and sexy. He grabs your neck to keep you in place as you get up from your chair and your hands finding their way to his neck. Both of your hands wander all over each other, until you start to unbutton his white shirt and he unzips your dress.

The height difference is making you weak, but you want to show him you're the boss and dominate him. Jaehyun notices what you're doing and you feel him smile in your heated make out session.

"Still trying to be the boss Y/N?"

"I am the boss Jaehyun." You finally get rid of his shirt and damn, does this man work out. You stop to admire his hardened abs, while Jaehyun finally takes off your dress, admiring you in just your bra and panties. You both take each other in.

To be clear, this has never happened before to you. You were always the one to set the pace, to show your partners for the night you were in charge, but this was different. Jaehyun was different. He was captivating and you wanted him to destroy you now that you've seen what it's like to be kissed and touched by him.

He leaves kisses on your jaw, your neck, to your chest and as he senses the sudden change in attitude, he growls. He captures your lips once more as he picks you up to sit you on your desk. He pushes everything on top of your desk away onto the floor and lays you down. He continues his kiss attack by leaving purple bruises all over your chest, boobs, and stomach. When he finally reaches where you need him the most, he teases you over your panties.

"Jaehyun." you whine.

"Yes baby." Even the nickname is driving you crazy.

"Stop teasing."

"If you say so." Jaehyun pushes your panties to the side and slides a finger between your folds.

"You're dripping wet. All for me?"

Without an answer or a warning, he pushes in a finger, then a second. The stretch makes your back arch as he pumps his digits into you. He curls his fingers and set a rapid pace as your walls pulsate around his fingers making you see the stars. Before you could reach your orgasm, he stops and takes them out.

"Jaehyun!"

"No. Be a good girl and don't come until I tell you to."

"I would do no such -"

He reinserts his fingers pumping into you again and when you clench, he stops again. He loves to see your expression when you were right on the edge and can see the frustration take over.

"J-"

"I said, be a good girl and come when I tell you to. If not, you won't come and we'll do this all night if we have to."

Fuck was he hot.

You whimper as you slowly nod to his command.

"Good girl. Now get on your knees."

You sit back up and get down on your knees anticipating for what's to come. Just as you were about to unzip his pants, he stops you with his hand on your wrist. "Don't. Hand behind your back." Once again, you did as you were told as you watch Jaehyun slowly unzip his pants and bring down his boxers. His long hard cock standing proud almost hitting your face. Precum visible as it leaks from his tip. You unconsciously lick your lips wanting nothing more than to have him in your mouth.

"Suck."

With your hands still behind your back, you inch forward and put him in your mouth. Jaehyun groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You bob and twist your head as you slurp on his dick. Saliva mix with his precum are coming out of the corner of your mouth. You pull off him to catch your breath but Jaehyun wasn't having it. He grabs the back of your head, pushes his cock into your mouth, and fucks your mouth. You feel him hit the back of your throat and gag around him.

Jaehyun hisses when you moan and gag around him, "You're fucking sexy."

When he feels himself almost coming, he pulls you off, helps you up from the ground, and bend you over the desk. "Spread your legs."

You do as you he says and spread your legs best as you can. He grabs a condom from his wallet and rolls it on, pumping himself a few times before finally entering you. You let out a loud moan when his girth stretches you out perfectly. You feel so full.

Jaehyun doesn't wait for you to get use to him as he starts to pound into you. The way his hips thrusts into you has you moving up on your desk. You try to grab onto anything, but Jaehyun kept your hands behind your back still. Your head laid to the side and Jaehyun has the perfect view of your fucked out face.

He leans down next to your ears, "Do you think you could boss me around as a lost boy?" he thrusts harder.

"J-Jaehyun, ahh!"

"Do you think you could make me your bitch boy and tell everyone to reschedule your meetings every day?"

"Fuck!"

"Ah, do you think you could tease me every day when you wear those short dresses and skirts, bend over in front of me, and don't expect me to get hard?"

"Fuck fuck fuck!"

"What would everyone say when the CEO is getting fucked by her assistant?"

"Th-they w-won't b-believe y-you."

He growls in your ear, "Even when I'm balls deep in you, you still want to be the boss."

He pounds into your harder and faster making you see the stars, "Please Jaehyun."

"Who's the boss Y/N?" Jaehyun pulls your hair bringing you up to his chest. The new position as him hitting in deeper as you continue seeing the stars as tears fall out of your eyes.

"Jaehyun! You are! Oh my fucking God! Please don't stop, don't stop."

"You like that? You like getting your hair pulled?"

"Fuck yes! Only for you. Please let me come."

He was getting close too, "Come on my dick baby." You didn't need to be told twice as you let go and cum on his cock and soon enough he also reach his climax.

His hold on your hair loosens up as you fall forward on your desk with him falling on top of you, both of you worn out. He kisses your glistening shoulders as you feel him go soft inside of you. He pulls out throwing the condom away and helps you get dress.

Standing there with clothes back on and hair slightly messy, you suddenly feel shy. Jaehyun caresses your cheek as you shyly look up at him, a warm smile on his face with those beautiful dimples showing.

"Hi." he whispers.

"Hi." you feel yourself get butterflies in your stomach.

"I know this is reverse, but do you want to get dinner tomorrow?"

You study his face for any remorse or seriousness, but all you found is adoring eyes staring back at you.

"I'd love that, but," you pause. Jaehyun's expression falls.

"But?"

"But I'm still your boss and," you wrap your arms around his neck while his found your waist, "you're fired."

You smile up at him, feeling the rumble of his laughter. "That is fine by me as long as I have you by my side." He kisses your lips and you kiss back.

"About time honestly." you joke as you detached yourself to get your purse.

Jaehyun smiles at you, "Well if you weren't so busy bossing me around and playing this cat and mouse game -"

You lightly smack his chest laughing and you both walk out of your office interlocking your hands.

[etheriaaly]

Just The Two Of Us [C! Tommyinnit x GN! Reader]

FLUFF TO ANGST (PLATONIC)  WARNINGS: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, character death, cursing

Reader pronouns: They/them 

A/N: Hi, this is my first DSMP fanfic so uhh I hope u enjoy lmao. There might be grammatical errors so pls do not mind it :D

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[Y/N] already lost count of all the pranks and chaos they made with Tommy. They didn't like causing havoc or pulling pranks on people but if Tommy asked them to tag along, they would. Tommy is their best friend after all. Plus, where's the fun in life without a little risk?

[Y/N] was just at their Cottage house, peacefully making the potions that Quackity ordered just hours ago. Since [Y/N] is a skilled witch, it was no shock when they owned a Potions business. Everyone in the SMP server knows about this and they usually come and buy their potions. 

They were about to finish the last set of potions that Quackity ordered until they ran out of ingredients. "Dammit." [Y/N] muttered under their breath. They turned around and immediately went to find if they have any stock ingredients in their barrels or chests.

When they saw no stock ingredients, [Y/N] sighed and decided to do some last minute ingredients grinding. It was until they opened the door and saw Tommy standing in front of their house door.

[Y/N] knew that his presence is no good because that motherfucker is grinning ear to ear. They playfully groaned and asked, "What is it this time child?"

"Hey, I told you not to call me a child anymore!" Tommy suddenly protested, feeling insulted but went back to his sly grin and said, "Let's prank Skeppy and Bad." 

"That's a horrible idea." 

"Come on, bitch. It'll be fun." 

And they did come with Tommy. A couple hours had passed and [Y/N] had already forgotten about the ingredients they were gonna get for Quackity's potions. Tommy said that Big Q's order can wait but the prank can't. 

It wasn't long after Bad and Skeppy saw the two teenagers doing their little harmless prank on them. 

[Y/N] caught sight of the two and immediately tugged on Tommy's shirt. "Fuck, Tommy we gotta go." 

Tommy, unfazed and still focused on the prank, said, "Just a little longer." 

[Y/N] nudged Tommy's side using her elbows as the two teenagers can now hear Skeppy and Bad's incoherent yelling drawing closer and closer to them. 

"RUN!" [Y/N] yelled as they both left the things they used to try to prank BBH and Skeppy. 

The two let out a laugh as they ran away. Tommy constantly turned his head back to see if Skeppy and Bad are still after them. 

[Y/N] and Tommy continued to run even though Bad and Skeppy stopped coming after them. It wasn't until the two teenagers finally stopped running so that they could catch their breath. 

"What now?" [Y/N] gasped, who is still out of breath from both running and laughing at the same time. They looked at Tommy. 

Tommy grinned again and then grabbed their arm, "I have something pog to show you." 

[Y/N] didn't question Tommy and just let him drag them to a mountain. 

Once they have reached the destination, [Y/N] let out a 'wow'. The view is breathtaking and it is very peaceful. The mountain isn't that very far from the SMP but it looks like very few have come across this part. 

"So, what do you think?" Tommy asked, looking at the view. The view consists of the calming ocean waves and a peaceful sunsetting with birds passing by. 

[Y/N] turned to Tommy and smiled, "This could be our secret spot." They slowly walked towards the edge of the mountain cliff but were immediately stopped by Tommy. 

"Oh, [Y/N] wait. Be careful, the edge of the cliff looks really faulty." Tommy warned. 

[Y/N] immediately stepped back a little and took note of what Tommy said. But, they were still curious and looked down at the edge of the cliff, only to see the water from below. 

If someone would fall from this cliff and took a heavy impact on the water, that person wouldn't survive due to how high the mountain cliff is. 

[Y/N] then proposed, "You know, when things are stressful and stuff. We can just go here, sit in silence and look at the view as the wind or the waves takes away our problems for a while." 

"Just the two of us." The blonde haired lad said and then they both stood in silence, admiring the view and beauty of the server. 

Oh, if only you could turn back in time and relive this memory. If only things are still the same the way it was before. 

It's been so long since [Y/N] had fun and peace. Probably so many months since Tommy first showed them their secret mountain hangout area. 

[Y/N] currently stood still, gazing at the view that was once calm and peaceful but was now replaced with sounds of flying TNTs, fireworks and screams from the background.

They were in no state of mind as of the moment. They don't even know what to do anymore. A lot has changed ever since the wars, the exilation of Tommy. 

[Y/N] sniffed, wiping their tears using their now mangy sleeves caused by the current chaotic event. They continued to stare at the ocean, a potion of poison glistening in their hands. 

[Y/N] looked at the Potion of Poison that they were holding and pondered whether to drink it or not. 

Maybe it's best to end it once and for all. They don't have anywhere to go anyways. They don't have any friends or family to turn back to since everyone is against them or thought badly of them now. 

[Y/N] can't even go back to L’manberg as well since they're now a wanted criminal for breaking the laws and escaping from their house since they're supposed to be on house arrest for the crimes they didn't even do. 

They opened the cork of the potion, but they didn't drink it yet. They let their mind wander for a while and process everything that has happened. 

Maybe Dream was right. Maybe the people they loved never even cared for them at all. Maybe it was all just a lie. Maybe—

"[Y/N]." A familiar voice that they haven't heard in a while. 

It was windy. The cool breeze of air touched their skins. But along with the wind, there are particles of TNT or fireworks dusts. 

The [H/C] haired person turned around and saw their best friend for the first time in months. 

"Tommy." [Y/N] replied. Their voice were hoarse and dry. "What are you- What are you doing here?" 

"I could ask you the same thing." Tommy glared at them.

[Y/N] quietly groaned, closed their eyes for a while and pinched their nose bridge, still holding the potion on their other hand. "So, you believe all that shit?"

"Enough for me to believe the fact you tried to murder Tubbo, burn my invites and team up with Dream." 

Tommy added, "Maybe they were right about you. You're Dream's sibling after all." 

[Y/N] scoffed and threw their available hand around the air, "He may be my sibling, but we are never alike." 

"Why, [Y/N]? Why did you do it?" Tommy asked, hands gripping tighter on his sword. "Did Dream finally get into your head for you to commit these crimes? Or did you just do it because it's in your blood?" 

"You don't know a thing that happened," [Y/N] harshly spit back, completely trying to avoid the topic of Dream. "Of course you don't. You were exiled."

Tommy never understood why. Why had they turned like this? He felt rage and betrayal. During his exiled time, Tommy thought that they were gonna be that one person who would try to find him. Comfort him or even send him secret coded messages. But no, he received nothing. 

It hurts. Hurts like hell to know your best friend turned their back on everyone. A best friend that he has known for years. A part of him wants to believe they didn't do it but the proofs are enough for him to believe it was really them. 

"Well, you really can't blame me can you? You can only blame yourself," [Y/N] said. "This all started because of you and your stupid discs. All you ever care about is the FUCKING DISCS. Wars started, lives were lost, relationships were destroyed, all just because of those discs." 

They had never done this before. This was their first time just being angry and shouting at each other. Although this might be new to each other, it was obvious that they have been bottling up their emotions way too long. 

"You know what?! Things would be so much better if only you didn't exist." Tommy instantly regretted what he said as soon as he saw a potion glisten from [Y/N]'s hands. 

He may not be an expert but he knew well enough of the potions due to him hanging out too much with them before. "What are you doing?" Tommy immediately asked. "Is that a potion of poison?" 

"Nothing for you to care about." [Y/N] turned back towards the cliff and stared at the view once again. 

"Just the two of us again here, huh?" They said as they pulled the potion towards their mouth, just inches away from the lips now until Tommy hurriedly ran towards [Y/N] and tackled them. 

"What are you, an idiot?!" Tommy scolded as they both fought each other while trying not to fall from the cliff. He tried to pull the potion of poison away but it was hard since they kept gripping on it. 

It wasn't until Tommy was finally able to remove the potion from [Y/N]'s grasps. He threw the potion far away as it got smashed on the ground. 

The two of them were too busy fighting over the potion to notice that one of them is now standing on the faulty edge of the cliff. 

[Y/N] was on the edge of the cliff and accidentally backed away from Tommy, thinking there was still space. A loud shriek came out of their mouth.

Tommy immediately ran towards the edge, scrambled on his feet and looked down. Luckily, [Y/N] was able to hold onto the edge but their hands are shaky and tired from all the things that just happened. 

"I got you, I got you." Tommy frantically muttered, his breath increasing as to not knowing what will happen next. 

[Y/N] grip is slowly failing. Once their hands slipped, Tommy instantly grabbed their hands and tried to pull them back up. But, he too was tired from everything that has been happening. 

He tried to pull them up again but it was no use. Stress was adding up even more the moment they both felt the edge of the cliff shaking once more. 

Tommy can't do it anymore. So, he let out all the tears he's been trying to fight back. 

"It's gonna be okay, Tommy. Let me go." 

The blonde haired teen's eyes widened at [Y/N]'s statement. He can't do it. He can't bear to lose another loved one in his life. 

"I can't lose you too, [N/N]." Tommy croaked. 

The two might've fought just minutes ago but this is now a life and death situation. Problems and angst aside, they still care for each other. 

"You already did." Tommy's eyes widened in confusion and sadness. [Y/N] forced their hand to slip from his as Tommy tried to tighten it even more. [Y/N] had a few energies remaining, so they used it to push themselves off the cliff with their foot, making Tommy let go. 

For Tommy, everything is going so fast that his mind almost stopped working. 

But everything was in slow motion for [Y/N]. The fresh wind was so refreshing, almost making them forget what is currently happening to them. 

They closed their eyes, not wanting to see anymore reactions from Tommy. This is their end. This was meant to be. 

The moment [Y/N] chose to fall out from Tommy's grip, the blonde panicked and set aside all items he had with him. Without thinking properly, he lunged himself off the cliff. The only goal he had in mind was to save [Y/N] before it's too late. 

But he was, indeed, late. 

Everyone's communicator beeped. They all took at least some time to look at what the message could be on the communicator. As soon as everyone read the 2 words, their jaws dropped. 

[Y/N] drowned. 

[a-detraque-barista]

Sweet Milk Tea

Jeon Jungkook x Shy Reader

Genre: s m u t, 18+, college, soft boi gguk

Word Count:1.8k+

Warnings: big dicc kook, unprotected sex, sensitive thighs??, insecurity (you and jungkook), jungkook enjoys eating you out a lil too much

A/N: wassup my honey buns~ just thought i’d drop this filthy self-indulgent trash here and leave until one of my wips get done...this is straight smut and very little plot :D

“At least I don’t go around parading my dick to all the girls in our course!” your voice cracked but it somehow didn’t throw off the menacing tone.

Everyone looked at you as if you were mental. You couldn’t blame them, it was the first time they had ever heard your voice. The first time you had snapped at anybody in front of them, or in general.

You weren’t one for talking to people you didn’t know very well. It just didn’t come as naturally as it did for others. It’s made you a societal recluse and most of the time, you didn’t mind it. And the looks on your classmates’ faces gave you a major confidence boost. 

“At least people actually like me,” the asshole known as Jungkook hissed.

And there goes that confidence. Sure, you always claimed you don’t care about what other people think. However, just like any other human, we want someone to like us to create friendships and relationships. 

Just like that, you walked out of the classroom and down the long hallway as if it was a normal day.  The only thing different, you had tears in your eyes that were threatening to fall at any moment.

As you were just walking out of one of the exits, you felt someone grab your shoulder and pull you back. Your face met a solid chest, noticing the black leather jacket, you knew exactly who it was. When you went to pull away his arms tightened refusing to let go. 

“I’m sorry.”

❦❦❦

Jungkook had you pinned beneath him on his bed. How this happened was a mystery. You had agreed to go to his apartment because he wanted to give you a sincere apology. What you said was over the line as well so you agreed. Everything was fine and dandy until syrup for the milk tea had splashed on your face and neck, even ending up on your shirt.

Seeing you in his shirt had Jungkook growing an erection. You just looked so cute, so fuckable. His cock decided it was time for Jungkook’s wet dreams to come true. 

Especially now with such a bratty look on your face, all he needed was a solid yes, “Tell me, my love. Do you want me?”

You nodded, already wanting to feel him. Jeon Jungkook was sex on legs and you refused to admit how many times you’ve thought about him with your hand down your pants. He clicked his tongue, “I need your words.”

“I want you, Jungkook.”

Hearing his name come from your lips, had a shutter going down his spine. His lips crashed into yours as he firmly pressed his muscular thigh against your clothed pussy. He swallowed your gasps and quiet whimpers. Gradually, Jungkook applied more pressure but now he was rubbing his thigh back forth. 

You were trying so hard to hold back your moans and whimpers making the man above you smirk into the kiss. Even as he pulled away breathless, he had that grin on his face. Your sounds were stroking his ego at this point leading him to lick and kiss your neck to see what else can make such adorable noises leave you. 

He could still taste the remnants of the syrup on your skin. He was so very tempted to lick every part of your neck, just to make sure all of it was gone. But he removed his shirt from you instead. Placing open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, leaving behind a trail of purple and red marks.

You could feel your clit throbbing, begging for more attention. Jungkook could feel your hips move, creating friction against his bulge. He groaned before ripping your bra apart and began palming your breasts. He wanted you so bad but he didn’t want to rush things.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you would wake up tomorrow and never want to see him again. He wanted to make sure even if you do want to forget about him, you won’t be able to forget the way he made you feel. His insecure thoughts were interrupted once he noticed you squirming from the addition of his muscles flexing.

You were still keeping as much noise in as possible. Jungkook wondered how much teasing it would take until you gave up. With a grin he trailed his hands down your body, squeezing every now and then. One particular squeeze of your upper thighs had made you gasp. He froze before gently digging the tips of his fingers into the area causing you to whine. 

He wanted to hear you whine again and again. 

Jungkook finally tucked his fingers into the waistline of your jeans and panties and slid them completely off. Your lips were glistening and puffy. He couldn’t help but flatten his tongue and dragged it between your folds. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his skull at just the taste of you. The moan that escaped your lips didn’t help his grip on sanity. 

With his control slipping, he started sucking and slurping like he was a man starving. Now you could no longer hold back your moans. And they only encouraged Jungkook even more. He kept his hands busy with massaging the upper part of your thighs making your moans sound whinier. His grip was sure to leave bruises for you to find in the next few days, reminding you of your time with the inky-haired boy.

Jungkook reluctantly let one of your thighs go to slowly slip his index finger into your tight pussy. Moving his mouth up to your clit he licked and suckled to his heart’s content. Your hands found their place in his raven curls, slightly tugging making Jungkook growl.

He couldn’t keep himself from bucking his hips into the mattress to get some kind of friction. He moaned into your pussy as he inserted a second finger. Gently stretching you so you can take him with as little pain as possible. Soon he added a third and picked up the speed he was thrusting at. You began to feel the tell-tale knot in your lower abdomen and Jungkook felt the way you started to quiver.

Right before the knot came undone, he pulled away. But he didn’t pull away enough to make your fingers leave his hair, which you tugged on in frustration.

“Jungkook damn it, I almost came,” you groaned taking your hands away from his scalp to perch yourself up on your elbows. He grumbled with the absence of your hands but loved the attitude you showed. So he sat back on his heels while running his hands along your thighs.

“But I didn’t want you to come just yet, my love. Be patient and I’ll give exactly what you want,” his deepened voice made the blush come back to your face full force. 

Licking his lips, he started to undress. Shirt, pants, and underwear made their way to the floor. His cock sprung up and leaked precum. It was enough for him to slick his dick with, stroking it just for more precum to escape.

Jungkook would love to see your pretty lips wrapped around his cock, gagging on it. But both of you have waited long enough. He tucked his hands under your waist and flipped you onto your stomach, lifting until your hands and knees held you up. The bulbous head pressed through your lips and against your entrance. You were so wet for him, making both his cock and your cunt glisten.

You wiggled your hips a bit, the anticipation beginning to become too much. He chuckled before pushing in. Jungkook took his time, making sure to stretch you out properly. Shifting his hips back every inch before pushing in more than he had previously. 

Never having taken such a girthy and long cock, the sting felt delicious as it made your walls form to his dick perfectly. The slight curve of his shaft made the head rub against that one special spot. Your breathy moans got louder the farther he went in. Jungkook growled and groaned above you. 

Once his cock completely sheathed inside of you, grating his hips against your ass felt like he was trying to go even deeper. Jungkook thrusted slow and shallow, wanting to let you get adjusted. When you pushed back he got the hint and pulled out farther only to slam back into your tight cunt.

His head rolled back as he gradually picked up his pace but it snapped back up hearing your load and wanton moans. God, why did you have to sound wonderful? He wanted to make you moan so much your throat would get raw. Your arms could no longer hold yourself up, causing you to be muffled by his pillows. Jungkook didn’t appreciate the decreased volume of your beautiful sounds so he wrapped his arms under your tits and just above your mound. 

His pace quickened as did his breaths, “Look at you, getting destroyed by my cock. What a mess. Can’t even stop moaning for me.”

You whined in response to his words as you could no longer create coherent sentences. It was almost becoming too much, your denied release coming back even harder. Jungkook’s pace became sloppy, the build-up paying off.

“Want my cum? Tell me, what do you want? Use that pretty mouth of yours,” Jungkook’s voice was now gravelly as he reached down to your clit but didn’t apply pressure.

“Please-please, I want your cum,” you gasped out, barely audible, but he accepted that.

Jungkook made quick, fast circles around your clit, causing your whole body to shake as your walls clenched and milked his cock. Feeling you tighten and quiver, Jungkook’s cock twitched and painted your walls. He laid both of you down, grinding his hips against yours until your cunt sucked him dry. He made sure not to put all of his weight on you while the two of you came down from cloud nine. 

Jungkook kissed the nape of your neck before moving down to your shoulder. He couldn’t help but love the feeling of you breathless beneath him. The feeling of you both spent and tired together, trying to catch your breaths. Jungkook was reluctant to pull his softening cock out of you but he did nonetheless. 

Leaving the room to get a damp cloth and clean the two of you up. You rolled onto your side facing him after he laid back down, also on his side. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. He could see the look on your face that held uncertainty. His mind went to the thought of you regretting ever coming to his apartment. Until you spoke.

“I’m sure you want me to leave now right?”

Jungkook’s eyes widening, just now seeing the insecurity in your eyes. He sighed as he leaned down to gingerly kiss your lips, “No, I want you to stay. Unless you want to leave.”

You shook your head and kissed his nose, “I wanna stay, until you don’t want me to.”

He chuckled before cuddling up with you and pulled the covers over, “Good thing I never want you to.”